sick style x


One for the always lovely, @loonylittlemoony. You asked me to stop attacking you…I have a problem with listening, I think. ;)  Loads of love for you- Sar! x 

(also… I’m not sorry about the cliche title, you’ll see why.) 

You heard it before you recognized  it.

It was a week ago, over morning tea. Harry had been in his usual seat at the island in your kitchen, one hand wrapped around  his cup of tea and the other holding his phone while he swiped through his notifications.  You were standing on the other side, sipping at your cup of coffee and thumbing through a magazine that come earlier that week. 

Mornings were a peacefully quiet affair for the most part with Harry and you. After a good portion of it was spent with him whining and holding you hostage under the covers with him, you two would get up and get ready on your own pace.  Popping in and out of the bathroom and bumping hips, the occasional pat to your bum as he walks by. Yet you always made time to share a cuppa before you were off on your separate ways.

At first you think it’s your imagination, or perhaps just a coincidence. Your eyes pause in their trail across the words for a moment, corner of the page caught between your index finger and thumb as you listen closely. You wait for the noise to sound again, but instead you hear the sole sound of Harry sipping his tea. You bite your lip and go back to the article.

When it happens again, though, twice in succession you look up with a frown. 

Keep reading

Sick Days

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

Pairing: AJ Styles x Reader

Word Count: 300+

Warnings: Some cursing

A/N: I’m currently sick so I thought that this would be a fun little something to write.

“Honey, I’m home!” AJ called playfully as he walked into your shared home. You groaned at his loudness, your head pounding in protest. Over the last few days, you’d come down with a terrible cold that left you feeling like crap. “Y/N, baby, where are you?” he yelled out as he made his way up the stairs.

“In the bedroom!” you called back, falling into a coughing fit immediately after. You smiled slightly as AJ walked into your shared bedroom, throwing his bag on the floor. He walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand in his.

“How’re you feeling, darlin’?” AJ asked, stroking your hand with his thumb. You groaned and threw your head back onto your pillow. “I’ll take that as not good.”

“My head is pounding, my throat is scratchy, and my nose is runny. I feel like shit,” you muttered miserably.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry, that’s terrible. Is there anything that I can do for you?”

“Cuddle with me,” you pouted, sounding admittedly a little bit pathetic.

“Anything for you.” AJ grinned and kissed your forehead before quickly taking off his shoes and climbing into bed beside you. You immediately found yourself wrapped in his warm embrace and rested your head on his chest. “Aren’t you worried that you’ll get sick?”

“Well, even if I was, I doubt you would let me get up to avoid it.”

“Psh, you don’t know that.”

“Of course I do, we’ve been married for years, you always get like this when you’re sick.”

“Get like what?”

“I don’t know, needy?”

Your jaw dropped. “You did not just call me needy.”

“Only when you’re sick, baby.”

“You know, you’re lucky that I feel like crap because otherwise I would totally kick your ass!”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, darlin’,” AJ muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you, Allen Jones.”

“I love you, too, Y/N Jones.”

A/N: Remember that requests are open! Check out the prompt list that I posted if you’d like to send one in.