like her smile makes me melt

I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK

EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES

IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.

THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP

AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND 

SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?

OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.

AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.

SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG

HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT? 

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.

AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.

THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS

WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!

I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!

TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.

AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS

AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.

AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS

AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.

THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL

BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK) 

SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS

AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM  AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER

LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL

AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS  LOLOLOL

THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT

*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK

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In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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Humans are weird: The lost colony

*Quick note before I start: This is the first installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

An adult Turic sits behind a desk jotting down notes as a recorder takes down the interview for future analysis.
“I understand that this entire ordeal has been stressful for you and your fellow colonists but due to your unique situation we would like to use this opportunity to better understand human culture. Please let me know if we need to stop or if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
The human, a younger female by the name of Kiara fidgets in her seat.
“No, I’m fine, I just haven’t ever seen an alien before. Hell, until a few months ago no one had ever heard anything but legends of people from outer space.”
The Turic looks down at his notes as he tries to reconcile this information.
“According to our research it says that your colony was originally founded just over 500 Sols ago. Are you saying that in that short amount of time your colony’s knowledge of spacefaring and other sapient races was erased?”
“I guess? What’s a Sol though? How long would that be?”
“Oh, a unit of time measurement based on the solar rotation of your home world. Prior to your race’s colonization of other worlds you referred to it as a year. For reference, you are estimated to be 22 Sols old.”
“Then yeah, that makes a lot of sense. We didn’t really have permanent settlements and had to keep moving. One of the older stories said that we came to our world in a fiery ship and that the remains of it could be found out in the wastes once a cycle. That’s what we call it when the Thaw comes back to the same point.”
“I have heard some of the other colonists mention this Thaw. This is the name for the habitable zone in which your colony exists, correct?”
“Yeah, you live in the Thaw, you move with the Thaw. The Thaw keeps you from burning or freezing as long as you work with it. It protects you, feeds you and keeps you alive, but it always moves so you need to move with it.”

The Turic frantically scribbles notes on its data pad.
“Fascinating. It appears as though your civilization has come to mythologize a natural phenomenon the way your ancestors on earth frequently would. Your colony was founded on a planet that was almost what we would call tidally locked. In essence one side of it always faced your neighboring star and it rotated as it spun around it so that the same side always faced it at all times. However the spin was off by a small fraction so that the planet gradually rotated to have a day/night cycle, but this cycle was so slow that it took roughly 50 Sols for a single rotation. This would have made for a narrow band of surviveable temperatures but one that was constantly shifting albeit at a slow pace.”
Kiara stared blankly at the Turic.
“Sorry, that went a little over my head. What I think I caught from that though is that one side of my world faced the light and one side faced the dark and we lived in the space between. Which yeah, that’s the Thaw.”
“I apologize, this is fascinating for me, I’m just curious as to how or why your people took what appears to be such a large step backwards in their technological capabilities.”
“Well, like I said, some of our stories say that we came from a fiery ship and that it can be found in the wastes. If my people really did come from another world, maybe we crashed and our technology broke. We do tend to keep on the move and we usually leave things behind when they break and can’t be fixed. I wasn’t old enough to remember seeing the great ship when my parents took me there and it was taken by the scorch a long time ago.”

The Turic stared at his data pad wondering how he would even begin to unravel all of this.
“Well, hopefully we can find some solid answers to this mystery someday, but I would like for you to tell me more about your colony. What is life like on your world?”
Kiara straightened up in her seat and smiled.
“My name is Kiara Williams. I’m a frost melt like my mother and father before me. We work on the very edge of the Thaw to make sure that the glaciers, mountains and streams run in the right ways when it comes time for the Thaw to reach them in full. We scout lands in the cold to find new sites for villages. We dig breaks in the ice to make sure that the largest sheets fall away from farms and villages. It’s bitter cold and dangerous work but it’s important and sometimes exciting.”
The Turic stared in an expression that would have been the human equivalent of slack-jawed.
“You colony had the technological equivalence of pre-industrialization. Are you saying that your people geoformed an ice world to ensure proper farmland using little more than steel tools and furs?”
“Well there are plenty of other jobs too. My brother is a farmer out in the warmer parts of the Thaw and I have a cousin who lives on the other end of it as a waste reclaimer.”
“And what is it that your cousin does?”
“He goes out into the scorch looking for broken things that can be fixed or things that were left behind by accident. Most people say that’s not a job for an honest person, but he has a real knack for finding stuff to sell. I heard he even managed to find a few relics off the great ship.”
The Turic made a note to track down this cousin immediately.
“Are those the only professions available?”
“Of course not. There’s bakers and builders and law makers but we do have to keep moving with the Thaw so most of us try not to stay in one place too long. It doesn’t help to get too attached. We can usually only get 3 or 4 harvests out of a plot of land before it gets too hot to grow. That’s why frost melts like me are so important to help scout the farms in advance.”

The Turic glanced at the blinking light on his recorder that was letting him know that his allotted time was nearly up.
“I’ll need to let you get back to your family unit soon, but is there anything else you can tell me about your colony or its culture?”
Kiara sighed. “Not really. Being a frost melt, I spend most of my days surrounded by ice as far as the eye can see. It’s strange and beautiful though. There’s massive mountains made of nothing but ice and I know that if I simply walk for a few hours towards out into the frost it would be cold enough to kill, but I know that I’m the one who gets to tame it. At times when the wind is calm I can breath the cold in deep and look out to the stars and wonder what it would be like to explore them too.”
Kiara looked down at her feet self consciously and laughed.
“I guess I can actually get to do that now huh?”
The Turic adopted the human expression of a smile.
“There is a lot of unexplored space out there. I’m sure the human race would be proud to have you back to help them seek it out.”

“Does he make you happy like I did?” His posture , leaning slackly against the brick wall, gave every indication of indifference but his eyes pleaded with her.

“Well,” she pauses, shaking her head at the ground, “he makes me happy. It’s… Different.” He asks how with the mere raise of his eyebrows. “You made me feel everything so deeply. He makes me happy. Like… Ugh.”

His lips curve up into a smirk. He always thought she looked most gorgeous when frustrated. “Just try to explain it.” He shifts his posture slightly, crossing his arms and legs.

“He’s safe and steady. He calls when he says he will. He shows up on time, for the most part. He smiles at me like I’m a poor man’s diamond. He really loves me and he’s overall, perfect. But you.” She looks up at him with bright eyes and a smile that melts his hardened exterior. He both loved her and hated her for being able to do that. “You were a fire. No. More than that. You were the wildfire. Crazy and out of control. You made me lose myself, simultaneously creating a frenzy and a calm. It was fire and passion and… And…” She pauses and toes the red bricks with her sneaker. Her fingers rake through her hair as she releases a long-held sigh. “He makes me happy. It’s just different. He’s safe, and you’re danger.”

He steps toward her, not exactly knowing what he was planning to do. His rough hand sweeps her hair from her eyes. “Look at me.” She does, and that’s the moment she knew. No matter how much she loved the other guy it would never be the same.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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Hii, so this is the fourth and final part of my break series. Thank you so much for your amazing messages and for reading it. I hope you like this part as well.❤

What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape. 
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-” 
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.” 
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.” 
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”
“Baby, I literally have no idea what’s going on right now.”
He took a few steps in her direction but stopped when he caught her warning glare.
“Tell me what I’ve done wrong.” he pleaded.
He just wanted to hug her. His fingertips were aching to touch her, his lips yearning for hers.
“You ignored me. Completely.” she huffed.
“But I thought that was the purpose of this break? To get away from each other and not talk for a while?”
“But not like that! You know how fucking worried I am every single time you’re in New York! This city is absolutely crazy and so many disgusting things happened to you there already. And this time as well! You don’t even know how goddamn worried I was, it would have been nice to let me know you were okay. And then I texted you after your performance and you didn’t reply! I waited days for you to just text a ‘thanks’ back, but you ignored it. And it hurt.” her last words were a small whimper, her bottom lip wobbling.
“Oh, darling.” Harry sighed.
He carefully got closer to her and when he was sure she wouldn’t push him away he wrapped his arms tightly around her shaking form and pressed her to his chest. Her arms slung around his waist and her hands fisted the material of his white shirt.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. So sorry.” Harry whispered against the top of her head and pressed countless kisses against her hair.
“It h-hurt so much.” she sobbed against his chest and his heart broke, he could feel it.
He sighed again and pulled her closer if that was even possible.
When she calmed down a bit and the sobs subsided he took hold of the backs of her thighs and lifted her up to sit her down on the kitchen table. He moved a chair so he could sit in front of her and took her hands gently in his.
“I didn’t mean to ignore you. After we saw each other at Gemma’s I didn’t know what to do or how to act. I didn’t want to leave and I certainly didn’t want to go back to complete silence between us. And then you called and told me what happened with that son of a bitch and even though I told you everything was okay it hurt so bad. The thought that he touched you and that I wasn’t the last person you kissed killed me. And maybe I was a bit mad so I didn’t keep you updated. But I never got any texts from you.”
“You told me you weren’t mad.”
“I know, and I wasn’t. Not at you. But I kinda took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you feel bad for lying to me?” she asked after a moment and yanked her hands away from his.
“W-What?”
“Of course you’ve gotten my texts! I texted you right after the show was over! And my phone said you got it.”
“I swear to god baby, I never got a text from you. ”
“Show me your phone.” she demanded.
At first he wanted to protest because he didn’t know what would happen if he really got her text and ignored it. But he knew he couldn’t deny her now, she’d think he was hiding something. So he fished for his phone in his jeans pocket and handed it to her. She typed in his password and he saw the relief on her face when it still was the same code. The day they got together.
It took her a few second to open up his messages and scroll through them until she found her texts and then it was obvious why he didn’t text back. There were at least hundred people he texted back and another seventy he didn’t even open, at the very bottom hers.
“Oh.” she breathed.
“Hm?”
She sighed and showed him his phone. He closed his eyes briefly and took the phone away from her to place it on the table.
“So many people texted me, love. I didn’t check my phone until the morning after and then I had around 200 messages, I’m sorry I didn’t see yours.”
“No, s'okay.”
“It isn’t, should have checked if you texted me or not but I was scared you didn’t watch it.”
“Of course I did. Stayed up until morning for you.” she smiled softly.
“And I appreciate that. And I love that you were the very first person who texted me, really means a lot to me.”
This time it was her who reached out to touch him, her fingers threading through his.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was okay after the little incident with those girls.”
“Were you?” she asked and the concern was clear in her voice.
“Okay, I mean.”
He hesitated for a moment before he nodded.
“Was a bit scary but I had bodyguards with me and they didn’t do anything bad, only wanted pictures.”
“But it wasn’t okay. I can’t understand how they could treat you like that, like you were an object and they had the right to get a picture with you.” she shook her head.
“It’s over now, yeah? Don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”
She nodded and gave his hand a squeeze to which he replied with a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“I’m also sorry I didn’t let you know when I came home but I was scared they found out my flight information and the airport would be crowded. Didn’t want you to get into danger for me. And I didn’t come home straight away because it was midnight when I left the airport and I didn’t want to wake you so I thought I’d come over in the morning and make you breakfast.” he smiled softly and her heart was melting for him.
This time she lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed each knuckle.
“Thank you. I really appreciate you looking out for me like that.”
“Always, my love.”
“Can we have breakfast now? I’m starving.”
Harry laughed and nodded, making her sit down on a chair and serving her the food he prepared.

They talked about anything and everything while eating, just not about the important things. It was like they were both tiptoeing around the one subject that kept them up at night for the last few weeks.
At some point it was impossible to ignore it though. They cleaned the table and put away the dirty dishes and were now sitting across from each other at the table again. This situation was unfortunately familiar, this was how this all started.
“So I guess we have to talk, yeah?” Harry asked nervously with a shaky voice and eyes that didn’t dare find hers.
“Yeah.” Y/N breathed.
“I’ll start, okay?”
She nodded and took a deep breath, trying to brace herself for what was about to come.
“Before we took this break so many things went wrong. We didn’t talk to each other and when we did we were yelling. I don’t know where it all went wrong and I don’t know how I could let it get that far. I always swore to myself to never hurt you and to love you every second of every day and I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second. But I hurt you. I hurt you over and over again. And I don’t think I can forgive myself for that.”
Tears were streaming down his face and dripping down onto his thighs. The shakiness of his voice interrupted him every few seconds.
Y/N gasped at his last words, the fear that she tried to push away came back full force. He couldn’t forgive himself?
“What do you mean by that?”
He took a deep breath and reached out for her hands.
“I don’t know if it would be fair to you if we keep going and forget about all that’s happened. I broke your heart, love. How is this going to work when I’ve broken your heart?”
“We won’t forget about it, Harry. Yes, you’ve hurt me with what you’ve said but I hurt you as well, don’t try to deny that. I broke your heart when I suggested the break, and I broke your heart when I told you about Tim. We both are hurt and maybe it’s not fair to each other when we keep going but do you want to break up? Because I don’t.”
“Of course not.” he shook his head.
“Great.” she said relieved.
Harry laughed softly and stroked over her knuckles with his thumb.
“C'mere.” he whispered and tugged on her hand softly.
She hesitantly stood up from her chair and walked over to him where she sat down on his lap, her knees against his hips. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
“Do you think we can fix this?” she asked after a moment.
“I mean… It’s gonna be hard but I’m sure we’ll get through this. We love each other, right?”
“Yes.” she nodded.
“Then we can do it.” he smiled at her lovingly.
She leaned against him so her head was right at the place where his neck met his shoulder, her favorite place. She wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed him in. He did the same, he pulled her even tighter against him and nuzzled her hair with his nose.
“This break was a nightmare.” she sighed.
“God, yes. It was hell.” he agreed.
“Do you think it helped us?”
“A bit, I think.” he said and pressed a kiss against her head.
“I think we were able to think everything through and realize what’s important.”
“Yeah.” she nodded against his shoulder.
“Missed you like crazy, even though you’ve been an ass before.”
He chuckled lowly and squeezed her lightly.
“Missed you even though you’ve been a pain in the ass.”
She pulled back to look at him and grinned. Harry moved one hand to cup her cheek and stroke her skin with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered close at the contact and her breathing stopped for a second.
“Haven’t kissed me hello yet.” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
Her eyes opened again and now they looked a bit glassy and droopy, his touch did that to her.
She leaned in and waited until he did the same, meeting each other in the middle. Their lips brushed against each other’s and Harry watched how her eyes closed. He pulled her face closer until their lips were pressed together in a gentle kiss that made them both sigh against each other. Y/N was almost overwhelmed at how close she was to him, she could feel his breath against her skin and the only thing she felt and smelled was him.
The kiss wasn’t urgent or fast, it was loving and slow and filled with every emotion they felt towards each other. When they parted she didn’t have enough yet, her lips searched his immediately again and she kissed them countless times.
“God, I missed being close to you.” he breathed when they’ve finally parted, both gasping for air.
“Harry?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Take me to bed.”
Harry removed his hands from her face and she watched how his eyes widened with shock and his lips parted in surprise.
“Love, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
Her face fell immediately and tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffed and tried to get off his lap but Harry stopped her by grabbing her wrists.
“Hey, no. You understood that wrong. I just mean that we’ve just made up and I don’t know if sex is such a good idea for us now.”
“Make up sex? Harry, I missed you so much and now that I’ve finally got you back I just want to be as close to you as possible. Please.” she almost begged.
Harry stared at her for a moment and he had to admit he wanted her too. He sighed and nodded. He made her arms wrap around his neck, grabbed the backs of her thighs and stood up with her. He carried her to their bedroom, where he hasn’t been for a whole month.
He gently lied her down on the bed and just admired her for a moment. His fingertips stroked over her soft skin, fist her forehead then her nose and then over her lips.
“Make love to me.” she whispered softly and pressed a kiss to his fingertip.
His eyes snapped to hers and they immediately softened when he saw the tears in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her lips, taking his time with every stroke of his tongue.

Harry took his time with everything, he undressed her so slowly she was almost getting impatient. Every kiss to her skin lasted longer than normal, every touch feeling more intense and making her shiver.
She took her time as well, kissing every inch of his body and making him writhe and moan underneath her.
When they were both finally naked they didn’t waste anymore time with foreplay, Harry connected them with one thrust of his hips. It was a shock to her at first and she gasped but she got used to his size very quickly.
They kept kissing and whispering sweet ‘I love you’s the whole time. At one point Harry took hold of one of her hands and threaded his fingers through hers. His other hand wandered over her back to her thigh, where he made her leg bent up and her knee touch her breast so he could reach deeper.
It didn’t take them long to reach their peak, both grinding against each other and moaning how close they were and when it finally happened it was overwhelming. They came together, at the same time and with such force that they both couldn’t help but moan out loud.

When they caught their breath again and came down from their highs they were lying so close that every inch of their bodies were touching. Harry kept on stroking her back, making her shiver every once in a while. Y/N pressed countless kisses against his chest, loving the way his muscles tensed every time.

“I was thinking…” Harry whispered after a while.
“Hm?”
“We should go away together. For a few days.”
Y/N lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him, her lips stretched with a smile.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Something private. A place where we feel at home.” he grinned mischievously.
“Your mums?” she gasped excited.
“Mhm.” he hummed with a big smile taking over his features.
“Yes. Hundred times yes.” she giggled.
“I know you love it there. And Holmes Chapel is a very special place for us, isn’t it?”
His hand reached up to stroke her hair away from her face and his fingertips traced her smiling lips.
“It’s so special, Harry.” she whispered.
And it was true. Even though it wasn’t her home it became her second home over the last few years. They spent a lot of time there, especially in the beginning of their relationship. The first ‘I love you’ was shared there. It got really serious between them when they’ve first been there. It’s their happy place. The place where they feel the closest.
“Already told mum we would come over, she’s so looking forward to seeing you. She missed you. Think she missed you more than me.” he fake pouted.
She giggled softly before her face fell and her brows furrowed lightly.
“Does she know what happened between us?”
“Yes.” he sighed and cupped her cheek in his hand.
“Had to tell her, didn’t I? Was screaming at me when I finished, told me to fix it and not come home until we made up.”
She breathed a soft laugh and shook her head.
“That so sounds like your mum.”
“She’s not mad at you in any way. Nothing to worry about.” he reassured her.
“S'good. Was a bit scared. I’m still scared to be honest.”
“About what?” he asked in a whisper. She sat up completely, pulling the sheets with her so she could cover herself up. Harry sat up as well, his face showing concern.
“It’s just… As you said, is it fair to each other when we keep going?”
Harry searched her face, looking for any other emotion than the pure insecurity that her features showed.
“You said you don’t want to break up.”
“I know and I don’t. I’m just scared that we won’t be able to forget what happened and then we start to resent each other.”
“Baby…” Harry sighed and pulled her to him.
He hugged her around her shoulders and pressed countless kisses to the top of her head.
“It’s going to be hard to fight through this and forgive each other but I know we’ll make it. What we have is so special and unique. We’re so close and we love each other so much. We will get through this and in the end we’ll be even stronger, okay? We just have to work on our issues and then everything will be fine.”
A sigh left her lips and she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Can you promise me something?” she asked.
“Anything.”
“Don’t let me go.”
Harry knew she meant right now and the future. And he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let go of the tight grip he had on her now and he won’t let go of her in the future.


•••


“Babe! Are you ready?” Harry yelled from downstairs.
“Just a second.” she shouted back from their bedroom.
She came running down the stairs a few moments later, tripping over her own feet on the last few steps and she would have fallen down if Harry hadn’t caught her.
“Careful, darling.”
She grinned at him and grabbed onto his shoulders.
“Alright, so I think I have everything. I have my phone, the charger, makeup, clothes, shampoo, toothbru-”
Harry interrupted her with a hard kiss that made her shriek against him. He’s done that a lot over the past few days, at least ten times that day.
“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself.” he smirked.
“I swear you’ll kill me these days.” she breathed.
Harry chuckled and grabbed her hand.
“C'mon now. Don’t want to keep my mum waiting.”
He tugged on her hand gently and lead her out of the house, opening the car door for her and letting her get inside.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous during the drive. It felt like the first time they made their way to Cheshire, and she was practically shaking with nerves. She was scared that Harry’s mum wouldn’t be that relaxed about all this. Of course, it was none of her business but still. She was scared of too many questions because she knew that could make them doubt everything again.
Harry noticed her nerves, she was constantly squirming in her seat and never sitting still for longer than a minute.
“Baby, I told you there’s nothing to worry about.”
“I can’t help it.” Y/N sighed.
“Darling, my mum loves you. Always has and always will.”
“And that’s exactly what I’m scared about! What if she changed her mind about me? Anne is so important to me, Harry. I don’t think I could take it if she didn’t like me anymore.”
“Sweetheart…” Harry breathed and grabbed her hand.
“My mum could never think any less of you. You’re like a second daughter to her. She loves you.”
And with a squeeze to her hand he signaled for her to drop the subject.



It took another few hours until they finally parked in front of the house which looked more like home than the house they shared in London.
As soon as they slammed the car doors shut the front door opened and Anne came running down the stairs.
“Oh, you’re here!”
She wrapped Y/N in a tight hug, almost crashing her but she didn’t mind one bit.
“I haven’t seen you in so long, darling. Oh goodness, I’ve missed you.” she almost cried, her arms constantly rubbing over Y/N’s back.“
“I missed you too.”
Anne pulled back from their embrace with a wide smile and tears brimming her eyes. Her hands cupped her cheeks and wiped at Y/N’s cheeks where tears were streaming down.
“Everything’s going to be alright, okay?” Anne whispered so lowly only Y/N could here.
She nodded as response and smiled warmly at Anne.
“Great to see you too, mother. I missed you a whole lot too… mother.” Harry said dramatically with as much sarcasm as he could muster up.
Anne laughed softly and made her way over to her son. She hugged him as tight as possible without hurting him.
“Don’t call me mother, sounds terrible.”
Harry chuckled and squeezed her tightly.
“Missed you, mum.”
“I missed you too, baby.”
Robin came out then, confused as to why they weren’t coming inside but the sight explained it all.
“Hello, love.” he spoke gently and engulfed Y/N in a tight hug.
“Hi, Robin.” she greeted him.
“You okay?” he asked when he pulled back and saw the tear stains.
“Yeah.” she nodded and smiled softly.
Robin squeezed her shoulders before he let go of her and looked at Harry.
“Hi, idiot.” he said jokingly.
“Hello, Robin.” Harry chuckled.


They brought their bags inside, putting them down in Harry’s childhood bedroom. Y/N felt nostalgia hitting her as soon as she opened the door. The bed where he said ‘I love you’ for the fist time. The smell that never seemed to leave this room and made her feel so at home because it was his smell.
“Everything okay, love?” Harry asked her when she wouldn’t move and stood there as if lightning struck her.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Hey…” he said softly and turned her around, lacing his fingers through hers and lifting his free hand to her cheek to make her look at him.
“What’s going on?” he pressed.
She shook her head and diverted her eyes to the floor.
“Darling.” he whispered and lifted her head with two fingers underneath her chin.
“It’s just… Every time we’ve been here we’ve been so incredibly happy. There’s no other place where I feel this close to you. What if that is gone?”
Harry searched her eyes and saw the worry and trouble in them.
“Nothing’s gone, baby. It might take a bit of time to come back but this is still our happy place. You have to stop doubting everything. Just have trust in us. In our love.”
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments and then nodded. He was right. Of course he was.
“Okay.”
Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose and then to her lips. Over and over again he covered her mouth with his, letting his lips stroke over hers.
“Mum probably wonders what we’re doing.” he said after they spent minutes like that.
“Probably.” Y/N agreed.
“C'mon. Let’s go downstairs.”


The day they spent with Anne and Robin was paradise. They cooked together, played scrabble and talked about anything and everything. But her favorite part was probably when they went for a walk and Harry wrapped his arm so tightly around her waist they were almost tripping over each other’s feet. They were walking in front of Anne and Robin but they didn’t care that they showed more PDA than ever before in front of them.
They had fun. Just like every time, Harry showed her the bakery he worked at with his standard words: ‘you’re dating a baker, love’. Just like every time, he showed her his old school. And just like every time, he showed her the tree where he had his first kiss at and just like every time, he teased her about the tiny bit of jealously that creeped over her face at the thought of him kissing another girl.
It was like the old days. They were happy and carefree and… close.


The evening was almost intimate. But not in a naughty way, no. In the most innocent way ever.
They were all sitting in front of the tv, Y/N and Harry snuggled together so close underneath a warm blanket. Harry had both arms wrapped around her body, one around her shoulders and one around her waist, his fingers stroking her over the hoodie she stole from him. Her face was pressed into the place where his neck met his shoulder and her legs were in between his.
Closer wasn’t possible.
And the best thing was that it also felt like they couldn’t get any closer emotionally.


•••


“Babe!”
“Baaaabeee!”
“BAAABYYYYY!”
His voice cracked and broke at the end, his giggle reaching her ears.
He wasn’t beside of her for sure or else she would be deaf because of the volume of his voice. She pouted when she felt the cold sheets beside her, no trace of him but his smell. She stood up and grabbed the hoodie he’s been wearing the day before, smiling when she caught a whiff of his cologne.
She jogged down the stairs into the kitchen where he was standing in a pair of gym short and a white shirt that’s been washed so many times that it was see-through and had countless tiny holes.
“What the hell do you want?” she asked with as much annoyance she could muster up but her wide smile gave her away.
“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” Harry grinned cheekily at her and stopped whatever kind of fruit he was cutting and made his way to her and hugged her to his chest.
“Missed you in bed.” she whispered as quietly to him as possible so Anne who was sitting at the table and watching them with a adoring smile didn’t hear.
“M'sorry, darling. Wanted to prepare a nice breakfast for you.” she smiled and pulled back with a kiss to her cheek.
“Wanted to wake you up with coffee in bed but the waffles are ready so I had to get you down here as fast as possible.” he chuckled.
“I told him it wouldn’t be the nicest way to wake you up with yelling but you know him.” Anne winked.
“Oi.” Harry frowned at his mum.
Y/N giggled and walked over to Anne, squeezing her hand as greeting.
“Good morning.”
“Morning, you slept well?” Anne asked her.
“Yep, very well.” she nodded and caught Harry smiling softly.
“Robin is already gone for work?”
“Yes, had to leave at eight.” Anne nodded.
“Mhh.” Y/N hummed and sat down across from Anne.


The breakfast Harry prepared was fabulous. She knew Harry was a great cook but she was surprised every time.
Afterwards he took her out to the fields even though she protested because she knew his hay fever would act up but he insisted.
They sat in the middle of a field on a blanket, their bodies wrapped up in blankets as well and cuddled up against each other.
“Do you remember the first time you stayed at my place?” Harry asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
“Of course I do.” she replied.
“I was so goddamn nervous.” he admitted.
“Yeah?” she asked and lifted her head from his chest to look at him.
“God yes. But a good kind of nervous. The thought of spendings so much time with you made me so happy. And when you said you wanted to sleep in one bed with me… God, baby.”
Y/N chuckled quietly but didn’t say a word, she wanted him to go on.
“I was so incredibly happy when you let me hold you. And then when I woke up in the morning and you were right there beside me, so close I was so overwhelmed with… love, I guess.”
“Love?” she asked almost incredulously.
“Yes. I fell in love with you that morning. I watched you for at least an hour. At one point you reached out for me and cuddled yourself close to me and I knew then that I would never want to wake up without you again.”
She stared into his eyes for a few moments before she cleared her throat.
“Do you remember how you came in the bathroom when I was getting ready?” she asked him.
“That morning?” he asked.
“Yes.” she nodded.
“I was about to put on lipstick and you whined that I couldn’t kiss you then, so you took it from me and kissed the living hell out of me.”
Harry laughed at her choice of words and nodded at the memory.
“I think I fell in love with you in that moment.”
“Why?” he whispered.
“It was so easy with you. There was nothing I had to worry about, nothing to be nervous about. You made me feel comfortable in that short amount of time and I never felt like that before.”
He stroked a strand of her hair behind her ear and gazed deep into her eyes. He leaned up then, closing the distance between their lips and watching how her eyes fluttered close as soon as his lips brushed hers.
“I love when you do that.” he told her in a whisper.
“What?”
“The way your eyes flutter close when I kiss you. You don’t just do that because that’s how it’s supposed to be, you do it because you can’t help it.”
She blushed at his words and how true they were, she really couldn’t help it. Harry smiled and leaned in again to connect their lips and again he watched how her eyes closed.
“Love it.” he whispered.
She blushed again and looked down, she always got a bit nervous when he said such things. She laced her fingers through his and lifted them to her mouth to kiss his knuckles.
Like always he was wearing his rings and even though she loved them because the were just so Harry and pretty, she enjoyed holding his hand bare and ringless. It was more intimate and closer.
She removed the gold band from his finger and dropped it to the blanket underneath them before she intertwined their hands again. Harry removed his hand from hers after a second though to grab his ring and Y/N almost thought she upset him by slipping it off his finger but he took her hand and put the ring on her ring finger.
Y/N gasped softly at the gesture, it felt so intimate and personal it took her breath away. And she had to admit she loved the thought of Harry putting a ring on her finger one day.
Harry kissed the ring on her finger and looked up at her with a soft smile.
“One day I’ll put another ring on that finger.”
“Promise?” she asked in a whisper.
“I promise.”

anonymous asked:

How do you think Magnus convinces the boy squad to go with him to Karaoke this Friday?

Oh my sweet little anon. How, how? one word. 

Even. 

as soon as Magnus mentions Karaoke to the boy squad, there is a collective groan. Actually it is mostly from Isak. Mahdi quite likes the idea. 

Isak stares at him in surprise. 

“what? I love music. I’ve been in choir half my life.” 

now Jonas and Magnus are also staring at him. 

“shut up. You don’t know me” Mahdi shifts biting into his sandwich. 

Jonas blinks a couple times, trying to let the shock pass before turning to Magnus “who’s gonna be there?” 

“you’re actually considering this?” Isak asks “it’s another bus thing. You hate the bus thing…not to mention” he lowers his voice dramatically “pepsi max” 

“but dude that’s a lot of girls” Jonas argued “and music is fun.” 

Isak rolled his eyes “anti capitalism my ass” he muttered earning a death stare from Jonas and a high five from Mahdi. 

“So?” Magnus asked with his hands raised “are we going?” 

“nei, you guys can but I am not spending three hours singing beyonce with 20 drunk pepsi max girls.” 

Suddenly Isak felt warm arms wrap around his neck from behind. he smiled and looked up just as Even pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. Even walked around the table and sat next to Isak, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 

“did someone say beyonce?” 

Isak groaned “fy faen” 

Magnus grinned “Well actually-”

“nei Magnus” Isak tried to interject, knowing exactly what was going to happen. 

Even raised his eyebrows, and rubbed Isak’s shoulder. “are you hiding beyonce from me baby? now that is extremely unfair.” 

Isak couldn’t help smiling. god dammit everytime Even was around his cheeks hurt like hell. 

“hmm what is it?” he pressed smiling closely at Isak making him giggle. 

Isak rolled his eyes and waved at Magnus “he wants to go to some russbuss event thing.” 

“Oh? Vilde’s bus?’ Even asked intrigued. 

Magnus nodded “they are going to karaoke and Vilde invited me because i’m her boyfriend and everything” 

“you literally don’t need to say that in every sentence man” Mahdi stated. 

Even grinned “KARAOKE!” he exclaimed enthusiastically 

Isak shook his head, while still smiling at his boyfriends adorable excitement. He was foreever conflicted between being his sarcastic self and melting at Even’s soft beauty, whenever he was around. 

“I love Karaoke.” Even said nodding “we would love to come.” 

Isak whined. 

“what?” Even said teasingly as he pressed his forehead against Isak’s “you have something against karaoke” 

“nei” Isak smiled, his chest getting warm and fluffy. 

“you don’t want me to serenade you?” 

Isak leant his head back, his face flushed with a giant toothy grin, making Even’s entire world glow “Eveeeeeen” 

Even pouted “please? sing beyonce with me?” 

“fy faen” Isak breathed. knowing he could never say no to pouty beyonce loving Even. 

Magnus grinned “it’s gonna be lit.” 


Oh my gosh this wasn’t meant to be a drabble I swear….but it became one i’m so sorry <3 

It Started With A Note (Zach Dempsey)

From: 13 Reasons Why

Warning: shorter than usual? Visuals are shit

A/N: Let me apologize for the visuals because I just made that note on Photoshop and I’m a noob HAAHAHHAHA And incase you didn’t know, Badminton is a sport where in you use a racket. It’s pretty similar to tennis but different ball and rules and the racket is lighter.


It was the end of the first half of communications class. Honestly everyone found this class stupid but this was your favorite. Why? Because you loved understanding people and helping people out.

You see, in communications class, you had this thing called “compliment bags” the only rule was to be nice. And you loved it. You were always the type to write sweet notes to make people happy and you wrote for everyone…. except one guy. Zach Dempsey. He was your crush actually. You didn’t want to write in his in fear that he might tease you or he might laugh in your face. You were an athlete but you weren’t popular. You didn’t do group games. In fact, you played badminton and not much people watch your games but you loved it no matter what. You weren’t popular but you weren’t an outcast either. You just didn’t hang around Zach’s friends. And that’s why you were scared to approach him.

But to everyone you had nice notes for whether it was something as simple as “you look amazing today! Keep smiling and being you!” Or as complicated as “I saw that you were sad today and I really don’t know why, but I know that you are an amazing person with a strong personality and I know you can get through this. I wish you the best”

You checked your compliment bag to see 5. Surprisingly. You usually only get one and it was always anonymous. The anon usually wrote Pick up lines. You read the names out loud. “Hannah, Sheri, Alex, Skye and Anon??”

“Wow y/n/n! That’s a lot” Sheri says gesturing to the notes you had in your hands. “Uh thanks Sheri for yours” you say politely. “Damn girl, I’d thank you because you always write a note for me” she replies holding it up proudly. You laugh and look at Hannah. “What did you get?” You asked her keeping your notes. “Besides my usual note from you, I got another bunny” she smiled. “Aww what a cute bunny. I bet whoever wrote that likes you” you say winking at her. Both her and Sheri laugh as the begin talking about who the mystery bunny man could be. You glance to see your crush Zach looking in his bag frowning.

Your head slightly tilts to the side as you look at him confused. How could THE Zach Dempsey be sad about his compliment bag? He should have dozens of notes. You watched him trying to see how many notes he’s got but then he doesn’t pull out any and makes his way out. He turns back and you turn away pretending like you weren’t watching him. Sheri giggles at you and your obvious red cheeks.

“Hey Hannah, got anything?” He asks with a smile. “Nothing earthshaking. You?” She asks him folding her notes. “Nada. Kinda soul crushing, isn’t it?” He says walking out. Your heart melts upon hearing this.

“Poor Zach” Sheri begins. “I wonder how someone like him gets nothing though” Hannah asks, mostly talking to herself. You sigh and sit down and begin to write a note to him

‘I’m sorry this is late. I’ve been scared to write to you but I honestly love you and you deserve the best. Watching you sad makes me sad. You deserve all the notes from head to toe and I think you deserve to be loved and reminded how amazing you are. I love you I love you I love you. I’m sorry I can’t tell you in person. But smile for me and I’ll always be happy. Because you make me happy’

And you fold it and put it in his bag. “Nice way of making a move y/n/n” Sheri teases as you guys walk out. “He deserves it” you shrug. “So what does your anon note say?” Sheri asks gesturing to the note you just opened. “A letter. This time it’s a ü” you say putting it in your wallet. Little did they know you knew what the letters meant. And in your wallet written with the small letters read “I like u”

The notes from anon were the ones that made you smile the most. And another attached read “Good luck with your badminton tournament today” Wow, Anon does know everything. You giggle and hide your wallet and walk out communications class. You walk and sit with Alex today seeing as he was alone. Alex was your only close friend from Zach’s circle. You were friends with all of them but not enough to hang around with them. Little did you know that Alex’s friends were just finishing up.

“What’s up with the sports get up y/l/n?” Alex asks looking up as he takes a bite of his sandwich. “I have a tournament after lunch” You say putting down your gym bag. “No friends today?”

Alex was about to reply until the lunch doors open and you see all his friends. You begin to stand up before they walked over but you were too late. “No, y/n, stay! We’ve been meaning to hang out with you” Justin says grinning. You look over to Alex who shrugs. You sit back down as everyone else sits down. You were sat beside Zach and Justin, the two best friends, with Monty, Alex and Bryce sitting across. “You guys are less today” You comment biting an apple. “Yeah well Jess has cheerleading practice and Marcus has a student council thingy” Justin explains. “May I say, damn y/l/n, nice legs” Bryce comments. You shift in your seat uncomfortably. “shut up walker” Zach says in a half joking tone but you can tell he’s serious. Bryce shrugs it off.

“So what do we owe the pleasure to see THE y/f/n y/l/n wearing shorts?” Bryce asks winking. You force out a small chuckle and explain that you have a game. “Can’t wait to watch” He says winking. You glance at Zach seeing him ball his hands into a fist. You look at him confused but then shrug it off. You never spoke to Zach unless he talked to you first because you kinda feel like a nobody and you don’t want to make a fool out of yourself.

The bell rings and you shoot up grabbing your bag and fixing your shoe laces. “Good luck y/n” Zach says after walking out. You sigh knowing he probably won’t watch because it’s free cut for the rest of the school. It’s supposed to be so that they could watch but they usually throw a party and what not.

You walk into the sports hall and see your competitors warming up. “Y/n, guess who else is here to watch” Hannah states running up to you. “You?” You reply giggling. “Nope. Dempsey” she says pointing over to Zach who’s reading a note in the bleachers with a cute smile plastered upon his face

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“Is that-“ Hannah cuts you off before you have a chance to finish what your saying “Your note? Yeah. And I can tell he likes it. This is like the 4th time he’s been reading it. And he keeps asking Sheri who she thinks wrote it” she smiles beamingly. “Not now I’m gonna look disgusting when I play and I might be nervous and screw up the whole tournament” You sigh. “Tell him when you win y/n/n, plus you look amazing when you play” Hannah says patting your back then walking to the bleachers.

You breathe in and out then start the tournament.

Zach looked at his long time crush playing badminton, this was where he felt he could see her best. She looked flawless when she’d play. He clutched the note in his hand. “Sheri who wrote this?” he asked the curly haired girl. “I dunno, who do you want it to be Zach?” she asks him teasingly. “Honestly, I really like this girl and I wish she liked me back” Zach replies as a tint of red flushing upon his cheeks. “No way who?” Sheri asks looking around. Zach looks was about to reply until he saw you going in for a smash and all he could think about was how cute you looked with your shorts and jersey, how your ponytail swishes from side to side, how you have this different aura when you play. Hell he was mesmerized by you. “Zach? Zach? Zach who is it??” Sheri whines shaking Zach out of his trance. He blushes looking down “Number 13” he mumbles. “I knew you were here for a reason!” Sheri screams searching for “number 13”

“Yo Dempsey, what number is your girl?” Justin asks beside him. “13… and she’s not my girl…. yet” he mumbles. Sheri finally spots number 13 and once you turn around her face is filled with shock. “Sheri don’t tell” Zach pleads. “Zach, she wrote that note for you” Sheri says with a grin on her face.

Zach’s pleading face quickly turns into a wide smile. “What are you waiting for? Get her” Hannah whispers to him. “What? She’s playing” Zach says gesturing to the court. “You were to engrossed talking to Sheri, you didn’t see it was half time” Clay says beside Hannah. Zach quickly runs down to where you are. “y/n!” he says running up to you. You wave at him and smile “Hey Dempsey! And what do i owe this pleasure?”

“Did you write this?” He asks quickly bringing out the note you wrote and handing it to you. “You figured it out? Look Zach, I don’t want things to be awkward and I know you don’t feel the same way but please don’t point and laugh and make fun of me right now I reall-“ he quickly cut you off. “No, God I won’t do anything like that. I love you actually. Ever since I saw you. There’s something about you, i don’t know if its the way you move, the way you talk or the way you play badminton. Heck I don’t even know if its the way your hair falls perfectly on your shoulders, the way your eyes sparkle or those lips that are just so damn kissable” he says walking closer.

“If they’re so damn kissable, what are you doing talking to me” you whisper leaning in. And from hearing your consent, Zach smashes his lips on yours kissing you ever so gently. Holding you close like this would be the last, but both of you knew it wouldn’t be. Once you pull apart all you can do is smile at him and hug him.

“y/l/n! Stop smooching and get back in the game” Your coach yells just as the bell rings signaling break is over. “y/n! Wait” Zach calls as you jog back to your team. You turn around and he asks “Will you be my girl?” he shouts and its as if everyone in the whole sports hall stays quiet just to hear your answer. “I thought you’d never ask” You grin and begin to play. Zach grins widely and runs back to his seat.

“Nice one Dempsey!” Justin says patting him on the back. “You got the girl” Sheri comments. “Number 13 is all yours” Jessica winks. Zach just smiles as his cheeks heat up. He turns to Hannah and Clay “Thanks for waking me up”

“No problem jockhead” Hannah replies smiling. He watches you play, more than in love. But when he sees your smash he does what he’s been wanting to do ever since he walked in. He stands on the bleachers and screams “GO Y/L/N! THAT’S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE”

You suddenly get a rush of confidence and before you know it, You won the game. Everyone screams and lifts you up “MVP ! MVP!” they chant. You smile cheering with them while holding the trophy then someone lifts you and puts you on their shoulders. “I knew you could do it” Zach’s familiar voice rings through your head.

“You brought out the best in me” you shrug. You both walk out of the Sports hall and go to his car “hey Zach?” you say playing with his hair

“Yeah?” he replies holding you tighter so you won’t fall

“Let’s have our first date right now in Rosie’s…. if that’s okay” you mumble

“Of course baby” he says bringing you down. He opens the car door for you and closes it when you get in. He walks to the driver’s side and goes in.


He turns on the ignition but before driving he looks at you. “God I’m so lucky” he mumbles and leans in and kisses you once more and with that you both drive off

Restaurant Dates Are The Worst (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

A/N: This is an adaptation of the Sebastian Stan version of RDATW (a very faithful adaptation, almost word for word except it’s written in third person and ot second). It’s for a dear friend of mine (me heartie @bathshebaa who has the hots for Tom Hiddleston *wink* *wink*)

Word count: 3.5k

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She looked around her, scrutinizing the surroundings, letting her eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – she looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from her, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while twaddling.

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magnusbaene  asked:

how about some squad observing magnus and alec being in love? alternatively: magnus and alec in the institute, being competent but also cute af, if you'd like ♥

the institute is a steady buzz of activity when alec finally escapes from his meeting, hours of back and forth with stubborn clave ambassadors refusing to admit that there was still immediate danger, even with Valentine in chains. Someone had taken the soul sword, and Valentine was way too calm for a monomaniac in custody. in the end alec had decided to ignore their advice, which was quite plainly that they should fix up the wards and resume business and usual, and would instead lead an investigation into the missing mortal instrument himself.

when he finally reaches the ground floor, exhausted and irritable, he finds a certain warlock leaning casually against one of the desks, deep in conversation with clary. it makes alec smile, the tension in his shoulders falling away the closer he gets and it makes something soften inside that magnus falters mid-sentence to fix alec with a comforting smile. “rough day at the office?” he asks, producing a cup of to-go coffee and a paper bag, “i brought you breakfast”

“if that’s a croissant from the Parisian bakery i will marry you right now” alec tells him, stealing a soft kiss and gladly accepting the proffered food. beside magnus, clary offers alec a warm smile. that’s a thing they’re doing now, smiling at one another; tentatively easing into the kind-of-almost friendship they’d thought about before everything happened with clary’s mom. 

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Toothbrush - L.H.

Okay…so I (obviously) got this idea from listening to Toothbrush from DNCE. I’ve also decided I want to update every Friday so every time I finish something, I’m just going to queue it up. Enjoy

Also…I know I said no more Luke pieces for awhile, but this literally came to me in class and I wrote it in fifty minutes so….


Luke woke up early from the sunlight pouring in through the window on the other side of the room, body still bare from the night before, the only thing covering him being the stupid little close to nothing sheet resting on his hips. His bright blue eyes fluttered open slightly, heart sinking as he sat up confused as to why the body next to him had disappeared at such an early hour of the day, the clock reading a mere 6:17 in the morning, no longer confused when he heard the toilet flush from the bathroom just down the hall…unless it was Ashton of course since he was the usual prospect that would be up this early in the morning.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, bringing his palms down over his face rubbing the tiredness from them slightly as he waited for his lover to return to the room.

“You’re up early,” she mumbled seeing him awake as she leaned up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest as she looked over the tired man’s features, a lazy smile gracing his perfectly pouted lips. She had on his torn Nirvana tee, the fabric falling to the tops of her thighs, and with the way she was leaning against the frame, he could see her favorite pair of navy blue panties from Victoria’s Secret. Her feet were still bare, probably having lost her socks in his sheets through the night, as she always did, even though she refused to take them off before falling asleep. He’d always loved her sense of style, but he always thought she looked best dressed in his shirt with no pants on laying in his bed.

Her hair was still a mess, sticking up slightly in awkward directions, most likely extremely tangled and in desperate need of a pound of his conditioner to comb out the knots before she left. Her eyeliner had run across the side of her face lightly and he was sure there was glitter on his pillows from her eye shadow as well, small love bites gracing the length of her neck, small enough for him to miss if she had her hair styled the right way covering them perfectly. It was a sight he always loved, even if she did look like a hot mess. She was his hot mess.

“Luke, are you listening to me?” she asked smirking slightly knowing he wasn’t. He never was when he was looking at her like that…not that she knew exactly what that look on his face was, but she knew it enough to know he was lost in his train of thought.

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he hummed leaning back against his pillows, arms making their way behind his bed as his muscles shifted slightly, eyes daring her to make her way back to bed with him, and she knew she would. “Close the door love.”

She did as she was told, feet padding softly against the dark, hardwood floors as she climbed into bed right over to him, swinging her leg over his hip so she was straddling him, as placed strategically against his pelvis, knowing damn well if she wanted to at any point in time she could change the entire mood.

“What were you saying?” he asked, hands making their way to her thighs rubbing the soft, bare skin lightly leaving goosebumps behind.

“I said I can’t stay long. I’m working at eleven,” she said running her nails down his chest lightly, up and down, over and over, Luke shivering slightly at the feeling.

“That reminds me..I need to talk to you,” he mumbled, hands slowly making their way to her hips as he ran his thumbs in small circles under the fabric of his shirt along her bare skin.

“What about, rock star?” she asked, brows furrowing together confused, not sure if she should be worried or not. Usually he’d just come out and say it, not making it a big deal unless it was something important.

“Well…I mean…we’ve been doing this for what…five months now…?” he asked stumbling over his words as she giggled slightly.

“Six,” she she said smirking slightly. “Where are you going with this Lu?”

“Well, I was thinking…that maybe you could like…leave some of your stuff here so when you do have to go in the morning you don’t have to leave so early…” he suggested making her heart melt as she smiled softly at him. “Like..maybe that coconut shampoo you have or your toothbrush…”

“And maybe some clothes considering I can’t really work in your tee and panties,” she teased as he blushed more. “You’re too cute, you know.”

“Are you going to answer me or just make fun of me?” he pouted as she leaned in pecking his lips quickly.

“I’ll bring them over when I see you tonight.”

Godfather - Tyler Seguin

A/N: Hello! This wasn’t requested, but I saw the picture of Ty with baby Cracknell and I had to. Hope you like it. Big shoutout to @carey-pricemas for encouraging me to write it.

Word count: 1701

Warnings: nope.

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Originally posted by brosillustrated

Tyler prompts himself up on his healthy arm and rolls off of the couch, fast walking to the door. He hates the sling and how useless he feels, not being able to do pretty much anything but to scroll down social media and change the TV channels until he gets tired of not finding anything good to watch. He opens the door to find Adam and Tia standing on the outside with a light blue stroller.

“Allow me to not give a f…” Tyler cuts himself before swearing in front of the newborn baby. “About you two. Let me see her.”

Tia smiles, stepping aside so Tyler can look at the small bundle lying on the stroller. Adam had sent him a picture of his first daughter, but that doesn’t stop Tyler to be blown away by how beautiful Lynde is.

“She cannot be your daughter.” Tyler jokes, slapping Adam’s shoulder a couple times. “She is too beautiful to be yours.”

“I’ve thought that too.” Adam laughs. “But she swears that she is mine.”

Tyler cannot help it but to smile when Adam wraps his arm around Tia and gives her a little squeeze; he has always envied the relationship between his teammate and his wife.

“Where is (y/n)?” Tia asks, pushing the stroller inside the house and kneeling on the floor to greet the two overexcited labs jumping around to get attention.

“Working in her office upstairs.” Tyler says, taking control of the stroller and pushing it one handley through the hall and to the living room.

“Office?” Adam wonders, not remembering an office on Tyler’s new place.

“She didn’t want to move in with me because there wasn’t a space for her to work at, so I made a office for her.” Tyler shrugs, pushing his dogs away from the stroller where the baby is sleeping. “I’ll go get her.”

To be fair, that isn’t the only reason why you didn’t want to move with Tyler; you just aren’t ready yet to take that step yet. You are holding to your independence a little longer, giving Tyler dumb excuses of why you couldn’t move to his house; but since Tyler can’t even get dressed by himself you have decided to take care of him at his place and see how the coexistence is.

“I’ll go.” Adam says, turning around and walking towards the stairs before Tyler has the chance to stop him. “I want to see the so-called office.”

You are saving the file you have been working on for week when Adam knocks on the door and steps in, looking around the room. Tyler has done a nice job, painting the walls on a pale grey color and getting really simple furniture; a glass desk, a whole wall of bookshelves, a nice and comfortable chair for you to sit on and a small area with a couch and a coffee table.

“He did this?” Adam asks, walking to you and wrapping you into a hug.

“I was surprised too.” You answer, hugging him back.

“He really wants you to move here.” He tells you, stepping away from you and giving you a really meaningful look.

“I know.” You acknowledge, shutting the laptop screen and stretching your back. “But that’s an issue for another day, I want to meet her.”

Tyler and you didn’t go to the hospital when Lynde was born because of Tyler’s own surgery, but you had sent a huge bouquet of flowers and balloons for Tia and the baby.

“She is perfect.” Adam sounds so proud that it makes your heart flutter, walking side by side downstairs, where Tia and Tyler are sitting on the couch.

Tia is holding her baby on her arms, showing her to Tyler. He looks like he is seeing a piece of art, worshipping the little baby and caressing her tiny hand with one of his fingers. You and Adam are about to get to where they are when Adam stops you.

“(y/n), do you think that Tyler will agree to be her godfather?” Adam asks and you can’t help it but to give him a beaming smile, nodding fast.

“He will be the happiest and proudest godfather ever.” You say. “He is going to spoil her rotten, though.”

“Good, that’s why I chose him. A rich godfather is what she needs.” Adam jokes and you both laugh, resuming your walking.

“(y/n), can you help me take the sling off so I can hold her?” Tyler asks as soon as he sees you.

“Let me see her first, jeez.” You complain, walking around the couch and kneeling on the floor in front of Tia, looking at the baby.

Lynde is beautiful; she has quite a lot of dark hair for a newborn, her legs curled up and her hands into tiny fists.

“Wow guys, you have outdone yourselves.” You say, caressing the baby’s chubby cheek softly. You are about to ask Tia for how she feels when you hear Tyler whine.

You roll your eyes and get on your feet, working on Tyler’ sling carefully to not jerk with shoulder on accident. You let the sling loose, but you don’t take it all the way off of his body since you know that he will do a movement he is not supposed and mess up his shoulder even more that what is.

“Careful.” You warn him before Tia turns around on her spot and gently puts her baby on his arms.

Lynde opens her eyes the moment she is left on Tyler’s arms and you hold your breath, expecting her to start crying, but the baby looks at Tyler for a second and gives him a toothless smile, making your boyfriend’s heart melt.

“Guys, your daughter has just stolen my boyfriend from me.” You say and Adam and Tia laugh, looking at their daughter lying on Tyler’s heavily tattooed arms.

Tyler doesn’t say a word, he just looks at the baby like she is a pile of diamonds, making funny faces so she laughs. Lynde has his whole attention, so you decide to play host while your boyfriend falls in love with another woman.

“Can I get you guys something to drink or eat?” You wonder, looking at your guests.

Adam asks for a coffee and Tia for a glass of water, so you go to the kitchen and get that ready for them, not taking your eyes off your boyfriend’s back.

“Thanks, babe.” Tia says when you hand them their beverages, sitting on the floor between Cash and Marshall, that are looking at Tyler and the baby with curious eyes.

“Babe?” Adam asks and you and Tia laugh. “You don’t call me babe but you call (y/n) babe?” Adam sounds annoyed, but you can see through it, he is joking.

“I spend more time with her during the season than I do you.” Tia says and Adam brings his hand to his chest, looking horrified.

“Tyler, they are babes to each other and not us.” He says, but Tyler doesn’t hear him, he is extremely focused on the way Lynde has her tiny hand wrapped around one of his fingers. “We’ve lost him, girls.”

“Tyler, you know that we have to give her back?” You inquire and his head snaps right up, blushing slightly.

“Sorry, I spaced out.” He apologized, making all of you chuckle. “Do you want to hold her?” He asks you and you nod profusely, running to sit next to him on the couch and scooping the baby from his arms carefully so you don’t hurt neither of them.

You rock her between your arms, humming a random song you are making up as you go, watching Lynde as she yawns and her tiny eyes close slowly until she is fully asleep on your arms. Tyler’s hand is on your thigh, giving you small squeezes every now and then.

“Can we have one too?” He whispers and you smile, shaking your head.

“Someday.” You answer and he frowns a little. “We already have Cash and Marshall.”

“How many?” He whispers again, squeezing a little harder this time.

“How many do you want?” You answer with a question.

“At least three. Two boys and a girl. My princess.” He says and you can feel your heart fluttering inside your chest. “They all will play hockey.”

“If they want.” You add and he nods.

The conversation ends there and the four of you spend a couple hours chatting about the baby, playoffs and Tyler’s shoulder until Lynde gets a little fuzzy and Tia and Adam decide to call it a day and go back home. They pack up everything they have brought with them and we walk them to the car, helping them with all the stuff.

“Thank you for bringing her.” Tyler says, hugging Tia with his good arm.

“It’s our pleasure to bring her to see her godfather.” Adam says casually, shaking Tyler’s hand. It takes Tyler a little while to analyze his friend’s words.

“Godfather?” He repeats, his smile is so bright that he could compete against the Sun. “Do you want me to be her godfather?”

“We would love it, yeah.” Tia says.

Tyler walks to the car and leans over the carseat where Lynde is lying.

“Hello, princess.” He coos. “It’s your godfather, who is going to spoil you and love you so so much.”


Tyler is looking at his phone when you get in bed, getting your body under the covers. When you look at the screen you see pictures of giant teddy bears.

“I think that this bed would be a little crowded with that bear.” You say, wrapping your arms around his stomach and putting your head on his chest, carefully avoiding his right arm.

“It’s for Lynde.” He explains the obvious and you smile. “I’m getting her that and my jersey.”

“Of course you are.” You say, kissing a spot on his chest. “Get healthy soon.” You look at his through your lashes.

“I’m trying to.” He answers, putting his phone down and rubbing circles on the skin of your back.

“Good, because I’m going to need your help to move all my stuff here.”

anonymous asked:

Are you still accepting prompts <3 If so please can you do one where Kim says “Oh, come on. You know you love me,” to Trini, to which she responds with “I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.”, of course she is joking because she secretly is a softie for her tol gf :) (PS: i love your blog <3)

Hi! I am so sorry that this took so long for me to answer to. School has really been trying to take me down lately. Hopefully this isn’t too bad! P.S. Thank you! I <3 U.

“Trini,” Kim says once more, barely concealed exasperation in her tone. “We have to finish studying. The bio test is tomorrow. Can you please focus?”

Trini looks up to meet Kim’s dark eyes, from where she had been staring absent-mindedly at the mini galaxy swirling within the center of the morphing grid. 

She looks up and she sees that the girl’s gaze is set on her pointedly, in mild annoyance–probably has been for a minute or so–and though she does feel guilty for how often she’s been spacing out during this study session, her exhaustion wins out in the battle as to what she’s going to express. 

So, she sighs and falls back with a dramatic groan, throwing her right forearm over her eyes and her left over her stomach. 

“Nooo,” she drawls out then. “I’m so tired. We’ve been studying for hours, Kim. If we don’t have it at this point, then we aren’t going to have it at all.”

And Trini’s eyes might be covered, but she can just picture the small frown that pulls down Kim’s lips next, an adorable pout that always makes the shorter girl weak in her knees and even weaker in resolve. 

“That’s not true. You just give up too easily,” Kim says.

“Or maybe you don’t know when to give up,” Trini replies in turn. “Seriously, Kim. You know that I love you, but you also know how you get when it comes to these things.” 

Kim scoffs.

“Well, sorry for just trying to get us to pass biology so that we won’t have to add summer school to our schedules this year. Sue me if that’s so wrong.”

Trini removes her arm from over her face now, so that she can instead look at the other girl, who is sitting a few feet away from her, with her legs crossed and her short hair tucked behind her ears, a pencil resting just against the back of one as well. 

Her brown eyes are settled onto Trini still, and her eyebrows are furrowed deeply over them, a crease in between them that is just a bit too serious for the yellow ranger’s liking; Kim always stresses herself too much over these tests.

Trini rolls over onto her stomach, and she props herself up with her elbows, her hands clasped before her as a slow smirk makes its way onto her lips. She raises her eyebrows, and a playful look glints within her eyes. 

“You know, I’d much rather just screw y–.”

“Don’t be vulgar!” Kim interrupts, an abrupt laugh bubbling from her now smiling lips as she tosses a crumpled piece of paper at Trini’s head. 

Trini starts to chuckle too, but when the ball hits her face, she gasps dramatically before throwing her body backwards, her hand coming up to cover her nose as her shoulders hit the metal of the floor. 

“Ow!” she exclaims. “I’ve been hit! Oh God, I’ve been struck down right in the middle of my prime!”

She rolls lightly from side to side, her face covered now by both of her hands, and she manages to keep her act up for about thirty more seconds before Kim’s laughter breaks her façade.

A smile spreads across her lips as the air just above her shifts with the addition of a new presence, but she quickly forces it to morph into an exaggerated frown as Kim’s hands grab gently at her wrists, to pull her hands away from her face. 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Kim tells her lightly when she’s met with the sight of Trini’s pout. “I barely even tossed it at you, you baby.”

Trini’s pout deepens, her bottom lip jutting out even further and her eyebrows creasing even more so. 

“That hurt,” she insists. “I should report you to the authorities.”

“And tell them what exactly?” Kim asks with a soft giggle. “That you’re a big baby that can’t take a paper ball to the face? Because that’s the truth, and if you say anything else they’ll just put you in jail; They don’t like liars.”

“I’m not sure that’s how the whole justice system works, Kim,” Trini says. “Do you even pay attention in Government class?”

Kim hums thoughtfully with a tilt of her head before answering with an honest, “No.”

Trini laughs, shaking her head and pursing her lips as she does so. 

“See, and then you wonder why you’re stressed about the tests we take. I only got transferred into Government earlier this semester and even I know more than you. That’s sad, babe.”

“Hey!” Kim exclaims. “It is not my fault that the only classes I can’t pay attention in are the ones you’re in. I do just fine in the other five classes I take. So, technically, it’s all your fault that I get so stressed. You’re the catalyst for the chain of events that leads to me not knowing anything about the subject.”

“Well, looky there. You used the word catalyst correctly! There’s one correct question on the Bio test right there!” 

Trini laughs as Kim scowls at her, but her laugh quickly morphs into a low whine as the other girl smacks at her upper arm. 

“Ow!” she says again, her hand coming up to rub at her bicep. “What is with you and hurting me?! This is not how relationships are supposed to go, you know!”

Kim just shrugs. 

“Stop saying stupid things, and then I won’t hit you. It’s as simple as that.” 

Trini frowns.

“I don’t say stupid things!” she protests. “I think you just enjoy hitting me! Which I definitely do not enjoy, and which I do not want to take any longer!”

With the conclusion of her sentence, she turns over to push herself up onto her knees, and then her feet. She makes it about two steps before strong arms are wrapping around her waist, their hold firm and familiar. 

“Oh, come on. Stop being so dramatic,” Kim says as she pulls Trini’s body back to be flush against hers. “You know you love me.”

Trini definitely does not melt into Kim’s touch at all as she fights the smile trying to tug at the corners of her lips–Nope, not a single bit. 

“Honestly?” she asks monotonously, to prove that fact. “I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.” Kim gasps. “And not even like a Tostito’s corn chip. I’d do it for a Walgreen’s brand one.”

The grip on her waist loosens, and it gives her the opportunity to turn around within them. 

She’s met with Kim’s pout, this time, and her heart practically swells within her chest, full and ready to overflow with endearment, at the sight.

“That was surprisingly more painful than one would expect,” Kim says seriously, a thoughtful furrow to her eyebrows. “Have you been working on that one for a while or something? Because, ouch.”

Trini chuckles lowly as she begins to, slowly, wrap her own arms around Kim’s waist.

“Actually, yes,” she replies. “I was going to use that one on Zack, the next time he tried to convince me that he was my favorite person, but, hey, the opportunity presented itself.”

She shrugs and tries to keep in the giggle that pushes at her lips as Kim’s puppy dog eyes widen.

“So now you’re implying that I’m not your favorite person?” the pink ranger asks, completely affronted. “Well, then what am I even doing here?”

She goes to pull away, but Trini isn’t having it.

“Okay, okay. Don’t leave. I’m sorry. I was just kidding,” the yellow ranger says, tightening her grip around the other girl. “You know you’re my favorite, baby. I was just kidding.”

Kim continues to look down at her with an unconvinced expression, her lips downturned and pursed. 

“Oh, come on! I was just kiddinggg,” Trini insists after a few moments. “You know you’re my favorite. My one and only. The one true love of my life. The best thing to ever happen to me. My girl–.”

Kim finally laughs then, her smile breaking through the resistance she had been trying to continue, and her dark eyes shining as she leans down to rest her forehead against Trini’s own. 

“Okay,” she interjects gently. “I believe you.” She presses a soft kiss to Trini’s nose. “You’re my favorite too. My one and only. The one true love of my life. The best thing to ever happen to me.”

Warmth swells within Trini’s chest at that, and it spreads through her entire body, from the bottom of her feet to the tips of her fingers, just as it always does. She smiles, loving and calm. 

“Well, good. Because that would’ve been embarrassing if not.”

Kim hums lightly as she leans in.

“True,” she says, her lips hovering just above Trini’s own.

A few seconds pass, and then the yellow ranger is closing the distance between them, connecting their lips slowly and softly, comfortable and familiar.

They kiss for some moments, and then when they pull back, they press their foreheads together again. 

“I love you,” Kim admits, quiet and true.

Trini smiles. 

“I love you too.” 

Kim raises an eyebrow.

“So, does that mean you’ll keep studying with me, then?”

Trini throws her head back with a groan. 

“I guess it does.”

The smile that Kim flashes her before pulling her back to their books makes the prospect of learning about the different types of reactions not as hard to bear.

Man, Trini has it so bad.

anonymous asked:

'you want to have kids with me?' for your line blurbs pleaaase xx

You want to have kids with me?

“What do you think our kid will look like?” she asked me suddenly, sliding her cold feet into my lap. I let my fingers rub them gently, gazing wondering up at her.

“Our what?”

“Our kid. Or… future kid” she corrected herself.

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The Things She Carried

Part 5. Closer and Closer

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 2400+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @mysoul4dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt  @mangasia @sharkeeshark @maui137 @electricbluecas @squirrellover1967 @kazchester-fanfiction @gabavaldman @riversong-sam @lavieenlex @mogaruke @zanthiasplace @holywaterbucketchallenge @soullessbabee @loricwizardbluetoastedcake @barneybrigade @extreme-supernatural-lover @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @iliketowrite02 @stormisamystery @itschelseabennett @samdean-67 @jensen-jarpad @27bmm

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My Heart Went Boom

Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Note: Day two of the write a thon! This is my first time writing an Eliza fic, and after working on this one for so long I’m really happy with how it turned out so I really hope you all love this as much as I do.

Warnings: nothing it’s just fluff y’all

Word Count: 900 (it’s short I know but, I’ve been struggling to finish this for days and this is the best i could do)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @whatevernever 

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

“Y/N! I need you to go down and get me tulips” Your boss, Rebecca demands as she rushes past your desk and into her office. “Now!” She yells when you don’t move from your desk.

“Rebecca I don’t exactly have the time right now, I have to finish the stack of work you gave me this morning” you explain, staring at the actual stack of papers she had dumped on your desk that morning and ordered you to organize.

Really you don’t mind your job as the secretary for the editor of a major magazine. Sure Rebecca can be uptight and downright rude a lot of the time but mostly you enjoy the challenge of the work you have to do. Unless she’s making you run stupid errands that get in the way of much more important things to do.

“I don’t care! I was supposed to have my flowers delivered but that stupid messed up my delivery this morning and I need those flowers!” she exclaims, waking her way back out of her office to glare at you. “So go!” 

You quickly jump up from your desk, not wanting her to physically pull you up and grab your bag from your draw. 

“And don’t go to my usual florist! I no longer trust them with my business. Find someone else” She demands before storming back into her office. 

So on top of having to go out of your way to find a different florist that will be able to live up to your bosses ridiculous standards, oh joy


Following the map you had looked up in the elevator you make your way four blocks from work to what is supposed to be ‘the best new florist in New York’. 

As you step through the door of Schuyler’s Flowers, immediately you are hit with the overwhelming scent of flowers. 

“Hello!” a bright, voice says off to your left. As you turn to look at the person who spoke your heart flutters in your chest.

The girl has to be around your age, her long straight dark hair flows freely around her shoulder and the pale blue sundress she wears looks as if it was make just for her.

“H-hi” you stutter, giving her as much of a smile as you can manage. She laughs softly, the sound of her laugh fills your ears and causes a cheesy grin to spread across your face.

“I’m Eliza, How can I help you today?” She asks.

“Tulips!” You exclaim before biting your lip and taking a breath. “Sorry… uh I need tulips. For my boss. She likes tulips”

Eliza laughs again, the sound is like music to your ears makes you feel so… helpless.

“Any particular color she wants?” Eliza asks, her eyes locking onto yours and you feel yourself practically melting under her gaze. 

“Um…I don’t think she mentioned a color, whatever you think is the best is good for me. You’re the one who knows about flowers, you know being a florist and all” You babble.

Eliza smiles at you as she busies herself, putting together a beautiful bouquet of purple tulips. “You know you never did give me your name” she says, absentmindedly.

“Oh right I’m Y/N” you say, rubbing a hand over the back of your neck. 

“Y/N… the name suits you” she says looking up and giving you a small smile, giggling at the way you blush. “And you’re pretty cute when you blush” she adds. 

You stare at her with wide eyes as she says it, you try to form a reply but you get caught up on the words and nothing but an incoherent jumble of noises comes out causing Eliza to giggle again. 

“You’re also pretty cute when you’re nervous” she says, causing you to blush even more. 

“Oh t-thank you. You ah… you’re pretty cute too” you manage to stutter out and she grins. 

Eliza goes quiet in concentration and you watch as she finishes pulling the flowers together, rolls them up in paper and ties them off with a beautiful purple ribbon that matches the flowers. 

“All done, I hope your boss likes them” she says as she hands the flowers to you. 

You grin, looking down at the work of art she’s created with the flowers. 

“This is amazing! You’re so talented” You say as you hand over the money. 

“Thank you, it’s not so much talent as it is practice. You spend enough time doing something you’re bound to get good at it” she explains. As you turn to leave she stops you with a hand on your arm. “I should give you my number, you know in case there is a problem with the flowers or something” she says. 

Quickly she scribbles her phone number onto a piece of paper and slides it into your bag that hangs from your shoulder. 

“Or in case you just… want to call?” she asks, a shy look crossing her face. 

“Sounds good to me. It was nice meeting you Eliza” you say, grinning at her as you head for the door. 

“You too Y/N!” She calls out as the door closes behind you. 

As you walk past the view of the shop you pause for a second and smile thanking every possible god out there, even the ones you don’t believe in, for the mix up at Rebecca’s regular florist. 

Something More - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Summary: Theo and Y/n are fwb, the pack has no acknowledgement on their status. 

Warning: some smut,fluff and terrible writing 

MASTERLIST


“Hey Princess” Theo smirked making his way toward Malia and I “ugh get a life Theo” Malia groaned he stopped in front of me “can I catch you after school?” he looked at me expectantly “in your dreams” I fought back the small smile that wanted to make an appearance “your already there” he winked walking away to his locker near the end of the hallway. Damn that boy really knew how to make me melt.

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anonymous asked:

Are you going to write a fic about NB!Alex meeting Adrian? Because that is something I need in my life.

Maggie’s never used the term partner before, with anyone she’s dated.

Not that she’s introduced any of them to Adrian – none of them have been special enough, kind enough, open enough.

Until Alex.

But he’s always grilled her about her love life like it was going out of style, so he knows all the stories; the girlfriend who loved zip lining, which was great, but ultimately left Maggie for another woman; the girlfriend who was verbally abusive and the one time it got physical, she tried to not talk about it with him and he just stared at her gently until she did, because how many times had she been there for him; the girlfriend who Maggie constantly fought with about race, but the sex was amazing and after the last relationship, she was just about broken enough to stay until she was dumped.

Adrian hadn’t met any of them, but he’d heard all the stories. All of Maggie’s girlfriends.

She never used the term partner.

Too close to work – she had a cop partner, after all – and it had always felt too clinical for her.

Until there was Alex.

Adrian’s ears perked because now when she said the word – partner, my partner – it wasn’t about the guy she spent her days driving around with in an NCPD car.

The word, now, is laced with adoration, laced with love, laced with intensity that Adrian has never heard Maggie have for anyone before.

“So, when do I meet them?”

Maggie beams at his automatic use of Alex’s pronouns, at his intuition, at his heart. But then she blinks.

“You’ve never asked me that before.”

“And you’ve never swooned like that before.”

She tilts her head and glares slightly, but denies nothing, and the quirk to her lips gives her away.

“Please, Alex does not make me swoon.”

Adrian just stares, and Maggie’s phone buzzes. “Hey babe,” she answers eagerly, her voice rising an octave or two, and Adrian chuckles to himself.

“Sure you don’t swoon,” he mouths, and Maggie sticks her tongue out at him.

The three of them decide – through a series of gestures and mouthing and suppressed giggling between Maggie and Adrian – that Alex should come for dinner that night.

Maggie paces while Adrian does most of the cooking.

“They’ve never met anyone really, from my life. And you’ve never met anyone really, from my life. What if you two don’t get along, what if – “

“Hey. Hey hey hey, Maggie.” He wipes his hands on the “Kiss the Cook, He’s Hot, Just Look at Him” apron Maggie keeps in the cabinet for him, and rests them on her shoulders. “It’s gonna be fine. I promise.”

She sighs and she nods and she grabs a spoon and pokes at the simmering rice.

“Hey, get outta there, it’s not ready!”

She scowls and sighs again and surrenders the spoon.

“Was I like this before you met my friends when I was in high school?”

“Please, you were so much wors – “

The sharp but somehow also gentle knock at the door interrupts her, and Adrian kisses her cheek as she heads to the door.

“Hi babe,” she greets, and Adrian watches carefully from the kitchen as this new person in Maggie’s life presents her with flowers – red roses, so they’re serious, he observes – and kisses her cheek and holds up a small paper bag and says something softly.

They’re in loose fitting jeans, a spectacular belt, and a henley over a pretty flat chest that makes him grin – it’s always nice to not be the only one binding in a space – and their hair is a short, almost red mess of post-motorcycle emotions.

“Hey there,” he calls from the kitchen. “Sorry I’m not coming to you, I don’t wanna burn the plátanos – “

“No, you’re fine,” Alex says with an easy grin, and he observes their confident stride, their low voice, the way they casually kiss Maggie’s hand before letting it go to walk toward him, with a deep-seated joy.

“I’ve heard a lot of about you from Maggie,” they smile as they lean on the counter next to Adrian, offering their hand and smiling deeper as Adrian rushes to dry his own before taking it.

Alex’s handshake is firm and confident and Adrian hopes his matches up – from the nod Alex gives him, he’s pretty sure it does.

“So, I hope this isn’t weird – I mean, it might be totally weird, and you can tell me if it is – “ Adrian glances at Maggie as Alex’s swagger melts into adorable prattling, and Maggie is beaming and Adrian makes a note to tell her later that yes, Alex Danvers definitely makes her swoon.

“But I know how much you mean to Maggie, and I wanted to get her flowers, but I didn’t want to not bring something for you – I mean, not that I think you’re a child and wouldn’t be okay with it or anything, but – I wanted to bring you something. Anyway, I hope you like it.”

They slide the paper bag they brought close to him, and he lowers the stove’s flames under his various dishes before diving eagerly into the bag.

“I always like presents! But you didn’t have to bring me anything, I – whoa, cool!”

He digs out a pair of astronomical binoculars and turns them over and over in his hands, his eyes wide and his smile even wider as he presses them to his eyes.

Maggie shifts to stand behind Alex, wraps her arms around their waist, and stands up on her tip toes to kiss the back of their neck, their cheek. Alex melts into the touch, but Adrian isn’t watching to be able to note that Maggie also makes Alex swoon, because he’s too busy with his new toy.

“Maggie said you were taking astronomy in Star City, and I figured you might as well be able to see the places you’re studying. They’ve got really great resolution, you can see the – “

“Do you like hugs from people you don’t know?” Adrian is interrupting, something he generally tries not to do, but his eyes are flooded with tears and his heart is moved beyond telling.

“I – no, not usually, but if you’re asking if you can hug me right now, then yeah, I’d like that.”

Maggie beams and steps back from Alex so Adrian can slip into their arms, and Maggie notes with both a full and broken heart that Adrian is almost as tall as Alex, and given another growth spurt, he’ll probably wind up taller.

He meets her eyes over Alex’s shoulder and winks.

“This one’s a keeper, Maggie,” he says softly, but intentionally loudly enough for Alex to hear him, and they hug him closer.

“You take care of her, okay?” he tells them as he pulls back from the hug.

“Always.”

“And fortunately, you have all of dinner to give them the shovel talk, but for now, can we eat, is everything ready?”

Adrian and Alex laugh.

“You sound like my sister, babe” Alex comments, and Maggie flinches with a lopsided grin on her face.

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t sound like your sister last night – “

“Innocent child is present, please don’t corrupt innocent child!”

Maggie laughs because she knows he’ll be grilling her for details about their sex life later, but for now, his interest is in feeding his queer mom and her partner, in making them laugh, in feeling like the kid in the… family.

Family. Family.

She stands on tip toes and kisses Alex’s cheek again. They turn to her and beam down at her. “You and his parents have raised a beautiful son,” they tell her, and Maggie burrows into Alex’s chest as they watch Adrian taste-testing the rice.

“I mean he can cook like a god, so he’s worth keeping around.”

“Oh my god, he should meet Kara! Adrian, you should meet my sister, she exists to eat!“

“Sounds like my kinda woman! Now sit down, you two, I will accept no help from any mere mortals in my kitchen.”

“Technically, it’s my kitchen, Ade.”

“Technically, now I will make you help, so go set the table with your partner, Mags.”

“Yes sir.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

Alex laughs. “Are you two always like this?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Oh please, Maggie, tell them the truth!”

Maggie looks up into Alex’s shining eyes. “He brings out the worst in me.”

“Really? Because you look like the best to me.”

“There will be no making out in my kitchen! No – it – okay, fine, just don’t knock over the – okay. I’ll clean it up, I… oh well, they’ll come up for air eventually.”

And when they do, it’s to grab onto each other and gasp with laughter.

Between the three of them, it doesn’t stop all night long.

Watchful

REQUEST by ANONYMOUS: Hi there, I love your writing so much! Can I maybe have a Roman smut where you find Roman talking to his ex-wife on the phone and he has her on the speaker because he was busy with something and you overheard her saying that she still loves him, which causes you to get jealous af and have a bitter argument with him? Thank you!

Warnings: smut, language
(A/N) I still have to practice when it comes to the argument part, but I did my best. And also, I have no hate or disrespect towards Galina or anyone in Roman’s family whatsoever. I adore her and everyone else, so please don’t get the wrong impression😚 And thank you guys so much for reading, liking and reblogging my works, it means the world to me♥️.

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‘’Thanks for bringing Jojo Ro,’’ Galina spoke as she guided their daughter into her car. ‘’I hope you guys had a good time.’’ She smiled.

‘’Yeah the tree of us just stayed home and watched movies,’’ Roman smiled back. It was his turn to have Jojo for the weekend and since it was Sunday, Joelle had to get back to her mom . Him and Galina split up right before she found out she was pregnant again. ‘’How are you doing?’’ he asked her, ‘’With the pregnancy. I’m sorry I can’t be a part of it,’’ he quietly said. I guess he didn’t want me to hear it since he knows that I’m still cautious when it comes to Galina. Even though I was in the passenger seat, I could still hear majority of their conversation because the windows were rolled down.

‘’The pregnancy is going alright and it’s fine,’’ Galina said as she put her hand on his arm and smiled. ‘’I wish things worked out between us.’’

‘’It’s for the better,’’ Roman said, ‘’I’ll see you in a few days honey!’’ He waved at Jojo who was excitingly waving back at him.

‘’Bye dad, bye y/n!’’ Joelle smiled, making me melt. I was thrilled that the daughter of the man I’m in love with, loved me as much as I loved her. I remember the first time meeting Roman; we were both taking a walk somewhere in a park in Pensacola as we bumped into each other, both of us not paying attention where we walking. He insisted on taking me to dinner and how could I say no to a man like him? We started to meet up more and more and we could really get along. One night, he finally got the courage to tell me that he was in a divorce for a while and I felt, logically, responsible. He managed to convince me that it had nothing to do with me and that things were tensed between the two of them for a while. Once the divorce was final, he wanted me and Joelle to meet each other. Not right away of course, it was too fresh for her, but after a month or two. I was super nervous, not knowing if she’d like me or not. She was a little taken back at first, but once she found out I loved Disney movies as much as she did, she was all over me and we could talk about everything. I smiled as I was thinking back at everything.
‘’Are we going to watch more Disney movies next week, y/n?’’ Joelle yelled happily as she put on the seatbelt.

‘’Of course we are, I promise,’’ I smiled back at her. She cheered happily as Galina stepped into the car, blowing me kisses with her hand. ‘’See you next week!’’

‘’You guys are just too cute,’’ Roman chuckled as he made his way to the driver’s seat. ‘’I hope you didn’t mind, coming along.’’

‘’Of course not, are you crazy?’’

‘’I know you too well baby and I know that you still have your doubts on the relationship me and Galina have, am I right? You can kick my ass if I’m wrong.’’

‘’It’s not that I have doubts,’’ I said as I turned towards him,’’ it’s not that I’m insecure, I’m just careful.’’

‘’There’s no need to be careful babygirl, I’m not going anywhere.’’ He smiled and kissed my cheek. ‘’Now tell me, what do you want for dinner?’’

‘’Uhm I don’t know, maybe we can order something when we’re at home. I seriously need some rest after a weekend watching Disney movies. Not that I don’t love them, I adore them, but a whole weekend long is too much, even for me.’’

‘’At least the two of you enjoyed it,’’ he absently replied as he looked in the back mirror and drove backwards. ‘’I’ll call a takeout once we’re home.’’

‘’I love when you’re focused,’’ I admitted. The moment he seriously had to focus on something, he frowned, making him look angry, turning me on and he knew. He had a big smirk on his face as I playfully hitted his bicep and looked out of the window as he drove home.

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‘’I need a power nap,’’ I groaned as I stumbled into the living room, throwing my shoes in the hallway.

‘’First tell me what you wanna eat Mrs. Reigns,’’ he chuckled as he grabbed my waist in one fluid motion, pulling me close to him.

‘’I’m honestly open for anything,’’ I wrapped my arms around his neck, ‘’I ain’t got a ring on my finger yet, Mr. Reigns.’’ I teased.

‘’As you said yourself, yet.’’ He winked and kissed me. ‘’So you’re fine with Italian?’’

‘’Totally fine.’’

‘’Great, then Italian it is, amore mio.’’

‘’Since when do you speak Italian?’’ I laughed as he picked me up bridal style and gently lied me down on the couch.

‘’I don’t, it just happened to be few of the words I know,’’ he smiled and tucked me in under the blanket. ‘’Now get some rest babygirl,’’ he kissed my head, ‘’By the time you wake up, the house will be filled with the smell of Italy.’’ He assured.

‘’It’d be better if I woke up in Italy tho,’’ I replied as I closed my eyes.

‘’You’re going to sleep now so dream about it.’’ Roman joked as he gave me one last kiss and walked away.

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The smell of fresh pasta made me open my eyes slightly. I yawned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I expected Roman to be somewhere near me but there was no sign of him. ‘’Roman?’’ I called out. No response. I stood up and folded up the blanket as I made my way to the kitchen, finding the whole table covered with food. Wanting to take a shower before I devour everything that’s in the kitchen, I walked upstairs. As I got closer to the bedroom I heard Roman laugh. Not knowing what he was doing, I peeked through the door that was open for a little bit, finding Roman sat on the side of the bed sorting the laundry. He always wanted to help me with the house holding, so I wasn’t surprised.

‘’So what’re you up to?’’ I heard a familiar voice asking.

‘’Nothing much, just doing the laundry, having dinner with y/n and just rest before RAW starts tomorrow.’’ Roman spoke.

‘’Can’t you come over for a bit?’’ The female voice required. It was Galina.

‘’You know I can’t do that,’’ he sighed.

‘’If you want to, you can always come back you know and I still love you despite everything that happened.’’

‘’Look,’’ Roman started. I couldn’t listen to their conversation anymore so I made my way straight to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I usually don’t get jealous that quick, but as Roman said before, I still have my doubts when it comes to their relationship. I trust Roman, but not her. ‘’Y/n?’’ I heard Roman say, ‘’You okay?’’

‘’I’m fine,’’ I shortly replied as I made my way out of the bathroom, walking downstairs.

‘’No you’re not. Y/n what’s wrong?’’

‘’As if you don’t know,’’ I snarled.

‘’No, I don’t know, tell me.’’

‘’She is wrong,’’ I said, turning around, seeing Roman standing behind me.

‘’Who’s she? What happened?’’ He asked confused. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I walked over to the table to grab my keys. ‘’Where are you going?’’

‘’Look, before I say things that I don’t mean, I’m leaving,’’ I acknowledged.

‘’No, you’re staying and you’re going to tell me what’s wrong. Right now,’’ he demanded, grabbing my am roughly. ‘’So tell me, what’s the problem?’’

‘’Your ex-wife, she’s the problem. Can’t she just understand you’re with me now and leave you the fuck alone?’’ I angrily questioned. ‘’She constantly keeps flirting with you, telling you that she still loves you and god knows what else.’’

‘’You overheard the conversation,’’ he mumbled, kind of talking to himself. ‘’Y/n, we have kid together, soon to be two or even three, how am I supposed to ignore her? How am I going to tell her to ‘leave me the fuck alone’ while we share a history together?’’  His voice started to raise. I could tell he was frustrated but I wasn’t going to say sorry for anything.

‘’You know how much it irritates me when she acts like that towards you and you just let her get away with it, giving her the wrong signals. I maybe don’t say it, but you know damn well I can’t stand it and you keep on doing it,’’ tears started to fill my eyes.

‘’Keep doing what?’’ he almost screamed, causing me to take a step back. ‘’God y/n this frustrates the shit out of me. What the fuck do you mean with ‘you keep on doing it’?’’

‘’You keep on giving her the wrong fucking impression, Roman. If I didn’t know better, I would think you’d rather be with her than me.’’ I yelled back at him, tears falling down my face. His eyes widened and he probably didn’t know what to say since he kept quiet. ‘’I’m leaving now.’’ I quietly said and wiped my tears away. I grabbed my jacket and quickly wore my shoes as I shut the door behind me. Did this seriously happen? Roman and I never argued about anything. Sure, we had our disagreements, but who doesn’t? The cold night breeze made my cheeks feel extra cold because of the tears rolling down. I took a deep breath and started to walk.

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It was probably 11 pm and I had several missed calls from Roman but I wanted to talk to him in person. Walking always succeeded to clear my mind and help me to see situations from another perspective. As I was about to unlock the door, it opened. Roman was standing in the doorway, almost bursting out in tears. Before I could say something, he pulled me in for a hug.

‘’Look Ro, before you can say anything, I’m sorry. I know you guys have kids together, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling the way I feel about you. I’m crazy about you, I really am, but you gotta tell Galina to respect that we’re in a relationship right now.’’ I quietly said and looked up at him.

‘’I know baby, I know,’’ he sighed. ‘’I’m sorry I screamed, it was not my intention.’’ He caressed my cheek softly. ‘’And I know that I’m wrong when it comes to being clear to her. I don’t want to be mean towards her, let alone you. I’ll make sure I’m more clear next time, okay? But you gotta promise me one thing.’’

‘’And that is?’’ I asked as he pulled me closer to his body so there was no space left between us. He closed the door and pushed me against it.

‘’You have to tell me when something is bothering you because how’s daddy gonna know when something is wrong with his princess?’’ His deep voice was rough and full with lust, his pupils were blown. I was quiet for a moment, just looking at him. The longer I stared, the more aroused I got. ‘’I still got no answer, princess,’’ he spoke as his hands rubbed my waist.

‘’I promise,’’ I softly replied.

‘’Good girl, now let me show you how badly I wanna be with you.’’ He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, making me laugh. I felt him chuckling as he walked up the stairs. Once we reached the bedroom, he threw me on the bed and just looked at me. He slowly got rid of his shirt and unbuckled his belt, his eyes never left mine. I sat up and crawled towards the end of the bed, stopping him from getting rid of his pants. I bit my lip and looked up at him, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. He let out a sigh and grabbed my hair as I started to stroke his length. His grip tightened I swirled my tongue against the tip, still stroking him. ‘’Fuck y/n,’’ he groaned. His hand pushing me deeper, causing me to take his whole length in my mouth. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, almost making me gag but I kept my breathing under control. I slowly made my way back up and licked the side, making him shiver. He pulled my head back and I smirked up at him. ‘’Christ y/n, I was close, but daddy wants to please the both of us,’’ he hoarsely said. Without warning he got rid of my leggings and buried himself between my legs.

‘’Oohhh fuckk,’’ I moaned. His tongue circled my clit and dipped right into my entrance. I grabbed a fist full of his black hair and arched my back. The way he made me feel was unreal. He moaned against me, feeling the effects throughout my whole body. Two fingers found his way inside of me. ‘’Romann…baby…fuck..’’ I gasped as I felt my orgasm approaching. ‘’Don’t stop, don’t stop,’’ I squealed. He abruptly stopped and started to kiss his way back up. His hands roamed over my upper body and teared my shirt open. I raised my eyebrows, but before I could say a word, he flicked his tongue over my hard nipple. ‘’Roman,’’ I panted.

‘’I’m gonna make you feel so good babygirl,’’ he whispered in my ear as he stroked his dick slowly before I felt the tip push inside of me, ‘’So, fucking, good,’’ he grunted as he pushed all the way inside me. I couldn’t say anything because of the pleasure he was providing me with. My hands found their way around his neck as he set a pace.

‘’Daddy’s making you feel good?’’

‘’So fucking good,’’ I moaned. In a blink of an eye, I was straddling him.

‘’Ride me princess.’’ He seductively said. I nodded and started to bounce on top of him. Roman groaned and threw his head back, his hands guiding me deeper down with every movement. The friction of my clit rubbing against his pelvis made me reach my orgasm even sooner than expected.

‘’Roman I’m gonna cum,’’ I breathed. ‘’Oh my god, shit.’’

‘’That’s right babygirl, cum for me, cum for daddy,’’ he smirked as his thumb found my clit and started to rub it slowly. My vision went black as my orgasm ripped through my entire body. My walls clenched down on him, making his grip on my waist tighten. ‘’Shit, gonna cum,’’ he panted. I felt his dick jerk inside of me. He cursed and moaned my name loudly, making my body tingle. I loved the fact he wasn’t holding himself back, vocal or not. He gently pulled me off and lied me down next to him. ‘’There’s no way I would wanna go back to her, you’re all I want babygirl,’’ he said after a minute.

‘’That’s good to hear, because I wasn’t going to let you go anyways.’’ I chuckled and intertwined our hands together. I sighed and looked up at him. Despite the exercise we just had, he still looked flawless as always. I tangled my hand in his hair and played with it. ‘’I love you.’’ I whispered against his lips.

‘’I love you too, babygirl,’’ he smiled and kissed me. Minutes later, we shifted positions; he was lying between my legs, head on my chest. I continued to play with his hair and moments later, I could feel he had fallen asleep. I kissed his head and fell asleep myself, feeling confident about our relationship. 

Between The Lines

Summary: Justin Foley gets called out for being a dick and in the process gets told more about himself than he knew.

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smoking, mentioned abuse

A/N: This is my first 13 Reasons Why imagine, but I like the show a lot and I have a soft spot for douchebag guys with issues so Justin Foley’s character was like porn to me. Not to mention, I don’t like doing Y/E/C (Your Eye Color) or Y/F (Your Friend) I use discriptors based on me and as you read feel free to replace them with what you have.
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He was an asshole, a narcissistic asshole with perfect hair and blue eyes that could make anyone’s heart melt, but no amount of beauty was worth his nasty attitude.

Justin Foley walked confidently down the hallways, his plain t-shirt covered by his varsity jacket. A bright smile was on his face as he goofed off with his friends, the display of happiness fading when he saw her. From across the hallway, Y/N was staring at him, her brown irises shifting away from him to avoid contact.

Months prior they’d dated, Justin breaking up with her over a text without explanation, but everything was pieced together when the following morning he was walking down the hallways with Jessica perched under his arm. “Hey, Y/N,” He called out, giving his friends a pat on the back before departing from the group. “You look good.”

Y/N slammed her locker, the loud sound of metal on metal ricocheting down the halls. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, you know I’ve always liked it when you wear that shirt.”

“Then I’ll be sure to never wear it again.” Rolling her eyes, she turned away from him, an attempt to end the conversation but Justin wouldn’t have it.

His arm reached out to grab her, pulling her back gently. “What’s your problem? I was complimenting you, don’t girls like that?”

“Yes, girls like compliments but not from cheating douchebags like you.”

A few passerby’s looked their way trying to get in on the argument that was taking place. “I apologized for that, Jess and I aren’t even together anymore.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? I loved you and just because you’re so damaged from your mommy issues doesn’t mean you get a free pass to make shit if someone else’s life.”

Justin visibly recoiled, the jab making his stomach turn but he covered his pain with anger, waving an accusatory finger in Y/N’s face he all but snarled a response. “Don’t you ever bring my mom into this, that’s none of your business.”

“Oh, give up the hardass act.” Y/N scoffed, shifting her weight from one foot to another after readjusting her backpack. She was going to be late to fourth period but she didn’t care anymore. “I know more about you than you know yourself.”

“That’s what you think.”

“I know that you’re piss poor broke,” She whispered, while she was incredibly angry at the brown haired teen, she wasn’t going to be responsible for publicly humiliating him. “I know that you’re mother is usually so doped up on whatever she decides to take from meth Seth that some nights, she forgets your name. I know that when it gets like that, you go to Bryce even though he’s an even bigger asshole that you are.”

Justin’s eyes darted around the hallway, blinking furiously as he blinked back tears that he wasn’t even sure why they were coming. “Stop.”

“I know that you lock the door before you go to bed because although you try to act like a big, strong man, you’re still scared of the monsters.” Y/N got closer to him, her voice getting lower and lower as she became more gentle than before. “I know that you have nightmares, horrible, heart pounding nightmare that I had to literally shake you awake from and hold you the whole night so they’d go away.”

“I never asked you to.”

“You didn’t need to,” Y/N retorts quickly, brows furrowing at the defensive tone of his voice. “I did it because I care about you, not because I was fishing for compliments or praise or even your popularity, I did it because you needed someone and I was perfectly fine being what you needed.”

Justin’s face was down, eyes trained on his dirtied sneakers that were starting to wear out on the soles. “I broke up with you because I didn’t want you to leave.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Yes, it does,” He snapped but took a deep breath to calm himself. “I left you because it was easier than watching you walk away from me. I didn’t want to be left because of all my baggage.”

Y/N lifted a hand, lifting up his face so he was looking her in the eye. “Don’t you know me at all? I didn’t care about any of that stuff, I have just as much baggage as the next person and I wouldn’t have the right to judge you based on a life that you didn’t even ask for.”

He leaned into her palm, tears steadily streaming down his faces, he wasn’t bothering wiping them away, he just wanted the comfort of her warmth. “I broke up with Jess because she didn’t feel right, she was too caught up in the sex. I just want to be able to hold someone for once.”

“I understand.”

“Could you ever forgive me? I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just needed you to hate me so I had a reason to stay away.”

Y/N nodded, her body relaxing into his own, the smaller female being pulled into his arms for a hug that nearly made her knees buckle. He smelled like laundry detergent and cologne with the underlying hint of weed. “Of course, I don’t hate you, I just want to help.”

“Thank you,” He squeezed her tighter to him, his eyes closed as he felt safe in her arms, a feeling he wanted to hold onto for as long as possible.

Originally posted by clony