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My little sister was in tears today because she was wearing her hair naturally to school. She told me that she didn’t want to because people at her school always made fun of her or laughed at her when she did (including her friends and teacher). She said that she hates her hair and that she wishes it wasnt like how it is. I tried telling her that people would kill to have hair like hers. She didn’t believe me and said that no one wants hair like hers and that she hates it. We live in a predominately white neighborhood, so shes used to seeing white girls with flowing hair. She feels as thought their hair is prettier than hers. I know this is a bit stupid and all but, could you guys reblog this and share some positivity so that I can show her that she is loved and that her hair is beautiful and she should never be ashamed?

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HUMAN POV

“Are you poisonous?”
“Can I try to pick you up?”
“How is your hair so soft?”
“Why don’t you get pruney?”
“Can you be eaten like sashimi?”
“Have you ever fought off a shark?”
“You’re even prettier than legends say.”
“You speak our language surprisingly well.”
“I thought mermaids were supposed to be pretty.”
“Here, taste this. It’s a human drink called alcohol.”
“Is it true that you can erase memories with a kiss?”
“Wait! Please don’t leave! I’m not going to hurt you!”
“If I fall in love with you, does that mean I’m into zoophilia?”
“If you could get rid of your tail for legs and feet, would you?”
“So, like… were you hatched from an egg? Or born like a shark?”
“Should I build a house on the beach so we can always be together?”

MERMAID POV

“Do I scare you?”
“Your bathtub is too small…”
“Go ahead. You can touch me.”
“You have to stop coming here.”
“People are coming. I have to go.”
“Can you take me back to the ocean?”
“Why is there an eel between your legs?”
“Why is there a clam between your legs?”
“My scales are sharp. Please don’t touch them.”
“Did you really go out and buy me a kiddy pool to lay in?”
“I’m not just a fish. Stop treating me like I’m beneath you.”
“I’m getting dehydrated. Can you spray me with the hose?”
“Can you stop staring at me? You’re making me uncomfortable.”
“I cant live on land, and you cant live in the water. We cant be together.”
“If I leave the ocean for you, and you fall out of love with me, I’ll die. You have to know this.”
“That’s not a pool. That’s a deep hole with muddy water. You cant expect me to swim in that.”

Back to You | JJ

Pairing: Cheater!Jungkook X Reader

Summary: {Based off Cheater!Series} Jungkook cheats on y/n with her best friend and she finds out. What will happen when Jungkook tries to fix things after not seeing her for the past three years?

Genre: Fluff, ANGST, smut

Warnings: YALL KNOW ITS SMUT SO SHIT BOUT TO GO DOWN

Word Count: 3.7k

Note: To the anon that requested this I’m so sorry it took this long to get it up. I just wanted to make sure if was perfect. Hope you like it!

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the fuckboy scheme | 2 | m

◇ Maybe Jungkook wasn’t as bad as you previously thought. Maybe.

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fuckboi!au + college!au

◇ length: 4.9k

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◇ okay i know i said i was working on other things but i just realised I’m almost at 2k followers and i wanted to get this fnished bc a lot of yall apparently like this and honestly i kinda like how this part turned out!!! Also thank almost 2k of you for being sweet and supportive and understanding,,,,,, ily all 💗💗

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Two hours pass and Jeon Jungkook is still completely and utterly flabbergasted — and hard, too.

He can’t wrap his head around the fact that you teased him, turned him on and then proceeded to leave him. That - that’s never happened. He’s Jeon Jungkook — any girl in this college would bend over backwards to have him in their beds, and what’s even worse is that Jungkook was the one chasing after you. Shit.

So he stands for maybe more minutes than is socially acceptable, mouth gaping and eyes narrowed in an uncomfortable mixture of confusion and disbelief — and then, he downs between 2 and 10 concoctions from the kitchen that are much too bitter but much too sweet at the same time; he flirts and kisses and flirts and kisses until he’s breathless but he’s still bored, still spiritless.

Thus, Jungkook finds himself locked in one of many bathrooms in Jackson Wang’s house. A shaky breath escapes his lips when the pounding music fades to a muffled cacophony and his inebriated gaze focuses on his image in the crystal mirror in front of him.

He imagines you were there with him; your hair mussed, your lips swollen, chest heaving with every breath. He imagines that he lifts you onto the sink and eats you out like a man starved, he imagines you getting on your knees and swallowing his cock like it’s your favourite treat. And fuck, are those good thoughts.

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Things The Signs Have Said That Break My Heart
  • Aries: Was I ever anything more than a sad kid? I thought the drugs would help, but they just make you sadder and a little deader. I really tried my best, but I don't think there's much use anymore. Nobody cared then, and nobody cares now.
  • Taurus: I'm sorry, but I fell in love with you. I watch you move and I'm captivated. The world slows down just a little bit when I look at you. I wanna kiss your long neck, and run my fingers through your curly hair. I wanna listen to you talk for hours about old movies and bad music. I wanna hear every word that you have to say. But I can't, because you're in love with someone else
  • Gemini: I dreamed so much as a little kid. All those dreams are dead know. The world has a lot of fun killing little girls dreams.
  • Cancer: Please don't go! Stay! Stay! I need you to stay! No one ever stays.
  • Leo: I used to be special. Everyone thought I was going to be this amazing person. They thought I would do great things, but look at me. I'm nothing. If I was anything, it would be a failure.
  • Virgo: She just left. She didn't say anything. In one simple second, all the love and laughter that we had, was ripped from both of us. She just decided she did't feel like loving me anymore.
  • Libra: It's all gone. Any hope that I had is gone.
  • Scorpio: Do you think that if I get prettier, he might look at me like he used to? Maybe he'll love me again.
  • Sagittarius: The whole world is at my fingertips, they say, but I can't seem to ever grab it.
  • Capricorn: I could tell she didn't love me anymore. She would smile, but in her eyes I could see the pity and slight disgust she had for me. I tried to stop loving her, but I couldn't. I felt pathetic, like I was stood up. But this time I couldn't just go home and forget about it the next day. She was, and still is, my everything.
  • Aquarius: I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to be trapped in my mind. I want to live again. I just want to see the light one more time.
  • Pisces: Could you just tell me you love me? You don't have to mean it. I just want, for a second, to feel loved.
After Hours - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: Based on the prompt: “I have a key to the theatre, and sometimes I go there when I need to think. Apparently so do you.”

Words: 5,296 (ren and i are just…yeah)

Warnings: Swearing. 

A/N: From Ren (@alexanderhamllton- Guys, it happened!!! Here’s my first collab with Liv, which I’m so so excited about, we wrote the whole thing in one afternoon and I couldn’t be more proud of the result. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do <3

From Liv - I am still dizzy from how much I enjoyed writing this. I finally had the honour of collaborating with Ren (aka real human sunshine) and it was so much more than I could have ever hoped for. Honestly, it is amazing. Happy reading!

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There is something very beautiful about a theatre without an audience. It is filled to the brim with potential, all these seats just waiting to be filled, an empty stage that could become an entirely different universe. The lights are dimmed down, and from inside a deserted Richard Rodgers, it is as if the entire world has stopped spinning.

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More Like Her || Archie Andrews

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pairing : Archie Andrews x Reader

warnings : upset reader, bitchiness??

summary : You’ve been friends with the gang for all your life, even dating Archie, you thought you’d like Veronica like everyone else but you start to think Archie is cheating on you with her so that’s not okay.

a/n : thanks you all for requesting for being on my tag list, but for now i will not be adding more people. also, i was listening to this song, it might put a good mood setter for this imagine! 

posting schedule : wednesday, friday, sunday!


     You thought she was a nice girl. Everyone thought Veronica would make a nice addition to your group of friends, you thought that Ronnie was cool that she would fit in nicely. You thought that for a while before you started to pick up on some things that never would add up in a normal person’s mind.

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(Y/N) had just vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving a camp full of confused Lost Boys and even more confused new comers.

‘D-did I do something wrong?’ Wendy asked as she looked around.

‘Apparently so.’ Pan said with a tilted head.

‘I-I didn’t mean to offend anyone-’ Wendy rambled.

‘Wendy! Remember why we’re here!’ John hissed as he pulled Micheal closer to him.

‘Oh right. We are here for Bae, and we demand you return him and us home safely.’ Wendy said in false authority.

Pan couldn’t help but chuckle at this girl’s attempt at bossing him around.

‘Cage her.’ Pan smiled as his loyal boys grabbed Wendy by her arms and began pulling her away.

‘W-What did I do?!’ she yelled.

‘Wendy!’ John and Micheal yelled as they went to chase after their sister.

‘Not so fast boys.’ Pan said as he cast a quick spell that froze the brothers in place.

‘Normally I’d let you two stay and become Lost Boys and all that, but given your connection to a certain boy of mine I can’t offer that. Now I know what you want, your sister back. And I will giver her to you…after you have served your purpose.’ Pan explained.

‘For now I am sending you home, until I need you again.’

With that all said and he broke the spell and released them before his shadow swooped down and carried them off.

‘And that is the shortest amount of time anyone has ever spent on the island.’ one of boys scoffed.

‘Don’t let Bae find out about the girl, or that the Darlings were ever even here.’ Pan announced before letting the boys go about there business.

‘Now you Felix are going to help me figure out what made (Y/N) so damn mad.’ Pan said as he made his way toward the path back to his tree house, he didn’t have to look to know Felix was following.

‘Are you serious?’ Felix asked from behind him.

‘What?’ Pan asked in confusion.

‘She’s your wife and you just brought another girl to the island, a ditzy girl at that. Now how do you think she took that?’ Felix tried to explain, but the annoyed face he received from Pan told him that he had not been clear.

‘OK, how would you feel if she introduced you to a big muscular boy who was dumb as dirt but also gorgeous?’ Felix asked.

Pan’s face soured at the thought, but then his eyes widened in realization.

He groaned as he hurried toward the tree house.

‘And he’s got it, I’ll let you and the missus have some privacy.’ Felix said before he turned and headed back to camp.

Once he was at the tree house he took a deep breath, letting himself relax enough to stop being Pan and start being Peter. He wanted to always be Peter around (Y/N).

He tried to open the door but it was locked.

‘(Y/N) let me in.’ he said.

‘Shouldn’t you be showing your new little doll how to survive this island? Unless your newest kink is necrophilia.’ (Y/N) said angrily from the other side.

‘(Y/N) it-it’s not like that I promise. Let me in so I can explain.’ Peter tried again.

‘Explain from outside.’

‘I…I thought that you would like to have another girl on the island to talk to.’ Peter admitted with red cheeks,  happy now that she couldn’t see him.

It was quiet for a while before the door was unlocked and opened a bit, but not fully, just enough for (Y/N) to look at him.

‘What?’ she asked.

Peter looked down in embarrassment. 

‘You’re the only girl here, I thought you would like having a girl to talk to about girl…stuff.’

Again it was quiet.

Before (Y/N) let out a chuckle as she opened the door all the way, revealing that she had knocked down and destroyed basically everything that was on his side of the room.

‘You should have said something earlier.’ she smiled as she snapped her fingers and repaired everything.

Peter shook his head as he chuckled himself.

‘I’m sorry for jumping the gun, but you must have known how that looked to me Peter.’ she said as she stepped outside.

‘I honestly didn’t see how it looked until Felix pointed it out.’ Peter said as he sat on the edge of their porch.

‘Seriously? You didn’t see that bringing a prettier girl home to meet your wife was a bad idea?’ she said as she sat next to him.

‘I didn’t think she was prettier than you.’ Peter said honestly.

(Y/N) looked over him and he looked back her and she saw pure honesty in his eyes.

‘You wanna know why I was really upset?’ she asked.

‘You mean other than overwhelming jealousy that someone would realize how much of a catch I am?’ he teased.

‘Shut up.’ she groaned as she hit his arm.

‘I thought you got tired of waiting for me, that I waited too long to admit how I felt.’ (Y/N) said looking at the ground below them.

Peter looked over at her in shock.

‘Before Felix came to get me, I was already planning on telling you.’

‘You like me.’ Peter smiled.

‘Yeah…I like you.’ she blushed.

‘Does that mean now we can consummate the marriage.’ Peter wiggled his eyebrows.

‘You perv, come on I’m being serious.’ she whined.

‘So am I.’ Peter said.

He pushed her back so she was laying with her legs over the edge before he placed a gentle, slow and sweet kiss on her lips.

They were both hit with a strong breeze that was so strong it shook the island, but still they kissed until they were breathless.

Finally they pulled away and took deep breaths.

‘What was that?’ (Y/N) asked.

‘A true loves kiss.’ Peter smiled down at her.

official ranking of the thinking face emojis

blobby, consternated, valiant. 100% swipe right.

absolutely minimalistic. the platonic form of thinky faces.

twitter but less confused and prettier. quality tink.

distinctly, uniquely thinkie. probs intp.

gazes vacantly into the void. mickey mouse hand. my fearless child.

adorable dome of thoughtfulness. 1/3 winkie face, 10/10 thinkie face.

blobby and thoughtful, blushing? apple but less smexy.

looks to the sky for answers–finds none. i would die for.

distinct, likable, needs hugs. i would adopt.

i saw a post that said “when you hear Vincent Van Gogh, do you think of starry night or bloody ear?” and all i could think about was his sunflowers and how his memorial is sunflowers and fields of them and how you can go and pick as many as you want and how he was barely holding on but painting was his way to cope and he was such a deeply sad man and still his paintings were beautiful and filled w bright colors and life and happiness and if that’s not proof that the things you love truly can keep you going (even if it’s not forever) then i don’t know what is cause yeah yanno maybe he cut off his ear but he found a way to make his pain beautiful and he was constantly looking for a way to hang on and i think that’s proof that as humans our nature is to fight cause we have that fight or flight mode right and he was so low that he tried eating yellow paint to make him happy inside and i really wonder what he would be like if he was alive now?? like would he still paint as beautiful? would his pain still be as unbearable as it was to him??? would he have cut off his ear?? maybe he would have made person the thing that wills him to hold on, instead of eating paint chips or painting. and i think that’s just proof that we all have more fight in us than we think we do because he thought eating yellow paint and cutting off his ear was his lowest point, and maybe it was, but the very thought of him eating yellow paint made him survive and kept him going for just a while longer and maybe it wasn’t forever but sometimes the things we find solace and consolation in, keep us alive for longer than we thought was even possible, and i think we all have our yellow paints and things we do to help us survive even if they’re odd, or make no sense, or end up hurting us even more and i think he’s a pretty fuckin rockin man and i wish everyone would have loved and appreciated him more because his paintings (and just him in general) is deadass proof that when things are shitty and you’re at rock bottom, sometimes all you can do is slap a paint brush against paper and hope for something prettier than your chaotic mind. or write and write and write until your hand cramps and hope to silence your thoughts. or sing, or dance, or run, or call someone, or simply confide in a person who’s hand is outstretched and waiting for you to take it. and i think that’s good, i think we all have our yellow paints and sunflowers and starry nights. i think beauty comes from all things painful (not to romanticize anything because self destruction is not beautiful but the strength you gain from getting over it is) and anyways, i hope you find your yellow paint and i hope it keeps you alive. i hope you allow sunflowers to bloom from your lungs and i hope you allow yourself room to breathe and grow and become the artist (in any way you express yourself) that you’re meant to be.

And Suddenly There Was Her

Author: see-the-fandom-imagines
Warnings: none. maybe nightmares. but actually just pure fluff
Word Count: 3117
A/N: This will be my first and only story about Twilight. I tried, but I don’t really feel like I’m in it with my full heart. I hope you understand this, and maybe you even like this one (and I hope I got his personality right…Unfortunately I haven’t read the books/seen the movies in years!)
Request: the request about twilight would be that y/n lives in Forks and one day she goes to the beach in La Push (she’s never been there before) because she had a fight with her mom and wants to clear her head at a place nobody would expect her. and coincidentally the boys are there and Paul imprints on her. he can’t tell her roght away so he gets to know her slowly and tells her about shapeshifting and imprinting when they are already together. 



You drove past the road sign that read ‘La Push’, simply heading straight ahead. You had fled from a major argument with your mother and just needed to get away from everything for a moment. And usually you could do that best while driving.
After you had done the dishes, the laundry and cleaned both the toilet and your room, and just wanted to relax a bit she had come inside your room, telling you that you could help her with dinner. Because apparently 'she always did everything alone’.
Everything alone, my ass.
This not being the first time, that she had accused you of not helping at all in the household, you had snapped, which eventually resulted in you and your mother shouting at each other, until you finally took your coat and stormed out of the door.

The moment you left the house you knew that she would try to call you around ten minutes later, but right now you just had no patience for this.
You needed to be alone for a while.


Even though you lived in Forks for almost four years now, you had never once visited the beach in La Push. You guessed it was the typical not-visiting-anything – attitude one would get when living in a place to long. Furthermore your mother was not very fond of this reservation.
So no one would expect you there, and you could be by yourself for a few hours.

It didn’t take long for you to find the beach, given that you had seen around four different signs on your way here.You got out of your car, and made your way over towards the sea.
As your feet stepped into the soft sand, you immediately felt better. The salty smell of the sea calmed your nerves and managed to even get a small smile on your face.
You searched a nice place next to a few trees, and let yourself fall down into the sand.


You sat there like this for maybe and hour, just staring at the sea and thinking about everything and nothing.
You started to think about the argument with your mother, but quickly realised that she most likely would do the same thing tomorrow, and therefore it was definitely not worth to think about.
So you allowed your thoughts to wander. School, your friends, everything that came to your mind. 

Until you suddenly heard voices coming your way.
As you looked up you realised, that the people they belonged to were closer than you had thought. A group of around five boys, who were laughing together, shoving each other around in a playful way. From their looks you cloncluded, that they most likely belonged to the Quileute.
They probably came down here quite often.
Still, you started to feel slightly uneasy as you saw them approaching. You didn’t know these boys, and if you were honest, you seldom had good experiences with a lot of strange boys approaching you at once.
You stood up and patted your trousers to remove the sand, as you realised, that the boys seemed to have seen you. They weren’t too far away anymore, and you could make out single faces.
At least they didn’t seem to interested in you, which made you feel a little better. 

You knew that you would have to pass them, if you wanted to return to the main street. Taking a deep breath, and throwing on your jacket, you approached the group, who luckily didn’t seem to mind you at all.
Somehow this made you feel a little safer, and you even dared to let your gaze wander through the group. Two of the boys had sat down on a log, that had probably been washed up during a flood or something, and they still talked and laughed around playfully.
One boy was just standing there, grinning slightly, and suddenly he turned his head towards you. Your eyes met for a second, and you could see how his grin faded, and he just stared at you, as if suddenly startled by your presence.  
He didn’t move, he didn’t speak, he just stared at you.
And it made you feel definitely uneasy.
Quickly you turned your eyes down to the ground and stuck your hand into your pockets, leaving the beach and planning to go straight home. 

A few metres further you turned around once more, to see that three of the other boys now stood around the guy that had stared at you, and seemed to talk insistently to him. Quickly you turned around again and went back to where you had parked your car.  

But you didn’t get far. 

You had just reached the street again, as suddenly someone behind you called out for you.
„Hey! Wait a second!“

You ignored the voice and headed straight ahead, hoping to get to any place with a few people around, so he would stop bothering you.
„Hey, girl!“, he shouted again, but you just sped up your pace.
Eventually, though, he reached you, and began to walk next to you.

„Hey“, he grinned at you, and you finally looked at him.
He had black hair, like the other boys, and his eyes shimmered dark brown.
But there was something else.
The way he looked at you.
You didn’t know if you were scared, or fascinated, by the way he simply stared at you, as if you were the first girl he had ever seen in his life. But at the same time he seemed confused, as if he wondered, why he even ran after you. 

„Hello“, you greeted, and stopped reluctantly.
He grinned at you and you couldn’t help yourself but to think, that it looked almost challenging, and you didn’t know why, but somehow this made him look incredibly attractive. He stretched out his hand.
„I’m Paul“, he introduced himself. „Lahote.“

Hesitating you took his hand and shook it. „I’m (y/n).“
You had no idea why, but this boy didn’t look like he would do you any harm. 

There was absolutely no reason to, and he definitely looked like you shouldn’t, but you trusted him. Well, as much as one could trust a guy one had met thirty seconds ago.


Paul’s POV

Paul had followed the pack down to the beach. It was not as if he had anything better to do. And he didn’t know if it was because of their shared fate, or not, but he slowly grew to actually like the boys. 

They had just reached the old log, as suddenly a girl caught his eye.
She had obivously seen them approach and stood up to leave the beach.
Jared and Sam had seen her as well, but didn’t really seem to care.
Neither did he.
Or so he thought. 

He had just laughed about a stupid joke Jared had made, as he turned his head. The girl was barely ten metres away, and in the same moment he had turned his head, she had looked up, and their eyes had met.
Immediately Paul’s grin vanished, as suddenly a wave of emotion swept over him.
She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. All of a sudden he felt the strong urge to walk over to her, to speak to her, to take her in his arms. And even though he had always imagined this moment to be different, to be a lot more mundane than this what he felt right now, he knew exactly what this meant. 

„Shit.“

He was not able to move, even though he knew he had to go after her, before she would vanish, but he was completely overtaxed with all the emotions he suddenly felt at once. Embry seemed to have realised that something was wrong with Paul, for he nudged him in the rips. 

„Paul?“, he asked, causing him to wake up out of his trance. He still stared after the girl. Now the other’s too, had become curious.
„Don’t tell me-“, Quil said, as he followed his gaze. 

Suddenly Paul felt Sam’s hand at his shoulder, who actually gave him an amused smile. „Go“, he simply said and Paul didn’t wait a second longer. He knew that Sam had understood, and the other’s probably as well. He ran as fast as he could after her. She had already reached the street. 

„Hey! Wait a second!“, he shouted, but she didn’t even look around. He scoffed, and clenched his jaw. Of course she didn’t. He had to seem to her like a lunatic, running after her like this. But he couldn’t stop himself. He had to talk to her.
„Hey, girl!“, he tried once more, but again no reaction. Angrily he sped up his pace, until he had finally reached her.
But she didn’t stop. She just continued walking. 

„Hey“, he said, and she looked at him.
Even though he had been frustrated and ready to punch a wall only a second earlier, as soon as she looked at him, he felt calmer, and he couldn’t help himself but grin. 

Close up, she looked even prettier he thought, as she now finally stopped. 

„Hello“, she answered, and he stretched out his hand. 

„I’m Paul. Lahote“, he said, and grinned even more as she took it. „I’m (y/n)“, she introduced herself. Even her name sounded beautiful.
„Are you new here?“, he asked letting go of her, and she shook her head.
„Not really. I live in Forks“, she answered, and smiled slightly. „I just never came here.“ Her gaze wandered over to the sea. „And now I wonder why.“
Paul smiled down at you. „Well, if you would like a little tour, I don’t have anything to do right now.“
She smiled up at him, and checked her watch, giving him an excusing smile only a second later.
„I’m sorry, I would love to, but it’s getting late, and I’m pretty sure my mum worries already.“
Slowly Paul nodded. 

He needed to see her again. He were meant for her.

But he also knew, that he couldn’t force her. He knew how the whole imprinting thing worked. And he knew that he did not have the same effect on her, as she had on him. 

He pulled out his phone. „How about we exchange numbers, and when you come down here again, I’ll show you around a little?“
She seemed to think about it, before pulling out her phone, too.
„Sounds great!“


(Y/N)’s POV

After you had given him your number, Paul had written to you on the same evening. You had answered instantly, and so you had made up for a meeting on the weekend.
He had showed you around La Push, the beach, the forest, his favourite places.
You could tell that he liked you, and you had to admit, that you had fallen for him as well.
He was always nice to you, and even though you had realised pretty soon, that he was kind of a hothead, you knew that he would never hurt you. And it hadn’t taken long for you to realise how to calm him down when he got angry. 

And around your fifth date, he had finally asked you how you felt about him. Slightly embarassed, you had stuttered around, until he had taken your hand and looked into your eyes.
„Because I cannot describe what I’m feeling for you. I want to be there for you, and I will always protect you“, he had said,and you had never seen him so serious as in this moment. And you knew that he meant every word of it. 

And this was the moment you had finally admitted to him that you had fallen in love with him.

Since that day, exactly one month ago, you had been a couple, and you were happier, than you had ever been in your entire life.


Today Paul had asked you, to meet him at the beach in La Push, exactly where you had seen him the first time. You didn’t really know what he planned, but you had a smile playing around your lips, as you sat on the log, much too early and stared at the sea, waiting for him.
It didn’t take long for him too arrive, Paul, too, slightly too early.
He hugged you from behind and you could see him grinning as you turned your head towards him.
„Hey“, you greeted him and turned around, to press a quick kiss on his lips.
„Hey“, he said, and sat down next to you.
He had taken his hand in yours, and looked at you, a somewhat weird expression in his features.
You raised your eyebrows. „What is it?“, you asked, slightly worried, and shifted a little, to get a better look at him.
Paul licked his lips and suddenly seemed grim. The only thing that stopped you from freaking out at his behaviour were his fingers, still gently stroking over the back of your hand. „I need to tell you something“, he said, and shifted, too, looking directily into your eyes. „Just… Promise you will listen until the end, okay?“

Utterly concerned you nodded, waiting for him to speak up.
„Well, I have… uhm“, he started and you saw the muscles on his jaw harden as he seemed to think about the right words. „…Special abilities“, he finally said, leaving you almost more confused than before.
„Abilities?“, you asked. „What kind of abilities?“

„Don’t think I am crazy, okay?“ You shook your head, furling your brows once more, at his slightly aggressive tone. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but this simply proved how difficult this was for him.
„I’m… a shape shifter.“
You didn’t move, but simply looked at him, trying to process what he just told you. „A…shape shifter?“, you asked, and he nodded.
„I transform. Into a wolf.“ He looked at you and you shook your head, laughing. He clearly made a joke. There was no thing as shape shifters in real life.
„Paul, if you try to freak me out, you definitely succeeded“, you said, but he just shook his head.
„I prove it“, he said, suddenly determined, and let go of your hand.
„Paul, what are you talking about“, you asked and looked at him. He looked around, and as he didn’t seem to see anyone, he stepped away from you. „Paul you’re scaring me“, you admitted, and he held up his hand.
„Don’t be scared“, he said, before taking a deep breath and breaking into a sprint. Confused you looked after him, as he suddenly jumped into the air… and transformed. His body stretched and as he landed not one second later, a gigantic wolf trotted your way, his fur dark-silver and his dark eyes directed at you. Your mouth stood agape, and you had opened your eyes wide as you tried to process what just had happened.
Your boyfriend had just transformed into a gigantic wolf!
He had reached you now, and stood in front of you. His eyes still looked the same, still the same dark brown you had fallen in love with. Slowly you stretched out your hand, and the wolf stepped close enough for you to touch him. This has to be a dream, you thought, as your hand touched the soft fur, and you managed to finally speak.
„P-Paul?“, you asked and the wolf seemed to nod. „But how?“

The wolf made a small noise, not really a growl, and not really a whimper, as he turned around and ran away.
Still in some sort of shock, you just looked after him, until you couldn’t see him anymore. A few minutes later Paul ran back to you from the same direction, his shirt, you noticed now, ripped on the beach and he was wearing nothing but jeans. You still hadn’t moved, as he had reached you.
„I’m sorry“, he said, sitting back next to you. „It’s always a little problem with the clothes.“
You looked at him, not really able to say anything. „Sorry“, he apologised again. „I just didn’t knew how to tell you otherwise.“

„How long?“, you asked finally, and he wet his lips. „Around a year and a half now“, he said, looking at you. He was serious.
„Sam… Jared“, you started. „Are they too…“
„Yes. All of us“, Paul answered. „We belong to Sam’s pack.“
„Wow“, you finally whispered, staring at the ground in front of you, trying to process everything you had just witnessed.
„But there’s something else“, Paul said, taking your hand back in his. You turned your gaze back up to him.
„Fire away“, you sighed. „It’s not like anything could shock me now.“
Paul smiled slightly at your commentary and nodded.
„We have something that we call 'Imprinting’.“
You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to speak on.

„It’s hard to explain. At one point in our lives we see someone, and… something happens. We imprint. As I saw you I knew that I never want to leave your side. I want to be there for you in good and in bad, and I will be whatever you need me to be. A friend, a lover, the worst enemy of everyone that ever hurt you. Especially the worst enemy of everyone that will try to hurt you in the future. As I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful, the most fascinating girl I have ever seen in my whole life.“
You looked into his dark eyes, as you slowly understood what he told you. „So, you’re…imprinted… on me?“

He nodded. A smile grew on your face. The whole situation was so absurd, so abnormal, but here you were with a shape shifter that had just turned into a wolf and now swore you his eternal love. And you were surprised of yourself for simply accepting everything he had just told you, so easily.
You chuckled, before smiling at him. „Does this work the other way round as well?“, you asked, cupping his cheek with your hand and slowly leaning towards him.

„Because I’ve fallen hopelessly for you, Paul. And I don’t care whether you are a wolf, or a duck, or a cockroach in your free time. I love you.“

A tiny smile spread on Paul’s face, as he leant down to you. „I love you“, he whispered, before pressing his lips hard against yours, his hand buried in your hair, while pressing you closer towards his body.

 He moved his lips against yours, wrapping his free arm around your waist, before he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed.

„You are my life.“


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anonymous asked:

How did you meet your amazing girlfriend?

I’ve been sitting on this ask for some time trying to figure out the way to say this, so I suppose I will just tell the story as it happened.


I won’t be posting her URL here because I don’t want to send thousands of eyes to scour her blog, but we’ve been mutuals for something like a year, and always had crushes on each other, flirted a ton online, etc. But she lives very far away from me and this, of course, is a major obstacle, so we never made plans to act on that at all. She messaged me one day to say she’d be in town for a day or two on a family trip, and I brought up hooking up if she was interested, although I was such a nervous baby about it that I think I ACTUALLY said, “Hey we should make out or something if you want.” We agreed to meet, go to my place together, have a lot of sex, and make some sourdough because why not?  So in the days before meeting 1) I tried a new recipe and tested it out to ensure it would be good enough and 2) we sexted a ton (she’s good at this and also? world’s best Snapchat snapper) and just got to know each other really well, too, and I found out that we have all sorts of weird little things in common- we want the same number of kids, we want the same color Le Creuset oven, we like and dislike the same kinds of fruits, she has been making jam for several years and I have been making bread for several years, etc- and each of us made several obviously-not-regular-hookup comments about the other being :) the woman :) of our :) dreams :) and how ohhhh gosh if only she didn’t live so far away we’d totally be dating!


She made it to the coffeeshop where I work, and I saw her coming in the door, thought, “WOW she is prettier than I expected” and immediately pretended not to see her/to be very QUICKLY taking some trash to the back of house to go get myself settled. I put on what was apparently a very good -I am totally chill and not going to die- face, sat beside her, made some conversation about her trip up, blah blah, sexted for several hours while I was closing up shop, and decided we would catch a ride from a bar across the street from my job because I MAY have skipped out on a meeting to go fuck this really hot woman and didn’t want it to be super obvious. So I closed up like normal, went to go meet her at the bar, and she kissed me several times while waiting for the car because she was too excited to wait. Then we got home, made bread, and had really incredible sex during which she came 13 (THIRTEEN) times before I stopped counting :) :) :) And when she left I did my best to pretend not to be sad, but it didn’t work because she asked, “Are you sad?” and when I said “Oh! I didn’t think you could tell!” she proceeded to mimic my posture, which was hands-in-my-pockets, slumped over, and forlornly gazing at the ground because I’d had a really genuinely magical time with her.


The main thing is really that the second we met I just felt an instant sort of “WOW I’d like to keep this one around” feeling that I know from a lot of dating is extremely rare and really special, and I think there were lots of moments during our first date that were very much not regular hookup/hangout moments, like we each called the other sweetie more than once, spent…an absurd amount of time staring into each others’ gay eyes, held hands a lot more than would be normal for a hookup, etc. I think it took her a few hours after she left to really realize she was feeling the same thing, but every now and again you meet someone and it just feels right and natural and comfortable instantly, and you just MESH well, and that’s really what happened. So in the next few days we sort of talked things over and decided to give this thing a shot. And I’m glad we did! Sometimes you have to do the very stupid, very silly, very wild 20something thing to do and just go for it because you think you could find something really special and worth it. I think I just sort of thought, “No this isn’t the most logical thing in the world but I know how rare this feeling is and if I can, I don’t plan to let it go because of something like distance.” So now we’re girlfriends and I couldn’t be happier about it- she’s really wonderful and sweet and makes me incredibly happy and I’m so proud to be, as my blog is titled, Her Butch. She’s the best coincidence I’ve ever encountered, and I’m so glad that she came through the city at just the right time and on just the right day and we talked just often enough beforehand for her to tell me she’d be in town, because I honestly didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way again and she’s been a wonderful addition to my life. She’s a pretty excellent girlfriend and I’m more excited than I can say to kiss her again.

“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT PINK GUY!”

I DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT PINK GUY!!😫

“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT GETTER!”

I DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT GETTER!!!😩😩

“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT NICK COLLETTI!”

I 👏 DON’T 👏 KNOW 👏 SHIT 👏 ABOUT 👏 NICK 👏 COLLETTI 👏 !!!!!!

Enough // Park Minhyuk

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the prompt: Hi!! Would you be able to write a fic of Rocky x chubby!reader? Something fluffy with a tiny bit of angst? Thank you!! I love your writing by the way!!

words: 1725

category: angst + fluff

author note: you asked for a tiny bit of angst and ya girl disobeyed and wrote half of the scenario in angst. hopefully the nice fluff at the end will make up for it?? please enjoy anyway!!

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! May i ask a scenario in which seventeen (has a crush on you) reacting to you fangirling (intensely) over bts and monsta x? Btw i really love your writings!!! Thank you 💖💖

S.Coups:

  • he can’t deal with it. he wants to be your one and only and definitely gets jealous about it though he tries super hard to make it not obvious
  • to be honest this is how you’ll work out he has a crush as he exposes himself by asking “what about me???” on several occasions

Jeonghan:

  • thinks it’s pretty sweet to be honest because i think he appreciates enthusiasm in the person he likes 
  • but he LOVES to point out that “i’m prettier than all of them, right?” and “remember i could beat any of them in any sport” “remember that time monsta x thought i wouldn’t be good at basketball but i AM??” etc and when you answer that you like him better it sets his heart fluttering

Joshua:

  • goes quiet and very subtly sulky whenever you talk about them, but so careful about it that it would take you a while to work out why and notice his jealousy 
  • worries because he feels like he’s not quite as “cool” as they are. you have to explain that you love him the way he is, you just happen to be a fan of the other groups too

Jun:

  • gets intense and fangirly WITH YOU tbh… have you seen him talking about wonho? he thinks he’s sexy af
  • but also spends a lot of time giggling at you over the parts he can’t join in with, his crush getting more intense every second because he thinks passion is very cute 

Hoshi:

  • learns dances to their songs so he can impress you with bits and pieces and watch you fangirl over him for a change
  • gets strangely quiet when you get super intense because it makes him secretly insecure that maybe he’s not good enough and you’ll never consider him crush worthy

Wonwoo:

  • goes really quiet and watches you with an amused smile 
  • does impressions of you freaking out, and then also does impressions of whoever you’re freaking out over, and then when you get blushy and flustered in response he over-analyzes it with all his friends 

Woozi:

  • “wow, i never knew you would get this excited” he says, kind of confused but very soft for you
  • tries to analyze them musically, and maybe criticizes them a little in comparison to his own music to try and get you to appreciate him more… a more subtle jealously than some of the others

DK:

  • he would get hyped along with you, he just can’t help it! maybe he’d be partly laughing at you, but he’d be there to jump along and get excited
  • i hope you can put up with him fangirling over jaehyun from nct while you fangirl over monsta x and bts lol

Mingyu:

  • pouty! so pouty! especially if you ever talk about admiring other rappers! especially when he sees you looking at compilations of some of bts’s best rapping moments 
  • but at the same time he can’t help cracking a smile at just how adorable you are, though he quickly tries to hide it

The8:

  • also a little pouty, but in a more subtle way at first, trying to distract you with other conversation until he gets to the point where he outright asks if you like seventeen as much. is delighted when you reassure him!!!
  • definitely kind of absorbs some bts type style in his fashion, taking note of your reactions and being pleased if you like it

Seungkwan:

  • gets super upset because he doesn’t feel like he has the “cool” look that might have caught your eye
  • after some comfort from his friends when he tells them about his insecurity, he’s really sweet- teasing you, pretending to be cocky by pointing out how he can be even better whenever you mention either group, and mostly appreciating your adorable enthusiasm 

Vernon:

  • i can’t imagine him getting too jealous to be honest, but might be a bit surprised by how intense your fangirling is, and watches with a shocked smile
  • is willing to hear you tell him many details and will sit with you through whatever videos you want to show him to get to know you and your interests better

Dino:

  • tries to understand the appeal, because he really does love you, but he can’t quite wrap his head around it until you tell him it’s the same as how he feels about mj
  • probably tries to very subtly ask you if you think he can be as cool as them, maybe even demonstrating some of the coolest dance moves he knows, and possibly giving away his crush on you by accident 
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// harry and y/n take a trip to MoMA and her art studio, where things get a little messy

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paint my kiss across your chest
if you’re the art, i’ll be the brush

-bad liar, selena gomez

“You’re prettier than all of the art in here.” Harry states. He flops his long arm across my shoulders as we stand looking at Andy Worhol’s Campbell’s Soup Cans. “I mean, it’s just a bunch of soup cans. I could’ve come up with that.”

I roll my eyes at his cheesy comment and laugh at his unappreciative nature towards art. “It’s Andy Worhal.”

“It’s not creative, y/n.” Harry looks at me and takes my hand in his, pulling me away from the soup cans. His heavy tan sweater sways lightly while he walks. His hands are clammy, just like usual. “You on the other hand, are the most creative, most beautiful person I know. Your art should be here. You should be in here,” he beams.

“I am in here.” I reply, looking up at him. The hat he has on makes him look different- younger, maybe.

“No, like on display. I want everyone to see how beautiful you are- wait no, on second thought, I don’t want anyone looking at you.” Harry shakes his head and takes his lip between his index finger and thumb.

“Why not? You said yourself, I’m prettier than all of the art in here,” I counter, though I completely disagree with his statement.

“Because having you on display would mean that other people would get to look at you and I want to be the only one who gets to look at y/n, the most beautiful and priceless piece of art that ever was.” Harry finishes his sentence with a kiss to my right temple. This leaves my cheeks burning and my mind wondering why this public act of affection is affecting me the way it is. All we would ever be seen doing is holding hands. Never kissing, never even hugging in public.

“People stare at you everyday and you don’t see me having a problem with it.” I cross my arms over my chest, sending him attitude.

“That’s because you don’t see me as a piece of art, love. I look at you and I see the most delicate, most intricate, most delightful thing created.” He flashes a smile at me again, and I wonder why he would ever think I don’t see him as a piece of art. Maybe he’s more than art to me. Maybe he’s my world, my lifeline, the oxygen in my lungs.

Harry yawns. “Can we go to your apartment? I’m tired.” Waking up before the sun does, performing on the Today Show and promising your girlfriend you’d go to MoMA with her can be exhausting.

“Yeah, Haz, we can go home.” I quietly say while he rubs his eyes. His sweater sleeves are far too long, even for his lanky arms. I notice him grabbing onto the ends of his sleeve, to keep the cool new york air away from his skin when we walk out the door. He grabs my hand with his uncovered one, a cool contrast to my always warm ones. Both of our chelsea boots clank on the dirty sidewalk and we do our best to avoid paparazzi, however we do stop to say hello to a few fans.

Once we settle into the range rover waiting for us, I tell Harry that I need to stop by my studio before we go back to my apartment. I say to him that he can stay in the car and that it’ll only be a few moments but he insists on coming up with me.

“Wow, this is intense.” He says closing the door. It’s a small studio with the tiniest bathroom and kitchen imaginable. It was my first home in Manhattan. Harry looks around my work area, careful not to trip over the paint stained sheet I have layed out on the floor to protect the wood underneath. He glances at the canvas on one of my three easels, the one he so graciously gifted me with. “Is this me?” He points to the unfinished painting.

I nod. “Yeah, I started that while you were in Jamaica. All from memory.”

“You’re so incredible.” He comes up behind me and rests his chin on the top of my head. Our height difference always makes me giggle. His arms slip underneath my sweater and shirt, finding spots on my warm torso to leave his cold hands. The contact makes me scream.

“Harry! Your hands are so fucking cold, get them off of me.” I wiggle away from his grasp and he frowns.

“I was trying to warm up, poppet,” Harry tries to justify his actions.

“Well you’re not warming up by putting your freezing cold hands on me,” I say while trying to find the gallery showing application I was given.

“Fine,” he says. “I’ll turn on the thermostat.”

“No Harry, I came to pick up this application.” I wave the paper in front of him. “We can go now.”

Harry narrows his eyes and looks around the studio again. “No, I want to stay here and try something.”

My eyebrows knit together in a confused fashion. He begins walking over to my paints and rummages through the bottles. “What are you doing?” I question.

“I wanna try something,” He repeats. “Strip for me.” He continues blatantly. Turning around, he holds three bottles of paint in each of his large hands. He looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to take off my clothes but I remain wide eyed and completely clothed. Like he said, It’s still very cold in the studio and I have no clue as to what he’s planning on doing. Harry puts the paint down on the table closer to where I’m standing. He walks towards me and takes my jacket off. I reluctantly let him but still wonder what’s going on inside his head. “Can you at least tell me what you’re doing?” I question.

Harry bites his lip, hiding a smile from me. I hate it when he bites his lip because I love seeing him smile, but on the other hand there’s something mysterious to this lip bite. “Just trust me, okay? Look, I’ll even turn on the heat for you and we can stand in front of the heater,” he suggests.

“Harry…” I begin.

He pouts his lip. “Please, poppet?”

I groan as I’m unable to resist his begging eyes. “Fine,” I comply before pulling my shirt off of me, shuddering as the cold air hits my skin. Harry shuffles us closer to the air vent so I won’t freeze down to my bones.

“Pants, too.” He gestures. “Everything, love. I want everything off.” He unbuttons my jeans and moves his hands around my waist so that they’re resting right above my bum. He kneels down so he can be eye level with my stomach. He presses his lips to my already exposed belly button while reaching down my legs to unzip my boots, allowing me to step out of them before removing my jeans. I do this for him since he gets up to take me in. I’m slightly embarrassed, though this is hardly the first time he’s seen me like this. “So beautiful. God, how are you so perfect?” Harry is now standing in front of me, peering down my body.

“I’m hardly perfect,” I whisper. The warm air from the heater leaves goosebumps scattered along my backside, where the air first hits my body.

“But you are,” Harry insists and reaches behind my back, trying to unclasp my bra. I let him do so as I’ve completely given up on trying to understand what he’s doing. He lets my bra drop to the floor and I instinctively bring my arms up to cover myself. Harry shakes his head and grabs my arms to move them to my sides. “Why do you feel like you have to cover up, love?”

I shrug. “I don’t know, I’m just embarrassed, I guess.“

Harry chuckles lightly before pressing his lips against my own, making this our first kiss of the day. It’s tender and sweet, making me want more but he pulls away. “You have no reason to be embarrassed. How many times do I have to tell you that you’re perfect. All of the flaws that you think are flaws make you who you are. You’re perfectly imperfect.” He kisses my lips again. His words make pink blossoms bloom on my cheeks and heat emerge between my legs. He grabs a paint bottle and opens it.

“Harry what are you-”

“I want you to be my canvas. You’re always asking me to paint with you but I’ve decided I want to paint on you.” Harry answers. He grabs a pallet and squeezes the white paint onto the plastic.

“You’re gonna paint on me?” I look at him with disapproving eyes, wondering where he even got this idea from.

“Mhmm.” He dips the brush in the paint. He’s slow with his actions, making me anticipate the cold liquid on my skin. He starts at my left shoulder and I nearly yelp at the cold contact. “Sorry,” he says. I nod and he drags the brush all the way down my arm and stops at my wrist. He does the same to the other side and my body gets used to the feeling. It tickles slightly but the brush he’s using is rough. He says he’s finished with the white and puts the pallet and brush down. “This could get pretty messy,” he states. “And we wouldn’t want me getting paint on my clothes,” he continues, starting to take off his hat and his tan sweater after. He leaves himself only in his white boxers, just like me, only in my dark blue lace panties. I shake my head at his cheeky behavior. “Maybe we
should let Ray know he can go back to the hotel. Wouldn’t want him waiting in the car all this time.”

All I can do is nod, completely lost in his actions. He grabs another paint bottle, the lightest blue that I own. Instead of the pallet, he squeezes it into his hand then puts his hands together, spreading the paint on the other. He looks at me adoringly with his pupils dilated and a smile creeping onto his lips. He moves behind me and nudges my arms, telling me to lift them up. I do so and when they’re up far enough, he snakes his arms underneath them and presses his hands against my breasts, leaving two blue handprints on each of them. “Harry!” I gasp.

He laughs and turns me around. “What?”

“You’re so cheeky!” I exclaim, looking down at his blue palms. “You’re too clean, too.” I add. Harry twists his face, confused by what I mean. It’s just not fair that I’m the only one who is covered in paint. I lunge toward him and press my chest on his, transferring some of the paint onto him. I wrap my arms around his neck and he gasps my name. He lifts me up in his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist. I join my lips to his and this one is much needier than the last. He bites my bottom lip before pulling away.

“Mmm, not done with you,” Harry hums. He puts me down and frowns. “You’ve messed up my artwork!”

I look down and I see that I’ve completely smudged the blue paint on my boobs and have managed to get some of it on my chest.

“This just won’t do,” he shakes his head. Harry’s long fingers wrap around the lilac paint and he smirks at me. Before I get to say anything, he squeezes the paint directly onto my chest.“My design is ruined so might as well just make a mess of you.” He shrugs.

“Only if you let me paint on you,” I compromise. I receive a small peck on my lips and he says okay. I smile, feeling giddy that I get to have some fun as well. I contemplate which color I want to start with and Harry has already decided on his next one. He’s going with a bright yellow and I pick up a darker purple than the one he put on me before. I squeeze a little on my finger and reach up to put lines under Harry’s eyes, resembling a football players game face. He laughs and says, “That’s the best you can do?”

I shake my head no. Before Harry does anything with the yellow paint he removes my underwear in the swiftest motion, I don’t even notice that they’re gone until his cold hands are placed on each of the cheeks. “Mm, just a little yellow to brighten the day,” he says. Twisting my back, I see the two yellow handprints left on my bum. It’s like he’s marking me.

“Fuck,” Harry says. “I can’t do it.”

I am staring at the ferns etched above his V line when he says this. I look up at his hungry eyes. “I just can’t do it, y/n,” he admits. “I wanted this to be fun. I just wanted to paint on you, but you’re so beautiful and I’m getting distracted.” He looks down. I look down. I hadn’t even noticed the bulge under his boxers.

“Oh, Harry,” I giggle while bringing myself closer to him. My palms meet his chest and I trace my fingertips over the birds. He hums into my ear and nibbles on the lobe. My knees feel weak but luckily Harry lifts me off of the ground and takes control. One arm is holding me up while the other is wrapped round my back and he grasps my hair in his hand. I snuggle in closer to him-if that’s even possible, and rest my forehead on his shoulder. He’s backed me up against the wall and he pulls my hair so we can be face to face. A wet kiss is left on my neck and he kisses my jawline, teasing me at the corner of my lips until finally pressing his own to mine. He parts his lips and I take this opportunity to stick my tongue in his mouth. He never lets me have this much control and I don’t think he ever will. He pushes mine away with his own, and resorts to biting my bottom lip as punishment. Our breathing is heavy and our skin is hot, thanks to the thermostat that quickly warmed the small flat.

“Y/n, baby,” Harry begs. I kiss him harder, shutting him up. However, he pulls away. “You’re so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”

“You’re beautiful too,” I smile. He puts me down and his boxers come along with me. They stop at his thighs and I pull them down, kissing his thigh tattoo as I do so. I take him in my hand but Harry pulls me up before I get to do anything. I look at his face and he shakes his head.

“All about you, love. I want this to be all about you,” he tells me. I want to argue, but I also don’t want to do anything. “I want to taste you,” he says. I nod. I nod vigorously.

He lifts me up again and takes us over to one of my work tables and I internally grimace as my bum touches the dirty surface. Ugh, Harry why this table? He’s looking at my body with such fascination, I can’t help but watch him watch me. His right hand glides across my stomach and moves down until he reaches my thighs. I groan at his slowness. I’m so needy for him, I’m so dependent on his touch. He uses both of his hands to push my thighs apart and his elbows rest on either side of them. He kisses the inside of my thigh, trailing all the way up to my core and two unexpected fingers slip inside me. I’m suddenly finding it a lot harder to watch him, my eyes threatening to close with each pump of his fingers. Harry’s face settles in between my thighs and his tongue teases every part of me. I pray he doesn’t stop. I bite my lip in hopes of holding in a moan. He looks up at me and pulls away just enough for him to be able to speak but he fingers don’t stop. “What have I said about biting that, hmm? Moan, baby. Let the whole building know how good I make you feel.”

I do as he says and release my lip from my teeth. An immediate moan escapes my parted lips and Harry grins. He continues to pump in and out of me while his thumb remains outside, rubbing the spot above my entrance. I call his name out, begging for more. He laps his tongue around my folds and I writher under his touch. My legs begin to shake but he refuses my arrival by pulling away. “Not yet, baby.” He says, taking my leg behind the knee with his left hand. His lips meet with mine when he unexpectedly yet slowly thrusts inside of me. He lets out a low groan as he finally gets the relief he’s been needing. He quickens his pace and holds my back up with his hands, pulling our chests together. I bite into his shoulder, feeling so close to where he’s trying to get me. There isn’t any way we could possibly get closer yet Harry still manages to grip me tighter. His other hand is everywhere, as are his lips.

Y/n, fuck,” he gasps. I feel his back tense under my hands, and I claw at his skin. His thrusts are harder, needier, rougher. His thrusts become pounds which makes me scream but I don’t know if it’s out of pain or pleasure. Maybe pleasureful pain. His hand slips down in between my legs and rubs ferociously. His lips find mine in a feverish approach to pleasure me even more. He’s nearing his high and I’m nearing mine. Everything is pulsing, my heart is threatening to leave my chest. “Let it go, love. Come for me. Come on, kitten,” Harry encourages.

“Harry,” I mumble out, squeezing my eyes shut as I come. This could be the first, this could be the hundredth, but every time, Harry makes me feel like I’m flying. I’m weightless in his arms and I beg him to release. “Come, Harry. I know you’re close, God your cock feels so good. Come in me, please.”

He continues thrusting and leaves scattered kisses along my neck. “Y/n,” he breathes. His legs shake and his movements weaken. “God, y/n.” Soft lips are touching my own and he stills himself, despite the tremors quaking throughout his back and legs. He sighs into my neck and bites down softly. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he says, still tense. Still pressed inside me. His breaths are shallow and rapid. He pulls out of me and I sigh.

“Harry,” I begin, grazing my nails along his skin. He kisses my lips tenderly and presses his forehead to mine. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” he replies and backs away from me, looking at my painted body. “I told you I’d make a mess of you.” Harry laughs while bending down to grab my bra for me. The paint has crusted over and I can’t wait to wash it off of me, though I have a feeling Harry will want to do that for me.


My wet hair is wrapped in a towel while Harry and I are sprawled on the couch watching reruns of friends. His wet hair has drenched my (his) t shirt since he decided to lay his head on my stomach. My palm rests on his chest, rising and falling with every breath. “Are we more like Ross and Rachel or Monica and Chandler?” he asks.

“Definitely Monica and Chandler,” I state. “Ross and Rachel were so off and on, you know? But like, Monica and Chandler were friends first, never thought they’d be together but they’re hands down the best couple.”

Harry nods in agreement. “I’m tired.”

“Hmm, you should be.” I glance at the clock. 2:34. “Go to sleep, babe.” I insist. It’s not unusual for us to fall asleep on the couch but Harry slowly gets up and looks at me with tired eyes. He grabs my hand and pulls the two of us off of the couch. I turn the tv off before he drags us to my bedroom. Immediately, he flops on the bed, not even bothering to get in. “Oh c'mon, Haz.” I nudge him. “Just a little more energy to get you into bed.”

“No,” Harry resists, snuggling his head deeper into the pillow.

I attempt to pull the sheets out from under him. Successfully doing so, I try lifting up his heavy legs to push them under the comforter. He mumbles something I can’t decipher. Though it’s probably just a complaint about me trying to get him into bed. God, it’s like taking care of a child. “Okay, baby,” I say, pull the sheet up to his shoulders and I crawl in on my side. I’m not even in bed when Harry’s arm reaches for any part of me pull me close to him. He manages to grab my torso, completely letting me mold into his position.

We both fall asleep rather quickly, but his hushed snores arrive before mine, though I’m positive I don’t snore. Harry says otherwise. Even though I think he’s lying he says it doesn’t matter if I actually snore or not because he says I’m perfect either way. Perfect, perfect, perfect. He’s always telling me how perfect I am and every day I look at him and wonder how I could’ve been so damn lucky to have this man in my life.

He says I’m the best artist that ever was, but a painter will get nowhere without their inspiration.

fin.

[authors note • pretty please send requests/ prompts :) thank you for reading!!]