returns to corner

Before I even started the chapter I read a comment that said “Heechul taking off his pants was the best part”… And then I knew… They were going to be weird again.

And I was right XD Sleepovers are the best, and it’s been a long time since they’ve been together like that since they don’t live in dorms anymore, so I think this was a really cute experience. And Siwon giving them gifts! This man is such a sweetheart but they tried to make it not emotional because that’s how SuJu is XD But Heechul, please be decent XD

For the second chapter… Man I really don’t have much to say, I was brought to tears when listening to their words, what Super Junior means to them, what Super Junior means to us as ELF… I know it’s been 2 years but after finally having them back 2 years feel like nothing, they are meaningless in front of the fact that this wonderful men I love so much are back.

I am really thankful to Super Junior and to SM that made this project for them, I think it was a good decision and it gave me a lot of fun and happy days, now let’s wait for the behind scenes, I bet they’ll be just as great.

anonymous asked:

Bill and Stan's first kiss vs Eddie and Richie's first kiss? Can we get some HC's????


- it is very random and unplanned. 

- Stan and Bill are lying on Stan’s bed at his house after school one day before his mom and dad get home.

- Bill kicked his shoes off and lays across the bed on his side, one leg straight out and the other best at the knee, putting his weight on his elbow to hold himself up. A textbook rests in front of him, open to a chapter regarding calorimetry. 

- Stan lays on his back with his head of curls resting by Bill’s open textbook. His fingers folded across his stomach, occasionally adjusting the material of his shirt as Bill reads off the page.

- Bill constantly apologizes for his stutter, but Stan tells him each time that he doesn’t need to apologize for it because he likes it. Stan really does like it. It’s almost soothing, calming, familiar.

- Subconsciously, Bill’s hand combs through Stan’s hair, winding his curls around his fingers, while he reads. Stan shuts his eyes and takes in Bill’s broken words and the fuzzy feeling of Bill’s fingers.

- Bill licks his fingers and flips the page, and instead of returning it to Stan’s head, Stan takes it with his own and holds it against his chest, over his heart. That’s when Bill first gets the idea to kiss Stan, the boy who he blatantly likes, and who blatantly likes him in return. 

- Bill fiddles with the corner of the textbook page and scoots closer to Stan’s resting head, eyes still closed in bliss. Bill stares at Stan’s mouth in the wonder of how he would even go about kissing Stanley Uris. 

- Stan’s eyelids begin to twitch and Bill kisses him then. The bridge of Stan’s nose bumps Bill’s chin, and Bill smiles. 

- Stan didn’t expect it at all. It was sudden and random, breaking his thought process of creating an excuse for not doing his human geography homework for class tomorrow. Stan certainly didn’t expect it, but he liked it. Because that’s Bill. The unexpected. 


- it’s messy. 

- like almost every day, Richie climbed the side of Eddie’s house and up to Eddie’s bedroom window and knocked until Eddie let him in. This day, he knocked loudly to the beat of “Cherry Pie”  and screaming the lyrics. He knew Eddie’s mom wouldn’t be home and he knew Eddie hated “Cherry Pie.”

- Eddie reluctantly let Richie in, but not without a grin he tried to keep hidden, and Richie tossed his backpack in after him, filled to the brim with junk foods Eddie’s mother would not approve of. Not that she approved of Richie in the slightest. 

- Richie set up camp while Eddie made sure his mom wouldn’t come home. He tossed all of Eddie’s bed sheets on the floor, making somewhat of a nook for them to sit in. Eddie comes back and sighs at the mess Richie has already made of his bedroom. Eddie really didn’t mind at all. Richie was over enough that Eddie had grown used to the messes.

“Look what I made for us. Just us, these CD’s, and all of these Pop Rocks. What else could you ever need in life, Eddie-o?”

- Richie blares The Cure on Eddie’s player, and they curl up into the nook against Eddie’s bed. Richie throws an arm over Eddie’s shoulders as they yell over the music, telling each other their opinions on the B-52′s and their fashion choices. 

- Richie tosses back a whole pack of Pop Rocks and shoves his open mouth against Eddie’s ear so he hears the popping noise, and Eddie shoves him away and loudly complains while Richie laughs his ass off.

“You are actually so gross.”

“But wasn’t that cool?”

- convinces Eddie to try the pop rocks and Eddie literally spits them all out onto the floor and wipes his tongue off. 

- Richie tosses back a whole other packet of them and shakes his head from side to side, his curls moving wildly. 

“Eds,” Richie manages, a smiling mouth full of pop rocks, “If you didn’t like those then you really aren’t going to like this.”

“I swear to G-”

- Richie kisses Eddie, Pop Rocks and all.

- Richie is surprised when Eddie doesn’t bat him away by slapping his arms and shoulders, so Richie manages to swallow the sugary lump of pop rocks and kiss Eddie. For real

bittershark  asked:

What would be Butt's ultimate goal of like, peace and quiet in the wasteland? Is he a 'curl up by the fire with a good book and a cup of coffee' kind of dude or a 'not having to risk life and limb in order to make a living' kinda dude ooooor? What?

Buttons got those Millenial goals down

Black Magic (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by jyncassian

Requested: Yes!
Words: 4210 (I didn’t even realise how long this was - oops I guess)
Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Angst

Hi can I put in a request for a Descendants imagine where Harry Hook and Anastasia oldest daughter are dating and Uma honestly hates her so she spells Harry instead.

You had a habit of ignoring red flags. Period. In fact not only were you completely oblivious to them but it seemed you were often drawn to the sense of danger, almost always landing yourself in sticky situations. Try as you might, you couldn’t stop yourself. Everybody told you Harry Hook was trouble, from the moment he arrived in Auradon you were advised to stay as far away from the boy as possible, distance yourself from his antics and don’t get involved with him under any circumstance. Any circumstance at all. It was safe to say you ignored that perfectly rational advice.

Being the daughter of Anastasia you were expected to be as kind and level headed as your mother but your courageous, curious nature always lead you to find the excitement in life. Unfortunately for you, excitement seemed to come hand in hand with danger.

You were in the cafeteria, the first time you saw him, eating your lunch over a text book, studying for the exam you had the following period. At first you didn’t even notice he had joined you, far too absorbed in your chemistry equations to acknowledge the pirate that had slumped down opposite from you, staring at you intently. Harry soon grew impatient and cleared his throat loudly, enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You jumped a little
“How long have you been sat there?” You asked, suddenly alarmed at how long the smirking pirate had been watching you.
Harry beamed at you, a hint of insanity in his grin.
“Enough to know ye stick yer tongue out when yer concentrating. I find it very endearing”.
He smirked at you.
You set down the pencil and looked the boy up and down. He was leaned back in his chair, his legs crossed and resting on the table. You ignored his comment
“Do I know you? You don’t look familiar?” You said, chewing down on your lips slightly as you racked your brains, trying to work out if you had seen him before.
“I’m offended sweetheart,” Harry said, swivelling his legs around so he as sat back at the table, crossing his arms “Ye sure ye don’t recognise me?”
He leaned forwards across the table so his face was only inches from yours. His eyes searched your face for some flicker of recognition, their iciness making you shiver slightly. They were seriously blue, almost sickeningly so, full on Prince Charming, field of forget-me-nots, perfect cloudless sky blue, that seemed to mimick the ocean. Yet the boys eyes had a harsh quality to them, encased a thick smear of dark black eyeliner, a brooding stare that was different to any you had seen in Auradon. Then it clicked, this was no prince. This was a pirate.
“Hook?” You questioned, presuming the boy you were face to face with was the son of the infamous captain himself.
Harry started to laugh, clapping his hands as he pulled away from you.
“Surprised it took you so long, this kind of gives it away sweetheart”, he sniggered, tapping the tip of his silver hook on the table “Get lost in my eyes did ye?”
The cocky smirk had returned, the corners of his mouth turned up into a mischievous grin
You ignored him again, raising a single eyebrow as the hook got closer and closer towards your hand.
“They actually let you keep that?” You said in disbelief nodding towards the silver weapon , as you reached into your bag to pull out a cupcake.
Harry shrugged
“I’d like to see them take it off me”
“Fair enough” You said before taking a bite of the cake in your hands. Smacking your lips together, you cocked your head at Harry, confused as to why he was staring at you.
“What?” You whispered softy.
Harry once again closed the distance between the two of you as he reached his hand towards your face. You gazed at him with confusion as he started to caress your cheek slightly with his thumb. You pulled back a little but he steadied your head causing you to stop and look at him again.
“I just wanted to tell ye that…” Harry breathed, still rubbing your cheek, a soft burn threatening to turn them red. Now you were perplexed, baffled as to how this complete stranger had paralysed you with a single sentence. He leaned in even further, making you feel slightly uncomfortable in his presence, yet for some reason you didn’t want him to back away. After an agonising silence he finished his sentence
“… Ye got fosting on ye nose”
“Wait what?”
Harry pulled away from you immediately a smug look on his face. In one movement he swiped the chocolate icing from your nose and licked his finger, raising his eyebrows innocently at your scowl.
“Harry Hook, you fucking little tease. I’m goi-”
“Harry! We’re going! Now!” You were cut off by Uma, who strutted from the other side of the cafeteria, grabbing his arm and hoisting him upwards. She glared at you, making her immediate dislike towards you obvious.
Harry obeyed, standing up and tucking in his chair. Blowing you a kiss, he started to walk away.
“See ye around Y/N” he called, waving his hook at you.
You wrinkled your eyebrows.
“How did you? Wait? I didn’t tell you my name? How did yo-”
Harry chuckled again.
“It’s says on your credit card” the pirate grinned, waving the purse he had snatched from you in the air, before vanishing with his Captain down the hallway.
“Get back here you thieving little git!”

The next time you saw Harry’s eyes light up in the same way was months later. Over the passing weeks you had made a strong bond with the pirate, attempting to keep him out of as much trouble as possible. But it had gone much further than that. Both of you had started to fall into a mutual obsession with each other, a weird chemistry forcing the two of you together. Neither of you would admit the obvious, you were falling in love. It wasn’t practical, hell, it wasn’t even planned, yet slowly but surely you and the pirate became in-separable. You loved him. You loved the way his eyes sparked or he’d lick his lips when he’d tell you a story, you loved the way he ruffled his hair on the rare occasions where he was nervous. He loved you more than he wanted to admit. He loved the way you snorted when you laughed, he loved watching you mouth the words silently to yourself when you read. Then everything changed. Everything changed because of her.

Pssst sleeping beauty. Wakey wakey”
You were woken to a soft voice whispering close to your ear. You slowly opened one eye, looking around to see who the mystery speaker was. You had fallen asleep on your window sill again, the glass pane opened slightly, creating a small breeze. Unsurprisingly it was Harry crouched outside your window, perched on the a small section of castle wall. His eyes blinked widely at you through the glass of the window, the corners of his mouth turned up into a grin.
“I told you not to come” You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you woke up.
“Ye left yer window open” he sniggered “Come on princess, ye know ye want to”
You groaned but gave the boy your hand, slipping out of your window before your roommates, Evie and Mal, would notice you were gone.
“We really need to stop sneaking out like this Harry,” you grumbled as you landed on a small pile of gravel.
“Oh Y/N,” laughed the pirate, “Why we would we when it’s so much fun”
With that he threw you over his shoulder, running around in circles with you while you giggled, pounding on his back and demanding him to put you down. He didn’t.
“Hook! Put me down! Where are we even going?”
“That’s for me to know and ye to find out” he whispered in the moonlight, a hint of madness in your eyes.

The lake. The two of you walked across Auradon Prep’s playing fields until you reached the salt pool at the very bottom of the grounds.
“Night swimming Harry? How very pirate of you,” you joked, amused by the boys obsession with water as he started to pull off his shirt.
“Ye saying that yer don’t want to see me topless?” He said, catching you staring at his muscular chest.
You playfully swatted his arm.
“You know full well that wasn’t what I was saying”
Giving you a quick wink, he dived into the water, bobbing up and down, motioning for you to follow. You rolled your eyes, but pulled off your clothes until you were left in your underwear. Harry swam towards you grinning like the Cheshire Cat, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you into the lake.
“It’s freezing!” You shrieked, clinging to Harry, trying to scramble up his body to escape the cold. He just laughed heartily at you.
“Yer a big wimp ye know”
“Shut up Hook” you joked, your teeth chattering as you splashed water at the pirate before ducking and swimming under the water. Harry did the same, grabbing your hand as you both cut through the gentle waves. You eventually resurfaced, wrapping your arms around Harry’s neck and spluttering with laughter. Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip, settling there and pulling you closer. You inhaled sharply. The mood suddenly became serious as you fell against Harry’s warm torso. You splayed your hand against his bare chest, intending to push him away but instead you left it there. Harry’s breathing quickened along with yours as he began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses. You urged yourself to push away, you knew he was trouble, but you couldn’t. He took a chance, angling his head slightly to the side so that his lips came closer and closer to yours. You were surprised to find your own lips parted. Your breaths mingled, hearts fluttering inside of your chests as his arms encircled you. It was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, droplets of water resting on your lips. Finally the two of you pulled away, your eyes still closed for seconds afterwards before you both opened them simultaneously, breaking out into more gentle laughter.

That was the memory that came to mind as you sat on the uncomfortable rock beside the lake where you and Harry had first kissed.
“Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me,” you sung glumly to yourself, picking up a handful of stones from the river bed.
“Happy birthday dear Y/N” you continued, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
“Happy birthday to me”
You threw the stones as hard as you could into the lake, spitting water in all directions as they plummeted to the surface, releasing all the anger and hurt that was rippling through your body.
Why wasn’t he here? Surely, he wouldn’t have let you come if he wasn’t planning to. He wouldn’t leave you, he promised you he wouldn’t leave you. Where was he? You were soaked and embarrassed and alone, on your birthday. He stood you up on your fucking birthday. He was probably with her, that was always the excuse, with Uma. Your throat let out a small croak. That’s when you broke down for real. You started to bawl crying, digging your fingers into the river bank and clawing at the mud. It had been torrentially raining for the last four hours you had been sat there waiting for Harry to never show up, so you were completely sodden, your limp body beginning to tremble. You kicked the water a final time before sobbing all the way back to your dorm room.

“Oh honey come here,” cooed Evie, running towards you with open arms when she saw you stop in the doorway of your door room, soaking wet and with mascara running down your face.
“What happened Y/N?” Mal asked soothingly as you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and squeezing you like Evie.
“He never turned up,” you spluttered “I just sat there and waited and he never turned up”
“Y/N please don’t tell me you’ve been sat out there all afternoon in this weather” Evie said, glancing at Mal with concern
“He told me he’d be there,” you said so quietly they almost didn’t here you.
“I’ll kill him. The next time I see him I’ll-” Mal growled.
She was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Evie, sprung up to answer it, half knowing who would be at the other side. She undid the lock and swung open the door, only to be greeted with a panic stricken pirate. Before she could slam the door in his face, he put his boot in the door frame.
“Mal, I think we should leave them alone” she whispered, pulling her purple haired friend, who was already sending Harry death stares, away so that only you and Harry were in the room.
“Y/N I’m so sorry, I can explain I-”
“Let me guess you were with Uma” you spat coldly, taking Harry by surprise.
“Yes but-”
You let out a sad laugh.
“I’m so done with this. You always put her before me always. Do you know how that feels?”
He tried to hug you but you pushed him back, making him clench his jaw.
“Y/N! She’s my captain!”
“And I’m your girlfriend Harry, unless you want Uma to be. Is that it huh? Do you love her?”
“Now ye just being stupid! She’s like my sister!”
“I’ve seen the way she looks at you, she loves you I’ve always known that. But now I’m starting to think you love her too”
“Yer over-reacting!”
“YOU LEFT ME ON MY OWN IN THE RAIN ON MY BIRTHDAY!” You screamed, your voice cracking mid-sentence.
“I know and I’m sorry and I’m trying to explain why I-”
“Just get out” you said motioning towards the door with your hands.
Harry grabbed your arm but you snatched it away.
“Y/N I love y-”
“I don’t want to hear it”
“ Ye know I love y-”
“JUST GO AWAY HARRY!” You yelled, tears threatening to spill as you pushed the pirate out of the door, slamming it behind you. You were being harsh on Harry, you knew, but he’d hurt you and you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact your birthday had been a complete disaster.

Even though it was the worst place that Harry knew he could have gone, he was out of options. He had no one else to talk to about this, so he went to the one person who he thought would understand. Uma.

Your mother used to tell you that a good nights sleep could make a situation seem a thousand times better and as the case usually was, she was right. When you woke up the next morning you had gained a new perspective on the issue, realising something you hadn’t the night before.
“I never gave him a chance to explain,” you thought to yourself, “He was trying to but I just exploded on him”
A guilty pang erupted in your stomach. Determined to put things right, you got up early, making breakfast for you and the girls before heading to find Harry who you hoped would be in one of Auradon Prep’s common rooms
“So you’ve forgiven him?” Asked Mal completely baffled that you wanted to talk to him again.
“Not exactly, ” you corrected “I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt”
“Why?” She continued, unable to hide her distrust of the boy.
Evie swatted her arm to make her shut up.
“Because I love him Mal” You said eventually, unable to find any other way to put it.
“And he loves you,” Evie added “He may be a complete and asshole, b-u-u-t, he loves you”. Soon the three of you were giggling your way through the hallways, your arms linked, trotting to where you knew Harry would be. You were about to walk into the common room, a familiar Scottish accent bouncing across its walls, when you were brought suddenly to a stop.
“Oh hey Y/N!” Said Carlos awkwardly a nervous, fake looking smile painted on his lips. He was blocking the doorway, Jay stood behind him.
“I’ve just remembered I…. Uh…. left Dude’s leash in your room. Will you run up and get it for me… Like uh…now?”
You looked at your friend, slightly alarmed by his odd behaviour but put it down to the fact it was still early in the morning, and laughed.
“Sure!” You took a step forwards “I’ve just got something I need to do fir-”
“No! You don’t want to go in there!” Shouted Jay loudly, making your jump a little “I mean, we should really go up now”.
He offered you a weak smile and you just giggled at them, pushing past them a little so you could find Harry.
“Y/N! Wait!” Said Carlos, but you ignored him
“Why is everybody acting so weirdly this morni-”
“Oh no” said Jay under his breath.

You found Harry alright. In the middle of the room he was sat on a table top, his arms tangled around Uma, kissing her hand. They were laughing at something, their foreheads pressed together, their hands interlocked
You made a sound closely resembling a small animal being kicked and stumbled backwards. You felt a physical pain in your chest, as if somebody had just pulled your heart straight out of your chest and smashed it on the floor in front of you. You caught Uma’s eye.
“Oh Y/N!” She said with mock kindness “How lovely to see you!”.
Instead of springing away from Uma as you thought he would, Harry turned his head towards you and smiled sweetly, before continuing to hug her.
“What?” You whispered under your breath, starting to become dizzy.
“Y/N come on we’ll go now, we’ll figure this out, come on,” Evie whispered in your ear, trying to drag you away.
You resisted, planting your feet to the spot where you were stood.
“WHAT IS GOING ON!” You shouted, your hurt suddenly turning to anger as you struggled to comprehend what you were seeing.
Harry rushed towards you, still hand in hand with Uma.
“I’m sorry, this all happened so fast,” Harry said, making complete eye contact with you, an odd formality in his voice.
You were completely speechless, your mouth opening and shutting without any noise coming out, like a goldfish. Jay put a hand on your shoulder for reassurance, the only thing keeping you from passing out.
“Something happened to me when you kicked me out of your room last night Y/N” he looked back longingly at his Captain “A connection, with Uma”.
Yep, your heart was completely and utterly shattered.
You looked as though you were going to throw up. Evie and Jay looked as though they were going to throttle the two pirates. Carlos looked as though he wanted to cry. But it was Mal’s expression that was the most telling; she looked scared.
“What are you saying?” You stammered out, eventually, your eyes begging Harry to say something redeeming.
Uma answered for him.
“He’s saying it was love” She let out a little giggle, before melting into Harry, pulling him away a little.
“Now I understand why ye wouldn’t let me tell ye, I loved ye. It was because ye could see the potential for me and Uma” Harry continued, making you feel smaller and smaller with every word.
“No,” was all you could squeak out, before he was pulled further away.
You were so close to throwing up.
“Something’s wrong here,” Mal hissed, trying to be discrete.
“You’re telling me,” spat Jay, staring daggers at the pair.
“No,” Mal continued “Look at Harry. Look at his eyes”
Wiping away a few bleary tears you did as your friend demanded. She wasn’t wrong, Harry’s eyes didn’t seem like his own, a weird blankness painted over them. The more you watched Harry the more you realised how strange he was acting, the mannerisms that made him Harry were no longer there. He moved completely wrong, his signature mischievous grin replaced by a passive half smile. It was as if Harry had been replaced by an empty shell of himself. Sure it looked like him, but the pirate you saw in front of you was in no way Harry. And then it hit you, all five of you at once.
“You don’t think that Uma could have-” Evie started.
“I know she could have” You cut in
“He’s been spelled!”

As soon as the words left Mal’s mouth, you ran forwards to the boy you loved, placing your hand on his shoulder. He had to know, there had to be a little bit of him deep down there that still loved you, a little bit that hadn’t been corrupted by black magic.
“Harry, listen to me,” You said softly.
“No! Get away from him!” Yelled Uma, pushing you away. Jay was suddenly behind her, restraining the daughter of Ursula and stopping her from moving.
“You’re going to shut your mouth” Mal spat at her.
“Harry,” you tried again “Please look at me”
The pirate obeyed, staring down into your eyes.
“Y/N, I can’t help it, I’m in love with-”
“With me Harry! You’re in love with me”
His eyes shifted a little so you continued.
“You loved that you could never figure me out but you’d still try to guess what I was thinking anyway. You loved that I’d hold your hand whenever you got angry or mad or frustrated.”
You reached out and grabbed his hand and for a second the spell faltered, you could see it, but then the sea witch chimed up again.
“Harry! You know you love my smile”
He looked back at Uma, who Jay was still holding, nodding his head and dropping your hand. You had to keep trying.
“Harry! Can you remember the look on my face when we first met”.
Harry chuckled to himself lightly, returning for just a second.
“Of course I do, ye were concentrating on your school work and yer tongue was stuck out of the corner of yer – No, no I don’t, the only face I can remember is Uma’s”
You were getting through with him bit by bit, there was no way you were going to let him slip from you now. Evie joined in next.
“Harry who’s the last person on your mind before you go to sleep?”
“Y/N” he replied.
“Why did you decide not to try to destroy the school when you first got here” added Jay
“What would you say if I told you Y/N has two sugars in her coffee?” Said Carlos
“I’d tell ye that’s the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever head. Anything less than three and she’ll spit it out”
You smiled a little, the spell was wearing off, he was nearly back to you.
“Harry, can you remember the beauty spot at the side of my neck. The hidden one. It was always your favourite because it was on a secret bit that nobody else can see”
“Y/N I-”
“I love you Harry Hook. I bloody love you. Even if you are a flirt. Even if you do scare small children for fun if I forget to remind you not to. Even if you are a little insane.I love you okay and I-”
Harry cut you off by crashing his lips onto yours and for the first time since you entered the common room, you breathed deeply. You threw your hands around his neck as you felt his lips smile under yours. He was back, your crazy, overly-dramatic pirate was back and you had not intention of letting him go.
You heard the core four cheering and the sound of Uma screeching but you ignored them all, refusing to pull away until you needed air.
“So ye love me eh?” Harry grinned, brushing his nose against yours.
“Oh look the cockiness is back! You know maybe the robot Harry wasn’t so bad. I’ll get Uma to teach me the spell later,” you laughed before pausing to clarify “I’m joking”
“Just you wait till I get my hands on that Captain of mine, I swear-”
“Harry, chill. I think Mal and Evie have got this one covered”
You both glanced at Uma, who was being dragged out of the common room by your roommates, their mouths a blur of lectures and threats to chop all of her hair off in the night. You couldn’t help but snigger. So much for being dignified civil members of Auradon’s society.
“I think ye might be right there sweetheart” Harry chuckled, “Any chance of a second try at yesterday, I was genuinely caught up, but I still prepared the picnic and ye know, it’s not raining today,” He looked at you with hopeful eyes.
“Harold James Hook” You giggled, stealing the pirate hat from his head and placing it on your own “You had me at sweetheart”

Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 1)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

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- Knuckles Playlist

Talk about a third date. 

If it were any other boy you’d probably be out at a restaurant or something on a night like this, flirting nervously across the dinner table while you try to decipher if he likes you enough to take your relationship to the next level. You’ve gone through the dating routine once or twice before, and had a pretty good idea of what to expect; if someone had told you a month ago you’d be standing right outside of a boxing ring while your date and another shirtless man beat each other to a pulp, you would’ve thought they were crazy. 

The crowd around you gasps and your own stomach lurches, empathetically feeling the punch that Ashton just took to the cheek. Blood is already dripping down his face, the source of it located just over his left eyebrow. He looks like a mess yet he’s still on his feet somehow, determined to keep retaliating, apparently even if it kills him. 

“Don’t worry,” Calum says next to you after noticing your concerned expression, “I’ve seen him win in worse conditions.“ 

You want to smile, appreciative of his effort to ease your mind, but every couple of seconds Ashton keeps getting hit, hard. It doesn’t matter to you whether he wins or loses, you just hope that your fourth date won’t have to take place beside a hospital bed. 

"Is it almost over?” you ask Calum, too new to this sport to know the ins and outs of the rule book. 

“One more round after th–Oh!

You missed what happened, but look back at the ring to find the opponent, a man named Donovan Diaz, struggling to stand up. Given the cheers from the audience, it sounds like most of the people here have their money on Ashton, and he just brought them one step closer to profiting. 

The round concludes and the fighters return to their separate corners, two teams quickly making their way into the ring to begin fixing up their boys. You wish you were allowed up there, yearning just to talk to Ashton, to treat him gently after witnessing the beating he’s taken for the last half an hour. Sitting on the short stool between rounds is the closest he’s been to you all night, each break like a minute-long tease that only makes you want to be near him more. You haven’t even said hi to him yet, not given the chance to do so before the match started. 

He knows you’re here, though. He spotted you next to his friend Calum after walking away from the first round, and lost focus for a brief second to give you a smile and a flirty wink. Some crowd members noticed, chiming in with playful remarks and whistles, causing your cheeks to burn bashfully. Ashton seemed so confident and well put together then, but that spark isn’t as evident now that he can barely keep his swollen eyes open while his crew tidies up his blood-splattered face. 

"How long has he been doing this?” you turn to Calum again. 

He snorts. “Boxing or fighting?" 

"Is there a difference?" 

"Ashton only started boxing a little over two years ago,” Calum explains, “But he, uh, used to get in a lot of trouble before that." 

"You mean he used to get in street fights.”

Calum pauses too long for it to go unnoticed. “Look, his childhood wasn’t the best, y'know? His old man used to come home from the bar every night and use the kid as a punching bag." 

You glance at Ashton as he spits a mixture of water and blood into a bucket. His face is clean enough now to show the dark bruises rapidly blooming under his eyes. He’s nodding along to something one of his crew members is saying to him, his earlier enthusiasm overcome by exhaustion. It hurts your stomach to picture a younger version of him having to endure the same type of pain. 

"Maybe don’t tell him I mentioned that,” Calum says. “I don’t think that’s what he meant when he asked me to put in a good word." 

You almost laugh, reminded of Ashton’s charm. Of course he asked Calum to talk to you about him. Even when he’s busy in the ring, knocking the hell out of another man for the entertainment of hundreds of people, he still wants you to like him. 

The next round begins sooner than you’re ready for it to, signaled by the chime of a bell. Ashton and Donovan force themselves to their feet, meeting each other and the referee in the center of the ring. The audience is much louder now that the end of the match is in sight, aggressively encouraging their favorite boxers to win for their own selfish reasons. You unintentionally hold your breath as the men begin circling each other; every movement sets you on edge, unsure of how many more times Ashton can get hit without collapsing. You’d like to think he’s as tough as Calum says he is, but that doesn’t defeat the fact that he’s human. 

Ashton stealthily dodges a sudden punch swung at him, and doesn’t hesitate to backlash with a few of his own. If anyone in the stands wasn’t already ejected from their seat with adrenaline, they certainly aren’t sitting now. Ashton seems to have found a groove, delivering a number of rhythmic hits to one targeted area on Donovan, mercilessly backing him into the ropes. You bite your lip anxiously. Calum cheers beside you. For a moment it looks like Ashton might actually win this thing. 

But Donovan refuses to go down that easily, and at the last second pulls a move that switches his and Ashton’s positions, forcing Ashton against the ropes instead. With his momentum Donovan makes up for the blow that missed before, striking Ashton’s exposed stomach directly, and sending him to his knees. He buckles over, extending one gloved hand to hold himself up while the other instinctively covers his newly found weak spot. 

"Come on, Ashton,” you whisper under your breath, your words of encouragement getting lost under the roar of the relentless crowd. 

It takes a second or two for him recover, but Ashton proves to have not run out of strength yet. He begins to sit up slowly, giving the audience the show they came for, but before he can get his second knee off the ground, Donovan returns with one last malicious strike to Ashton’s jaw, and then it’s over. Ashton limply drops to his side, and he doesn’t try to get back up. 

Your eyes widen with fear. The crowd immediately starts to shout at Donovan, booing and cursing amongst derogatory names. It’s one thing to be upset over the results of a fight, but these people sound genuinely offended. 

“Diaz better get disqualified for that,” Calum remarks angrily. 

You look to him, hoping he’ll fill you in on what’s going on, but he’s too caught up in his own rage to be of any informant to you. 

Ashton still hasn’t gotten up yet, and that worries you. This is the first time you’ve ever seen someone get knocked out; you don’t know how long it’s supposed to last. The referee and the man who cleaned Ashton’s cut earlier have surrounded him, trying to get him to respond. What’s probably less than 20 seconds feels like an eternity to you, but to your relief you finally catch a glimpse of Ashton’s hand moving, followed by the rest of his body. The two helpful men grab Ashton’s toned arms to lift him up while a third person joins the ring to contribute to leading Ashton down the steps. Once he’s on his way to the locker rooms, the ref exchanges hushed words with a few other officials on the side, then crosses the ring to talk to Donovan, who looks more angry than ever.

“Can we go see him?” you ask Calum, not completely expecting an answer. 

“Hang on,” he brushes you off, keeping his focus on the referee. Your attempt to wait patiently fails miserably, the nerves in your stomach driving you insane. 

Eventually the announcement is made that Donovan, as Calum predicted, has been disqualified from the fight. You’re not sure what he did wrong and quite frankly you don’t really care, as long as Ashton’s okay. 

“Good,” Calum mutters his distaste, glaring at Donovan. “Alright, let’s go." 

Nobody’s sitting in their chairs anymore so you have to keep your eye on Calum as he guides you through the sea of people, taking a turn down the wide hallway that Ashton disappeared through. The noise behind you begins to lose its volume the farther down the hall you go, and you’re grateful to be able to hear yourself think again. Crowded areas have never been your favorite. Calum takes a left turn and you follow suit, almost running into him when he stops in front of a door guarded by a tall man in all black attire. 

"Go ahead,” he says to Calum, opening the door for him. Calum walks in without a hitch but you aren’t given such an easy privilege. “Who are you?” The guard holds out his arm to block your path. 

Before you can try to reason with him, Calum speaks on your behalf. 

“She’s his girlfriend." 

You swallow, knowing that’s not entirely true. 

But it’s enough. "Go on in,” the guard steps back, granting you access to the private area. 

You thank him politely as you walk into the room, even more nervous now that you’re this much closer to being face-to-face with Ashton. He’d have every right to be in a bad mood after what just happened, so you hope you’re not intruding, that he still wants to see you. 

The people from Ashton’s team come into view and Calum offers a passing greeting, turning right to walk into a second section of the room where the lockers are actually located. 

“He asked to be alone,” one of the individuals warns, and you recognize him from the breaks in between rounds. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Calum waves them off, walking into the area anyway one pace ahead of you. 

Over Calum’s shoulder you see Ashton sitting on a bench, holding what looks to be an ice pack to his colorfully bruised face. His hands have been relieved of the boxing gloves but not the tape that’s still wrapped around his tattered fists. The sweat his body was sporting in the ring doesn’t shine over his skin as much, the air conditioning of the locker room cooling it down, but loose curls of hair that managed to escape his bun still stick damply to his forehead. He’s a proper mess, but a handsome one at that. 

“You look like crap,” is the first thing Calum addresses. 

Ashton opens his eyes, apparently unaware that the two of you walked in, and smirks. “You should see the other guy." 

"Mess him up pretty good?" 

"Him and his five friends." 

"Right, mate, now you’re full of it." 

They both chuckle, and you’re relieved to find that Ashton still has his sense of humor. He takes a deep breath, directing his attention to you. 

"Hey, gorgeous." 

You smile sympathetically. "How’re you feeling?" 

"I’ve been worse." 

"Not by much,” Calum interjects. “Quit letting people beat the shit out of you, would ya?" 

"Good advice. I’ll try that next time.”

“Happy to help.” Calum lets his hand fall on Ashton’s shoulder, who grunts in pain. “Anyway, glad to see you’re still alive,” he takes a step back, glancing at you, “I’ll give you two a minute." 

Calum strolls into the other part of the locker room, leaving you alone with Ashton. Over your last few dates you’ve grown used to having him all to yourself, and this is how you prefer it. 

He turns to you again, his expression one that suggests he knows he’s in trouble. 

"Ashton,” you sigh, closing the distance between the two of you by sitting next to him on the bench. 

“You shouldn’t see me like this,” he says. 

“A little late for that, isn’t it?” You reach for the ice pack pressed to his cheek. “Let me." 

He allows you hold it there for him as your other arm snakes over his shoulders. He scoots closer, cuddling into your chest, accepting your affection like a sleepy child. He’s hurting more than he’s letting on, and you’re the only person he doesn’t feel obligated to put on a brave face for. 

Your fingers tamper with the band holding his hair back, pulling it out and catching the short strands between your fingers. He lets out a content breath, relaxing into your touch. 

"You scared me,” you confess.

“Did I?”

“You weren’t getting up." 

He smiles inappropriately, taking away from the seriousness of your concern. "You don’t have to worry about me, angel." 

You beg to differ, but opt to delay that talk, unwilling to admit how much you’ve grown to care for Ashton over the short amount of time you’ve been seeing each other. The information Calum spilt earlier about Ashton’s childhood only added to the fire, and you can’t help but wring your heart over the thought of the unconditional nurturing little Ashton was denied as you run your nails soothingly along his scalp. 

"You’re much better at this than Calum is,” he murmurs. 

“At what?" 


You laugh, still impressed by his lighthearted attitude. "He told me you asked him to put in a good word." 

Ashton smiles, shifting to curl one arm behind your back to wrap around your waist, and lazily grazes your stomach with his other hand. "How’d he do?" 

"I’m here, aren’t I?" 

He gives your side a light squeeze. "You are,” he says appreciatively, then comes to a realization. “You are. Don’t take this the wrong way, but how’d you get in here?" 

"Oh–Calum, uh, told the guy outside that I’m your girlfriend, and he bought it." 

"My girlfriend,” Ashton echoes to himself. “I like the sound of that." 

You’re about to vocalize your agreement when you’re cut off by a sudden commotion coming from the entrance. It sounds like someone forced their way inside, despite the many demands yelling for them to stop. 

"Where is he?” an accented voice disrupts the otherwise calmed atmosphere. “Irwin!” is shouted before the man the voice is coming from storms around the corner, turning out to be none other than a fuming Donovan Diaz. 

He comes to a halt when he sees the two of you cozied up on the bench, mockery already taking form in his eyes. “Aw, isn’t this a sweet picture.”

You’re not surprised that Ashton retracts his arms from you and sits up, internalizing the pain in the face of someone less forgiving. Recomposed and impenetrable, he addresses you softly. “Will you get me a water bottle?” His eyes flash to a cooler on the far side of the room, making the message clear. He’s not asking for the sake of a favor, just to send you away from this confrontation in case Donovan unpredictably tries anything. 

Begrudgingly, you get up and leave Ashton’s side, trusting that he knows what he’s doing.

“Yeah, grab one for me, too,” Donovan taunts, clearly enjoying himself. 

“What do you want?” Ashton cuts to the chase. 

Donovan rolls his jaw, taking a threatening step closer. “I’m just making sure you know you didn’t win that fight.”

“Nah, I didn’t win. You were just disqualified,” Ashton retorts. “Thanks for that illegal hit, by the way." 

"What can I say? You piss me off. I couldn’t help myself." 

You open the lid of the cooler, shuffling the melting ice as you remove a plastic bottle from it. 

"Hope it was worth it.” Ashton leans against the back of the bench, tilting his chin up to rest his head, a smug smirk plastered across his face. 

“What the fuck is so funny, huh?” Donovan steps closer again, and you flinch despite not being in his path. Would he really start another fight right here? 

You’re not willing to find out, knowing that even in his current condition Ashton would have too much pride to back down. With a full water bottle in hand, you begin to make your way back over to the bench, standing behind its corner cautiously. 

“Get out,” you dryly demand, protective instincts kicking in. 

Donovan raises his eyebrows, almost acting impressed. He glances you up and down, chuckling patronizingly. “That’s cute, princess. You think you’re bad?" 

"I wouldn’t mess with her, Don,” Ashton warns from his seat. On the outside he looks unbothered, but there’s a new, intimidating edge to his voice, one that you hope you never find yourself on the receiving end of. “She’ll win." 

Donovan must notice it as well, staring you both down one last time before rolling his jaw again and leisurely retreating, acting like it’s his choice to walk away.

Your shoulders slump after he’s gone, unaware of the tension you were holding until this point. Now that you can think clearly again you’re not sure where everyone in the other room went–surely they would have interfered if they had been around to see Donovan walk in. 

"Well we’re even,” Ashton declares, “You sure just scared the hell out of me." 

You refill the seat beside him, and he repositions himself to face you fully, placing his hand on your hip to slide you closer. In the process you cup his face, careful not to irritate his injuries, and connect your lips to his. 

It’s a short kiss that Ashton wasn’t expecting, but craves more of as soon as you pull away. 

"That was nice,” he says sweetly, feathering his fingers down your cheek and pouting your bottom lip with his thumb. “If the feeling in my face would just return I’m sure it’d be even better." 

You laugh, defeatedly lowering your head to his shoulder and hiding your face in his neck. 

"There’ll be plenty more for you to feel later.”

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight  | Part Nine



Prompt: @whothehellisbella‘s song challenge - I’m In Here by Sia

A/N:This. Was. A. STRUGGLE!!! I wound up outlining a whole series that I felt really went with this song (yet to come), and this is the blob that I wrote for a one shot in in its stead. It’s angsty af and sooooo damn long. Idk team. Idk.

Warning: aaaangst, poor relationship dynamics.

Word Count: 6247 I’m fainting. This is the longest fic I’ve ever posted. I’m done.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

“She gonna be okay?” Tony asked, handing Steve a cup of the shitty black sludge that the cafeteria passed off as coffee. His sharp brown eyes scanning the windows for any glimpse of you through the partially closed blinds. The muffled steady beeping of the monitors was a comfort, at least.

“Think so,” Steve sighed, finally lifting his gaze from his feet to mimic Tony’s glances into the room. He’d been seated opposite your door with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands since your arrival. “As long as the grafts take and she gets through the quarantine stage, she should recover alright.”

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Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Four

Alright… there’s gonna be a part 5. But, let’s do this! Part four of the ‘Confessions’ series!! Hope you guys like this one as much as you’ve liked the others. Let me know! It’s a touch happier … or is iiiiit?

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Harry groaned as he awoke, the sunlight poured down on him and he felt a layer of sweat on his forehead from the light as well the body pressed into his. When he lifted his head, finding that it rested on the back of his couch instead of his pillow, he had a moment of confusion before he remembered. You being curled up in his arms, still fast asleep against his chest, also helped jog his memory. 

It took him a moment to realize what had woken him but he quickly realized it was his phone buzzing in his pocket. He knew there was no way to pull it out and answer it without waking you so he let it continue until finally it stopped. Harry sighed, taking in a deep breath as he rest his head on top of yours, his cheek resting against your soft and sweet smelling hair. 

He was just starting to drift off back into his nap when his phone began going off again. Apparently whoever was calling him really needed to have a chat. He opened his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could possibly do this. He didn’t want to wake you but it seemed whoever was ringing him wasn’t going to give up. He shifted a bit to the side until eventually he was able to slide out from under you, helping you lay back gently onto the couch, thankfully still fast asleep. 

He didn’t even care about the phone call in that moment as he stared down at your slumbering and peaceful face. All he had seen the last while was pain and heartache but now it was all gone, just for a little bit at least. He couldn’t help as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, bringing a large and ringed hand up to brush a few hairs off of your face. The moment was then ruined by the phone once again going off. He knew he had no choice now but to take it.

When he left the living room, heading down the hall towards the kitchen, he pulled the phone out and felt his heart rate increase when he saw his mom’s name and face flashing across his screen. Why would she be calling him so many times? He hadn’t told her what was going on, he told his sister as he had gone to stay with her the night he had told you but she had sworn not to tell their mother. 

“Mum?” He questioned, answering the phone finally, as he opens the back door in the kitchen and steps out onto the back porch. “Is everythin’ alrigh’?” He questions as he leans against the railing of the deck, running his fingers over the hard wood. 

“You tell me, Harry.” Came her reply. No hello, no greeting, no asking how he was. Yeah, Harry knew in that moment that she had definitely found out. 

“Did Gem tell you, then?” He mutters, hoping it was from his sister and not that the media had gotten wind of the situation. Even with both parties involved having signed an NDA, which he hated having to see your face as you had to agree not to talk about how he knocked up a girl, these things could still get out and he dreaded the moment that they did. 

“She shouldn’ have had to, Harold, why haven’ you come to me abou’ all of this?” Harry sighed, hanging his head, unsure of how to answer. The truth was that he was afraid of his mothers disappointment. He felt he had made her so proud up until now and what a way to ruin that than with a situation like this. He had already broken the heart of one important girl in his life, he couldn’t handle doing it to another one just yet. “So it’s true then? You got a girl pregnant?” 

“Yes, mum.” Harry mutters, running a hand through his hair before his fingers begin to play nervously with his bottom lip. “Well, I go soon to have a paternity tes’ done, bu’ as of now we are almos’ certain tha’ I am the fathe’,” 

“And Y/N left you?” Harry hadn’t spoken to his sister since before he left for LA so of course she wouldn’t know that you had for some reason agreed to join him on this little adventure. “The one girl who could handle your lifestyle, put up with everything she’s had to, and you go and do this to her.” That was exactly what Harry hadn’t wanted said to him. He already knew all of this but to hear that disappointment, the disbelief, in his own mothers voice hurt almost as much as he imagined it would. 

“She’s here in Los Angeles with me.” His mother was silent on the other end. “We broke up, yes, bu’ she knew…” He sighs. “I don’ deserve her to, bu’ she came to help me through this.” He hears his mothers answering sigh as she took this information in. 

“Wha’ are you going to do, Harry?” Her voice was full of concern now. She had gotten out her reprimanding and now it was time to make sure her son was okay. No matter how upset with him she was, he was her son and she would support him through this. 

“I don’ know, mum.” Harry had done so well at keeping the tears at bay but in that moment he broke again. The tears fell a few at a time down his stubble covered cheeks, his green eyes shining as he hung his head, resting it on his arm that was supporting his weight on the rail of the deck. 

“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, picking up on the brokenness of her son on the other end of the phone. 

“I can’ do this,” He turns and takes a few steps over to a deck chair, falling into it as he wipes at his wet cheeks and stares off across his green lawn before he closes his eyes, resting his head against he back of the chair. “Wha’ do I do, mum?” His voice was so quiet as he begged him mother to help him through this even though he knew that she couldn’t. No one could. 

“We will take this one day at a time, love, okay?” She offers, her voice calm and reassuring. “I’ll fly out there as soon as I can.” 

“No, mum, you don’t have to do tha’.” Though as soon as she had offered, Harry knew he needed her to. He needed that motherly hug, that parental guidance as he began to navigate his own way into potential parenthood. 

“Too late, I’m lookin’ at flights now.” She argued and Harry knew it was a lost cause - not that he would fight hard for her not to come anyway. “You and Y/N need someone to help you through this.” 

“Thank you.” Harry didn’t even have to say it as more than a whisper but Anne picked up on his gratitude fully anyway. 

“How is she doing? Y/N?” As Harry thought back to you, fast asleep and peaceful inside, he had to bite at his lower lip to keep the tears from falling again but when he opened his mouth to speak nothing but a jumbled mess of words came out. 

“She’s.. I.. i-i mean..” And then a small, quiet sob fell from his mouth and Anne sighed. “She’s never goin’ to forgive me, mum. I’ve lost her.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he looks down at his feet, more tears leaking down his damp cheeks. He didn’t even try to wipe them away now. It would be pointless as his eyes were burning with fresh tears, surely not stopping any time soon.

“Harry, love, true love always finds a way.” 

“Mum, this isn’t some romantic movie. This isn’t going to jus’ resolve itself and everyone is goin’ to be all happy in the end. I fucked up, cheated on the most importan’ person in my life, lied to her about i’ and only told her when I had to because I found ou’ I had gotten the girl I cheated with pregnant. Would you forgive Robin if he did tha’?” Anne was silent and Harry knew it was because she knew he was right. “No matter how much her and I love each other, this is i’. She won’ forgive me and I’m tryin’ to come to terms with tha’.” But with the tears still falling down his cheeks he knew he was no where near close, if he ever really would be. 

Just then, Harry turns as the back door opens and out you step. You had woken moments before to find Harry gone but heard his voice outside and came to see where he had gone off to. You had heard what he’d just said and he watches you as you walk across the deck and comes to take a seat beside him. 

“Your mum?” You ask, gesturing towards the phone. Harry gives a nod, simply watching you, trying to see if you were going to say anything more but you don’t so he looks away and sighs. 

“I should probably go, bu’ le’ me know when you’ll be here and I’ll le’ you know about the paternity test.” He says to his mother who takes a deep breath on the other end of the line, still full of concern for her son but now that she had heard your voice on the other line knew he would talk no more about the situation. 

“I will, Harry. I love you.” Harry couldn’t help but smile. Even so much as his mothers voice made him feel better, knowing that she still loved him after he fucked up like this helped a lot. He only wished he could hear those three words from the girl sitting beside him. 

“Love you too, mum.” 

“Give Y/N my love as well. Bye now, darling.” With that, his mother ends the call and Harry sighs as he puts the phone down on the seat behind him and looks over at you, finally wiping at his damp cheeks. 

“Mum sends her love.” He mutters. You can’t help but smile, biting at your lower lip. “She’s comin’ out here. Gemma told her abou’ all of this and she said she wan’s to help up through this.” 

“That is very sweet of her.” And not shocking at all. Anne had always been the best support system you and Harry had in your relationship. She would listen to you both, helped you through tough times and much to your benefit told Harry when he was being an idiot. “You hungry?” You eventually ask after it was silent between the two of you for a few moments. 

“Always.” He answers, looking over at you as you smile a bit. He returns it, one corner of his mouth upturned in a genuine grin. 

“Let’s go out to eat. Somewhere nice where we can just enjoy some good food, strong drinks and .. nice company.” You lean over, nudging him a bit with your shoulder. 

“Sounds much bette’ than sittin’ here all nigh’ bein’ sad.” Harry responds and you agreed, which is why you had suggested it. There was only so much more silence you could take before it drove you more insane than you already felt. 

“Hear anything about going to do the test?” You wonder later in the night after a nice meal at a restaurant the two of you had gone to many times on many dates in the past. It had exactly what you wanted, good food, good drinks and great privacy. 

“He sen’ me an email while we were eatin’.” Harry responds, shrugging a bit as he drives back towards the house with you in the passenger seat beside him. “It’s tomorrow mornin’.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You questioned but thinking about it, you knew why. The two of you had been having such a lovely evening. He didn’t want to ruin it by talking about anymore of this baby stuff. The two of you had shared jokes, laughs, and stories. Even 4 years together you could always find stories to tell one another and Harry was happy to see that they could still do that. Maybe there was hope after all. 

“Didn’ wanna bring it up.” He answered, focusing on the road before him. “You don’ have to go with me. It is gonna jus’ be quick, he said.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” You would prefer not to, of course, but you had come to support Harry so you would go if he needed you to. 

“I’ll be alrigh’.” He smiles over at you and reaches over, resting his large hand on your leg for a second. When he goes to pull away, you grab for his fingers, tangling yours with his. You just needed to feel his skin on yours, those long fingers between yours, their warmth, the coolness of his rings. He looks over at you, a small crease between his brows but he gives you a smile, mimicking the one you were giving him. 

“What do you they even do for this test? I mean.. what kind of test is it?” You had been wondering that ever since the lawyer had brought it up in the meeting earlier this morning. How did they go about testing if Harry’s DNA matched this baby’s when it was still in that woman’s stomach? 

“He sent me a bi’ of information on it bu’ it seems like they jus’ take my blood and her’s. The baby’s DNA is in her blood now and so they can see test it if it matches mine.” He explains. “It’s all very scientific.” You give a small laugh but were stunned by this information. You had no idea paternity could be tested like that. It was a bit fascinating, actually. 

“So you don’t want me to come hold your hand while they stick you with a needle.” You jokingly ask, pinching the back of his hand a bit. He laughs and shakes his head. He then has to release your hand as he needs two hands to pull into the driveway, pulling into the garage. 

“I think I’ll manage just fine.” You give him a grin before sliding from the vehicle and the two of you head inside. “Oh, my mum jus’ sent me her fligh’ details.” He tells you as the two of you go to collapse on the couch and he pulls out his phone. “She ge’s here tomorrow nigh’.” 

“Oh, good. It will be nice to have her here.” You sigh then, pulling your legs up to your chest and bite at your lip. 

“You alrigh’?” Harry questions, tossing his phone down beside him and leans back against the couch, looking over at you. You look over at him, resting your cheek against your knees. 

“I just feel tired, no matter how much I sleep. I feel like I just got done running a marathon. I could sleep for like a year.” Just to add on to your words, a yawn manages to escape your lips. Harry gives a small laugh, taking in how adorable you were. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around you and cuddle you. 

“You can go take another nap. Don’ le’ me stop you.” He gestures towards the hallway but you smile and shake your head, uncurling your legs and you let out a sigh. The room fell silent then, neither of you saying anything, just staring at the wall in front of you both. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought about how close he was to you, and for some reason in that moment you felt the urge to kiss him. You missed the feel of his lips on yours, the way his body surrounded you, the feel of his touch - gentle and warm. It had been so hard to be so close to him the last few days, no matter how mad at him, or how hurt and heartbroken you were, there had always been that draw towards the man beside you and it was back in full force in that moment. 

“Hey, Harry?” You end up saying, not looking over at him, continuing to keep your eyes fixed on the wall but you see out of the corner of your eye as he looks over at you. 

“Yes, love?” He questions, curious at what you were about to say. He was picking up slightly on your anxiousness and wondered what it all of a sudden could be about when things had been fine just a second beforehand. But you didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t get any words out though. So, you decide to shut off your brain from thinking logically, you instead just gave in to the feelings coursing through you and ignored the way your head was screaming at you. 

You instead listened to your heart in that moment, the part of your heart that adored the man beside you, that was completely in love with him and leaned over quickly, not giving yourself enough time to back out and pressed your lips to his. 

He gasps a bit against your lips but quickly kisses you back, his fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. You rest a hand on his cheek, the other on his chest as you lean into his chest. He turns towards you a bit more, bringing his other hand up to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. The feel of his lips on yours, the pressure they left on you, the buzzing in your chest, you felt alive for the first time in weeks and for once weren’t thinking about the entire situation. In that moment the baby didn’t matter, the cheating didn’t matter. You loved this man, you didn’t forgive him, but both of you were so emotionally unstable right now, you needed this. 

You soon pull away from him, both of you breathing deeply. Harry was feeling this pang in his chest, butterflies in his stomach, even. He was feeling the best he had in so long, he missed your touch, your kiss, so badly and here they were again, back on his. He didn’t know what that meant but as he pulled you back in for another kiss, he just didn’t care. This could be your last kiss ever and he would be okay with how perfect it was. Nothing ever gave him that happiness, that soaring feeling, that sense of completeness like your kiss. 

“I love you.” You pull back and whisper, looking into those green eyes of his that you loved so much. You just had to say it, even if it was just for one last time. 

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” Harry gave you a small smile. He knew this most likely didn’t mean the two of you were okay again, he knew you were far from that, but he wasn’t going to complain about your sudden affection towards him. He would take this over crying and arguing any day. You give him one last smile before pulling back completely. 

“I’m going to go take a bath and then probably get in bed, maybe read a little and call it an early night.” You tell him, pushing your fingers through your hair. 

“Want some company?” Harry offers, completely joking though would of course do it if you were up for it but you laugh and smack playfully at his chest. “Goodnight, love.” He reaches over, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“Good luck tomorrow morning, don’t let them hurt you too much with that needle.” You say as you stand up, making your way across the room. 

“I’ll try.” You both exchange grins before you leave the room. That night, later, as you lay awake all you kept thinking about was the feel of his lips on yours once more. And for the first time in weeks, none of all this mess mattered and you finally were able to fall asleep with a smile on your face. 

Hey folks, Roget here. In light of some recent events in the United States, I wanted to address our fans and the community at large.

Our President has publicly stated that transgender individuals will not be able to serve our country in the military. This policy continues the disgraceful discrimination trans people face every day.

Over the past five years our community has undergone a tremendous and positive change. We’ve gone from having openly racist staff members to one of the more welcoming groups on the net.

A lot of that change came from us- thank you, thedeadlymoose- but it’s also thanks to you guys. You’ve embraced the direction we’ve gone in and welcomed humans of all distinctions to our tent.

Although this decision by our President is yet another blow to the cause of equality, the battle is not even close to over. We will fight the poisoning tendrils of discrimination whenever they lurk in our midst. We shall never surrender.

This is a reaffirming message to our friends and followers out there across the world. Our commitment to making this an inclusive and friendly space is neverending. We will be here for you. No matter if the world turns upside down. If the hate of the airwaves pushes you down, we shall pick you back up.

I also have a message for those who seek to return us to the darker corners of our path, who see our evolution as an aberration.

You will not push this orange crown on our heads. You shall not crucify us at this cross. We are not alone.

Thank you all for reading, and may the unconquered bless you all.

Five Little Words

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Natalia (OFC)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Power outage, bad weather (no one is in danger but it sounds scary), mention of crappy ex, mention of abandonment, Jensen singing (and hell yes that is a warning!).      

Word Count: 3100ish

A/N: This is a three in one ;) I hope I won’t dissappoint anyone. A while ago I did this tumblr game thing where I let people send me a “I wish you would write a fic where…” I told a few people I would do theirs. @chaos-and-the-calm67 said this:

I wish you would write a fic where Jensen and the Reader get stuck in a room when the lights go out (place of your choosing) so they sit in the dark and get to talkin’ and when the lights come back, Jensen asks the Reader out :)

I changed it a little Bev, but I hope you still like it.

This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge where my prompt was “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” — Christopher Robin, Winnie the Pooh as well as my entry for @iwriteaboutdean 200 follower challenge where my prompt was “Kiss Me” - Sixpence None the Richer.

Song also used Return to Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins.

Thanks to amazingly talented @blacktithe7 for betaing this one for me.

No hate towards Danneel intended. Her and Jensen are my otp. This is just fiction. Also no mention of Supernatural in this one so I guess if you prefer to see it as an AU it could be that.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

The storm was raging outside. It seemed to have hit the town out of nowhere. You hated that you had to go out in this weather, but your washing machine was broken. It was your turn to wash your daughter’s softball mini league uniforms, and she needed them tomorrow. So you didn’t have a choice. You sighed as you watched the darkness outside the glass doors  that were almost quivering in the wind. You quietly folded the uniforms as you dreaded having to head home in the storm. Luckily your little girl didn’t pay much attention, she had never been to fond of lightning storms, but she seemed to slowly be growing out of her fear of them. She was too busy playing with her favourite toy, her Winnie the Pooh teddy.

Natalie made you so proud. She was a tomboy who played softball and soccer, and still she was one of the most artistic and imaginative kids in her class. She made up stories and loved drawing little pictures to go with them. She was a special little girl and the light of your life.

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November Noise

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing: Reddie ( Richie Tozier / Eddie Kaspbrak )

Word Count: 2k

Summary: The world is silent, cold. Eddie has had nights like this before, where he feels so utterly alone, but he’s never been kept awake this long. He can’t shake this feeling of isolation, but thinking of all those times that Richie has climbed through his window to keep him company no matter which of them it was that was having a bad night, he decides to do what he never does - slip out his window, and go to Richie’s for once instead.

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Vanilla #3 (v2.0)

(The reason it says v2.0 is because I was 95% done this chapter and it got deleted so you get a rewritten version)

Almost the Second Lance had left after breakfast a gentle but foul smell settled on the dining hall, Shiro and Keith perked up and looked around, sniffing the air intently. Shiros hand gripped the collar of his turtle neck, pulling it gentle away from his throat, trying to breathe properly. “What’s that stench?” Keith spat sourly. And everyone looked at Keith and Shiro who sat with the empty chair between them. Shiros head was down and his legs were pursed tightly together, hands folded in lap and eyebrows furrowed, a scowl painted on his face.

“What smell- h-hey Shiro buddy you ok?” Pidge was instantly looking at Shiro as soon as she glanced from her plate.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled. “This smell is just.” He gulped. “It’s giving me a migraine. I don’t want to eat anymore.” He shoved his half empty plate away from him and turned his head away. “Thank you Hunk for this wonderful meal but I can’t eat right now, not with this smell and this headache. He didn’t look up but knew hunk wouldn’t take it too harshly.

“What are you guys talking about? I don’t smell anything.” Hunk looked to Allura and Coran, they shrugged in ignorance and that confirmed his thought, it’s definitely an Alpha thing “WE don’t smell anything” he corrected. Keith looked around and had pushed his food away as well, a pounding in his head.

“It smells… moldy.” He scrunched his nose “but also not, it’s like.” He turned to Shiro for help in explaining it. “You know that smell when you picked a dandelion. That.” Shiro nodded.

“A moldy, picked dandelion” Shiro confirmed, was Quietly. “That’s exactly what it is.” He stood up almost synonymously with Keith. “I need to get away from it.” He smiled in apologies to everyone and said his farewells, heading out the door to deal with his duties. He didn’t want to get away from the smell, he wanted to find the source, he wanted to find Lance and get the sweet odour of the mans body wash back into his lungs. He couldn’t, he had responsibilities to tend to.

Keith however, Keith had no such responsibilities and he needed answers. He walked out of the dining hall, no, he lurked out of the hall, stalking around hallway corners to pinpoint the source of the smell. The closer he got, the more he could feel himself rise onto his toes and his hair stand on end and every instinct made him curious but every logical thought told him to leave, this smell was dreadful and giving him a splitting ache in his skull, he continued despite this. The smell led him to the bedroom hall. He walked, not Hunks room, not Shiros, Lances. It stopped abruptly in about a 3 foot perimeter around the door and when he got close enough he smelt it. That enduring smell that Lance wore boldly that morning. Lance was in there, in that room and Keith could smell him. He heard slight commotion, perhaps a closing of a cabinet. His hands were agains the door, his forehead leaning against it, he didn’t know how he got into this position but he became painfully aware that Lance could open the door and Keith would plummet onto him. He couldn’t care less, he wanted to be as close to the smell as possible. There was a slight voice in his head that made him want to walk in there and nuzzle under Lances chin, drinking in the smell of him, forgetting the pungent smell that surely hadn’t dissipated behind him. He wanted to be with Lance, that clingy, needy alpha voice that only happened when he was rutting. And he was. He hadn’t slept well that week at all and perhaps that was why this instinct was so prominent, he had to make an enormous effort to fight it. He hadn’t rutted in months, in fact it was several months overdue. Keith had credited that to the stress of being flung into space and claimed defender of the universe which made it perfectly understandable, by his standards, to not have a sex drive. Shiro had bags under his eyes, Keith had noticed. Shiro smelled slightly off. Shiro was also rutting. Back in the garrison they had been roommates, their ruts somehow synced up and they managed to deal with it… together. That wasn’t an option now. They had been close back then, so close. Now, after so long without Shiro and months of fighting Galra they had definitely faded apart. Keith was surprised they were still linked to be frank. Keith winced as a new full breath entered his lungs. He didn’t know why it was so alluring, the smell. Lance was a beta. Alphas and Betas did not mix. It was alpha/alpha, alpha/omega and beta/beta and occasionally beta/omega when it came to attraction. It was scientifically impossible for alphas to be attracted to Betas. So why was this smell so fuckable? Wait, no. That’s not what he meant. Keith shook his head and pushed away from the door he growled to himself. Don’t, he thought, don’t think about him like that. Keith out his hand to his temple, having a war with himself, did he go in? Did he leave? His brain forced himself to imagine his teeth sinking into Lances flesh and a soft groan coming from the blue paladin as Keith mounted him. “Stop.” He whispered to himself. “Stop right there.” He had a very apparent tug at the crotch of his pants and he cursed himself for his rut and how vulnerable he was to getting aroused. He turned and left before he changed his mind and did something he regretted. He turned heels and bolted down the hallway, trying desperately to ignore the disgusting smell that had returned. He veered around a corner, knocking himself into Shiro.

“FUCK.” Keith hollered, toppling into Shiro. Surprised at the sudden collision.

Shiro looked as if he’d seen a ghost, his pupils small and his eyebrows raised. His face a light shade of pink, it darkened as soon as he felt Keith had straddles him unintentionally and had a very clear… nevermind. ‘Don’t think about it’ Shiro scolded. He looked up to Keith after very apparently looking at the smaller mans groin. “Language.” He mumbled quietly, trying to not share the same uncomfortable fate as Keith. He breathed in sharply and smelt Keith’s sexual desire and lust, but beyond that he smelt Lance. “You went to see Lance? Where is he?” He knew very well where Lance was and Keith knew he knew.

“I didn’t see him, he’s in his room, the reason I was there is because that’s where this disgusting smell leads, it stops at his door.” Shiro grunted in acknowledgment and they sat unmoving for a few seconds before Keith stood up and lowered his head. Shiro stood up with a grunt. “What are you doing?” Keith’s voice struck Shiro and he grasped for a lie

“Hunk said supper was in an hour.” That wasn’t a lie. “He told me to come tell you.” That was. Shiro tried to ignore his urge to go and see Lance just to get a break from this smell. “Let’s go visit with him while he’s cooking, he likes company while working over the stove.” Keith nodded, desperate to leave the thoughts of Lance at his friends door, never to find them again.

Coran had beaten them to the kitchen and was already talking to Hunk, he nodded his head slightly to the alphas, a sign of respect. Shiro smiled, Alteans didn’t have the same hierarchy as Earth did, he didn’t have a status, yet he still mad an effort to show respect and learn the motions. Shiro felt warm, there wasn’t a fault in this man, he was like that grandpa that snuck you ice cream and extra candy, even if he’d have to deal with being scolded later by your mom; Allura. Shiro shot a smile back and Hunk and coran didn’t miss a beat in their conversation.

It had been 15 minutes since Hunk called for everyone over the intercom, everyone was usually there within 5 minutes as the dining hall was relatively central in the castle, so no trekking from one side of the ship to the other. Lance still hadn’t shown. Hunk grew restless, along with everyone else, they always waited for everyone to show before they started eating. There was an uneasy silence and Keith and Shiro shared a thought process; this wasn’t right, something was wrong, something bad had happened. They glanced knowingly and concerned, Hunk stood up at this. “ I’ll go fetch him.” With no prior conversation everyone started at this, Shiro stood up almost instantly.

“I’m coming with.” He declared. And as he looked over Keith was also standing. He tried desperately to refrain himself but a low sound came from his throat and Keith returned the gesture. It was almost an exact replica of the mornings bout Hunk put a hand on the table in defiance.

“Hey! Stop that, none of whatever that is, I’m not dealing with you two again.” His voice was stern and Keith and Shiro both bowed their head in shame, had anyone else in the universe talked to them like that they would have beheaded them, especially a beta. But not Hunk, there was an unspoken respect for Hunk, even with his lower status, he was regardless, the mom in the group and a scolding from him was just as shameful as a scolding from your mom.

He turned to leave and made it to the door before the two alphas motioned to follow. At the sound of footsteps, Hunk paused and without turning laid down a ground rule. “I will not tolerate any fighting, one growl and you’re both back here in an instant.” He glanced over his shoulder and they nodded, Hunks suspicion of Lances Beta status was near confirmed, he had lied and was likely an Omega. He didn’t need two angry alphas helping him, especially considering their version of ‘help’ and Hunks were excruciatingly different. Keith scowling slightly at the audacity of the accusation that they would fight.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. And he shrugged as if to accept that it was quite reasonable.

Their trek to Lances room was quiet, but all 3 of their minds were racing, hunk was certain Lance must’ve just fallen asleep or something but Keith and Shiro felt their mouths watering at the idea of that smell, that glorious, wondrous, beautiful, delicious smell. They had both thought of their status and why they liked the way a beta smelled, both slightly confused, well, more than slightly, but pushed aside the thought multiple times. Shiro put his hand up to his temple in an attempt to quite his urges and in an equal attempt to rid his head of the splitting ache this smell caused, it was worse than before. Keith’s hair on his neck was raised again and they both were cautious, Hunk seemed indifferent, he couldn’t smell anything other than Lance, but Keith and Shiro knew, and they stopped almost simultaneously a couple feel away from the door. There was something not right and they were ready for whatever it was. Hunk knocked gently. “Lance.” He cooed through the metal. “Laaaance.” There was something in his voice, a hint of uncertainty. He glanced to the alphas who stood their ground, several yards away. “Lance if you don’t respond I’m coming in in 5 seconds.” Those were the longest 5 seconds and in a hope that he would open the door, Hunk dragged each second out for about double.

Still no response.

There was a sigh of reluctance as hunk put his hand to a pad so it would authorize his entrance. With a beep and green flash the door slid open and there was Lance. Passed out on the floor, breathing shallow and laboured. Hunk had never moved so fast, Shiro and Keith didn’t move, they didn’t want to see what had gone wrong and they couldn’t , not from where they were standing. Every instinct pushed them to the smell, every muscle wanted to go and comfort whatever tragedy had occurred. But they knew better. So they stood like statues, even after hearing a cry from hunk. “Go tell the others that Lance won’t be joining them for supper.” He paused and Shiro hummed a mournful acknowledgment “…and neither will I.” He added.

And in a state of panic and worry they both turned heel, much as Keith had done earlier, and booked it back to the kitchen.

…to be continued…

anonymous asked:

THAT OMEGAVERSE AND DAD-TO-BE TODOROKI 😍 Could I request one where Alpha!Bakugou becomes overprotective of his preggy mate? Keep up the awesome writing! ❤️

I love the omegaverse requests. I’m glad you guys like what I’m doing with it. I highkey love Bakugou as the crazy, overprotective alpha. Basic a/b/o explanation

Bakugou has always been protective of his omega. Even before the two of you bonded, Bakugou was always wary of alphas who approached you. Growling and snarling at anyone who looked at you, Bakugou usually sent other alphas running with one glare even though you were quite capable of handling yourself. Things are changing though. Your stomach is starting to bulge. The skin around your center is pulled taunt while stretch marks wrap around your sides. Your movements are becoming slower, and your had generally become more lethargic. Bakugou can see his little omega becoming heavy with life, heavy with his pups.

Meaning that the only thing on his alpha mind is caring for and protecting his omega. Which also means that you aren’t allowed to do anything or go anywhere without the protective presence of your alpha.

Bakugou stands next to you as you look through the ice cream selection. Drumming your fingers on your round stomach, you hum as you contemplate which flavor to buy. Your mate is holding the small basket as he passes time by glaring at alphas who are trying to peak over at you. Even though you are swollen with his pups and wearing one of his hoodies, your scent is as potent and sweet as ever, drawing alphas near you. And Bakugou is not having this. Not today.

You bend over and reach for a pint near the bottom of the refrigerator. Bakugou’s face twitches when he sees some dumb-ass punk looking at your ass. That’s fucking it. He takes the basket and launches at the young man’s face with an added explosion. You hum comparing the prices between two different brands as your mate throttles some dumb guy for ogling you.

“Babe,” you call, “can I have the basket, please?”

Bakugou is by your side in an instant, offering the plastic basket to you. You smile at him and place both pints into the small hamper. Bakugou wraps his arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the cash register, still holding your basket for you. Bakugou snarls as he steps over the defeated male. Alphas are all brash, arrogant, fuckers who think they are entitled to omegas. Who knows what that bastard would’ve done if he wasn’t there? He doesn’t want to think about it. All he knows is that you won’t be returning to this corner store. Not without the protective presence of your alpha. 


The room was furnished with a thick twelve-hour candle, rings of dark wax marking the hours. We talked through three of the rings, only letting go of each other’s hands to pour wine or get up to visit the privy stool behind the curtain in the corner. Returning from one of these trips, Jamie yawned and stretched.

“It is awfully late,” I said, getting up too. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

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Originally posted by jungkooksarms

▶   Genre: Smut. (Werewolf!BTS)
▶   Description: It’s possibly the worst time to forget to lock the doors; Namjoon’s in heat.
▶   Word count: 7,099. 
▶   Author’s note: WHAT HAVE I JUST WRITTEN.

Jin taps his foot impatiently, his eyes simultaneously jumping from the clock and then back down to his younger, Jungkook.

“Hyung,” Jungkook mumbles, reaching for Jin’s arm before pulling away in fear he might jump if he were to touch him. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Jin responds with a deadly glare over in Jungkook’s direction, his fists balled up, just about ready to strike.

“She’s probably just working a little late or something,” Yoongi adds, really paying no attention to the elder besides him.

“I’ve never seen you get like this, hyung.” Taehyung chuckles, flipping over onto his back to relieve some of the discomfort brought on by laying on his front.

Jin scans the room again, noticing that the other two boys, Hoseok and Jimin, were indeed there but, to his surprise, Namjoon was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Namjoon?” Jin asks dangerously, anxiously popping up from his seat next to Jungkook and running over to the bathroom door. His hand almost magnetizes towards the handle, forcibly opening the door and scanning the dark and empty inside.

“He’s not here, hyung.” Hoseok grumbles with an intonation of annoyance in his voice, plopping down right onto Taehyung’s outstretched legs, a bowl of ice cream in hand. “Do you really not remember?”

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