just because this song stuck in my mind since morning today


Your eyes lock with each other, each look becoming more loving and longing every second that passes by. You rest your head on his chest, making him smile, thanking the gods above for this moment with you. He kisses the top of your head, holding you even tighter, closer, and safer.
“I think I’ve completely fallen for you.” He says.

Summary: In which you worked at the local diner in the city and found yourself to have fallen for Zach Dempsey.

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader (you)


ya’ll i hope u like this cos i do its my fave one so far PLS LMK

Thursday. It was the very first time you saw Zach Dempsey, along with his teammates, step in to the diner. It looked like as if they just got out of basketball practice, as you can tell by the duffel bags and red, leather basketballs they had in hand. Boy, were they rowdy. ­Zach’s tall frame always stood out to you. His attempt to make his floppy hair stay still was your amusement during your 5-hour weekday shifts.

It was every Thursday night that stolen glances, shy smiles, and failed attempts of conversations would happen.

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anonymous asked:

"You love me, right?" maybe where Harry is asking the question after a fight or something...

This isn’t the best I have to admit, but I wanted to try and write some thing and kind of help get my mind of my pain from the surgery for a bit. Sorry for taking ages and Thank you for leaving a suggestion! Also wittle vulnerable harry melts my heart. Under the cut cause it went on for ages for which i apologise profusely.

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anonymous asked:

hey! i was just thinking, that i've been listening to the songs harry requested on radio 1 and they've been stuck in my head for so long omg. and like, i'm not connecting the songs he requested to larry, but with each song a little scenario ab them plays in my head! was wondering if you could write little snippets based on a couple of the songs? sweetest devotion by adele and issues by julia michaels!

I got really carried away with this; I combined both of these songs and very subtly put a few of the lyrics into a mess of 3k. I hope this works for you xx

Louis watches the build up and break over a period of months. Years, even. Harry’s tired. They both are, but Harry’s exceptionally so. He’s been working nonstop on his album, his photography, himself, and now that he’s back in the limelight all day, everyday, it’s taking a serious toll. Louis doesn’t say anything or imply that Harry needs to slow down, but he wants to, just isn’t quite sure how. Harry’s been a little moodier, a little more on edge, and the whole time Louis is trying to figure out a way to approach the subject lightly, it seems that Harry has already given it just as much thought as Louis has, if not more.

“I think I wanna take some time off,” he says one night just before bed. He’s in the middle of changing his pants, tripping into them like he always does. “Like, hide, maybe?” The way he says it makes it sound like he’s asking for permission from Louis, just to make sure they’re currently at the same level.

Louis raises a brow from his position in bed and looks up, relieved, worried. “Yeah? Like go on an extended holiday?”

“Mmm, something like that.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Harry crawls into bed beside him, shirtless and shoulders pink from his sunburn. The weather was mild and about 10 degrees today - typical for January - but they spent the majority of the day outside, anyway, Harry lounging in the backyard, ignoring Louis’ request to venture out. Paps, he said simply, going back to shielding his eyes from the LA sun.

“I rented out a place in Maine,” he says, reaching for his reading glasses on the bedside table. He doesn’t really need them, but no matter how much Louis teases him about it, he continues to wear them, squinting without them. Dramatic. “I’m not even really sure where it is, but I know it’s right on a lake, it’s in the woods, it’s secluded, it’s…” He sighs. “Not here.”

Louis’ stomach tightens. “You trying to get away from me, Styles?”

“No, God no.” Harry shakes his head, curls finally grown back in and bouncing. “I’m trying to take a break from everything, but that doesn’t include you. You can come with me, if you want. But don’t feel obligated to. I know how much you love it here. And that you like writing here best.”

I love it here because you’re here. “I’m comin’ with,” he replies eventually.

“You want to?”

“Yes. You’re a bit strange for wanting to fuck off to the middle of nowhere but. I’m used to your weirdness by this point. No judgement here. I’ll come with.”

Harry smirks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose like Louis always does. Copy cat. “Good.”

“So, when’re we leaving?”

“Thursday morning.”

“Christ, you’re an impulsive lad, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Makes life interesting.”

Harry nods, reaching for the remote for the telly, then setting it back down. “I’m very happy. I really am. I just need a change, yeah?”

“It’s okay to, like, want to step back,” Louis says softly. “You don’t have to be grateful and positive every second of the day. Wanting to escape is probably the most normal thing I can think of.”

He’s quiet for a moment, probably thinking. He purses his lips when he looks at Louis. “Thank you.”


“And you’re gonna escape with me? Until you’re tired of me?”

Louis smiles, turning off his bedside light. “Absolutely.”

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CeCi Korea June 2017 Issue: Boys, be the ASTRO!

Summer’s coming and you’re making a comeback. What comes to your mind when I say ‘summer’?
What comes to mind when you say ‘summer’ would be freedom? I want to light a bonfire at a campsite and spend an enjoyable time. My hometown’s in Cheongju so a lot of times I’d have fun like that when it’s summer.
JinJin: If you’re talking about summer, then of course it’s the sea. I used to enjoy fishing with my family when I was younger. The image of someone fishing paints itself like a memory.
Sanha: I’ve only been to a waterpark once since I was born but it was a lot of fun. I want to go again.
Eunwoo: The sun’s up longer during the summer. It makes me remember how it would still be sunny out even though school has ended and I’m playing soccer. My dad’s really been into hiking lately and I want to tag along too.
MJ: A weather where you have to avoid the sun!  Doesn’t it totally seem like a song title to you? I want to eat watermelon underneath a shady tree.
Rocky: Maybe because I’d sweat more than I usually do but diet is what comes to mind first. Rather than hitting the gym, I want to try a sport that I can enjoy doing so I’m thinking of starting swimming this summer.

Is dieting important even to male idols? Do you regulate your meals as well?
I usually dance intensely so I don’t see the need to purposely go on a diet. When we finish filming for our music videos, I would hear that I’ve unknowingly lost weight.
Moonbin: Before debuting, my diet meals were personally planned and I would have chicken breast and eggs in the mornings. If I’m busy, then it’s one apple. I would eat like that. We’ve decided that we’ll now manage our own selves.
Eunwoo: We don’t pay as much attention to it as girl groups. But even so, we would each put in some care when there’s an important filming and if the other seems like he’s gained weight then we would tell him.

Is there anything after debuting that you want to be better at or something that has attracted your interest?
I think I need to continue studying up foreign languages. When we perform overseas, I think it’s polite that we learn their trendy words, dances, etc.. Because we have to do even better.
Moonbin: Me too! And having stamina is more important that I thought. We were always overflowing with energy pre-debut so I didn’t think there was a need to worry about our stamina but as we continuously carried out promotions, I can feel that my stamina’s deteriorating.
JinJin: I’ve recently developed an interest in fashion. If previously I only stuck to the hip-hop style that I like, then now I’m finding ways to wear clothes that fit my body and physical frame.
MJ: I think managing my stamina and just generally taking care of myself is necessary. I try to eat some nutritional supplements too.
Rocky: Seeing as how I’m a rapper, I’ve been thinking lately about how I should read more books. There’s a limit to how much I can write just using my own experiences. I’m reading and not too long ago, I asked Eunwoo hyung to loan me one of his books. It’s a book called but I’ve yet to start on it.
Sanha: I’m relearning the basics of guitar (playing). I want to be better at it. I also want to show acoustic versions of our songs.

That reminds me, aren’t you having your first solo concert in July? Is there a stage that each of you are dreaming of?
I want to put smile on the faces of fans who are coming to watch our concert. I’m thinking of having a stage with JinJin.
JinJin: I’m going to do it with you (laughs). After debuting, I don’t think I’ve had the chance to really show my rap so I want to show off a dark rap that matches with original hip-hop.
Rocky: I want to show off a dance stage that’s worthy of hearing comments like “legendary” and “the best”. We don’t have that kind of image yet.
Eunwoo: Shall I go home today and upload one? With a title that says “ASTRO’s Legend.”

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One More Night (Derek/Stiles)

Inspired by the lyrics & my Stiles/Derek headcanon here! Teeny Fic #38

We’ve always had time on our sides
But now it’s fading fast
Every second
Every moment
We’ve got to, we’ve gotta make it last

If You Leave by OMD

One More Night. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Derek doesn’t want to fall asleep because he knows Stiles is leaving in the morning

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

When Derek sent Stiles the postcards, it was mostly as a way of keeping in touch with the one person it turned out he wasn’t able to let go. He also knows that Stiles worries about the few people he actually lets in, that he allows to get close to his heart, and, somehow over the time they’ve known each other, Derek’s become one of those people. Sending him postcards just felt like the right thing to do, even if Derek never actually wrote anything on them.

Not until the one three months ago, at least.

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Sweet Dreams (Chapter One)

He sat cradled by two loving arms, his head on her chest listening to the soft thrum of her heartbeat. The first woman he’d ever loved. She sang a soft, gentle song. He never knew of the meaning but it was their song. The one she’d sing to him when he was feeling discouraged. His hands wrapped tight under his body as his mother patted his back and soothed him with her soft voice.

She bathed him in love and the song went in time with her heartbeat. The one he’d connected to in the womb with his sister. There was something about sleeping on his mother’s chest that calmed him and put him right to sleep. It was there he’d like to stay for the rest of his life.

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The Gap

Summary: You are a morning person and Yoongi is definitely not—so for better or worse, something is going to change when fate places your windows less than three meters away from each other.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff, Neighbors AU
Word Count: 2,603
Author’s Note: Inspired by that Friends episode “The One With All The Haste” and the singing man across the way who sang “Morning’s here, sunshine’s here” like clockwork at the crack of dawn.


Most people would describe the morning sunlight as bright, cheerful, endearing, warm, and peaceful, the rays like a stretch of encouragement from the sky. The promise of a new day, a brand new 24 hours to start fresh, make better choices, take initiation, try new thing or explore vast places, go on adventures or be in good company. The options were limitless, as high as the sky that shone above.

Yoongi, however, would describe the morning sunlight like a bucket of ice cold water, a bitter cup of coffee—too sharp, too sudden, ripping him apart from joyous things like sleep or dreams or a warm bed. It jolts him awake, clouds his mind more than clears it. More often than not, he finds himself burying his face into his pillow to muffle his groans, clearly hoping that if he groans loud enough it could turn back time.

But alas, that is not how the universe was created—so it doesn’t do much.

Yoongi supposes that a small percentage of this mindset should be his own fault, his own lack of aspirations making the 24 hours appear so much slower than they are to other people. He has dreams of course, passions that could challenge any other visionary on the street. But the weight of life has caught Yoongi in the stream, dragging him down the current and away from his desire, leaving him on the shore that takes the form of a coffee shop across the way. Albeit, it’s not an entirely bad gig—the tip is good and some of his best friends also work in the corner shop and his boss doesn’t actually treat him like shit. It just doesn’t leave Yoongi satisfied. It eats into his already very thinly veiled patience for the morning.

See the light where the sky meets the sea, and it calls me,” A clear voice rings through the thin window in Yoongi’s bedroom, the consistency and deja vu of the noise leaving a painful reminder in Yoongi’s mind about the time as it groans and throws the blankets over his head.

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JB Imagine - College AU (Part 2)

A/N - Here’s part two! Apologies for the later upload, just had no time to write these past two days but I hope you enjoy regardless~ Let me know what you think of the series so far too. Also, for any of you reading this that live in the London area of the UK, I hope you’re okay and that neither you nor friends & family were injured in the attack. My heart goes out to you all - stay safe!

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Hours later and here you were getting ready to go out with Jackson, JB and their friends. You hadn’t expected to be doing any of the social stuff so early on in university. But it’d be fun to hang out with Jackson again and meet some of his friends. In fact, you were rather excited to see JB again. The two of you had barely talked yet you were so extremely intrigued by him. He just radiated mystery and exuded such a cool but interesting personality. His apparent flirting also had you interested in him. Tonight would help you figure things out with him and might even earn you a few new friends. It’d be nice to get closer to Jackson again and maybe even crash his friendship circle. Although you weren’t overly excited with the idea of Jackson getting completely wasted. Knowing him, the night would probably end in him throwing it all up somewhere in a gutter while he staggered home. Lovely.

Your phone buzzed as Jackson rang and you picked it up, greeting him cheerfully.
“Hello, miss (Y/N). Ready for me to come pick you up?”
“Yep, all ready, Jackson. You know where my flat is, right?”
“Pretty sure I do. Near the Maths building?”
“That’s the one. I’ll wait for you just outside the block so you don’t have to try and navigate the building.”
“Okay, great. We should be there in about 10 minutes so I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
“See you in a bit, Jackson.” Hanging up the phone, you grabbed some heels to go with your outfit. You hadn’t wanted to dress up too much just in case it was more of a casual outing but you still wanted to look good. Finding a purse to match your clothes, you shouted a goodbye to your flatmates and walked down the stairs towards the front of the building. A car pulled up and Jackson rolled the window down to say hi.
“Look at you! Showing us all up here, (Y/N).”
“Well someone’s got to look good so I took it upon myself to be that someone.”
“I can tell. Now get in and meet everyone.”

Climbing into the car, you were saw Jackson sitting in the passenger seat next to JB, who was driving. In the backseats were two boys you hadn’t seen before. They were all smiles as you sat down and said hi.
“I’m Jinyoung, business student.”
“And I’m Bambam, a photography student.”
“Nice to meet you boys. I’m (Y/N) and an English student.”
“Oh we know all about that, JB couldn’t stop talking about you.”
“You trying to ruin my reputation or something, Bambam? Anyway I only mentioned we had a seminar together earlier.”
“You also said that you were sat next to her and thought she was cute,” Jackson teased, laughing at JB. You giggled and pulled your phone out, getting everyone’s numbers so you could all talk again. By the time you had arrived at the club, excitement filled you and your previous apprehension was gone. Tonight was going to be a fun night.

A couple of hours and a few shots later, the fun really began to start. The 5 of you were all dancing together and laughing over the sound of the music. Jackson was already drunk and going crazy while everyone else was just buzzed. You found yourself chatting with Jinyoung the most, already sensing that you’d made a good friend out of him. He had similar interests to you and the both of you had just clicked right from the minute you got into the car. As you both sang together while dancing to the song in the background, you caught eyes with JB who was stood at the bar getting himself another drink. He was staring at you intently, a look of annoyance on his face. ‘Does he not like me or something?’ You thought to yourself, looking away and focusing on dancing. His expression stayed with you though and you couldn’t forget how angry he had looked. His jaw was tight and his eyes were burning holes. It made you a little uncomfortable but also made you really want to walk over to him and just let everything go. Opting to stay put, you carried on dancing with Jinyoung, Bambam lost in the crowd with some girls who thought he was cute. Tonight you were letting your hair down and having fun with no worries or cares about how much you might regret it in the morning. You didn’t have a lecture until the afternoon so who cares, right?

As the night passed and morning came, you woke up feeling a lot better than expected. The predicted headache was nothing more than a slight throbbing in the back of your head but apart from that, you felt great. Because of how late it was, you had ended up crashing at Jackson and Jinyoung’s flat that they shared with one other guy, Mark who you had met briefly the night before. He’d had dark circles under his eyes and a large mug of coffee in hand when the three of you arrived home, Jackson relying on you and Jinyoung to carry him. Mark had been kind enough to lend you some clothes so you wouldn’t be stuck in your outfit all night. Jackson had apparently told him about you and the two of you had stayed up a bit chatting before he went back to his essay that desperately needed writing. Now it was morning and the flat was silent. Getting up, you crept in the direction of Jackson’s room and softly knocked on the door. The sounds of groaning came from inside and you took that as your cue to go in.
“How are you feeling?”
“Awful. I don’t even want to acknowledge that it’s morning.”
“Wow, that bad? Want me to get you some water and pills?”
“More than anything in this world.”
“Coming right up. I can even nip out and grab you the perfect hangover breakfast too, a huge meal from McDonalds.”
“That sounds good. Get whatever as long as it distracts me from the guilt of drinking so much.”
“Sure thing, Jackson,” you said, leaving his room to see Mark now awake.
“Morning, I’m getting Jackson some hangover food from McDonalds, want anything?”
“Just get me the strongest coffee they sell. I’ll need it if I want to stay awake the whole day.”
“Manage to finish the essay?”
“Yeah, it might have been 3am when I finally typed the last word but it’s done and ready to be printed off for my professor today.”
“Good to hear. Although I will admit you don’t look your best.”
“I don’t feel it either. I won’t feel alive until I’ve got coffee running through my veins.”
“Then I better get going. Could you get Jackson some water and pills? I said I’d do it but since I’m popping out, would you mind?”
“Not a problem. Even though I have no sympathy for his hungover ass.”
“Nice to see you care.”
“I’m a very caring person, as you can tell.”
“I can. Back later.”
“See you,” Mark said as you walked out to get the food.

While you were driving, it gave you time to contemplate JB and his actions the previous night. Ever since you had noticed him staring at you when you were dancing with Jinyoung, you had felt like he hated you. He seemed to be ignoring you and doing everything he could to not talk to you which didn’t bode well considering he was in at least one of your seminars. Possibly more since there wasn’t a huge amount of new English students this year. Sighing to yourself, you decided to just let it be. There was no forcing him to like you. There was just hoping he didn’t hate you THAT much.

Scared of losing you

Hello, lovelies! It’s been a while. Hope you guys like this one, I’ve tried my best, of course, with @punkcupcakestyles help! Go over there say hello, cause she has tons of Harry stories (they’re very lovely).

P.S.: This was not proof read. xx

Originally posted by harry-the-stripper

- This one is about Harry’s girl feeling a little threatened and scared of losing him. Plus, Harry’s an art student.


I was sitting on his couch, hugging my legs as my head rested against my knees. The studio apartment was filled with the smell of something spicy and cheesy and I could hear Harry rummaging through the kitchen while I lounged around in his living room.

The place was warm, his soft blankets wrapped around me making me feel cozy as the rain fell outside, patting against the big windows and making the city lights even prettier than they were in the summer. There was something about cold rainy days, the smell of a freshly cooked meal and the assortment of candles Harry always lit ‘round the house that made me feel right at home.

This was my favorite place on earth. It was definitely better than my home during the holidays or the cute little flat I shared with Bruce, my best friend from Uni, and it was because of Harry. From day one, I had felt like something pulled us together, an invisible cord that guided us through life. Wherever he was, that’s where I belonged. The reason was simple, if you ask why, he was the most thriving person I had ever met, there was a never a dull moment, I was alive when I was with him. I was still happy to be by his side.

I couldn’t help but smile when the memories started flooding in, the familiar flat and weather making it too easy to just let my mind wonder down memory lane without much effort.


The first time we kissed, it was winter and I was half naked. Classes were almost over, we just needed to hand in one more project before the winter holidays and we were going to be free for almost a month. I was already done with all of my papers, I had presented my monologue the day before and I could practically call myself an officially free elf, if not for Harry’s project.

The task was easy: he had to turn in a portrait of someone, one that would show his full progress in the semester. I wasn’t really sure of all the techniques he had to apply in the damn thing, I just knew I had agreed to be his muse a month ago and now he needed me for the last part of the project.

It implied us meeting almost every day, which did not bother me at all. It turned out Harry was a perfectionist and he would not settle with anything other than the perfect painting.

That night when I entered his apartment, Harry was already waiting for me and the canvas propped up on a trestle, near the big window that overlooked the city - one of the reasons I loved coming to his flat. All the paint pots and brushes were set up right next to him, as well as the little scenario he had built up a month ago, when we started on the project.

The white chase lounge and the cozy grey blanket were waiting for me by the window and I smiled at him as I took off my shoes by the door and dropped my bag on his couch, standing in front of him as he greeted me.

“I was wondering when you’d get here,” Harry said, and as always his deep voice made chills run down my spine. His eyes were puffy and there were red little creases on his cheek, telling he me hadn’t woken up a long while ago, which of course, made my tummy do back flips.

“I figured you wouldn’t have had dinner yet, so I brought you something to eat,” I shrugged, showing him the little bag from the Japanese restaurant around the corner.

“You’re the best, babe,” he smiled and walked up to me, taking the bag from my hands and hugging me with one arm, a gentle kiss pressed to my temple. My eyes fluttered closed, the smell of his freshly showered skin making me inhale a bit too deeply. I loved the smell of him, ever since the day we met at one of our shared classes, when he approached me to say how much he liked my acting. I had blushed at his compliments and smiled when he said he wanted to see me on stage again. That night, while we all hung out at the bar, I couldn’t keep away from him, diving into an endless conversation that led us to my flat, where we stayed up talking until the early hours of the morning. We were surprised when the sun started shining through my curtains and Bruce, my flat mate and best friend, popped out of nowhere and told Harry to “shut the fuck up and kiss her already, before she starts begging”. It was quite embarrassing to be honest since all his words did was cause me to burn up but Harry brushed it off, pretending it was just morning bad mood. Little did he know I was ready to beg him, on my knees if need be.

If it wasn’t clear before, I’ll tell you now: I had the biggest crush on him, since day one. His goofy smile, paired with his long hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen, got me down on my knees for him, butterflies and all.

When he asked me to be his muse for a project, I almost choked on my spit with how fast I said yes, just so I could spend some time with him outside of Uni. Was I too obvious? Maybe. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him no.
“So, do you have any wine? I think I’m in the mood for a drink,” I said, setting our plates and chopsticks all around his coffee table, the soft music playing in the background getting my attention. My favorite Coldplay song, Us Against The World, made me smile and shake my head. Wasn’t he perfect enough? Did he also have to like one of my favorite bands?

“Here’s your wine, love,” Harry said with his lanky limbs dropping down in front of me and setting two glasses and a bottle of red in front of me. “This one’s a bit sweet, but I think you’ll like it,” He shrugged and poured me a drink.

“It’s ok, anything it’s fine,” I whispered, following his languid movements as he finished pouring himself a bit of the dark red liquid.

We ate in silence; his sporadic moans and the clink of the wine glasses against the glass table the only noises beside the background music and our breathings. I watched him, a bit fascinated with the way the moved, the cute little way he stuck out his tongue before every bite making me swell with fondness over this giant dork. Scared of being caught, I looked away before he could look up, focusing on my sushi when I heard him sigh.

“You’re awfully quiet today, poppet,” he said, his voice low and a bit raspy. We were quiet for a long time now and I just didn’t want to burst the little bubble we were in. Sometimes, being quiet was enough.

“Just enjoying your company. Rainy days always make me a bit contemplative,” I explained, having a sip of the wine and frowning when it was over too soon.

“I like rainy days. They’re perfect for staying at home and watching some movies,” He said and I nodded.

“Let’s get this crackin’ then. I don’t want to be in the way of your plans for too long,” I said, slapping my hands against my thighs and getting up to grab the plates and glasses before I headed to his kitchen.

“I didn’t mean it like that. You cou- you could stay. Keep me company, it’s supposed to get worse outside,” He said, hands hiding in the pockets of his grey sweatpants, the sweater he was wearing hanging loosely against his lean body. I stopped in my tracks, trying to pretend my breath didn’t hitch when he suggested I stayed, and holding my victory dance for later, I nodded slowly.

“I- I’d like that very much, Harry,” I said as I turned to him, a shy smile taking over my lips.

“Well! Let’s get started then!” He clapped his hands, the loud noise making me jump, which caused a giggle to come out of his lips. I slapped his arm and pushed him towards his canvas.

“You’re such a dick,” I huffed. “I’m gonna change, be right back,” I excused myself, going to the back of the flat, his bathroom hidden behind a weird and out of place wall that just didn’t seem supposed to be there.

I loved everything about his flat. How cozy it was, the artsy vibes it had to it and the pretty paintings scattered around his walls. He had an old bathtub, white with golden little details that looked like the ones princesses had in their quarters. I always teased him about it, saying it was too girly for a boy’s flat and he’d roll his eyes, telling me it gave the place “character”.

After I changed into the little set he’d decided he wanted me in, a soft pink lace bodysuit, with a deep v cut neckline, I took a deep breath, letting my hair down and going out again. His place was warm but I still had shivers prickling my skin as I walked back to the living room and set myself on the chase, waiting for him to direct me.

Harry came over and his hands went to my arms, setting me back in the position he’d started painting, with me kneeling in the middle of the little sofa, the blanket strewn around me and my hands resting on my knees while my hair cascaded down my back. I knew it was a simple, almost obligatory touch, but I still had to hold my breath for a while, afraid I was going to squeal or giggle. I looked at him, noticing the seriousness and focus that had taken over his expression and knew it was going to be a boring session, like it was every time he was moody and quiet.

“Are you in the mood to talk today?” I tried, while he fixed a strand of my hair back behind my ear and smiled down at me. He had changed into his painting clothes: an old, soft cotton shirt, with paint stains all over the front and a few holes, but still as cozy as ever and his grey sweatpants.

“With you, I am,” he exclaimed, my tummy filling with wild butterflies that seemed to be battling, while he went back to his stool and I struggled to remain serious as I set my eyes to the view of his window. Damn you, butterflies.

Even though he said he wanted to talk, we stayed in silence for a while. Not talking with Harry was never awkward, because he always made you feel at ease and comfortable around him. It didn’t matter if we talked for hours or if were dead silent all day, it was always great. It was just comfortable, never feeling forced to fill in the silence with weird conversations about the weather or some cousin that was going to get married soon, just to make small talk. It was easy, like waking up on a Sunday morning, with the sun shining through the windows and the tranquility of knowing you don’t have to get up any time soon.

“Did you purposely choose the window ‘cause you know how much I love your view?” I questioned after a while, my eyes roaming over the city lights that flickered outside the big window. It was raining and I knew it was about to get worse outside, but I didn’t care.

“Yeah. I noticed the way you looked at it the first time you came here. I knew you’d have to look at the same spot for a while, so I figured I’d chose something you’d enjoy,” he shrugged in response and I sighed, wanting to get up and hug him. He was so thoughtful sometimes, it made me all gushy about it, the heat finding my cheeks and making it difficult to hold back the smile.

I stopped talking again, the easiness taking over me. A long while went by before I started feeling bored, my eyes a bit heavy with sleep from being silent for so long. I started fidgeting, my fingers reaching for the blanket to play with it as I threw my head back and took a deep breath, moving my shoulders so they wouldn’t be so tense.

“Babe, don’t move, please,” Harry whispered, his green eyes fixing on me from above the canvas, the sound of the strokes of his brush stopping for a moment as he checked my pose.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’m bored!” I exclaimed and my hands went to my face as I threw myself back in the little couch. I heard Harry sigh, the little stool he was on scrapping the floor and making a noise as he came to me.

“Kitten, I promise if you stand still for just a bit more, you won’t have to deal with me for much longer,” He said, offering me his hands to pull me up into my position again. I huffed, my shoulders slumping as I sat up and went back to my pose.

My eyes roamed his figure, his hair tied in a bun that was about to fall out, the paint stains all over his hands and his forearm, the shirt ruined and a brush tucked into his pocket, a drop of paint almost falling on his pants and ruining them forever. I acted before I could stop myself, my hands reaching for the brush and then up, a soft strip of baby pink being sloshed across Harry’s cheek, his wide eyes boring into me as I leaned back down, and my hand going to my mouth to cover my laughter. He was so shocked, it was impossible not to laugh.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he let out with a serious tone on his voice that made me freeze in my spot.

“I- I’m sorry!” I breathed out, my hands going up to his face to clean it, but before I could reach it, he stopped me, his big hands wrapping around my wrists. “Harry, I-” I started but he shook his head no, making me swallow my words.

“You think you’re quite funny. Don’t you, love?” He arched an eyebrow, a mean expression taking over his usually soft features and making me shake a little. “You think you can ruin my work and try to be funny…Well, let’s see if you think this is funny!” Before I could register what was happening, he had me flush against him and his fingers went to my sides so he could start to tickle and pinch me,which made me squeal and laugh, pressing my hands to his chest to try to push him away with little to no success.

“Harry, PLEASE!” I exclaimed and he laughed, his green eyes sparkling as he kept torturing me with his hands.

“Not so funny now, is it?” He asked, smiling and making jump when he tickled me harder.

“Stop, stop, STOP PLEASE!” I screamed and I lunched forward and held on to him, catching my breath when he stopped.

“Only ‘cause you said please,” he laughed and I looked up at him, breathless and with my hair wild, my hands scrunching on his shirt. I didn’t know what came over me in that moment, didn’t know if it was the wine I had earlier or the rush of adrenaline running through my veins, but I leaned in, brushing my lips against his for a second, before pulling away in shame, my face burning.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” I started, frenetically trying to get away from him, but he only pulled me closer, his big hands cupping my face and his soft lips brushing mine, our noses touching before I closed my eyes and melted into him, his lips pressing in an urgent kiss. The tip of his tongue roamed my lips, making me open up to him and letting our tongues play in a languid pace, tasting each other slowly. He bit my bottom lip softly, my breath hitching and my hands running up his shoulders to his hair, as I pulled him closer. His hands were hot on my skin, the strong hold he had on my waist making me feel safe. We kissed like we had all the time in the world, taking a while to pull away. Every time he tried to lean back, I followed, not caring about breathing. I just needed more of him, of his smell, of his taste overwhelming my senses and making me dizzy on him.

“Babe, baby, we need to breathe.” He whispered against my lips, pushing me away lightly. I nodded, my swollen lips open in a harsh breathe and I had a hard time looking at him, embarrassed with how needy I knew I looked. “I’ve been meaning to do that for a long time…” He whispered in my ear, kisses being left on the side of my neck and my shoulder. I gasped when he nibbled on my skin and pulled him closer, turning my head to find his lips again.

“I wish you had done it sooner.” I said, pulling him on top of me, the painting long forgotten.


It was weird, thinking about the early days now that we were a year ahead. We had dated for a few months before he asked me to be his girlfriend and now here we were, 8 months later and I was still as, if not more whipped, than the day I met him.

I listened closely to him on the kitchen and a sigh came out of my lips. Who would’ve thought that, even after a connection like ours, we would be slowly drifting apart? The thought alone made me sniff and close my eyes to stop the swelling tears from spilling out. I didn’t need him to see me crying.

It had started a month or so ago, when Harry showed up with this girl at his place, showing her around as I looked at him stunned.

“Babe, this is Kacey,” he had said cheerfully, with a friendly smile on his face as he introduced me to her. It was one of the things he did, he just had to be nice and make people feel welcome. “She’s my partner for the final project this year!”

I gulped, forcing a smile out and saying a tiny hello. I was definitely jealous, yes, which I hated, it wasn’t a feeling I was even used to, but there was something about the way she looked at him that rubbed me the wrong way.

I noticed the way her face lighted up at the sight of him, it was as if she was staring at the face of the sun. I didn’t blame her, though, I was used to seeing girls swooning over Harry, and usually I didn’t care. At the end of the day, he was with me, in my bed, with my arms wrapped tightly around him and our lips pressed into a warm kiss. He was with me after all and that meant I didn’t have to worry.

That was until she got around. I knew projects took time and effort and sometimes you had to spend hours on end working through the night for it to be finished, but it was so clear that for her, this project was just an opportunity to get closer to him. Harry started drifting away, always too tired, always too busy and that’s how I ended up curled up on his sofa, the fear of him not wanting me anymore weighing heavy in my heart, my stomach in knots as I tried to find a way to put an end to the distance that had placed itself between us.

The storm was brewing up outside, the droplets of water hitting hard against the windows when Harry came to the living room. His eyes were heavy with worry and there was a little line across his forehead as he scrunched up his brows, making me want to smooth my finger over it and wash his worries away. Even with the crushing fear of losing him, I was still head over heels for him.

“What’s gotten into you, baby? You’re so quiet,” he asked, the green of his eyes dulled from his deep thoughts.

“Just thinking,” I murmured and he shook his head, throwing the little towel he had in his hands to the side and kneeling in front of me. For the first time I noticed what he was wearing: the same sweater he was wearing the night we met, the checkered pattern and deep colors, big enough so it would swallow him, his broad shoulders looking even better and some black pants, white socks on his feet and his chocolate curls in a lose bun at the top of his head.

“Doesn’t look like just thinking.” He retorted and I sighed, my eyes drifting away from his face before he could read it all. I was an actress, a good actress but I couldn’t pretend around Harry. I could never fake around him because he always saw right through me.

“I just- I have a lot on my mind.” He let out a breath in defeat, head hanging limply on his shoulders and I felt like crying. I knew he was frustrated with me, I knew I was acting like a child but I just couldn’t avoid the anger, the fear and the jealousy that clouded my judgement.

She had given me a reason to feel like this. It wasn’t unjustified hatred or power play, it wasn’t like I was trying to play the victim. I remembered that night clearly, like it was yesterday because it was still so fresh in my memories.


“H, have you seen my jump-“ I started, entering the flat and finding a mess of paint pots and brushes, Harry sleeping soundly on the couch and Kacey perched up next to him, her head turned to his and her eyes locked on his face. “Hi, what are you still doing here Kacey?” I asked, as casually as possible, not wanting to assume anything.

“Just hanging out, Harry ended up falling asleep and I didn’t have the guts to wake him up. Ended up falling asleep myself.” She shrugged, the dark hair falling from her shoulders as she turned to me.

“Would you like me to call you a cab? It’s late and the streets are dangerous.” I asked, smiling at her and pretending the thought of them alone all this time didn’t bother me one bit.

“I’d like that, thank you.” She said and I nodded, reaching for my phone as I gathered the mess on the coffee table. “You know… you’re really lucky to have him.” She started and I could already feel nothing good would come out of this.

“Yes, I am aware. He’s very good to me.” I said, my voice getting a bit dry as the tension grew thicker on the space around us.

“I always had a crush on him, we went on a date once.” The blood on my veins was boiling before I could realize. “I’ll wait for my chance though, don’t wanna be a homewrecker.”

She was out of the flat before I could react, my face livid with the realization of what she had just confessed, my hands shaking a bit and tears welling up on my eyes.

“Hey love, s’good to see you here.” Harry’s raspy voice made me come back from my state of shock. “What’s with the tears?” He asked, getting up from the couch and coming up to me, his hands cupping my face as a worried look took over his features.

“Just hit my toe on the coffee table, no big deal…” I lied, hiding my face in the crook of his neck and inhaling, my arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him closer to me.

“Baby, are you sure everything is ok?” Harry asked again, trying to pull away to look at me but I held him tighter, the hot tears soaking his shirt.

“I’m ok, just hold me, please.”

That was the moment I realized how scared of losing him, how attached I had grown to him, how deeply in love I was with that boy, that man with the boyish smile and eyes as green as the first traces of nature coming back to life after a rough winter, a green so pure and so bright as the hopes of the new season coming. My heart churned with affection and my tummy swirled with butterflies, my hands tightening around his neck. Oh, I was so screwed.


“I know what will cheer you up, babe. How ‘bout a bath?” Harry asked, his eyes hopeful and a gentle smile on his lips. “Know how much you like baths. I even have some of the bath bombs we bought a while ago.” He offered.

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered with the possibility of being so close to him. We hadn’t been intimate for a while now and I felt scared he wouldn’t see me as he used to, but the prospect of having him close again made me nod my head in agreement. The boyish smile I loved so much graced his face and he leaned in, pecking my nose and getting up, disappearing in the hallway that led to his room and bathroom.

I could hear the water running as he filled the bathtub, his raspy voice humming an old Rolling Stones song, the one he always sang when he was about to get in the shower. It was a habit of his I had picked up on it soon and ended up making a habit of my own. I stayed silent, listening to him belting out the lyrics to Loving Cup. I loved when Harry would sing, his voice making me feel all tingly inside and making a warm feeling pool in my center. Couldn’t deny he sounded sexy and he had the right looks of an old 70’s rock star, the perfect mixture of Mick Jagger’s sexiness with Paul McCartney’s romantic heart. I was a sucker for both, which maybe was why I was so attracted to Harry in the first place. The fact that he was a fan of them himself helped us bond and throughout our relationship, we had many moments that were graced by one of the old rock classics. That was something so us, it made me smile, remembering all of the good times we had together while listening to those songs.

He appeared again, offering me his hand and pulling me up, hugging my waist as I stood up. Harry towered over me, his broad shoulders becoming a support as I wrapped myself around him. I knew I looked like a needy little adolescent but I just missed him. I missed the warmth of his hands on my body, I missed his languid and sweet kisses and his raspy voice in the morning. I missed him.

As we entered the bathroom, Harry closed the door behind us and turned to me. I looked at the steaming water, that looked pink and sparkly and smelled like roses.

“I used that lush bath bomb I know you like. Hope that’s ok.” He whispered in my ear as he hugged me from behind.

“That’s ok, thank you.” I whispered back, turning to give him a peck on the cheek. I could see the little shadow that ran through his eyes when I didn’t reach for his lips, but I chose to ignore it. I didn’t feel close enough to kiss him now, my mind too focused on the words that damn girl had said, nearly a month ago.

We were quiet for a few seconds before his hands reached for the hem of my jumper, pulling it up and making me stretch my arms above my head so he could pull it off. Next was the little white top I had underneath, before he reached for the clasp of my bra, pulling the straps down with a light hand and making me breathe in before he took it off. Harry took a step forward, his hands running down my arms before they reached for my leggings as he planted a soft kiss to my shoulder. I smiled, loving the way he invaded my space and made me feel like I was drowning on him, his smell, his warmth.

He pulled the leggings down, kneeling as he pulled on the fabric, my panties coming down as well. He was being very affectionate, the sweetness in his gestures letting me know he was completely unaware of why I was feeling so down. I could see he was trying to make me feel better, he was making an effort and that meant so much, it made my heart flutter and beat harder on my chest. Harry kissed up my thigh, his hands running up my legs, my stomach, brushing my breasts before he wrapped them around my face and made me look up at him. A shiver ran down my spine, the look in his eyes making me want to run and hide. He looked at me like he did the first time we were together, a certain fascination burning in the emerald green of his orbs, the intensity of it making me shiver all over.

“I missed you,” Harry whispered, his eyes heavy with want and I gasped, feeling my eyes swell with tears. Closing them in order to hide my minor break down, I reached for his sweatpants, taking his focus away from my face and to my hands, that pushed down the black fabric as well as his white boxers. After, I grasped his shirt, pulling it up over his head and letting fall to the floor as I looked at his chest, the ink on his skin even more beautiful now that I hadn’t seen it in a while.

“Miss you too.” I could hear the catch in his breath when he heard me and it made something in my heart hurt. This wasn’t just about me. He was affected by our distance too, I just didn’t realize it before, my jealousy clouding my vision and my thoughts.

Harry didn’t say anything after that. He just moved to the bathtub, getting in first, the scolding water making his pale skin redden immediately. He offered me his hand and helped me get in, pulling me to sit between his legs before I could move away. I relaxed into him, my head leaning back on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around my middle as we settled in. I could feel him kissing up my shoulder, my neck, the scorching heat of the water being nothing compared to the heat of his lips on my skin after so long. He ran his hands over my legs, before he reached for the liquid soap on the side of the tub and squirted a bit on his hand, rubbing them together and started roaming them up my arms, my stomach, cupping my breasts and running up the inside of my thighs. I reached up, my hand going to his neck, under his hair and rubbing the tender skin there, feeling Harry relax against me.

“What’s gotten into you, kitten?” He questioned, worry tainting his voice. “You’re so quiet, so… distant.” He acknowledged and it made me sigh. “Did I do something?”

“It wasn’t you, it’s never you.” I said, before he could think otherwise. I swallowed, the tears already pooling in eyes again before I could even get a word out. “Don’t want you to be mad and to think I’m a jealous bitch or something-“ I started, swallowing a sob and scooting away from him, sitting on the other side of the tub and hiding my face in my hands.

“Kitten, did something happen? I need you t- I need you to talk to me. I’m worried.” He said, his voice sounding hurt and scared.

“It’s jus- that damn girl!” I exclaimed, tired of keeping it to myself, the tears flowing freely now that I started talking. “She told me about how you guys went on a date and how she met you first and it makes me so mad!” Now that I had started, it was like I couldn’t stop. All the built up anger and frustration and jealousy pouring out in waves. “She got to spend time with you, all this months while you two worked in your project and all the while I knew she was just waiting for her chance to be with you again..”

“Kacey?” Harry asked, after a minute of stunned silence. “I had… no idea, she bothered you that much.” He admitted, looking distressed. “If I had known… I wouldn’t have let you distance yourself like this. I just figured you needed some space.”

“She said she’d wait for her chance, to my face. How did you expect me to react?!” I blurted out, my face feeling hot and red with the tears. “All those late nights and jokes you two had, I thought I w-“ I started but a sob rocked my body, making me hide my face before I could continue. “I thought I was losing you. I know you wouldn’t do anything but, God, I was so scared you didn’t want me anymore.”

“Kitten, c’mon. Please, stop crying.” He whispered, his hand wrapping around my wrist and pulling me closer to him. The water sloshed around us, making a mess on the floor but he didn’t seem to care. He pulled me up on his lap, a strong arm around me as the other reached to cup my face. “Kitten, it was one date, ages ago. I never even begin to like her and it was just a coincidence that we got paired up in class. If I had known it bothered you that much, I would’ve done something about it.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” I shook my head, leaning into his touch.

“But at least I could’ve put your worries to rest.” He sounded sad and tired. His eyes looked intently at mine, regret stamped onto his expression. “I need you to know something and-“ He started, pulling me even closer. “I don’t want you think I’m saying this because of all of this, ok?”

I nodded, my stomach doing back flips and my head hurting from all the crying.

“I love you.” Harry said and I felt like all the air had been punched out of my lungs. “I love you and I was waiting because that’s not how I wanted to tell you this but I do and it’s been driving me crazy for months and I-“ I couldn’t wait for him to finish, my hands wrapping around his neck as I pulled him to me, our lips connecting in a harsh kiss. I felt pins prickling my skin, his taste overwhelming my senses and making me dizzy. Kissing him again, for real, after being left with quick pecks and forehead goodbye kisses was like breathing again after being stuck under water for too long.

“I love you too.” I breathed out, breathing in bullets as I tried to recover from the shock.

“Thank God, I was starting to think you didn’t want me anymore, you were so distant.” Harry said, his eyes a bit panicked as he looked at me and pulled me tighter in his embrace.

“Never, no! I could never, I love you, God damn it, I love you!” I whimpered out and leaned in again, catching his lips in another hungry kiss. My hands roamed his chest, tangling in his hair as I pulled on it, my leg hitching over his hip and making us fit together, his hands grabbing me by my hips as tight as he could, sure to leave marks.

It felt like a new fire was started inside me, like I was burning from the inside, the flames consuming my being every time he touched me in a new part of my body or his tongue flicked against mine. I was losing all of my sanity, letting myself be consumed by his taste and his kisses, his hands becoming my personal heaven as they roamed my skin.

“I need you.” I moaned out, the desperate need in my voice enough to make Harry lift up, taking me up with him. We went out of the bathtub, careful not to slip and fall because we could be a bit clumsy when in a hurry. Not caring about the water or the floors, or the sheets, Harry took me in his arms, the feeling of our skin touching without any barrier making me breathe in and smile.

As he laid me down and hovered over me, I looked up into his eyes. After everything we had been through, being like this with him again was like having come back to life, a glass of water after being thirsty in the desert for days on end. I looked at him, taking in his nakedness and the way the ink looked even harsher against his pale skin now that he was wet. My hands roamed the cut of his hips and the soft pudginess of his sides, nails racking the sensitive skin as he took a deep breathe in. Pulling him down by his necklaces that dangled in between us, I wrapped my arms around his body as he bear hugged me, his face hiding on my neck as he breathed me in.

“I missed your smell and your lips,” He whispered to my ear, a sweet kiss being planted on top of my chest, where my heart was beating hard against my ribcage. “I missed you. Don’t ever do this again, Kitten. I can’t be without you.”

I nodded feverishly, running my hands up his arms, to take them around his shoulders and to his neck, and finally tangling my fingers on his hair where I was able to play with the strands, the smell of him clouding my senses.

“I promise I won’t. I was blind and I didn’t want to lose you to h-“ I started, but before I could finish, Harry was cutting me off with a kiss, his tongue dipping in and touching mine softly.

“No more about her,” he whispered against my lips, and I could feel every one of his words as they crashed against my skin. “It doesn’t matter, it was never did and never will,” his words were vehement, and just what I needed to ease up the knot that had formed in my tummy and that was threatening to eat me up. “I want you, I love you.”

With that, he pulled away from me and knelt in front of me, settling between my legs, which went to either side of his body. I looked at him as he took me in, wandering his body over my body and taking his time to look at every corner, nook and cranny of my body, every curve, scar and birth mark. He was learning my body again and I felt like I was on fire. The heat of his gaze was enough to burn down cities and forests and it felt like we were connecting again, after so much time apart. With every second, I felt closer to him, with every brush of his fingers against my thighs, my tummy, I felt as if he was bringing back the intimacy we were lacking before.

“You’re so beautiful. My pretty girl,” he croaked out, his voice burning with want and raspy with arousal and it made the butterflies in my stomach do backflips.

“I’m yours.” I whispered and he nodded, breathing in as he leaned down to hover over me.

“You are. Just mine. My girl.” He whispered in my ear and pressed a kiss to my jaw, going down my neck and stopping at my collarbones, where he sucked harder, making me sigh. I knew he was leaving his mark, just the way he liked it.

His kisses didn’t stop, in fact, they became more frequent and I felt like he was trying to map out my body with his lips. Not a bit of skin was left untouched and as he reached my center, I felt like I was ready to melt. He kissed my hips, down my navel until he reached my slit.

With his hands on both of my thighs, he opened me up slowly and eyed between my legs. The look on his eyes, as he scooted down and leveled with my center made me shudder, preparing myself for whatever he wanted to do. Kissing both of my thighs, Harry leaned in, his tongue running up my slit in a slow motion, from top to bottom then up again before he closed his lips around my clit, sucking lightly and making me breathe out a moan.

“I missed your taste…” He moaned out, opening me up with two fingers and circling my entrance with his tongue. I gasped at the feeling of it as it dipped in, clutching the sheets between my fingers as he moved it slowly, almost in circular motions that pressed to my walls, to quickly pull it out as his eyes glinted mischievously.

I looked at him, unable to tear my eyes from the dark green of his eyes, where the pupil had blown out in pure lust. I saw him rubbing circles on my clit and moving his tongue slowly from my entrance, steady little movements that would reached up to my clit and press to it in a kiss before he was going down again. I mewled, asking for more before I could stop myself and he chuckled in response, adding the cold feeling of his fingers as a single one entered me, at the same time his lips finally wrapped around my clit, sucking lightly on it as I felt the sharp thrust of his hand exploring me.

“Harry, pl-please” I begged, rolling my hips up so I could meet his mouth.

“Please what, kitten?” He asked, his green eyes locked into mine, the intensity of his gaze letting me know I’d have to say whatever it was he had on his mind.

“Please, pl-please. I need more.” I asked, letting out a strangled and frustrated huff when he pulled his finger out and looked at me with more than satisfaction. He was enjoying it, every bit of it, every beg and every shallow breath, he loved it was because of him.

“More of what?” he asked. “This?” His tongue pressed flat to my slit and I arch my back as I felt every ridge and bump of it going slowly up, plump wet lips pulling on my clit as the vibration of his voice set on. “Or is it this?” he asked curiously, letting his tongue curled around the little bud before he drew a simple and perfect 8 figure on it with his tip, the movement sending shivers up my spine and causing a stifled moan to burst out as he did it once more, playing slowly with it until it throbbed and he trapped it again between his lips.

“Yes, yes, this. All of it.” I moaned loud when two of his fingers once again pressed to my entrance, the palm of his hand facing up as he slowly let them in and he started to thrust them, making me squirm as his tongue lapped quickly on my clit.

“You’re so wet for me, kitten. Such a good girl for me,” he whispered in a hoarse, the warmth of his breath making the little hairs on the nape of my neck raise up, and my skin burn as he pressed his lips to the inner of one of my thighs, where he sucked and nipped until I couldn’t hold it anymore and I found myself pushing my hips down for him to pay attention to them. “You taste so sweet…” It was all I could hear before he dipped back in. This time, there was no mercy, he licked and sucked, every one of his movements sending a wave of currents up to my tummy, where they pooled in a heated tension that made my whole body quiver. His hands went to the back of my thighs, pressing his fingers to my skin to push me closer to him.

“Harry, I’m- baby, I’m gonna-“ I didn’t know it would happen so fast, but my body was already in flames. His lips closed around my clit and sucking hard, he looked up at me as I succumbed to the fire that ran up my skin, moving his fingers even faster as I screamed out his name. I curled my fingers around his hair and pulled on it while I felt control slip down my fingers. My hips rocked up and down, and with every movement, I felt Harry’s tongue sliding down, grunting as he threw his arm around my waist and pulled me down to the bed. As if to show me who was the boss, he went even harder and his fingers became sharper, rubbing on my spongy walls after every thrust. It was all too much, deliriously good and I couldn’t handle it. Before I could even realize, my legs were shutting around his head, keeping him against me. “Oh, damn, Harry, aah!” I exclaimed when he pumped harder, going for all I had.

I felt like I could breathe again when he stopped, his hands pressing to my legs to push them apart and allow him to sit up between them. I saw him take his fingers to him mouth and pop them in, so he could lick them clean like they were a dessert. The vision too much for me to handle, it got my legs shaking again and my poor mouth watering, so I sat up and crawled to him, locking our lips in a kiss that had me in shambles. Having him tasting like me, as he licked into my mouth like he was hungry and couldn’t get enough, was enough to make me moan or maybe the almost animalistic sound was because his fingers were running down to my center again to let him play around with my clit.

“You, I wanna taste you…” I breathed out, rolling my hips against his hand and pulling his hair. I’d never get enough of his lips and his kisses. They were slow but strong, sensual but sweet, like he was drinking me in and hypnotizing me.

“Later, Baby. I want you now,” He shook his head and I whined, begging before I could stop myself.

“Please, I miss it. Let me just have a taste,” I asked and he groaned, pulling me to his lap in a swift movement. I smiled at this, crawling up on the bed until I was settled on my knees and was able to grab him in my trembling fingers. I held him up, licking up my lips before I brushed them over his glistening tip. It tasted just a bit salty and a lot sweeter than I remembered and I let my tongue rub over it before I let them in, lips sucking on it like a lollipop, while I looked at him. I was being deliberately slow, letting him enjoy it the way I licked and taste, kissed and sucked on him. I knew it drove him crazy and I wanted him to be crazy about me.  

“Fuck, kitten.” He let out, his hands going to his face to rub at it. He did that when he wanted to reign himself in, control the need that burned on his belly. He was hard, the head pink, pre-come dripping from the tip and I deep hiss echoed in the rooms when my fingers grazed over the balls, carefully moving up his shaft until it met my lips and I pulled away to stroke him completely. It wasn’t supposed to be pretty or nice, but Harry had the most perfect cock I had ever seen. The smooth skin, the pink and shiny head, long and thick, just thinking about it made my mouth water. “I love your pretty little mouth, f-fuck me.” He moaned, breathing out harshly.

Leaning in again, I took him in my mouth, pressing my tongue flat against his shaft as I let him slide all the way in and then, pulling him slowly and sucking on his tip before I did it all over again. My hand never stopped moving, pumping his fast as I focused on the tip and teased his slit to then run down my tongue down his shaft and sucked on his balls. His taste was heavy and overwhelming and I sighed deeply as I went a little faster, letting my tongue swirl against his skin. I was about to begin all over again when he sat up and he tangled his fingers on my hair, pulling me up carefully to look at me with a deep frown set between his brows.

“That’s enough, love.”

My knees were wobbly went I got up and I was almost thankful when Harry made me lie down again. Planting a kiss on both my knees, he smiled. “Open up for me, kitten. Need to see you.”

I groaned as I spread my legs further, looking at him as he smiled, lining himself to my entrance and pressing in. The feeling of his cock stretching me up, the pain and the pleasure made a shiver run down my body, making me shake and whine his name, clutching the sheets on my sides.

“God damn it, you’re so tight…” Harry groaned, his eyes closing around the feeling as he leaned forward and thrust deeper, a gasp catching in my throat. “So warm and wet for me, you’re perfect for me kitten, perfect- fuck, fuck me.” He moaned, teeth biting onto my shoulder lightly.

“Harry, move, please move, I need you t-“ I let out and he thrust once, a grunt coming out of his lips in time with mine.

He moved slow as he kissed my lips, swallowing the noises we both made and connecting every broken piece of me back together again. It felt like we were the same person, glued together and connected, the same breath and heartbeat.

I opened my mouth without making any sound, looking at him as that feeling settled again in my tummy, wanting his closer, deeper, harder. I pressed my legs around him and I pushed him down to me, so I could kiss him and feel him completely. I loved that he was making love to me, showing me just how much he missed me, missed us, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more, I needed all of him.

“Harry, more. I need more.” I whispered to his ear, biting his lobe softly and he shuddered and leaned, kneeling between my legs. Without saying a word, he pushed my legs up towards my chest, using one hand to hold them still and the other to line himself to me, and thrust down and straight to my spot, hitting it once, twice, over and over, his speed building up with time. “Fuck baby, fucking hell, I can feel you everywhere, damn it.” I exclaimed, my voice hoarse with the moans and the grunts. The feeling was almost unbelievable, he filled me up and I was almost delirious for him, letting my hands roll to the back of my head.

My legs were trembling as he continued and all I could hear were the worked up moans he was letting out. I pressed my hand to his chest and I scratched on his skin, taking my opportunity as he slowed down to push him off to the bed and roll over him.

I sat astride him, I smirked, letting my hand run down his bare skin before I wrapped my fingers around his cock and lined him up to sink down on it. Harry groaned, his hands grasping my hips with force. When he was fully in, I could feel my walls throbbing around him as I clenched, feeling completely full and out of my mind, drunk on him.

I moved in wave like motions, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone and supporting myself on his chest, my nails scratching the skin. I was feeling dizzy and weak but the coil in my belly swelled up and burned, the need to let go too strong but I didn’t want to stop just yet. I needed to see him lose his mind because of me, just like I did for him every time. Harry sat up, his arms wrapping around my body, lips sucking one of my nipples into his warm mouth before he cupped the other, pinching the hardened nub and making me roll my hips faster and harder against him.

“Look at you, so good for me. So pretty sitting on my cock, kitten.” He whispered against my skin, biting on my neck and sucking another mark, his hands rolling my hips faster.

I was already shaking, out of breath and with tears swelling in my eyes, the balloon inside me ready to pop and too strong to ignore. I knew he could feel it, the way he looked at me told me he knew I was about to crash and burn within him. He reached down, thumb pressing to my clit, and he pulled me to a kiss, his tongue licking into my mouth as I chanted his name, mixed with pleas and moans.

“You’re gonna cum for me, baby girl?” He asked and I wrapped my arms around his neck, hiding my face on the crook of his neck and breathing out a cry.

“Not yet.” I denied, but it was futile to fight against my body. I knew it was coming, but I was trying my hardest to hold it in.

“C’mon kitten, I wanna see you cum on my cock.” He asked and I shook my head no, moving faster and clenching around him. “Fuck, that’s it baby. I can feel how full you are, ready to burst…”

Without letting me say as much as word in, he turned us around, plunging down and pumping, hitting my spot precisely with every thrust and making me scream out, the balloon bursting and making me see white, as I shook on his arms. He was shaking, his breathing harsh and his grunts louder as he kept going, before I felt him fill me up, coming in hot spurts and coating my insides, making me shake again.

My thighs were trembling, my vision blurry and my lungs aching for air as Harry kissed up my torso, pulling out and making me whine, missing the feeling of him. He kissed my lips, pink lips and all, teeth biting my bottom lip and pulling, eyes lulled with tiredness and a flush to his cheeks and chest.

“I love you.” He said it again, the feeling burning in his eyes and making me tear up.

“I love you too.” I nodded, cuddling up to his side, kissing his chest and hiding my face on the crook of his neck.

“I think” He was panting, but kept talking anyway. “In light of this events, it’s time you move in with me. Don’t you?” He asked.

My heart almost jumped out my throat but I kept still, by his side, my hand going up his neck and tangling in his sweaty curls. I leaned up, locking my eyes with his and smiled, kissing the tip of his nose before licking our lips.

“Anything you want…”


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Rain Will Make the Flowers Grow (Luke Hemmings Imagine)

Summary:  Y/N passed away, and Luke can’t cope with the loss of the love of his life.  But there was this saying Y/N would say “The rain will make the flowers grow” from her favorite show Les Miserables.  Luke never got the meaning of it until she was gone.

Requested: no

Warnings: grieving, death, loss, depression

A/N:  I’ve been listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack the past few days and I can not stop listening to “Little Fall of Rain”.  It’s so beautiful and heart breaking, and I just fell in love with the words Eponine would use “The rain will make the flowers grow.”    This is not edited, I apologize! I hope you enjoy.  Requests are open on my blog!  Also feel free to stop by and talk to me if you’d like! :)

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

“The Rain Will Make the Flowers Grow”

Luke’s POV

It has been one year, 3 months, and nine days since the worst day of my life.  I remember getting a call from Y/N’s mother saying she collapsed and died unexpectedly and there was nothing anyone could do.  The hours before getting the phone call had been normal.  Y/N would always wake up before me, shower, prepare breakfast, make coffee, and I would always wake up around the time she was getting ready to leave.  

It was a routine.  I loved that routine.  I would sit down at the counter while she sat across from me and we would eat a quick breakfast together before she had to go.  We would talk about what was happening in the day ahead, and when we would both would get home, what was for dinner that night, you know, that normal stuff.  You never realize how amazing the “normal stuff” can be until it’s gone.  Something so simple as a cup coffee every morning, or little conversations.

She left for classes, and she kissed me before she left.  She texted me after her first class telling me she was heading to the gym then, and that she would meet me for lunch at the café close to campus.  I remember waiting there, and getting an uneasy feeling when she was late.  She was never late.  And then, I got the call.  In the very moment, it felt as if someone had ripped my heart out and stomped on my chest.  I couldn’t breathe,  I couldn’t cry, I was just frozen.

When the funeral came around, everyone kept telling me that time will heal the wounds.  Time has done nothing for me.  I still feel pain, everyday.  I wake up alone, I eat breakfast alone, I am alone all the time.  My whole life has changed.  She was my life.  

As I was cleaning out our apartment I was going through all of her stuff.  My family and hers thought it would be healthy for me to move back home, and not be surrounded by things that will remind me of her everyday.  As I was cleaning out, I was going through all of her old magazine she would read.  I remember she would put mini sticky notes on certain pages.  And that was when I remembered her dream for us.  She wanted us to live in a small, quaint house with a white fence on the outside of it, with a garden.  She loved flowers.

When I told my parents of me planning on buying a house exactly like that, they thought I was crazy.  Maybe I was, but I was determined to find it.  It felt like decades, but I found a house that she would have loved.  I painted the house white, and painted the door red, just like she wanted.  I built a fence on the outside of the house, and painted it white also.

I went to the local stores and showed the workers there the magazine pages with the flowers that she wanted, bought the seeds, and went home and started planting.  I put the seeds in a pattern so that they were in the color order like she wanted them.  Then it was waiting time.  I went out everyday and watered them.  I planted them so they would be in the direction of the sun, but nothing seemed to work, the flowers just wouldn’t grow.

“I was so frustrated, so I came here to relax and talk to you.”  I say to her gravestone.  “You’d love the house.  The kitchen is big enough to bake all the cookies and cupcakes you want.”  I say laughing.  I then start to laugh really hard, so hard, that I begin crying.  I start crying so hard that I can’t stop.  

I sit on the bench with my head in my hands, and just have a long cry.  As my head is down, I feel prickles of rain drops hit my back.  I didn’t even care at that point.  

“I miss you so much.”  I choke out.  “They say time heals, but you have not left my mind since the day I met you.  How can I forget the love of my life?”

“I should stop crying.”  I say rubbing my eyes. “Because we both know that if I am crying, then you are crying, and we don’t want that.”  

I stand up from the bench, and place the flowers on her gravestone, and I drive back to the apartment.  When I am back at the apartment, I play guitar lightly to the sound of the rain outside.  After strumming random chords for about a half an hour, I decide that it’s been a long day and I head off to bed.

When I wake up, I don’t have the feeling of loneliness that I have woken up to feel everyday.  I make a cup of coffee, and eat a proper breakfast, which I haven’t had in a long time.  I turn on a playlist that I made for Y/N a few years ago for her birthday, and decide to eat breakfast outside on the porch, because the sun is shining, and it looks beautiful.  When I step outside, I see the flowers starting to bloom in the garden.  I almost cry with happiness, “Rain will make the flowers grow”  I hear in the background.  That was Y/N’s favorite line of the song.  It always stuck with her, she was the most optimistic person I knew.  I never had understood that line, until today.  

A/N:  I know this is short, but I just thought of it and thought I’d post it, it may not be my best work, but I just liked the idea, and thought to just get it down.  Requests are open on my blog!

dachi-chan25  asked:

Hi! Fellow Bughead shipper here, is it okay to send a quote as a prompt?? If So here's my prompt “And she finds it difficult to believe — that a person would love her even when she isn’t trying. Trying to figure out what other people need, trying to be worthy.”— Margaret Atwood (OMG Bughead is taking over my life too!!!)

Yes! Thank you! Oh my god this ship is too much for me, and there’s only been two episodes! This quote is perfect, I sort of turned this into a situation where Betty is doing everything for everyone else other than herself and Jughead is the only one who notices.

Also, I am apparently incapable of writing anything short…so here it is!

“Hey Betty” Jughead greeted her as she walked past his locker. Betty paused just long enough to throw him a brilliant smile over her shoulder.

“Hey Juggie! Sorry I’ve got to go, I promised Archie that I’d listen to his new song before school.” She was already halfway down the hall before she had finished speaking. Jughead smiled to himself and shook his head, that girl was always moving, always doing things for others. Jughead wondered if she ever did anything for herself.

Jughead made his way to the table where Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin were sitting for lunch. He plopped down next to Archie who looked up from his guitar and gave Jughead a smile.

“Sounds good man” Jughead said, returning the smile.

“Thanks, Betty gave me some really good advice about the lyrics this morning.” Archie smiled and turned back to his guitar. Jughead shifted his attention to Betty. She and Veronica were sitting with their heads bent over a history textbook. Betty seemed to be explaining something to Veronica.

“What are you two up to?” Jughead asked

“Betty’s helping me review for this history test I have last period. I was freaking out about it and she offered to help me. Thank god I have this girl in my life.”

“It’s no problem really.” Betty said blushing “I’m good at history”. The two went back to their studying and Jughead dug into his food. When the period ended, Betty and Veronica were the first ones to leave. Jughead noticed that Betty had barely touched her food, she had been so dedicated to reviewing with Ronnie.

“Hey, Betts, you wanna go to Pop’s? Get a couple burgers and shakes?” Jughead asked when he caught up to Betty after school. He figured she must be hungry since she had nothing to eat at lunch.

“Oh, Jughead I wish I could. Kevin just texted me, he is having difficulty figuring out what is going on with Moose so I said I’d come over and talk it out with him. But rain check okay?” Betty sqeezed his arm and started to walk away, but Jughead caught up to her and hooked her arm in his.

“Let me walk you there” He said, he wanted time to talk about Betty. He was worried about her. He was worried that she was doing too much for everyone else and not enough for her.

“Jughead that’s so sweet of you. You don’t need to do that.” Betty said, but made no attempt to remove her arm from his as they walked.

“Oh it’s purely selfish. There is a killer on the lose and I want you to protect me.” Jughead said with a smile and was rewarded by her laugh. “Betty, can I ask you something?”

“Of course Juggie.”

“What do you like to do for fun. I mean what do you enjoying doing for yourself?” Jughead mentally kicked himself for his lack of tact. Betty stopped walking to look up at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you are always doing things for other people. What do you do for yourself?”

“I joined cheerleading…” Betty said and resumed walking

“Anything else?” Jughead’s question was met by silence. He didn’t want to push her, so he questioned no further. When they reached Kevin’s house Betty turned to face him.

“I like helping my friends. I enjoy being there for them. That is what I do for myself.”

“Okay Betty” Jughead said with a nod. Betty leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks for walking with me”

It was late. Jughead was just about to pack it in and head home when the door of Pop’s burst open. A very upset Betty stormed in and made her way over to Jughead. She sat across from him and leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Jughead knew she would talk when she wanted to, so he went back to writing, or at least pretended to.

“You’re right” Betty huffed, breaking the silence

“I’m right about a great many things, you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” Jughead closed his laptop and looked curiously at Betty.

“I am a people pleaser, I always have been. I enjoy helping people, I really do, but sometimes I end up bending over backward trying to help them. I guess I’m just afraid that if I stop being so nice all the time then…” Betty cut off, biting her lip.

“You’re afraid that if you put yourself first every once in a while than people will stop liking you?” Jughead guessed, raising his eyebrows. 

“It sounds silly when you say it, especially since you could give a damn about what people think of you.” Betty’s voice was light, showing him that she was kidding, but there was a hint of jealousy that was real.

“What happened?”

“My mom, she doesn’t like my friends, she doesn’t like my extracurriculars, I can’t seem to do anything right. What you said to me earlier today stuck in my head and I realized that I’ve been trying so hard to please her, but nothing ever does. So maybe I should just focus on what pleases me.” Betty spoke the words firmly, but there was a fear in her eyes.

“I think you should”

“But what if she never forgives me. Or what if Archie or Veronica or Kevin get mad at me for not helping them? I can’t stand for them to be upset with me.” Betty’s green eyes filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, none of that now.” Jughead said alarmed. “Look, the people who really care about you, they aren’t going to mind if you take some time to yourself. They won’t blame you, they won’t be mad at you, they will keep on loving you. Look at me, I have never once asked you for anything, because I don’t need you helping me or always putting me first for me to love you. Archie and Veronica and everyone else will feel the same way.”

“Juggie…” Betty was looking at him intently

“I’m serious Betts, you don’t need to bend over backward for people to love you.”

“Jughead…did you just say that you love me?” Betty asked with wide eyes

“I did, and I do Betty, I love you just the way you are. And so does everyone else.”

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“The tattoo of the anchor with a compass” soulmate AU

SOULMATE AU SERIES // Title: “The tattoo of the anchor with a compass”
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Prompts: SOULMATE AU Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate AND Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts.

Requested by: @coldplaylover2009 (gave me the idea of making my soulmate Bucky thing into a Series thing so here it is, thanks love!)

Word count: 1695 (I’m not even sorry because i’m not doing a second part)

Warnings: Some language as usual and hey it’s fluff a warning? I always ask that.

A/N: I’m 100% Steve Rogers trash after writing this piece. Also, remember that feedback is always appreciated. Smooches to you all 

Bucky’s Part.  || Pietro’s Part || MASTERLIST

|| I don’t own Steve Rogers AKA Captain America or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

Back in the 40’s Steve Rogers never, not even once felt that voice in his head, that one that everyone was talking about. His best friend Bucky Barnes was just like him so he thought that maybe they weren’t destined to have a soulmate, like if that was even possible.

When he met Peggy Carter he felt love, but it wasn’t the same. They did have similar tattoos but never colored, and the voice in his head was nowhere to be heard.

By the time he woke up from the ice the first thing that he noticed was that his anchor with a compass tattoo was still uncolored.

But when he started to go out for a run to be able to be back on the field he felt something different, a low humming on the back of his mind. A melody that he never heard before, and a female voice that made him stop his run and he just stood there, listening to his mind.

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What You Do To Me part I (Park Chanyeol x Reader)

*This is my very first time writing! I hate reading and literature but I was just feeling it so why not? Please read and give me tips and advice. I’d like to turn this into a series. Please reblog and like so I know I’m doing well 💖 enjoy!

Description: What happens when you’re a 21 year old bag designer and meet Park Chanyeol who you’ve been stanning your whole life at Fashion Week?

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1864

Shuffling in my comforter on my king-sized bed while my alarm went off, I let out a groan. I reached over to my phone on the left nightstand and my hand just happened to miss it pushing it right off onto the marble floors of my apartment. The alarm was still going off and I let out another groan as I prayed that nothing had cracked. I manage to slide out of the comfy sheets and grab the device from the ground to shut off the loud morning call. The sun had barely risen, so why was I up so early? As much as I wanted to spend another 15 minutes in bed, I knew I couldn’t. Today was an important day for me and my career. I looked over to my right nightstand and saw a small envelope decorated with gold leaf and vintage flowers. I pulled out the piece of cardstock from it and in bold letters it read, “You have been invited to the S/S 2017-2018 CHANEL Show @ New York Fashion Week.” It had more information regarding the event and featured designers. I read every single word until something caught my eyes. At the bottom of the invitation I read, “Seat: A116”. Row A. I was going to sit in Row A of Section 1 in seat 16. Only the best of the best in this industry were seated here. This was the section where top bloggers, top designers, and top celebrities chilled as mannequin-like figures strut down the runway. I had only turned 21 about three weeks ago, so how did someone as young as me get one of the best seats at Fashion Week?


“Designer y/n will be the Hottest Handbag Designer of 2017”, I read off the article in excitement as all my friends and families congratulated me. I never went to design school or took professional lessons, but I had made a successful debut as a handbag designer. My aesthetics were appealing to many people. It was the perfect mix of hard and soft, feminine and edgy, cool and dark. Everyone loved it. This included Beyonce. My work was beautiful and modern. Beyonce tweeted my work and even asked for a handbag for herself, which I definitely did not refuse. Ever since then, I’ve been blowing up as the next big thing of 2017.

This was my first appearance at a major event. My work was being recognized and I deserved a spot here. I would be able to make create so many connections and opportunities for myself in this industry. Focusing back to my first priority, which was to make yourself a nice warm cup of green tea, I put down the invitation and scrambled out of the bedroom. Quickly starting up the water on the stove, I ran to wash my face and brush my teeth. After, I came back to finish making my cup of tea and headed back to my bedroom. I sat down at my vanity and wondered how I was going to do my makeup. Feathery brows and a dewy base was the trend so I decided on that. Before I started, I pulled the curtains away so I could do my makeup in natural lighting. I had bad experiences with looking too orange after doing my face in bad lighting. As I did my makeup, I listened to whatever was playing on my favorite station on Spotify, which was in no doubt, EXO. I was the biggest fan of them, especially Chanyeol. I admired how talented he was. I mean, SM though, right? Right when I was about to attempt Chen’s highnote in Monster, the music stopped. My phone rang in the familiar ringtone of EXO’s debut song and I picked up. It was my best friend, f/n. “Hey! Did you hear?” she exclaimed. “No, what? Why are you so excited so early?” - “I just heard something and you won’t believe it” - “okay, and?” I replied with confusion. “Okay so you know my friend Marco. He works with the organizers of Fashion Week and gave me a peek at the guest list in your section. Oh my god I’m going to die. EXO is seated right next to you in seats A117-A120.” I couldn’t believe it. EXO, who I had been following from the very beginning in 2012 was going to be at Fashion Week. Seated right next to me. How was this possible? I was honestly going to lose your shit. Just how was I going to introduce myself and act? Am I gonna be lame and ask for an autograph and picture. That’s not lame, is it? Too many thoughts were running through my mind at the moment and found everything hard to process right now. I finished the call with f/n and finished my makeup as calmly as possible. 5 minutes later, I still haven’t calmed down my shit yet. Well, a little bit. I pulled out an outfit from my closet. It was a ruffled blouse in the color of crimson. Along with it, was a pair of flared culottes that defined my waist in a beautiful nude color. It was the perfect length for my petite body that stood at 5’0”. I quickly styled my hair into loose waves that framed my face perfectly. Time was passing quicker than I remembered so I packed my little nude clutch, threw on my outfit, a pair of single-strap heels and I was out the door.

Thank god I lived in the Big Apple because 5 minutes after i arrived, lines got real long. I showed my invitation to the two overly buff men at the entrance and entered the venue. It was nothing like I’ve ever seen before. It was dim and there were people from all industries. Oh yeah, celebrities. Celebrities were EVERYWHERE. EXO was nowhere to be seen (yet) so I managed to stay calm. It was awkward not having anyone I know to keep me company considering I was new to this world. I stood in the corner like a plant not knowing what to do. I checked my phone and it displayed “12:46 PM.” The show didn’t start until one so I was stuck with no one to talk to for the next 14 minutes. But that was a lie. A lady who looked in her early 30’s came towards me. She was chic and had a perky personality. She introduced herself as a journalist from Vogue and wanted to interview me. I was more than happy to and answered all her questions perfectly. It was just the right timing because the show was going to start any minute now. I shuffled around to my spot and man, I felt incredible. Front row seats, where I would get the best view. I was on top of the world, until I saw a large shadow overcast me. The large figure took a seat and I recognized who it was right away. EXO. EXO was seated right next to me. In fact, Park Chanyeol was seated right next to me. I might’ve stared for too long because Chanyeol turned to greet me. I greeted back and tried to focus on the show. My face was growing as red as my blouse. Was Chanyeol going to notice? Oh god, he smells wonderful. He was so close to me, I knew I was going to lose my shit. But i’m an adult, so I didn’t. The show started and I was able to relax more into my seat. I totally had forgotten about the beautiful being that was seated next to me. I enjoyed all collections that came out on that runway and I knew I was going to be invited to more shows. At the end, everyone stood and applaud the closing. It took about five minutes for everyone to settle down and continue on with whatever they planned to do for the rest of the day. EXO was getting up from their seats and greeting people. Are they going to leave? Am I going to ask for a picture? Should I just introduce myself? I couldn’t make up my mind as my phone suddenly rang. Oh my god, Mama was playing from my phone right now. And I was too shock to turn it off. Chanyeol immediately turned to me hearing the familiar song. He gives me probably the most angelic smile I’ve ever seen and he was hella tall. He towered over me but I didn’t look like a midget thanks to my 4-inch heels. The only thing I could say was “It’s my ringtone”. Of course I stuttered it, but it came out in korean so that was a plus. “You speak korean?” Chanyeol asks. I thank the lord for letting me study korean because they were finally coming into use. I answer shyly yes and Chanyeol was more than excited to talk to me. “A-ah Annyeonghaseyo. My name is y/n. I’m a handbag designer.” Unconsciously, I hand him my business card. He takes it from my fingers and says, “Ah! I’ve heard about you. I’m a fan. It’s amazing how far you’ve come considering your age.” He just said he was my fan “I’m a huge fan of you too! You have no idea how long I’ve been following you gu-” I cut myself off, too embarrassed to continue. Now, my face was really blowing up. Chanyeol lets out a small laugh. He leads a small talk with me until one of the other members nudge him that they must leave now. “How long are you guys staying?” I quickly asked. Chanyeol replied, “We’re leaving tonight. But please come to Korea and watch our shows sometime!” I gladly nod and wave goodbye to him. I guess he wasn’t expecting just a wave because he came in to give me a light hug. And like that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving me stranded in row A of Section 1 with my fastly beating heart.


Resting on the couch, I scrolled through all the articles about me at Fashion Week. There were tons of them. Apparently, I had been one of the favorite outfits of the bloggers. A plus for that! As much fun as the show was, I couldn’t forget about Chanyeol. Why would he hug me when he barely knew me? Wouldn’t all the other fans come after me if they knew? I was more than familiar with this crazy fandom and there are some crazy lunatics. But still. Why didn’t he just settle with a wave? Are koreans that open? I thought they didn’t like skinship. Once again, my heart was beating extremely quick. I decide to close my eyes and rest my mind. Not even 20 seconds had pass when I get an instagram notification. I look at the screen and my jaw dropped wide open. “(y/insta/n): real_pcy liked your photo” I was losing brain cells because this wasn’t being processed into my mind either. My phone dings again with another notification. “(y/insta/n): real_pcy sent you a message” And I lost my shit again.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Just Another Day in Paradise

PAIRING: Phan (Phil / Dan)
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: pre-smut, mentions of sex, but no sex, cute parent!phan stuffs, mpreg 
SUMMARY: songfic based off of Just Another Day in Paradise by Phil Vassar
AUTHORS NOTE: I thought dan and phil having their own kids instead of adoption would be cool. Also yes this is a country song.


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@nikidon and it continues… so here. Have a “hi i got sexiled by my roommate and you found me in the hall…can i stay over?” drabble. I hope you like!! 

There’s a boy in the hallway when Leo walks out.

He’s curled up against the wall, a rolled-up sleeping bag thrown over him and his face pressed into a stuffed teddy bear. Leo coughs quietly to see if he’s awake, and it turns out he isn’t- he lifts his head and blinks up at Leo in a disoriented fashion, like Leo might be part of a dream.

There’s something familiar about him in a friend-of-my-friend kind of way, but Leo can’t remember his name to save his life. The boy starts, his eyes widening into the distinct shape of a college-kid terror.

“I’m sorry!” he squeaks.

“What? No, don’t apologize,” Leo says, confused. He usually doesn’t cause this kind of reaction… maybe it was because the boy had been asleep. “What are you sorry for?“

The boy loosens, the tense line of his back softening into a relieved curve. "Oh, I thought you were an RA for a second,” he admits. “I don’t know if doing this is against the rules…”

"I wouldn’t rat you out even if it was,” Leo says easily. “Anyway, what’s your name?”

“Guang-Hong. It’s okay if you mispronounce it.”

At this, Leo promises himself to conquer the non-English syllables even if it kills him. He sits down next to Guang-Hong, leaning against the wall with his arms hugging his knees. It’s not the most conventional way to meet someone, but Leo’s always liked making friends.

“You’re Leo, right? My roommate’s boyfriend’s roommate?”

Leo double takes; that’s a pretty long chain. “Yeah. So, why are you out here?”

“Take a wild guess,” Guang-Hong deadpans, clearly tired.


“I’m your roommate’s boyfriend’s roommate,” he says with a meaningful look, and Leo feels the pieces of the puzzle click into place.

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Soulmates (1/2)

Group: Bangtan Boys (BTS)

Pairing: Yoonmin

Type: Slight Angst/Kinda Fluff

Description: Soulmate Tattoos are common place, even though there are still the select few whom never find the face to go with the name on their wrist. And there are even fewer who are born without names at all; those are the ones that try to avoid love at all costs.

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DAY6 Imagines: Once/Twice Series’ Special Chapter (4)

Read: Once is a coincidence. Twice is not. , Once is enough. Twice is too much. and Special chapter (1) , (2) and (3) first before reading this :)

Note: It would be nice if you could play Letting Go later. (You’ll know when to play it. Hehe)

“So have you seen it? Did you watch?” You feel lethargic from crying until you fell asleep last night and now you have to deal with your workmate who won’t just stop bugging you when it comes to their band.


“Really?!” She then proceeded to tell how she felt while watching the music video; how she felt the pain that was conveyed through the song; how she cried because the song was telling a story “And have you heard their other songs from the album?” You shook your head and she made you sit and gave you her phone. She plugged her earphones in your ears and clicked something on her phone before she left you in the dressing room.

You heaved a sigh of surrender as the song started playing. Oh, this one seems a lively song. You were moving your head trying to go with the song’s rhythm as you were listening to the lyrics.

It’s been a while since you left
But even when you weren’t here
I always had you by my side
I put my hand in my pocket so you can always link your arms with mine
Why are you making me like this? (Why did you do that babe)

You arched your forehead as you realized that the message is still sad despite its lively vibe. You bit your lip as you started to feel your chest tighten again. And you thought your heart stopped when you heard him sing the next part

Every day is the same, I’m running around a wheel
I really hope this feeling changes
Not having what you want makes your heart hurt, I’m only human

You squeezed your eyes close as you try not to play a movie of your memories in your head again. I’ve had enough last night. Please.

I guess this is what they call a habit
In an empty room with no one inside
I’m waiting for you to return

But nothing really goes the way you wanted them to be. Not before, not now. Tears started to well up in your eyes. Never in your whole life that you’ve imagined yourself crying because of a song that doesn’t even have a sentimental sound. But the lyrics!

My hand habits that touched you, my hand habits toward you
My mouth habits that called you, my mouth habits for you

You just want to slap yourself from crying again. Aren’t you tired of crying every single time that you are reminded of him? It’s been 5 months, hasn’t it? But it still hurts the same. Why didn’t it go the way you wanted it to be?

I’m calling out to you in the empty air
I’m beckoning to find you
You became my habit
Became my habit

And it’s so hard, knowing that he’s also a habit and habits are hard to give up.

Became my habit

You hurriedly wiped your tears when you heard the door open. And once again, you were attacked by numerous questions. Your workmate even teased you for crying in Habits. “You can relate to the song so much, don’t you?”

As things started to change for them, things stayed the same for you. After another 5 months, you’re still working at the coffee shop; stuck with your workmate who’d always talk about someone you don’t even want to remember. When your working schedule changes, those are the times that you were thankful for. At least your ears would be able to rest from hearing anything about him. But unfortunately, your new shift is being with the said workmate again. You really have nothing against her. It’s just that, you just don’t want to add salt to your wound.

It’s been 10 months since the breakup but you’re still hurting. Even if you want to convince yourself that you’re already numb from feeling the pain and regret, you’re still hurting.

No one’s really numb anyway. People can’t just accept the fact that after all this time; they’re still hurting for the same reason. And you’re not an exception.

Sometimes you’re being eaten up by your jealousy; seeing him being close with a girl and especially if their fans are trying to pair them up. Somehow you’ve learned not to mind the fans who swoon over him but you can’t just deny the fact that when it comes to this girl, Ayeon, you couldn’t restrain yourself from getting jealous. She seems to be close with the band because she’s a friend of Jae. Eventually, fans saw that Brian and her have a chemistry. Who cares about chemistry?

You trusted Brian so much to ask for that break but now you don’t know if you’d be able to still trust his feelings for you since it didn’t really go how you wanted it to be. And when another album was released, your world started to shake and slowly crumble. Is this it?

I got something to say, let’s meet up
Now we sit silent, facing each other
I keep thinking in my head

Should I say this or not

Although I don’t want to

You exhaled softly as Jae started singing. Just as they’re having their comeback, your feelings are having one, too. You felt a familiar sensation enveloped your heart. Oh, yeah. This is what I felt when I was watching their Congratulations MV. Jae still has those eyes full of sentiment.

I’d been holding on to you for so long
But now I must let go

There’s nothing I can do for you

It’s the only way to make you happy

So I let go, let go, let go

Is this a confession of him letting you go? Is this him telling you that he’s finally ready to stop holding on to you?

So you can smile someday
So you can smile

But what if letting you go isn’t the reason for you to be able to smile someday?

I remember our good times
The days of laughter and fun

Memories ever so precious

Fill up inside me

Although I don’t want to

As he started singing, as he was intoning about your memories, a series of them played in your head. And just when you thought you’ve already shed more than enough tears that you’re supposed to, another stream of tears was shed.

If Jae’s eyes were sentimental, Brian’s were intense. As he started rapping, you intently looked at him. He was giving off the same vibe as he did in Congratulations. Eyes were narrow; forehead furrowed; veins on his neck were visible. Although it is about telling you he’ll let you go, he seemed to be livid.

Ah let go, let go,
The bright future we sought together

I know I know we can no longer

Wish for a happy ending

Like the land hardens after the rain

Pain is only temporary, someday you will meet

Someone who can make you happier

That’s the kind of love you deserve

I got to say good bye right now

You wanted to pat your shoulder for making it to work the next morning. But your eyes wouldn’t just let you hide the fact that you cried yourself to sleep last night. You readied yourself to deal with your perky workmate today but she’s awfully quiet. She didn’t bother you about the comeback, the new music video, anything regarding the band but she kept on stealing glances.

“Are you okay?” She asked you in the dressing room when both of your shift ended. You answered with a nod and a small smile.

You examined her as she was standing near you. “You seem hesitant about something. Is there something you want to tell me?”

She avoided gazes and you motioned her to sit beside you. “Actually…” she trailed off as you encouraged her to continue “Young K was here yesterday”

Your eyes widened a bit. Yesterday was your day off but she said she went to the coffee shop to have a coffee with her friend. That’s when he saw Brian entering the place.

“He seemed to be looking around. Like… trying to find someone?” She paused and looked at you for a hint to stop or to continue “Aren’t you friends with them? I think he was looking for you”

“Did you talk? Did you tell him?”

She shook her head. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded “You seemed to be crying a lot since the day I met you, especially when it comes to their songs. And you seem to not like their band to be talked about. I was thinking if you cried again last night when their new music video was released?”

You raised a brow and she cleared her throat. “By any chance… Did you have a past relationship that you’re reminded of every time you listen to their songs?” Your eyes widened in surprise and you were taken aback by her question “Perhaps… Is it Young K?”

Was it that obvious? Or was she just observant and wise? She murmured her apologies for asking and excused herself. But before she could even turn around, you grabbed her wrist as you let out a breath.

You’re just tired; tired of walking away from it; tired of pretending not to care; tired of putting up a mask that you’re okay. So for the first time, you opened the door for her to see and know. You told her everything, letting you cry your heart out and hugged you when you have no words left to say.

“I understand”, she whispered as she wrapped you in her arms, not minding if her shoulder will be soaked by your tears.

That’s all you wanted to hear. All this time, for 10 months, that’s all what you needed. Finally, there’s someone who understands you. If you had known, you might just have opened up to her sooner.

You both fixed yourself after a little while so you can both leave from your workplace. You were thinking about him as you opened the dressing room’s door to leave; wondering if he knows you’re working there. As if on cue, you found him walking toward the entrance as you froze and forgot what move means.

Ok, nothing much in this chapter.. Next special chapter might be d ending. I just cant take it anymore. Ive been feeling extra emotional I never imagined myself crying bc of Day6’s Habits. I used to move my head & body quite a lot but bc of this, it became a sad song for me;-; lol

Thoughts, please? :)

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for lovely @whatthehellisahoechlin

Title: I Hate You!

[Read on AO3 here]

Tags - Highschool AU, Teen!Derek, Growing up together, Friends to Lovers, Truth or Dare, First Kiss.


“You know you love me…I know you care…

A sudden strangled noise beside him made Derek snap his eyes open. He huffed out an angry breath, pursing his lips, irritated at the interruption.

It was Stiles. Stiles with bulging eyes, a red face and a hand clamped on his mouth. He was struggling to keep back his loud snort. Derek shot him a piercing glare, trying and failing to find his rhythm again.

“Just shout whenever…”  Derek grated out, hissing at Stiles. “…and I’ll be there…WHAT?

“Bieber? Really Derek-” Stiles choked, laughing as if he had lost his mind.

“You got a problem with that?”

Stiles jerked away from a snarling Derek, huffing out – Whoa, raising both hands in surrender. Not even a beat later, he shot a shit-eating grin at Derek.

Derek hated him.

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Cam-Boy (Exo Drabble Series) 02. Baekhyun

Originally posted by wooyoung

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,192

Summary: Four college friends without a dime and school fees biting at their feet decide to take an Interesting part time job.

01. || 02. || 03. ||04.||05. || 06.

02. Baekhyun’s close friend and Dorm roomie, Chanyeol catches him during a show. He doesn’t let it defer his performance, but internally he’s freaking the fuck out.

A/n: Here’s the second part. Part three is in the works but I’m gonna focus on some other stuff today. Oh also 1,020,105 won is equal to about 900 dollars. Baek you better make that money. *smirk* Anyways, enjoy!

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The One in Which He’s Lucifer the Cop (Cop!Luke)


Word Count: 6,2k+

The oh so familiar knock rips you out of your sleep. Ugh, why does he have to choose this exact moment to wake you, you ask yourself, because, damn son, but you were having a hell of a nice dream.

Another knock echoes through your apartment. You groan, then move to stand up and grab your hoodie from your desk chair to wrap yourself in it. Another knock. Another groan.

Putting on your best pissed off-face—which wasn’t very hard, considering you were pretty pissed off—you unlatch the door and rip it open. He stands before you, a mix between a smirk and a sheepish smile plastered on his lips, hand resting on his gun. “Morning, sunshine,” he greets, like he does every time.

“Morning, Lucifer,” you respond in a snarl as usual.

His grin only grows wider. “Ever the so happy little princess, I see.” His other hand comes forward, holding on to a file.

You roll your eyes, because you know exactly what is in it. “Lemme guess. My taxes?”

He does a show of flipping through your files, as if he hasn’t already studied them. Which he did. Probably at the ass crack of dawn, chewing on a donut in his car parked in front of your apartment complex. “Actually, sunshine, it’s your rent this time.”

You throw your head back and groan. “That son of a bitch!”

Your landlord has seriously worked up the nerve and gone to the police because you haven’t paid your rent in three months? But then again—at least he hasn’t kicked you out yet.

Luke throws you a small smile, closing your file. “Mind if I step in for a second?”

“No.” And you close the door.

Not a second later, he raps on it. “Oh, come on! How many times have we gone through this?” There was a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Uh, probably too many times?” you reply in a duh-kind of way. You are seriously so fed up with this shit and how many times your sleep gets disturbed, just because you struggle to pay off all your bills. In a way, you count yourself as lucky as you still haven’t ended up in jail—thank God.

When he knocks again, you call, “Goodnight,” in a sing-song way and stalk away, though you don’t miss him shouting, “It’s already bright in the morning, sunshine!” through the door as he gives it one last soft slap.


Gosh, Luke is so smitten. There is still a huge grin plastered on his face as he hits your rolled up file against his open palm repeatedly. Footsteps trip him from cloud nine and Luke immediately lets the happy face fall, turning on his heels and makes his way towards the exit of your apartment building. He knows it’s wrong, but someday—someday he’ll ask for your number and he’s gonna take you on a date.

It’s been three months since he first rapped on your door, informing you about your unpaid taxes. Over the months he has learned that you often have a man over, though it is never the same one. And every time Luke is scheduled to pay you a visit, he prays there wouldn’t be a man answering your door. Today is his lucky day.

Somehow the nickname sunshine has stuck with Luke, seeing as he has to knock on your door every morning—he’d pick your case first, he’d visit you first and magically, you’d brighten up the rest of his day. He doesn’t know how he can be so smitten by one person whom he hasn’t even had a single conversation with that isn’t about her inability to pay her bills.

He doesn’t care though. He’s a fucking goner and he loves it.

He loves seeing you in your pjs, hair a mess, face scrunched up in annoyance and anger. He loves the way, even though there is a police officer standing at your door, you still hold yourself with grace and determination and will not give in to his stance that usually intimidates everyone, considering he’s a six foot something giant with a gun holstered at his hip and one hidden by his foot. Yes, you are certainly something, and he’s so smitten and he will not give up.


He’s the first one on scene. Often times Luke prays for them to be a DOA, because he cannot stand to see them in pain, but this one is a fighter. She’s still stuck in the vehicle, whimpers escaping her lips as the blood drips around her broken body. He holds her hand, caressing the back of it softly as he tries to get her to stay conscious by speaking to her. Looking at her fills his heart with a feel of familiarity and he immediately hates himself for hoping she’d be a DOA, when he sees how strong she is, how her eyes light up, talking about her baby sister and her little boy she has at home—even when there is blood fogging up her view. And he hates—absolutely hates the feeling of her life seeping out of her right in front of his face. Her hand that has been gripping his back with a strength he didn’t know someone with such injuries could have, goes limp and somehow, Luke’s heart drops and his breath hitches and he needs to scream so so badly.

It’s not the first time he’s witnessed someone dying—hell, he’s already held people’s hands as they were dying because of a bullet he himself put into them. Then why is this time any different?

Why does he snap at the fire fighter as he cuts her body out of the vehicle?

Can’t you be more careful with her?! Stop handling her like she’s some fucking thing!

Why does he feel the need to ride with her to the morgue and why does he feel like he’s obligated to inform her family about her death?

He finds out hours later as he holds her records in his hands.

Tears are falling

And falling

From his eyes, because you have the same parents and the same surname. Hell, you even have the same features—explaining why he felt this familiarity in his gut as he was talking to her.

He leaves the precinct with a few dents in the lockers and her records tucked into his messenger bag. Luke cannot tell you just yet—God, he dreads it so much. He wants to give you a few more peaceful hours of not knowing and he wants to sleep so so badly, preparing himself before he has to shatter your world even more.

He sleeps that night with a wet and salty pillow that has become the victim of multiple screams, the file lying on his bedside table, haunting him.


He’s been preparing himself for hours, all right? But still he’s pacing in front of your apartment, heart racing, palms sweating. It’s later than his usual visits, and Luke figures he needs to get this over with. He can’t postpone it any longer, it’ll only do more damage when you find out she’s been dead for almost half a day already and no one’s bothered to tell you.

So he knocks. And he waits. And then he hears the shuffles. As the door opens he isn’t met with your familiar, sleepy—angry—face though. It’s a half-naked man that stands before him and looks at him in confusion. Luke groans internally. Why does she have to have a man over today? Why this day out of them all?

“Can I help you, officer?” the dude asks as if this were his apartment and he were living here.

Luke’s got no patience left in his body. “Yes,” he growls. “You can get me the woman that lives here. ASAP.”

“Why?” he challenges.

“Because I said so. And if she’s not here and you not gone in half a minute I will arrest you for obstruction of justice and haul your damn arse into jail.” He imagines himself looking like he’s ready to pounce. (And he is.)

The dude flinches, raises his hands in surrender. “All right, all right. I’ll get her.”

And the door slams shut. The fucking door slams shut in his face!

Luke kicks at it—the frustration and anger leaking into his actions. “Stupid son of a bitch,” he mutters under his breath, wringing at your sister’s records.

When the door opens half a minute later, and you stand there in front of him, cuddled in a hoodie, he feels like his body is deflating. His mouth opens to greet you with the usual line, but the dude comes into view and cuts him off with an awkward cough. “I’ll, uh—I’ll just go.”

Luke glares at him. (It’s a pretty impressive glare.) “You better,” he growls.

“Thanks, uh, for the night.” Oh, he has the fucking nerve.

Luke’s fists clench, but then he feels your sister’s files getting crunched and he tries to relax again. A look at your face and he sees the utter confusion you’re feeling. His heart clenches just as his fists do again. How can he look at you like that, knowing he’s about to break you? He was wrong, he thinks, he doesn’t want to be the one to tell you. But he can’t let anyone else do it. For one, he’s already here, and second, he will not—he will not let anyone see you this vulnerable. You’re his kick-ass sunshine and he cannot bear the thought of anyone taking that strength from you. Even if it’s breaking his heart to have to do it himself—it’s a sacrifice he is willing to make.

Finally, the dude shuffles past and leaves them.

The air seems tighter, all of the sudden. Luke tries to relax his stance and his face. “Can I come in?”

To his surprise you don’t snap at him immediately, but rather examine his face. He’s got this look of sadness clouding his baby blues and the way his hands can’t hold themselves still makes you nervous. Maybe the time’s finally come and he’s here to escort you to jail. Or maybe he’s here to kick you out of your apartment. You don’t know why he’s here, but you figure it won’t hurt to let him in. If he is really here to do those things, then letting him in won’t make any difference anymore. So you just nod your head and open the door wider for him.

The nervous bubble follows him in as he walks towards your couch and seats himself in a tense position. You continue to try to assess the situation but come up empty, standing in front of him.

“Please take a seat,” he says in a weak voice—one you’ve never heard before. His voice always booms with authority and certainty. Reluctantly, you let yourself fall onto the space beside him.

“Is everything all right, Officer Hemmings?”

“No, actually it’s not.” His hand first comes to rest against his gun, then raises to finger through his hair. A shaky breath. Gosh, he cannot do it. He cannot. But he has to. For you. For her. “I’m so sorry to inform you that—” another shaky breath “—that there’s been a horrible car crash yesterday night. Your sister—”

And just like that, you break. A mix between a sob and a cry leaves your throat as you slap your hand against your mouth, shaking your head wildly.

“—she didn’t make it,” he finishes, though you don’t hear it anyway. You already knew that. If she had survived, the hospital would’ve called you. The only reason the police contacts family is when someone’s dead. And she’s dead. Dead dead dead.

Luke watches you in agony and he feels his own tears pushing against the back of his eyes as yours fall fall and fall down your cheeks and shirt. He looks up, desperately trying to find the right words to say. Come on! You’ve been fucking trained for this kind of situation! a voice shouts at him, but he can only shake his head.

Not this kind of situation. Never this.

“Please,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry, sunshine—”

“Don’t,” you spit in return. Everything’s spinning in your head, everything’s spinning out of control. “Please, don't—”

There is not enough air to get your body to function. Not enough air to force down your lungs as you shake and break and cry and wail and cannot breathe. How can your own sister just be gone in a matter of minutes? How can she be here one second and then just gone? You cannot fathom it.

Arms circle around your waist and shoulder and press your body against Luke’s. His warmth immediately engulfs you and there is this calming motion of his hand as it lightly runs up and down your spine. You notice your legs are bare and pressing against his uniform, but you don’t care. You only care for your heart as it beats against his. Your face that is lying on his shoulder, the tears falling on him as they paint your marks across his body. You focus on his breath that fans your scalp and cheek, his lips that graze your hairline and forehead with every sob that rocks through your body.

“My nephew—” you choke out after an eternity of tears. “His father’s dead. He’s an orphan—oh God, he’s an orphan—” You shake your head repeatedly against his shoulder, because this is not what you would’ve wanted for him. You are all too familiar with the feeling of growing up without parents and now your baby nephew has to go through the same fate.

Luke smooths his hand down the length of your hair. “He’s all right, don’t worry. We’ve taken good care of him.”

You untangle yourself from his embrace. “Was he in the car crash?” you ask, your heart pounding against your rib cage as you fear for his answer.

A heavy sigh escapes your lungs, as he shakes his head. “No,” he says. “He was with an underage babysitter at the time, so for now, we’ve put him into foster care.”

“Foster care?!” you shout in anger, wiping at your cheeks. A cold fist reaches into your chest and squeezes at your heart. All the memories of foster care come back to you in a rush. The fear, the chaos.

“Hey, hey,” Luke coaxes gently, taking your hands in his. They swallow them whole, providing warmth and steadiness. “We can go see him right now, if you want to. And as far as I am informed, there is a very large possibility that you can adopt him, since you’re his aunt and only living relative.” His calloused fingers rub against your own and you look down, wondering how often he has held a gun in his hands, how often he has held his finger against the trigger. You shudder at the thought.

You nod in response to his statement. “Yes, I want to see him. Please.”

“All right.” He stands up and pulls you with him.

Letting go of his hands, you stalk towards your infamous front door before you’re stopped abruptly by a grip against the crook of your arm. “Uh, where do you think you’re going?”

Where the fuck would you be going?

“I’m going to see my fucking nephew that has just lost his mother,” you snap back in response, not turning around, but fuming at his question.

Luke lets your arm fall. “I was just—I’m sorry… It’s just that—You aren’t wearing any pants.”

Looking down at yourself, you notice that you are indeed only clothed in your underwear and a hoodie. Your brain is currently one giant space of a mess, too much information trying to get processed at once that you completely forgot that you’re half naked. In defeat, you turn around, staring at the cop standing in your living room with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Officer,” you tell him softly.

Stepping towards you, Luke gently clasps your hands in his again. “Please don’t apologise,” he says, his lips curving into a tiny, reassuring smile, “and please don’t worry. All you need to worry about right now is your baby, all right?” He gives your hands a squeeze. “And please call me Luke. Or even Lucifer for all I care. Officer sounds so formal and I think we’re way beyond that, yes?” The smile he offers you now is cheeky. And you think you love him in the moment for it. “Go get dressed,” he says, “I’ll wait for you by the door and then I’ll drive you, sounds good?”

You nod, the tears still falling. “Thank you,” you whisper, squeezing his hands in return.

He smiles again.


“How come you aren’t in your usual patrol car?”

“I came directly from home. I didn’t want to postpone this any more than absolutely necessary.”

He opens the door for you. Everywhere you enter or exit.

The drive is, at first, silent. There is no music filling the background and there is no small talk being made. Then you ask the question that has been swirling around your mind ever since he broke the news to you. “Were you there when she died?”

Your voice is so little, so quiet, so different than how it usually is. But he hears you, he always does. (That may be because he made it his habit to pay extra attention to you.) “Yes,” he replies. “I was the first one at the scene. I, uh—I held her hand while she died.” He swallows and you can see his Adam’s apple shift along with a muscle near his jaw. “She was very brave. She talked about you two as the life was seeping out of her. She even had the audacity to laugh at some point.” He throws you a quick glance, contemplating whether or not he just made the right move.

You are still in shock about everything—was it correct to tell you that? But you only smile, wringing your fingers in your lap. “Sounds like her. My hero.” And here come the tears again.

“The father was killed in the line of duty, right?” He knows that already, but God, he wants to hear your voice so badly. He wants to talk to you, hear you tell him everything about yourself.

“Yes,” you nod. “He was a great husband, and I’m sure he’d’ve been an even better father. He never got the chance, though.”

Luke smiles at you as he turns into a parking spot. “I’m very sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, me, too.” Now you are everything the boy has left. And you’d fight everyone who will stand in your way of adopting him. And, gosh, you know just how many there’d be, because you’re an adult that isn’t one. You can barely take care of yourself, your bills don’t even get opened because you already know you don’t have enough money to pay them. Hell, you’re on a first name basis with the officer that almost visits you daily to remind you to get your shit together. How will you take in a baby and provide for it?

You don’t notice it, but Luke stares at you. Somehow he knows what you’re thinking about—the look of panic and doubt plastered on your face. “I know this is not very professional, but I’ll help you. You know you have me, sunshine, right? You’re not alone in this, all right?” His fingers twitch, wanting to trace the tear stains on your cheeks, catch the ones that are already queuing in your eyes. With a sigh and a sad smile he settles on the hand resting in your lap and gives it a good squeeze. “Come on,” he says as if he hasn’t just knocked the breath out of you with that statement.

Once again he’s there to open the door for you. Hesitantly, his hand reaches for yours, wiggling his fingers through the gaps of yours and wrapping his heart around yours as an armour. Can he feel the frantic beat of yours? (Almost. His own is beating just as frantically.)


He cries when he sees you. The fear is written clearly on his face after spending a night without his mommy in an unfamiliar place. His chubby hands immediately reach for you, his screams echoing down the corridor.

“He hasn’t stopped crying since we picked him up,” the social worker says, smiling sadly at the both of you as she hands him over.

Finlay’s tiny hands grab for your hoodie, fisting them tightly as he wails into your chest. Instantly, wetness pools in your eyes, threatening to overspill any second, but you don’t want to frighten the poor little boy any more than he already is. You just hug him to your body, pressing your cheek against his head and try to soothe him somehow. But how do you sooth a baby that has just lost its mother and is left with nothing?

Walking towards the plastic chairs that line along the multi-coloured walls, you seat yourself and keep your arms tightly around Finlay. His cries have come down to sobs, and you guess that’s a progress. Luke continues standing with the social worker, silently discussing Finlay’s situation.

“Shhh,” you whisper, smoothing your hand over the baby’s blond hair and rocking him back and forth. “We’re going to be all right,” you say, pressing a kiss against his temple.

“She’s his only living relative and she’s over 18. I think it’s best she takes him in. And look at him. He’s comfortable with her,” he says, one hand pressed against his gun holster and the other one pointing at you two’s direction.

The social worker nods her head in understanding. “Yes, I can see that. But she’s not financially stable and that is a problem. She’s barely twenty-one and according to her file, has had multiple house visits regarding her unpaid bills. She’s in no shape to adopt a child!”

Luke lets out a frustrated sigh, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling, his hands now propped against his hips. “Yes,” he says lowly, “but she’s not alone. She’s got support.”

“From whom?”

“Me, obviously.”

Your breath catches, your eyes widen. Did he just say he’ll support you financially? Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you—after all, it’s been a disastrous day and it’s not even noon yet. Surely, the officer that’s been pounding your door in the last couple of months because of unpaid bills would not offer to pay them for you. Clearly.

But your hearing gets confirmed when the social worker asks, “From you?” A perfectly manicured brow raises.

“Yes.” He shrugs as if this were no big deal.

The confusion is evident on her face, as her lips purse. “But aren’t you the officer assigned to her case?”

“So?” He shrugs again and you notice that he tends to do this often—play something down that is actually a very big deal. “There’s no law that prevents me from doing so.”

But isn’t there some kind of law that prohibits relationships between officers and their cases? Or is that only meant for doctors and their patients? You are confused, but you shake off your thoughts. You shouldn’t focus on that right now. Like Luke said, the only thing that matters right now is getting Finlay. And if that means lying to a social worker, then so be it.

“All right,” she finally gives in. “It’ll take a long long process, though. We’ll have to check both of your records, pay you visits, see how little Finlay adjusts to the new situation.”

“Yes, we’re aware of that,” Luke says.

“Okay,” she nods. “Then let’s go down the hall and get the paperwork done.” She smiles at you to follow.

You walk, refusing to loosen your tight grip on Finlay whatsoever, as you’re getting step by step nearer towards your nephew.

This morning, your main goal was to scratch enough money together for your next bill. Now, it is to make sure Finlay ends up with you. How a life can make a 180 in a matter of seconds was beyond comprehensible, but you think you’ve got an idea.

Like before, Luke talks for you, flicking through the files and silently filling you in, before telling you where to sign. Your heart trips a beat, but reluctantly you hand Finlay over to Luke as you sign the papers. Surprisingly, he doesn’t cry, but he doesn’t cuddle him either. He more leans back as far as he can, his chubby hands laying against Luke’s chest as he looks up at him with as much concentration an eight-month-old baby can muster. Maybe he feels some sort of familiarity, since Luke does share of few of his traits—the blond locks, the blue eyes and the pointy nose. Though maybe it might be because he seldom comes in contact with males, considering his father has passed before he was even born and he was raised by a single mom, no grandparents.

Apparently, Luke has passed the little test, because Finlay seems content, leaning his tiny head against his chest as he finally calms down.

This is a sight you never ever want to forget as you force yourself to memorise it: Luke leaning against the wall, gun strapped to his hip, arms clasped around the baby’s bum; Finlay resting against him, his legs swinging at his sides.

This feeling that settles deep in your stomach is one you never ever want to forget either. Like the planets have aligned and everything is balance.

But everything is not. You’re about to become a mother for God’s sake. Suddenly, the feeling of balance wobbles and a feeling of fear slams down on one side.

So much for balance.


The next couple of months fly by in a blur. Surprisingly, Luke really does stay with you two and you work out a schedule. Whilst you go out scouting for jobs with a decent pay, Luke stays at home taking care of Finlay. He’s taking fraternity leave or something like that, because honestly you have no idea how Luke did it or how many favours he had to ask for in order to take care of you and Finlay. He’s already got his own drawer and toothbrush and sleeps over most of the time.

Child & Family Services checks in on you once a week, making sure Finlay likes his new environment and your apartment isn’t on the edge of falling apart. It’s the same woman who handed Finlay over to you that does the house visits and you can see the surprise on her face every time Luke opens the door with the baby set on his hip. Even she didn’t think he meant what he told her.

After Luke’s introduced you to a buddy of him, he manages to get you a job as a PA—another thing you have thanks to him. Most of the days you get off around lunch time, but then there are days like today where your boss keeps you behind until eight.

Turning the lock in the door usually greets you with a laugh or a squeal, but this time there’s none of that. Stepping into your apartment, you kick off your shoes, discard your keys and trudge towards the living room, ready for sleep. But you stop abruptly when you see Luke laying sprawled across the couch, his feet hanging over the arm rest, hands holding onto Finlay who appears to be awake in contrast to the one who’s supposed to be watching him.

In the past months, Finlay has become used to his new life. Days of sleepless nights because he misses his mother have passed and now he sleeps through until the first rays of sunshine. That’s usually where he decides to be your personal alarm clock, crying or screaming.

Considering your apartment only has two rooms, you gave the other one to Luke in the beginning, but soon after, you both decided that Finlay should get his own room, so now the two of you are stuck sharing a bed occasionally—and he’s the only one in the past months that has gotten to sleep in the same bed with you. And you’ve got to admit, the days he spends in his own apartment or on the couch, your bed seems colder somehow.

As you still haven’t got enough money to decorate a room for him, it’s only got a crib and a rocking chair in there and that’s that. It’s disappointing you can’t offer him more, but you still count yourself lucky you’ve got food on your table everyday.

Quietly, you tiptoe towards the couch, letting your purse and your jacket fall to the floor before you carefully pick Finlay up from Luke’s chest where he’s been laying on. The fact that he knew not to squeal when you came in because Luke’s sleeping makes your heart warm up a notch. He’s taking quite a liking to him, not even fussing the tiniest bit when you leave for work every morning.

Cuddling Finlay to your own chest, you begin to rock him back and forth. “Hey, little man,” you whisper. “How’s life treating you?”

He only grabs for your mouth with his chubby fingers. “Yeah, me too!” you answer enthusiastically, laughing at him.

Every time you look at his face you see her. They’ve got the same mouth, the same curve of Cupid’s bow, the same cheek bones—and you’ve kissed both multiple times.

Even if he was only nine months old, Finlay still understood what was happening during the funeral, having cried into yours and Luke’s chests as the reception was being held. You’d like to believe, you looked like a little family then—Luke and you sandwiching Finlay between you; Luke with one hand on top of Finlay’s blond head, the other one gently laying on your arm; you with your own head resting against Finlay’s, feeling Luke’s fingers brush through your hair every so often and softly.

Somehow, this new life of yours makes you feel safe and warm all over. The thought of not having Luke standing by your side, makes your heart clench. You couldn’t imagine it. You’re a team now.

Finlay gurgles in content, head laying against your collarbone. “Hey, Finlay,” you whisper, “You know who that is, right?” You point at Luke’s sleeping figure.

Leaning back, Finlay stares at where you’re pointing. He giggles. “Lu,” he exclaims, happily.

“Yay!” You wiggle him. “That’s Lu. Good job, baby.” Finlay’s birthday is coming up in two weeks, and for an eleven-month old, he’s already picked up a few words. “Lu takes care of us, you know,” you tell him, staring at Luke and feeling like this is all a dream somehow. He was the cop reminding you of your unpaid bills, for God’s sake. And now he’s sleeping on your couch, helping you take care of your baby.

Taking a seat on the floor in front of the couch, you lean against it, letting Finlay sit on your hip bones. “You like Lu, little one? I know I like him,” you whisper quietly, smiling slightly. He giggles again, clasping his hands on your cheeks.

You jump as you feel something touch your hair. “You like me?” a silent voice speaks from behind you, sleepiness lacing it and pulling your heart under. You love his sleepy voice.

Heat creeps up your neck, tinging your ears red. “Uh—” you begin to stutter, trying to think of anything to say to him. You don’t want to frighten him and you don’t want him to run off. Yes, you have a connection, but maybe it’s just him being a good cop. Maybe you interpreted this whole situation wrong.

There are so many thoughts racing through your mind, you don’t even notice Luke brushing your hair behind your ear as you continue to stare at Finlay. “Don’t break your brain over it, sunshine,” he says, pulling you out of the space you just disappeared into. “I like you, too, you know?”

Oh, God.

He likes you, too.

Your breath hitches. He’s fingers are still woven in your hair, gently scratching against the side of your head. “I’ve liked you since the day I first knocked on your door,” he says quietly. Does he even know what his words are doing to you?

It’s like he’s lulling you to sleep, coaxing you into a dream so sweet you never want to wake up from it. It’s like his words are covered in honey and you’re finally getting a taste of them. They’re brushing against you oh so softly and you don’t want him to stop talking.

His fingers continue combing through your hair. “Come here,” he says. It’s that sentence that snaps you out of your trance his words have put you in and you notice that even Finlay has fallen asleep. Maybe his words have the same effect on him.

Avoiding sudden movement, you stand up and seat yourself next to Luke on the couch where he’s just made some space for you.

He’s not focused on talking right now, though, because he merely winds his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him, being careful with the sleeping baby. His free hand cups your inner thigh and he turns your body, adjusting, so you’re sitting sideways with your legs propped up over one of his and your feet planted between them. The heat creeps up your neck again and you’re not sure if it’s because of the closeness or the warmth his body provides. Sure, you’ve spent a couple of night tangled up in each other’s arms before, but you simply blamed your unconsciousness for it. This is different.

You’re leaning into him and his arm is still around you, his head against the top of yours as his fingertips dance across the naked skin of your shoulder. The silence is comfortable, warming and hot all at once. Contentment fills up your heart but there’s also this fear creeping up your spine. If the both of you pursue this new relationship, everything will change. What happens, if it doesn’t work out? He’ll leave—Finlay will lose the only man/father figure he has ever had and you’ll lose the security he provides for the two of you. And at the same time you’d lose a dear friend. This uncertainness of the future causes you to doubt, but you don’t want to lose this feeling of happiness either.

Somehow, Luke manages to make everything better—again. “You don’t need to worry that much, sweetheart,” he mumbles against you. “I swear, I can almost hear the wheels turning in that pretty little brain of yours.” And again he makes you blush with his words. He says, “We don’t need to rush anything. I’m just saying, you know. We can take things slow. The only important thing here is our little boy, all right?” Your heart temporarily stops beating. “And the rest we’ll figure out on our way.”

He just called Finlay your boy. The both of yours. The happiness fills you up and you’ll burst into rainbows for sure. But then you sigh. “I’m just scared. I don’t want to commit to anything if it’s only gonna end up not working out. And I don’t want to lose you.”

He presses his head a little harder against yours. “You’re not gonna lose me,” he says, “Neither of you. You have me, in all ways possible—the both of you have me wrapped around your fingers so tightly.”

“And I’m so thankful to have you,” you answer. “The both of us. We’re so incredibly lucky.”

Adjusting, so Finlay won’t lay in your lap, you move your legs so you’re lying on the couch with your head resting on Luke’s thighs and Finlay against your chest. You wind your arms tightly around his little body, somehow wanting to squeeze all the love you feel for him into his heart.

As you look up you’re met with Luke’s soft blue eyes. A film of tiredness has laid itself across them, but they’re still staring at you with such wonder and endearment that you don’t know how to breathe for a second. His fingers begin to comb through Finlay’s blond strands instead as he simply leans back against the couch rest and let’s out a deep sigh of peacefulness.

You ask yourself, if the three of you look like a family in a way. It’s something you’ve only thought about once, but somehow in this little moment of contentment you imagine you three looking like a family. And it’s this that breaks it to you. You want to be one—a family. You want this because you don’t want this feeling ever going away and you want it because it’s been a long time since you’ve had a proper family. You want this because you want to offer this to Finlay who’s lost the only family he had and you want it because you’re falling hard for this man with the soft heart but walks around with a gun strapped to his ankle every day.

Yes, you’re falling in love with this man.

And somehow, miraculously he is as well. Well, not exactly. Because he already is in love with you.