oh gracie

Hide-And-Seek

“One.. two… four.. seven, ten! Ready o’ not, here I come” you hear as you walk down the stairs into the front room. Your daughter zooms past you almost running you over.

“Gracie, slow down my love. Where ya going in such a hurry?” giggling Grace puts her fingers on her lips “shhh mum, ’m looking for daddy. He is hiding and I’m lookin”

“Have you checked the back yard?”

“Good idea mummy” Grace runs out to the back to look for her dad.

Smiling to yourself as you walk into the kitchen. It was around 3 and you knew both Harry and Grace would be hungry for something soon. Apples and peanut butter were a favorite in the Styles household. Reaching into the fridge you pull out 3 apples and walk over to the sink to wash the apples. You can see your little Gracie, through your window, looking everywhere for her silly dad. Under rocks, around trees, in her play house, but she wasn’t finding him. You walk over to the pantry to get out the peanut butter.

“AHH!” Jumping high into the air and screaming you can see Harry standing in the pantry with a massive grin on his face “did I scare ya sweetheart?” Giggling and showing off that dimpled grin you love so much.

“Harry” you put your hand over your beating heart “my goodness! You caught me by surprise!!”

“Sorry love, but that was funny!” Harry was still laughing when you got a smirk on your face and yelled “Gracie bug, I think I have an idea where your daddy might be hid…” Harry’s hand went right over your mouth “shhh, don’t help her. That’s cheatin’. Nobody likes cheaters”

Rolling your eyes you ask “Can I have the peanut butter please?” Harry hands you the peanut butter and you close Harry back into the pantry then walk back to the counter. It wasn’t 30 seconds later that your daughter comes running into the kitchen “Mum? I can’t find daddy. Can you help?” Grace had the biggest pout in her face. Giggling to yourself you shake your head yes and point towards the pantry door.

Grace’s eyes get big and she gets the biggest smile on her face, showing off that dimple that she got from her father. She slowly sneaks up to the pantry door and opens it with a grin “I got you” she giggles as Harry lifts her up high in the air and runs around the kitchen.

“Daddy put me down. It’s my turn to hide” she yells at the top of her sweet little lungs.

“Oh Is it? One more time, then it’s time for a snack okay?” He sets her down on the floor and gets on her eye level “ ’m gonna count to 10 then I’ll come find ya.” he bops her nose and starts counting “one… two… three..” You feel arms come around your waist and warm breath on your neck “four..” then a kiss to your jaw “five” he turns you around in his arms “six” kisses your nose “seven” and your lips. Harry stops counting as he seems to be loosing track of the fact he is playing a game with his daughter.
“Harry?”
“Hmm?” Harry hums as he kisses you again.
“Gracie..”
“Oh.. eight, nine, TEN!! Ready or not here I come”
Just like that, he ran off to finish his game of Hide-and-seek with his favorite little girl in the world.

Sometimes We Need To Make Sacrifices // #BSPromptChallenge

Day 6: War/Peace

A/N: This fic is very loosely based on an episode of The Office. Also, I’ve never written a future fic before in which Jeller have a kid, so this was really fun to write!


Jane smiled warmly at the piece of paper she was holding in her hands, a bubble of pride welling up inside of her. A few days previously, Gracie had ran home from ballet class, waving the invitation in her hand excitedly. 

“Mommy, Mommy! Will you and Daddy come to see me?”

Jane, now sitting at her desk in the SIOC bullpen, read the invitation for what must have been the tenth time.

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Ride.

10:40 p.m

Hace frío. Puedo ver como las nubes comienzan a formarse sobre el oscuro cielo, no hay estrellas y pequeñas gotas de lluvia comienzan a caer. Sin embargo no me preocupo por acelerar el paso para llegar a casa antes de que terminase empapado.

La gente a mi alrededor comienza a dispersarse, quizás realmente llevan prisa o tal vez por el mero hecho de que una tormenta se aproxima. Tal vez porque alguien los espera en casa, o llegan tarde a una cita.

Entonces recuerdo el motivo por el cual no tengo prisa: Nadie me espera en casa.

A unos pasos me topo con una mujer, ella es pelirroja y se encuentra realmente triste y enfadada, intento no escuchar demasiado su conversación por teléfono sin embargo ella grita “Mi vida sería mejor si no te hubiera conocido” e inevitablemente me siento mal por la persona del otro lado de la linea y pienso que quizás estar solo no es tan malo después de todo.

11:30 p.m

Estar solo definitivamente es terrible.

No solo está lloviendo sino que me encuentro empapado de pies a cabeza ¿Es posible que lloviera tanto? De ser así nunca hubiera salido de casa desde un principio. Desde ahora comenzaría a ver más seguido el clima.

Caminar a casa bajo la lluvia no era mi mayor problema sino el hambre con el que tenía que cargar además del aburrimiento, quiero decir, hablar solo por rato es entretenido pero luego de un rato comienza a ser estresante y realmente comenzaba a replantearme mi vida hasta llegar a la conclusión de que no debería haber nacido.

Y antes de siquiera comenzar a planear un suicidio digno un lamborghini negro se estaciona a mi lado y me hace señas para que me acercase.

¿Qué debía hacer? Subir al auto de un extraño y así de fácil? 

¿La gente hace eso?

Un vago recuerdo de mi madre diciendome a mi yo de pequeño que no debo subir al auto de un desconocido vino a mi mente, pero entonces recordé que nunca mencionó nada sobre subir a un lamborghini. Y en mi cabeza parecía tener sentido entonces avancé hasta la ventanilla y la golpee dos veces, para ese momento quizás lo volví a reconsiderar y la opción de seguir caminando y evitar problemas comenzaba a ser más razonable.

Sin embargo ya me encontraba dentro del coche como si no tuviera control sobre mi cuerpo, quizás se trataba del instinto que buscaba protección o descansar un momento los pies, pero luego note al joven de cabello oscuro y pequeños ojos con grandes pestañas sobre el volante mirandome en silencio con una mueca divertida y deseché cualquier opción de salir huyendo.

“Um. Hola, graci-”

“Oh no es nada, te vi allí en apuros. Supuse que necesitarías que alguien te acerque a casa ¿No es así?” interrumpe y su voz suena más profunda de lo que imaginé. 

“Sí, no esperaba que lloviera y aún me quedaba un largo camino de vuelta a casa.” repentinamente me encuentro algo incomodo y quiero huir nuevamente. 

 ¿Se supone que sea tan guapo? 

“Pues, la próxima ten cuidado, no deberías de andar solo por esta zona” menciona tomando el volante regresando nuevamente a la carretera. 

“¿Por qué lo dices?” 

“Honestamente, no es por juzgar, pero hay gente peligrosa por estos lares. De hecho, te cogí porque creí que vendías hierba.” me dice entre risas, ¿Qué mierda? Y no, realmente no es divertido en absoluto porque me siento un completo idiota. 

“Oh. Bueno, tú podrías habermelo dicho” medio rio con ganas de detener una bala con mi cabeza. “Um. Si te molesta puedo bajar no hay problema con eso” hago un esfuerzo por parecer calmado sin embargo dentro de mi cabeza me aventé del coche en marcha unas siete veces ya. 

“Descuida bonito, no eres un problema” me dice sonriente con aires de grandeza. “Pareces agradable, y realmente llevo un largo rato solo necesito hablar con alguien o voy a volverme loco. Así que dime, ¿Como es tu nombre?”

Bonito. 

El extraño desconocido me llamó bonito. 

“Está bien. Samuel, mi nombre es Samuel” 

“Me gusta, pega con tu cara” señala con una mano mi rostro tocando la punta de mi nariz, e intento ignorar el contacto y me pregunto qué parte de mi hace verme como ‘Samuel’ Incluso suena extraño pensarlo de esa forma.
“Puedes llamarme Willy” agrega con una sonrisa de lado y entonces presiona el acelerador a fondo logrando hacerme encoger sobre mi asiento. 

 Sospechaba que probablemente Willy era un suicida homicida pero honestamente no tenía intenciones de averiguarlo esta noche.

“Ya que estamos, cuentame algo sobre ti” me atrevo a decir para romper el hielo. 

“¿Algo sobre mi?” hace una breve pausa y observo como sus cejas se elevan y su lengua filosa se desliza por su labio inferior pero su mirada sigue intacta hacía el frente. “Bueno tengo veintitrés años, vivo solo. Um tengo una hermana, mi mejor amigo se llama Frank y mi hobbie es salir a pasear en mi precioso lamborghini. Mi color favorito es el azul y creo que eso es todo” 

 Ese era Willy desde su punto de vista, desde el mío, Willy es: Adorable y caliente, una mezcla extraña. Bonita piel, largas pestañas, lindo perfil. Auto costoso igual a vida lujosa, aunque eso solo es una teoría. 

“Ahora tú” me dice en un tono aniñado imposible de ignorar, y entonces me veo obligado a voltear mi vista hacía ‘cualquier lado que no sea su rostro que acaba de voltear a verme’ y en uno de esos instantes en los que regreso a la tierra recuerdo que hemos ido en dirección contraria a mi casa y que de hecho, jamás mencioné donde vivo. 

Y lo más importante, aún me encontraba con un desconocido, no tan desconocido ahora. ¿Qué haría mamá en estos momentos? 

“¿Donde estamos yendo Willy?” cambio de tema e inevitablemente sueno asustado y este ríe ante eso. 

“Tranquilo, no soy un asesino en serie o un violador si eso es lo que estás pensando. Solo quiero enseñarte algo.” me dice calmado y divertido, y por un momento me siento como si estuviera hablando con un amigo de toda la vida y no tuviera porqué temer o entrar en pánico entonces me relajo y suelto todo el aire retenido en mis pulmones. 

12:20 a.m.

 Observo en silencio como Willy estaciona el coche a un costado de la carretera, pero no me asusto, simplemente espero a que algo suceda. 

 Entonces él enciende la radio y una canción empieza a sonar. 

 X

“¿Te gusta?” pregunta en un susurro como si estuviera por contarme un secreto que nadie podía oír.

 Es preciosa.

“Sí” 

“Es mi canción favorita” me dice ilusionado, “Cierra tus ojos Samuel, solo un momento” 

 Realmente sonaba extraño pero nadie estaba allí, así que hice lo que me pidió sin desconfiar de él. 

 Mis parpados se sellaron y pronto todos mis sentidos se agudizaron, podía sentirlo todo. La letra de la canción, las gotas de lluvia cayendo con rudeza. 

Podía escuchar mi corazón latiendo, podía escuchar el corazón de Willy también. 

También pude escucharle acomodarse sobre su asiento e inclinarse hacía delante, entonces decidí abrir mi ojos. 
Él se encontraba mirandome con una pequeña sonrisa y quise besarlo, y así lo hice. 

 Tomé de su suave mejilla y rocé aquellos labios rosados y suaves con los míos. Más que un beso se trataba de una caricia, una caricia hacía un desconocido que me enseñó que aún podía sentir mi corazón dentro de mi, que aún latía a pesar de tanto daño hace años atrás.  

“Me agradas” le escucho decir al apartarse entonces sonrío, es absurdo y no deja de ser extraño pero es agradable. Willy es agradable. 

“Tú también me agradas. Tal vez, podríamos ser amigos.” 

“Te llevaré a casa” me dice entre risas y me siento perdido.

“¿Qué pasa?” 

“Es que tú, tienes un concepto extraño por amigos” me explica volviendo a partirse en risas y no me defiendo ante eso, porque quizás está muy en lo cierto pero no quiero llamarlo de otra forma de momento, así que está bien. Él sigue riendo y pronto me uno y ambos estamos riendo ahora, y ya ni siquiera es gracioso pero no nos detenemos. 

01:00 am.

 Aún sigue lloviendo pero eso no importa porque Willy me ha traído de vuelta a casa. 

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 Feliz cumpleaños @celylovegood te quiero mucho, espero que te guste.♥

Bad Luck ~Part 10

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

(gif isn’t mine credit to owner also agust d is fucking me up rn) 


Sorry for the wait people I hope you like this chapter. 

Only about 3 parts left ahhhhhh! My baby fic has grown so much :3

PS: I’ll finish editing later because I’m a bit busy rn :)


-5 375 words

smut

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Highschool AU

~After being soft Yoongi distances himself until you cross paths at Gracie’s party.~

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11


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title: Recognition

rating: T, (M in later chapters)

summary: Soulmate trope AU. Set in a world where humans and elves coexist. 

a/n: most of the times, I have John Adam’s problem when it comes to writing. for this fic, I was Alexander Hamilton. I’ll most likely be making weekly updates, though if there’s good response I might do bi-weekly. 

CHAPTER 1 / 8 


The boy is a brunette, eyes the color of oak, and yet though they look nothing alike, he reminds Emma too much of herself. She can still taste the tang of blood as her teeth had crashed against the metal bars of the playground, the jeering of the children as they bullied the dirty little unwensket.

It’s why she’s here, why she’d taken this rather perilous career of Placing unwenskets, or unwanted human children.

“Emma?” little Henry asked, voice strong despite knowing that a visit from Emma Swan meant he was still alone, without a family.

“Hmm?” she responded, running her fingers across the boy’s messy hair, attempting to make it look more presentable.

“What’s Recognition? Or soul meets soul when eyes meet eyes?”

Emma paused, then continued her administrations more slowly. She wanted to ask where Henry had heard that, but considering the theme of Recognition was embedded into all parts of elvish and human society, it seemed like a moot question.

“Recognition is when two beings of the opposite sex have a case of sudden, involuntary connect and need to uh… reproduce, often becoming life-mates. This is described by the phrase, ‘soul meets soul when eyes meet eyes’”.

“So you can’t… you have no power to stop it?”

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Fun at the Park

Summary: I saw the prompt a while ago but it was a vague quick prompt that said something along the lines of “Write a story where someone ties a child’s shoe for them.”

Characters: Bucky x Reader (female), Grace (Reader’s daughter), Tony, FRIDAY, and mentions of Steve and the team

Word Count: ~1556

Warnings: Slight danger to Reader and Child, mostly Fluff

A/N: I dunno what this is but I like it enough to post it lol. I still have writer’s block bluh.

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“Mommy.”

Your daughter tugged at your pant leg as you checked your hair in the mirror by the front door. You glanced down and smiled at her… interesting choice of outfit. She was wearing a purple t-shirt with the word SMASH written across the front in bright green glitter, along with bright pink jean shorts and knee-high Iron Man socks that you knew she “borrowed” from the kid next door. She had managed to tie back her hair in a low, slightly lopsided ponytail with her favorite red, white, and blue Captain America bow.

It clearly wasn’t an outfit that was supposed to go together but you weren’t going to chide her, though. She was 3 and honestly it was a feat in and of itself that she managed to put it all on correctly.

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My accusation of @gracecatfamilyband

Oh Gracie Cat, how you have fooled us with your clever pseudonym! Although your name starts with a G, and the “Cat” is a clever distraction, it has come to light that you are none other than Glinda, the most powerful sorceress from the Land of Oz.

Originally posted by sothemoontoldme

For centuries you were ruler, giver of wisdom and instruction, and protector of that great land. You lived in a palace with Sir Gracie Cat and fifty of the most beautiful felines in Oz (it wasn’t that the felines were actually beautiful by Oz standards, it was that by being with you they knew they were valued, unique and special, and through your care and love, they came to understand that they were indeed, beautiful). The inhabitants of Oz, from human to the tiniest paper doll, loved and respected you.

You helped all who came to you with your great wisdom. Sometimes you would simply wave your magic wand and mend the tear in a dress, but often you knew the value lay in teaching the paper dolls how to mend their own dresses, and how to from henceforth, keep from tearing them (this may seem insignificant, but the paper dolls had only paper underwear, and were quite mortified to be seen by the Munchkin children without properly fitting clothes).

This is not to say you spent your time only helping with day to day matters. Early on, no one is quite certain how long ago, you and your army of female warriors (aided by the great Sir Gracie, of course), overthrew the Wicked Witch of the South in a quick and decisive battle. Your tactic? Goodness, patience and kindness. The Wicked Witch could not contend, and soon her monkey army scattered to the West to hide from her. You exiled that Witch to a far off land where she could do no more harm. The monkeys lived peacefully in the West for several generations. But as time went on the old story was lost and they soon were following another Wicked Witch. But, my dear Glinda, you knew that battle had to be won by another. In your great wisdom you stepped back, and although it was painful, you waited for the one whose destiny it was to destroy that Wicked Witch for good. Now the monkeys will never again forget, and all of Oz is learning to live in peace with one another.

Not long ago you made the decision to leave Oz, although only for a time. You still keep watch on it. You and Sir Gracie Cat know that at any time they might need you and you would of course return in less than a heartbeat (well, sometimes travel by bubble takes a couple of heartbeats). But for now you are enjoying life with mortals. You live in a somewhat smaller palace, and you keep your wand well hidden. But every once in awhile, when the sun is down, you will bring out your wand (glancing to make sure Sir Gracie Cat is still sleeping; he frowns on any wand usage among mortals), and wave it in the direction of your earthly friends. You send us all peace and encouragement, love and creative ideas. You wish you could do more. You wish you could somehow change everything for the better, but you know that isn’t possible. You aren’t in Oz anymore, and magic works differently here. But in the end your heart is pure, and you know you can make a difference, even if it is only for a small number of people.

This is what is important, you told Sir Gracie Cat one day. This is how you make your mark in a world too large to change. You search for truth, you notice the goodness, and on some days, you just have to wear your magic pants (you know, the ones with the bloodstripe) under your gown.

Ballerina Bun

Harry is sitting in his studio when he hears the door creak open and little feet running towards him. Putting down his pen, he looks up to see his little girl, her blonde curls bouncing up and down as she makes her way to one of her favorite people. Harry was struggling with a song, and welcomed the unexpected surprise. “Hi my Gracie bug! Whatcha up to?”

“Daddy? Can you come to my room and play? Please??” Grace pleaded with a down turned lip and well practiced puppy eyes. If there was one thing Grace did well, it was giving her mum and daddy puppy eyes. Her blue eyes would get nice and big, and look oh so sad to the point Harry would immediately melt into a puddle and give her exactly what she wants.

“I can take a break for a little. Let’s go!” Harry closes his laptop, leans over to grab Grace by the hips and lifts her up and over his shoulder.  "Has anyone seen my Gracie bug?? I can’t find her, but this sack of potatoes is nice" Harry says loud as if he was talking to a room full of people. Walking up the stairs and turning into his daughters room he hears a giggle in his ear.

“Daddy” Grace giggles “’m not a sack of potatoes, ’m Gracie.”

“Oh tha’s right” throwing Gracie on her bed and kissing her forehead. Harry plops down on the floor and gives his girl that deep dimpled grin. “Alright love, wha’ do ya wan’ ta play? Dolls? A game? Dress up?”

“Ballet class daddy” Grace looks at her father like he should already know what she wants to play. She bounces off her bed and runs to her closet and pulls out two tutu’s. “One for you, one for me! You can have pink because it’s your favorite. I have purple. See?” Holding out the pink skirt to her father to put on his waist. Smiling, Harry thanks his daughter and puts on the pink tutu over his tight black jeans. Grace hands her father the brush and a hair elastic “Do my hair daddy?” Harry smiles “in a ballerina bun?” Grace nods as Harry continues “I can do that! Come sit on daddy’s lap” Harry sits back on the floor in his light pink tutu and pats his leg for her to sit. Running a brush through her blonde curls and pulling them into a tight bun he hears Grace sigh.

“Daddy? Can you grow your ballerina bun back?” Asking in a very serious tone. “Why do ya ask bug?” Harry chuckles, not expecting her to ask about his beloved man bun, that had been gone for over a year. “So you can look pretty like me!” Grace said this with such a sweet tone, it melted Harry’s heart. “Have you been talkin’ to your mum? She said the same thing to me yesterday.” he chuckles recalling the conversation with his wife the night before. Wrapping the elastic around her bun one last time Harry pats her head and says “Alright, all done”

Grace stands up and walks over to nightstand where her music player sat. She pushes play to begin some classical music and grins as bright as the sun.  "Welcome to ballet class!“ Harry smiles at his daughter and try’s really hard not to laugh because he knows she means business.  His acting lessons were coming in handy at the moment. “My name is Gracie, and I am your teacher” she continued. “Time to stretch” Grace starts walking Harry through the stretches she does at her ballet lessons. “High to the sky! Reach higher daddy! Now down to your toes!” Gracie was making sure Harry completed each stretch correctly and exactly how she wanted. After 5 minuets of stretching Grace felt it was time to dance.

“First position daddy” Harry pretends to know what Grace is talking about and puts his body is a “ballerina” pose. His arms were placed above his head in a circle and he had a massive smile placed on his face.  "That’s not first position daddy” Grace giggles. Harry’s smile immediately disappears.  "It’s like this" she shows her frowning daddy and he copies her arms and legs to be in the correct position.

“Let me see your dance. I will count you in”  Grace says “5..6..9..10.. go” Harry begins prancing around the room. Twirling and leaping, spinning and waving his arms about. Harry lifts his baby girl high in the air and spins in a circle when a voice comes into the room.

“What are you silly kids up to?” You say as you walk into Grace’s bedroom. Giggling at what you just witnessed you look at Harry and your curly headed toddler.

“Playing dance class mum” Grace says stating the obvious

“Looks like fun, may I join?” You ask with a smirk on your face.

“Only if you have ballerina hair” Harry states. “And a tutu” Grace adds. “All ballerina’s need a tutu I’ll get one” She says as she runs to the closet and pulls out a bright yellow tutu just for you!

Pulling the elastic off your wrist you put your hair into a bun as Grace asks “mum? Can daddy grow a ballerina bun so he can be pretty like us?”

You giggle as you look at harry “I do miss that beautiful man bun of yours” harry smiles back, knowing you have missed that bun since the day he cut it off.

“I guess it’s decided then. I’ll see what I can do” Harry says as he turns around in a circle and continues dancing.


Special thanks to @whoopsharrystyles, @sing-me-a-song-harry, @chrissy22787 and @redsweatertom for their advice and help! I love you all!!

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I have one thing to say about this:

KALINDA WOULD BE SO FUCKING PROUD.

Old Scars/ Future Hearts

Hey so yeah, look who finally has something new for you all to read! Sorry it’s been so long since my last update, but things have been a bit… crazy to say the least. I’ve had a bit of writer’s block and it’s made me really self doubt my stuff a lot. 

ANYWAYS…

This came from an ask I got earlier in the week, “ Imagine fucking frank in the janitors closet at your highschool reunion.” And of course, even though I have a ton of requests that need to be written, I had to write this straight away. This is just one way I decided to interpret it, there was a few other plot ideas I had that I could’ve gone with (that I could also write if anyone wants more of these style of imagines…) Hopefully requests will be posted more frequently starting now so thanks for being so patient! :) xx

Warnings: Smut, bit of negative self thoughts…

“”Frank, really, you don’t have to do this, you can just drop me off, I’ll be okay.” You mumbled, glancing over at the building in the distance. Just sitting in the parking lot brought back uneasy memories, your eyes dancing from the bright lights filling the gymnasium windows to the clusters of people standing by the entrance, smoking on the warm July night.

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