mild ride

7 Days of Heaven (Day 7 – Yugyeom)


Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-Youngjae Day 6-Bambam  

Characters:  Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage (light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it

Length:  5,768 words

A/N:  OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven! It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg).  I wanted to thank each and every one of you who had consistently shown love and support for this series!  I didn’t really expect to receive this much love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!

By the way here is the final installment, I hope it is good?  And things got a bit out of hand, as always, so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!

Also, please make sure to read until the end :))))))))))))))))  That’s it, enjoooooooooy!

At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come back.  They cannot make you stop talking about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on your guest room or living room.

“_____, let’s tak-“

“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?” Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum just let out a sigh.

“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s done.”  Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the older agrees.

“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can you say about him?”  Mark asks before downing the rest of his beer.

“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn!  He is so sexy when he dances.  Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn!  It is the first time that I envied a fucking floor.  Can he hump on me like that too?  Huh???  What do you think?  That will be great, right?  Damn…” You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.

“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed, okay?  ______?”  You nodded and you barely had your eyes open when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your room.  Jaebum and Mark just sighed before cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back so that they can all go home and call this a night.

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Such a pretty neck.

A/n: This picture is completely responsible for this, because his neck is too attractive to ignore and every time I see this photo I need five minutes to recover. Credit to whoever owns this picture, I just saved it on my phone.

There is literally no plot in this, just smut! This is only the second thing I’ve ever posted, so, I don’t know, give it a chance? Over 18’s only, if you’re not you could maybe read my first imagine instead, here

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Female)

Word count: 1095

Warnings: Smut, but quite mild really, just thigh riding (everyone’s favourite!) Swearing. That’s it.

No plot, if you wanted you could swap the name Bucky for Sebastian and it wouldn’t make any difference.


Bucky is sat on the sofa in your lounge when you arrive home. He seems captivated by whatever he’s watching on TV and you use his distraction to your advantage, taking a minute to study him. He looks good. 

Obviously he always does, but right now, relaxed and sitting in your shared house in casual clothes, you’ve never been more attracted to him. The joggers he’s wearing cling to his thighs and are stretched across his groin, and you clench your legs together at the bulge visual through the material. When you finally drag your eyes away from his crotch you notice the sweatshirt he’s wearing is the one you’d ‘borrowed’ a few days ago, the one he’s been trying to get back ever since. 

Then you move your gaze to his neck and get stuck. He hasn’t shaved today, or yesterday from the look of it, and there is the perfect amount of scruff to make you squirm. But it’s the skin a little further down that has your attention. It looks so smooth and unmarked, and before you know it you’re across the room and dropping yourself into his lap.

“Hey Y/N. I didn’t hear you come in.”

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Grind With Me // Peter Parker x Reader

Request: You ketchup hater, please write me a spidey one will ya? (via @bellamyblakesgun )

Pairing: Peter Parker x POC Reader (College AU)
Warning: Fluff, mild thigh riding and dry humping, alcohol mentions, Me screaming in the background as I watch his performance again and again
Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: I know I said no underage characters (AND I FUCKING MEANT IT) but Tom Holland is 20 so all my Peter fics will be a 20+ year old college AU type thing. PLUS DID YOU SEE THAT VIDEO. I’M DECEASED. This turned out to be a bit more sinful than I originally intended I’m not sorry at all. Also…what the fuck are endings?????

Originally posted by kevinkeller

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ML fic idea

The squad with rollercoasters

•They add two new rollercoaster to a theme park in Paris in honor of Ladybug and Chat Noir.
•The superheroes were invited to the Grand opening and each get free tickets for them +1. (There were more ticket giveaways to not single them out)
(Also. Cue Chat asking Ladybug if they want to go together. Cue Ladybug making an excuse not to)
•The next day they’re in class and Alya is complaining how she didn’t win a ticket
•"I run the Ladyblog! I should get to review the ride for free!“
•Nino’s not much into big rides but he likes the mild and kiddie rides and hasn’t gone in a while
•Last time they went was for Marinette’s 10th birthday party???
•Marinette says she won a ticket and can cover for someone
•Adrien says the same things
•(the kids are as oblivious as always)
•They make an excuse to why they didn’t mention it before
•Permission to go have been granted all around (Adrien finds a way to be without a bodyguard for the day)
•Plans are all set and they’re ready to go!

 –—Day of theme park–—-

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manorian drabble 2

first one here

These are totally unrelated. I’ve just been thinking up different scenarios and writing them out.

This scene was heavily influenced by head canons and discussions with @itach-i and @propshophannah (thank you trash-mates!)

I’m not sure what it says about me that I’m including a “warning” that this has no smut and is entirely safe for work… but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

After several hours in the air on the back of a wyvern, Dorian was more than happy to land. His first time flying - a feat he was still trying to comprehend - had been a wild ride. His mild fear of heights had turned into full blown acrophobia. With a fear of falling now accompanying it.

But. The upside was his position on the wyvern. Hours spent sitting right behind Manon. That pretty much overrode the fears. At least enough to keep him from hyperventilating.

As Abraxos dropped down towards the forest canopy, Dorian kept his eyes straight ahead. Focusing on the back of Manon’s head. Resisting the persistent urge to lean down and nuzzle her silken braid.

Glancing back to him, Manon said, “We’re almost there princeling.”

“I’m fine,” he said. “Flying has been wonder-”

Abraxos let himself free fall for a few seconds, forcing Dorian to squeeze Manon’s waist. He hunched over, pushing his forehead against her shoulder and closing his eyes against whatever grisly death awaited them. Gods, he hoped he didn’t vomit on her.

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George Weasley x Reader: Family Matters

AN: Thank you for the patience <3 Here is some George for you tonight, and hopefully I will have more fics out this week

Warnings: There’s a playful NSFW part, but nothing explicit 

Requested by: @resurrectedskeleton

Ice rolled through Y/N’s veins, and it felt like someone was air popping corn kernels in her stomach. She fussed with everything, fluffing her hair and making sure her clothes were pressed precisely. A spot of perfume but not too much, and any blemishes were covered up to make a good impression. Y/N charmed her shoes to dispel any water or mud, thinking she’d just die if she got the carpet in the Weasley household dirty.

Not the best way to be introduced to the parents of Y/N’s boyfriend.

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Jeorme Fic! ~Along for the Ride~ Part One

// Jerome Fic
~Along for the Ride~
Warnings: Mild Swearing. Scene that may be bothering or cause anxiety if you have fear of heights, Ferris Wheels, or falling. A little less cutesy. Ahh possible offensive language (not necessarily cursing but just a term for a girl who sleeps around a lot)
Need to know: Gotham basics. Also, I will be having what is hopefully a really cute Jerome fic coming up after this one.
Rating: Mid-Fluff.
Disclaimer: This might not be exactly to a T how Haly’s Circus is, I know. We only saw if briefly in one episode though, so I made it how I imagine it and how I wanted it for the story, hope it doesn’t bother anyone.
Word count: 1,671 //

You weren’t sure how your friends had gotten you to go to the circus. You weren’t really a fan of them, but something made you go. You had regretted it right when you stepped foot into Haly’s Circus. Kids were all around you, and loud, slightly distorted music played through unseen speakers. You looked around cautiously, unsure of what to do. Your friends had all split up right after entering, and you had been left in the middle of the circus. The colorful lights all around you seemed to blur together, you held your head. You couldn’t think at all, and shut your eyes tightly. Something about circus’ always got to you. The feeling of a hand on your shoulder startled you, and your eyes opened wide. “Are you okay?” A soft voice whispered. When you met his gaze, there was something behind the innocence in his eyes, something dark, and haunting. He helped you stand up, his head slighted tilted as he examined you. “What happened?” He asks, brushing some dirt off your sleeve.
“It’s just…something about this place, I-I don’t like it.” You whisper, upset that you felt as if you were about to break down in front of this stranger. He nods slowly, and exhales.
“A lot of people feel that way. Just give it a chance though, it doesn’t have to be bad. Come with me,” He says, dragging you off towards a Ferris Wheel and smiles at the operator. He simply walks through the entrance, and gets in one of the carts.
“Wait, don’t you have to buy a ticket?” You ask, pointing over at the small stand. He pulls the safety bar down into place. He shakes his head, and laughs as the Ferris Wheel starts.
“Not when you’re a part of the circus.” You look over at him in shock, and his laugh grows louder. You can’t help but think that it’s a quite cute laugh, and he looks adorable while doing it. “My mom is the snake dancer here,” he says, looking over at you. You shake your head, a smile growing on your face.
“So, you live at a traveling circus?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“That must be fun.” You say, more out of kindness than anything else. He laughs again, not giving an answer.
“So, what’s your name?” He asks, a huge smile on his face as he looks over at you. The way he says everything makes you feel like you are on a game show.
“Uh, what?” You ask.
“Your name?”
“Oh, right! I’m y/n.”
“Are you sure?” He quips, and looks down at the ever-shrinking ground.
You roll your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “What about you?”
“I’m Jerome, Jerome Valeska.” He replies finally, looking over at you once again, that huge smile still on his face.
Your cart reaches the top, and the ride halts, causing your cart to sway back and front gently. Jerome looks over at you, tapping the bar with one of his index finger. before his hand wraps around it. “Are you afraid of heights, y/n?” He asks suddenly. You shake your head.
“No, not really. Why?”
“Are you afraid of falling?” He continues, the danger that lurks in his eyes beginning to come to the surface.
“It’s not exactly a pleasant thought, but…”
Suddenly, without any warning, Jerome yanks the safety bar up. In almost an instant, you can feel yourself slipping. He throws his other arm over you to keep you in, and laughs loudly. His laugh is so loud, it can be heard echoing throughout the night. It reaches a point of hysteria, and his body beings to shudder and shake, his whole body vibrating so hard, it’s a wonder he isn’t plummeting to the ground. He lets his head fall back as he continues to laugh, which just causes the cart to go more out of control, tipping backwards a bit and forcing you back against your seat more. You reach up blindly and feel the safety bar, yanking it back down into place.
“What the hell?” You whisper, not able to make your voice loud. Your heart feels as if it’s going to pound out of your chest, and you close your eyes tightly, only to open them and see his eyes widen, and a huge smile plastered over his face.
“Ahh…what a rush!” He says, dragging his hand down his face, pausing for a second as his bottom eyelid pulls down slightly. His hand quickly moves from his face, and he slaps the side of the cart harshly, laughing again. Thankfully, the Ferris Wheel resumes to move, and this seems to jolt him out of his hysteria. Jerome looks over at you, his eyes still dark, but the huge smile now only a small grin. You were beginning to get a pretty bad vibe from him, and just wanted the ride to be over. You just wanted to get off, and never come back. He tilts his head slightly before he laughs again as the ride stops at the bottom. You push the bar up quickly and practically jump off, your legs shaking as you begin to quickly walk away. Jerome stands up and walks over to you, his long strides letting him catch up to you in a matter of seconds. He throws one arm around your shoulders. “Come on doll, don’t run away from me.” You shrug his arm off, and keep moving. “Okay! Fine, leave!” He shouts after you, causing people to look over. He laughs again, and holds his arms up in the air. “I’ll leave you alone.” Something about the way he says that sends chills up your spine, as if there was an unspoken, for now lurking in his mind.

Once you finally find your friends you’ve calmed down a bit, but your still quite pale. The Circus is now mostly empty, besides a few stragglers trying to soak in the last few minutes before it closed for good. After a long argument, you finally convince your friends to go home, not mentioning your run in with Jerome. You keep zoning in and out of the conversation, only catching bits and pieces of it. But a certain sentence snaps your attention back to the real world.
“Y/n, there’s a really cute guy staring at you,” one of your friends says, pointing over to a group of trailers. You peer into the darkness, but can’t see anything.
“Who? I don’t see anyone…” You mutter, squinting your eyes slightly. Your friends giggle, and move forward, forcing you to move with the group.
“Let’s go look for him,” another one pipes up from behind you. In only a few minutes your standing by one of the trailers, and your gaze bounces around nervously, finally landing on a trailer with a clear box in front of it. Curious, you move forward, leaving your friends to go over and look at the box. When you pull back the small curtains, your heart practically stops. A snake. You turn to shout back at your friends, to run, to do something to get their attention, but someone places their hand over your mouth. You can feel yourself being pulled behind the trailer, and panic. When your let go, you instantly whirl around, slapping your attacker in the face. Jerome stands in front of you, a stunned expression on his face. He tilts his head down, his eyes growing misty. For a second there’s a pain in your chest, a heavy weight settling on your heart. But as he lifts his head up again, he begins to laugh.
“Y/n?” You can hear one of your friends calling for you, and you open your mouth to answer. Jerome holds his finger over his lips, the smile disappearing instantly. After a few minutes of silence, you can hear footsteps, and one of your friends laughing. “I guess she can find her own way home.” Annoyance rises in you that your friends would just leave you here alone, and Jerome raises an eyebrow.
“What friends they are,” he whispers, brushing your hair back. You can feel anger rising inside of you, a pressure building up, and as your hands curl into fists, your lips curving up into a smile. Anger fills every vein in your body, and you begin to shake. Your mouth opens, everything in you ready to scream. Air fills your lungs in a rush, and you laugh. Jerome’s expression goes from shocked to maniacal in a split second, and his laughter joins yours, mixing into a horrific blend of hysteria. You feel yourself fall against him as you laugh, unable to stop. His body shakes with glee, he stumbles backwards slightly, his laughter reaching an uncontrollable state. He wraps his arms around you, supporting you in a hug. His laughter shifts and becomes more twisted, which only fuels your laughter, causing you to fall further over the edge.
“You shouldn’t be with girls like that anyways,” He manages to say, his voice taking on the same tone as his dark laughter.
“Girls like what?” You breathe out, finally managing to get your laughter under control.
“Those, sluts.” He hisses, dragging out the last word. This sends the two of you into another fit of uncontrollable laughter, sending the two of you further over the edge. Jerome kisses your cheek and pulls away from you. “I knew all you needed was a push.” He whispers, staring at you in awe. “Can I trust you, y/n?” He asks, his face contorting in mock seriousness.
“Yes,” you giggle.
“Are you sure?” He asks, grabbing your hand and leading you out to the front of the trailer in a waltz.
You nod, laughing softly again. “Yes.” He pulls you to him, and kisses your nose softly.
“How would you feel about hiding a body?” He asks.
Your heart pounds wildly, and a smile spreads across your face. You could tell this would be the start of a legacy.
One of death and madness.

#MLFluffMonth Day 2: Goodnight Kisses


Helluuuurrr, I missed the first day (although I’m still very much determined to finish that one) but here I am FOR THE SECOND DAY! I’m late af but shhh, ignore that <3 I am very tired yet determined. Hope you enjoy it!! You can find it on AO3 here

Juleka had never been one to show affection, but when it came to one Rose Lavillant she just couldn’t quite help herself. To her, Rose was as delicate as she was strong, always ready to take on a challenge, always ready to face what was ahead. Rose was, contrary to Juleka, an extremely positive person. As sensitive as she was, she always got back up after every crying session. As much as she cried over things that most people would not - such as an abandoned dog - she always ended her day with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes. Crying didn’t make people weak at all and Rose was the living proof, some people just cry more often than others.

Juleka loved her for that, for being so capable and for completing her in such a way. Whenever she felt helpless and like everything would fall apart, there Rose was, ready to hold her hand and throw a dazzling smile and a pep talk her way.
Today had been an amazing day for both of them, they’d gone on a date to an amusement park, Juleka had spent the day smiling and Rose had only cried once, over a public marriage proposal.
They’d held hands and giggled over silly things, they went from rides as mild as the teacups to ones as wild as the enormous roller-coaster right in the center of the fair.

Juleka had to admit her favorite ride, as cheesy as it sounded, was the Ferris wheel. She’d seen many movies where people kissed - or tried to - aboard a Ferris wheel, but when the wheel started moving, Rose and her huddled close together in an otherwise empty cabin, she understood the hype. It felt so right to be at what seemed to be the top of the world with someone she loved this much. As their cabin reached the peak of the wheel and the ride stopped for a few seconds, they both looked down through the dirty windows, seeing how small everyone else seemed in comparison to them. Besides, Juleka found out, they really were good for kissing.

As night approached, it was time to go home and say goodbye. Goodbyes were never their favorite part, but they knew they’d have the opportunity to see each other again the next day, making it more exciting. Besides, goodbyes meant goodbye kisses, which were always nice.

“Thank you for today,” Rose said softly and with a smile.

“I should be thanking you…always great company,” Juleka answered in much the same tone.

Sometimes when she talked to Rose, Juleka felt a burst of love in her chest, like an explosion of all things good and pleasantly warm inside of her. Never in her (short) 17 years of life had she ever imagined she’d love someone this much one day. And this was just the beginning.

Rose leaned in with her lips dramatically puckered and her eyes shut, making Juleka laugh at her antics.

“You want something?” She asked cheekily.

The blonde girl scoffed, “you know what I want! Give me a smooch and you’re free to go.”

Juleka really wanted to tease her further, but those big blue eyes could always make her cave. She leaned in and kissed her girlfriend sweetly in the lips, reveling in the warm, lovely feeling.


“Very,” Rose answered, seemingly satisfied and love-struck. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Juleka answered with a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And the next day, and the next, and the next…

First Time for Everything

So I combined three prompts into one, making this story consist of Virgin!Lashton and Luke’s first time being fingered and fucked and having an extremely overwhelming orgasm.

Warnings: Smut, virginity, first!time, fingering, riding, mild language

The first time they decided to go all the way, Luke had felt his skin go red as Ashton had quickly pushed him inside of his own bedroom. They had just gotten back from their seventh date together, at a park near Luke’s house.

Luke always got too nervous to go anywhere than 10 miles away from where he lived because he thought that he and Ashton would get lost if they went any further. Of course, this took away any chances of Ashton bringing him anywhere fancy, but he still managed to make Luke feel very special wherever they did end up going.

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daximed  asked:

DUDE AMUSEMENT PARK STEREK HEADCANONS ! I've always said that Derek would go to a theme park with the pack and just kind of silently be horrified on every ride. Like we're talking wolfing out a little in one of the pictures it takes on a ride, or the harnesses have indents that look a whole lot like someone's hands. Stiles would eventually notice and drag the pack to one of those ducky paddle boat rides and be like "guys please I /love/ this one" and Derek is so pleased stiles didn't tattle

OKAY BUT IMAGINE THEM GOING ON PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN AT DISNEYLAND you know how there are like no restraints or harnesses because it’s a super mild ride you just sit in the boat and hang out ok and Derek is just chill and relaxed and watching all the dioramas and everyone is like woo awesome isn’t this nice


and Derek totally ends up sitting in Stiles lap, freaked out and holding on, and when the lights come back on in the next scene everyone turns to them and are like “…dude" 

Mr Holmes takes a wife

My brain wouldn’t let this go, so I wrote it out to let it go (though I highly suspect it will return fully fleshed out one day). Here’s some rubbish tension filled regency smuttiness for you. 


Mr Hooper upon marrying his wife with her 2000 pounds was considered a fortunate man, even more so when he over time accumulated a great estate and 10 000 a year. Importance was never of a great consequence to Mr Hooper, contrasting Mrs Hooper who strode into society desiring to keep her head high in the ton. She wished for an advantageous marriage for her eldest daughter Molly who’s bloom was well-admired, though insatiable curiosity and forthrightness distanced any mild tempered young man through her best years, until she was teeming on spinsterhood.

Mrs Hooper however found an offer from a highly esteemed family of the nobler kind with barouche boxes enough to satiate her elegant mind for weeks, but the proposal she then put forward to her then 27 year old daughter was countered with a blank refusal, “Sir Holmes’ son is close to your age, and I am told is quite the intellect!”

Mama!” Miss Hooper exclaimed, storming out of the library with a book in her hand, desirous to end the fruitless discussion as quickly as possible. She was a great walker and employed her legs thusly to get out of her mother’s grasp, intending to seek out her father who was as usual in his study, “Papa -,” she stopped in her stride, standing outside the doorstep taking in the sight of her father’s rather severe countenance, “Papa?”

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Let Your Hair Down While You Still Can

“Could you, maybe, play with my hair?” Louis can’t see much, but he can feel the rush of heat in Harry’s cheeks when he blushes. “It’s what my mum used to do when I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, if that’s what Mummy Anne did, who am I to disagree?” Louis teases lightly, then runs his hand slowly through Harry’s hair. It’s still a little sticky from the product the hair team put in before the show, still a little crunchy from dried sweat because Harry won’t have access to a shower (with a decent amount of elbow room, at least, unlike the one on the bus) until the morning, but with each stroke of Louis’ hand through lank curls Harry goes looser, looser.

Born to Be Mild

“So do you ride?” the boy asks. He grins, nods at something behind Harry. “Is one of those yours?”

Harry turns, remembers that he had been ogling a shiny white motorcycle. It still gleams temptingly, and there’s a sudden thought flashing in Harry’s head like a warning light: tattoos-soft fringe-blue eyes-do you ride? and Harry says, “Yeah.”

The boy’s eyebrows raise, slowly but steadily. Like he can’t believe it. Like it’s unbelievable that Harry would ride a giant white motorcycle. That, Harry decides, cannot be allowed to happen. So, he also decides, turning back to the motorcycle, he must prove his validity. His manhood. Even if he’s lying.

Suddenly, Harry’s straddling a motorcycle, and this isn’t even the weirdest place he’s ended up after a night out.

The Deepest Cut (Is The First Time)

“You know what we should do?” Louis asks, his voice a little wobbly but otherwise fine. Harry’s jealous of how in control of himself he seems, when he feels like he’s about to combust into a million heart-shaped pieces of confetti. “Or, actually, you know what you should do?”

“What? Anything. Whatever you want,” Harry mumbles, his attention scattered by the heat thudding through his veins.

“You should fuck me,” Louis says.

And, suddenly, he has Harry’s attention laser-focused on him once more.

Like A River Flows

Harry wonders at his luck, sometimes, that when he looks at Louis and feels his stomach flip, he doesn’t have to push it away, drown it out; he can do something about it, lean over, kiss the joy right off Louis’ lips. He’s still trying to figure out what good deed he did in a past life to earn this. Still a little awestruck that this is the person he’s in love with, the boy he’s in love with.

And. Wait.

That’s new.

Harry’s fully awake now, his eyes wide open. His heart’s beating so hard he’s surprised it doesn’t wake Louis, because all Harry can hear is the thunder in his eardrums and feel the pounding against the inside of his chest. Love. He’s in love, he’s in love.

Get Knocked Down

A yellow blur, a massive yellow blur, comes roaring out of nowhere. Harry, sickeningly enough, recognizes him: it’s Agbonlahor, a striker for Aston Villa and one of Louis’ favorite players on an otherwise terrible team. He’s hurtling toward Louis and, for a moment, the world stops. Harry feels the beer he’d been holding drop with a soft thump to the carpet. Louis looks so tiny, suddenly on the very big screen; how did anyone allow him out on the pitch with all those huge men? Harry can’t look away. He has to look away. He can’t.

Agbonlahor crashes headlong into Louis and the crunch can be heard all the way in Los Angeles.

Stay With Me 

Louis doesn’t let go the way Harry lets go. Harry lets go in throat-ripping cries, in buzzing limbs taut with tension, tossing his head until Louis forces him still.

Louis lets go softly. Louis lets go like an exhale, a breath of air and his muscles go loose, his body follows Harry’s lead. Louis lets go like a flower’s petals unfurling, opening himself up delicately, quietly. Louis lets go and the world spins slower, just for him.

Lovely Made From Love 

There’s gonna be a baby, soon. A real one, one made of little pieces of Louis and little pieces of Harry, and they’re gonna get to keep it, forever.

Harry grins into his palms, a little overwhelmed.

The sleepy silence is disturbed suddenly, the loud sounds of both of their phones vibrating startling them both into action. Harry’s getting a call from his mum, Louis is getting one from Lottie.

“H’lo?” Harry answers. “Mum?”

“Harry, love,” comes Anne’s voice. “It’s time.”

Harry nearly drops the phone. He looks up, meets Louis’ startled eyes. It’s time.