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I’ll Come To You (Requested)

“Could you write something based on the song “half the world away” maybe where harry is too far away and y/n cannot stand to be in her hometown anymore?”

Adjusted this slightly, hope you still enjoy!

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You sighed, shifting restlessly under your duvet a couple of times before rolling over to check the time on your phone. 2.34am. You’d been tossing and turning since you’d turned off your light at 11pm, desperately trying to fall asleep. You had a huge day the next day, and you needed to get some sleep. Without Harry next to you though, a good night’s sleep was hard to come by.

You two had been living together for six months now, and you’d gotten used to sharing your bed with another body. He was warm, he snored a little, and he often trapped you under his heavy limbs, but he was yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Something about his presence comforted you, and you always slept uninterrupted when he was there. 

He’d disappeared off to Jamaica to record his album exactly a month ago to the day, and while you spoke on the phone at least once a day and you were almost in constant communication via instant message, it just wasn’t the same as having him there. Being this far apart was hard on you both. When he had filming for Dunkirk it had been difficult, but you hadn’t been living together yet. Once he had returned, you had both decided that you wanted to move in together, and when the day rolled around for him to leave for the trip, it was the hardest goodbye you’d ever been through.

Quite simply, you missed him.

You had no idea what time it was in Jamaica, despite Harry’s attempts to teach you how to calculate the difference, but you just couldn’t wait to hear Harry’s voice any longer. It was the only thing that would get you to sleep, and so you gave in to yourself. You dialled his number, preferring to type it out even though you could just find his name in your contacts list. There was something so intimate about having memorised his number, and you loved reminding yourself of that fact.

The phone rang a couple of times, and then-

“Hey love.”

You let out an audible sigh as Harry’s familiar drawl filled your ears, slumping back against the pillows before answering.

“Hey you,” you murmured, breaking into a smile.

“Y’alright? It’s… what, gotta be 2am where you are little one. What’s got you awake at this time?”

“Just couldn’t sleep. Missed you.”

“Oh, babe. I miss you too. You in bed?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding even though Harry couldn’t see you.


“Yeah. Just a big Harry sized space next to me,” you murmured, your voice quivering a little despite your attempts to keep it steady.

“Oh sweetheart,” he answered, his words coming out a sort of tired sigh. The sadness in his voice only encouraged your tears, and before you knew it you had a steady flow streaming down your cheeks as you desperately tried to keep quiet.

“Don’t cry,” Harry soothed.

“M’n-not,” you whimpered, brushing your tears from your cheeks as best you could.

There was a moment of quiet, and then-

“I love you. T’the moon and back. You know that right?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, your voice still a little shaky. “I love you too.”

“Just… snuggle up, put on one of my t-shirts, and close those beautiful eyes. Okay?”

“Okay. Love you,” you said again.

“Love you more, sweet girl,” he murmured, pausing a moment before the pair of you reluctantly hung up.

You hesitated a moment, shuffling to sit up, before dialling another number.

“Hello? Hey, Jeff, it’s me. Yeah… Listen, I wanna come there. Can you help?”


Five sleepless hours later you were in a taxi on the way to Heathrow airport to catch your flight to Jamaica. Jeff had sorted it all for you, your flight departing London at 10am and arriving in Jamaica at 2pm. It was a direct flight into Montego Bay, and you were eternally grateful that there was so stop over. You just had to get through those 9 hours of flying and you would be there.

Jeff had been more than willing to get you over to Jamaica as soon as possible, enthusiastic as the two of you discussed your travel plans. He reassured you over and over that Harry was just as desperate to see you as you were him, and he was relieved that you had made the suggestion. Harry was apparently in a bit of a creative slump, and Jeff was sure that a little visit from you would help get him going again.

The check in to your flight and depositing of your luggage went by in a sort of tired, excited haze, and before you knew it you were boarding your flight. You slipped into your seat, foot tapping anxiously as you waited impatiently for the flight to take off. You were never good at waiting, your mum always telling you time and time again that “good things take time”, and now especially you were as impatient as ever.

9 painfully slow hours later, you were landing. Caught up in the excitement and anxiety of the trip, you had forgotten that you were going to be seeing Jamaica for the first time. Harry talked about it like it was the most wonderful place in the whole world, and it began to dawn on you that you would get to experience it too, your eyes wide as you stared out the window at the tropical surroundings.

It didn’t take too long to get off the plane and collect your bags, and you realised that another joy of Jamaica was that it was so much less busy than the London life you were used to. People moved a little slower, and their expressions were a little kinder. Most importantly, no one knew who you were, and if they did, they didn’t care. Being with Harry for as long as you had been meant that you were recognised pretty much everywhere you went, so it was nice to be able to just get on with your airport activities without any interruption.

The drive to the house Harry was renting felt much longer than it actually was, and you tried to distract yourself by taking in your new surroundings. There was something about being in this new, slow, hot place that made you feel a little emotional. You didn’t know what it was, whether it was the way you were being treated, or the climate, or the idea that a life existed for you outside of the frantic one you lead.

The driver pulled up in front of a modern, white villa, and you let out a sigh as you took it in. You were here, you were going to see Harry. This was happening. A sudden wave of nerves hit you as you scrambled out of the car, sweaty palms shaking as they smoothed over your cotton dress. What if he didn’t want to see you? What this was a mistake? What if he didn’t want you hear.

Trying desperately to push your thoughts aside, you tugged your suitcase up to the front door, knocking a couple of times against the wood. You heard the mumble of voices, some familiar, and you chewed your lip anxiously as you waited.

“Harry, you should get it,” you heard Jeff call, his voice a little muffled on the other side of the heavy door. There was a pause, the sound of familiar footsteps, and then the door swung open. Harry’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open as he took you in, and then before you could say anything, he burst into tears. Heavy, ugly, heaving sobs, his hands moving to cover his face.

You abandoned your luggage, arms wrapping around him immediately as you cuddled him close. His hands left his face as his arms returned your embrace, lacing around your frame, his wet face nuzzling into your neck. Your hands rubbed over his back soothingly, lips pressing kisses to whatever part of him you could reach, just holding him as he cried.

You had only ever seen him break down like this once before, and it broke your heart to think that he had been holding this in, your own tears rolling down your cheeks as you cried with him. The pair of you stayed wrapped in your emotional embrace for a long while, before eventually breaking apart, your forehead finding his as your hands moved back and forth over your shoulders.

“S-sorry,” he stammered, his breaths coming out in wet hiccups as he tried to fill his lungs.

“Shhh love… No need to be sorry,” you murmured, your voice cracking a little, thick with emotion. You pressed your lips to his, the action of kissing soothing you both as you relaxed into the comfort of each other, enjoying the familiarity of the action.

“I’ve been struggling without you. I’m so glad you’re here,” he mumbled against your lips, smiling weakly.

“I’m glad to be here,” you murmured, pecking his lips before pulling away a little.

“Can I show you round? I wanna introduce you to everyone… You can meet Mitch!” he smiled, wiping his face before grabbing your hand and leading you into the airy villa.

You spent the afternoon meeting the band the recording team, and Harry made sure to show you around the whole of the house. You all ended up sprawled out in the living room, chatting about the album and getting to know everyone. It was lovely, and it was slow. You and Harry stayed glued to one another, and you couldn’t help but notice he was being much more clingy than usual, determined to be touching you at all times. You relished the attention, glad that he seemed to have missed you as much as you missed him.

“Right,” Harry yawned from behind you. “I think we’re off to bed,” he chuckled, kissing your temple as you yawned right after him, your eyes blinking sleepily. “Travel taken it out of you, huh babe?” he mused, a hand finding your back. You nodded a little, the pair of you saying goodnight to everyone before heading up to bed.

You changed into your pyjamas together, crawling into bed and cuddling close, your legs tangling together in an attempt to be as close as possible. Your faces were close as you gazed at one another, and it felt so good to be here with him, basking in his presence.

“Baby…” you whispered, hesitant to break the moment.

“Mm?” Harry hummed in response, ghosting a couple of kisses along your jaw.

“You gotta tell me if you’re feeling like how you’ve been feeling. I know I’m miles away and I can’t always just pack up and come here to see you, but it kills me think you’ve been feeling so low all by yourself,” you murmured, your hand cupping his cheek, a thumb moving over his cheekbone.

Harry hesitated before replying, brow furrowing ever so slightly. “I just didn’t want to worry you,” he answered lamely.

“I know love, I know. But… I’d much rather know, okay? I love you, and I wanna know where you’re at,” you explained, your voice soft and soothing. Harry nodded, sighing a little.


“Don’t be,” you smiled, answering immediately. “C’mere.”

You rolled onto your back, opening an arm for him to scoot closer. He shuffled in against you, his head finding it’s place against your chest, an arm and a leg draped across you as he burrowed down. Your hand moved slowly over his back, lips pressing the occasional kiss to his head of curls.

You forgot sometimes that as hard as it was on you being apart from him, it was just as hard for him. He was so good at keeping it all bottled up and being strong for you, and you were glad that this time round he trusted you with his vulnerability. You felt him begin to go slack against you, sleeping beginning to take you as well, and you knew you were both about to have the best sleep either of you had had in months. All wrapped up safe in each other’s arms.

Spring Baby.

Word Count: 1,654

Pairing: Dean x reader

Cast: Dean, You, Charlotte (3), Sam, Cas, and Cassie (1). 

Warnings: implied angst, little language,   daddy!dean, FEELS, LOTS OF FLUFF, etc. 

A/N: Daddy!dean Monday, ! I am feeling really good about this everyone!! And @chaos-and-the-calm67 this was a gif you submitted and I based it off of this one shot! 

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You and Dean both remembered when Charlotte turned a year old. And now to think Cassie was turning one years old, it blew your mind. Charlotte would be four year old later in the year but to think about it, baffled you and Dean. You kept in memory the first night with Charlotte and Cassie under the same Bunker roof. 

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Merry Christmas

Birdy- White Winter Hymnal

“You’re pregnant?!” Rebekah screamed. “You’re pregnant!”

Squealing with joy, she brought me into a bone crushing hug, squeezing the utter life out of me.

“Shh!” I exclaimed. “We don’t need the entire house knowing.”

“How are you going to tell Elijah?” she asked excitedly.

“I- I don’t, I don’t know…” I replied, extremely flustered.

“How far along are you?” 

“About 19 weeks.”

“But you’re still so flat…” she gawked.  “So you know the gender?” 

“It’s a girl,” I informed as I smiled thoughtfully.

“Well, while you’re here pondering over the choices- I have to go meet Marcel in town. Have fun,” she replied sweetly, giving me another hug.

As Rebekah sped off, I thought over the numerous ways of how I could tell him. Then an idea bulb clicked.

While I gathered up my materials for the announcement, I couldn’t help but grin wildly at the thought of Elijah being the perfect father.

I took out an egg from the fridge, paint and brushes from Klaus’ cupboard, and a blank piece of paper along with a fountain pen and went to work. Using a thumbtack, I poked 2 holes into the top and bottom of the egg, draining out the yolk as much as I could before I rinsed the inside with isopropyl alcohol.

After that, I cut a small sliver of paper large enough to write text, and slipped it into the empty shell. Once everything was inside, the shell was painted a baby pink color to represent our daughter.

Finally, I got to work on the letter. I guess a few calligraphy lessons from Finn had finally come to use. Don’t get me wrong- Elijah was perfectly trained, if not- perfect at the art of calligraphy, but 30 minutes into teaching me and we were making out on the couch without a care in the world. Me of course, not learning anything.

I found a plain white box and placed paper shredding inside, gently nestling the egg, pregnancy test, and folding up the letter inside. The satisfying sound of snipping ribbon filled my ears as I tied a pristine knot and waited.

Rebekah came back at 5 o’clock with 2 bags of full groceries. Giving her a questionable look, she explained that the fridge had no good food besides ice cream and milk.

“And you can’t gain weight after you’ve just gotten in shape for the wedding,” she grinned.

We decided to prepare a dinner for me and Elijah- medium rare steak, with cous cous, asparagus, and fruit tart for dessert. I wouldn’t be able to tell you how many times Rebekah cut herself on accident while cutting up the asparagus, using the excuse “I’m a little rusty” for her actual lack of skill in cuisine.

Dinner was done and set up perfectly timed as soon as Elijah came home.

“Rebekah cooking? I must be hallucinating Y/N,” he smirked.

Laughing, Rebekah gave me a wink and went back out, leaving me and Elijah to our own devices.

He kissed me on the cheek, guiding us to the dining room where the food was set up perfectly and not a speck of imperfection was in sight. Elijah of course looked immaculate in his white blouse and oxblood tie, while I was comfortable in my black jeans and grey sweater top.

“How was your day love?” he asked while eyeing me intently, hopefully enjoying the meal.

I choked on my water a little, then assuring him that nothing eventful had happened.

After making jokes about Klaus’ hair, teasing Rebekah’s culinary skills, and Elijah laughing so hard water came out of his nose (very un-Elijah like, right?) I decided that it was time.

Elijah gave me a puzzled look as I handed him the box, opening it warily.

“Another anniversary gift? Y/N, our wedding anniversary was last weekend. You shouldn’t have,” he chuckled deeply in the voice that I loved so dearly. Another quizzical look crossed his face as he held the egg and raised his eyebrow, confused as to why I got him an egg as our “anniversary” present.

“Open it,” I asked nervously.

Cracking it open, he read over the rolled up scroll.

“Excited to see you in 21 weeks. Love, your daughter.”

He widened his eyes in shock, looking at me then back at the note. Repeatedly.

“Are you- are you sure?” Giggling, I soaked in the feeling of what it was like to see the one and only Elijah Mikaelson- speechless.

“Would you care to check the bottom of the box?”

Throwing the shredded paper to the ground as quickly as possible, I reminded myself to pick them up later.

Elijah took out the test which marked 2 lines for positive, and immediately threw his arms around me, locking me in a tight hug. Pressing his lips against mine in a joyful embrace.

Lacing our fingers together, he rubbed over my stomach, both of us thinking about the future ahead of us.

“Merry Christmas love,” he murmured while resting his cheek on the top of my head.

“Merry Christmas Elijah…”

Inktober Day 3. Warmth

Day 3, let’s go! So the insp behind this ficlet was an ‘uncomfortable cuddling’ trope I saw on tumblr aaaages back, but decided to utilise anyway. Because true warmth is cuddling with the person you love, regardless if it’s a bit awkward and uncomfortable.


“Ya elbows in me ribs, love.”

The slow muffled mumble of his lover’s voice makes Harry blink sleepily. He shifts the offending limb, though it feels made of concrete, beneath the cotton cloud of sheets. Smooth, cosy arms cuddle around him closer.


It’s an endless morning. Drifting in and out of the lace embrace of sleep, the strings of unconsciousness still tugging on foggy heads and lazy unopened eyes. The faint calls of morning birds that filter through the curtains with the streaky mid-morning sunshine. No alarms, no engagements- just languid, luxurious hours of dozing in bed, punctuated by caressing limbs and absent sleepy kisses.

Harry rolls over, flopping an arm out of the covers to draw his boy close, blindly carding a gentle hand through soft locks of hair. The musky, natural aroma of Eggsy, raw, glowing skin, both wakes him and sends him back under. An angel dozes before him, with a picture perfect bedhead, a dust pink blush of life tinting smooth, sculpted cheeks. A masterpiece, that was all Harry’s to admire.

Even if the young man’s knee was uncomfortably digging into Harry’s ribs. “Shift your knee, darling”.

“Mmm.” The knee is moved, and both men draw closer together, luxuriating in the simple pleasure of contact.

Claws tap on the wood floor of the hallway slowly, and the noise of the bedroom door being pushed open by a snuffling, wet nose is heard.

“C'mere, JB,” Eggsy murmurs, sluggishly tapping the bedcovers and he buries his face in Harry’s clavicle. A soft jingle and a muffled thump, and a furry little body curls up atop the duvet-draped pair contentedly.

These were the moments to be cherished. They might not even be moments, rather elongated seconds, minutes, hours, where one loses track of time. Where naught matters but the press of a lover’s frame, curled loosely around each other, limbs tangled in a symphony of hazy comfortability.

“Ya got major morning breath, sorry babe.” Eggsy snuggles away from Harry’s parted mouth, the elder man spooning him softly.

“Mmph. Your hair is in my mouth.”


My Resinsoul Mei’s Mori Girl inspired outfit is done, and I actually love it. It’s a bit bulky thanks to the underskirt, but I feel like it makes her head look a little more proportional to her body. I was also really embracing the lace, and asymmetry.

I have so much lace that I may start either taking orders for OOAK mori girl outfits, or just start making outfits to sell that fit MSD (or SD upon request)

Also her name is Sofie! She gets the honor of sitting by the TV while I play Skyrim.

His Humour (Rafe Adler X Reader)

I wanted to write a drabble exploring Rafe tryin to be funny 😂 it’s probably out of character but I enjoyed writing it anyway :P

It’s nine in the evening. Your face is buried in Rafe’s side and your legs are tangled. Your eyes are closed, and Rafe wonders what you’re thinking of.
‘You okay?’ He asks.
'Are you hungry?’
'Are you asleep?’
'You know I think we should have an open relationship, now we trust each other.’
Rafe snorts, and rolls you over so you’re on top, breathing softly. His fingers drum softly on your back as you lay there, staring at the ceiling. You rise and fall with his breathing. His mind was still active, his fingers itching to work. But when he looked down he couldn’t bring himself to move you. Rafe’s phone buzzed, and he held it up over his face while his thumbs tapped quickly at the keys.

'Am I crushing you?’ He heard you mumble, and he lets his phone drop onto the bed.
'Only a little.’
You move to lazily roll off his stomach before he catches you and rolls you right back on top.
'You’re so warm.’ He feels you move your head higher up his chest.
He smiles, 'are you going to worm your way all the way up my body?’
He lifts his head to look at you. You smirk into his shirt. He finds this side of you quite adorable, though he won’t be caught saying that word any time soon.
'I’ll take that as a yes.’ He lets his head fall back onto the pillows, and he lets out a long huff. Then he hears you giggle.
'It feels like a bouncy castle deflating.’
'I’ll refrain from ruining this moment with a dirty joke about bouncing on me.’
'Rafe, you just ruined it.’ You look at him and frown mockingly. 'I will wipe that smugness right off your face. You are far too happy with that joke.’
'I thought you liked my smug face.’
'I love your smug face.’
You tilt his chin slightly and run your thumb over his smile.
'But I like your “oh face” more.’ You wink. You see the faintest blush spread across his face then.
'Wow. Okay, dirty competition.’
You snort. 'You started it! You know I think you’re the only person who can make a perfectly innocent thing like a bouncy castle sound dirty. Like for god’s sake, Rafe.’
'It’s a gift.’ His hand follows the dip of your back. You grab his wrist, sit up and put his hand back in his lap.
'I know where that’s going.’ You say, and he sits upright, face to face with you.

His hands come to rest on your waist. He squeezes gently and it tickles, and you flinch. He’s wearing that smug face you love so much. He tickles you again, and you writhed in his lap. Your hands fail at pushing him back and away. He’s grinning as you laugh and squirm. You grip his wrists, and between your gasping laughs you can’t get out the word 'stop’. You squeal and scream his name, begging him to ease up. He does, but by the time that happens you’re on your back.
'Didn’t think you’d be screaming my name quite like that tonight, did you?’ He cocks an eyebrow.
'Oh my GOD, if I could see your brain it would be so dirty. Just… Pure filth, Rafe. What did you have for dinner. Was there an aphrodisiac in there? I’m never giving it to you again, the side effects are horrifying.’ You widen his left eye with your fingers. 'Where did Rafe go?’
He blinked and you moved your fingers.
'He’s on top of you. Again.’
You give him an unamused look.
'Funny. He’s usually in his office.’ You muse.
'He can have you in his office if you want.’ His head dips to smile against your lips.
'I don’t know. That’s Rafe’s hallowed ground.’ You leave light, fleeting kisses on his lips, always smiling.
'Not as sacred as what’s beneath him right now.’
You laugh softly, 'alright, smooth talker, you win.’
He lets out a low, satisfied hum, and an equally low 'yay’. That’s one more innocent thing he’s managed to turn dirty: 'yay’. You hook your legs around his hips and he lifts you both off the bed, and he makes a beeline for his office.
'Are you sure you’ll be able to work in here after this?’ You nibble gently at his neck as he carries you over, and his knees buckle slightly. He turns his head to keep your mouth busy on his, and before you know it you’re sitting on his desk, shirts slung over his computer monitor.

When you’re limp, and he’s tired, he slips his shirt over you to keep you a little warmer. 'The bedroom feels so far away.’ You say, taking his hands and wandering backwards to your room.
'Only because you can’t walk.’
'You look like you’re about to collapse yourself.’
Rafe blinks sleepily, and all you see is innocence. His eyelids are heavy, but his blue irises are still as vivid as ever. 'You look so wonderful when you’re sleepy.’ You slur slightly due to your own fatigue. He smiles, the crows feet at the corner of his eyes becoming more defined. This is how you know he’s truly smiling. 'I don’t tell you how handsome you are enough.’ You run a finger across his jawline. He pulls you close and lets his forehead gently thump against yours. 'Rafe?’
'You were kidding about the open relationship right?’ You grin.
'Well…’ He smiles and pretends to think.
'Well? Well??’ You bat his shoulder. 'You have a cruel sense of humour. Dirty and cruel.’
'But good-looking.’
'Very.’ Your arms hook around his neck to pull him down onto the bed. His arms wrap around your waist so your fronts are flush, and your legs are tangled again.
'Am I crushing you?’ He whispers against your neck.
'Little bit.’ You wheeze. 'I’m sure it’s all muscle mass though.’
'Of course.’ He rolls you both over, and you end up tucked into his side. You pull his phone out from underneath you, and realise he’s missed several calls. You hand it to him almost shyly, 'sorry.’
He scrolls through them, rolls his eyes and drops it onto the bedside table.
'Wish they’d give you a break.’ You trace shapes into his chest.
'Yeah.’ He becomes distracted for a moment.
'Hey,’ you flick him just hard enough to get his attention.
'You still here?’
'Yes, I’m still here. Though I do have to sleep, though. Sorry. Early morning.’ He kisses you and smiles one last time before closing his eyes and sleeping on his side. You admire his face, and the way his eyelashes still flutter when he dreams. His lips are parted and he feels so right next to you. His arm is draped over you, and you turn to face away in his embrace. You lace your fingers together and grin like a child. You let a soft 'love you’ escape your lips, before reaching down to grab the blanket and cover both your bodies. He tugs you closer. He deserves nothing more than peace now.


OC x Yoongi 
Three Word Prompt: Photographs, Storm, Flowers 
Soundtrack (x)
13/ ? of my drabble game
(a/n) shoot this is not a drabble…. well… enjoy photographer yoongi loves.. insp by this post  … can you freaking see how biased I am? yeah you can….

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Home sweet home

Lugging around your clothes for weeks, even months on end started to become a constant thing for you, walking through different airports every few days, driving through several towns in one night, constantly trying to fit everything back into the suitcase at many different hours was something you’d gotten used to. Well, so you made yourself believe. You sigh once more as you struggle to zip the suitcase up as its on the bed. “Do you want help?” Harry advances as he stands guard while you struggle, you shake your head- determined to do it yourself. You huff as you climb on the bed, climbing on the suitcase, trying to force the zip. After moments of trying and letting a few cuss words slip your lips, you give up and stand back up to your feet. As if right on queue Harry rolls his eyes and takes control of the situation, promptly placing the suitcase on the floor and zipping it up as if it was no struggle. “I thought you’d know by now that trying to force it closed on a bed isn’t helpful.” He chimes, as you grab your bag and pull it up your shoulder.
“Whatever.” You mumble, dragging your suitcase out the hotel door, sighing as you stand in the middle of the hallway, awaiting Harry to exit the room with the rest of the stuff. “Did you get the tickets?” He questions, closing the hotel room door, focusing his attention on you, awaiting an answer.
“They’re in my handbag, did you make sure to get the date right this time?” You question, referencing last nights debacle when he was in charge of departures and you both were trying to check into a flight unexpectedly twenty-four hours early. “I’m sorry I thought our flight was yesterday, I got my dates messed up.” He mutters as you both tug your things along, making your way to the elevator. “When’s the flight?” You ask, wanting to make sure he’s got everything right this time round. “The flight leaves at eleven, yes you can have the window sleep so you can sleep since it’s a night flight.” He sighs tediously as the elevator doors open. The quietness in the elevators at hotels are sometimes the closest thing to peacefulness you receive for hours on end. Once hitting airports and runways, peacefulness is not something either of you come across until you reach the next hotel room, and sometimes that takes over twenty-four hours. The elevator doors open and you’re exposed to the spacious hotel lobby that is motionless. In twelve hours this lobby will be filled with new guests eager to get to a room and relax after a long flight or drive. The sparse walk over the bridge to the airport is enough to make you want to complain to your boyfriend, but you keep it to yourself knowing he’s just as irritated and overfatigued as what you are, if not more. “Next time we are using one suitcase.” He mutters, “and if everything doesn’t fit then too bad.” He adds, huffing as he pulls a suitcase and carries the duffel bag. You chuckle composedly, finding it slightly cute that he’s agitated for no apparent reason besides the fact he’s pulling a suitcase. “Do you want me to take the bag?” You propose, feeling a little guilty considering it is mainly your items in the duffle bag.
“No, I’ve got it.” He shakes his head as you both step through the large glass doors of the airport. You both gaze at the departures board and a heavy huff escapes your lips.
“It’s bloody canceled.” You grouch mirthlessly, beginning to lose your patience with everything. “Damnit.” You heave a sigh, keeping your voice low, mindful of the people around you. Harry bites his lip before turning towards you, “what do you want to do?” He asks and you look up at him, unaware of what you actually want to do, part of you wants to curl up in a ball with a fluffy blanket and eat ice cream. “I want to sleep in my own bed and wake up in our apartment instead of a hotel room.” You murmur, looking back up at the departures board, hoping your flight will abruptly become available again. “You’re sick of it, aren’t you?” He gently asks,
“What?” You question, unsure of what he’s referring too.
“The traveling, you want to go home.” He sighs, causing you to look down at your feet. Of course you’re sick of it, it’s all you’ve both done for three months, travelling to the places he’s scheduled to visit, promoting himself, and doing interviews. “It’s okay, I rather stay with you.” You softly announce, putting aside the struggles of living from a suitcase and never staying longer the forty-eight hours at a location. “We can get the flight that is in six hours it’s a connecting flight, so what do you want to do until then?” You wearily ask, taking note that you can’t board a plane now until three in the morning and that’s if they have seats left. He shrugs, just as tired and clueless as what you are as you both stare up at the board that updates every few minutes. “There’s a flight leaving to Chicago in an hour, wanna get on it?” He questions with a serious face,
“Why Chicago?” You curiously ask, unaware of why he mentioned Chicago when there are many places listed on the board.
“You said you wanted to go to Chicago the other night, so let’s go.” He encourages, making you laugh.
“You have a press conference in forty-eight hours in New York, no.” You shake your head, reading the next set of flights, “there’s a flight for us leaving at six in the morning and it’s a direct flight,” you point out, beginning to wish you were in a bed, even a hotel bed would be fine. “Mhm, can you go find me a coffee while I check the bags in?” He affectionately requests and you pass off your suitcase to him, walking away to find the coffee shop in the airport. Of course it isn’t too hard to find, once you find the typical airport shops that contain the typical tourist items, you’ll swiftly find the perfectly brewed coffee and expensive fast food.

With a warm coffee in your hand, you stand in front of Harry as he glances down at his phone. “Three sugars, just how you like it.” You smile, handing him the coffee, he gives you a soft smile as he clasps it within his hand, “thank you, smells good.” He announces cheerfully and you give him a wearied nod. “Sleepy, huh?” He queries, seeming rather joyful considering the fact the flight was delayed and you’re both stuck in the airport until three in the morning or possibly later depending which flight he decided to get you both on. “Very, I don’t know how you do it.” You shake your head, amazed by how well he handles the constant flying and lack of sleep.
“The coffee helps and I’ve been doing this for years.” He responds, placing an arm around you. “But, we won’t have to do it much longer.” He gladly discloses,
“Yeah, we only have six more weeks.” You sigh, the next six weeks are going to drag on and on. “Eh, not exactly. We’re going home.” He responds and you shake your head,
“It’s not nice to tease people like that.” You mutter, a little irritated he would joke about such a thing,
“I’m serious, our flight is departing in two hours, heading straight home.” He explains, handing you the two tickets, “see.” He merrily smiles, catching you off guard,
“Wait, what about your schedule?” You instantaneously ask, not wanting to have to spend the next six weeks apart. “I’m cancelling it. Don’t worry about it.” He softly states, taking a sip of the coffee you gave him. “You do want to go home, right?” He questions and you nod your head. Of course you want to go home, but not at the expense of his job. “Good, we are going and we will be back in our apartment where we can sleep all day and have breakfast at six in the evening, and we do whatever the hell we want.” He joyously announces, a smile forming on your face.
“Aw, that sounds amazing.” You breathe a breath of relief, the thought of finally being in your own bed seems so magnificent.
“Mhm, if I’m feeling nice I might even wake up and make you you’re favourite breakfast.” He enlightens you, causing you to smirk,
“Double chocolate pancakes?” You ask, watching as he nods. “Mmm, and maybe if I’m feeling nice you’ll get a proper thank you.” You whisper, only teasing him a little. He lays his eyes on you, his eyes looking with a wide-eyed gaze at you and probably inappropriately undressing you.
“It’s not nice to tease me like that, especially when we haven’t joined the mile high club yet.” He utters in a low voice, “I heard there’s a special promotion to join the club.” He adds, causing you to chuckle.
“As great as that sounds, I’ll have to decline, promotional ads are not my thing.” You mischievously respond, watching as he pouts his lips. “Sorry ‘bout your luck, you’ll have to wait until I get my pancakes.” You add, kissing his cheek as he lets out a sigh.
“This flight can’t happen quick enough.” He mumbles, bringing you close into his embrace. You glance up into his loving eyes resisting his captivation. “Patience my love, patience.” You whisper, pecking his lips a few times before breaking the embrace and lacing your fingers with his. “Let’s go to the terminal.” You gesture, gently pulling him along ready to get back home.


Embrace classic elegance - delicate vintage inspired black lace and silk

26D to 34H

Composed of vintage inspired black lace and silk, Sophia embraces classic elegance. The non-padded lace cup sits gently against the skin creating a beautiful silhouette and a silk quarter cup overlay offers additional support and detail. The vintage inspired look can be completed with high-waist briefs and a classic suspender belt ensemble.


An Italy ficlet prompted by cheshirebandit’s accidentally hitting an s/o. 

The door closed heavily behind you, your weight slumped against the cool wood. Your bag slipped from your grasp, falling with a clamor to the floor. The newly freed hand lifted to massage your aching eyes. The chill of the night lingered in your shoulders.

‘Finally, finally home. Since when do traffic jams happen at eleven? How is there even enough traffic to jam? And fucking Steve screwing up this week’s trade reports before skiving off on vacation. Him and his goddamn ‘Electronics liberated couples’ retreat.’ Fuck that guy, seriously.’ Your miserable gaze fell on the bag. You should pick that up. The canvas tote was poised to spill any second. But that meant you needed to move.

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Hinata looked at the mirror and was sure she had gone insane.

She looked beautiful, oh yes she did.

The nightie she was wearing was… not her type of chothing. But the shop assistant  said that her boyfriend would l-o-v-e it so she bought it.

How could clothes made her feel so naked?

She waited patiently for Sasuke, so she could, well… enjoy the evening with him.


It didn’t take long.

Sasuke opened the door, the apartment silent but that was expected. Hinata would be reading or watching TV, and by the lack of noise, she must be doing the former.  He left his bag on the couch, and walked to their bedroom. He could already picture Hinata there, face in a book, looking cute and innocent like only she could…

Except that Hinata wasn’t in the bedroom either.  Sasuke heard some noise in the bathroom, and whithout noticing let a relieved sigh.

He sat on the bed and proceeded to undress when the door opened.

Hello, sexy man.”

Oh my Kami. There was Hinata, in the sexiest outfit he’d ever seen someone wearing. The deep v neck number was held only by thin straps on her shoulders, the lace top only hugged her breasts tightly. The rest of it was made of tulle, sheer and transparent, showing her perfect figure. Under it, a lace thong embraced her hips, covering only the necessary. That was certainly not the kind of clothes Hinata would choose. A big, great surprise. Hinata would never…

“Naruto that’s not funny.” Sasuke said, face turning into a serious mask. His best friend was known for his pranks. But he wouldn’t fall for it. Not now, not ever.

“What?”  Hinata was truly confused. What was Sasuke talking about?

“You can drop the justu. I know it’s you.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“B-but S-Sasuke!” Hinata was so very anxious now. Sasuke was really scary.

“NARUTO! Drop the jutsu now. Or else.” Chakra could be felt around the room, making her shiver, not the way she wanted.

She didn’t know what to do, so she did the one and only reasonable thing:

She fainted.


Hinata woke up to the apologetic face of her boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry Hinata. Naruto has been trying to get a prank on me the whole day.” He stroked her face gently. “Im so sorry.”

“That’s okay.”

“Well… if you are still in the mood…” Sasuke started, but didn’t finish. He knew he had ruined it. “Maybe we should just cuddle.”

“Yeah,” she said softly, while he spooned her. “Happy birthday, Sasuke.”


I don’t even know what is this… Oh, and never mind it’s (just a little)late.

klarolineforevermine  asked:

kc+ “I let you have a few sheets of darkroom photo paper, to pay me back you offered to model privately for my Studio Photography assignment” AU

Let’s treat this one as being in the same universe as the previous one that I just wrote. Rated M, consider yourselves warned.

“Hey.” She goes up on tip toe to press a gentle kiss to her boyfriend’s jaw line.

Klaus smiles at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing his lips into her hair. He’d been staring moodily at the corkboard filled with his photographs for a solid five minutes now and she still couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him.

“What can I do for you?” He asks quietly, turning his gaze back to the board.

“Can I borrow a few sheets of photo paper please?” She asks innocently as he turns that intense gaze on her. She loves it when he’s in the zone like this.

“Let me guess sweetheart, you chose your rent over photography supplies again.” Klaus quips knowingly as she rolls her eyes. “There’s some in my bag. Take whatever you need.” He adds with a kind smile.

“Thanks. Is there anything I can do to pay you back?”

Usually Klaus waves her off with a smile and a no but the strange look on his face is one that usually spells out trouble for her.

“Actually there might be something that you can help me with.” He begins hesitantly. “But only if you want to.”

“Of course.” She replies immediately.

Klaus takes her hand, running a thumb over the back of it.

“I have an assignment for studio photography. It’s fairly open to interpretation, but the theme I was given was ‘ecstasy’” Klaus pronounces lightly.

“Okay. What does it involve?” She asks curiously, because Klaus was nothing if not creative when it came to his assignments.

Klaus presses a brief kiss to her lips.

“How about you come around tonight and I’ll talk you through it? If you’re willing we can start then.”

“Okay.” She remarks with a laugh. “Do you need me to bring anything?”

Klaus looks thoughtful for only a second before replying.

“Just your gorgeous self. And some sexy lingerie.”


It’s with some trepidation that she knocks on the door to Klaus’ place. Similar to Bonnie, he was renting out a gorgeous loft space with plenty of space and light.

Klaus opens the door, pulling her into a kiss immediately.

“Hi beautiful. Thanks for coming.”

“Of course.” She replies, letting him help her with her coat. She smiles at his sharp intake of breath as he spots the tight silk and lace dress that she’s wearing, the heels that she’d paired it with making her legs look a mile long.

“You look gorgeous. Can I get you something to eat or drink?” Klaus asks, tugging her gently towards the lavish double bed. She blinks in surprise at the crisp white sheets, used to seeing blue plaid or even black.

“I’m good. Now tell me, what did you have in mind for your shoot?” She asks coyly, walking her fingers up his chest. He catches them with a somewhat regretful smile.

“Not a lot if you keep doing that sweetheart.” He says with a soft laugh. He takes a giant step back, putting some distance between them.

“Tell me.” She commands, perching on the edge of the bed and crossing one leg over the other. Klaus’ eyes widen as her dress rides up at the movement.

Klaus clears his throat and begins to talk. Her eyes widen slightly at what he has planned, tasteful shots of her in the throes of passion, dressed in lingerie and stretched out on his bed.

“Will anyone see these?” She asks, because yeah, it’s sort of a legitimate question.

“Just Meredith.” He replies immediately, referring to their lecturer.

She arches a single eyebrow but nods her assent.

“And how do you propose to capture me ‘in the throes of passion’ if you’re behind the camera?” She asks curiously.

“With this actually.” He produces the mini vibrator and the remote control from his back pocket.

Being with Klaus had sort of been like a sexual awakening for her. She had a vibrator in the bottom drawer of her nightstand, and used it regularly enough, but it had been Klaus that had introduced toys to their sex life, and she hadn’t complained a bit.

He’d used dildos and vibrators on her, and she’d explored her wilder side with some roleplay and some more daring lingerie. It had made her more confident, both in bed and out of it.

“Are you game?” Klaus asks challengingly, and her lips curl into a smile as she stands, sauntering over to him and plucking the mini vibrator from his hand.

“Hell yeah I’m game.”


She eyes herself off in the mirror, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. She contemplates taking her heels off but decides against it. They do make her legs look amazing.

She’d decided on red and black lace, embracing her vampier side with a plunging cleavage and barely there panties. She had several more sets in her bag, in case Klaus decided that he wanted another colour on her.

She fingers the mini vibrator gently, shivering in anticipation at the possible pleasure that it might bring. She and Klaus hadn’t experimented with this particular type yet, Klaus preferring to be more hands on when they’re in bed together.

Without a second thought she nestles the vibrator in her panties, making sure that it pressed up against her clit.

She gets to witness Klaus stunned into silence when she finally steps out of the bathroom and back into the loft. It’s not often that he’s caught off surprise, and he swallows audibly as she crosses the short distance to perch on the end of the bed.

“Where do you want me?” She asks with a wicked grin as she perches on the edge of the bed once more.

“Laying back against the pillows.” Klaus replies roughly. “Shoes off.” He adds, almost as an afterthought.

She does as she is bid, kicking off her black heels and arranging her hair over Klaus’ pillow. Klaus hops up onto the bed next to her, kneeling over her as he holds a light meter next to her head. She nips at his wrist playfully as he smiles at her.

“Perfect.” He murmurs to himself as he stares down at her. “You look amazing.” He adds.

“Well you better hurry up and take these photographs.” She remarks playfully, yawning into her fist. “Your bed is so comfy I might just fall asleep.”

Klaus just shakes his head.

“Oh sweetheart. Trust me, there’ll be plenty of time for sleep once we’re through.”


“It begins with a gentle but insistent buzzing against her clit. It’s not enough to make her hips rocket off the bed just yet, but it’s still pleasant. She stretches her arms over her head and lets out a content sigh, totally ignoring the soft click of the camera.

“Spread your legs for me Caroline.” Klaus murmurs. She complies, running a gentle hand over her breasts, toying with the lace and silk covering her mounds.

Another two clicks.

“God you look gorgeous. All spread out and waiting for me.” Klaus murmurs as he points the lens of the camera at her torso, clicking away. He reaches into his pocket and fumbles with the remote.

“Well you better hurry up so you can join me.” She gasps out at the change of rhythm against her clit, legs snapping shut as she arches her back.

“Soon.” Klaus promises. “are you okay?” He asks gently.

She nods, unable to form a coherent sentence over the sensations the toy is pulling from her.

“Rest a hand over your stomach.” Klaus instructs, snapping away as she does so. He pauses for a moment looking back over some of his shots and adjusting the settings of his camera.

“Klaus come on.” She almost whines, so close but not quite there, vibrator thrumming quite insistently against her clit, keeping her near the edge but not quite tipping her over just yet. It’s exquisite and excruciating all at once, and the heat in Klaus’ eyes as he watches her writhe and moan makes things worse rather than better.

“Just a few more shots sweetheart.” Klaus promises as he bends over her once more.

She doesn’t even see him press the remote, but all of a sudden her hips are rocketing off the bed and she’s letting out a long moan as she bites her lips at the new sensation.

Her orgasm comes over her suddenly, and the insistent clicking tells her that Klaus has captured every single frame of it. She’s curious to see what it’ll look like on film.

The vibrator stops suddenly and Klaus is on her, ripping her panties from her hips and shrugging off his own clothes. She watches him roll on a condom, hitching her leg over his hip and plunging into her to the hilt, seating himself fully.

He doesn’t give her time to recover from the sudden intrusion, after effects of her orgasm still washing over her as she buries her head into the crook of his neck.

He sets a punishing pace, thrusting into her just this side of rough. She likes it though, digging her feet into his butt, urging him on as she chases a second orgasm.

The tell tale tension builds in her stomach, and she arches her hips off the bed, chasing that feeing of nirvana that he always gives her.

She sees stars as she falls apart in his arms, and the sound of his name seems to urge him on as he adjusts his angle and slams into her, gripping her hips tightly and impaling her on him with every thrust.

One orgasm rolls into two, and finally, Klaus’ body stiffens for an instant as he murmurs her name against her skin, ragged moan vibrating against her collarbone.

She cards a hand through his sweaty hair as he comes back down to Earth, pulling out and rolling onto his back.

He winces as he reaches down and pulls off the condom, planting his feet on the ground as he disappears into the bathroom to clean up.

To her disappointment when he reappears he’s got on a fresh set of boxers and his face is regretful when he bends down to pick up her now ruined panties.

“Sorry. I liked these ones.”

“I can always get some more.” She allows with a tilt of her head, unclasping her bra and accepting the shirt he brings her from his wardrobe.

Klaus looks slightly disappointed when she pulls it on over her head, watching as the hem settles around her thighs.

Klaus moves to snatch up his camera.

“Do you want to see how they turned out?” Klaus asks curiously as she shakes her head, sauntering towards him.

He lets her pull the camera from his grasp, gently setting it down before pushing him back towards the bed.

He sits down on the edge of it, eyeing her off somewhat warily as she kneels before him and peels back the hem of his boxers.

“Later. Right now I’ve got plans for you.”

“How was lunch with Lanie?” Castle asks when he sees her striding back into the bullpen.

Kate narrows her eyes at him as she moves closer to her desk. “Don’t you usually wait for me to call you with a body before you show up here?”

“Usually,” he answers, leaning back in his chair. “But I figured now that Gates knows about us, I’m in the clear.”

“Avoiding writing again, huh?” she smirks, sinking down into her desk chair.

Castle clears his throat. “So anyway, how was lunch?”

“Ridiculous,” she mutters, pulling up some files on her computer. “This couple at the table next to us got engaged and the manager gave them their meal for free. You’ve been engaged twice, does that usually happen?”

“I’ve never proposed in a restaurant before. I wouldn’t know. I’m game to try it out though if you are.”

Her fingers still on her computer and she slowly turns her head to look at him. “Are you -”

“No! Not that I wouldn’t, but well, yes, umm,” Castle stammers on, clearly flustered. “What I meant was, it might be kind of fun to fake propose all around town and see what kind of free stuff we get in return. You know, fun date night idea and all.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Oh this is so happening when my shift ends. Let’s just hope we don’t get another body between now and then.”

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