really though that compliment

Haru Okumura rocks.  I expected a generic soft moe character, but she’s pragmatic as hell and also took me to see Saw.

I was thinking about something, even though water and fire don’t compliment each other

They really do need one other to balance each other out.

Water extinguishes fire and fire extinguishes water.

This is why I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Lance and Keith are the opposing forces in the show. 

Keith needs Lance who’s more level-headed to even him out. 

And Lance needs Keith who’s more serious to calm him down.

They may not agree with how they are individually, but they do contrast each other perfectly.

@l-tay said: Okay, so remember when Zach said he was disappointed he didn’t have any compliments in his bag? May I request one where Y/N overheard that and noticed he actually seemed Down about it so she decided to slip meaningful compliments into his bag and he goes out of his way to figure out who it was?

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

ZACH X READER

Peer Communications class was a bit of a nerve wracking class. No topic was off limits and anything said was allowed, as long as you weren’t bullying a fellow student or just being plain hateful. But then there was the Compliment Bag rack. Every student had a bag where others could drop anonymous notes in them to brighten one’s day. And while it was meant to be a kind gesture, it also gave others a bit of anxiety when no compliments were dropped in theirs.

Take Zach, for example. Cute, tall and adorable Zach Dempsey. One would think he would have numerous compliments in his bag given his jock status, but after overhearing a brief conversation with another student you find out the popular boy doesn’t get a single one. Which is a shame, really, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

“Dempsey? Really?” Tony chuckles. “I did not think he was your type.”

Laughing nervously, you shrug. “He’s.. cute. And nice. He’s nothing like Monty or Justin or even Bryce.” You shiver, Walker’s name leaving your lips with such distaste. “And honestly, you don’t see him after he checks his compliment’s bag only to find it empty. It’s such a heartbreaking expression.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“So you’ll do it?”

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Alive!Noah Headcanons 
If Noah was alive and if he was the same age as the rest of the gang.

  • Noah is your typical angsty teenaged skateboarder to be honest so keep that in mind.
  • Bleaches his hair blond but then always dyes it a different obnoxious color when he’s out of school for the summer.
  • Blue helps him dye his hair because they are literally best friends. He teaches her how to skateboard and they spend a lot of weekends hanging out and creating art together. Where Blue is focused on fashion, Noah is obsessed with abstract sculpture and painting. 
  • His artist signature is always having glitter in all his work.
  • Actually, one whole corner of Monmouth is dedicated to their art. They have a huge white sheet covering the area that is splattered with paint and theres all sorts of weird shit over there.

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anonymous asked:

A surprise party for the twins? But they get all suspicious and MC is trying to hide the surprise in the best way she can. Sorry if m english is bad and this don't make sense, love your writing so much <3

Countdown to the Cake: 1


The Cake


“Hey, MC. You know I gave you that Arabic dictionary so you can come in here whenever you want, right?”

“Yes, I know, Saeyoung. I just forgot.” On purpose. You needed to buy more time, getting stuck on their door would do the trick for a while. “I was just so worried my laptop wasn’t working, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah… let me see the damage.” You take the laptop off your bag. “Well, I’m not familiar with Jurassic technology, but let’s see what I can do for you.” You knew keeping this old laptop in your closet could be useful one day. More time to buy.

“So, uhm… where’s Saeran?” you look around, trying to get a hold of him.

“In his bedroom, as usual.” He says, opening the laptop without any trouble.

“Oh… is he sleeping?” this could be a problem if he’s sleeping.

“Probably not… why?” he looks at you. Relax, MC… he doesn’t know anything, he doesn’t suspect a thing… calm down and act naturally.

“Nothing. I was just wondering if you two would like go out and hang a little after you do your little magic there.” Little magic? Ugh… what’s wrong with you?

“Oh, we can hang out right here.”

“Yeah, or… we could go out. I didn’t put on a nice dress to stay inside a bunker that smells like honey and soda. No offense.”

“Not taken.” And he goes back to the laptop’s circuits, whew… that was close.

“You really put on a nice dress, MC.” You look behind to find Saeran standing next to the door.

“Thank you…” even though you know he’s not really complimenting you, it’s more like an observation.

“And what did you do with your hair?” shit! You knew changing your hairstyle could make them suspect something…

“I… combed?” both twins nod and look at you. Shit…

“Makes sense.” Saeran says, heading out of the room. Whew! That was close… how long do you still need to stall?

That’s what you ask Yoosung over the phone when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. How long do you need to keep the twins distracted while the other RFA members organize the surprise party for their birthday?

“I don’t know, MC… we didn’t know Jumin ordered such a… handful decoration, so it’s taking a while to put things in place. You need to hold them a little more…”

“I’m trying. I even brought a laptop with Windows Vista on it, but… they’re suspecting something, Yoosung, I can tell!”

“I doubt it. They probably don’t even remember what day is today. Calm down and keep going with the plan, you’re the perfect bait!”

“Yeah, I should be used by now…” you hang up and go back to where Saeyoung is, only to find the laptop functioning normally. “What did you do?”

“I fixed it! Like you wanted.” He smiles widely. Shit! You forgot you’re dealing with a genius here.

“Oh… oh yeah! Thank you! Are you really sure it’s working?”

“Well, yeah! Are you doubting my skills, MC? I’m offended!” he does a dramatic gesture before smirking teasingly. “Now let’s get out of here, the world needs to see you in a pretty dress and combed hair.” No! Too soon!

Or maybe not… the plan was just holding the twins, there was nothing about keeping them inside their house. Maybe you can stall in another way…

“So what you wanna do, MC?” Saeyoung asks when the three of you go inside one of his cars. You look at both of them, Saeran isn’t happy about getting dragged out of the house, it took your persuasive abilities  (whine until he is tired of listening to your voice, that is) to convince him to come along. This is a party for the twins, you need them both there.

“Hum… I was wondering if we could go to uhm…” your phone starts buzzing, you look at who’s calling you “Zen?” you say out loud.

“Zen’s place? No! It’s too small there!” Saeran complains, that’s when you realize you said it out loud. Stupid!

“Z-Zen? Did I say Zen? No, uhm… that’s now what I meant, I… need to use your bathroom again, be right back!” you get out of the car and run inside the house again. “Hello?”

“Achew! Hey, babe! So, uhm… achew! Remember I was supposed to pick the cake at your place? Achew! Why didn’t you tell me your neighbor has a cat?” For fuck’s sake, you forgot about Mr. Cat Damon!

“Oh, Zen… I’m so sorry. Is everything okay?”

“With me? Achew! Yes, yes… my throat is just a little clog, you probably noticed my voice isn’t as soothing as usu… achew!”

“And the cake?” you feel bad for him, but now there’s a cake at stake! Well, not really, but still…

“Oh yes, it’s fine… you have a lovely decoration, by the way, it really suits you… achew!” oh yes, Zen. Perfect time to flirt… “I just couldn’t make it to the kitchen, because the cat was there, how did he get in?”

“Mr. Cat Damon always finds his way in… that sneaking little thief.”

“Oh, just like in Ocean’s 11?” Ahh, a reference to Matt Damon… clever, Zen… wait, there’s no time for this! “Anyway, I… I’m trying to reach Yoosung, Jaehee and Trustfund, but none of them are answering.” Of course, because they’re busy with the decoration!

You tell him to get out of there before his allergy gets worse and that you’ll find a solution. In the meantime, you call Jumin… nothing. Jaehee? No answer. Yoosung? Voicemail… what now? Well… it looks like you’ll have to discreetly get the cake, find a way to hide inside Saeyoung’s trunk, pray it doesn’t melt, and hope you’re not caught by two smart former hackers… god help you.

“I’m sorry we have to go back to my place, Saeyoung. It’s just… I really need to grab something I forgot there.”

“It’s fine, MC. Maybe we can come up and hang out there, then…”

“NO!” you yell, making both twins stare at you. CALM. DOWN! “I mean… no… my house is such a mess right now…”

“Ah, darn it! I thought I was finally going to see Mr. Cat Damon again… does he still breaks into your apartment?” Does he?

The ride to your building is silent. You’re worried about letting something spill everytime you open your mouth. Thankfully, the twins aren’t that talkative. You wonder if it is because they know what day is today, but they prefer avoiding thinking about it? Knowing everything you know about them now, you can’t even imagine what kind of sad memories revolve their birthday…

“We’re here!” Saeyoung states, that’s when you notice how much you were spacing out. Focus, MC! This party means a lot more than you can possibly think!

“So, uhm… can you do a favor for me? I need you to let the trunk door open…”

“Why?” both twins tilt their head in confusion.

“I… need to put something mine in there. It’s… personal…” well, you can’t use the bathroom excuse on this now, can you?

“Oh, I see what’s going on here…” Saeyoung looks at his brother and gives him this weird smile, no… shit! They know? “You’re on those lady days,  ain’t you?”

“What are you saying, idiot? Don’t make her uncomfortable!” Saeran says, blushing. Oh my God… they think you’re on your period? So embarrassing, this is… this is… perfect!

“It’ fine, Saeran. Yes, I… yes, I am. And I need to grab a bag with some spare clothes and… other things, in case of an… you know, an… accident…” this is more embarrassing than if you actually were on your period.

“Oh, things… as in tampons, right?” Saeran asks.

“Yes, Saeran. Tampons. So uhm… keep the trunk door open and whatever you two do, don’t leave this car, okay? I’ll bring… I’ll bring a lot of tampons, and it’s kinda embarrassing, so please…don’t look!” well, this is weird, but maybe will be enough to keep their curiosity away. For once, men’s lack of knowledge on how periods work will save the day.

You go to your place, and the cake is in the balcony, like you instructed the guy from the cake store to let. Okay… now you need a bag to put the box inside and pretend it’s a lot of tampons! What a genius plan! Now where is that bag? Maybe you have one big enough in your room. You go there and look for those old paper bags from fancy stores you kept to remind you bought something from a fancy store before, ugh… isn’t it amazing how your dorkiness is working in your favor for once?

You go back to the kitchen and when you’re about to place the box inside the bag… you hear Saeyoung’s voice next to the door.

“Come here, Mr. Cat Damon!” NOT THIS FUCKING CAT AGAIN!

“Ugh, that’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard!” Is Saeran here too? Well, yeah, Saeyoung would never leave him alone with one of his babies, he’s so possessive with those cars!

Mr. Cat Damon comes in and meows at you. One of these days… Mr. Cat Damon, one of these days…

“MC? What’s going on?”

“I… I…” need to go to the bathroom? Forget it… there’s nowhere to run.

“What’s in the box?”

“Tampons?”

“Do you really think we’re that stupid?” Saeran asks, glaring at you. Uh oh… “You’re up to something, ain’t you?” Well… you can’t really keep on lying, can you?

“I… I am, and the other RFA members are too. Zen was here before, but Mr. Cat Damon showed up and made him sneeze, and nobody was answering because they were busy with the decoration, so I tried not to ruin the surprise because everybody put so much effort on making this a happy birthday for both of you, since you guys deserve so much after everything you’ve been through, and I want you too to be happy and loved, and protect you two because I care so much about you guys and… I’m not really on my period!” You say as you feel the tears rolling down. Saeyoung and Saeran look at each other completely lost.

“Oh… we… kinda forgot it was this day of the year?” Saeyoung asks his brother.

“Yeah… so used to not celebrating at all for all those years…” oh god…

“So… so… I just ruined the surprise?” more tears, and Saeyoung runs to you.

“Hey, it’s fine… you didn’t ruin anything. Well, except for Saeran’s innocence with that tampon thing, but… don’t worry, MC. The biggest surprise here is seeing how much you tried to make this day special, it’s so good to know we have someone so willing to make us happy.”

“Oh, but that’s no surprise! You already know how much RFA loves you, guys! The party was supposed to be a surprise!”

“I think surprises suck.” Saeran states, crossing his arms. “So stop crying and feeling so bad on yourself.” He glances at you quickly “… please.”

“Yeah, you can’t ruin your make up that goes along with the nice dress and the combed hair, girl!” Saeyoung shakes your shoulders lightly. “So, come on, I’ll help you put the cake in the trunk while we teach Saeran how to pretend he’s surprised.”

“Thank you, guys.” You smile at both of them, Saeyoung chuckles, and though you’re not sure, you think you saw Saeran smiling a little. “Yes, let’s take this cak…”

SPLASH! You just see the box with the cake hitting the floor and Mr. Cat Damon looking at what he did… then he looks at you like this was completely natural. You open your mouth in shock.

“This cat… is the incarnation of the evil! I’m going to kill him!” you go towards Mr. Cat Damon’s direction, yelling.

“Whoa, calm down, MC!  Calm… down!” Saeyoung holds you against him, you two lose balance and fall on the floor, splashing cake frosting everywhere.

“It’s… It’s ruined. Just like the whole surprise…” You say, your voice starts breaking again. 

“Oh no no no… It’s not your fault, MC. Don’t worry!” Saeyoung hurries in comforting you. 

“Yeah, silly. It’s just cake, we can get another one tomorrow or next year, whatever. There will be plenty of birthdays for us to have cake.” You and Saeyoung look at each other, then at Saeran. Did he just say he wants to celebrate in the years to come? 

“Awww MC, did you hear that? Saeran just said something sweet!” you two giggle, but he doesn’t look that happy. 

“Oh… So you like it sweet, huh brother?” He asks, kneeling before you two and grabbing a fistful of cake. “Is that sweet enough for you?” He shoves the cake on Saeyoung’s face. You look in shock and try to hold your laugh, but it’s impossible.

“Now what are you laughing at?” Saeyoung throws cake frosting on you, and before you know it, this is a food war. Your kitchen is a mess, and Mr. Cat Damon ran out of there, but you didn’t even notice, you were too busy laughing and having fun with the twins.

Which… was interrupted by a clearing throat sound, clearly made by Jumin. The three of you freeze as you see the other RFA members judging and watching this curiously.

“What the hell is happening here?” Jaehee asks, shocked.

None of you know what to say and just keep looking at each other, like “who’s gonna talk?”

“Well, uhm… surprise?” Saeran asks.



You can see the other days here!

EXO Lay as your boyfriend

~bullet points~


  • Okay so Lay would be much like Chanyeol, one big fluff ball
  • Due to him being a healing unicorn he would always be by your side when you’re ill or injured
  • Of course he’d bring actual medicine or bandages as well as his super powers
  • Say you had sprained your ankle he’d come over and wrap a bandage around it and apply a cold compress
  • But after he would start making weird noises whilst wiggling his fingers over your ankle
  • ‘Lay? What are you doing?’
  • ‘I’m healing you, I’m a unicorn remember?’
  • Would be the type of boyfriend to come to your house out of the blue wearing a suit and holding a bouquet of flowers
  • Would also get chocolates delivered to your house with cute little notes attached to them
  •  Probably  the most clueless person ever
  • Meaning a vast majority of the time you would initiate the more intimate types of skinship 
  • He would hold your hand when walking around town and would kiss your cheek at random moments
  • When it comes to kissing it would mostly be sweet and tender, however when he initiates an intense make out session just know he’s wanting a bit more (If you know what I mean)
  • When you’re in the mood you’d probably need to show it really well as Lay can be very slow at times
  • You could walk out in your sexy underwear and he’d still wouldn’t know what you wanted, he would actually think that you were going to sleep in that
  • He would finally get it when you begin to straddle him and look at him expectantly, then he would smirk up at you and yeah… you see where this is going
  • Lay is a real sweetheart, we can all agree on that
  • As he tends to spend a lot of time in China you can tend to get very lonely and miss him an awful lot
  • Which is why now he brings you to China with him
  • When his schedule is free he takes you out and shows you around, it makes him so happy that you even agreed to come with him and showed such an interest in his home country
  • Seeing you take all this information in actually makes him fall with you even more, which could make his feelings overwhelm him so he can’t help but pull you into a kiss
  • ‘Huh? Lay what was that for?’
  • ‘I love you.’
  • Would be really awkward at times though, like for instance if you complimented him he would get really flustered and would blush so much
  • You don’t even know how much the small things you do actually effect him, he finds every little thing you do so cute and he just can’t get enough of you
  • Also would always have such a fond smile when looking at you, which is basically all the time, he doesn’t even realise he’s staring half the time
  • Basically this smol bean is just so proud of you and everything you do
  • You could just breathe and he’d be proud like ‘Yes babe you’re breathing!’
  • But even though 98% of the time he’s smol, the 2$ he can be quite confident, maybe even slightly cocky
  • For example you made the mistake of walking in on him changing and he was half naked, when he saw you walk in he had smirked at you and looked down at his six pack
  • ‘Like what you see Y/N?’
  • That would only happen on few occasions though
  • So yeah to sum up, Lay loves you with all his heart and couldn’t stand not being with you
  • Just the bare thought of you not being by his side could bring tears to his eyes
  • Is ever so grateful for you and would never want to see you said
  • You’re his everything

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Drunk In Love (Harry Styles Imagine)

Requested by anon! ✨

Words couldn’t possibly explain how amazing this entire month has been for me.
I just got my best friend Harry back from God knows where the hell that boy has been because it’s as if he literally travels everywhere non stop.
Personally I don’t have a clue as to how he could do that, just go from place to place without ever feeling strange or uncomfortable.
I’m scared to even set foot in a airplane, much less sit in one for hours and being aware of how high off the ground I am, I prefer to be on it thank you, and quite frankly just the mere thought of it sends major chills down my spine.
But I guess that’s the benefit of being a huge star, going everywhere around the world and feeling loved and right at home because of your amazing fans who always support you in every single thing you do.

I can’t say I disagree with any of them, this guy truly does amazing things all the time, and what I love the most about him is that no matter how big he becomes in the world of fame, he will always be humble, a very down to Earth man, hell, he doesn’t even like the word famous, in fact he absolutely hates it!
And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I am so proud to call Harry Styles my best friend, it seriously never fails to amaze me how his life has changed so much for the better, I’m saying because I’ve known Harry for years, even a bit before his little audition in the X factor when he had his little cupid looking curls, oh God he really did look like an adorable cherub back then didn’t he? All he was missing was the tiny angel wings and a small harp to constantely play in those gigantic hands of his.
What makes me laugh and love the most is the fact that the only thing he will always have such a big head about is the fact that he used to work at a bakery, but I have YET to taste a cookie made by him.

Anyway, as soon as I heard from his old bandmates that he was on his way back here in Los Angeles, the first thing I did was call his british ass up to see if it was true, cause unfortunately Niall, Liam and Louis have a history of pranking me so much, it’s pretty hard to believe almost anything they tell me now, those little hansome dibshits.
Well, Harry had certainly confirmed saying it was indeed true, and as soon as he landed, the very next day he came to my house and took me out and about these past few nights, kind of as a way to make up for all the time he didn’t spend with me.
Even though I honest to God told him that there was no need for him to do that, he insisted because, and I quote, “I missed you too fucking much poppet.”
Man, I don’t really know why but it makes me feel pretty damn special that I’m basically the only female in his life he calls that cute nickname, ever since we were younger actually.
I always found it to be the most adoring thing in the world, it makes me smile.

Overall, as I have said, him and I have been hanging out a lot lately, we have created some amazing yet crazy memories together I never thought could be possible, and it also made me realize just how boring it was without him in town, not to mention how much I truly missed him.
Although I must say the other lads did a good job in substituting I guess you can say, they are so sweet to even do that in the first place really.
In fact, I have pretty much developed a very special bond with each of them now, don’t get me wrong, I love them all and we’ve always gotten along great since the beginning, but out of all four I have always been the closest to Harry, just because as I’ve known him longer, that’s all.
I love to say that I have my own little night out routines with these three goof balls, Niall is my drinking and golfing buddy, Louis is my night club buddy, and Liam well, he’s more of my, let’s just kick back and chill buddy, but not the type of chill people love to do these days so please get your mind out of the gutter.

You know it’s strange though, just yesterday I was telling Harry about the fun time I had with the other boys and if I’m not mistaken, he actually got a little jealous?
I mean maybe it’s just my imagination but I perfectly saw the way his features just tightened intensely, even his jawline seemed sharper than usual.
When I asked him if he was okay, he tried to play it off telling me that the food he ordered was a little too spicy, but I know my best friend all too well, he is absolutely horrible at hiding his emotions, still, I decided not to push the issue, I didn’t want to ruin all the fun we were having and make things awkward.
Now that it’s the next night, Harry and I decided to do something more simple, at first he wanted to go out again but I had suggested for us to have a nice movie night, just like when we were younger, or even better watch the packers game together that’s comming on in about an hour.

I was already dressed up in my most comfortable clothing and grabbed the snacks I had went out shopping for earlier, setting everything up in the living room and placing the stack of dvd’s I got from redbox.
My eyes happen to glance at the time and my brows furrowed to see that Harry was not here yet and he said he would be in this exact time.
I grabbed my phone and texted him asking of his wereabouts since usually he’s very prompt.
As a response I saw the glow of my screen brighten up with his picture.
My thumb tapped on the green button…
“Loser!” I playfully greeted as I placed the phone against my ear.
“Well that’s harsh!” He jokingly yelled on the other line, causing me to take the cell away from me for a second.
“Haha sorry you know I love you, where are you? Are you stuck in traffic or something?”
“Sort of but s'not why I called.”
My brows furrowed once more curiously…
“What’s up then Styles?”
“Eeeeeehhhh…how angry would you be if I changed our plans for the evening?”
I rolled my eyes with a head shake, not angrly though…
“I actually wouldn’t be mad dude, what do you have in mind this time?” I quizzed, letting out a bit of a sigh as I began to put away the snacks and movies again.

“Well Li-”
“Hold on, before you tell me, do I need to change my clothes? Like is it a must?” I ask.
“Depends love, what are you wearing?”
“Sweats, a plain white t shirt, and my cookie monster slippers.” I explained, immediately earning myself a rapsy chuckle.
“You’re adorable poppet.”
I grinned with a slight laugh and just waited for him to tell me.
“Yes you have to change clothes, big time. Liam is actually having a party at his house, he texted me saying that you and I are more than welcome to come, but if you don’t want to we could just stay in it’s alright.” He assured me.
I took a moment to think about it, from what I’ve experienced Liam throws some pretty wild parties, and this is that he’s a really laid back guy, but get a few shots of grey goose in him and he’s anytbing BUT laid back.
I had a really great time last bash so I guess tonight should also be fun, especially now that Harry is here.
“(Y/N)?…” He called out, snapping me out of my thinking.
“Wha? Oh! I’m still here, um you know what? Let’s go! I’m in the mood to party. Let’s me just get dressed really quick.”
“Great, I’m pretty close to you, so I’ll be there in a bit and we can go.”
“Sounds good, later Haz.” I say before we hung up on each other.
As soon as I plugged my phone so it could charge for a bit I hauled ass down the small hallway of my bedroom to see what the heck I throw on.

Lord knows how long it took to search for the right outfit but I finally found the perfect one, it was cute but also simple, just a nice thick strapped little black dress with a jean jacket, sheer tights, and my black and white converse.
I let my messy bun down and straightened it as fast as I could, then after I thanked God that I had some time to put on makeup and make myself look presentable.
As I was putting on some sparkly highlight I heard my phone ringing again in the living room.
I took some quick steps to answer it and sure enough Harry was outside.
“Let me just get my small purse I’ll be out in a second.”
“It’s alright love, no rush.” He kindly promised, I swear to God he has the patience of a saint, sadly I can never be like it, too much of a short fuse honestly.
I ran around the house once more, almost making myself sweat like a pig trying go gather the things I need to bring with me, perfume, gum, deordorant, feminine care products, house keys, extra lipstick, hair bands, and last but not least, a bottle of pain killers in case I go overboard with the Ciroc like last time.

Finally, I was out the door and Harry was standing against his car looking down at his phone, he looked very handsome, well when doesn’t he? But tonight he looked extra hansome if that was possible.
To be honest it made me kind of think twice about what I chose to wear.
“Hey curly.” I tell him as I approached.
He glanced up at me and immediately shot a devilish smirk, I already know all too well what’s gonna come out of those bubblegum colored lips next, he parted them but I raised up a firm finger to interrupt.
“Haz! I swear to God if you start singing little black dress I’m gonna kick your ass!” I warned, he literally does it EVERY time I wear this out.
His mouth dropped then quickly formed into a grumpy baby pout…
“You don’t like it when I sing to you?…”
“What? No I love it it’s just-”
“LITTLE BLACK DRESS JUST WALKED INTO THE ROOM!! MAKING HEADS TURN!! CAN’T STOP LOOKING AT YOU!! TAKE IT (Y/N)!!”
“No.” I muttered with a bored expression.
“Take it or you could WALK to the party!” Harry shot, making me gasp dramatically in response.
“So it’s gonna be like that?”
“Yea.” He also muttered, mocking my bored stare.

I slightly grunted, screw it, might as well…
“It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s alright you know! Can we please go now?” I lightly pressed.
“You would absolutely fail the X factor.”
“SHUSH!” I claimed, smacking him on his tatted arm.
“Ow! I’m kidding (Y/N)! Jesus!…Really though you look stunning poppet.” He compliments, moving a strand of hair away from my face.
I smiled and rubbed the same arm I smacked..
“Thanks man, so do you.”
He gave me a thankful smile and followed me to the passenger side of his car to open the door for me like the gentlemen he was raised to be.

It only took about an hour to reach Liam’s huge house since he lives all the way up in the hills of Hollywood.
The loud sound of the music was already making the ground tremble from the huge speakers we could easily see from a mile away, it almost felt like a mild earthquake, if he decides to blast it up any louder I think he can make California go through the big one.
There were an awfull lot of people, more than the last party he threw, and most of them were drunk out of their minds.
“Bloody hell where do I even park?…” Harry huffed, his emerald eyes searching around to find a free space in the middle of what looked like thousands of cars.
I helped him and kept an eye out as well, it took quite a while but fortunately someone came out of the house and drove away, leaving us a good spot to leave the old rage rover in.
Of course Harry stepped out of the vehicle first and ran over to the other side to open my door again and help me out.

The moment I landed onto the outside I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.
I wasn’t joking when I said that there are way too many people here…
I could clearly feel the perverted eyes of a random drunk guy on me as Haz and I walked up to the entrance gates of the house, it gave me such terrible vibes it wasn’t even funny.
I happened to take a small glance at him and I was right, he definately had his glassy eyes locked on me, well more like my chest and legs.
I looked down and notcied I had some clevelage showing so I quickly pulled up the black fabric to cover up and closed up my sweater a bit more.
“You alright there tiny?” I heard Harry question, snapping my head to his direction.
I looked up at his tall figure and he had a bit of a smile going on, but it faded almost instantely when he saw how nervous I must’ve seemed, he even stopped walking and stared down at me with great concern.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, I just caught that guy staring at me…”
“Which guy?”
“The one by the end of the gate…” I tell him.

Without hesitation his eyes landed on the wasted male and shot him the most intimidating glare I have ever witnessed…it’s safe to say I have never seen him look so scary before…
“Hm, don’t you worry about that arsehole, he’s fucked if he even comes near you.”
“Hey Harry man be careful, he may be drunk but he’s still bigger than you.”
“That doesn’t make him a threat love.” He sternly promised.
My orbs went wide at his words, I never knew this side of him, I never even thought once that he was capable of getting this angry and protective, guess I don’t really know my best friend as much as I thought I did.
My eyes didn’t go completely wide until he shocked me by putting a strong arm around my waist, holding me closely on his opposite side so that I was blocked from the stranger’s view.
I have to admit being so close to him with zero space in between us made me feel just a wee bit fuzzy inside, especially when he wouldn’t let go and was cautious of other men around as he entered the gigantic house.

It wasn’t until we were completely inside the house did his arm wiggle away from me.
The music was a little too loud for my taste,
but I was already feeling the need to dance my ass off, another thing Harry quickly noticed.
“I see you’re really feeling the beat already!” He yelled with a wide smile over the booming speakers.
I looked down and saw how my waist was already moving side to side, I swear I didn’t feel that at all.
“I can’t help it!” I shrugged with an amused beam.
Just then Liam immediately spotted the two of us from upstairs and practically ran to hug me with a shot in his hand, then of course he proceeded to greet his band brother.
“I’m so glad you guys can make it! I thought you lames weren’t going to show up!”
“Well have no fear the LIFE of the party is here!” I jokingly shot, locking arms with Harry.
Liam flipped me off and I chuckled, raising my middle finger in the air as well.
Harry just shook his head at the two of us and searched around for something…
“Already looking for a girl to make out with? Possibly hook up?” I smirked.
“Hehehe, no not at all actually, but you know if you’re up for it, so am I.” He also smirked with wink.
I couldn’t help but allow my jaw to drop to the floor, Liam himself was left surprised, I mean he has been sort of flirty with me before, what boy and girl who are just friends doesn’t flirt atleast slightly? But he most definately stepped it up tonight.
What’s with this boy surprising me today?

He side hugged me and gave me a fast peck on my head, his deep accented voice fairly close to my ear as he spoke…
“Just kidding poppet, you’re way more than just a makeout session and a one night stand believe you me.”
And there he goes again, leaving me speechless but this time he decided to throw in my cheeks turning as red as an extra hot cheetoe, through the colorful flashing lights I could see how his features softened up slowly, almost making him appear sad if I’m not mistaking as he looked down on the shiny floor.
My glossed lips parted to say something in response but he beat me to it…
“Payno, where are the drinks?” He asked, pressed more like it.
“Oh! Right over there down in the kitchen mate, all the glasses are under the island so help yourself.” Liam assured.
“Thank God, I need a few, thanks.” He muttered, but loud enough for us to hear while he walked away and dissapeared out of sight.
I have this radther weird feeling inside of me, he was looking fine a second ago but now he just looks down right irritated, like if something is deeply bothering him…or has been deeply bothering him and I just never knew.

“Liam!” I called out, making him turn his head to me meanwhile he down he hard liquor in his small glass, his brows raised as a signal for me to tell him…
“Is my mind playing tricks on me or does he look kind of agitated?”
“Does he? Hm, maybe, I didn’t really notice quite honestly.” He said with a shrug and pout.
I just shook myself out of my concern, I’m sure after putting some alcohol in his system he’ll be his cheerful froggy self once more.
“Alright everybody! Come to the dance floor! This next song is really going to get this party started!” The DJ announced, and the second he dropped the tune with cheers filling the building, I was more in the mood to dance than ever, the song he was now playing was one of my absolute favourites.
“Oh my gosh! I fucking love this song! Liam dance with me?!” I offered, gripping his forearm in excitement.
He slightly laughed and nodded with a friendly smile, placing his empty glass down on one of his coffee tables and taking a hold of my hand to lead us to the dance floor.

Before we began to move our bodies together, I looked ahead in the direction of the kitchen to check on Harry, hoping that he was okay and having a good time.
At first he was unable to be seen, which for some reason worried me, but then I caught clear sight of him sipping on some brown liquor and actually talking to a pretty red headed girl.
From what it appeared they were having a nice conversation, because they were all smiles and laughter.
I felt very relieved knowing that he was good, and getting lose with the jack.
“(Y/N)?!” Liam called my name, gaining my attention from staring at Haz.
“Shit sorry man, just checking on my bestie.” I notified, he nodded again in understanding and we just started dancing from there.
At first we kept a bit of distance from each other, but as we got more into the music, before I knew it I was dancing with my body pressed against his, feeling his large hands firmly holding on to my waist as I shook my hips.
He was also shaking his side to side, and I couldn’t help but blush a nice shade of pink to feel his member through his black jeans, but I tried my best to ignore it and just continue to enjoy myself.

Almost halfway through the second jam I could feel myself being watched by a certain pair of green eyes.
I looked up over Liam’s shoulder, my hair kind of damp from the heat of moving my body to the fast songs, for certain I caught Harry red handed staring at me from the same spot in the kitchen he was in, there were more people around him this time, all laughing and talking except for him.
You would think that me catching him staring my way would make him turn his head, but he didn’t, he kept concentrating on me and Liam dancing.
The house may have been dark but he definately stood out in the middle of that darkness to me, his face was blank, I couldn’t exactly tell if he was down or up, but one thing was for sure he seemed less happier the more he kept his stare at us.

It began to make me go into deep thought once more, I have absolutely no idea why Harry has been acting so weird…
First the way he cringed when I told him
about how it was while he was gone, then the way he got protective me of outside, the way his own sweet words for me made him look broken, and now the way he’s looking towards me…something’s up and I seriously want to know, I feel like he’s holding something back from me, something serious…my heart is telling me to confront him about his behavior lately, but the only thing that holds me back is having that honest confrontation turn into an argument.
I know Harry have had our share of those before but I just don’t want to mess up anything and make him regret comming back to LA.
I witnessed the way he grabbed the little bit of brown liquor that was left in the bottle and just downed it like if it was water.
Oh no…don’t tell me I’m the one who’s gonna have to drive us home tonight…

I can also see how the same red head chick tried to call out for him and gain his attention once more, but he was ignoring her, in fact he ignored her completely and tossed the bottle aside, walking out of the kitchen and comming up to Li and I.
As he took heavy steps towards us the last fast song of the night finished and Liam and I leaned away from each other to fan ourselves and get some cool night air comming through the open doors.
“Wow that was hot….” He chuckled, taking off his black hoodie sweater and exposing his white wifebeater shirt that hugged his perfectly shaped body.
“Ugh I know, maybe next party you can have your AC on.” I chuckled as well while fanning myself and tying my hair up into a messy ponytail.
“Oh that is a promise love.” He agreed.
“Alright party people let’s make things slow and romantic to end the night!” The DJ announced, putting on some slow, romantic music, ironically the song Night Changes.
“Still want to dance?” Liam offered, holding his hand out to me, I shrugged with a nodd but right when I took it Liam turned around to Harry tapping him on the shoulder.

“I think I’ll cut in this one mate…” Harry semi slurred, aw man I knew it, he’s pretty smashed, his emerald orbs were dark and really glassy, and his voice sounded a lot more deeper if that was even possible.
“Woah lad how many drinks did you have?” Liam asked with concern.
“Never you mind about that Paynooo…I’m having fun that’s all.” He answered, placing a hand on his shoulder to shake it.
“I know but are you gonna be alright though?”
“Yea yea I’m a big boy not a child, now leave us, find some other girl to dance with…”
He playfully shoved his head to make him go away but I could very well see some daggers being shot with that last statement.
Thankfully Liam didn’t notice and just shrugged having an amused beam on his face and then left us alone.
He finally looked down at me once again and a huge bright grin made it’s presence be known as he reached for my hand and intertwined it with his, pulling me slowly closer to him.
“C'mere angel.” He slowly and deeply calls me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands held my hips, a little more firmly than Liam may I add.
“I didn’t think you were planning on drinking so much tonight Mr.Styles.”
“Mmm well….it helps Ms.(L/N)…”
I squinted my eyes and bit my lip in curiousity for a slight moment…
“…Helps what exactly?…” I hesitated to inquire.
Then a small gasp was taken into my lips as he went from holding my hips to snaking both of his arms around my waist fully and pulling me closer to his body, our chests pressing so much against each other I can almost feel my boobs getting mildly crushed, I felt chills go down my spine just like before…
“Hmmmm…” I heard him hum, feeling the heat of his breathing while he had his face burried into my neck.
At first this felt weird, at the same time….strangely comfortable…as if it was normal for him to do something this affectionate with me.

“Helps me forget…but now it’s all commin back…” He muttered into my skin, making goosebumps rise up like no tomorrow, the feel of his soft pinkish heart shaped lips felt moving as he spoke ever so slowly as if he’s trying to stress every word that comes out of him.
It made me feel some type of fire I guess you can say in my chest, and oddly it caused me to start picturing the sensational feel of them actually kissing my neck, but I immediately shook off the racey thought…even though I sort of didn’t want to to be truthfull.
I went ahead and rubbed a soothing hand on the soft dark grey cotton fabric of his shirt that covered his toned back while my other rested on his shoulder.
Our bods moving slowly in circles to the soft sound blaring from the speakers that were only some inches away from us.
Aw man Harry smells so wonderful…that cologne of his is very captivating…it’s so attractive and suits him very well, the smell of his curly brown hair was also delightful, and the feel of it was very soft, I almost felt like I was touching the hair of a real life angel.
I decided to play with it a little as I talked with him…
“What’s comming back Harry?…What are you trying to forget?…”

I awaited his reply but I didn’t seem to be getting one, he was so quiet just leaning himself on me.
I rubbed small circles on his back then patted him…
“Haz?…Come on tell me…Harry?” I called, then suddenly I felt him getting heavier and heavier on me, it made me stumble back a few steps.
“Woah woah woah! Harry! Dude! Don’t tell me you’re sleeping!” I yelled and with all my strength pushed his torso away.
Sure enough I was right, he was seriously sleeping, no wonder I felt us stop dancing, but in less than a second he woke up, frantically looking around him until he sighed relieved to see me standing in front of him.
“Oh there you are love…”
“Good morning.” I played.
“Where’d you go off to?” He asked with a raised brow, I see how he can barely keep himself standing straight.
“Dang you’re really plowed aren’t you?” I giggle.
“Wha?…”
“You just fell asleep while we were dancing!” I humorously exclaimed.
He took a look at his surroundings and came to his senses that he was still at the party…
“Oh…right…sorry for that but…you’re very comfortable…I love being in your arms.” He shyly confessed, his smile more adorable than ever before.

I smiled in return and shook my head…
“Awww you’re just saying that because you always get extra affectionate when you’re wasted.”
“Noooo….I mean it!” He says, taking my hand into his once more and trying to pull me close to him.
“Come be my pillow again poppet…”
I gotta admit that was pretty darn cute but I had to refuse his request…
“No no you’re gonna fall asleep again and I CANNOT carry you!”
“Fiiiine…in that case can we go?…M'not comfortable here anymore…my head’s hurting  too now..”
I rubbed his shoulder and agreed, plus the DJ decided to play a couple of more fast songs and now everybody was basically fucking each other on the dance floor around us.
Even though we just got here it’s best for us to step out, we both had our small amount of fun after all so it’s all good.
“Okay let’s get out of here, but first give me your car keys, you’re in no condition to drive.”
Harry slowly patted his pockets and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he touched his pack pockets…oh God what happened?…
“Holy shit…” Was all he could manage to say.
“No. Don’t tell me you lost the car keys please!” I pleaded.
“No not that…my bum feels incredibly firm!” He loudly laughed, eyes shutting tight and all.
“It’s like two stones glued together back there!!”
I face palmed and shook my head, trying my best not to crack up with him.
“Quit screwing around Styles! Car keys!” I ordered, holding out my palm.

Unfortunately he was a little too busy busting a gut to give me anything.
I snorted and smacked his arm, “Haz!”
“Wha?!”
“Ugggh!” I grunted and went behind him to grab them from his back pocket and pushed on his rock hard ass to start walking, which caused him to flinch.
“Move it mister!”
“Woah! Hey officer what seems to be the problem?…” He devilishly smirked.
“Oh my God! Just shut up and keep walking!”

Once we reached the cool, breezy outside and lord knows how I was even able to get this boy into the rage rover with no help whats so ever, as I drove us both back to my small house he slowly started to fall asleep again, but I kept having to tell him to look alive because I still had to get his ass OUT of the car.
Boy do I freakin regret making him stay up though, because now he wouldn’t stop singing his heart out…not that I wasn’t enjoying it, after all he does have one of the most amazing voices in the world, but when he sang while DRUNK, well…actually he still sounded pretty awesome, but it was extremely loud in the small space we’re in.
“NOBODY CAN DRAG ME DOWWWWWWooooWWWoooooWWWNNN!!”
“Harry, I think you should-”
“DOOWWWWN!!”
I turn my head to glare at him and he just laughed like the little shit he’s being.
“Yea I did that to annoy you…”
“I see that, thanks so much.” I murmured, turning my sight back to the road ahead of me.
I felt him grab one of my hands off the steering wheel to hold it, intertwining our fingers together and gently stroking my skin with his thumb, he was holding it a whole differently this time….yup…another moment for me to be blushing like crazy for the millionth time…
“Hehehe awww m'sorry baby you were saying?…”

I almost killed myself snapping my head back to face him, my eyebrows raised up so high I thought they were gonna fly off my face.
Did I just hear correctly or I had a few drinks myself at the party and don’t remember? Because that truly hit home…
“Um…W-what did you just call me?…” I nervously laughed, but my face was kind of serious…
All of the sudden it was as if he wasn’t so drunk anymore, he sat up straight in his seat, instantely taking his hand away from mine in realization of not only the way he was holding it but also what had just slipped out of him.
He just simply cleared his throat loudly and looked out the window, then from there on out heavy silence took control over us both.

Our tongues had literally stopped knowing how to form any words, I wish I knew what to say at this point, but putting all of these clues he has given me throughout the recent time together, it’s fairly obvious just what the hell is going on here.
Only minutes had passed but the silence was basically killing me, and if he wasn’t going to start talking then I will….
“Harry…I think you and I might need to talk…”
“There’s nothing to talk about (Y/N)…”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that…” I almost whispered, seeing how he broke his concentration from the window.
“Is this because I called you baby just now?…It was an honest mistake. Matter of fact you shouldn’t think anything of it.” He stated in a radther stern tone, geez that sounded pretty harsh actually…I guess my thoughts were wrong…
But why do I feel hurt? Shouldn’t I be relieved?
“Okay…got it…but there was no need for you to get mad just saying.”
“I didn’t get mad woman.”
“Dude, you have no filter.” I remind him and gave him the side eye.
“Fine, sorry..”

A few more minutes of agonizing silence later, we arrived at my house at last.
I pulled up to my drive way, parking right behind my car and removing the keys out of the ignition.
I glanced at him and I could tell his head was pounding heavily.
I reached inside my purse and grabbed the bottle of pain killers I had taken earlier and put two in my hand.
“Here drink these, your head isn’t gonna let you sleep.”
“Oh…thank you…but..j-just one sec…” He tells me, opening his passenger door to blow chunks.
Once again, I rubbed soothing circles on his back with giggles escaping my lips, this boy I swear…
Harry threw up a little more and wiped the left over bite of barf on his mouth.
“You good?” I asked, squeezing his shoulder when he came back inside and shut the door.
“Yea…but I’m sorry I threw up on your cat.”
“I don’t have a cat…” I pointed out.
“Shit…” He opened the door again and looked around…
“Who’s ever cat I just vomitted on I’m sorry!!”

Loud laughter released itself from me, knowing my neighbor’s are gonna be so pissed tomorrow.
Harry looked back at me and snorted, quickly cracking up with me.
We stayed in the car with our guts tightening for a moment before we were able to catch our breaths.
“Oh my God I fucking love you.” I chuckled and unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Love you too bugger.”
“Come on let’s get you some coffee, I have extra toothbrushes inside so you could wash your mouth too.” I notified.
“Sounds fantastic thank you.”
“Think you can make it in the house by yourself?” I questioned, only seeing him nodd, well, he should be a little more stable now that he got the worst part overwith.

Once we got inside the house, I gave him the toothbrush and a new bottle of mouth wash and he hurried himself straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
When he came back he drank the pain killers and I told him to rest on the couch while I prepared his coffee.
I took a look at the clock and it was way passed midnight, I didn’t even realize it was almost going to be three o'clock in the morning, no wonder I feel so sleepy.
The coffee machine started beeping and I poured it in a blue glass mug then walked over to the couch where he was laying in, only to find him snoring and sleeping like a baby.
I smiled at how cute he looked and placed the mug on the small table in front of him, grabbing a small blanket from the dryer and placing it over his large body.
After putting one of the couch cushions under his head I stroked his light brunette hair, noticing how a small smile would perk up on the corner of his lips as I touched him that way.
“Hehe, goodnight curly fry…” I whispered, followed by a huge yawn that signaled me to knock out myself.
And believe me as soon as my body hit my bed, it was like someone disconnected me and shut me down completely…

~~~~~~~~

Throughtout the dark of the night, as my chest was slowly rising up and down and my legs were sloppily spread out on the mattress with my blanket only covering some parts of my body…
I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not, but I felt a gentle hand touching my cheek, stroking my skin delicately, and I can feel all my hair that was covering me up being carefully taken away.
Then I heard a handsome and sweet voice lowly mutter my name…
“(Y/N)…”
I couldn’t really respond immediately, because in my mind I thought just hearing things so decided to ignore…
“(Y/N)…” I was called again, then I felt that same gentle hand go up and down my arm…
“Poppet please wake up…”
Right when I heard that word my eyes quickly opened, realizing that it was Harry.
“Hmmm…” I hummed, shifting my body to sit myself up and turn on my lamp.

“Harry?…” I croaked, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes.
“The one and only.” He nervously chuckled, tapping his finger on the corner of his mouth to tell me I have druel.
“Oh…my bad.” I say, wiping it off…well isn’t that embarassing…oh wow I just noticed that he’s shirtless but I’m gonna try my hardest to pretend he’s not…
“What’s wrong? I thought you were sleeping. Did you get sick again?” I asked, running my fingers through my messy hair.
“No…well I still feel a bit woozy but I’m alright…I just couldn’t sleep, I’m sorry for waking you up but I wanted to talk to you.”
“It couldn’t wait till the morning?…” I ask.
He shook his head and said a soft “no.” with a shy smile.
I re tied my hair up again and got myself a little more comfortable.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“M'sorry for getting upset with you in the car. I feel really bad for that…”
I just say quietly and stared at him for a few minutes before shrugging…
“Um..alright…is that why you couldn’t sleep you dork? You already apologized for that anyway.” I giggled.
“Shut your face…there’s more than that…way more..” Harry smiled, but it faded in the blink of an eye, my concern rised up to his stare, he looked so worried especially with the way his thumbs were fiddling with each other and his foot was frantically tapping the floor.

“Hey, come on look at me…” I tell him, putting a calming hand on his tatted forearm, his green orbs looked straight into mine as I spoke…
“Wow I have never seen you this nervous before, not even for a concert…what’s going on Harry?”
“Aaahh I’m…I just don’t know how to tell you…”
“Why? You and I have been super close for many years I’m sure by now you know you could tell me absolutely anything.” I promised, rubbing his forearm up and down, but he stopped it and grabbed a hold of it instead, his grip on it was pretty tight, and I can also feel his palms sweating.
I officially started to get nervous myself, if you could hear the way my heart was racing you would think it would break out of my ribs any moment now.
He kept his concentration on my hand…
“Um…C-Can I lay next to you first?…”
I hesitated for a second but I slowly nodded.
“Sure.” I simply said, scooching over and allowing him to come to my right.
We both got ourselves comfortable and we just layed facing each other until…
“C'mere…” He whispered, bringing me into his arms and pressing me against his bare body.
My face heated up on the quickness, the way his hard and smooth chest felt on my cheek… hearing the way his heat was racing at first but now listening to it come to a more steady pace…was it because he’s holding me now?

“Sorry I know this is a bit weird…”
“It’s alright, no worries, now tell me what’s on your mind.” I say, just staring at one of the birds on his chest and tracing it with my finger.
“Here goes…While I was gone…I’ve realized that….(Y/N) I’m in love with you…”
My expression went completely blank, I almost felt paralyzed, everything in my body went cold and numb…I mean with everything I’ve seen from him I can’t say I didn’t see this comming, I figured it out back at the party, I just never thought in a million years it would actually be true.
“(Y/N)?…Please say something before I have a heart attack…”
Before YOU have a heart attack?!
“I uh…my God Harry that’s mighty big thing you just told me…I mean how did you even come to realize that?…I mean this isn’t the liquor talking right?”
“No of course not, and honestly everything about you made realize that love.” He replied, his huge palm going up and down my back.

I looked up at him and just said one word in question…
“How?”
Harry changed his position so that he looked down upon me more clearly, his head was resting on his palm that was stood up by his elbow, and his other arm was on top of my tummy still keeping physical contact with me.
I just laid on my back and kept my sight on his dialated emerald eyes…
“You’re humble, you have the biggest heart in the world, the most radiant smile that is highly contagious to me, you know damn well you’re beautiful but you don’t have a big head about it like most girls do these days. You make me so happy, but a kind of happy I have never experienced before. And I would always picture myself marrying someone exactly like you ever since I was a younger lad…but why would I need to find someone who’s LIKE you? When I already have the real deal right here in front of me in all her beauty? (Y/N), You are just a beautiful creation from above inside and out overall which I was so lucky enough to have so close to me throughout most of my life.
God you even make me nervous all the bloody time, in fact you’re doing it right now see?”
He asked, taking my hand and placing it on his smooth, inked up skin, his heart really was beating a thousand beats per minute.

I have to admit, I felt happiness hearing these sweet words from those kissable looking lips.
But I don’t know why part of me began to already have some doubts…
“Harry…I’m shocked, no guy has ever made me feel so loved like you’re doing right now…but you can have literally every girl in the entire world-”
“But I only want one and she’s right here….” He slowly whispered, emphasizing every single word as much as possible.
At this point our faces were only inches away from each other…I know that I was still in shock, but I know, I know for a fact that my heart wanted him too…I want to be with him….
I realize that now as well, and now that I truly take my time to think about it, I have had feelings for Harry since the day I’ve met him, it started out as a simple crush, but then they became stronger over the years.
I’ve just always managed to push those feelings behind me and keep them there, even more when he became famous with the boys…
Because I thought that he would never go for just a regular girl like me…but man…I was wrong…I was dead wrong…

“What’s on your mind poppet?…”
“Nothing just…soaking all of this in…”
“I know it’s something major…but I don’t regret telling you…although I might in the morning there’s still a wee bit of alcohol in me but..yea.”
I slightly and quietly laughed, then taking a moment to just stare at his lips, they are really alluring me being so close to my own.
“You alright down there?…”
“I’m fine, just not really having a clue on what to say here..”
“(Y/N) you don’t have to say anything…but I really would love it if you told me that…you love me back…baby please tell me you love me back…” He begged.
“You called me baby again.” I stated with a smile.
“Well you are my baby…you always will be to me…”
Silence fell over us one more time, it became just like how it was in the car, neither of us knew what to say next.
His handsome features said it all as a few minutes went by though, me being quiet was probably making him think that I don’t feel the same way…
He looked down, a lot of hurt and a cracking heart evident in his orbs…
“Um..look It’s more than okay if you don’t feel that way for me sweetheart…just know that I-”
“Harry?…”
“Mm?” He hummed, looked back over to me and I placed my hand on his cheek, stroking it gently…
“Kiss me yea?” I beamed brightly, his eyebrows raising up high to the sky…
“What?…do you really want me to?”

I nodded, my smile getting bigger if possible…
and so was his…
“Wait does that mean you-”
“Yes it does, now shut up and come here poppet.” I say, using his same nickname for me for the first time since we’ve known each other.
He happily hovered completely over me as I placed my hands on his neck and pulled his head down to me.
I don’t know where I grew the balls to do something like this that I only ever just imagined, but I was so happy I did it, because when our lips connected, it was the most out of this world feeling in me, in both of us I’m sure, too amazing for words to describe perfectly to be honest.
I know that any girl who is a huge fan of his would probably kill to be in my position, hell I would too if I weren’t me, his lips honest to God are the most tender and loving pair I have ever placed my own on, he is such an excellent kisser it’s seriously beginning to make me question whether this man is human or not…
He’s an angel, my angel, and I know he’s going to make me the happiest female in the world.
And just like how he pictures being my husband one day, I damn well picture being his wife.

I sure hope he remembers all of this in the morning, or atleast only our very first kiss…

Man, I love him…I really do love him…and if anything I’m the real lucky one here…

My goodness though, our kiss is getting pretty heated now, but don’t you dare think for one second we are gonna go from zero to one hundred just yet, ease back a little cause that special moment is for later.
Although I’m not so sure with the way we are getting sexy at this point, and him being shirtless is not helping, also my hands can’t stop roaming on his muscular torso.
Woah…he was surely right about what he said back at the party…

His butt truly is incredibly firm!

(This took me quite some time to write but I’m so happy I was finally able to finish it! I pray I did a good job! Love you all! 💕)
-YessyLove🌶

anonymous asked:

requests are open...? could I request Jumin's, 707's and Saeran's reactions to MC wearing thigh high socks (lacy or not is up to u ^^)

heya anon!!! thanks for the request :) i love thigh highs and I loved this request! they’d all be so blushy LOL hope you enjoy!


Jumin:
♠ He would come home one day from a long day of work in one of your many cute outfits. You always looked so adorable, but today was different.
♠ Are those …. lacy thigh highs?
♠ AND MY GOD ARE THOSE CAT EARS ON THEM
♠ He’s blushing so hard, he can barely speak. He’s thinking of questionable things but he doesn’t dare say them. Not now at least.
♠ He compliments you really confidently, even thOUGH THE SIGHT OF YOU IN SUCH CUTE ATTIRE IS DESTROYING HIS HEART.
♠ “They’re an interesting piece of clothing, but they’re quite adorable on you. I should buy you more of them.”

Seven:
★ When he sees you walk into his room with thighhighs on with Honey Buddha Chips in your hand, he falls in love all over again.
★ HE IS SO HAPPY AND BLUSHY. He covers his mouth and hides his huge smile.
★ He compliments you about them constantly and urges you to wear them. He thinks you’re so frickin cute when you wear them, he wants to put you on his arm to let everyone know how cute his girlfriend is.
★ he wears your thighhighs one day while cross dressing because he says they look “comfortable and cute”. he doesnt take them off for the rest of the day.
★ “MC, how much cuter can you get?? I would give up all my Honey Buddha Chips to see you in your thighhighs every single day!!!”

Saeran:
♣ He doesn’t quite understand them. What’s the point of socks that go up your entire leg to your thighs?? why don’t u just wear pants and regular socks???
♣ They grow on him though, he thinks theY’RE CUTE.
♣ He never tells you he thinks they’re cute though, what a meanie smh
♣ He smiles really slightly when he sees you wear them, they make you seem so youthful and cute. he starts to love them
♣ “Your socks compliment your outfit nicely, MC. I would even say you look … cute.”

Symbolism

Pairing: Daniel/Florist!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1687

The cafe Y/N worked at was the quaint one. The dark furnishings contrasting the bright string lights hung about from the ceiling and across the brick fireplace that was always crackling during the winter months. Fresh flowers were placed neatly in bunches on tables and shelves. The greenery brought an inviting feeling to the place, the girl always thought. And she was proud her hard work would pay off.

She never worked behind the counter, always in the main space making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. Placing the books back on the shelves after a customer left them on the table, cleaning tables, and her favorite activity, creating the floral displays. Always coming into work with fresh cut flowers from the local florist she would create beautiful creations that always went with the season.

From poppy’s, sweat peas, and tulips in the spring. Hydrangeas, lilacs and foxgloves in the summer. Autumn always brought baby’s breaths, sunflowers, and cosmos. These left cold season with chrysanthemums, lilies, and pansy’s. Though there were several other flowers that she loved, she could would get scolded for bringing too many into the cafe. She never minded the scolding, it meant she could take them to her home and decorate the already forest like living room even more.

She even had set up near the counter where she decorated vases and mugs with the watchful eyes of customers standing in line. Many people would watch her meticulously place stems in vases and be amazing how well everything worked together.

Occasionally she would ask the opinion of any customer who happened to be near by when she couldn’t tell if she liked combinations or not. That’s when she meat Daniel, she stopped him as he walked by, grabbing his wrist and stopping him in place.

“What do you think of this?” She asked as he stood there dumbfounded, she hadn’t even glanced at him, she was too focused on the work in progress. He wasn’t sure what to say and his friends were already waiting at a time watching the scene.

“I like the colors together.” Y/N’s face lit up and she looked up to the man. A smile stretched across her face and Daniel couldn’t deny the girl was cute. The simple compliment seemed to make her sure about the arrangement and she rushed off to place it, shouting a thanks before going off of course. Daniel only laughed at her, not in a mean way, he thought it was endearing.

The two met frequently, Daniel and his friends continued to come to the cafe and each time Y/N was working on a piece she was grab Daniel and pull him away for his group and ask his opinion. The first time it happened he was shocked but didn’t hesitate to follow. Soon he became accustomed to her mannerisms and was never concerned when a strange grip was placed on his arm.

His friends would tease him about it but he only laughed it off and watched the girl snip stems down and maneuver around around wreaths occasionally into crowns for her and the staff to wear.

She made him one once too but was too shy to give it to him so she placed it on a young girls head. Daniel saw it and he swore his heart jumped at the sight of Y/N crouched down and placing a crown of, what he soon learned was made of, agrimony. The bright yellow contrasting the girls dark hair but matching the light that shined from both girls faces.

He eventually started researching on his own, trying to become better help than just saying that he liked how the little white flowers went well with the roses. She never chastised him for anything he said, she assumed he didn’t know as much as her in the topic, but she liked that he tried his best and always let her drag him over. But as he started giving more in depth critiques she began to grow deeper feelings for the man. She tried to be sneaky about acting on them, though.

One of the days she made flower crowns for the workers she had made one extra, promising herself that she would actually give it to the man. But she went back and forth when he actually walked in, laughing at something someone said but looking over to the stand covered in petals and stems.

What if it’s too girly?’ She thought to herself, running soft fingers over the sweet pea petals. She picked it out specially for the man but now found herself having second thoughts about the whole process.

“That’s really pretty.” Daniel complimented the work in the girls hands. Even though she knew he entered she was still caught off guard, jumping at his voice and laughing awkwardly.

“Ah, thanks. It was for one of the baristas but she called in sick.” She lied. She couldn’t bring herself to actually give it to him, so maybe… “But since theres an extra one, would you want it?” She glanced over to him, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and nodded.

“I’d love to have something you made.” Both stood there blushing, both also trying to hide it behind awkward, perfectly time coughing. Daniels friends sat in the corner booth watching as the flower girl placed the crown on their friends head, laughing at the bumbling mess the two were.

After the crowning they stood there and actually talked about things other than flowers. Y/N learned that Daniel loved cats like she loved flowers. He also liked dancing and that’s where he met his friends. As he spoke, she would admire the way he looked at his hands a lot, or the sparkle in his eyes when he really got into something. They eventually swapped numbers, a big milestone in their relationship really.
“Okay flower boy, tell your girlfriend we need to go.” One of Daniel’s friend’s nudged him and nodded back to the door. Daniel and Y/N didn’t look each other in the eye as they said their goodbyes. Both equally too shy to make eye contact, the mans face the same color of the pink flowers still placed on his head.  

Months would pass and their meetings become more frequent. Daniel would eventually start going to the cafe by himself and they would leave together when the girl was done making sure everything was perfect. They never had a set place to go or time to return, they just walked until something seemed interesting or ran out of things to talk about. It was usually the latter.

Y/N was ecstatic when the florist said she had just gotten a small shipment of clovenfield toadflax in and wasted not time buying several bunches of them. Daniel told her days prior that he and his friends were entering a dance competition in another city and wouldn’t be around for a few days. She understood and was excited when he sent her a photo of him and his friends holding a trophy up. Showing that they made it further into the competition but making the rank that they had.

“See you tomorrow!” The message read and she couldn’t deny the feelings she had when she learned she’d be in his company once more the following day. It was perfect time to surprise him with gardenias. He would leave the cafe with a simple vase of flowers when Y/N’s boss said they didn’t need more. Daniel would tell her he would take them, happy that she was happy that she knew they were going to be used instead of thrown out.

The difference this time, however, was that she was finally going to give him something. It wouldn’t the whole, “I maDE AN EXTRA!” or “Would you want it or something?”. It was going to be a…

“Congrats on your win!” She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the males neck as he embraced her. This was the most contact they’ve had and it took them both back, but neither minded at this point, but they did feel slightly cold when they pulled away. Y/N scrambled to pick up the small bouquet of the small white flowers. This was her way of confessing without him actually knowing she was confessing. She hadn’t heard of the species up until a few months ago so assumed that he wouldn’t know what they were either.

“I didn’t know if guys get flowers for these things, but I figured I might as well try.” He took the flowers from her and smiled down at them, and then at her. It was a nice surprise for him, he appreciated that she took the time to make a special arrangement for him. No matter how simple.

“What do these mean?” The question took Y/N aback.

“What?” She asked, already trying to buy time to come up with something.

“Don’t flowers have certain meanings? Like roses can mean love. Depending on the color, that is.” He replied, showing that he’s actually looked into the things that brought the two together.

“Oh! That,” She was glad that’s what mean, though if she thought about it, what else could that have meant? “They mean good luck, you know, for the next quarter of the competition! I was going to choose lilies but I remembered you have cats. That would be bad if they decided to eat it.”

That night Daniel sat at his computer, trying to find this specific flower, eventually stumbling onto an article that had the exact same looking flowers. He continued to read down the paragraphs of where they originated, how to grow them, how to care for them, and eventually landed on the triva portion.

Linaria bipartita, or more commonly know as Clovenfield toadflax, typically symbolizes someone wanting their feelings to be notice by another.

Daniel was quick to reach for his phone and going to his and Y/N’s messages, but stopped as soon as his keyboard opened. But he decided to go for it, to be bold and instead called. His heart raced as she picked up, he didn’t give her time to speak, knowing he could change his mind quickly.

“I’ve noticed your feelings, and I hope you’ll accept mine.”

unashamed-shipper  asked:

"Wait... you're in love with me?" for Gajevy. Glad to have you back! ❤️

Took a couple extra days because of allergies, but here ya go! Thanks Audrey! So ready to get back into this fandom. Although, the break was nice as I got to explore a different area of writing. Taking place during their time at the council.

Levy sat at Gajeel’s bedside watching the heart monitor beep. She was scared. Actually, she was more than scared. She was terrified. Terrified that she’d never get to hear is goofy, quirky laughter. Terrified she’d never see that smirk of his plastered across his face ever again. Terrified that he’d never make jabs at her height again. Most of all, she was terrified that she’d never get to tell him that she loved him.

Levy had been at his side every day since the accident. She felt responsible. She set the plan up and he followed it up until Levy got in the way. She had gotten herself stuck between a rock and a hard place and he took the brunt of a blast that was meant for her. It was her fault that he’d been asleep for three days and she wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to speak to her again.

“Why did you have to be such an idiot? That blast was meant for me you idiot. Stupid Gajeel.” She cried out for what must have been the thousandth time, tears falling to Gajeel’s bed

“Because I wanted to.” A rough, hoarse voice choked out

Levy peered up from her position and Gajeel’s ruby eyes gaze up at her. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly. He hissed due to the extent of his injuries and Levy looked back to him with apologetic eyes before handing him a glass of water.

“I’m sorry, but you’re still an idiot.” She sniffled as she used her Council jacket as a tissue

“It’s ok Levy. If getting squeezed to death by someone like you is how I go, then I’d die a happy man. Where’s Lily?” Gajeel sighed as he tried to sit up

“He had to take over your training classes, but he will be back later.” She muttered as her cheeks flashed a bright shade of red

Gajeel smirked at the sight of the tiny woman taking in his compliment. He really meant it though. He’d do anything and everything for Levy. Including die for her. He loved that smart, sassy and beautiful woman with all his heart. That’s why he took that blast. Levy surely would have died from such an explosion. There’s just no way she felt the same way after what he’d done all those years ago.

“Thank you though. I’d probably be dead if it weren’t you,” She sweetly smiled “Can I tell you something? It’s been on my mind for a while. Even before the guild disbanded. Maybe even since Tenrou.” A blush brightly forming on her cheeks once again

She was sweating, her hands were clammy and she could’ve sworn that she forgot to turn the stove off before coming over here this morning. In other words, she was a nervous wreck. She had to do this now or never.

“And what that be?” Gajeel chuckled, a glint mischief in his ruby eyes

Levy took a deep breath before she bared her feelings to the man before her.

“I love you Gajeel.” She whispered before pressing a feather light kiss to his lips

Levy backed away to watch Gajeel’s reaction to her declaration of love and kiss. She’d grown bolder these last few months and with what had happened lately she felt like she had to do this today.  His eyes grew wide and expressive. What was he thinking right now? He just looked stunned and mystified almost as if she did something wrong. Oh well, she took a chance and even though it didn’t work out she would try to keep some sense of normality between her and Gajeel.

Levy tried to walk away so he wouldn’t see her tears, but a tug on her Council jacket made her stop.

“Wait, you’re in love with me? You chose me out of all the people that live on Earthland to love. I hurt you Levy. Why would you want to love someone that hurt you?” He asked with a solemn expression on his face

“That was a long time ago Gajeel and besides you’ve saved my life so many times since then.” She replied with tears beginning to trail down her face once again

Gajeel pulled her down to the bed and firmly planted a kiss to her lips. At first Levy was shocked that Gajeel was actually kissing her before her lips began to gently massage his back. Never had either of them felt so much love in a kiss. Not that either of them had much experience in that department anyways.

“Wow.” Was all that Levy could say as their lips drifted apart, cheeks glowing a light shade of red

“I love you too Lev. Now get in this here bed and cuddle with me. Looks like you haven’t slept in days.” Gajeel smirked

“Yeah, maybe four or five hours in the three days you’ve been passed out.” She yawned

Levy stood back up and shed her jacket onto the chair she had previously been sitting in and kicked off her boots. Gajeel lifted the blanket to allow Levy under them before pulling her close to his warm body. Levy looked up to him through half lidded eyes and without a care in the world. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before slowly covering them back up. He was still injured after all.

“G’night Levy. I love you.” He whispered into her hair

“Night Gajeel.” She murmured before drifting off to sleep

How had Gajeel found such a kind, loving and forgiving woman like Levy? He honestly didn’t care as long as she was safe and in his arms, nothing else in this world mattered. He too soon fell into a gentle sleep with his arms around the woman he loved.

An hour later Lily came back from Gajeel’s training class and grinned at the sight before him. He knew Gajeel had finally told Levy his true feelings. He took a quick picture as leverage and proof that the big buffoon actually had a heart. He removed Levy’s jacket from the chair and placed it on the little table beside the bed. Lily took a book from his bag and silently read as he waited for the couple to wake once again. Oh, was he going to tease Gajeel about this.

Husband! Doyoung

Request: hello :) could you do a husband!doyoung? love your writings♡

  • i swear we need more doyoung scenarios up here on tumblr
  • i probably read like every single one already wow i love him so much
  • so im here writing this up!!
  • i hope this isnt too bad though, i feel like my husband au’s are pretty similar to the boyfriend series
  • but let’s start

  • so this bunny’s been hinting you a lot lately for the past few months that he’s preparing something

  • and he makes it so obvious, you suspect everything he does is going to be the proposal
  • “babe how would you like me to propose to you”
  • “what do you think of getting a bigger apartment?”
  • “hmm would you prefer an old school typical ‘propose in a restaurant’ or something unusual?”
  • and everytime you answer with a “it’s up to you babe”
  • he gives you that one stare and acts like he’s pissed
  • because he really doesnt know what to do
  • but a few minutes later he’s cuddling up with you again so
  • so thanks to taeyong’s and johnny’s advice™
  • he finally thought of a cute and unique way to ask you
  • like always he’s packing lunch for you, waking up early in the morning to make you your favourite sandwiches
  • which you’re super thankful for
  • and before you leave for work,
  • he gives you a hug and pecks your forehead
  • “have a fun day at work baby”
  • and you give him a weird stare because he nevers say that to you, as compared to his usual “dont miss me too much at work” & “you could’ve stayed home with me today but you chose work i love you”
  • but he gives you the sweetest and cutest gummg smile and your heart flutters!!!! so you just give him a peck on the cheek
  • later at lunch when you open your lunch box to eat,
  • you were in shock because the foods were all cut up in the alphabets/letters ‘marry me?“
  • and you saw a small slip of paper beside the lunchbox
  • so you took it up to read
  • “no i’m not kidding babe, i’m serious, will you marry me?”
  • so being super happy and shocked at the same time you start calling him
  • “babe it’s lunch now and i just saw it. what- im super-”
  • “i know, turn around”
  • and when you do he’s over there with his arms wide open with flowers in his hand
  • so you run to him and say yes!!
  • he has the biggest smile again and all your colleagues are aw-ing & ooh-ing because you both are the sweetest
  • okay so him as a husband
  • sometimes he’d be the sweetest and most romantic person
  • but other times he’s just nagging & complaining 24/7
  • and because of that taeyong became your rant buddy because he can relate to you the most
  • which made doyoung even more pissed off because it’s taeyong
  • “you should’ve married him if you love talking to him that much”
  • “aw babe you’re jealous”
  • “no”
  • “but you’re so cute when you’re jealous though”
  • “dont make this move on me, it wont work-”
  • “i love you more than anyone else!!!”
  • and he becomes a blushing mess and trying to not giggle but fails
  • so he opens his arms wide for you to hug
  • but when he’s sweet you cant help but melt
  • because he doesnt hesitate to help you with anything
  • in fact he does most of the housework but doesnt complain
  • and loves buying you gifts and surprising you
  • he bought you a life-sized bunny plush toy because he felt that he was always busy with schedules and wasnt able to spend time with you
  • but when he finally has the time though, the both of you would spend the whole day just lying in the bed,
  • arms & legs tangled with one another
  • talking and catching up with everything
  • and he always updates you on the other members because like doyoung you love the others a lot and take care of them like kids
  • “mark wrote another song today and it was wonderful”
  • “aw as expected, it’s mark! is it going to be on the next album?”
  • “i hope so! the lyrics were really good though”
  • “time to compliment him when i see him the next time”
  • so whenever you go over to their dorms, you try to compliment the members because they’ve working hard
  • which is why they all love you and always teases doyoung about it
  • “yuta!! i heard you did great for the previous practice, good job hehe”
  • “aw thanks Y/N! how’d you know though? did doyoung tell you?”
  • “yeah! he said that even when he was watching you, he was staring in awe”
  • “DOYOUNG AH i didn’t know you love me that much”
  • “what did you tell him babe”
  • “i see you love talking about us to your wife and they’re all good things, unlike you in front of us!!”
  • “please yuta hyung don’t do this”
  • “be nicer to us more often like the words you say to her, i’d appreciate that”
  • “er no thanks”
  • but you all laugh about it in the end because it’s only a joke
  • okay but arguements and conflicts occur from time to time
  • mainly because the both of you disagree with something
  • and it gets really serious it turns into a big problem
  • one time you two didnt talk for two days straight
  • but after taeyong talked to him and some self reflections, he came up to you apologised
  • which made you cry because you felt bad for not understanding him
  • which also made him tear up because to him nothing hurts more than seeing you cry
  • but everything was settled and you were both happy again after cuddling for the whole night
  • loads of skinship
  • always has his hands on you somehow
  • and gives you kisses at the most random places
  • especially your neck
  • which always sends chills down your back
  • but he loves it
  • at the end of the day he’s thankful for you and your whole existence
  • without you he wouldn’t be able to be where he is right now
  • so he shows his gratitude to you by showering you with affection and love
  • and you’re glad you chose the right one
  • sweetest couple ever!!!
My Place? - A Jack Maynard Imagine (Buttercream Squad Fan Fiction)

You thought it was a normal night, just hanging out with the guys, having some beers, maybe a little wine, but it wasn’t. It all started out normally, but then you spilled more than your drink to one of the guys about your secret crush.
“Shh! Just forget I told you anything Oli, don’t tell anyone!” You insisted as soon as you accidentally gushed your feelings for Jack Maynard to him. You were both standing in his kitchen opening a couple of beers while the other guys were in the lounge, laughing and chatting loudly.
“So, what are you gonna do? You’ve got to tell him!” Oli replied in a loud whisper.
“No, are you crazy? It would put our friendship at risk, plus I doubt he likes me like that…” You trailed off, feeling insecure about how Jack might react. “Anyway, c'mon we should go back through before they start thinking that WE are up to something!” You said with a giggle. You led the way back through to the lounge and sat down next to Joe.
“Ey up love, you and Oli were gone a while…” Joe hinted, you knew he’d be the first to notice. You were good friends with both Joe and Oli and Joe had always thought something would happen between you and his dark haired friend.
“And? You jealous?” You teased, knowing he would go on the defensive. He took a swig from his beer and shook his head with a hearty laugh.
“Just couldn’t help but notice!” He said with a smirk, “so are we hitting some clubs tonight then guys?” He asked the group.
“I’m down!” Josh called out.
“Same, wouldn’t mind looking for some nice girl to take home, if you know what I mean!” Mikey said with a wink. The rest of the group agreed and Conor called a cab.
“Okay but if we’re going out I gotta go get changed into something nice!” You shouted over the loud music.
“Why? You look nice in what you’ve got on already.” A soft voice whispered from beside you, it was Jack. Goosebumps stood up on the back of your neck and you felt warmth spread through you. You smiled at him but then snapped back into reality.
“Ooh you trying to pull tonight Y/N?” Mikey asked in a teasing voice. You stood up and took a sip of your beer.
“Maybe I am!” You said with a giggle and stuck your tongue out at him before looking around at all the guys to see their reactions. Everyone laughed. You excused yourself and came back 5 minutes later wearing a short black dress that showed off your curves, high heels, and a cropped leather jacket. As you walked back into the lounge some of the guys turned to see you and their jaws dropped.
“Wow Y/N, look at you!” Oli said, trying to act casual.
“Oh my god you ARE trying to pull tonight!” Mikey yelled in surprise.
“Trying? She WILL pull looking like that!” Conor exclaimed, standing up and looking you up and down as though checking you out.
“Like what you see do you?” You said flirtatiously to Conor, before noticing Jack’s eyes slowly wandering over your body, from your feet, to your thighs to your chest and finally your face. He stopped and smiled.
“Nice.” He said non-chalantly, before turning away and drinking the remainder of his beer. A heat grew inside you making you yearn for more from the cool, collected Jack. “Cab’s here!” Conor shouted, he flicked the switch on his music and him and the rest of the guys got up and pulled their jackets on. You all bundled into the cab practically sitting on top of one another, in fact you actually were sitting half on Oli’s lap and half on Conor’s. “Hmm I’m kinda liking this!” Conor teased from under you, he wriggled his hips as though he was humping you and you laughed along with the rest of the guys, except Jack, who instead shot his brother a look of disapproval from opposite you both. You smiled at him, showing that you could take the joke and he smiled back at you. God his smile was perfect you thought to yourself. You pulled up in front of a club and all spilled out of the taxi, Conor paid the driver and gave you his hand to help you out the car.
“Thanks, you’re really on top form tonight huh?” You said flirtatiously. Jack watched you both from the door of the club as he flashed his ID to the bouncer. You all followed him inside and ordered drinks from the bar. “Honestly though Y/N, you look really good in that dress” Conor complimented you, standing very close to you at the bar within earshot of his younger brother.
“Jeez Con, if you like her that much just kiss her already!” Jack grunted in an annoyed tone as he took his drink from the bar and turned away. Conor turned around to face his brother.
“What’s going on with you man? You seem to have a problem with me and Y/N even though we’re just harmlessly flirting” he questioned Jack.
“Yeah? Well maybe I don’t want you to flirt with her!” He said loudly, loud enough for you to hear over the clubs obnoxious dance music. You took a sip of your drink and listened again to their conversation.
“Why? Do you - do you LIKE her?” Conor asked in a shout back to Jack. You peeked over your shoulder and saw Jack place his hand on Conor’s shoulder and pull him further away from the bar, and you. You couldn’t hear them anymore, but if you turned to chat to Josh you could spy on the brothers from the corner of your eye.
“Nice shirt by the way” you said to Josh, eyes flickering over to Conor and Jack who were still speaking in hushed voices.
“Thanks Y/N, wonder what they’re fighting about this time” he replied, taking a drink and nodding towards the Maynard brothers you were both watching.
“Hm? How do you know they’re fighting?” You asked sheepishly, looking back at Josh.
“I lived with them - I know when they’re fighting.” He explained, still watching the brothers. Just then Joe and Caspar walked by them towards you and Josh.
“You heard them bloody rowing?” Joe enquired pointing back at them with his thumb.
“It’s about you y'know Y/N” Caspar chipped in. You looked surprised, not understanding why they would be fighting about you.
“Really? Why? What about me?” You asked in a soft voice. The 4 of you watched them a little longer and they eventually noticed and stopped in their tracks. “What’s going on guys? Why are you fighting?” You asked them, walking over and placing a hand on an arm of each boy. They both looked at you with the same expression on their faces, one you didn’t entirely register. You looked from Jack, to Conor, to Jack again. “Please? Just tell me?” You didn’t direct this question at either of them in particular but it was Conor who answered it.
“Jack’s annoyed because I was flirting with you…” Conor said as he turned towards you. “I told him it was nothing, harmless fun” he announced confidently. Jack stared at his brother in outrage at what he was saying.
“HEY! Conor stop, I need to talk to Y/N” he said before turning to you and taking your hands. “Can we go outside Y/N?” You nodded and before you could say anything else he started leading you towards the door. You felt the chill of the cold air hit your bare legs as you left the building and the boozy smell of the club and sweaty people was now replaced with cigarette smoke and cold air. Jack still had your hand in his and continued leading you down the road, away from the noisy chatter of social smokers and bouncers telling people they’d had too much to drink. You stopped and stood in front of Jack, making him pay attention to you fully.
“Jack where are we going? If you need to tell me something then tell me here, or at least some place warm” you spoke reasonably.
“Okay, I-I… Not here. Come on we can go to that chip shop and have a coffee” he took the lead again, this time hot-footing it towards the chip shop with you following swiftly behind. He ordered a coffee for you both and paid while you found a table in the corner. “Here” he handed you the hot cup and sat down opposite you, twirling his thumbs around each other. It occurred to you that you had never seen Jack like this, he looked thoughtful, no - worried. You blew steam away from the cup and took a long sip of coffee while looking at him in this unusual state.
“Damn that’s good” you whispered breathily trying to amuse Jack who knew you were a coffee fiend. “So… What’s up? You got pissed at Conor for flirting with me? Doesn’t sound like you - usually you’d just flirt along with the rest!” You said in bewilderment.
“Okay, Y/N I got mad at Conor for flirting with you because… Well, I didn’t realise how I felt about you until the rest of the guys started noticing how beautiful you are!” His words came as a shock to even himself. He stared down into his coffee until you spoke again.
“Jack, you - you think I’m beautiful?” You said in a soft stutter, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening. You’d been having feelings for Jack for about a month and a half now and he was telling you that he felt the same.
“Of course Y/N, you ARE beautiful. When the rest of them were complimenting you earlier tonight it made me realise I had to up my game if I wanted you to notice me above them. I must have been blind not to see it sooner. I got jealous when they started flirting with you - when Conor was flirting with you I guess I just got a bit… Territorial. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have fought with him about it but I thought he might have a better chance with you than I did, and that hurt because I really like you.” His confession made you smile and you placed a hand on his.
“Oh Jack, you are so adorable, you know that? If only you knew… If you knew I’ve had a crush on you for the past 6 weeks!” You felt so relieved to finally say it, but you were still nervous about the reaction you might get.
“What? You - 6 weeks? 6 WEEKS?! Holy shit Y/N, oh my god!” Jack stood up fast at this revelation and his hands flew to his head. “I can’t believe all this time we could have been dating!” He added. You blushed through a smile and looked up at him with glittering eyes. He looked so hot tonight. You just wanted to kiss him. Jack took your hand and pulled you to your feet, he then moved in close to your body and you could feel his heart beating like a drum. His hands found your waist and yours climbed their way to his shoulders before your arms slid around his neck. Before anything else was said his lips collided with yours, they battled in a frenzy of heat and passion and you felt like you were the only ones in the room. You weren’t. By now all the other lads had stumbled out of the club to come and find a late night snack. They were all falling over each other to get into the chip shop and had inadvertently found you and Jack not-so-secretly kissing.
“About time you guys hooked up!” Josh cheered, you broke away from the kiss now realising you had been confronted by the group of guys who were ogling you and Jack.
“Yeah, Y/N just told me a couple of hours ago how much she fancied you!” Oli chimed in directing this at Jack.
“Wait, you knew about this?!” Conor shouted at Oli, “and you didn’t think to tell me?” He laughed showing he wasn’t actually angry and they both laughed. The guys all ordered their chip suppers and headed out onto the street, followed by you and Jack with an arm around each other’s waists.
“So…” Joe spoke up while munching on a chip “what do we call you now? Needs a ship name!” He laughed and the rest of the boys started shouting out various combinations of you and Jack’s names while walking towards a taxi rank. Jack on the other hand was too preoccupied with keeping you close to him. His warm arms draped around you like a blanket as you walked along behind the rest of the guys. He kissed your cheek and whispered something in your ear. Something none of the others could hear, but nor would they want to.
“My place?” He breathed. You smiled, nodded and gave him another long happy kiss.

anonymous asked:

Whatever became of Senator Skywalker and Obi-Wan? They had plans in the Senate but did their ?bills?(I don't know really what word to use) on slavery go through? Or did more bad happen?

Cinching the bronze belt for Obi-Wan, Anakin smiled warmly at the redhead before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the others forehead. “Don’t you just look lovely.” He murmured, running his hands appreciatively over the others sides before pulling the former slave to him, nuzzling lightly at the feathery soft copper hair.

“Coming from a Senator, that is indeed high praise.” Obi-Wan teased lightly, comfortable in the circle of Anakin’s arms as they waited for Talla, Anakin’s assistant, to tell them it was time to leave. Sometimes he still woke in disbelief in the soft bed he now shared with Anakin, confused to where he was before he remembered he was free, free and on Coruscant in the arms of someone who utterly loved him for more then his body.

“I do have to thank you though, this tunic is really comfortable.” Obi-Wan hummed.

“And it compliments your eyes.” Anakin chuckled as Obi-Wan adjusted the high collar of it, giving the other a little squeeze. “I mostly picked it because it was soft and green.”

“I think its a forest green?”

“I have no idea, you’d have to ask Padme about that, she’s better about colors then I am.” Anakin shrugged a bit. “I honestly let her take over my wardrobe a few times so I know I’m wearing what’s ‘in’ fashion at the time.”

That got him a highly amused look from Obi-Wan. “Really now?”

Shrugging, Anakin let out a breath, blowing his curls out of his eyes. “What can I say, I’m not exactly interested in fashion but I have to present a kind of image since I’m a Senator. Its easier to ask a friend for help.”

“Asking for help is no shame.” Obi-Wan hummed, resting his head on the others shoulder and sighing contently. “You smell good…” He murmured as Anakin teased his lower spine gently with his fingertips. “Is that the soap I got you?”

“Mhmm. Its a good soap, I like it.” Anakin hummed, still running his fingertips over the others spine carefully, adoring how Obi-Wan melted into him.

Of course, all good things have to end eventually and his comm beeped with Talla’s confirmation that the Jedi guard was in place and the speeder ready to bring them to the Dome.

“We can continue this later, perhaps dinner at Yunda and some dancing? A trip to a botanical garden?” Anakin murmured as they pulled apart and headed for the doors.

Obi-Wan hummed before nodding, smiling softly at younger man. “That sounds lovely Senator Skywalker.”

“Cheeky.” Anakin grinned and offered his arm to the other as Knight Eerin joined them at the door as their escort.

His only response was a wink.

()()()

“And with overwhelming support, the progressive bill of Senator Skywalker passes into the Senate’s laws. With this bill, Slavery will actively be sought and punished inside Republic borders and anyone discovered with slaves or allowing such a thing in their borders will face hefty fines and embargoes as planetary systems with private persons facing jail or fines.”

Anakin allowed himself to close his eyes, in silent victory as there were roars all over the Senate.

Both those who opposed and those who supported.

But that didn’t matter.

What mattered was that his bill had gone through.

He opened his eyes and meet Obi-Wan’s eyes behind him, something warm and glowing spreading inside his chest as he watched the others proud eyes.

‘We are the change we wish to see.’

He turned and moved to Obi-Wan, feeling the eyes of the Senate on him but he was used to being watched, he was used to being in the eyes of the media and the Senate.

So he grasped Obi-Wan’s hands and raised them to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of them before smiling warmly to the other man who blinked curiously at him, his head tilted with his copper hair tied into a little bun in the back of his neck. “Anakin?” He whispered, eyes going wide when the other slid down on his knees in front of him, the senatorial robe pooling on the floor on the pod.

“Obi-Wan marry me?” Anakin asked, holding onto those pale graceful hands, the roar of the senate a faint thing in the back of his mind.

The only voice he cared to hear that moment was Obi-Wan’s.

“…Yes!” Obi-Wan jerked Anakin back on his feet and into a desperate kiss, the others hands cupping the tanned cheeks of Anakin in a deep and needy grasp as lights flashed like blinking star lights.

“Well, its a memorable Senate hearing at least.” Padme mused in amusement, arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t think anyone’s ever passed a bill AND proposed to someone in the Senate before.”

Stranded

Request:  Can you write a smut fanfiction for Chanyeol on a deserted island after a plane-crush, kind of like his new drama missing9? 

I haven’t seen his new drama, but I hope this is good! 


Pairing: Park Chanyeol X Reader

Genre: Smut 

Word Count:  2,715

It was your first time riding on an airplane and you were doing it alone. You were extremely nervous and terrified of flying. As the lady took your ticket, scanned it, and gave it back to you with a smile, your stomach did a backflip. This was it. You were boarding the plane and everything inside you was screaming at you to turn around and run away screaming.

You ignored your instincts and took your seat next to an older woman. She greeted you with a polite nod and smile as you tried to get comfortable in your seat. “Is this your first time flying?” She asked. You took in a deep breath before nodding at her with a nervous smile. “I can tell. You look very nervous.”

“I am. Do you fly often? You asked, trying to take your mind off the fact that you were about to be thousands of feet in the air in a metal room that weighed somewhere between 735,000 pounds and 970,000 pounds. It disobeyed the laws of gravity and that freaked you out. The woman nodded.

"Yes, my son lives in South Korea and we try to visit each other often.” She explained, smiling all the while.

“That’s very sweet.” You smiled, forgetting about your whereabouts for the time being.

“Why are you going to South Korea, if you don’t mind me asking?” She asked, adjusting her travel pillow behind her head.

“I want to see the world,” you explained, “Korea is the first stop because… well because I got interested in the culture and everything when I discovered the boy bands” You said, embarrassed by how much information you just shared. She laughed softly at your confession.

As you spoke with the woman, you got more comfortable with being on the plane. That is, until the flight attendants started walking up and down the aisles, telling people to turn their phones off and buckle up. You started to panic, thinking it was impossible to get this big hunk of metal into the sky. Soon, you felt the plane start to take off and that’s when the lady next to you took your hand in hers. You looked over at her soft, warm expression and started to calm down. If she did this so often and she was so calm, why should you worry? You thought logically, steering your thoughts from the what ifs.

Eventually you were calm again and deep in conversation with the lady who’s name you found out was Irene. She was a lovely woman and you truly enjoyed talking with her. She was more understanding and listened better than any other person you had ever met in your entire life. She eased your thoughts and made you forget completely about all the dangers of flying.

Irene was telling you a story about a winter she spent with her son in Seoul when you felt the plane shake. Your hands immediately shot to the arm rests at your side, gripping them tightly. Knuckles turning white and eyes squeezed shut, your whole body tensed up. The pilot came over the intercom saying that you were flying straight into an unforeseen storm. You felt tears building behind your eyes.

I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.

You chanted in your head, panicking. Irene gently set her hand on top of yours to calm you down. “Shh, don’t panic, Y/n. Everything will be okay.” She said in soft voice. You took in a deep breath, trying to calm down, when the plane shook again. You immediately tightened your seat belt and held onto the armrests for dear life. The seat belt light dinged on and the air masks fell from the ceiling.

This is it.

Tears began to flow from your eyes as the plane shook some more and you felt your whole body jerk toward the ceiling. You were terrified and regretted your decision to be brave. As the plane plummeted to the earth, your life flashed before your eyes. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

The sound of metal tearing and people screaming was loud enough to drown out your own thoughts. You felt branches of trees making contact with your face and arms as the plane’s body tore through the treetops on it’s way down. Suddenly, it all came to a screeching halt and you slowly opened your eyes, shocked you survived. The roof of the plane was gone, torn clean off, and tree branches took over the open space.

“Is everyone okay?” Someone asked.

How naive, you thought, what a stupid question

The doctor on board instructed everyone to remain in their seats until they were helped out of them. You looked over at Irene, seeing her eyes closed and a large cut on her cheek that was bleeding. “Irene!” You shouted, touching her hand to try to wake her up. “Irene, please.” You sobbed. “Someone help!”

Someone immediately made their way to Irene, helping her out of her seat and taking her outside, where the doctor was helping people. Then they helped you out and you immediately found the doctor with Irene. “Please tell me she’s okay.” You begged, twisting your hands together as you stared at her lying on the ground. The doctor looked up at you with a small smile.

“She should be fine. She passed out due to lack of oxygen and this cut looked far worse than it is.” He explained. You let out a sigh of relief, thanking him before sitting next to her in the sand. He left you alone with Irene to go check on other passengers with injuries when a tall man in a hat and black face mask covering his mouth and nose approached you.

“Is she your grandma?” He asked, looking at Irene sadly.

“No, I met her on the plane. She’s a lovely woman.” You spoke, smiling at the old woman. He crouched down next to you, gently running his fingers over a bandage on her hand.

“Is she okay?” He asked, staring at the bandages on her face and arms.

“Yes, the doctor says she’ll be fine.” You said, looking up at him. His eyes were covered by his dark bangs, making it impossible to really see any of his face. But he still looked familiar to you. You shook it off as he sat on the ground next to her legs, draping his arms across his bent knees.

“Want company until she wakes up?” He asked, playing with the sand. You smiled at his childish behavior.

“Sure. Did you get hurt at all?” You asked, hesitantly. He looked up at you shaking his head.

“I got a few scratches on my face, but it’s nothing.” He said, shrugging it off. “How about you? Your arms look pretty tore up.” He said, taking your wrist in his hand to get a better look at the damage.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You said casually. He let go of your wrist and tilted his head at you.

“Did the doctor look at you?” He asked.

“No, I told him others had bigger injuries he should be worrying about.” You laughed, brushing hair out of Irene’s face. You heard him laugh at your response.

“Funny, I said the same thing.” He replied, going back to playing in the sand. You smiled, admiring the way he was so relaxed and calm. Especially under the circumstances.

Later in the night, there was a bonfire and it was announced that there were no casualties. The pilot said the radio had been broken in the crash and fixing it was not possible. You would have to wait for a boat to go by or another plane.

You had spent all day talking to the mysterious guy, even when Irene woke up. You still didn’t know his name, but you felt like you knew him. You sat next to him as everyone surrounded the fire. It didn’t feel like you were stranded, it felt like a big gathering. Everyone was shockingly calm and not worried about help arriving.

Before you knew it, the guy you’d been spending so much time with all day, asked you if you would go for a walk with him. Of course you agreed, you had a small crush on him by now. The way he talked and moved drew you to him. You wanted to know what was under that mask, but you respected his privacy.

The two of you began your walk into the dark, away from all of the people. “You’re not gonna kill me, are you?” You joked, walking beside him. He laughed, shaking his head.

“Why would I kill a pretty girl like you? Everyone would notice you’re gone.” He explained, bumping his shoulder into yours. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“D- did you just call me pretty?” You stuttered, shocked by his words.

“Mm yeah. Is that okay?” He asked, turning toward you. You smiled, shoving your hands into your pockets.

“Of course. I can’t really return the compliment though. I mean, I haven’t seen your face.” You pointed out, looking at the ground.

“I didn’t say it to get a compliment in return, but if you want to see my face…” He trailed off. You snapped your head up in excitement, making him laugh. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“Sorry, I’m just curios.” You admitted, looking away. You could still see the fire off in the distance and hear people laughing. You felt him take your hands and place them on either side of his head.

“You can take it off it you want to.” He said, giving you permission. Your heart raced as you slowly pulled the fabric straps from behind his ears. When the mask fell, your breath was taken away. You realized why he looked so familiar earlier and your jaw dropped.

“Y- you’re…. Chanyeol…” He giggled at your reaction, making your heart jump to your throat. He nodded, taking his hat off. “Park Chanyeol…. Park Chanyeol called me…. pretty…” You said, putting everything together. He laughed, putting his hands on your shoulders and bending down a little to look in your eyes.

“Yes, because you are. Please don’t let this change anything.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just… I’m so shocked. I love EXO. You guys are part of the reason I was going to Seoul. Because you got me interested in the Korean language and culture and food and music and oh my goodness Park Chanyeol is standing in front me and -” You were cut off by Chanyeol’s lips on yours. His hands cradled your face as his lips pressed against yours perfectly. When he pulled away, you were dazed and utterly satisfied at the turn of events the night had taken.

“Was that okay?” He asked, still holding your face. You smiled, giggling at how cute he was.

“No,” you started, making him frown and his hands went slack against your cheeks, about to fall back to his sides. Quickly, you grabbed his hands to keep them there. “It was perfect.” You finished, watching his face light up. He leaned in, kissing you again, but this time he moved his lips against yours until it turned into a heated make out session.

By the time you pulled away, you were both trying to catch your breath and you were craving more from him. Apparently the kiss had the same effect on Chanyeol because in no time, he had you pressed against a tree as he kissed and bit at your neck. You moaned softly, feeling his member against your thigh, as the boy attacked your neck.

His hands reached behind your thighs, picking you up as you wrapped your legs around him. You ran your fingers through his soft hair, now feeling his arousal between your legs through your jean shorts. “Chanyeol,” you breathed in his ear. He hummed in response before pulling away to look at your face. You bit your lip, thinking of all the ways he could take you right there in the woods. “I need you.” You whispered, causing him to smirk.

“You got it, baby.” He said, putting you down and undoing his pants. You couldn’t believe what was happening as Chanyeol bit his lip, looking at you. He kissed you, pulling you against him by your waist. Pulling back from the kiss, he looked down between the two of you as his hands unbuttoned your shorts. He looked back up at you for confirmation, to which you nodded, before he looked back down and slowly pulled your shorts down until they dropped to your ankles. You quickly stepped out of them, eyes glued to him as he smiled down at you. One hand cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss, as the other trailed down to your white lace panties. His fingers teased you, gliding over the lace before he pushed it aside and pressed a finger into you.

A breathy moan fell from your lips and into Chanyeol’s mouth as he pumped his finger in you. Soon, he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled away from the kiss and ripped your panties down your legs before picking you up again, pushing you against the tree. You gasped as he held you there with one arm while his other hand revealed his hard on. Licking your lips, you anticipated how amazing he was going to feel. He looked you in the eyes before placing a sweet kiss to your lips and slowly pressing himself into you.

You closed your eyes, moaning his name quietly as he filled you up. He groaned in your ear as he sank deeper into you. “Ready?” He breathed in your ear. You simply nodded in response. He slowly started moving in and out of you, making breathe harder and faster. His thrusts got faster before he stopped. “Um can we try a different…” He trailed off. You smiled, knowing it was hard to do it standing up.

“I have the perfect idea.” You whispered. You got your shorts back on and headed for the plane. When you got there, Chanyeol laughed.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” He asked, letting you lead him back inside. Once you were inside, you made sure no one else was in there before you pushed Chanyeol down into a seat.

“Where were we?” You asked, “ah, yes.” Chanyeol laughed as you removed your shorts and panties before straddling him. He quickly undid his pants again and pulled his member out. You eased yourself onto him, feeling him deeper in this new position.

“Shit,” he groaned, dropping his head back against the seat. You smirked, slowly bouncing up and down on him. His hands were on your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin as he tried to make you go faster. Quickly, you gave into him, letting him control the pace as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “Ah, jagi.” He said urgently, pushing you up off of him as he finished.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck, trying to catch your breath before you got up and got dressed. “I’m gonna go get you something to clean up with.” You smiled, making your way to the bathroom. When you came back and handed him the tissues, he cleaned himself up and did his pants back up. You smiled, “Well we should go back out there.” You said awkwardly, pressing your lips into a line.

As you tried to make your way past him, still sitting, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap. You squealed before giggling as he kissed you all over your face. “I’m not ready.” He smiled, holding you in his lap.

“Chanyeol,” you giggled, “what are you doing?” He rubbed his hand up and down your leg as you sat sideways across his lap.

“I just want to sit here with you for a little bit, if that’s okay with you.” He admitted. A huge smile broke out on your face at his words as he leaned in, kissing your nose.

“That sounds perfect.” You smiled, laying your head on his chest as he rubbed your back. Being stranded might not be your worst fear anymore.

@scorbusly asked: Hello <3 Hope you’re having a nice day ^.^ I noticed an anon asking about Scorpius’ animagus form and I got curious. What do you think Albus’ animagus form (and patronus perhaps) would be? (I don’t think I have seen it asked before so I thought why not :3) ~ Besides, I can’t get over how pretty and perfect your art is. I just love how you draw their faces, their everything just - lost for words - . Thought you should know. <3 

Thank you so much for your kind words, and sorry for the late reply - it took me a while to think of animals that suit Albus! I finally settled for a fennec fox for his Animagus form (since he’s small but fierce) and a phoenix for his Patronus (inspired by this Patronus fic ). I especially like the symbolism of the phoenix because it’s reminiscent of his namesake, and I like to think that it reflects how he discovers a ‘new self(=rebirth)’ in his father-son relationship/interactions with Harry post-TCC? All the time-travel shenigans probably gave him a new perspective in life and his relationships with the people around him. :)