i have absolutely no patience when it comes to coloring can you tell

Cheeky Bunny

 Hybrid!AU: Leopard!OC x Bunny!Kook
Length: 4.1K (lol is this even a drabble anymore?)
Genre: The Most Fluffy Fluff
Type: Disney Drabbles ☞REQUEST HERE
Recommended OST: (x)
Request By: @/kimtrain:“Don’t underestimate the importance of body language.“ love youuuu MJ so so much 
(a/n): IDK OKAY? I REALLY IDK WHY IM SO SOFT. But anyways I this is so frickin fluffy idk anymore (read: I screamed a lot and wanted to smash my keyboard) and any comments are always appreciated, my inbox is open for you lovelies. 

Summary: You’re a predator and he’s the prey, so what happens when the tables finally turn for our dearest bunny? 

Originally posted by jung-koook

“(y/n), you’re fucking drooling.” Taehyung lands a particularly hard pat against the nape of your neck, immediately eliciting a hiss from you and a chuckle from him; your attention now regrettably snagged away from your little crush.

“You brat, that’s not a good enough reason to grab my nape,” you hiss, your hands rubbing against the tender flesh. As felines, the neck area is off limits, it’s too intimate and oddly sensitive due to the period where parents would grab their litter my the scruff. So you find it absolutely necessary to repay to favor with a hard smack against his abdomen with your tail, causing a growl to bubble inside the lion-hybrid’s chest, his sunny demeanor evaporating and lips peeling back in act of dominance.

“Oh hush,” you dismiss, rolling your eyes and petting the thick fur of your tail, “You’re honestly acting childish, what are you? A big domestic cat?”

“Just because you are naturally a solitary breed does not excuse you from social norms, (y/n).” Taehyung firmly states, his ears twitching in his messy mop of golden hair. An involuntarily side effect of annoyance.

Well shit, you gone and pissed him off. Again.

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anonymous asked:

because the winter finale of S6, au in which princess!Emma has a pirate sneaking into her bedroom at night and all the guards secretly know but they tell no one of the royal family about it

Y’know I should probably finish this one before it all gets Jossed to hell this Sunday…

Quite on accident, Emma found herself half in love with a pirate, of all people.

She’d accepted her young widowhood quite graciously, focusing all of her energies on raising her son – and a fine young man Henry was turning out to be. She’d thought nothing else would honor her late husband’s memory than to ensure that their son, the future crown prince, would bring nothing but honor to their family.

But Henry was growing up, as all young boys do, and as he went squiring about and having his own adventures, he needed his mother less. Emma found herself drifting from one activity to the next, bestowing her princess’ favor upon charities and the good people of her kingdom, but something felt… off.

Missing.

Until the night a man vaulted over the railing of her balcony, mistaking her rooms for some treasure vault.

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anonymous asked:

20. babysitting together for msr pls??

Dear anon, I’m not sure this qualifies as babysitting together… it just turned out like this. And of course it got long again. 

Set in early season six.

Mulder knows Scully is home because there are noises coming from inside.

He’s knocked twice already and now he’s waiting, maybe a little bit impatiently; he’s worrying the edges of the case files he’s holding in his hands. The flimsy excuse for his visit.

About to knock again, the door opens, and at first Mulder, expecting Scully, doesn’t see the tiny person basically hanging from the door knob.

“Who are you?” Mulder lowers his eyes upon hearing the voice and blinks in confusion.

“This is- Dana Scully’s apartment?” The child stares up at him, imitating his blinking. The child, he can’t deny, looks eearily like Scully herself; red hair, but unruly, unbrushed, and big, blue, very curious eyes. His first thought is that he’s entered an alternate reality where Dana Scully, his partner, is nothing but a child.

“Aunty Dana there is a strange man here!” The small girl yells without taking her eyes off him. Of course, Mulder thinks and smiles at the girl who remains skeptical, narrowing her eyes. A Scully child, but not her; and definitely not hers. He tries to chase the thought away quickly, but the child… why does this girl look so much like Scully herself?

“Hannah, I told you not to- Mulder? What are you doing here?”

“I…uhm, there was something in this-“ He keeps staring at the child, who wears the same curious expression as Scully, in just a few sizes smaller.

“Is this the man Uncle Bill always complains about?” The girl, Hannah, asks, gazing up at Mulder.

“That sounds like me.” Mulder smiles, but the girl remains wary.

“Mulder, this is my niece Hannah,” Scully’s voice sounds like an endless sigh, “She is Charlie’s daughter.” He expects her to give more details, but she doesn’t. Judging by her look she is waiting for him to say his piece and leave her alone again.

“Hi, Hannah. Uhm, Scully I was wondering if I could talk to you about this case but… I didn’t know your brother was here.”

“He’s not,” Hannah quickly interjects, “he and mommy are on a date. That’s why I get to stay with aunt Dana. I like her a lot.” Mulder nods, fully understanding the child. There’s no one else he’d rather spend time with either. That’s the whole reason he’s here after all.

“What is a case, aunt Dana? Can Mulder come in and play with us?” He does his best to look harmless and puts on a pouty smile. Two against one is unfair, he realizes, but he’s shameless.

“All right, Mulder can come in.” Scully, still in sighing mood, opens the door to let Mulder inside. Apparently this is the sign for Hannah to completely claim him for herself. She takes his hand and almost forcefully leads him over to the couch. There’s a huge box of Legos next to Scully’s usually impeccable couch table. Mulder admires the colorful, child made construct.

“Did you make this?” Hannah nods proudly and grins, showing him a nice combination of baby teeth and empty spaces.

“It’s a space ship,” she tells him and Mulder quickly glances at Scully, whose face is unreadable. “Aunt Dana says aliens are gray. My daddy told me they’re green.”

“Oh, did she?” Mulder can’t help the grin on his face just like Scully can’t hide the blush that spreads on hers. “But she’s right, you know.”

“I want to go to space when I’m big. Do you think I can? Aunt Dana says I can.”

“You know what? You should always listen to what your aunt Dana tells you. She is really smart and almost always right. And I’m absolutely certain you can go to space when you’re big.” Hannah turns to look at Scully, a big fat grin on her face.

“Mulder, you wanted to talk to me about a case?”

“But Mulder needs to help me build the space ship!”

“I’m sure Mulder has other plans, Hannah. Anyway, it’s almost time for bed.” The girl huffs loudly. He considers telling Scully that he doesn’t have other plans; the case was just an excuse to come here. What Mulder didn’t consider, though, is that unlike him she might be busy on a Friday night. The thought of spending a weekend apart from her seemed unbearable; they spent so many weekends together, not necessarily by choice, while assigned to the x-files. Now he doesn’t remember not to be around her all the time. But she didn’t tell him about her brother visiting, or babysitting her niece. He wouldn’t have just shown up if she had (or he would have thought of a better reason). So he figures it’s partly her fault he’s here now.

“Mulder?” Scully’s voice is impatient as she points her finger towards the kitchen. He picks up his file and follows her. “So what did you want to talk about? Why didn’t you just call? Why couldn’t it have waited til Monday?”

“Uhm…” Mulder doesn’t have an answer for any of her questions. Seeing Hannah has thrown him off; seeing Scully with the girl who looks so much like her has made him forget everything. Completely out of patience, Scully tears the file out of Mulder’s hands.

“Mulder, you can’t be serious. This is not an x-file. It’s not even a case!” She closes the file forcefully and throws it on the table. “So why are you really here?”

“I- it is a case, Scully. These teenagers-“

“Mulder, no. You could have called me with this and it would have taken me two minutes to tell you that this is nothing. Not to mention that we’re off the x-files. Yet you decided to drive over here on a Friday night. Why?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your niece?” Scully’s eyebrows rise in surprise.

“I don’t see how this is any of your business.

“You didn’t tell me your brother was in town.”

“Mulder, what I do on weekends is my business. This doesn’t concern you and if there’s no reason for you to be here…” She trails off suddenly, crossing her arms in front of her and just stares at him.

“But why didn’t you just tell me your brother was visiting? I wouldn’t have come here.” Of course it’s a lie. Knowing her brother was here, the one who doesn’t know him and maybe, just maybe, doesn’t hate him, might not have changed anything. He still would have missed her. He wants to tell her exactly that – that he misses her, that a weekend without her is insufferable – but he knows how she’ll react if he does; she’ll roll her eyes, she’ll say his name in that particular way and she’ll send him away. So he decides to stall and turn the tables around.

“Like I said, Mulder, this is not about you. This is my life, my family. It doesn’t concern you.” Her words shouldn’t hurt as much as they do. Yet, they tear right through him, gnaw strongly at him. He sighs deeply and watches her like she watches him. At least she hasn’t thrown him out yet.

“Mulder!” A voice chimes from the living room. “I need help on my space ship!”

“At least one Scully woman still likes me.” Mulder’s attempt at humor falls short when Scully’s face remains stoic.

“She doesn’t know you very well.” Scully replies and that one really hurts.

“Am I allowed to help her? Or do you want me to leave?” Her answer is clearly written on her face; she wants him to leave. Mulder knows they need to talk about this; whatever this is. Maybe part of him, at least unconsciously, wanted to come here to clear the air between them. Scully has been edgy for a while now, at least since their return from Antarctica. Their reassignment and Diana’s presence, their undisclosed past, haven’t helped matters much. Though Mulder isn’t sure either of these things is the reason for her distant behavior.

“Go ahead,” Scully makes a dismissive hand gesture, “You’ve got 20 minutes until bed time.” There’s a remark on his tongue, but this time he swallows it, nods, and joins little Hannah in the living room. The girl grins at him. Ten minutes ago she didn’t even know him and now she’s reaching out her hands, grabbing for him. If only he had that same effect on her aunt. Mulder sits down on the floor next to Hannah and carefully touches the still unfinished space ship.

“Something is missing.” She tells him, slightly stumbling on her ’s’-sounds. “I don’t know what.” Mulder pretends to examine the space ship closely, making the girl giggle. He takes a few of the bricks and puts them in her hand. Hannah watches him closely as he builds a small attachment on the roof of the rectangular shaped ship.

“What is it?” Hannah leans over, her long hair falling all around her face. Mulder reaches out and as the child turns to him, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“An entrance,” he explains, “You have to have someone fly the space ship, right?” Hannah nods happily. “See? That’s how your pilot can get in.”

“Or the alien.” Hannah reminds him.

“Or the alien.” Mulder agrees with a smile.

“Hannah,” Scully’s voice is gentle and as Mulder lifts his head, sees her soft expression, he can’t help but wonder how long she’s been standing there. “Come on, you’ve got to get ready for bed.”

“But-”

“The space ship will still be there tomorrow.” Hannah hesitates, her small hand still holding a few bricks.

“And Mulder? Will Mulder still be here tomorrow?”

“Come on now,” Scully urges her on and reaches out her hand. This time Hannah does as she’s told and follows along the hall, “You can say goodbye once you’re in your pajamas.”

Mulder gets up from the floor, his knees protesting quietly, and sits on the couch. They must have left the bathroom door open because he can hear them in there. Hannah is telling Scully all about space and the moon, aliens and monsters and Mulder has to grin.

“I like Mulder,” the girl says loudly; Mulder doubts that she’s aware he can hear them out here, “Why doesn’t uncle Bill like him?”

“They didn’t meet under the best circumstances. You’re not done brushing your teeth yet, Hannah.”

“I’ll tell uncle Bill how great Mulder is at building space ships. He must like him then! You like him, right?” Mulder strains his ears; he knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop and he knows that Scully most likely won’t tell her niece what an asshole he is. At least he hopes she won’t. There’s plenty of time for that in the future. Once he’s out of Scully’s life, just a bleak memory, and when Hannah asks about him as a teenager – if she remembers him at all – she can tell him then. How he let her down and how he lets everyone down he loves. As long as she doesn’t do it now when Hannah still likes him, when she thinks he’s good at playing Legos.

“Aunty Dana? You like him, don’t you?”

“Yes, honey. I do like Mulder. I like him a lot.” Mulder wonders how much of that is true when he hears tiny feet running down the hall. Hannah jumps onto the couch and right into his side.

“Hey, be careful.” He starts tickling her and she screams in delight.

“Not fair, Mulder!” He lets go of her then, but she remains cuddled to his side, leaning against him.

“Tell Mulder goodnight, Hannah. He needs to go home, too.” The girl turns to him with an earnest expression.

“Is it almost past your bedtime, too?” She asks him and he nods solemnly.

“I hate bed time.” Hannah lets him know in a loud whisper.

“Me too.” He admits, quickly glancing up at Scully. “But you should listen to your aunt Dana. Remember what I told you earlier?”

“That she’s always right.”

“Exactly. So you better do as she says and go to bed.”

“But…” Her eyes fill with tears, “Can Mulder come back tomorrow?”

“Hannah… Mulder might have plans tomorrow.” Scully sighs and Mulder turns to look at her. He went to Antarctica for her; if she thinks he’s backing down when it comes to babysitting her adorable niece, they really need to have a talk.

“I’m still here tomorrow,” Hannah tells him excitedly, “Please don’t have plans tomorrow.”

“You know what,” Mulder leans closer to the little girl, “I promise I’ll talk to your aunt Dana about this if you go to bed now.” Hannah thinks it over for a moment, then nods, and wanders off. Scully stares after her, amazement apparent on her face. Mulder can’t help his smug grin.

“Well, my work here is done,” he says, getting up from the couch, “I better leave. You can tell Hannah whatever you like. Tell her…,” how much I hate this, he thinks, “tell her I do have plans. I’m sure you’ll come up with something plausible. I’ll see you on Monday.”

He’s halfway to the door when Scully stops him. “Mulder, wait.” He stops, but doesn’t turn around just yet.

“Do you want to spend the day with us tomorrow? Maybe not the whole day. I mean… however long you want. If you want.”

“What about you?” He’s facing her now and he wishes he could tell her how much he wants this. To spend the day with her and her adorable nice. To just be around her, talk to her, without fighting, without second-guessing each other. They don’t need the x-files. At least not for this. He wants to be with her any way he is allowed, any chance he gets.

“What about me? I’ll be there too.”

“No, I mean… do you want me to spend the day with you and Hannah?” His eyes plead with hers to just say yes. This is his olive branch until he figures out to tell her all the things he wants to say to her; until he figures out how to right whatever went wrong between them these last couple of months. Scully is taking her time answering and finally she sighs; a clear sign that she’s come to a decision.

“I’d really like it if you’d spend the day with us, Mulder. Hannah adores you.”

“And you like me.” If only he knew how to keep his mouth shut sometimes. He smiles sheepishly, basically admitting that he’s eavesdropped earlier. Scully’s earlier discontentment with him seems to have evaporated, though, and he receives a warm smile.

“And I like you. How about you come over for breakfast? Then we’ll figure out what to do.”

“I can’t wait, Scully.”

And that’s the truth.

anonymous asked:

Mate/soulmate pretty please

AU/AH. So. Much. Fluff.


The funny thing about being a person, or the sad thing depending on your perspective, is that one was confined to their own vision of the world. No, really, this isn’t a matter of theoretical thinking only. This is also literal. It’s why one can never realize that they had weak eyesight till they tried on glasses. Or how one doesn’t realize that their hearing is impaired until they are given a hearing aid. The list goes on and on, really. And no shocking discovery to limited vision of the world was like Caroline’s.

It started ever since she was as young as four years old. Her mother, Caroline began to notice, had awful taste. She had no sense whatsoever of color coordination. Their house was an absolute mess of colors. Pinks were put with unflattering reds and oranges. The bedsheets were a combination of loud yellows and greens. The living room was dull greys and whites with a stark red couch. It looked like someone just put random things together. And her mother’s outfits? Do not even get her started on that. It’s like her mother had no sense whatsoever of color coordination. Caroline had no qualms over pointing that out to her mom, repeatedly.

“Why do you dress like that, mom?”

“No, mom, I’m not wearing those shoes with this dress, they don’t match!”

Her mother didn’t seem to give much thought into her daughter’s antiques, dismissing her as a stubborn child. She went along with whatever her daughter said but never really and truly thought of what it might mean. And, perhaps if she had, then Caroline wouldn’t have found herself shell-shocked at fifteen while shopping with her friends.

Bonnie was holding up navy blue high heels to a green dress, asking her what she thought.

“Bon, you need black shoes. Those are navy blue.” Caroline said dismissively, grabbing the same pair that Bonnie liked but in the right color. She turned around to hand it to her friend only to find her looking at her with eyes wide, mouth hanging opened.

“Care…” Bonnie said slowly, “when did you start seeing colors?”

Caroline blinked. “Umm… what?”

“Caroline,” Bonnie put down her items onto a nearby seat and coming closer to her friend with a grin plastered across her face. “Did you meet your soulmate?”

“Bonnie, what on Earth are you talking about?” Caroline, confused and slightly afraid, looked at her friend as if she was growing a second head.

Bonnie’s smile began to slowly disappear. “Did your mom not have a talk with you? Have you always seen in color?”

“What talk? What do you mean have I always seen in color? Bonnie, you’re sounding like a crazy person right now.”

Except, it turned out, Bonnie was not the crazy person. Caroline was. To an extent at least. It turned out, she wasn’t supposed to see in color until she met her soulmate. It turned out, no one saw in color until they met their soulmate. Parents, those who had time for their children and have actually found their soulmates, had talks with their children as early as when they turned fourteen years old, telling them how the world is actually in color. And when they see color, they’ll know they met their soulmate. And the first color that they see will be that of their soulmate’s eyes. But no one flaunted their ability to see color.  It was considered rude to do so, especially at such a young age. Finding one’s soulmate during their teenage years was rare. And there was no need to enflame jealousy. Eventually the secret would come out in any case, since those with soulmates stuck together instead of dating sporadically. The keeping it as a secret, though, did not apply to friends. Friends tell.

None of that concerned Caroline, though. What concerned was: first, how in heavens name did she manage to completely evade this information for so long; and, second, how could she see color already? She had never seen the world in black and white, not once. The world had been in colors for as long as she remembered.

With that in mind, Bonnie took Caroline to her grams.

“It’s one of two things, dear,” grams said, “you have either met your soulmate as an infant or a child already. Or you are a strange anomaly and you don’t have a soulmate.”

“That’s not helpful,” Caroline muttered. “How do I find out which one it is? What do I do if I don’t have a soulmate?”

“If you have indeed met your soulmate already, then you’ll find out when you see them again. Your heart will tell you. And if you have no soulmate, then you’ll fall in love and be just as happy. It’s no bother, Caroline.” Grams smiled much to Caroline’s frustration. How could she act as if this was of no big consequences?

“What do I do now?” she demanded.

“Nothing. Just be patient.”

Patience wasn’t her strong suit. But she hadn’t much of a choice.

Seven years later, in her first semester as a grad student, an infuriating Klaus Mikaelson walked into her class. At first glance, he was handsome. At a second glance, he was an arrogant asshole who had no sense whatsoever of the word “no”. At third he was still frustratingly attractive. But the kind of attractive that warranted nothing more than a romp in the bed. And he didn’t seem to mind that one bit.

After many, many, many arguments over critical feminist theory, Caroline found him in her bed. For a long time, that’s the only way they associated with one another. Stress-relievers. Friends with benefits with too much benefits and not enough friendship. Call it what you will. Except, time after time there was more soft touching, more passionate whispering, more intense kissing. Until she caught him one time looking up at her with the gentlest look she’s ever seen anyone wear. His face was nuzzled in her stomach, leaving gentle, burning kisses, and his eyes were tracing every twitch on her face. So fixated his gaze was, so intent that she felt a nakedness beyond her physical one.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

He didn’t answer her, just continued his climb from her stomach, over her breasts, her shoulders, her neck, leaving a trail of fire behind him before capturing her lips in a slow kiss. He kissed her as if he was in no hurry at all. He kissed her like they had all the time in the world. He kissed her like his entire universe had just shrunk into her mouth and he was searching for his purpose in her.

After they collapsed together, finding a bliss that made her heart beat in a way that frightened her, he held her close. His eyes didn’t let up their search. His index finger traced her cheek, then her lower lip.

“Klaus…” she breathed, not knowing what exactly she wanted to say. She cannot possibly tell him that her heart is about to burst.

“Go out with me, love.”

She averted her gaze from his stormy blue ones to the tattoo spread on his shoulder. She reached out to him, tracing the ink gently with her fingers.

“Tell me first,” she began, realizing her nerves for the first time, “do you see colors?”

He chuckled. “I’m an artist, Caroline, of course I see color.”

She gave him a look, “you know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” he said. “I have always seen color.”

“Me, too.” She breathed.

“And I don’t believe in soulmates. Never have.”

“Then why are you asking me out?” she teased, unable to explain the relief that came over her.

“Because I believe that I’m falling in love with you.”

She blinked, then caught his lips in a bruising kiss. Suffice to say, saying “no” did not even occur to her.

-

“It is a pity that we have to leave this town.” Esther said, taking another sip of her tea. “But Mikael cannot refuse this offer.”

“The town will not be the same without you.” Liz said, smiling sadly at her friend. “I was hoping that Caroline would get to play with Nik and Rebekah.” She grinned at three-years-old Klaus with Caroline bundled on his lap. He was looking at the infant, wide-eyed with fascination. She reached out to touch his face. He responded by making faces at her which she laughed at.

“Indeed.” Esther chuckled. “It would appear Caroline had already charmed Niklaus.”

An hour later, as Niklaus walked beside his mother towards her car, he noticed for the first time that the car was a loud red.

today i want to talk about the phrase “it gets better”

because guess what. sometimes it doesn’t get Better. All the way better.

but guess what. it also does get Better. it gets better. kind of.

this post is dedicated to the boy who said that i am “proof it doesn’t get better.”

what i should have told him: fuck you.
what i told him: gosh thanks sweetie, fuck you

what i should have said: you don’t know me. you don’t know where i have been, or where i am now, or where i want to be.
what i said: don’t pretend to understand what you can’t know. how my mind is a labyrinth and i was locked in the center, in a small quiet room, the eye of the storm if you will.

what i should have said: true recovery is never linear, never a straight upwards slope. you are not a mathematical equation. you are human. you are nature. you breathe into your lungs what fuels forest fires. you are not a number that can be put into a grid, you are not a statistic, you are not a point on a line chart, you are a person.
what i said: i broke open the door at the center of this labyrinth full of Doors. behind this door was a feather bed with memory foam pillows. it was almost comfortable. it was heavy. yeah, seriously, it was almost really comfortable, when i didnt mind the whole swallowed-by-my-bed thing, or the whole brain-encased-in-cement-like-pillow-that-grows-harder-and-harder-and-harder-to escape-the-longer thing. i looked like a beetle on its back. a beetle thinking about trying to get up, arms treading air hopelessly. i hope you laugh at that image. because yeah. it felt peaceful, and comfortable, and hilarious that i’d even think to struggle my way out of this silence. but i did. i did i did i did i did

BETTER WILL LOOK DIFFERENT ON EVERYONE.

for some, yeah. better will be a life totally free of mental illness. amazing. it could be you. it might not be. but it could be. the teenage brain is a complicated thing, and sometimes mental illnesses, like depression and anxiety, are the products of chemicals that over or under produce. the developing brain is capable of balancing itself out. scientifically speaking, there is a reasonably high chance that a teenager with depression or anxiety will recover in early to mid adulthood.

IT WILL GET BETTER.

for some, better will look a shit ton like worse. mental illness will stick around, it will be something you live with for a long time. this is more likely true if you develop a disorder in your later teens or early twenties (but no one can use this as an indicator). having said that, apparently even people with personality disorders have a chance of emergence after about ten years. sometimes a sticky mental illness will only arrive in bouts. it will not be constant. your life will know better seasons.

IT WILL STILL GET BETTER.

and a lot worse, but it will always always always always get better. if you have experienced joy, you will experience joy again. there’s no reason you won’t. if it was possible before. it happened. it was real, and so were you.

what i should have said: the better you become at lifting weights, the lighter they do not become. you run track, boy. you keep pushing to run further, faster. and this pain, your heaving lungs and shaking legs, you take it with you. it tells you if it was worth it… they always get you there.
what i said: with every door i break down, comes another breed of monster. the further i get from the center, i think the labyrinth is more and more afraid of losing me to peace, to joy, to myself. it is a selfish thing, these walls, they love me more dearly than you ever will love anyone. the further i go, the tighter it grips into my shoulders, the more the void begs me to stay, the sharper the teeth of the wolves behind every door. when i kill a monster, i yank out its teeth, cracking blood over my hands, and i use the teeth like knives. i break down another door, and the new wolf smells blood. sometimes i can barely hear the murmur of the ocean, or see the slip of the mountains, but the glimpse through a threadlike crack in the wall is enough. i’m coming, i whisper to them. my strikes of light. im coming im coming im coming

sometimes better looks likes worse. sometimes better is learning exactly what is eating at you, what triggers you, what the root problem is, and confronting them with guns in your hands. it hurts. it’s a huge struggle. but in a way, this can be “better.” staring it in the face and fighting will always be better. talking about it will always be better. always. fighting always looks uglier. 

sometimes better looks ugly. like seeing the ugly. like letting others see your ugly. letting friends, family, strangers, or doctors or therapists see your ugly. sometimes better looks like being loved despite all your ugly. 

sometimes better looks like crouching on the floor, crying and begging god to heal you. at least you’re finally asking someone other than yourself.

BETTER LOOKS LIKE AT LEAST IM TRYING A LITTLE BIT.

what i should have said: TODAY FEELS LIKE SHIT. TELL ME IT DOES. GRIEVE WITH ME. I GOT UP THIS MORNING AND I WASHED MY HAIR. I EVEN PUT ON LOTION. IT SMELLED LIKE LAVENDER. I SMELL LIKE LAVENDER. I SMELL LIKE GROWING THINGS. I MADE MYSELF A CUP OF TEA AND WENT BACK TO BED. I DRANK TEA. IN BED. I EVEN GOT OUT MY NOTEBOOK. I DIDNT WRITE IN IT, BUT I THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I’D WRITE. I GOT TO WORK. I GET TO WORK EVERY DAY. IT’S ALL THE INTERACTION I HAVE ENERGY FOR RIGHT NOW, BUT I DID IT. I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT I SLEPT FOR A WHOLE FIVE HOURS ISNT THAT GREAT? I KEPT BREATHING EVEN THOUGH IT FELT LIKE THEY WERE FILLED WITH CEMENT. ISNT THAT GREAT? ISNT THAT GREAT? IM ALIVE ISNT THAT GREAT? IM STILL HERE. WONT YOU CELEBRATE THAT WITH ME. WONT YOU TELL ME GOOD JOB. I SURVIVED. I PUT ON MY CHAPSTICK. MY LIPS AREN’T BLEEDING TODAY. I DID IT. I DID IT. I DID IT.
what i said: ye u right 

sometimes better looks like understanding yourself, and knowing how to cope. sometimes better is not being able to get out of bed, but still being there to lie there. sometimes better is learning to avoid your triggers. sometimes better looks pathetic and ugly to the world around you, but it is contentedness in where you are, and giving yourself the grace to gently grow better.

sometimes better is only patience and grace and forgiveness and quiet mornings where you know you can start the clock over again.

sometimes better looks like ugly catharsis embraced. sometimes better looks like screaming. sometimes better looks like coping.

BETTER LOOKS LIKE SCARS.

this is not to say you need to hurt yourself, this is to say whatever hurt you have experienced, it is yours and you have felt it and it will heal in some way, somehow. even if it is visible. even if it is ugly. the ugly is beautiful, they tell stories of your resilience, stories of grace. you do not need physical scars to have a story. you only need the breath in your lungs.

IT GETS BETTER.

you figure out how to live. you learn how to cope. you let people surround you, one person, or five. you let your hands be held. you let them hold your shoulders up, when you can’t. you embrace them when they can’t imagine it. you exist for each other.

you don’t do It.

IT GETS BETTER.

you cannot see this future ahead of you. the future is an open highway at five in the morning, with the sun coming up. the earth is round, you can see the horizon. you never know. you never FUCKING know. yeah, dude. there might be a car crash waiting for you. or a beach. or a beautiful sunset. or a hitchhiker who changes your life. four years ago i was a junior in high school, and i had endless panic attacks over the future. i had absolutely no plan whatsoever, and i am still terrified. but i have a plan now. and it’s a good one. one i never ever saw coming. but it’s an open window in april. maybe it feels like sunshine, or a rainy baptism, or a brewing storm prickling my skin with electricity. sometimes the future almost kills me. i don;t know if i’ll go out the window, or if i’ll stay inside. i feel every emotion every day, and i am terrified, and i am hurt and bruised, but sometimes i’m glad i’m here to be terrified. i still want to die, every day, but every day that i stay, i prove to myself that i can. and the earth sometimes opens up the clouds while she rains, and there are rainbows across the sky. when i can’t find the rainbows, when im crying or panicking or lonely or suicidal: i rub my eyes, and there, i see a glimpse of the color. so maybe this is what god meant by promises. i don’t know. 

BETTER BELONGS TO YOU. DO NOT LET A SHITHEAD DICTATE WHAT IT SAYS.

boy, if you’re reading this, and it hurts, okay. now you almost know how it felt. i hope this helps you feel like you’re getting better. that you’re proof it gets better. because lord knows, we don’t need me to be the example for it to be true.

the great autumnal compromise;

wen junhui | if you were going to fight a complete stranger (and a very handsome one at that) over the perfect pumpkin, well… go hard or go home, dignity be damned. | 2.2k words. | romance, humor. | for @write-svt‘s september prompt event, prompt: “1. You headed to the pumpkin patch to find the ‘perfect pumpkin,’ but when you finally found one, apparently he found it at the same time, and now you are fighting with a complete stranger over a pumpkin….”

“How’s this one?” You ask over your shoulder, eyes remaining fixed on the large, orange fruit before you. Your friend and reluctant companion on this trip to the pumpkin patch, Lee Jihoon, stares down with obvious boredom, though you pretend not to notice.

“Looks great. Just like the last forty-five we’ve seen. Can we go now? The sun is about to go down and Seungkwan promised to save me a slice of pizza back at home.” Jihoon, a boy of short stature and an even shorter attention span for anything that wasn’t music, had come along with you to pick pumpkins because you had made it clear you would need the help of a “big strong man” to get your pumpkin back to your car and up the stairs to your apartment building. And then, when Seungcheol explained he had basketball practice, Jihoon was of course the next choice.

You roll your eyes and push yourself up from your crouch to stand, eyes narrowed on the boy, “You don’t get it. I have to have the best pumpkin pie, Jihoon. My dignity is at stake!” “You mean your pride? (Y/N), you can go another year without one-upping Irene, I’m sure of it. Your pies both taste exactly the same anyway.”

If looks could kill, Jihoon probably would have disintegrated into the grassy floor underneath you both by now.

He didn’t understand how seriously you took being the best pumpkin pie maker at your frat, had never understood the passion with which you put into every delicious dessert, if only to be hailed the queen of sweets in your fraternity. Irene was a close contender however, and prided herself on being your greatest rival. Had she not won best pumpkin pie last year at the annual Halloween fair your frat hosted, you might’ve been less rigid this year.

“Imagine, Jihoon, putting all your love and precision into making this great song. It’s perfect from beginning to end… and then imagine some ass in fashionable pumps and diamond earrings releasing an even better song and outshining you completely!” You huff, part of your mind well aware you sounded much too dramatic for the subject at hand, but it had been a long day.

Jihoon scowls, “Irene isn’t an ass. She’s actually really sweet.” “I know. That makes it even worse.”

You know you’re testing Jihoon’s patience, and really, if he didn’t love you as much as he did, he might’ve already hightailed it out of there when you were still focused on listing the pros and cons on the fourth pumpkin you two had seen.

With a heavy, understanding sigh, you place a hand on Jihoon’s hoodie-clad shoulder and find that his body is minutely twitching… fuck, he was cold, wasn’t he? “Jihoon. Why didn’t you say you were cold earlier? Look at you! You’re out here in a hoodie and sweatpants!”

The boy, bashful, shrugs, “You seemed pretty adamant on your pumpkin and I didn’t want to stop you while you were in the zone.”

You feel terrible all of a sudden, noticing the snippy tone he’d had for the last half hour wasn’t completely unwarranted. “Okay. Tell you what. The next pumpkin I pick, I’m taking it home.”

Jihoon’s eyes light up like a little boy on Christmas, and he whispers a small “yes!” under his breath as you whip around. And much to your luck, the first pumpkin you see is absolutely stunning.

Speed-walking your way down the line, you almost gasp in excitement. It was exactly what you were looking for! Perfect size, perfect color, perfect everything! And the fact that nobody had seemed to take it for themselves already was even better. “Jihoon, this one.” You turn to motion to him, the boy furiously trying to catch up with you.

In the blink of an eye however, everything goes to hell.

“Perfect! I’ve been looking for someone like you all day.” A voice exclaims from behind you, and when you look away from Jihoon, you’re shocked to find someone standing very, very close in your proximity.

He’s tall, the first thing you note, and hovers over you. His coat is soft beige and long, hitting his knees and flowing in the cool autumn breeze. At first, you think he might’ve been talking to you, and you’re about to ask what he meant by his statement when you look up and see that he’s not even focused on you. He’s… he’s staring at your pumpkin.

You watch in horror as he bends his knees (and you silently note that his thighs look awfully attractive when his skin tight jeans squeeze around them), stuffs his hands underneath the pumpkin and rises with zero difficulty with it in hand. He pays you no mind despite the fact that he’s standing mere inches from you, and begins to walk away.

“Whoa, whoa, hold the phone!” You growl, snapping out of your horrified daze to tug at the jacket of the man who’d stolen your pumpkin. He turns sideways to you now, and with a little space between you, you can comfortably see his face.

He’s got a strong facial structure, striking in the orange light of the fading sun. Hazelnut hair falls in soft, sheeny waves along his forehead and highlights the light bouncing off his brown irises, giving him an a glow that almost stopped you from saying more. Almost.

“Can I help you?” He asks with a much too pleased smile.

“Yeah, uh, you can give me back my damn pumpkin.” You can hear Jihoon behind you whispering a soft “please, god no” behind you, but you pay him no mind. Instead, you focus on how the beautiful man before you frowns, and you frustratingly notice how it doesn’t at all take away from his beauty.

He turns to you fully, looking a bit funny with the pumpkin sticking out in his hands, “Your pumpkin? I saw it first.”

“Bull! You were nowhere near that pumpkin when I saw it! I turn around for one second and you’re there-” “Because I skipped over as soon as I saw it. Meanwhile, you and your boyfriend were arguing over a more subpar pumpkin.” “Oh, so you did see me. You pretended I didn’t even exist when you stole my pumpkin! And he’s not my boyfriend!” “It’s not your pumpkin if I’m the one holding it!” “It is my pumpkin, I saw it first! Right, Jihoon?”

Jihoon looks so tired, watching you two in disinterest, “Can you give me the keys to the car? I’ll get the heater running when you two are done.”

You ignore him once more, “See? I saw it first so it’s mine.” “Oh yeah?” The man before you remarks, and then he’s moving in closer, pumpkin prodding you back some. “Take it from me then.”

You blanch. You’re turning to ask Jihoon to help, but to your horror, you realize Jihoon has swiped your keys and is already halfway across the pumpkin patch and walking to your car. You internally curse the boy for leaving you alone to fend off this hooligan stealing your pumpkin. So much for feeling bad for him.

You turn back around, and the man is smirking, noticing your obvious predicament. You obviously weren’t equipped to carry a pumpkin of that size yourself, and definitely not across an entire field of pumpkins for that matter; that was what Jihoon had been there for. But now he was gone and your only way to get this pumpkin from this complete stranger was to take it in your own hands. It was more than apparent in your mind that trying to carry it was going to be a stupid idea, and possibly even a painful one.

And yet… you go big or you go home.

You shock the man into widening his eyes when you suddenly grip both sides of the large pumpkin and yank back, your eyes narrowing when the man doesn’t let go. “Stop,” he says, watching as you stubbornly try to pull it from his grip, “don’t, wait! Stop, you’re gonna-” But he can only keep it in his hands for so long with how much strength you put into pulling, and without a chance to access the newfound weight in your hands… he lets go.

You stand for all of two seconds triumphantly with pumpkin in hand, before you feel gravity kick in, and your back suddenly hits the ground, the pumpkin falling and pressing into your stomach, knocking the breath out of you. You let it roll off of you with a whine. Yeah, that probably wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done.

You’re surprised when you hear a frantic “are you okay?” from above you, and when you register the pain is somewhat bearable (the embarrassment, however, not so much), you blink open your eyes.

The man is settled between your legs, arms on either side of you and looking you in the eyes with obvious worry, but he doesn’t dare touch you, “Hey, lady, are you okay? That pumpkin was pretty heavy.”

You huff softly, “…I took it from you… so it’s mine, right?”

The man stares at you for a solid moment, disbelief taking over his features before he breaks into a soft, sunny laugh that has you shockingly smiling back at the sound. Even though you were thoroughly embarrassed, even you could admit that was pretty damn funny.

The handsome stranger holds a hand out, and you take it, feeling your cheeks burn when you feel how warm it is despite the chill of the air. He helps you up without effort, smiling when you’re finally standing on your own two feet again. “You are okay, right?”

You nod, smiling at his thoughtfulness, “Yeah. That pumpkin was no match for me! Except… now it is. Since my friend abandoned me and I can’t carry it back to my car by myself. So… you win.”

You’re about to back away when you see him crouch to pick up the pumpkin, but then he stands back up and grins at you, “Where’s your car?”

“Huh?” You frown, looking between him and the pumpkin.

“You won fair and square. It’s not your fault you can’t carry the pumpkin. Plus, I can’t let a pretty, injured someone like you try to haul this all the way across the field by themselves. It wouldn’t be right of me as a gentleman.” He doesn’t even bat an eyelash at your stunned expression, moving to walk beside you in the pumpkin patch and you quickly start moving to catch up with him, stumbling a bit to keep up with his long legs.

You’re halfway across the field when you ask, “Can I know the name of the handsome gentleman carrying my pumpkin to my car?”

He smiles down at you, the setting sun making his hair turn an auburn color, “Junhui, my friends call me Jun.” “I’m (Y/N). Will those same friends be broken up about you losing a pumpkin to me?”

He shakes his head, “Nah. Not if I tell them I got your number as compensation… Only if you’re interested.”

He was quite a bold one, wasn’t he?

You decide not to answer well until you two have reached your car. You pop open the trunk and can feel the warm air from inside radiating out and healing your cold hands. You sigh in relief as Jun sets the pumpkin down and closes the trunk for you, rubbing his hands on his jacket and sighing, “I guess I should get going. It’s probably too late to go and find another pumpkin. I hope you and your friend enjoy it.”

He smiles, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He moves away from the back of your car and starts walking in the direction of a car another a few spaces ahead of yours, loafers clacking against the rocky roadway in rhythmic time. You look from an expectant Jihoon sitting in the passenger seat, looking awfully cozy cuddled up with the heater on full blast, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. He raises his eyebrows, nodding for you to get in the car.

It takes you a second to make up your mind, and then you’re rushing forward, calling out, “Jun!”

The man stops as soon as you call him, turning around in confusion when you rush up to him, phone in hand. “Number.” You breathe out, your breath visible in the cold air.

He tilts his head to the side like a perplexed puppy. “Num…? Oh. Uh. Oh.” You watch as he blushes all of a sudden, rattling off the numbers to you in a jumbled mess that you almost didn’t catch. When you’ve got the number, you send a quick text and smile in triumph when you hear a ring sound from the direction of Jun’s pocket. He looks down at his pocket as soon as you wish him farewell, and just as quickly as you’d appeared, you’re gone again.

He watches your car leave the pumpkin patch and when it’s finally out of sight, he looks down at his screen, a giddy giggle passing through his pink lips.

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received: 8:03 p.m., september 21st, 2017

+82-1-452-5336: compensation granted, jun. but I think you still owe me for hassling a “pretty someone” over that pumpkin. coffee, sometime?

Drunk In Love (Harry Styles Imagine)

Requested by anon! ✨

Words couldn’t possibly explain how amazing this entire month has been for me.
I just got my best friend Harry back from God knows where the hell that boy has been because it’s as if he literally travels everywhere non stop.
Personally I don’t have a clue as to how he could do that, just go from place to place without ever feeling strange or uncomfortable.
I’m scared to even set foot in a airplane, much less sit in one for hours and being aware of how high off the ground I am, I prefer to be on it thank you, and quite frankly just the mere thought of it sends major chills down my spine.
But I guess that’s the benefit of being a huge star, going everywhere around the world and feeling loved and right at home because of your amazing fans who always support you in every single thing you do.

I can’t say I disagree with any of them, this guy truly does amazing things all the time, and what I love the most about him is that no matter how big he becomes in the world of fame, he will always be humble, a very down to Earth man, hell, he doesn’t even like the word famous, in fact he absolutely hates it!
And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I am so proud to call Harry Styles my best friend, it seriously never fails to amaze me how his life has changed so much for the better, I’m saying because I’ve known Harry for years, even a bit before his little audition in the X factor when he had his little cupid looking curls, oh God he really did look like an adorable cherub back then didn’t he? All he was missing was the tiny angel wings and a small harp to constantely play in those gigantic hands of his.
What makes me laugh and love the most is the fact that the only thing he will always have such a big head about is the fact that he used to work at a bakery, but I have YET to taste a cookie made by him.

Anyway, as soon as I heard from his old bandmates that he was on his way back here in Los Angeles, the first thing I did was call his british ass up to see if it was true, cause unfortunately Niall, Liam and Louis have a history of pranking me so much, it’s pretty hard to believe almost anything they tell me now, those little hansome dibshits.
Well, Harry had certainly confirmed saying it was indeed true, and as soon as he landed, the very next day he came to my house and took me out and about these past few nights, kind of as a way to make up for all the time he didn’t spend with me.
Even though I honest to God told him that there was no need for him to do that, he insisted because, and I quote, “I missed you too fucking much poppet.”
Man, I don’t really know why but it makes me feel pretty damn special that I’m basically the only female in his life he calls that cute nickname, ever since we were younger actually.
I always found it to be the most adoring thing in the world, it makes me smile.

Overall, as I have said, him and I have been hanging out a lot lately, we have created some amazing yet crazy memories together I never thought could be possible, and it also made me realize just how boring it was without him in town, not to mention how much I truly missed him.
Although I must say the other lads did a good job in substituting I guess you can say, they are so sweet to even do that in the first place really.
In fact, I have pretty much developed a very special bond with each of them now, don’t get me wrong, I love them all and we’ve always gotten along great since the beginning, but out of all four I have always been the closest to Harry, just because as I’ve known him longer, that’s all.
I love to say that I have my own little night out routines with these three goof balls, Niall is my drinking and golfing buddy, Louis is my night club buddy, and Liam well, he’s more of my, let’s just kick back and chill buddy, but not the type of chill people love to do these days so please get your mind out of the gutter.

You know it’s strange though, just yesterday I was telling Harry about the fun time I had with the other boys and if I’m not mistaken, he actually got a little jealous?
I mean maybe it’s just my imagination but I perfectly saw the way his features just tightened intensely, even his jawline seemed sharper than usual.
When I asked him if he was okay, he tried to play it off telling me that the food he ordered was a little too spicy, but I know my best friend all too well, he is absolutely horrible at hiding his emotions, still, I decided not to push the issue, I didn’t want to ruin all the fun we were having and make things awkward.
Now that it’s the next night, Harry and I decided to do something more simple, at first he wanted to go out again but I had suggested for us to have a nice movie night, just like when we were younger, or even better watch the packers game together that’s comming on in about an hour.

I was already dressed up in my most comfortable clothing and grabbed the snacks I had went out shopping for earlier, setting everything up in the living room and placing the stack of dvd’s I got from redbox.
My eyes happen to glance at the time and my brows furrowed to see that Harry was not here yet and he said he would be in this exact time.
I grabbed my phone and texted him asking of his wereabouts since usually he’s very prompt.
As a response I saw the glow of my screen brighten up with his picture.
My thumb tapped on the green button…
“Loser!” I playfully greeted as I placed the phone against my ear.
“Well that’s harsh!” He jokingly yelled on the other line, causing me to take the cell away from me for a second.
“Haha sorry you know I love you, where are you? Are you stuck in traffic or something?”
“Sort of but s'not why I called.”
My brows furrowed once more curiously…
“What’s up then Styles?”
“Eeeeeehhhh…how angry would you be if I changed our plans for the evening?”
I rolled my eyes with a head shake, not angrly though…
“I actually wouldn’t be mad dude, what do you have in mind this time?” I quizzed, letting out a bit of a sigh as I began to put away the snacks and movies again.

“Well Li-”
“Hold on, before you tell me, do I need to change my clothes? Like is it a must?” I ask.
“Depends love, what are you wearing?”
“Sweats, a plain white t shirt, and my cookie monster slippers.” I explained, immediately earning myself a rapsy chuckle.
“You’re adorable poppet.”
I grinned with a slight laugh and just waited for him to tell me.
“Yes you have to change clothes, big time. Liam is actually having a party at his house, he texted me saying that you and I are more than welcome to come, but if you don’t want to we could just stay in it’s alright.” He assured me.
I took a moment to think about it, from what I’ve experienced Liam throws some pretty wild parties, and this is that he’s a really laid back guy, but get a few shots of grey goose in him and he’s anytbing BUT laid back.
I had a really great time last bash so I guess tonight should also be fun, especially now that Harry is here.
“(Y/N)?…” He called out, snapping me out of my thinking.
“Wha? Oh! I’m still here, um you know what? Let’s go! I’m in the mood to party. Let’s me just get dressed really quick.”
“Great, I’m pretty close to you, so I’ll be there in a bit and we can go.”
“Sounds good, later Haz.” I say before we hung up on each other.
As soon as I plugged my phone so it could charge for a bit I hauled ass down the small hallway of my bedroom to see what the heck I throw on.

Lord knows how long it took to search for the right outfit but I finally found the perfect one, it was cute but also simple, just a nice thick strapped little black dress with a jean jacket, sheer tights, and my black and white converse.
I let my messy bun down and straightened it as fast as I could, then after I thanked God that I had some time to put on makeup and make myself look presentable.
As I was putting on some sparkly highlight I heard my phone ringing again in the living room.
I took some quick steps to answer it and sure enough Harry was outside.
“Let me just get my small purse I’ll be out in a second.”
“It’s alright love, no rush.” He kindly promised, I swear to God he has the patience of a saint, sadly I can never be like it, too much of a short fuse honestly.
I ran around the house once more, almost making myself sweat like a pig trying go gather the things I need to bring with me, perfume, gum, deordorant, feminine care products, house keys, extra lipstick, hair bands, and last but not least, a bottle of pain killers in case I go overboard with the Ciroc like last time.

Finally, I was out the door and Harry was standing against his car looking down at his phone, he looked very handsome, well when doesn’t he? But tonight he looked extra hansome if that was possible.
To be honest it made me kind of think twice about what I chose to wear.
“Hey curly.” I tell him as I approached.
He glanced up at me and immediately shot a devilish smirk, I already know all too well what’s gonna come out of those bubblegum colored lips next, he parted them but I raised up a firm finger to interrupt.
“Haz! I swear to God if you start singing little black dress I’m gonna kick your ass!” I warned, he literally does it EVERY time I wear this out.
His mouth dropped then quickly formed into a grumpy baby pout…
“You don’t like it when I sing to you?…”
“What? No I love it it’s just-”
“LITTLE BLACK DRESS JUST WALKED INTO THE ROOM!! MAKING HEADS TURN!! CAN’T STOP LOOKING AT YOU!! TAKE IT (Y/N)!!”
“No.” I muttered with a bored expression.
“Take it or you could WALK to the party!” Harry shot, making me gasp dramatically in response.
“So it’s gonna be like that?”
“Yea.” He also muttered, mocking my bored stare.

I slightly grunted, screw it, might as well…
“It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s alright you know! Can we please go now?” I lightly pressed.
“You would absolutely fail the X factor.”
“SHUSH!” I claimed, smacking him on his tatted arm.
“Ow! I’m kidding (Y/N)! Jesus!…Really though you look stunning poppet.” He compliments, moving a strand of hair away from my face.
I smiled and rubbed the same arm I smacked..
“Thanks man, so do you.”
He gave me a thankful smile and followed me to the passenger side of his car to open the door for me like the gentlemen he was raised to be.

It only took about an hour to reach Liam’s huge house since he lives all the way up in the hills of Hollywood.
The loud sound of the music was already making the ground tremble from the huge speakers we could easily see from a mile away, it almost felt like a mild earthquake, if he decides to blast it up any louder I think he can make California go through the big one.
There were an awfull lot of people, more than the last party he threw, and most of them were drunk out of their minds.
“Bloody hell where do I even park?…” Harry huffed, his emerald eyes searching around to find a free space in the middle of what looked like thousands of cars.
I helped him and kept an eye out as well, it took quite a while but fortunately someone came out of the house and drove away, leaving us a good spot to leave the old rage rover in.
Of course Harry stepped out of the vehicle first and ran over to the other side to open my door again and help me out.

The moment I landed onto the outside I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.
I wasn’t joking when I said that there are way too many people here…
I could clearly feel the perverted eyes of a random drunk guy on me as Haz and I walked up to the entrance gates of the house, it gave me such terrible vibes it wasn’t even funny.
I happened to take a small glance at him and I was right, he definately had his glassy eyes locked on me, well more like my chest and legs.
I looked down and notcied I had some clevelage showing so I quickly pulled up the black fabric to cover up and closed up my sweater a bit more.
“You alright there tiny?” I heard Harry question, snapping my head to his direction.
I looked up at his tall figure and he had a bit of a smile going on, but it faded almost instantely when he saw how nervous I must’ve seemed, he even stopped walking and stared down at me with great concern.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, I just caught that guy staring at me…”
“Which guy?”
“The one by the end of the gate…” I tell him.

Without hesitation his eyes landed on the wasted male and shot him the most intimidating glare I have ever witnessed…it’s safe to say I have never seen him look so scary before…
“Hm, don’t you worry about that arsehole, he’s fucked if he even comes near you.”
“Hey Harry man be careful, he may be drunk but he’s still bigger than you.”
“That doesn’t make him a threat love.” He sternly promised.
My orbs went wide at his words, I never knew this side of him, I never even thought once that he was capable of getting this angry and protective, guess I don’t really know my best friend as much as I thought I did.
My eyes didn’t go completely wide until he shocked me by putting a strong arm around my waist, holding me closely on his opposite side so that I was blocked from the stranger’s view.
I have to admit being so close to him with zero space in between us made me feel just a wee bit fuzzy inside, especially when he wouldn’t let go and was cautious of other men around as he entered the gigantic house.

It wasn’t until we were completely inside the house did his arm wiggle away from me.
The music was a little too loud for my taste,
but I was already feeling the need to dance my ass off, another thing Harry quickly noticed.
“I see you’re really feeling the beat already!” He yelled with a wide smile over the booming speakers.
I looked down and saw how my waist was already moving side to side, I swear I didn’t feel that at all.
“I can’t help it!” I shrugged with an amused beam.
Just then Liam immediately spotted the two of us from upstairs and practically ran to hug me with a shot in his hand, then of course he proceeded to greet his band brother.
“I’m so glad you guys can make it! I thought you lames weren’t going to show up!”
“Well have no fear the LIFE of the party is here!” I jokingly shot, locking arms with Harry.
Liam flipped me off and I chuckled, raising my middle finger in the air as well.
Harry just shook his head at the two of us and searched around for something…
“Already looking for a girl to make out with? Possibly hook up?” I smirked.
“Hehehe, no not at all actually, but you know if you’re up for it, so am I.” He also smirked with wink.
I couldn’t help but allow my jaw to drop to the floor, Liam himself was left surprised, I mean he has been sort of flirty with me before, what boy and girl who are just friends doesn’t flirt atleast slightly? But he most definately stepped it up tonight.
What’s with this boy surprising me today?

He side hugged me and gave me a fast peck on my head, his deep accented voice fairly close to my ear as he spoke…
“Just kidding poppet, you’re way more than just a makeout session and a one night stand believe you me.”
And there he goes again, leaving me speechless but this time he decided to throw in my cheeks turning as red as an extra hot cheetoe, through the colorful flashing lights I could see how his features softened up slowly, almost making him appear sad if I’m not mistaking as he looked down on the shiny floor.
My glossed lips parted to say something in response but he beat me to it…
“Payno, where are the drinks?” He asked, pressed more like it.
“Oh! Right over there down in the kitchen mate, all the glasses are under the island so help yourself.” Liam assured.
“Thank God, I need a few, thanks.” He muttered, but loud enough for us to hear while he walked away and dissapeared out of sight.
I have this radther weird feeling inside of me, he was looking fine a second ago but now he just looks down right irritated, like if something is deeply bothering him…or has been deeply bothering him and I just never knew.

“Liam!” I called out, making him turn his head to me meanwhile he down he hard liquor in his small glass, his brows raised as a signal for me to tell him…
“Is my mind playing tricks on me or does he look kind of agitated?”
“Does he? Hm, maybe, I didn’t really notice quite honestly.” He said with a shrug and pout.
I just shook myself out of my concern, I’m sure after putting some alcohol in his system he’ll be his cheerful froggy self once more.
“Alright everybody! Come to the dance floor! This next song is really going to get this party started!” The DJ announced, and the second he dropped the tune with cheers filling the building, I was more in the mood to dance than ever, the song he was now playing was one of my absolute favourites.
“Oh my gosh! I fucking love this song! Liam dance with me?!” I offered, gripping his forearm in excitement.
He slightly laughed and nodded with a friendly smile, placing his empty glass down on one of his coffee tables and taking a hold of my hand to lead us to the dance floor.

Before we began to move our bodies together, I looked ahead in the direction of the kitchen to check on Harry, hoping that he was okay and having a good time.
At first he was unable to be seen, which for some reason worried me, but then I caught clear sight of him sipping on some brown liquor and actually talking to a pretty red headed girl.
From what it appeared they were having a nice conversation, because they were all smiles and laughter.
I felt very relieved knowing that he was good, and getting lose with the jack.
“(Y/N)?!” Liam called my name, gaining my attention from staring at Haz.
“Shit sorry man, just checking on my bestie.” I notified, he nodded again in understanding and we just started dancing from there.
At first we kept a bit of distance from each other, but as we got more into the music, before I knew it I was dancing with my body pressed against his, feeling his large hands firmly holding on to my waist as I shook my hips.
He was also shaking his side to side, and I couldn’t help but blush a nice shade of pink to feel his member through his black jeans, but I tried my best to ignore it and just continue to enjoy myself.

Almost halfway through the second jam I could feel myself being watched by a certain pair of green eyes.
I looked up over Liam’s shoulder, my hair kind of damp from the heat of moving my body to the fast songs, for certain I caught Harry red handed staring at me from the same spot in the kitchen he was in, there were more people around him this time, all laughing and talking except for him.
You would think that me catching him staring my way would make him turn his head, but he didn’t, he kept concentrating on me and Liam dancing.
The house may have been dark but he definately stood out in the middle of that darkness to me, his face was blank, I couldn’t exactly tell if he was down or up, but one thing was for sure he seemed less happier the more he kept his stare at us.

It began to make me go into deep thought once more, I have absolutely no idea why Harry has been acting so weird…
First the way he cringed when I told him
about how it was while he was gone, then the way he got protective me of outside, the way his own sweet words for me made him look broken, and now the way he’s looking towards me…something’s up and I seriously want to know, I feel like he’s holding something back from me, something serious…my heart is telling me to confront him about his behavior lately, but the only thing that holds me back is having that honest confrontation turn into an argument.
I know Harry have had our share of those before but I just don’t want to mess up anything and make him regret comming back to LA.
I witnessed the way he grabbed the little bit of brown liquor that was left in the bottle and just downed it like if it was water.
Oh no…don’t tell me I’m the one who’s gonna have to drive us home tonight…

I can also see how the same red head chick tried to call out for him and gain his attention once more, but he was ignoring her, in fact he ignored her completely and tossed the bottle aside, walking out of the kitchen and comming up to Li and I.
As he took heavy steps towards us the last fast song of the night finished and Liam and I leaned away from each other to fan ourselves and get some cool night air comming through the open doors.
“Wow that was hot….” He chuckled, taking off his black hoodie sweater and exposing his white wifebeater shirt that hugged his perfectly shaped body.
“Ugh I know, maybe next party you can have your AC on.” I chuckled as well while fanning myself and tying my hair up into a messy ponytail.
“Oh that is a promise love.” He agreed.
“Alright party people let’s make things slow and romantic to end the night!” The DJ announced, putting on some slow, romantic music, ironically the song Night Changes.
“Still want to dance?” Liam offered, holding his hand out to me, I shrugged with a nodd but right when I took it Liam turned around to Harry tapping him on the shoulder.

“I think I’ll cut in this one mate…” Harry semi slurred, aw man I knew it, he’s pretty smashed, his emerald orbs were dark and really glassy, and his voice sounded a lot more deeper if that was even possible.
“Woah lad how many drinks did you have?” Liam asked with concern.
“Never you mind about that Paynooo…I’m having fun that’s all.” He answered, placing a hand on his shoulder to shake it.
“I know but are you gonna be alright though?”
“Yea yea I’m a big boy not a child, now leave us, find some other girl to dance with…”
He playfully shoved his head to make him go away but I could very well see some daggers being shot with that last statement.
Thankfully Liam didn’t notice and just shrugged having an amused beam on his face and then left us alone.
He finally looked down at me once again and a huge bright grin made it’s presence be known as he reached for my hand and intertwined it with his, pulling me slowly closer to him.
“C'mere angel.” He slowly and deeply calls me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands held my hips, a little more firmly than Liam may I add.
“I didn’t think you were planning on drinking so much tonight Mr.Styles.”
“Mmm well….it helps Ms.(L/N)…”
I squinted my eyes and bit my lip in curiousity for a slight moment…
“…Helps what exactly?…” I hesitated to inquire.
Then a small gasp was taken into my lips as he went from holding my hips to snaking both of his arms around my waist fully and pulling me closer to his body, our chests pressing so much against each other I can almost feel my boobs getting mildly crushed, I felt chills go down my spine just like before…
“Hmmmm…” I heard him hum, feeling the heat of his breathing while he had his face burried into my neck.
At first this felt weird, at the same time….strangely comfortable…as if it was normal for him to do something this affectionate with me.

“Helps me forget…but now it’s all commin back…” He muttered into my skin, making goosebumps rise up like no tomorrow, the feel of his soft pinkish heart shaped lips felt moving as he spoke ever so slowly as if he’s trying to stress every word that comes out of him.
It made me feel some type of fire I guess you can say in my chest, and oddly it caused me to start picturing the sensational feel of them actually kissing my neck, but I immediately shook off the racey thought…even though I sort of didn’t want to to be truthfull.
I went ahead and rubbed a soothing hand on the soft dark grey cotton fabric of his shirt that covered his toned back while my other rested on his shoulder.
Our bods moving slowly in circles to the soft sound blaring from the speakers that were only some inches away from us.
Aw man Harry smells so wonderful…that cologne of his is very captivating…it’s so attractive and suits him very well, the smell of his curly brown hair was also delightful, and the feel of it was very soft, I almost felt like I was touching the hair of a real life angel.
I decided to play with it a little as I talked with him…
“What’s comming back Harry?…What are you trying to forget?…”

I awaited his reply but I didn’t seem to be getting one, he was so quiet just leaning himself on me.
I rubbed small circles on his back then patted him…
“Haz?…Come on tell me…Harry?” I called, then suddenly I felt him getting heavier and heavier on me, it made me stumble back a few steps.
“Woah woah woah! Harry! Dude! Don’t tell me you’re sleeping!” I yelled and with all my strength pushed his torso away.
Sure enough I was right, he was seriously sleeping, no wonder I felt us stop dancing, but in less than a second he woke up, frantically looking around him until he sighed relieved to see me standing in front of him.
“Oh there you are love…”
“Good morning.” I played.
“Where’d you go off to?” He asked with a raised brow, I see how he can barely keep himself standing straight.
“Dang you’re really plowed aren’t you?” I giggle.
“Wha?…”
“You just fell asleep while we were dancing!” I humorously exclaimed.
He took a look at his surroundings and came to his senses that he was still at the party…
“Oh…right…sorry for that but…you’re very comfortable…I love being in your arms.” He shyly confessed, his smile more adorable than ever before.

I smiled in return and shook my head…
“Awww you’re just saying that because you always get extra affectionate when you’re wasted.”
“Noooo….I mean it!” He says, taking my hand into his once more and trying to pull me close to him.
“Come be my pillow again poppet…”
I gotta admit that was pretty darn cute but I had to refuse his request…
“No no you’re gonna fall asleep again and I CANNOT carry you!”
“Fiiiine…in that case can we go?…M'not comfortable here anymore…my head’s hurting  too now..”
I rubbed his shoulder and agreed, plus the DJ decided to play a couple of more fast songs and now everybody was basically fucking each other on the dance floor around us.
Even though we just got here it’s best for us to step out, we both had our small amount of fun after all so it’s all good.
“Okay let’s get out of here, but first give me your car keys, you’re in no condition to drive.”
Harry slowly patted his pockets and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he touched his pack pockets…oh God what happened?…
“Holy shit…” Was all he could manage to say.
“No. Don’t tell me you lost the car keys please!” I pleaded.
“No not that…my bum feels incredibly firm!” He loudly laughed, eyes shutting tight and all.
“It’s like two stones glued together back there!!”
I face palmed and shook my head, trying my best not to crack up with him.
“Quit screwing around Styles! Car keys!” I ordered, holding out my palm.

Unfortunately he was a little too busy busting a gut to give me anything.
I snorted and smacked his arm, “Haz!”
“Wha?!”
“Ugggh!” I grunted and went behind him to grab them from his back pocket and pushed on his rock hard ass to start walking, which caused him to flinch.
“Move it mister!”
“Woah! Hey officer what seems to be the problem?…” He devilishly smirked.
“Oh my God! Just shut up and keep walking!”

Once we reached the cool, breezy outside and lord knows how I was even able to get this boy into the rage rover with no help whats so ever, as I drove us both back to my small house he slowly started to fall asleep again, but I kept having to tell him to look alive because I still had to get his ass OUT of the car.
Boy do I freakin regret making him stay up though, because now he wouldn’t stop singing his heart out…not that I wasn’t enjoying it, after all he does have one of the most amazing voices in the world, but when he sang while DRUNK, well…actually he still sounded pretty awesome, but it was extremely loud in the small space we’re in.
“NOBODY CAN DRAG ME DOWWWWWWooooWWWoooooWWWNNN!!”
“Harry, I think you should-”
“DOOWWWWN!!”
I turn my head to glare at him and he just laughed like the little shit he’s being.
“Yea I did that to annoy you…”
“I see that, thanks so much.” I murmured, turning my sight back to the road ahead of me.
I felt him grab one of my hands off the steering wheel to hold it, intertwining our fingers together and gently stroking my skin with his thumb, he was holding it a whole differently this time….yup…another moment for me to be blushing like crazy for the millionth time…
“Hehehe awww m'sorry baby you were saying?…”

I almost killed myself snapping my head back to face him, my eyebrows raised up so high I thought they were gonna fly off my face.
Did I just hear correctly or I had a few drinks myself at the party and don’t remember? Because that truly hit home…
“Um…W-what did you just call me?…” I nervously laughed, but my face was kind of serious…
All of the sudden it was as if he wasn’t so drunk anymore, he sat up straight in his seat, instantely taking his hand away from mine in realization of not only the way he was holding it but also what had just slipped out of him.
He just simply cleared his throat loudly and looked out the window, then from there on out heavy silence took control over us both.

Our tongues had literally stopped knowing how to form any words, I wish I knew what to say at this point, but putting all of these clues he has given me throughout the recent time together, it’s fairly obvious just what the hell is going on here.
Only minutes had passed but the silence was basically killing me, and if he wasn’t going to start talking then I will….
“Harry…I think you and I might need to talk…”
“There’s nothing to talk about (Y/N)…”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that…” I almost whispered, seeing how he broke his concentration from the window.
“Is this because I called you baby just now?…It was an honest mistake. Matter of fact you shouldn’t think anything of it.” He stated in a radther stern tone, geez that sounded pretty harsh actually…I guess my thoughts were wrong…
But why do I feel hurt? Shouldn’t I be relieved?
“Okay…got it…but there was no need for you to get mad just saying.”
“I didn’t get mad woman.”
“Dude, you have no filter.” I remind him and gave him the side eye.
“Fine, sorry..”

A few more minutes of agonizing silence later, we arrived at my house at last.
I pulled up to my drive way, parking right behind my car and removing the keys out of the ignition.
I glanced at him and I could tell his head was pounding heavily.
I reached inside my purse and grabbed the bottle of pain killers I had taken earlier and put two in my hand.
“Here drink these, your head isn’t gonna let you sleep.”
“Oh…thank you…but..j-just one sec…” He tells me, opening his passenger door to blow chunks.
Once again, I rubbed soothing circles on his back with giggles escaping my lips, this boy I swear…
Harry threw up a little more and wiped the left over bite of barf on his mouth.
“You good?” I asked, squeezing his shoulder when he came back inside and shut the door.
“Yea…but I’m sorry I threw up on your cat.”
“I don’t have a cat…” I pointed out.
“Shit…” He opened the door again and looked around…
“Who’s ever cat I just vomitted on I’m sorry!!”

Loud laughter released itself from me, knowing my neighbor’s are gonna be so pissed tomorrow.
Harry looked back at me and snorted, quickly cracking up with me.
We stayed in the car with our guts tightening for a moment before we were able to catch our breaths.
“Oh my God I fucking love you.” I chuckled and unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Love you too bugger.”
“Come on let’s get you some coffee, I have extra toothbrushes inside so you could wash your mouth too.” I notified.
“Sounds fantastic thank you.”
“Think you can make it in the house by yourself?” I questioned, only seeing him nodd, well, he should be a little more stable now that he got the worst part overwith.

Once we got inside the house, I gave him the toothbrush and a new bottle of mouth wash and he hurried himself straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
When he came back he drank the pain killers and I told him to rest on the couch while I prepared his coffee.
I took a look at the clock and it was way passed midnight, I didn’t even realize it was almost going to be three o'clock in the morning, no wonder I feel so sleepy.
The coffee machine started beeping and I poured it in a blue glass mug then walked over to the couch where he was laying in, only to find him snoring and sleeping like a baby.
I smiled at how cute he looked and placed the mug on the small table in front of him, grabbing a small blanket from the dryer and placing it over his large body.
After putting one of the couch cushions under his head I stroked his light brunette hair, noticing how a small smile would perk up on the corner of his lips as I touched him that way.
“Hehe, goodnight curly fry…” I whispered, followed by a huge yawn that signaled me to knock out myself.
And believe me as soon as my body hit my bed, it was like someone disconnected me and shut me down completely…

~~~~~~~~

Throughtout the dark of the night, as my chest was slowly rising up and down and my legs were sloppily spread out on the mattress with my blanket only covering some parts of my body…
I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not, but I felt a gentle hand touching my cheek, stroking my skin delicately, and I can feel all my hair that was covering me up being carefully taken away.
Then I heard a handsome and sweet voice lowly mutter my name…
“(Y/N)…”
I couldn’t really respond immediately, because in my mind I thought just hearing things so decided to ignore…
“(Y/N)…” I was called again, then I felt that same gentle hand go up and down my arm…
“Poppet please wake up…”
Right when I heard that word my eyes quickly opened, realizing that it was Harry.
“Hmmm…” I hummed, shifting my body to sit myself up and turn on my lamp.

“Harry?…” I croaked, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes.
“The one and only.” He nervously chuckled, tapping his finger on the corner of his mouth to tell me I have druel.
“Oh…my bad.” I say, wiping it off…well isn’t that embarassing…oh wow I just noticed that he’s shirtless but I’m gonna try my hardest to pretend he’s not…
“What’s wrong? I thought you were sleeping. Did you get sick again?” I asked, running my fingers through my messy hair.
“No…well I still feel a bit woozy but I’m alright…I just couldn’t sleep, I’m sorry for waking you up but I wanted to talk to you.”
“It couldn’t wait till the morning?…” I ask.
He shook his head and said a soft “no.” with a shy smile.
I re tied my hair up again and got myself a little more comfortable.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“M'sorry for getting upset with you in the car. I feel really bad for that…”
I just say quietly and stared at him for a few minutes before shrugging…
“Um..alright…is that why you couldn’t sleep you dork? You already apologized for that anyway.” I giggled.
“Shut your face…there’s more than that…way more..” Harry smiled, but it faded in the blink of an eye, my concern rised up to his stare, he looked so worried especially with the way his thumbs were fiddling with each other and his foot was frantically tapping the floor.

“Hey, come on look at me…” I tell him, putting a calming hand on his tatted forearm, his green orbs looked straight into mine as I spoke…
“Wow I have never seen you this nervous before, not even for a concert…what’s going on Harry?”
“Aaahh I’m…I just don’t know how to tell you…”
“Why? You and I have been super close for many years I’m sure by now you know you could tell me absolutely anything.” I promised, rubbing his forearm up and down, but he stopped it and grabbed a hold of it instead, his grip on it was pretty tight, and I can also feel his palms sweating.
I officially started to get nervous myself, if you could hear the way my heart was racing you would think it would break out of my ribs any moment now.
He kept his concentration on my hand…
“Um…C-Can I lay next to you first?…”
I hesitated for a second but I slowly nodded.
“Sure.” I simply said, scooching over and allowing him to come to my right.
We both got ourselves comfortable and we just layed facing each other until…
“C'mere…” He whispered, bringing me into his arms and pressing me against his bare body.
My face heated up on the quickness, the way his hard and smooth chest felt on my cheek… hearing the way his heat was racing at first but now listening to it come to a more steady pace…was it because he’s holding me now?

“Sorry I know this is a bit weird…”
“It’s alright, no worries, now tell me what’s on your mind.” I say, just staring at one of the birds on his chest and tracing it with my finger.
“Here goes…While I was gone…I’ve realized that….(Y/N) I’m in love with you…”
My expression went completely blank, I almost felt paralyzed, everything in my body went cold and numb…I mean with everything I’ve seen from him I can’t say I didn’t see this comming, I figured it out back at the party, I just never thought in a million years it would actually be true.
“(Y/N)?…Please say something before I have a heart attack…”
Before YOU have a heart attack?!
“I uh…my God Harry that’s mighty big thing you just told me…I mean how did you even come to realize that?…I mean this isn’t the liquor talking right?”
“No of course not, and honestly everything about you made realize that love.” He replied, his huge palm going up and down my back.

I looked up at him and just said one word in question…
“How?”
Harry changed his position so that he looked down upon me more clearly, his head was resting on his palm that was stood up by his elbow, and his other arm was on top of my tummy still keeping physical contact with me.
I just laid on my back and kept my sight on his dialated emerald eyes…
“You’re humble, you have the biggest heart in the world, the most radiant smile that is highly contagious to me, you know damn well you’re beautiful but you don’t have a big head about it like most girls do these days. You make me so happy, but a kind of happy I have never experienced before. And I would always picture myself marrying someone exactly like you ever since I was a younger lad…but why would I need to find someone who’s LIKE you? When I already have the real deal right here in front of me in all her beauty? (Y/N), You are just a beautiful creation from above inside and out overall which I was so lucky enough to have so close to me throughout most of my life.
God you even make me nervous all the bloody time, in fact you’re doing it right now see?”
He asked, taking my hand and placing it on his smooth, inked up skin, his heart really was beating a thousand beats per minute.

I have to admit, I felt happiness hearing these sweet words from those kissable looking lips.
But I don’t know why part of me began to already have some doubts…
“Harry…I’m shocked, no guy has ever made me feel so loved like you’re doing right now…but you can have literally every girl in the entire world-”
“But I only want one and she’s right here….” He slowly whispered, emphasizing every single word as much as possible.
At this point our faces were only inches away from each other…I know that I was still in shock, but I know, I know for a fact that my heart wanted him too…I want to be with him….
I realize that now as well, and now that I truly take my time to think about it, I have had feelings for Harry since the day I’ve met him, it started out as a simple crush, but then they became stronger over the years.
I’ve just always managed to push those feelings behind me and keep them there, even more when he became famous with the boys…
Because I thought that he would never go for just a regular girl like me…but man…I was wrong…I was dead wrong…

“What’s on your mind poppet?…”
“Nothing just…soaking all of this in…”
“I know it’s something major…but I don’t regret telling you…although I might in the morning there’s still a wee bit of alcohol in me but..yea.”
I slightly and quietly laughed, then taking a moment to just stare at his lips, they are really alluring me being so close to my own.
“You alright down there?…”
“I’m fine, just not really having a clue on what to say here..”
“(Y/N) you don’t have to say anything…but I really would love it if you told me that…you love me back…baby please tell me you love me back…” He begged.
“You called me baby again.” I stated with a smile.
“Well you are my baby…you always will be to me…”
Silence fell over us one more time, it became just like how it was in the car, neither of us knew what to say next.
His handsome features said it all as a few minutes went by though, me being quiet was probably making him think that I don’t feel the same way…
He looked down, a lot of hurt and a cracking heart evident in his orbs…
“Um..look It’s more than okay if you don’t feel that way for me sweetheart…just know that I-”
“Harry?…”
“Mm?” He hummed, looked back over to me and I placed my hand on his cheek, stroking it gently…
“Kiss me yea?” I beamed brightly, his eyebrows raising up high to the sky…
“What?…do you really want me to?”

I nodded, my smile getting bigger if possible…
and so was his…
“Wait does that mean you-”
“Yes it does, now shut up and come here poppet.” I say, using his same nickname for me for the first time since we’ve known each other.
He happily hovered completely over me as I placed my hands on his neck and pulled his head down to me.
I don’t know where I grew the balls to do something like this that I only ever just imagined, but I was so happy I did it, because when our lips connected, it was the most out of this world feeling in me, in both of us I’m sure, too amazing for words to describe perfectly to be honest.
I know that any girl who is a huge fan of his would probably kill to be in my position, hell I would too if I weren’t me, his lips honest to God are the most tender and loving pair I have ever placed my own on, he is such an excellent kisser it’s seriously beginning to make me question whether this man is human or not…
He’s an angel, my angel, and I know he’s going to make me the happiest female in the world.
And just like how he pictures being my husband one day, I damn well picture being his wife.

I sure hope he remembers all of this in the morning, or atleast only our very first kiss…

Man, I love him…I really do love him…and if anything I’m the real lucky one here…

My goodness though, our kiss is getting pretty heated now, but don’t you dare think for one second we are gonna go from zero to one hundred just yet, ease back a little cause that special moment is for later.
Although I’m not so sure with the way we are getting sexy at this point, and him being shirtless is not helping, also my hands can’t stop roaming on his muscular torso.
Woah…he was surely right about what he said back at the party…

His butt truly is incredibly firm!

(This took me quite some time to write but I’m so happy I was finally able to finish it! I pray I did a good job! Love you all! 💕)
-YessyLove🌶

Book recs for Hufflepuffs!

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House traits: trustworthy, loyal, kind, just, friendly, patient, hardworking, dedicated, inclusive

  • FEMINISM IS FOR EVERYBODY, by bell hooks - non fiction - Hufflepuffs care about justice, equality and inclusion, and they aren’t afraid to fight for what’s right. Helga Hufflepuff never stood for discrimination of any kind and for this reason I would recommend this amazing and inspiring work by bell hooks, which presents a passionate theory of feminism sure to appeal to the socially-conscious Hufflepuff!
  • THE PRINCESS BRIDE, by William Goldman - fantasy - Adventures aren’t just for Gryffindors! And in any case, The Princess Bride is about lots of things, not least of all perseverance, endurance and working hard for revenge (like Inigo) and for true love (like Westley). A funny and hearwarming story that could be read aloud in the cosy Hufflepuff common room for everybody to enjoy.
  • A LITTLE PRINCESS, by Frances Hodgson Burnett - children’s - “I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses.” I dare you not to cry when reading the story of Sara Crewe, a kind-hearted girl who goes from the most pampered student in an all-girls school to the lowliest servant when her father dies, and stays just as loving, friendly, generous and patient, because even all the terrible things she suffers cannot change the fact that she’s a princess in her heart.
  • FANGIRL, by Rainbow Rowell - YA; romance - Cath is a Hufflepuff with crippling social anxiety. When she goes to college, she has to juggle the challenges of her new life, a bad home situation, a new distance from her twin sister, and a crush on her intimidating roomate’s cute boyfriend, Levi (also a total Hufflepuff). It can be quite sugary-sweet at times, but I think Hufflepuffs will appreciate the characters a lot.
  • PERSUASION, by Jane Austen - romance - Anne Elliot is unfailingly dedicated to her family. When she’s 19, she’s reluctantly persuaded that her engagement with naval officer Frederick Wentworth is beneath her family’s status, and gives up on her love. She spends years being treated terribly by her family but enduring it with the patience of Job. When Frederick reappears in her life, he’s rich and respectable, and looking for a wife, while Anne (at 27) is quite “on the shelf” by Regency standards, but strong, quietly dignified and much more mature than the girl she was. Could Frederick ever forgive her? Could Anne hope for a chance of happiness?
  • COTILLION, by Georgette Heyer - historical romance - Did you know that Georgette Heyer is the inventor of the Toaster Strudel Regency historical romance? Cotillion is absolutely hilarious (it’s actually more of a comedy than a romance, really) and follows Kitty and Freddy, who get up to all sorts of hijinks in London after getting fake-engaged. They are consistently underestimated by the people around them but are, of course, as trustworthy, kind, friendly and dependable as you’d expect from two Hufflepuff cuties!
  • SCANDAL IN SPRING, by Lisa Kleypas - historical romance - Daisy Bowman is a nice, romantic, kind girl who is told by her father that if she can’t find a husband by the end of Spring, she would have to marry the bridegroom of his choice, Matthew Swift, whom Daisy hasn’t seen in years, but considers to be cold, aloof and ruthless. As they reacquaint themselves, however, the idea of marrying Swift starts looking decidedly attractive…
  • RADIANCE, by Grace Draven - fantasy romance - Ildiko and Brishen are nobles who enter into an arranged marriage to seal an alliance between their kingdoms. Just a teeny, tiny, problem: Brishen and his people aren’t actually human. This is a cool twist on the Beauty and the Beast story because both parties think the other is a Beast. But Ildiko and Brishen are both decent people who try to make the best out of a difficult situation and end up forming a deep friendship. If being a Hufflepuff is all about accepting those who are different and not being judgmental, these two are definitely Hufflepuffs.
  • THE BOOK THIEF, by Markus Zusak - historical fiction - Liesel Meminger is a girl who comes into the care of Hans and Rosa Hubermann feeling like there’s not much in the world that isn’t scary or dangerous. However, through the patience, humor, warmth and kindness she finds in her new surroundings -even during WWII in Germany-, she slowly begins to see everything in a different light. This book is filled with tons of Hufflepuff characters that not only see the value of being accepting and compassionate, but of actually following those feelings with actions that benefit those that might need it most.
  • THE COLOR PURPLE, by Alice Walker - historical fiction - Set in rural Georgia in the 1930s, this epistolary novel tells the story of Celie, a black woman that has to live a life filled with as many hardships and heartbreaks as you could imagine. Don’t let that depressing summary convince you of not picking up this book though, because what makes it great is that it’s actually a story very much about the triumph of the human spirit. Celie sees the world in a really moving way, and it helps to show you just how big of an impact empathy and acceptance can make in someone’s life.
  • MAUS, by Art Spiegelman - graphic novel - This graphic novel set tells you the true story of Art Spiegelman’s father, who was a survivor of the Holocaust. Here you’ll find a man that, in true Hufflepuff fashion, works carefully and relentlessly to make the best he possibly can out of a horrible situation for himself and his family. As with most of literature set in or about this time period, you get to see how it in some ways shaped the man he was later in life, but that doesn’t prevent you from seeing just how intelligent and perseverant he always was.
  • THE HISTORY OF LOVE, by Nicole Krauss - fiction - I honestly think this book is better if you go into it not knowing much about it, but I’ll tell you this: it has 3 stories that are linked in one way or another, it’s a book about human relationships and the endurance of love, and it will probably make you very very sad and very happy at the same time.
  • UPROOTED, by Naomi Novik - fantasy; romance - This book may have been marketed as more of a romance but the most important relationship in it is the friendship between Agniezka and Kasia. You could argue Agniezka is actually a Gryffindor on account of the many brave deeds she performs to save her friend and her village but I just think she has a very laid-back, Hufflepuff vibe, and more than bravery it is her loyalty and empathy that define her.
  • DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST, by Juliet Marillier - fantasy - [tw: rape!!!] Sorcha, the protagonist, is very much a Hufflepuff. She is fiercely loyal to her six brothers and her people, and kind even to her enemies. She is really into plants and healing (herbology, anyone?) and always rushes to help those in need no matter their social station or if it will get her in trouble. And when her brothers are cursed she really goes above and beyond to save them, in an impressive display of patience and hard work.
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(( Well @moyzi / @kalllura here’s your marriage proposal request! Hope you enjoy!))


“Lance I don’t think this is going to work.”

“Oh c’mon, of course, it’ll work! You got a ring, you’ve rehearsed the question, and even if you two have never actually used the word dating you’ve been going steady for, like…” Lance paused as he did the math. “I dunno, a year? Hard to tell in space.”

Keith didn’t look up as he rolled a small circular trinket between his fingers.

“It’s a wooden ring. I had to carve it myself.”

“Hey, it’s acceptable! I mean it’s not like there are a lot of Jared’s out here.”

“She doesn’t know what dating is Lance.” Keith sighed as he clenched the ring in his hand. “Besides, isn’t a year a bit soon?”

“Now you’re just making up excuses!” Lance scolded. “I mean my cousin popped the question after like six months. Still together with two kids.”

“Still, what if-”

The blue paladin finally lost his patience.

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Hello School Nurse

Gency Week, day 3 - Healing!

Previous and next of the week!

Another last-minute idea! Also a bit shorter than the first two days, which gives me more time to finish the other, longer fics for later in the week! So have some teacher Genji falling for the school nurse Angela! :)

Appropriate tags: modern au, teacher!Genji, School nurse Angela.

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anonymous asked:

dark writer; show me the yandere mori and Akutagawa headcanons [sfw and nsfw]

I will show you my child, but as with every Yandere post I must put this so I don’t get the dominating discourse again. Yandere characters portray unhealthy relationship habits and dynamics; below are examples of that. In canon Mori is a narcissistic manipulative man - Akutagawa has a dominating personality in canon. My Yandere! hcs for them amplify those traits. Read at your own risk
[ TW: Mentions of dub-con - rough sex - control issues ]

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No One’s Ever

Summary: The reader has some body issues which Dean resolves with a thorough tongue lashing.

Rating: Explicit

Square Filled: Cunnilingus

Word Count: 3,032

A/N:  I have these issues myself regarding this topic. That’s why I wrote Dean to be so understanding and caring towards helping the reader see just how special they are.  There are some triggers regarding bad body imaging with some angst, anger, feelings of shame and embarrassment, unprotected sex, blindfolds, silk restraints, plus it’s mostly pure smutty smut smut so…you’re welcome.

Written/Created for @spnkinkbingo

*GIFs not my own*

Originally posted by carryoutmywaywardson

“Dean, I don’t see what the big deal is about you….ya know. Making me feel better about, you know.”  Y/N huffs while trying to fold the laundry. Her back is turned so she misses the confused and hurt expression on his face.

“Y/N/N, hon. It’s not about making you feel better but I do think that we need to talk about this.” Dean tries to calmly ask her to explain as he slowly hugs her from the back.

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Candy Hearts

title: Candy Hearts                                                                                               pairing: Snowbaz                                                                                                 fandom: Carry On                                                                                             words: 1.8k

summary: Simon Snow is shit at giving gifts. But it’s okay because his unsurprisingly romantic boyfreind makes up for it.

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anonymous asked:

You have such a wonderful deep grasp of characters so I was hoping u'd help. I'm having a hard time connecting with Chloe. It is not because I don't like her I do, she reminds me a bit of Emma Swan or Kate Beckett two of my favs. With Lucifer we get inside his head, delve into his issues and idiosyncrasies where Chloe is mostly the job I really need them to give me more of and for her so I can connect. How do u see her? Do u hope we get more? Would u analyze her for me so maybe I can see more?

Sure.

My thing with Chloe is that I also want to see more of her backstory/her outside the job at times, such as the hinted-at rebellion during her Hot Tub High School days (why did she leave acting? Just because of her dad dying? Was there more of it? TELL ME!) and so forth. But I also feel like the show has acknowledged that at this point, her job (and Trixie) basically are her life, and she’s been prodded to open up and to make some friends (including Maze, who she probably never thought would be one…) and to work out some of her issues. I think that will also change as she and Lucifer continue to become more than just work partners. And what I, and everyone, really need is for her to be fully clued in on the supernatural stuff, so the two of them can face that together like the badass power couple they are, rather than Lucifer just winging it (literally) and making dumb, if well-intentioned, decisions without ever talking to her about them. But that is just showing how much story there is to tell and how much character development there is to undergo. But with these hints about their relationship being a major focus of s3 and continuing to be explored and expanded, I am hopeful for that coming.

Honestly, one of the things I love most about Chloe is exactly her sometimes dry manner and her emotional restraint and her ability to both be incredibly patient with Lucifer and call him out on his BS. I love that she has the Devil wrapped around her little finger, and that since he is the constant five-year-old in the relationship, and the colorful/eccentric character, he needs someone who can handle that about him. Chloe is exactly what he needs precisely because she’s one of the few people who does NOT melt around him, makes him work for what he gets, and yet has enough affection and patience with him to genuinely give him what he has gotten from very few, if no, people before her. We’ve seen her be dorky and giggly and (very poorly) flirty when she was trying to make a move on him, we’ve seen her give him far more leash than he sometimes deserves, and moments of vulnerability, such as in 2x05 when she admits she’s scared to die and talks the guy down from shooting her by herself. In some ways she is the basic model of the “tough female straight shooter paired with quirky male free spirit,” yes, but she’s not a Strong Female Character who’s never allowed to have emotions. She’s just more subtle with them (…. sometimes. Aka, if you are a woman and you are near Chloe Decker’s man, she will give you absolute, unsubtle stink eye until you step off).

Obviously, Lucifer is the protagonist and a lot of the plot is centered around him and things that Chloe doesn’t (yet) know about, so there is a limit to what she can be involved in outside the procedural element. I think that will change when she finally learns the truth, and can hopefully help continue to deepen their relationship and what she can do with him. But yeah, I like that she is able to handle Lucifer in a way most people can’t (and that they are made for each other, even if he currently sees it as a trick from Dad, welp) and that she can be both loving and tough with him. It’s easy to forget the sheer amount of stuff he does not know, and the way Chloe can show him what a healthy parent/child relationship looks like, how a healthy person acts, what a normal relationship looks like, and so forth.

One thing I super love, though, is that Chloe is NOT charged with fixing Lucifer. She is not expected to be his doctor or his nurse or to hold his hand. She wants him to talk to her more, because she cares about him, but the person whose job it is to fix Lucifer, or at least provide him what clarity she can, is Lucifer’s paid mental health professional who is likewise far too good for this shit. I love that Chloe and Dr. Linda are separate characters, and that Chloe has zero obligation at all to alter Lucifer’s behavior or to be responsible for his actions. She doesn’t actively teach him to be human; he learns it from watching her. And slowly gets better by being around her, and has always loved her selflessly and clumsily and incredibly, from day one.

So yes. I love that Chloe is Chloe, that she is kind but tough, that she is patient but can crack the whip, that she doesn’t put up with Lucifer’s often copious BS and makes him genuinely earn what he gets from her, but is never cruel to him, and is often far more forgiving than many of us would be. As he says, she is truly good, and since everyone knows what a sucker I am for heroine/antihero ships, I really enjoy that about her. We can tell that she loves him a lot, but has just come off a divorce and when she really tried to start something with Lucifer, he (with the best of intentions, but still) fucked it up and ran away, because there’s still a lot of their journey left, and development to be had. It’s no surprise that they left off in a tentative place as a result, and that their relationship does have to come to the forefront. And yes. I want season 3. And beyond. Because I am greedy. And want them all.

Unspoken

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Alright, this is my second (my apology gift, really, it’s over 5000 words of fluff) for Shay, in which I attempt to tackle one of her favorite tropes (characters A and B have to stay at a hotel and there’s only one room with one bed)

once again - thanks to @the-musical-alchemist​ for listening to me flip out about how to write this, I appreciate it always, Gio ;-;

I said it already, but I’ll say it again - Shay, you’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, simply because of who you are - you’re always kind, passionate, thoughtful, and are extremely talented and witty.  In short, you’re just incredibly wonderful.  Thank you so much for being you, and have the happiest birthday possible.  Hey, now you can rent a car and come visit me!!!


“Are you kidding me,” Roy grumbles, tightening his grasp on his small bag as he stomps his snow-packed boots on the porch of the building.  “Of course Grumman sends us to the most remote town, in the dead of winter, splits up our team, and gets us reservations in what has to be the absolute filthiest looking place I’ve ever seen.”

“Relax, sir,” Riza responds.  She flexes her frozen hands to try to regain feeling in her numb fingertips as she switches her bag from left to right.  “You’ve seen the rest of this town; the entire place just doesn’t have a lot of money.  I’m sure the inside is nicer.”

“Whatever you say, Captain,” he retorts.  Riza sighs at his snarky-tone, but doesn’t challenge him, knowing that the last thing that she needed was to argue with her superior officer when they were both cold, hungry, and exhausted.

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Fate - Jackson imagine

This is what happens at 3 am when something won’t leave me the heck alone until i write it. It’s a little vague, I’m aware, but I was a bit sleep deprived writing this so please be gentle on me. Still not sure how his last name is spelt so, correct me if I’m wrong. Written from Jackson’s POV. first time writing him, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

“For future reference, I would like to point out that I was right. Next time, maybe we listen to the annoying human, huh?”Stilinski was getting on his last nerve, though this time Alpha Hale was quicker, shoving him up against a wall. 

“Shut up Stiles.” He growled. Everyone was kind of done after the battle. Finally it was over, the witch and her coven dead. He gritted his teeth as he popped his shoulder back in place, briefly thinking that he would have to burn these clothes when he got back home. He didn’t even want to think about what he was wearing, a strange conception that one of them had thrown, yelling something in a foreign language. 

He looked up, noticing you watching him. He cocked an eyebrow, watching you look away, a faint blush coloring your cheeks and ear as he caught you checking him out. He didn’t mind the attention, taking a little bit longer to stretch than necessary, sending a wink your way when your eyes locked.

“I’ll call my dad.” Argent offered, cleaning off the silver knife in her hand before tucking it back into her boot. He had to admit it was kind of hot. But he was done with crazy. Done period. This was not what he signed up for when he took the bite. 

“Good, we can finally get the hell out of here.” His place in the pack was still a bit of a work in progress, he didn’t like taking orders, not to mention being stuck with these losers he spent the past years tormenting because why not. That Stilinski kid and his wheezing friend still annoyed the hell out of them and they would never really be friends. But they were getting along, a new found respect for both of them. Still, his patience only lasted so long before he snapped. And Stiles particularly loved pushing his buttons, the bickering was as much enjoyment as it was a hassle. He had guts, he’ll give him that. Not that he would ever say it to his face probably. They needed someone to keep them on their toes, a reality check now and then. Someone had to keep a level head. 


He fell asleep as soon as his head it the pillow, having the best sleep he’d had in years. For the first time in a while his alarm woke him up. It took him a while to notice, it wasn’t really until lunch that he started to realize something was seriously wrong when his hand started shifting right there in the cafeteria. He ran off, ignoring Danny’s confused call, and headed for the bathroom. It was like his first full moon all over again, he could feel his control slipping. A loud bang echoed trough out the room as the sink fell to the ground, he’d been gripping it way to tightly. The sound drew people from outside and soon enough Greenberg came busting through the door, freezing in place when he took in the scene. Shit. His eyes were glowing. This was going to take some fixing.

“Get out.” He managed, watching as he sped out the door like he was running for his life. He was getting so much trouble for this one. Detention was nog biggie, he was more concerned what the pack would do when they found out. A familiar heartbeat reached his ears, and he managed to pull himself together, shifting back just in time as coach Linstock came in. He took a second to scan the room and read the situation before addressing him. 

“Whittemore, detention tomorrow. See you then.”


It was a tedious process of filling in the rest of them and figuring out what was wrong with him. Lydia was the one who found out what happened a couple of hours later. He wasn’t thrilled by the answer. 

“A curse.” He repeated, staring at a stain on the carpet. He didn’t want to look at anyone, it was bad enough that he could smell the emotions radiating of them all. “Okay, so, tell me how bad is it?”

“As far as I can tell, it becomes permanent at the next full moon. Which is tonight.” His former girlfriend’s voice was softer than he’d ever known it could be. A brief moment of regret flickered in his mind. He messed up a good thing, but he knew it wasn’t meant to be. 

“Right, so I have six hours before I become a wolf permanently. Awesome.” His only hope of breaking it was shattered when Lydia gave him a quick peck on the lips and he fell absolutely nothing. Who was he kidding, he was unlovable. He hated himself for entertaining that feeble thought of hope, it only left him disappointed and empty. Well, there was no use crying about it. And there was no time as Argent came bursting into the loft.

“We’ve got a pack of omegas, they’re at the school.” 


“Come on!” He shouted, pounding at the door like it maybe would actually work the nth time around. The roof had caved in, he’d managed to pull the two of you  into the janitors closet just in time, but now you were pinned in, no idea where the rest of the pack had disappeared to. It had been at least an hour now, and he was starting to loose it, frustration humming through his veins. He wanted to scream, a loud howl escaped his lips, panting he sank down on the ground beside you. You were watching him intently, a mixture of something he couldn’t quite comprehend. He noticed the pain emitting from you straight away, his shirt wrapped around your torso in a make shift bandage to stop the blood but he knew he needed to get you out of there. You wouldn’t make it for another hour, maybe not for much longer. He noticed your heartbeat was slowing down. He took your hand in-between his, leeching of some of your pain. Your eyes slid shut and you sighed. 

“Thank you.”

“We’re getting out of here. You just stay awake alright?”

“Mm kay.” Your eyes stayed shut, a brief moment of panic overcame him and he shook you awake, the sight of your beautiful eyes coaxing a relieved breath. 

“You really do like me.” You grinned, looking beautiful despite the fresh cuts and bruises, half dead.

“Not really, I tolerate your presence. Without you there I would have to actually talk to Stilinski.”

“Oh, that would be terrible indeed.” You startled, as if realizing something.

“Jackson, the curse.” 

“Don’t worry about it, you just focus on staying awake alright. They will find you. Everything will be okay.” You ignored him, gripping his shirt with as much force as you could and he leaned closer, not wanting you to strain yourself. 

“Kiss me. If I’m gonna die, I wanna at least have tried helping you.” He started to argue, the words dying in his throat as he took in your expression, the want coming from you. He would be an idiot if he didn’t admit he’d thought about it, more times than he could count. His eyes drifted to your mouth, licking his lips on instinct. What the hell. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, mindful of your injuries. He didn’t have words to describe it. It was fireworks, rainbows all that corny shit that people have been talking about in those chick-flick movies Lydia always made him watch. It was everything. And it wasn’t enough. He was craving more. It was like he’d been starving without even realizing it. He found you, you’d been there all along. His other half. His mate.

“It’s you.”

“Great. Naturally, I’m fated to be with an asshole.” You joked, easing the heavy tension. Even now. 

“Hey-” He swallowed the rest of the sentence, smelling the happiness mixing with your usual scent of cinnamon and something flowery. Like home. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, the warm tingling sensation spreading through out his entire body at the touch, lasting long after you pulled apart. 

“How about we go on a date first? I’ll pick you up Saturday.”

“That sounds perfect.” 


It wouldn’t be easy, you would argue a lot and fight, but you’d always find your way back to each other. It wasn’t perfect, it was real. And that was way better. You would never ask him to change, but for the first time he found himself wanting to be better. 

He never wanted to see you stop smiling like that. It took his breath away every time, coaxing a smile in return. He was done for. 


“Hey, Jackson, you guys in there?” He’d never been so happy to hear McCall’s voice in his life.

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{summary: “words never did come easy to me, and it’s worse when you’re around.”}

this was partially inspired by a really cute shoujo manga oneshot where the main heroine converses with her crush behind a library bookshelf…and the fact that I’m re-reading the Harry Potter series.

harry has always been a literary crush of mine and it’s high time that i actually write a cute and fluffy imagine for him [♥]

warnings: none

forever tag: @ghostedwolf

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

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007 Themed Rec List: Featuring Writers & Artists from 2017′s Teamdoubleoh

Originally posted by maryjosez

There’s a lot of good written and visual art produced by our 00s, so here’s a work I’ve enjoyed from each writer/artist over the course of their Bond fandom careers. Some works are fluffy, some are smutty, some are angsty, some are long, some are short…all of it is fantastic! It was pretty hard to narrow it down, but I did my best.

 See all works under the cut because holy crap this post got long

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