my night went a little something like this

Dontshootmespence Masterlist: Spencer x Reader Smutty One Shots

All of the Spencer smut is here!

I Don’t Need to Pretend ** Until The Sun Comes Up ** Weekly Massages ** Research ** Frenzy ** I Have No Idea Why ** Round One ** Spare Me ** Another Side of You ** My Lady ** Everything Hurts and I’m Dying ** It’s Like Porn ** Corny Jokes and Horny Folks ** No Interruptions ** A Little Something ** Natural Talent ** In Your Sleep ** Roleplay for Dessert ** All Mine ** Tit for Tat ** Caught ** The Art of Seduction ** I Don’t Want To Think ** The Next Morning ** Awkward Conversations ** That Night a Good Boy Went Bad ** Three Years ** Nothing But Us ** You’re It For Me ** Everyone Knows ** Two Weeks of Bliss ** The Perks of Dating a Genius ** The Sweetest Punishment ** We’ll Make Time ** This Changes Everything ** I’ve Missed You ** It’ll Have to Do ** Too Long ** Taboo ** A Better Taste ** I Know I Can ** Bathed in Colorful Light ** A Woman in Uniform ** A Man In The Navy ** What a Surprise ** A Heated Discussion ** Mutual Enjoyment ** No Pressure ** Too Hot ** More Than Okay ** Taking Control (M/M) ** Accidental Snap ** Right Now ** With Pleasure ** For Science ** Jumping to Conclusions ** Saturday (not super smutty) ** Long Shot ** Short Leash ** Rules ** You’re On ** Payback’s a Bitch ** Something Brand New ** Close Quarters ** Out in the Open ** The Full Picture ** Earning My Title ** Checklist ** New Sensations ** Indulging His Fantasy ** Whatever Works ** Biology Hates Me ** 16 Hours to Go ** It All Started With a Skirt ** Me Again ** Mission Impossible (smut talk only) ** High Risk ** Lesson Learned ** For Our Eyes Only ** Will You Be Mine? ** Contest ** Heat ** I Love You As… ** Overcome By Honey ** Upping the Stakes ** A Good Look On You ** His Wildest Dreams ** In the Midst of Something Beautiful ** A Wondrous Night ** Equally Breathtaking ** Right Under Their Noses ** The Ecstasy of Words ** Uncertain Circumstances ** Big Spoon ** My New Go-To ** Trying Something New ** Don’t Take Your Eyes Off Me ** Pinned ** 

Threesome

Threesomes are a tricky topic, lots of people think that it’s something they would like to do at some point, most men seem to prefer themselves with two girls, but there are some who even prefer to be with another man and their girl. The reality can often be very different, and honestly can cause a lot of problems for partners when introducing someone else into a sexual experience, partners can often be left with feelings or rejection or inadequacy. So for some it’s probably best left as a fantasy. For me and my husband it was a fantasy for a while and took a long time before we acted on it. For some it’s more fun spontaneous, just meeting a random guy and end up back in a hotel room together or something.

For me the first time was on a vacation we took together, when you go away you tend to leave some of your boundaries back at home and are a little more open. We had arranged to meet a potential guy in a bar on the second night we were there, he was living in the area and we had spoken to him for some time before hand, mostly to see what he was like, see that he was relatively normal etc. Also meeting in a bar allowed either him or us to walk away if things were not right or you didn’t click.

The whole getting ready for the vacation almost became centered on this threesome we were going to try, me and my husband were both excited and nervous in equal measure and was really quite funny on the short flight down there. The first night we went for a nice meal and an early night. The day of the meeting, we went to the beach, and asked each other if we were ‘ok’ about a hundred times each.

Getting ready to go out was fun, doing make up, he dressed up in jeans and a shirt. I had shaved, every inch of myself from the neck down, done my make-up and chosen a little black dress to wear. I like the dress as I don’t need to wear a bra with it, and is short but long enough I can get away with wearing no panties. That was a little something me and my husband planned that I would be commando, to add a little excitement, though I did carry a thong in my purse as you never really know how an evening will go. Other than my little black dress (photo at the end of the story), I just had a black pair of high heeled shoes on.

We got to the bar a few minutes before the arranged time, we didn’t speak much on the short journey there, just sort of smiled a little at each other. I think we both wanted to try it, but you want the other person to want to too, and you don’t want to seem too enthusiastic if they are not too. The bar was a good choice, the music was not too loud, so you could have a conversation, but it was loud enough that you wouldn’t really be overheard by anyone. The bar was quite small with a few tables taken, but we found a place towards the back. My husband ordered us a couple of drinks and we sat nervously waiting, while I realized the slight problem of sitting on a chair in a very short skirt that rides up as you side down, and feeling the cooler breeze between my legs.

We both saw the other guy arrive (ill call him Mark), and he spotted us at the same time, with an awkward smile and wave he came over. He seems quite shy and quiet at first, and mostly we all made small talk, offered a few compliments and sipped at our drinks. The first hour followed in very much the same fashion. After a few drinks we chose to order some tequila, which soon relaxed people a lot more, I was feeling quite drunk, and my husband and mark seemed well on their way too. This helped us to talk about the night a little more, I had mark come and sit next to me too, so I was in the middle of my husband and mark. I know my husband was really horny as I know he hadn’t cum for about a week, and marks eyes moved often from my boobs to my legs.

We probably looked a little ‘close’ for a group of three, but no one paid us much attention. When mark went to the restroom, my focus was back on my husband and we would kiss, but when my husband left I shared my first kiss with mark, and his hand was in my lap, I parted my thighs a little and his hand slid slowly up. His eye sprang open and looked at me with a massive grin as he realized I had no underwear on, and he had for the first time touched my freshly shaven, tight little pussy.

We went next door to a club, where is was quite busy, we danced together, but by now we were all loosened up and all wanting to go somewhere more private. We took a taxi back to our hotel, where again I sat in the middle of them in the back, however this time they were a lot more attentive towards me. Their hands were roaming my body and their hands feeling their way up and down my legs, I would kiss one and then the other. The taxi driver must have known full well what was going to happen when he stopped outside our hotel. We were all a little drunk, and so turned on that it seemed to move as a dream from taxi to hotel room. When in the room I was standing kissing Mark, and my husband was in close behind me, he pulled at my zip at the back on my dress and it fell to the floor so that I was now standing naked apart from a pair of heels between two men. After some more touching and kissing, I sat on the bed and took off my heels. They stood in from on my, and stripped naked too. They were both rock hard before id even touched them. I looked at these two big hard cocks, and looked up to their horny and lustful eyes. I sucked my husband’s cock while playing with Marks cock in my hand, then changed to sucking marks cock while rubbing my husband’s cock wet from my mouth. We then went into the shower together, where there was a lot of soapy rubbing and touching going on. I got out first and went to the bed and laid in the middle of it with my legs wide open. My husband ate my pussy while I sucked Marks hard cock. After they both sucked on a nipple each and groping my boobs while they worked their fingers inside of me.  Mark was the first to get on top of me and slide his cock in me, It felt so big but so good with every trust I wrapped my legs around him. I played with my husband’s cock and sucked it between groans. The changed positions, and my husband was pounding me with a great excitement as I tasted my wet pussy from Marks cock.

I stood on the floor and bent over the bed, as they both stood behind me hard, they slapped their big cocks against my ass. My husband then knelt on the bed in front of me, and I went to on all fours, and Mark fucked me from behind as I sucked my husband’s cock, Mark was making suck loud groans as he complimented my ass and moaned as if he were in heaven. The thrill of being spit roasted like this had me Cumming too, being fucked doggy by mark, I held my husband’s cock as I screamed out Cuming so hard. All of a sudden Mark Is groaning louder and starts to go rigid and I can feel him Cumming in me. Me and my husband are turned on more, and as Mark gets off me and lays on the bed, My husband starts fucking me doggy, his hard thrusts pumping all Marks cum out of my pussy and can feel it running down my thigh. It isn’t long before I cum again, and my husband cums inside me too. I can feel his cum being released in me stronger than normal, he stays inside me for a few minutes until he pulls out his cock which flops against his thigh exhausted. We all laid naked on the bed not speaking for about 10 minutes next to each other breathing heavily and feeling very satisfied.

9

Ok guys, I think I can finally wrap my brain around this enough to give a coherent recap. I’m a processor, so I had to live it in the moment, and now that I’m on the plane leaving the experience behind, hopefully I can make sense of it. I posted pictures in order of event. Sorry I can’t write in between each pic, but I’m on my iPhone and it won’t let me add pics as I go. Anyway, to get on with it…
I started my epic adventure with a 4 hour layover in San Francisco which isn’t as bad as it might seem, because I’ve been married for 25 years and have 4 kids and rarely get to be alone! Let the adventure begin. I roomed with the amazing @sileas84 who is 100% responsible for me attending this con. She employed shameless peer pressure and I crumpled like a card tower in the hands of a toddler. I have no regrets. We arrived at the con at 6:30 am and immediately met up with a group of awesome women (in picture two - this is @myguiltyolpleasure’s pic btw). We were determined to be up close. FIVE HOURS OF WAITING later, we sat on row 5 center and I was thrilled. I was really hoping for a good view. And boy did I get one! Sam twirled in that kilt and I didn’t even try to look, his knickers presented themselves to me! Simple black boxer-briefs - always a classy choice 😂. For most of the panel I could see right up his thigh just because of the way he was sitting in relation to where I was sitting. It’s not that I looked, it’s just that it was thigh porn and I totally looked. At one point we were directed to take a selfie, so we did. (Pic 3) If there’s one thing I can tell you about this particular con, it’s that it was all about obedience. I have never been yelled at by adult strangers so many times in one day since I was a pre-teen. If you stepped out of line, and I mean that literally and figuratively, you heard about it.
I won’t talk about the panel because all y'all have seen it. It was fun, they were adorable and I love them. The hour flew by and I could have sat there and listened to them for the rest of the day. Sam’s unintentional joke about reading about stuff on Tumblr cracked me up, mostly because he was mortified and blushed.
After the panel the autograph session filled up immediately, so we went to get lunch. Ladies, I got up at 4:30am. It was 12:30. I was starving, parched, desperate to pee - cons are not for the weaklings of the herd. That Diet Coke was on par with meeting Sam. I’m just sayin’. Lunch was a tiny little respite in a sea of hurry up and wait. Following our brief lunch we did our photo ops. You need to understand, those two photos took 4 hours. Compare the photo with only Sam vs the photo with both and look at Sam’s eyes. By the time we got to group photos, he was literally exhausted, yet he treated us exactly the same both times (as did Cait) - warm and welcoming, said hello, eye contact, a little squeeze of the hand on the shoulder (ded. I am ded) They were ultimately respectful of the fans and the time and money we put into this. Said thanks and goodbye as we left. I am so impressed with both their professionalism and their basic humanity. These are quality people. The solo photo op is where I had my hair/armpit incident. We walked up and Sam just throws his arms open to engulf you in his superior humanity. As he was putting his arm around me (did I REALLY just type that!) he caught my very long hair with his arm and I ended up being trapped right up against him with my head sort of forced to lay against his arm. I. Am. Not. Complaining. I’m stunned that I had the presence of mind to smile. All I could think of was that I was pressed up against Sam so tight that I could feel how soft the leather of his jacket was. I didn’t even notice that he had changed from kilt to jeans until later.
My first thought about Caitriona when she entered the panel stage is that no picture or video can ever prepare you for how tall and thin she really is. And how gorgeous and graceful she is. And how charming and funny and silly and well spoken and sincere and kind. Ok, I’ll stop. Just look up all the positive adjectives.
Next we went to the autograph line. I was there when the lights went out and Caitriona joked about that not being the way to get to Sam and also when he was jokey about being bored because he had no one at his station so he teased her about taking too long and went over to harass her at her table. They were funny and relaxed and enjoying themselves and it was great to see the spontaneous interaction. Every event was very rushed, but they again did their best to say hello, make eye contact, say a little something to you, and thank you for coming. I had them sign my original Outlander book that was given to me by a friend about twelve years ago, who said, “You might like this.” Famous last words. As you can see, it’s lived a good life. I’ve lent it out many times. I said at dinner last night that I was too nervous and hadn’t really say anything to Caitriona, until I literally went oh my gosh! I did say something to Cait. I had totally blocked it in my nervous state. She commented on how well loved my book was, and I said ‘yes, it’s been read many times by many people and it opens right to the wedding scene’ and then I proved it, by opening it right to that scene. So, yep. I did that. I blushed so hard my eyeballs turned red when I remembered that. Sam was equally adorable, but I just had 'do not say that to sam’ on repeat so then I didn’t really know what to say to him. He was so sweet. His handler was rushing him a little bit and he sort of looked at him and then apologized to me for being rushed along. He looked me right in the eyes. He winked at me and smiled. Ladies, the smolder is real. I was POSITIVE I was immune to the Sam effect and I am NOT. I literally went weak at the knees. My stomach churned. I started shaking. I giggled. I could not think. Well, I could. But the only thing I could think was 'Sam. Sam winked at me. Sam’s eyes are so blue. Sam is so beautiful. Sam. Sam winked at me.’ My brain sort of jammed.
After dinner a huge group (like 17) of us went to dinner. It was awesome. It was amazing. These ladies are incredible. Our fandom is incredible. Last night we went to a smaller dinner and stayed for hours. I can’t tell you how hard we laughed. It was so much fun. I seriously love this place for so much more than Tumblr. We are such a diverse group. Different cultures, different educational and socio-economic backgrounds, different personal and relationship statuses, and most importantly, different ages. We have so much to teach each other and so much to learn, and as a group, we are so generous with our time, talents, resources, emotional support and wisdom. I treasure this. I am so grateful I went. I loved meeting Sam and Caitriona. It was great fun. Meeting dear friends who will remain forever was life changing. I look forward to doing this again one day and meeting even more of you.
Sorry I bombarded you with a DG length post, but thanks for making it through. All I can finish with is if you didn’t leave with a Totes McGoat tote, then you didn’t con right!!

Yes, but what if? (Yoonmin masterpost/prompt)

Okay so a few months ago I read this fanfiction. In a few words IT WAS THE BEST YOONMIN FANFICTION I’VE READ IN THE ENTIRETY OF MY LIFE. It’s based on real events and the only thing I can say is that ever since I read it my brain is convinced that this actually happened between Yoonmin. If you haven’t read it I insist you do.

This fanfic describes how Yoonmin were in love since they met but hadn’t realized it until the period Yoongi had written/recorded First Love. The writer (Hello, by the way, if you are reading this! I hope you don’t mind me promoting your awesome work. I asked for permission in your comments, but if you have a problem just tell me and I’ll take it down.) bless them, talks about how the rest of Bangtan found out Yoongi and Jimin were in love before the two of them did. If I continue I probably won’t stop. So please read it! Especially if you are a Yoonmin stan.

So as I said, my fantasy world is set in a reality where this actually happened. And in this reality, (also in the fanfic, according to the time it’s placed in) Yoongi and Jimin got together on the day Yoongi recorded First Love. So that means that in this picture

they have just begun dating. *Reminder: This is all happening in my brain. I have formed my own reality. Nothing is true* Okay so, because  my brain needed more of this story, I began putting real events into this fantasy world in a way that would seem like the two are actually together. Do you get me? Like, I’d watch/read whatever happened on twitter or in Bangtan Bombs, having in mind that the two of them were actually together. I’m weird I know. I hope I’m not the only one who does this, or else it’d be really awkward. Here are some of these moments.

*Credits to the owners*

I’d watch these and think that when they were filming this, they were actually together. It made my heart flutter every time. Again I hope other shippers do that too.

So, because I needed to convince my self that this fantasy world really existed, I began making audios, writing fics, drawing fanart based on this world. I wanted to make something like Behind The Scenes moments that didn’t actually exist. I hope anyone out there can relate. Yoonmin has taken over my life and it’s the only thing that occupies my mind ever since I read that fanfic.

During this period I’ve come up with the following. It’s more of a prompt for a fanfic. It’s extremely stupid but I can’t help my self.

*ALL THE FOLLOWING ARE FIGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION! NOTHING REALLY HAPPENED!!*

So Yoonmin supposedly got together some time in August. Suga’s mixtape was released around that time (correct me if I’m wrong), but the songs were written long before. Here’s a fanfic that fits this story line. Then their WINGS comeback was in October. During that time Yoongi and Jimin were still exploring this new territory.

Their first time was some time in early November.  

And the talk was in early December. I’m shit at writing fanfics but I’ll try my best to explain what was said during the talk. It went a little like this:

Yoongi and Jimin were lying on the couch in their dorm living room at night chatting about different things (because in reality that’s what Yoonmin loves to do with each other)

when Yoongi said.(for a second time that night)

“I can’t imagine my life without you” or “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you.”

Jimin sat in silence for a while, scrunching up his nose (in that cute way he does) in confusion.

“Hyung, are you proposing?” he asked looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi was confused by the question but then said something like:

“I know we can’t get married in Korea, but if we could would, you marry me?” or like “I know it’s impossible because no1 we are idols no2 no one knows about us(*supposedly they hadn’t ‘come out’ to the rest of BTS, despite the fact that BTS knew they’d end up together before them*) and no3 we live in a country where marriage between men is not allowed, but lets say non of these were in the way. Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

And then Jimin kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Yoongi’s black hair.

“Of course I’d marry you, Yoongi. I love you way too much. And even if we can’t get married, I’d still want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what.” And they kissed again.

They exchanged gentle kisses for a couple of minutes until Jimin pulled back and said.

“Yoongi? I think we can.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, a little light-headed from Jimin’s kisses.

“I think we can get married. I have an idea.” Jimin said.

So Jimin explained his idea, that being them going to the United States for their Wings Tour and getting married there. They’d do it in private, just the two of them and a witness *they later decided on RM, because no1 he was the leader and deserved to know, no2 he wouldn’t judge them(none of the boys would but those were Jimin’s insecurities talking) and no3 he could speak english so they would be able to communicate with the people there*. They’d do it on their second day in New Ark, NJ, in the morning before they started getting ready for the concert. When I tell you I did research for this I’m not kidding. I literally looked up ‘how can gay couples get married in Newark?’. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.

“No one has to know. We won’t cause a scandal, because no one will find out. We’ll tell management that we went out to get coffee or whatever. We’ll just go and sign the papers. And in the future, if marriage gets legal back at home and we can be who we really are without fear, we can actually have a ceremony there.” Jimin said.

Anyways, during the next week they did their own research, filling out marriage license applications, talking with Namjoon (RM told them that they all knew and would all be present that day). Everything was settled before they left for the tour. They had even booked the appointment with the center.

Then I got inspiration and created this, which happened during their stop in NY before heading to Chile. During the rest of the tour they were pretty much occupied with rehearsals and sleep. They got the same room in hotels and, even though they were really tired every night, they always kissed each other good night and whispered a ‘saranghe’ before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

So as I said, this is all in my brain. I know it’s fake and I know that ‘of course Yoongi and Jimin aren’t getting married in real life and you are stupid for thinking it can actually happen.’ That’s what I told my self a week ago and I had almost forgotten about it, when Day 2 of the Newark concert came around and I saw this:

The photo was taken after their concert on their second day in Newark.

Then I noticed the ring on Jimin’s finger.

Jimin’s been wearing this ring for quite a while now, but the fact that it was on his fourth finger and the fact that Yoongi

had the same one on his fourth finger got me going crazy. Of course it’s a coincidence but I can’t help but think of this other reality. I’m mean, yes nothing’s real, but what if?

Anyways I wanted to share this, because

1. I wanted to know if anyone else in this world had the same thoughts (please tell me, I want to know)

2. I am Yoonmin trash and just can’t help it.

3. I hope someone writes a fanfic about this.  I’d do it but I can’t write. And if you do let me know!

4. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore…

Anyways thanks for reading! I hope I didn’t tire you. But then again if I did you wouldn’t be reading this now. ;)

Have a wonderful rest of the day!! And enjoy this married couple.

Credits to the owners of the pictures.

Lip Gallagher imagine “Are you happy now?”

Originally posted by shamelessturkey

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x reader
Requested: nope
Warnings: cursing, my poor and shitty writing skill
Author note: soooo this is my first imagine EVER!!! And I’m kinda FREAKING OUT!!! Sorry for this…

———————–

You were sitting at the top of the Gallagher house smoking and just looking at the night sky like in cliché teen movie. It was pretty cold that’s why Lip went to get you something hot to drink.

“Here I am” you saw Lip’s head popping out of the door. You took both cups so he could come up.

“Thanks! Oh my god it’s fucking freezing!” As Lip climbed on to the roof you gave him one of the cups back.

“Yea I know.” Lip took a little sip.

“Soooo how was your day?” You did the same thing.

“Well I mean it was just a regular shitty day. I woke up, went to school, did somebody else’s homework, got paid. Just a usual day. What about you?” Lip took away your cigaret.

“Eeeem I woke up, went to school, skipped a few lessons, stole somebody else’s wallet, went home, got yelled at by my mom and pretended I was doing homework for the rest of the evening” You laughed a bit.

“By the way what about your mother not liking me?”

“She thinks that you have a bad influence on me” you laughed again.

“Seriously?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not that I care”

“WHY do you even care? We are not a couple, are we? You told me it yourself. We are just best friends who fuck”

“Yea we are”

There was I little silent pause. You looked at Lip and saw that he was a little upset

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Why?” Lip looked at you with a confused expression.

“I can see when you are not telling me something. So come on. Spill it” You took your cigarette back.

“It’s nothing!”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me Lip Gallagher!” You raised your voice

“There’s nothing to tell!” Lip was getting angry.

“Liar!” You giggled

“Fuck! I’m not lying!”

“Not telling something to your best friend equals lying!”

“No it doesn’t!

“YES IT DOES!” By now you have already been yelling at each other. “If YOU won’t tell me I’m gonna ask Ian!” You jumped on your feet and started walking towards the door.

“I think I love you!” Lip yelled at your back. “Are you happy now?!” You slowly turned to face Lip.

“What?” You asked really quite.

“I really liked you when just started to fuck and I hoped that I will get over it but I didn’t and I know that you’re dating that dickhead Liam but I honestly don’t care and I know that it is pathetic and corny and…” Lip didn’t get the chance to finish as you pressed your lips to his. Your hands snaking around his neck and his resting on your waste.

The kiss was really passionate but soft at the same time.

You broke the kiss.“I love you too Lip Gallagher. And yes. I’m happy” You giggled.

“I got turned on. Maybe we can move to the bedroom?”

“You are a romance killer” you laughed.

If you liked it PLEASEEE let me know

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 5/?)

Okay, I’m not proud of this part, but I need some time-filler before cool things start happening.

I asked you for any recommendations and adivces, you wrote me about dinners, hickeys, jealousy, it’s all coming soon, I promise!

I already almost finished part 6, but I think I will postpone it and make it part 7 and write new part 6 if that makes sense lol

PART 1     PART 2      PART 3     PART 4


Bryce and Zach were literally sitting on the grass in front on Bryce’s house and waiting for us to come.

“Finally! What took you so long?!”, Bryce asked when we got out of the car.

“She drives like shit”, Monty said.

“Excuse me?!”, I knew we had to make up an explanation on why we were gone for so long, but boy, no one will talk shit about my driving. “I had to refuel”, I lied.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t drive like shit”, he looked at me with cocky grin.

“Guys, still, it’s like five minutes road”, Zach said. “Ten in both ways. Fifteen with refueling. And you were gone for like fourty-five. So…”, he crossed his arms on his chest. “What were you doing for missing thirty minutes?”, he squizzed his eyes at looked at me, then at Monty, again at me and again at Monty. 

“Okay, fine”, I rolled my eyes. “His parents aren’t home for a weekend and his mum left him lasagne or something like that and because he’s drunk so after he found shisha, he felt a little hungry and well, he ate the whole damn thing”, I shrugged. It was probably the most stupid lie ever, but at least snouded like something that would last around 30 minutes.

“What?”, he mouthed and glared at me.

“Have fun, boys”, I smiled at them and went back to the party.

I spent rest of the night on drinking coca-cola, watching boys playing berr pong, talking to peple and spotting Montgomery being very touchy with his new friend. I wasn’t obviously jealous of her, I was actually feeling sorry for her, because she probably thought he would call her in day or two, but well, surprise, it’s Monty, girls don’t get a call from him after he gets what he wants.

***

First thing I saw on Monday morning in school was Montgomery harassing some freshman.

“Monty”, I stood next to them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, I asked calmly.

“He started it”.

“Blah, blah, blah”, I rolled my eyes. “Right now I see you, holding him by his shirt”, I looked at his clenched fists. “Hands to yourself, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth.

Finally he released the other guy.

“Go to the class, kid”, I said and gave him a little smile. I looked at Monty with serious look on my face. “It’s slowly getting boring”

“What?”

“I’ve been putting you in your place since like seventh grade.”

“You chose it for yourself, nobody never asked you to stand up for people”, he snorted.

“Pull yourself together, Cruz”, I walked past him and went to the class.

***

“Guess, who got laid last Friday”, as usual I was sitting in cafeteria with Jess and Sheri when boys came after their PE.

“Why should we care?”, I asked

“Montgomery”, Justin said excited.

“Wow, that’s exciting”, I said and went back to my Spanish homework I’ve forgotten to do during weekend.

“It’s probably that girl who was all over him for the whole party”, Jessica snorted.

“And seriously Monty, even you can do better than walking around and bragging about having sex”, Sheri gave him a pity look.

“I wasn’t bragging!“, he defended himself, as he sat next to me.

“He didn’t have too. We just had PE, he’s scratched as fuck”, Zach said.

“Oh my God, what are you, fourteen?”, I asked. “Everyone of you get laid sometimes, stop making big deal out of nothing”, I rolled my eyes. “Besides, it was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty?”, I looked at him trying not to laugh. It’s not like he would say it was me.

“Fuck you, Y/N”, he smiled at me sarcastically.

Few minutes later Monty dropped his phone. He bent down under the table to reach it, but he wouldn’t be himself if he just took the phone and sat again. Instead his hand went from my anckle to upper thigh. I gave him the “I’ll kill you” look, he just sat like nothing happened and went back to scrolling on his phone.

Some time later we both got up to go to the chemistry.

“What was that?”, I asked as soon as we left cafeteria.

“It was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty”, he mimiced me.

“Oh come on”, I rolled my eyes. “Or wait, maybe it wasn’t the girl from the game, it was actually the one that was all over you for the whole party?”

“What are you, jealous?”

“You wish”, I snorted. “I don’t care what you do and with who”.

“If just have to know, I hooked up only with you that night”, he said.

I felt a little warm feeling in my stomach after his words, but I quickly made it go away.

“I literally just said I don’t have to know, because I don’t care“, I threw my hands up. “But seriously, Monty, at school keep your hands to yourself”.

“As you wish, babe”.

“And I’m not your babe”.

“Well, you didn’t complain in my bedroom”, he snorted.

“Montgomery!”, I hissed through my teeth. “If someone overhear anything and spread some rumours, I swear I’ll kill you”.

“You seem to be very tense today. You should get some d, if you know what I mean”, he winked at me.

“Not today, Satan. Math test tomorrow, remember?”, except from Chemistry, we also had Math and Peer Comunication together. “Besides, because of that thing with freshman in the morning, you don’t deserve any of this today”, I pointed at myself.

“What? Oh come on!”.

“Sorry, Mont, I’m inflexible about that”, I shrugged.

He leaned toward me as we were walking and whispered, “We’ll see”.

***

I was walking to my cheer practice, I walked by sports utility closet, when door suddenly opened, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me in there.

“‘Fuck, Montgomery, what is it with you today?”, I asked while my hand was roaming on wall trying to find switch.

“How did you know it was me?”.

“Well, I was hoping it was you. Just because it would be really fucking weird if someone else pulled me in the closet, but it’s like… less weird that it was you”.

He put his hand on my waist as I gave up on finding switch.

“What do you want?”, I sighed.

Instead of answearing, Monty started kissing my jaw. It was actually quite impressive how his lips found my face in this total darkness. There was something about him and his touch, that instantly made me melt, but this time I had to stay tough.

“Monty, I have practice”, I tried to gently push him away.

“You can skip one”, he whispered.

“No, I can’t”, I groaned at his lips kissing my neck. “But…”, I stopped talking to get his attention.

“But?”

“Tomorrow my parents have dinner with my dad’s business partner slash friend and his wi…”

“Tomorrow I have practice”, he didn’t even let me finish.

“Don’t interrupt me”, I punched his arm. “As I was saying, my parents have dinner tomorrow and they won’t be home till like 11 p.m., so…”

“I’ll be there at seven. Now, go practice some handsprings or whatever you do”, he smacked my ass and opened door for me.

***

Next day I went home straight after lessons. Surprisingly both my mum and dad were inside.

“Hey, you’re home so early?”, I sat next to them in the living room.

“We need to tell you something”, my mum looked at me with super serious face.

I froze for a moment. Fuck, I thought, my mum is pregnant. Or they’re getting divorced. they found out about this whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing. I don’t know how, but they found out. Don’t know which is worse.

“So, we’re gonna go straight to the point”, my dad said.

“Yes, please.”

“Sweetie, we know, we always goes on any holidays or trip together, the three of us… but like… this New Year’s eve… we’re going to…”

“Jesus, dad, just say it!”, I shouted.

“We’re going to Aspen with some friends, the two of us, Jeff’s parents, few other married couples. Basically, you’re not going with us”, dad finally got if off his chest.

“But if you don’t feel good about this and don’t want to stay alone, we will cancel”, mum ensured.

“And that’s it?”, I finally could breath again. “Are you kidding me? I thought something happened!”

“Well.. It’s first time you’re not going somewhere with us…”

“First, I’m seventeen, seriously, it’s gonna happen more often, you know? Second, last time I spent New Year’s Eve with you was when I was eleven”.

“But, you’ll be alone for four days”

“I’m seventeen”, I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, it’s super sweet that you’re so concerned about me and that you were ready to cancel your plans if I wasn’t okay with it, but go to Aspen and have some fun”, I patted their knees and gave both of them kiss on the cheek. “Now I’m gonna go to my room, because you gave me serious heart attack with this whole ‘we need to tell you something’ thing”, I got up from the sofa and went to the stairs. “Oh, and if you’re not gonna be here, I will throw NYE party”

“You see, I told you not to worry about”, dad said to mum.

“Come on, dad, I know you were the one who wanted to cancel”, I shouted from upstairs.

They left at six, some time later I heard a doorbell. I slowly went downstairs, checked myself in the mirror and finally opened the door.

“Welcome to mi casa”, I said as Monty walked inside. “Where’s your car?”, I spotted his jeep wasn’t on the driveway.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N, I walked here. Unless you want someone to see my car parked in front of your house”, he said while looking around the home.

“Good point”, I nodded my head and went to the kitchen. “You want something? Tea, coffee, water, sandwich my mum made me before she left?”, I asked while looking into the fridge.

“I’m good, thanks”.

I went to the living room, where Monty was looking at photos, mostly mine.

“You have been cutie since always, huh?”, he pointed at one of the pictures.

“Oh, yeah, especially on this one, I was six and didn’t have any of my front teeth, super cute”.

“Okay, but what the hell happened to you in this one?”, he was looking at photo of me with red face, swollen lips and tired look in my eyes.

“Oh that was the day my parents found out I am allergic to peanuts”, I explained. “Don’t know why my dad thought it was picture worthy”, I rolled my eyes.

“It seems like your parents really love, they’re really proud of you. I mean… looks at all those pictures…”, Monty pointed around the room.

“Yeah, they do…”, I tried not to laugh when I remembered how they wanted to cancel Aspen. “But your parents also have loads of photos of you in home…”

“Yeah, to show off”, he snorted. “They’are always firsts to brag about when I do something right, but they’re never actually there to see it happening. You know? They’ll show their guests pictures and say This was when Monty played his first game, This was when he got his first home run, and so on… But they’re never on the bleachers to watch the actual game. And when I do something not so great, they just never mention it, they don’t talk about…”, he was walking around the room, so I couldn’t see his face.

“That’s why you always do everything to get yourself suspended or in detention?”, I asked. “You want to get their attention”.

I felt like I was slowly getting into his mind, that after all those years I could finally understand why he does thing he does, but then Monty again built wall around himself.

“What? Yeah, that’s stupid”, he cleared his throat and turned around to face me. “Besides, I didn’t come here for psychotherapy.”

“Monty, it is okay to talk. It is okay to let things off your chest once in a while…”

“Right now, the only thing that is on my chest”, he walked towards me, put his hand on my waist, “is the fact that I got two home runs on Friday and only one third base with you”.

I sighed and looked at his face. Well, it looked like the talk was dome for today, so we can do things I actually invited him for.

I took his hands off my waist and still holding them I started walking backwards to the stairs.

“Come and get it”, I whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice”, he smirked. “How much time do we have?”

I looked at the watch. “A lot. The thing is”, I pulled him closer, “can you go for so long?”, I asked with my lips touching his ear.

“Oh, you’ll see”, he grabbed my ass and pulled me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips, where, let’s be honest, they were for the most of the time.

***

Monty took a minute to calm his breath, then got up and started dressing up.

Right, fuck buddies thing doesn’t include cuddling after sex, I thought to myself. It was first time when after hooking up we didn’t have to pull ourselves quickly to either leave Jessica’s bathrom or to get back to Bryce’s party, but because me and Monty weren’t even a thing it probably would be awkward to lay in bed and hug.

“I just thought”, Monty said. “You’re so concerned about your reputation and keeping this a secret, but how can you be sure I wouldn’t start bragging about it to the guys? I wouldn’t, but how do you know?”

“Oh that’s easy”, I said as I put my robe on. “You’re not that stupid, you know Jeff would fucking kill you, either for fucking me or for bragging about that”.

“What is it with you and Atkins anyway?”

“Our mums are best friends, so we basically grew up together, he’s like a brother to me, I mean I’ve seen him every single day since I can remember. So yeah, we’re like siblings”, I shrugged.

“So you two have never hooked up? You have never been jealous about him?”, he smirked.

“Ew, that’s gross”, I looked at Monty with disgust. “I mean, I’m not blind, I know he’s good looking and everything, but just… no”, I shaked my head. “But once, in kindergarten, me and Jeff was playing in sandpit and there was that girl Jenny and she literally sat between the two of us and started playing with him using my toys”, I was getting way to pissed for someone who was talking about something that had happened over ten years ago. “So I slapped that little bitch”, I said with calmer tone.

Montgomery looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“So, you’re one of those crazy bitches, huh?”, he chuckled.

I smiled at him innocently.

“I gotta go”, Monty said, so I walked with him downstairs. “See you tomorrow”, he kissed me and left the door.

“Little fucker, so he can’t lay for a minute after we’re done but he can give me goodbye kisses?”, I asked myself.

For a moment I started thinking that this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing was mistake, but then again - if some weird, twisted part of me wanted something with Monty, that was the best type of relation that was possible with him.


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For FMM- Jamie meets this guy named Murray, that comes from a Scottish family and for the story he tells Jamie he could be a descendant of Jenny and Ian.

Flood my Mornings: Hogmanay 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

December 31, 1950

“Is it ridiculous that I’m feeling nervous as a girl on the first day of school?” I asked, smoothing my coat with one hand and squeezing Bree’s hand with the other as we waited in the tidy hallway outside the MacAlister’s door. 

“You’ve no reason, lass,” Jamie assured me. I knew he wanted to put his arm around my back, but his hands were full of whisky bottles and Bree’s diaper bag. He did manage to lean in and kiss my cheek. “They’ll take to ye just fine.” 

This particular get-together was long overdue. I’d been delighted to learn about Jamie’s serendipitous meeting with the Irish hurling group, and the subsequent connection with the lone Scot, Charlie MacAlister. Though Jamie had gone several times since to join the game or else get a drink one-on-one with Charlie (apparently a chap after Jamie’s own heart in many ways), the several times we had tried to schedule a family dinner since Halloween, the fates had always seen fit to intervene, with holidays, birthdays, morning sickness, et cetera, et cetera. 

Fitting, though, that at long last, we should be spending this thoroughly Scottish holiday with a thoroughly Scottish (well, Gaelic, collectively) family. 

The door opened with a bang and a roar of “A GOOD NEW YEAR TO YE!!”

Even in the first five seconds of our acquaintance, Charlie MacAlister gave me so strong a recollection of a MacKenzie clansman, I felt like I’d been jolted back into Castle Leoch itself. Jocular, irreverent, fiercely protective and loyal to a fault, those men had alternately vexed and delighted and protected and astounded me with their vigor and kindness and overall enthusiasm for living, in all its forms. 

Perhaps that’s why it didn’t perturb me in the slightest that Jamie’s friend’s choice greeting was to lift me clear off my feet in a massive rib-crushing hug; and even though it was the first time I was laying eyes on the man, I couldn’t help but laugh and hug him back , brimming with warmth and affection at once. “Well, hello to you too!”  I felt Jamie relax behind me: I’d given my permission, so he would not come to my rescue. I thought I could actually sense him grinning.  

“I’m so glad to finally meet ye, Claire!” Charlie boomed as he set me back on the ground, taking me in. “From the way Jamie speaks of ye—” His eyes suddenly lit up and he whipped them up to Jamie with a grin. “Why, ye wicked wee dog, Fraser: ye didna say!!” He threw his head back and roared with, “Meal a naidheachd to ye both!” He straightened to give me a wink. “When are ye due, then, lass?” 

“CHARLIE!!!” barked a red-haired woman behind him, his wife, Saoirse. 

“What? It’s—” Charlie spluttered and made vague gestures between himself and my notably curved belly. “I’m only—” 

“You’re only about making a fool of yourself, Charlie Mac. Keep your mouth shut, if you please?” She gave me an apologetic look that was nonetheless warm and kind. “Please be accepting BOTH our apologies for that great gowl over there.” After greeting Jamie, she turned and swatted her husband hard on the shoulder, her eyes blazing as she said between clenched teeth. “Have you no control over that tongue??”

“I do—and ye tend to like my control of it, lass…” and he bent her head back to kiss her thoroughly. She tried to push him away but she couldn’t resist laughing as his hands roamed and she relented and kissed him back. 

God, this. THIS I’d missed—to see another couple who loved our same kind of irreverence and warmth and informality. Husbands and wives in these times—at least in post-war America—tended to err on the side of reserve in public, bordering on primness. Even Tom and Marian, as dear as they both were to to us, weren’t free with public displays of affection toward each other. Jamie and I tended to act precisely the way we wished and damn whoever should judge us for it, but it was unbelievably refreshing to not be the only ones in the room who would not be scandalized by lewd jokes.

On top of that, “Pregnancy” was considered a rather rude word, in American culture at present. Considering the massive increase in childbearing after the war, this seemed an enormously ridiculous cultural hangup (“be fruitful and multiply, but pretend the penises and vaginas don’t exist”). Those in the family way —as I now found myself—were treated with a delicate, pointed kind of embarrassment, as if to say, ‘look what she’s been doing…Heavens, what if she actually enjoyed it??’ 

I was used to the taboo, of course, having experienced it with Bree, and seen it around me, since; but it was an unexpected kind of relief to have it be so singled out with such joy and goodwill by these new friends. In fact, I was grinning like a prize idiot as I assured them both, “It’s quite alright, really.” I felt a rush of joy and pride at finally being able to share our news. I felt Jamie’s hand resting on my back. “You’ve spotted it right: we are expecting!”

Charlie gave a crow of triumph “I thought you’d been a little shifty these last few months about ‘family’ and things happening next year! When will the wean be arriving, then??”

“Late July,” I said, “or it might be the first of August.”

 Charlie stepped forward to clap both of us on the back, at which Saoirse looked absolutely mortified. I made a point of reassuring her when she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek and offer her own comhghairdeas. 

Jamie accepted the hearty congratulations, grinning like a fool himself, “Let’s keep it between us, aye? We havena told Brianna yet.” He nodded at the children, who were already playing on the living room floor. “Perhaps talk in a wee code if it should come up?”

Saoirse nodded agreement. “Wee Nolan has ears like a hare and a mouth like a magpie.” She gave a pointed roll of the eyes. “Wonder who he could possibly be getting it from…?”


It had all the same modern conveniences as our own house, the MacAlister’s little flat, but something about it—the spices, maybe?—or—no, that wasn’t it….Something about it just felt like Scotland. Like home. 

If nothing else, I could see it in Jamie’s posture and manner. As for my own country of birth, I had rarely felt any great attachment to England that went beyond good tea and rolling hills. Home had been wherever I laid my head that night, and between Uncle Lamb, the war, and my experiences in the eighteenth century, I’d certainly spent more of my life amongst strangers than my own proper countrymen. But Jamie was Scotland, through and through, and even this small taste of it—Americanized and quasi-Irish as it might be—was enough to make him glow with an ease that filled my own heart in the seeing. He was happy with our life in Boston, I knew; blissful, even! To have our family together and safe was all he desired; but something about experiencing that deeper home-ness again was a restorative to his soul, and I thanked God for putting Charlie Mac in Jamie’s path. It was pure delight to see the two of them going on in rapid Gaelic, like brothers.

“They’re like two pups together, aren’t they?” Saoirse said fondly, echoing my silent thoughts as she took a seat beside me on the sofa. 

“Indeed they are,” I laughed, looking at them through the dining room doorway. 

Saoirse was as red-haired as Jamie, freckled and cheery-eyed. “Will you be speakin’ the Gaelidgh yourself, Claire?”

Very little,” I attempted in that language, my accent horrendous but the words correct, I was fairly certain.

Very well done,” she replied, laughing before switching back to English, her Irish accent broad and unashamed. “That’s about as much as I know of it, myself. My parents weren’t too keen on my marrying a Scot, but I’ve no regrets. Except maybe Charlie’s tendency to put his fool foot in his fool mouth.” 

“It’s rather endearing, actually,” I assured her. 

Despite herself, Saoirse grinned. “Damn me if it wasn’t one of the things that had me head-over-heels for the idiot.” 

We laughed and settled deeper into the comfy couch, covered over with homey afghans. “So, Charlie tells me you and Jamie met in Scotland, originally? Did ye like it, there?”

“I did!” I paused just for a moment. “Well, to tell it true, a lot of sad things happened there…but we had some of our happiest days, as well,” I added, thinking of those days at Lallybroch before the war.  

“Do you think you’ll ever go back?” 

I thought about that for a long while. “To visit, certainly. When Brianna and—” I gestured to the baby, “are old enough to see and hear the stories, I think.”

“You’d never think of moving back permanently? Seems to be a dream of Charlie’s—It’d surprise me if Jamie had no similar desire.” 

We had indeed talked about it, and I knew Jamie’s very conflicted thoughts on the matter. “Part of him wishes for Scotland, yes—but it’s a Scotland that’s long-gone.”

That surprised her. “How so?”

“Jamie had…a lot of hard things happen to him there. He lost his family, and so doesn’t have anyone left.” 

“Not a soul?” 

“No one,“ I said, feeling the ache of it. I rubbed the baby absently. “So, he misses it, the land and its people and ways, but there isn’t anyone left in Scotland to make it home for him.”

“That’s very sad,” Saoirse murmured, sparing a glance toward the men in the dining room.

“It is. But you see, it’s easier to have our life in America: to keep Scotland in his mind the way it was, rather than feel the ache of it, seeing always what’s missing.”

“Aye, I understand….At least he has his lady—and his little ones.”

We shared a smile, and I wanted to ask her more about her own family, but just then the children descended, Bree, four-year-old Nolan, and little Will, just barely walking. No impromptu migration, this: the pack of them squealed in, chased by their fathers at their heels. 

“You lot are no better than the children!” I laughed. 

“Aye, maybe no’,” Jamie agreed, grinning, “But at least we’re old enough to drink, and they’re not.” 

“I AM!” Nolan insisted. “I’m plenty grow’d up!” 

“Oh, aye, to be sure,” Charlie said with a wink.  “I forgot we had a grown wee mannie in our midst.” He went to the kitchen and returned with an armful of ginger ale bottles. “A man needs a stiff drink.” He cracked open a lid and handed the glass bottle to his son, who looked terribly important at acknowledgment of his maturity. 

Bree was NOT intending to be overlooked. She put on her hips and insisted, “I’M mannie, TOO!” daring Charlie to say otherwise.

Nor did he, bless him. He already had a bottle ready for her. “Here ye go, wee mannie.” 

Bree had never had soda pop before, and she recoiled in surprise at first taste of the bubbly treat, looking as thought she’d rather skip this novelty; but, a true Fraser, she would never admit defeat with Nolan so proudly enjoying his, and so she gamely drank, getting violent hiccups almost instantly. 

“A Hogmanay toast?” Saoirse suggested, rising to her feet to pour some whisky. She offered one to me, but I accepted only a ginger ale.  Many people drank alcohol regularly during pregnancy, I knew (as had I, in the past) but somehow now it made me feel ill to think of accidentally intoxicating the poor thing. 

The toasts flew thick and fast. To our families! To the new year! To a better season on the pitch! To the whisky! And even—

“To our Bonnie Prince!” Charlie said, with an eye to Jamie, making a rude gesture toward the ceiling. “May he sleep wi’ spiders in his grave for the feckless wanker he was.”

“AAA-bloody-MEN!” I intoned with feeling.

“Aye,” Jamie said with a rueful nod as he drank, though he crossed himself.

He promptly choked as Bree squeaked out, “Whatssa WANE-gr?”

Before the rest of us could react, Nolan grinned fiendishly and started in with, “It means a–”

“That’s QUITE enough from you, a blalaich,” Saoirse said sharply. “And what would Great-Gran Murray say if she heard ye were knowing such a word??”

I shook with silent laughter along with Charlie, such that I almost didn’t hear Jamie’s quiet question: 

“…Murray?” 

My belly tightened and I whipped my eyes up to look at him. He’d schooled his face into a mask of control—a sure bellwether of the deep emotional turmoil within him. 

Good Lord…. 

“My mother’s mam. They live together in Cambridge,” Charlie said blithely as he poured more whiskey all around. “The MacAlisters were none too pleased about my Da’s choice, but even they had to admit in the end what a fine woman she was. Strong and certain and wi’ a mouth on her that could wither fruit. Not one to charm royalty, she, but a damn formidable sort, Murrays.”

Formidable.  Like Jenny. 

“From, erm, which part of Scotland, is your mother’s family?” I asked casually.

“Roundabout Inverness, mostly.”

My heart quickened with excitement. Not far at all from Broch Morda. I was opening my mouth to ask more questions, to narrow and ascertain, but then I caught Jamie’s eye, his ever-so-slight shake of the head. I closed my mouth.

Later, after supper, while Charlie and Saoirse cleared the table (refusing our many offers of help), Jamie and I took the children into the sitting room again.  

I took Jamie’s hand. “Why not, my love?” I asked gently. 

He knew what I meant, but he didn’t answer right away, nor did he look me in the eye. He pulled me close and pressed a kiss to my cheek. 

“Does it—” I began tentatively, but he was already speaking. 

“Tis enough to me,” he said, simply, “that they might be.” 

And though it at first struck me as utterly ridiculous, not to wish to know for certain, I did come to understand what he meant, as the evening went on. To KNOW was so final.  Jenny and Ian certainly had THOUSANDS of descendants, and even so, the chances that we’d encountered someone from their direct line was highly unlikely, or at the very least, very difficult to prove. To allow himself to believe–that was the gift, here.

And I could see it in his eyes, the soft contemplation of it, the sense of true brotherhood between he and Charlie now even deeper. The tenderness that radiated out from his face as he knelt to speak to little Will about a toy. I could almost see the thoughts rolling through him.

Might some scrap of this lad owe itself to Ian? 

To Jenny? 

To Ellen of Leoch or Black Brian Fraser?

Aye…it might.


“Bree, a leannan, do ye want to come sit wi’ Da?” 

“No,” she said, shrugging back and rubbing her face, “I wan’ Mama.” 

“Fair enough,” he laughed. “I would want your Mama, too.” 

“Come here, baby,” I beckoned, groaning a bit as I gathered her up against my chest. “Oof, there’s my sweet girl.” I savored the feeling, as I always did, of holding Bree in my arms and the baby in my body. The sounds around us were muffled and distant as we settled into a warm heap of love.

The radio was switched on at 10:00, detailing the new year’s celebrations happening around the country. We’d arrived late in the evening, with the little ones having taken naps late in the day to stave off sleepiness, but the late hour was still wearing on them. Hot chocolate and slices of Black Bun cake at 11:00 were enough to rouse them temporarily, but it still took a great deal to get them all conscious for the big moment as we all got to our feet for the final seconds of 1950. 

5…4…3…2…1!!!!

And as it always did, Auld lang syne began to play. It meant absolutely nothing to Jamie, of course. He had predated Robert Burns and his lyrics, and couldn’t have discerned the tune in any case, but he listened to the words with eager interest. Charlie was drowning out the radio with the traditional scots rendition, though I only knew the same anglicized version that was playing. 

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and auld lang syne?

And for the first time in my life, with my children held close and Jamie’s arm around my back, the song gave me chills:

We two have run about the slopes,

and picked the daisies fine;

But we’ve wandered many a weary foot

since auld lang syne.


We two have paddled in the stream,

from morning sun till dine

But seas between us broad have roared

since auld lang syne.

And both of us had tears running down our faces as we locked eyes. No, we wouldn’t ever forget the things of our past: neither the daisies of our life, nor the weary feet from the trampings of war, nor the roaring seas of tragedy that had indeed once swept us apart.  

And there’s a hand my trusty friend!

And give me a hand o’ thine!

And we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.


And as we moved toward the front door for the first-footing, I kissed my trusty friend, and didn’t need to see any dark stranger outside to know that 1951 would be the best year of our lives. 


There’s Something in My Attic

(Part 2)

There’s something in our attic, but my parents wouldn’t tell me what it was. To be more accurate, they have constantly denied there’s anything up there and have since I was a child and first mentioned it.

Why haven’t I gone up there to see for myself? Aside from the general fear it’s always instilled in me – for reasons I will get to – however much my curiosity makes me want to see for myself, I couldn’t. Our attic door is locked and I had no idea where my parents kept the key. Believe me, I’d looked several times over the years and have never found it.

Until now.

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Wicked

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, adultery, influence of alcohol, age gap. If you don’t like this sort of thing don’t read.

Summary: The recent events in AJ’s life have been causing a great amount of stress and he feels like he has nobody to turn to. He also finds something inappropriate that the babysitter left behind and fed up with everything, has to have a little talk with her.

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Together

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Kind of Cisco x Reader

Request: “Can you do a ‘You Belong With Me’ music video-based one-shot for Cisco Ramon? Like just the neighbor and the paper note writing fluff part haha ty”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 531

Notes: Here we go! Our first one-shot! Let me know if you want a part 2! -L

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I suppose it started when we were ten.

My window and his window looked right into each other’s.

I ran into my room crying, since I had just gotten into a fight with my older brother over something pointless. I sat on my bed, facing my window, tears streaming down my face.

I saw the person in the window across from mine open their curtain. They rarely did that; it must have always been dark in there.

Behind the curtain was a boy maybe a year older than me with longish dark hair and a wide smile. He looked at me, and saw my gross snotty nose, and immediately his smile faded. He looked around for something, and it seemed like he found it. He held it up. It was a notepad. He held up a finger, signaling for me to wait a moment. I furrowed my eyebrows but nodded anyway. He scribbled something down on it quickly, then held it up. “YOU OK?” was written in a large scrawl with a pink marker, followed by a large smiley face.

I shrugged and grabbed a piece of paper from my desk, writing “BEEN BETTER HAHA”

We ended up having a full conversation that night.

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?” He asked.

“Y/N. WHAT ABOUT YOU?”

“CISCO”

“THAT’S A COOL NAME”

“YEAH I KNOW”

These conversations happened more and more often, until we were talking every day. We went to different schools, so we never got a chance to talk in real life. Our conversations went a little something like this:

“HEY” He would start.

“HI”

“HOW WAS YOUR DAY?”

“GOOD. YOU?”

“GOOD. I GOT AN A ON THAT SCIENCE TEST”

“YAY! I KNEW YOU WOULD, YOU SCIENCE NERD!”

“SHUT UP, YOU LOVE ME.”

“YEAH I DO”

Because he’s a year older than me, when he moved out when he went to college, I was alone for a year. My afternoons were filled with homework and applying to colleges, until I got into one, majoring in art. All I really wanted to be was a sketch artist.

After I graduated, I got a job back in Central City, at the police department.

I had been working there for about a year now, so everything was pretty routine. I would go in with my notepad and my charcoal pencils, and talk with some victims of crimes.

So that’s what I did on that day. I went in with my supplies, checked in with the Chief, and got to work.

“Hey y/n!” I heard the forensic scientist, Barry Allen, call out. Barry and I were friends, or rather, we were work friends. We stuck together when people excluded us from discussions and stuff like that.

“Hey Barry!”

“Heads-up, my friend’s picking me up in a few minutes, so I’m leaving early.”

“Mkay, have fun.”

“Thanks.”

About fifteen minutes later, I saw Barry grab his coat and meet someone. That someone had their back to me, but I couldn’t help to admire their gorgeous dark hair.

“Bye y/n!” Barry called out, stepping into the elevator. His friend turned around, revealing a face that I looked at every night for seven years.

“Cisco?!”

“Y/n?!”

it was years ago. we almost met on the corner of 32nd street northwest but i stopped to tie my shoe. and then you headed in the opposite direction. we almost met a second time, a little later on, but you decided to take a cab home and i took the bus. and we rode along side one another without even knowing it. and you listened to my favorite song on your iPod and i wondered how it would feel like to love someone again. and then a third and final time. we were both invited to the same party. i stayed home that night. you stayed home that night. i almost went. you almost got dressed. we stayed in that night and we both got the feeling we were missing out on something. it never occurred to us that it was each other. it was always each other. 

Test Run

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: Sam is cursed on a hunt and Dean and reader have to take care of him in the meantime…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: mild language

A/N: Some cutesy fluff for ya…


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Not Strong Enough (Adam Cole One Shot)

Originally posted by wrestlingsmarkmatty

This one is for @bizclizbaybay <3 I hope you like it!!!

The reader is the younger sister of the Young Bucks and Adam falls for her. Inspired by “Not Strong Enough” by Apocalyptica.

Sexy times with baybay ahead

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Pokémon helped me with my childhood Arachnophobia

Don’t worry, there’s no pictures of real spiders in this post. 

So when I was about 5, I had an irrational fear of spiders. I was never bitten or anything, I just didn’t like things with sharp teeth. So it wasn’t so much Spiders as it was Sharks, Snakes, Wolves, get the idea? 

 Anyway, my first Pokémon game was Pokémon Gold. Generation 2. I got it at night after school from my mom and on the second route you take in the game (route 30), you can find this little guy.

Spinarak.

At age 6, I lost my mind when it showed up. I put the game boy down and didn’t touch it for the rest of the night. When I went to sleep I thought about what the horrible beast looked like. I did the mental jumping jacks that kids tend to do in order to make something seem scarier than it actually is. I pictured Spinarak drooling and with blood red eyes. An extreme close up of it’s face and a intimidating screech noise. 

That was my call back to reality. I didn’t even hear what sound it made so…how can I remember something I didn’t hear? I woke up and, risking pissing my mom off by not being in bed at 11 pm, turned my game boy back on. I went back to the route and I walked around until another one appeared. 

Yes, I was scared, but not as much this time. I remember my heart beat racing and trying not to let out a terrified whine seeing the legs and the tiny fangs. But I started to calm down realizing, the legs were small and the fangs looked like little mint candies. Hell, the first time I saw the Pokemon, my attention was on the fangs. Now that I had gotten over that, my next thought was to look at the rest of the body. 

Okay, it’s got a horn. Bad things have horns. But, my favorite Pokemon from the show was Ryhorn. 

The spider’s got a mean face on it’s butt though. But, it’s got a face on it’s butt! LoL! 

Yeah, I laughed at this thing and then I used my Cyndaquil to knock it out. 

Then another one appeared. So I caught it. I was someone who hated spiders…who know owned a spider. Why?

During the process to catch it. It used string shot and poison sting. It did the same thing ‘growl’ and ‘tackle’ did. The first time I saw Spinarak, I thought of it as a disgusting creature instead of something that’s apart of the game. Actually battling the thing showed me that it was apart of the game. It was a Pokemon just like Ryhorn and Cyndaquil. It just so happened to be a spider. 

It was apart of my team now. I poisoned grass types and was a ‘bug’ to fighting types. That was until I got to the elite four and Koga released an Ariados. A BIG spider. With long legs and sharp fangs. 

I’ll admit I was scared…for like two seconds.

My buddy was a big spider too.

I can’t really recall my reaction to every single spider I saw after that. It sure as hell wasn’t a terrified squeal like it was before Pokemon Gold was my jam though.   

So, I may not be a fan of spiders. But I’ve come a long way from when I was a kid and thought they were evil. 

Originally posted by chasekip

  And a lot of it is thanks to this cute little guy!

Together

Hello, guys! Today I decided to post something different… For starters, this is not a request. Second of all, it is a true story (about me and my boyfriend), but with some modifications of course.

Hope you like it!

***

“DRINK, DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!” The small crowd around us were chanting. As soon as the 3rd shot from the night went down my throat I knew I was drunk. I’m a light weight, I get drunk very easily, sorry. I looked over to Harry and he looked a little be woozy too.

Harry’s closed a bar to make some small party to his team, the ones who worked alongside him to make the masterpiece it is his album. I worked very close to him, so the logical thing was for us to become very good friends. The type of friends who have inside jokes, who would spend all day together working, but also having the best times of our lives.

The thing is… I fell for him. Don’t blame me, have you looked the guy?! The first time I realized I loved him was when I went away for a weekend to see my family and my sister’s new daughter and when I came back, he hugged me so tight and kissed my neck. Oh boy, that’s when I knew I wanted to be with him. There’s just one small problem: He has a girlfriend. Of course he has a bloody girlfriend! The first time I actually fall for someone and the guy has a girlfriend. A beautiful one.

One that, in this moment, decided to jump in his arms and kiss him right in front of me. Truth been told, she never liked me. Not even before I realized my feelings for Harry. She was polite to me just to not cause any fights with him, but sometimes she would through some shades and whatnot. Harry was oblivious to this hate. He’s such a good heart, the poor boy, that he doesn’t even realize how much of a snake his girlfriend actually is.

Not wanting to see this kind of thing in my current state, I decided to go to dance floor and just enjoy my drunk mind. You know what is the problem of my drunk self? I instantly become someone extremely honest. If you ask me anything in this world, any secret or something like that, I will say it. I will tell you everything that is going on in my mind in that moment. And let me tell you, not the best night to be drunk…

I was dancing, minding my own business, when a friend decided it was a good idea to take me back to the bar to drink some water. And drink a margarita.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

I vaguely remember seeing Harry’s girl. I, also, vaguely remember turning to my friend, pointing is this girl’s face and saying “Someday, I’ll make out with her boyfriend. Do you hear me, Y/F/N? Mark my words!”

To say she was pissed off is an understanding, she was beyond mad. She was screaming to Harry about my not so subtle comment. I didn’t have time to think things through, my friend were already taking me away from them. A part of me knew he heard, but the major part of me just didn’t care. It was about time he realized my feelings for him. The ball was on his field right now. If, after tonight, he didn’t come after me, I was giving up on him. For good.

I was back to dancing and I don’t even know how long exactly I was dancing when I felt someone grab my waist. We’re dancing to the sexy beat of the song and I had no care in the world in that moment. I could feel his strong hands on my waist, I could feel how hot the dancing was becoming and, most of all, I could feel it was him.

“Your girlfriend is gonna kill me.” I giggled turning around and meeting his green eyes.

“I solved the problem. I broke things off with her.” He looked at me curiously, trying to see what would I do next.

“I’m not gonna be with you tonight, you know? You just broke up with your girlfriend of 8 months!” I told him and let go of his shirt, that only then I realized I was holding it.

‘Ok.” He said and backed away. He send me a small smile before going back to the bar.

You know, I’m very aware that being with him so soon after he broke things off with his girlfriend was wrong, but I didn’t care! I spent so many months wanting to be with him, to kiss him and feel what’s like, to finally be able to hold him, that I fucking didn’t care.

Like a girl on a mission, I went straight to the bar after him. He was slowly drinking some whisky and didn’t notice my arrival. I stopped by his side and told something that was going against all my morals.

“Do you think if we disappear people will notice?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Yes.” He smiled back, already getting up from the stall.

“Do you care?”

“Not at all.”

And before we knew it, we’re on the back of the club, kissing each other hungrily. Ok, I knew I wanted to be with him for a while, but I haven’t realized he wanted me as well. His lips molded perfectly with mine, his big hands holding my face, pressing me to the wall. We’re both quite desperate, to be honest, desperate to finally be with each other, to finally put an end to that damn sexual tension that seems to surround us all the time.

“Hello, guys!” Niall stepped in by our side, breaking us apart.

“Ok, I think we need to have a chat.” Gemma looked at us disapprovingly. They lead us to a small room, that has no one in it and the music wasn’t so loud.

“You both know this is wrong, right? Harry, you just broke things off with your girlfriend. It doesn’t really matter if you wanted Y/N or not, is still wrong!” Gemma reproved him for his actions.

“And you, little miss, you know that as soon as you go back to normal and the alcohol left your system, you are gonna regret this. That’s not you, you would wait for a while before kissing him, not an hour after his break up.” Niall handed me a glass of water.

He was right. This was wrong. This wasn’t me, this was the alcohol. If I were sober, we wouldn’t be here right now.

“We’re gonna leave you two to talk. Be responsible here, kids.” Gemma left the room followed by Niall.

A lot of things were running through my mind and all the built up emotions decided to show up. I could feel my eyes tearing up and I hated myself for wanting to cry right now.

“I don’t regret it, y’know?” He spoke slowly. He was on the opposite side of the room, watching every thought running to my mind. “I’ll understand if you do, I’m just saying I don’t.”

“We’re horrible people! Harry, you just broke up with her and an hour later we’re kissing each other?! That’s terrible! Even tho I didn’t like her and I wanted to be with you for a while, this is not something you do to someone.” I told him, trying to hold back the tears but failing miserably.

“Ok, shh, breathe…” He wiped away a few tears. “First of all, don’t feel bad for her. She didn’t like you either and she definitely doesn’t deserve your kindness. Second, I wanted to break up with her for months now. I just hadn’t had the courage to do it. Third, I actually like you. I didn’t kiss you because I wanted to fool around, I went after you because I couldn’t take not being with you anymore.”  

“I actually quite like you too, you dork.” I smiled at him. He caressed my cheeks, wiping a few more tears away before his lips were on mine again.

“Where this leaves us?” I asked, pushing him away a little bit.

“We’re gonna figure it out. You and me, right?”

“Yes.” I smiled.

“FINALLY!” Gemma and Niall screamed in excitement from outside the room.

“Seems we have an audience.” Harry smiled and kissed my forehead. “C’mon babe, let’s go back to the party and enjoy it, shall we?”

“Hell yeah.”

***

Soooo, what did you think? This is basically the story about how me and my boyfriend got together and I felt like sharing with you. 7 months and going strong, people! Anyway, tell me your thoughts here. And please share it if you liked it (I hope you did).

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Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 7)

Originally posted by harrysvinylrecord

Part 6

“Run this by me again?” Your friend said. “You’re going to Paris? Randomly. By yourself?” 

“Uh…yes,” you said packing your suitcase. 

“Is it for work?” She asked. 

“No,” you said. “I’m just uh… getting out of the city.” 

“By going to another city,” she pointed out. 

“It’s Paris, it’s different,” you said. 

“Wait a minute,” she said. “This wouldn’t be a little romantic getaway with your mystery boy toy would it?” 

You bit your lip. Technically, it wasn’t because he was going there for work, however, he was extending his stay a little so that you two could have some time together. 

“OH MY GOD IT IS!” She said. 

Apparently, you waited too long to answer. 

“It’s obvious that you two are getting serious and you won’t even tell me, your best friend, who it is,” she groaned. “I’m really started to feel offended.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just it’s complicated,” you sighed. 

“Becuase it’s someone famous and your job right?” She smirked. 

You sighed. “I’ll tell you when I can, I promise.” 

“You better,” she said. “Now, when do you leave?” 

“Tonight actually,” you said. 

“Is he going to pick you up?” She smirked. 

“No, I’m going to his house,” you said. “And we’re heading to the airport from there.”

“Damn,” she groaned. 

You laughed. “You’ll find out soon, okay.” 

“Fine, fine,” she sighed. “And while you’re being all lovey Dovey in Paris, I’ll be here watering your plants.” 

“Thank you,” you laughed. 

**

When you and Harry arrived in Paris, he arranged for you to go in a back way at the hotel, while he went through the front due to a number of fans that were waiting outside. 

You got in the room before Harry and went over to the window. You had no idea if Harry was even still down in the crowd because there were that many people down there. Your question was answered when the door opened and Harry walked in. 

“I see you made it back in one piece,” you laughed. 

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed throwing his bags down. 

“Is it always like that?” You asked. 

“Not always, but sometimes yeah,” he said. “It’s worse when they know where I’m going to be, but if I just go somewhere without having to be there for something, it’s not like that at all.” 

You nodded as Harry walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. You smiled putting your hands on his arms and leaning back against him. 

“When’s your interview again?” you asked. 

“Tomorrow morning, so we have what’s left of the day and tonight all to ourselves,” he smiled. 

You smiled turning your face to the side and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “What should we do?” You asked. 

“Whatever you want to do,” he smiled. 

“Can we go out or are we sort of stuck inside?” You asked. 

“I’m sure we could sneak out the back,” he said. 

“Wouldn’t that be too much trouble though?” You asked. 

“I’ve been doing it for years, it’s not that bad,” he said. “Unless you would prefer to stay inside.” 

“Well, maybe we could stay in until later tonight and go out for dinner,” you said. 

“Okay, that sounds good,” he smiled. “Do you want to watch a movie?” 

“Um. We could yeah,” you said. 

“We can order some food too,” he said. 

“Sounds good because I’m starving,” you laughed. 

After ordering some food and choosing a movie to watch, you both laid on the bed. Harry wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head. 

“I’m really glad you came,” he whispered. 

“I am too,” you smiled looking up at him. 

“Have you heard anything about your job?” He whispered. 

“Nope,” you said. “And quite honestly, I’m okay with that.” 

“Have you given any more thought to quitting?” He asked. 

“No,” you sighed. “I probably should, but I still don’t know.” 

“Well, remember I can help you if you want,” he said. 

“I know,” you smiled kissing his cheek. 

You turned back to watch the movie, but he smirked and leaned over to kiss you. You laughed into the kiss. 

“I thought we were watching a movie,” you said. 

“’S boring,” he mumbled into the kiss. “This is much better.” 

You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. You laid back more against the bed and he ran his hands up and down your sides. He pulled away from your lips and trailed kisses down your neck as his fingers slipped under your shirt. 

Then there was a knock on the door. 

“The food,” he groaned putting his forehead on your shoulder. 

You giggled. “We’ve got plenty of time to finish where we left off after we eat.” 

He laughed giving you a quick kiss before getting up and heading over to the door. While he was getting the food, you started thinking about where you wanted to take things tonight. 

Tonight was the night that you wanted to take your relationship to the next level, you just hoped that you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself in the process. 

**

That night you had showered and changed for the big date night out. It was not only the first date in public that you and Harry were going on and it was the night you were going to bring out a little something. You put on a new bra set underneath your dress that you were wearing for tonight. 

You finished your makeup and hair and went back out into the room. Harry looked up at you as he was buttoning his shirt. 

“Wow,” he smiled. “You look… amazing.” 

“You sound so surprised,” you joked. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he laughed. “You always look amazing and beautiful.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” 

“Only for you,” he smirked. “Gotta look good for my girl.” 

You smiled. “You know I think that’s the first time you’ve called me that.” 

“Do you like when I call you that?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I do,” you smiled. 

“Then I’ll be calling you that from now on,” he smiled. 

You laughed. “I’m okay with that,” you said. 

The two of you then went to head out the back and into a car that drove you to the restaurant. 

“Do you think we’ll be seen?” You wondered. 

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I’ve arranged for us to have a private spot in the restaurant.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said. 

You smiled kissing his cheek. 

When you get to the restaurant, you both go inside and straight to the back room. You sit down at the table and look at the menu.  After you both order, Harry looked over at you. 

“You know it’s nice not having to hide out,” he smiled. 

You bit your lip. “Does that.. bother you?” 

“A little bit, if I’m honest,” he said. 

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. 

“It’s not your fault,” he said shaking his head. “Our circumstances are a little different than most.” 

“Do you feel like I’m ashamed of being with you or something?” You asked. 

“No, I don’t,” he said. “But sometimes it does feel like we’re always going to have to be careful with our relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I want to keep as much of our relationship private as I can, but I don’t want to have to keep it so private that we can’t even go out or be seen together.” 

“And as long as I’m still working for the magazine, we can’t be seen together,” you sighed. 

“I guess so,” he whispered. 

“Then I’ll just have to quit,” you sighed. 

“Baby, I don’t want you to that just because of me. I don’t you to feel like you have to choose between the two,” he said. 

“I’m not,” you said. “If I stay there, we’ll just keep having to hide this relationship and I don’t want to do that anymore. I can’t even tell my best friend about us and I hate lying to her. Besides it’s obvious that they don’t give a shit if I’m there or not, since they made me take these weeks off and we both know that I’m not happy there.” 

“You don’t have to make a decision right now,” he said rubbing his thumb over your hand. 

“No, I don’t, but if I keep thinking about it, I’m going to talk myself out of it because I’ll look at all the reasons why I shouldn’t leave,” you said. 

“And what are those reasons?” He asked. 

“It’s a job for one. It pays well and I have to pay rent and utilities, food, gas, etc,” you said. 

“There are other jobs that I’m sure you could find,” he said. “And I can help you out with some things if you need it. And I know what you’re going to say, but don’t think of it that way. You’re my girlfriend and I care about you, helping you out is part of my job.” 

“I know, but when you’re you, that can be taken as if I’m only with you for the money and who you are,” you sighed. 

“And who is to say that people won’t think that already, even if I don’t give you money or pay for something for you?” He asked. “People are going to judge and assume things regardless of what is actually true or not. And who would even know if I paid your rent for a few months anyhow?” 

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “No one I guess.” 

“Exactly, so baby if the only thing that you can think of as a reason to stay at this job is so that you can pay your bills, then don’t worry about it,” he said. 

“Are you sure though?” You sighed. 

“Ultimately, you leaving is your decision, but yes I’m sure if you’re sure,” he said. 

“Okay,” you smiled. “Then first thing tomorrow morning, I’m going to call my boss and tell her I’m not coming back.” 

Harry smiled. “And if you want I can call Gemma and see if she has any recommendations for you.”

“Are you sure she’ll help though? I mean she hasn’t exactly met me, but that one time and she didn’t seem to really care for me,” you said. “And does she even know that we’re together?” 

“She’ll help you out, I promise,” he said. “And she sort of knows that I’m seeing you, but not that we’re together officially.” 

You sighed looking down. “I guess I never really thought about how secret our relationship was before…” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But now that can change. I’m not saying that I’m gonna hold like a press conference and be like oh I have a girlfriend, here she is, but now we don't’ have to worry about hiding or not being able to go out. I can introduce you to my family and friends and you can do the same with me,” He smiled. 

“Do you worry about that though? Like what will happen once we are seen together?” You asked. 

“I won’t lie and tell you that it’s going to be all rainbows and sunshine. There will be people who don’t want us together and we’ll probably say or do things to you,” he sighed. 

You nodded. 

“But it might help to make all of your social media at first private,” he said. “That way no one can like come at you directly.” 

“Does it really get that bad?” you sighed. 

“Sometimes…” he nodded. “But I really hope that you don’t let… let that affect our relationship because I don’t know what I would do if I lost you over shit like that.” 

You sighed getting up from your seat and walking over to him. You sat down in his lap and he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“You’re not going to lose me, okay,” you smiled. “I’m gonna be here as long as you want me because I’ve never felt like this with anyone before and I don’t ever want to lose it.” 

“Well, then I guess you’re never going anywhere because I’m going to want you around forever,” he whispered. 

You smiled as you looked down at him and gave him a kiss. After a bit, you pulled away from him. 

“Maybe we should box up the rest of the food and head back to the room, yeah?” you whispered. “We could pick up where we left off earlier?” 

His eyes widen a little and his lips turned into a bit of smirk. “Excuse me,” he said turning around to find the waiter. “Could I have the check and some to-go boxes?” 

You giggled and tried to get up from his lap, but he gently pulled you back down. The waiter brought over the check and Harry just handed him his card without even looking at the total before boxing up all the food. 

Once the check was paid for, you both got up and went back to where your car was parked. Harry helped you into the car and then got in right after you. 

**

Back up in the room, the food was put into the mini fridge, music filled the air, and candles lit up the room. You were looking out at the window at the view of the Eiffel Tower when hands were wrapped around your waist and kisses placed along the side of your neck. 

“I feel like we’re in some cheesy romance movie,” you laughed. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he smiled. 

“I didn’t say there was,” you smiled. 

“So,” he said taking your hand. “Can I have this dance?” He smirked twirling you around to face him. 

You laughed with a nod and he brought you closer to him. You both swayed to the music a bit and he stared into your eyes. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you laughed. 

“What? Why?” He laughed. 

“It makes me nervous,” you whispered. 

“I look at you like that all the time,” he smiled. 

“I know, but right now, it feels different,” you whispered. 

“Bad different?” He whispered. 

“No, good different,” you smiled. “It’s making me feel things that I’ve never felt before… things I don’t think I should be feeling right now.” 

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

“It’s nothing,” you said shaking your head. “I don’t want to freak you out.” 

“You’re going to freak me out, just tell me, baby,” he whispered. 

You sighed and looked down. “When you look at me like that, I feel like I’m falling in love with you. And that’s crazy, right? I mean we’ve only known each other for a few short weeks and we’ve only been together for half of that-”

Harry interrupted you with a kiss. Except this kiss was different. Sure you two have shared passionate kisses before, but this time, you felt the emotion coming through. It felt deeper, more connected than ever before. 

“It might be crazy,” he whispered. “But at least we’re in this crazy shit together because I’m falling in love with you, too.” 

You were smiling ear to ear as you pulled him down for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up. You giggled as you held onto him and walked the two of you over to the bed. Before he placed you on the bed, he put you down and unzipped the back of your dress. You pulled it off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. 

Harry took off his suit jacket from that night and threw it on the floor next to your dress. He looked back over at you. 

In previous relationships, you always felt nervous and uncomfortable when they looked at you before sex, but as he admired your half naked body, you never felt more comfortable in your life. 

He looked at you with love, admiration, and lust. The difference in this time and all your other relationships is that sex was just sex. You both had just been looking for a hookup, a purely physical relationship.

But this, this was more. Sure, this was mostly physical too, you both were human, but there was more behind it. There was a longing, a want to be connected. 

There was love. 

He pulled you back into his arms and he ran his hands down your arms before placing his hands with yours. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in your ear before kissing down your neck. 

You tilted your head to the side and closed your eyes. You unwrapped your hands and starting unbuttoning his shirt. You pushed it down his shoulders and he helped you take it off the rest of the way. 

You ran your hands over his chest and shoulders before pulling him down for a kiss. He smiled against your lips before picking you up again. He laid you down on the bed and ran his hands up your sides. When he pulled away from your lips, he kissed down your neck and rest of your body. 

He then sat up and took off his jeans before joining you back on the bed. You smirked and pushed him down on the bed before straddling him. He put his hands on your hips and you unclasped your bra. He sat up a bit and kissed you. You ran your fingers through his hair as you kissed him back. 

You smirked a bit and moved your hips back and forth causing him to groan. 

“You’re not the only that can play that game,” he smirked pulling away from the kiss and trailed kisses down your neck before paying extra attention to your bare chest. 

**

When you both had finished, you laid together in a sweaty, heavy breathing mess. Even though you two were burning up, you stayed wrapped up together with nothing but a sheet barely covering you. The only thing you could hear was the music in the background and your breathing. 

You both were looking out the huge window that overlooked the city of Paris from the bed and Harry’s fingers were roaming their way around your naked back. 

“You okay?” he whispered kissing your head. 

“I’m more than okay,” you giggled. “What about you?” 

“Incredible,” he laughed. “This view is amazing.” 

“Yeah, it’s like you can see all of Paris from our bed,” you smiled. 

“I wasn’t talking about Paris,” he whispered looking down at you. 

You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m sure I look a hot mess.” 

“Yeah, but sweaty sex hair looks good on you,” he smirked. “In fact, it makes me want to go for another round.” 

“Don’t you have an interview in the morning that you should rest up for?” You said. 

“Hmm… sleep or making love with my girl?” He whispered. “I can sleep when I’m old,” he smirked. “Now, come here.” 

You giggled as he pulled you on top of him and leaned in to kiss you. For the rest of that night, that bed wasn’t used for sleeping. You just hoped that Mr. Sleep When I’m Old wasn’t too exhausted for his big interview tomorrow, but right at that moment, you didn’t exactly care. 

Let Me Love You pt. 8

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Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Description: When the truth finally comes out are you willing to take Baekhyun back?

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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You push the door shut behind you. You can feel Baekhyun’s eyes on you as he waits for you to speak but you are not ready to turn around. You dread the moment you meet his eyes. What exactly is there for you to say? For him to say? Realistically, you shouldn’t have agreed to this talk. Him lying to his fiance that he’ll be out late and to not wait up for him. You kissing Chanyeol on the cheek and tell him you had a great time tonight and can’t wait to see him again when in reality you’re letting his best friend somehow persuade you back to your hotel because the only man you can think about is Baekhyun. At this point you don’t know who’s worse; you or Baekhyun.

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June 27, 2016 (Day 2)

Michonne’s eyes gently fluttered open. Not fully awake, she looked around the room momentarily confused about where she was. But the sounds and smells of the ocean wafting through the open terrace door brought it all back to her. Michonne smiled and stretched her arms languidly above her head. While she brought her right arm down, the left remained outstretched as she moved her hand this way and that, catching the sparkle of her wedding rings in the early morning sun. Her smile grew even bigger looking at the visual reminder of what happened a mere two days ago.

“Are you gonna do that every morning, Mrs. Grimes?”

Michonne brought her arm down and looked over to see Rick leaning in the doorway of their bedroom watching her intently.

“I’m going to do it about as often as you call me Mrs. Grimes.”

Rick walked into the room and joined his wife on the bed. “Well, you are going to have one tired arm then because I plan on calling you Mrs. Grimes every chance I get.” He leaned over and gave Michonne a kiss. He deepened it and started sliding his wife back on the bed before he caught himself.  He leaned his forehead against his Michonne’s and whispered, “Good morning, Mrs. Grimes,” softly against Michonne’s lips.

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