Summary: There’s something about being proved wrong after the countless hours of meticulous research that makes you boil over with emotion. You will never forget the helping hand of a friend who rescues you from your tidal wave.
Prompt: “Can I maybe request a Poe Dameron x reader where the reader is frustrated or upset about something and Poe cheers her up?”
Author’s notes: This is my second rewrite of this fic? I had an original idea but I felt like it went too fast and rushed a lot of what makes the prompt. Is this a better idea? Lmao idk there’s a ton of fluff so there’s that!
You bow your head out of respect, gripping the datapad tighter as you rush out of the command center. When you turn the corner, several feet away from the door, you press your back against the wall. That’s when your own walls began to fall down.
What went wrong? Where in your calculations did you mess up? You looked them over twice, thrice, so many times that you stayed up late until your eyes burned. Sleepless nights to get your presentation ready to present to important figures of the Resistance and you blew it. Someone found a fault, questioned your reliability, and how you could allowed this oversight to happen. All you could do at that time was to take it, keep your emotions inside, and respect the individual.
summary: Felicity Smoak vs The Blood Orange a/n: inspired by true events… (for @gothsmoak)
Felicity leaned into the fridge, wondering where the hell all her delicious goodies had gone. No candy bars in the butter holder. There was actual butter in there instead. No sweets of any kind in the fridge or on the counter. She lifted her head to look over the door and glare at Oliver in the living room. Grumbling to herself, she reached inside to grab an orange. It wasn’t candy, but she guessed it would do.
She knew that Oliver meant well, but she was not some kale eating rabbit. With a loud and very dramatic sigh, she sat down on the opposite side of the couch. He glanced at her, rolling his eyes before letting his attention go back to the baseball game on their television.
She shoved her thumb nail through the peel and started to work the damn thing off. This was so much effort just to eat. She was hungry and this was taking forever. As she tore the orange peel off, she noticed that the color of the actual fruit didn’t seem right. It wasn’t orange first of all. She got the rest of the peel off and split the orange in half. For a moment she just stared at the red fruit in her hands.
“What the fuck!” she shouted suddenly, startling Oliver in the process.
“What?” he asked, clutching his chest.
“It’s red! What the fuck is wrong with it!?” she shook the fruit at him.
He blinked at her a couple times. The look on his face made her feel like she was some kind of crazy person, but it was red when it was supposed to be orange.
“What’s wrong with it?” she repeated.
“Nothing… Felicity.. it’s a blood orange.”
“Honey, you really need to eat more fruit,” he mumbled, “It’s just a blood orange. It’s perfectly safe to eat.”
“Oh….” she looked down at it again, “I’m not eating it.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Why would I eat something with blood in the name? Do I look like a vampire to you,” she put it in his hands, “If it’s so good, you eat it.”
He rolled his eyes at her again, but popped a piece of orange into his mouth.
“Ugh!” she pushed herself back up to go in search of better snacks.
He leaned his head back to look at her, “That was a lot of effort to go through to get out of eating fruit.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she used her middle finger to rub her nose.
He snorted, “I will only bring regular oranges home from now on.”
“And there’s mint chip ice cream hidden all the way in the back of the freezer.”
He knew just how to get back into her good graces, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” she asked with her head halfway into the freezer.
“I missed that, you might have to tell me again when you get back in here.”
“Mhmm, just eat your nasty blood orange,” she called to him louder.
Prompt: “Where did the cat come from?” Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader Pairing: Sam x Reader Words: 602 Warnings: All the fluffiness
The bunker door slamming forced me to react quicker than I would have liked.
“Y/N, we’re back,” Sam calls out and thank Chuck he didn’t see me grab the little meowing ball of fluff and book it to my room.
“Hi guys!” I say once I am safely inside my room.
“Y/N, we’re going out, you wanna come?” Dean yells, making sure I can hear him through my closed door.
“No, I’m… uhhhhhh… really tired. I’m just gonna go to bed.” I respond. I am trying to keep the kitten quiet so Sam and Dean don’t hear, but the kitten seems to have other ideas.
“Ok. Call if you need anything.” Dean says as the bunker door slams shut once more. I pick up the little kitten and walk towards the kitchen. After getting the kitten a small bowl of warm milk, I make my way towards the library to grab a book. The second I step into the large room, I stop dead in my tracks.
There, sitting in one of the library chairs, reading, is the one and only Sam Winchester. Not only am I trying to hide a small fuzzy animal from him, I also have the biggest crush on him. It started about two months ago when we went undercover as a married couple. Ever since then, my crush on the younger Winchester has gotten bigger and bigger. Sam looks up upon hearing me enter.
“I thought you were tired.” He says, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“I thought you were going out,” I say.
“Decided not to. Why do you seem so-” He suddenly gets cut off by a small meow coming from the kitchen.
“What was that?” Sam says, standing up in an almost protective manner.
“What was what?” I say. “I didn’t hear anything.” I continue. The meow sounds again, louder this time. “And if you’re wondering, I didn’t hear that either.” The minute the words leave my mouth, I turn and run towards the kitchen. I faintly hear Sam say my name and know he’s following me.
I see the little orange fluff ball on the ground and scoop it up as fast as I can. As I turn towards the door, I slip the both of my hands behind my back, the kitten going with them. Sam enters the kitchen and crosses his arms over his broad chest.
“Y/N…” He says, an accusing look covering his face.
“Sam…” I mock. I wince then, the kitten digging its small but still sharp claws into my back.
“Y/N, show me what you’re hiding.”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
He moves towards me so fast, I don’t even have time to react. His lips meet mine, and for a moment, I’m shocked. Then, I lean in, memorizing the feel of his lips on mine. How soft they are and how they taste like mint gum with a slight pinch of whiskey. I’m so lost in him that I don’t realize his hands are sliding around my back… And grabbing the kitten. He pulls back, looking at the kitten. His hazel eyes flick up to mine for a moment.
“Where did the cat come from?” He asks, but he knows he’s not going to get an actual answer.
“Can we keep her? Please? Pretty Please?” I beg. I’ve never had a pet before but have always wanted one.
“Y/N, I doubt Dean will let us kee-” I cut him off by planting my lips on his again, and this time when we pull back, his eyes lock with mine.
NEXT ON THE FANART LIST IS GRAVITY FALLS. THE TITLE IS A SAYING OF CONFUSION. IT IS LIKE SAYING AIR BREATHES. OR WATER SWIMS. IT IS A MYSTERY IN ITSELF. THAT IS THE SHOW. MYSTERIES.
EVERYONE IN THE PICTURE IS A MAIN CHARACTER. EXCEPT THE TWO FOOLS IN FRONT. THEY ARE MAIN MAIN CHARACTER. IT IS BAD IF YOU MAKE AN EPISODE WITHOUT MAIN MAIN CHARACTERS. RIOTS WOULD HAPPEN. NOBODY WANTS THAT.
THE MAIN MAIN CHARACTER THAT IS HAT BOY GOES BY THE NAME DIPPER. WHAT DOES HE DIP? THAT IS ONE OF THE AFOREMENTIONED MYSTERIES.
SPARKLE-SHIRT GOES BY THE NAME MABEL. SHE IS APPARENTLY HIS SISTER WHICH I DO NOT QUITE UNDERSTAND. THEY DO NOT INHABIT THE SAME BODY. CONFUSING.
THE RED HAT MAN IN THE BACK IS STAN. HE IS HAT BOY AND SPARKLE-SHIRT’S “GRUNKLE”. FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND GRUNKLES ARE ENFORCERS OF WORK WITHIN YOUNGSTERS. GRUNKLES ALSO LOVE MONEY.
THE QUESTION DUDE IN THE BACK ALSO WORKS FOR THE GRUNKLE. HE GOES BY SOOS. WHAT KIND OF MAN GOES BY SOOS? HE IS QUITE OBVIOUSLY THE FOOLISH ONE.
NOW YOU MAY BE WONDERING. WHO BELONGS TO HAT BOY. IT CANT BE SPARKLE-SHIRT BECAUSE THEY ARE RELATED. HINT: IT IS THE ORANGE HAIRED ONE. BUT IT IS A CONFUSING RELATIONSHIP THAT I DO NOT WISH TO GO INTO.
NOW YOU MAY BE WONDERING AGAIN WITH YOUR IMPATIENT MIND. WHO IS THE ANTAGONIST IN THIS TOWN OF IDIOTS. I OPEN MY MOUTH IN FEIGN SURPRISE. LOOK CLOSER I TELL YOU. HE IS THE TRIANGLE HIDDEN BETWEEN THE BOARDS. ILLUMINATI. THAT IS THE HUMAN EXPRESSION FOR FINDING TRIANGLES.
THE TRIANGLE IS NAMED BILL. HE IS THE TRUE MYSTERY. I CAN SAY NO MORE ABOUT HIM. BECAUSE OF HIS ENIGMATIC SURROUNDING.
THE RULES SURROUNDING MY ARTWORK ARE IN PLAY. FEEL FREE TO SHOW IT TO YOUR MINISCULE NUMBER OF FRIENDS.
Title:True Friendship Characters:Luke, Clementine, Nick, Rebecca, Carlos, Alvin, Pete. Summary:Luke is Clementine’s age when Clem is taken to meet the Season 2 group for the first time. Author’s Note:Enjoy ^^ Strong language warning! Sequal is here Requested By:Anonymous
“Owch….” Clementine groaned as Pete shifted his hold on the young girl. Her wound continued to bleed profusely out of her shirt sleeve, making it even more apparent of the pain she was in.
“Sorry kid.” Pete’s gruff voice claimed, dodging a branch as he continued down the dirt path. “We’ll be at the cabin soon, just a few more minutes.”
It may not seem like a long wait for Pete, but for Clementine it felt like an eternity. Her arm was killing her. Literally too. She was loosing far too much blood, and if it didn’t get stitched up soon…
“Here.” Pete whispered, carefully approaching the cabin that contained Clementine’s soon-to-be allies.
Scanning the area for walkers before making his move, Pete dashed towards the front door of the cabin, and opened and shut it swiftly. “There. We’re safe.” He whispered, setting her down safely on the kitchen floor. Clementine’s hand immediately retreated to her wound, holding it gingerly as she took a cautious step forwards.
“We?” Rebecca’s angry voice called as she stormed into the kitchen, Alvin on her tail. Her eyes widened in surprise and anger as she noticed the young girl. “You brought a girl?”
“She needs our help.”
“Oh god…is that a bite?” Alvin demanded, gesturing to her arm.
“Oh hell no! No way did you bring a bite victim into this house!” Rebecca scolded, crossing her arms over her chest. Clementine frowned and sighed, watching as they fought over where to put her.
Hearing all the commotion, Carlos emerged from the living room and frowned. “Another little one, huh?” He grumbled.
“Carlos, she’s bit.” Rebecca claimed in anger. “She can’t stay here!”
“What are we supposed to do? Leave her outside?” Pete countered.
“I don’t care where she stays, as long as it’s not here!” Rebecca stated firmly.
Hearing the door creak again, Clementine expected to see another angry adult, but instead a little boy around her age walked in. He had an orange shirt on, ruffled brown hair, and a strap on his back that carried a kid-sized plastic sword.
“Luke, go back into the living room please.” Carlos requested sternly.
“But who’s this?” He asked, gesturing towards Clem.
Rebecca sighed “We don’t know her name. And frankly, that doesn’t matter.”
“It’s Clementine.” The young girl stated angrily. The room was silent as all eyes locked onto her. “My name is Clementine,” She repeated. “I’m human too, so please stop talking about me like I’m not here.”
Luke gave a small smile before Nick ushered him back into the living and returned to the kitchen to see what was going on.
The room was silent upon hearing this statement, not really knowing what to do or say.
Pete’s voice pierced the silent air like a bullet. “Go wait in the living room Clementine,” Pete said said quietly, placing a hand on her back and very nudging her forwards through the crowd. “We just have some things to talk about.”
She carefully made her way through the kitchen, everyone’s harsh gazes stabbing into her back. Reaching the living room at last, she sighed and flinched in pain as she bent her arm a wrong way.
“Are you okay?” Luke’s voice echoed through the room. Clementine looked up, tears of pain blocking her vision as she glanced at the boy.
Clementine was about to speak, but stopped and crumpled over in pain. “Ah!” She cried in complete agony.
With a tiny gasp, Luke rushed over to her and helped pull her to her feet by wrapping an arm around her waist. “I’ll bring you to the couch.” He carefully placed her in a lying position before kneeling at her bedside and staring at her wounded arm. “What happened to you?”
Clementine flinched in pain, as if by just looking at it he was causing physical peril. “A dog bit me.”
“Owch…” He whispered with a frown. Carefully, he rolled the sleeve up, causing Clem to cry out in pain. Luke’s eyes were filled with sorrow as he watched her cry. He quickly removed his hands and returned l them to his sides. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Clementine panted madly, tears rolling down her cheeks but she nodded anyways. “It’s okay.”
A brief moment of silence fell over them like a blanket before Luke spoke once again. “I’m Luke.” Clementine turned to look at him in confusion before he continued. “I already know your name, it’s Clementine.” Maybe by talking to her he would be able to take her mind off the pain she was feeling.
“Yeah.” She whispered sadly, her voice cracking.
“You look like you’re my age…12?”
“11.” She responded, softening up to the boy a little. He seemed genuinely concerned for her, it helped her relax a little more.
Luke gave a warm smile. “Cool. It’s nice to have someone around who’s my age. Well, and talks to me.”
Clementine frowned at the statement, shifting in her seat. “Is there another kid here?”
Luke nodded. “Yep. Sarah, she’s Carlos’s daughter. He’s the guy with the accent. Carlos doesn’t like me talking to her.” Luke shook his head and kneeled in front of her arm again. “So, a dog bit you?”
“Yeah, but I think everyone in there believes it’s a walker bite.”
Luke’s eyes widened. “Wait—really?! Does that mean that they’re…..” Luke’s eyes continued to grow in pure horror. Here was a person his age that was finally willing and able to talk to him, and she might get killed? “No! No! It’s not a walker bite, clearly it’s a dog bite!”
“They don’t seem to think that way.”
Luke huffed in determination. “I won’t let them hurt you, I won’t let them take you away. I promise!”
Before another word could be uttered between the two, the adults all re-entered the room. “Luke, stay away.” Carlos claimed, gently pushing him out of the way as he kneeled in front of the girl.
As soon as he was ushered away from her side he grew defensive. “Why?” Luke asked, hurt and worry evident in his voice. “I’m nicer to her than you guys ever will be.”
Carlos shot him a daring glare before turning back to Clem. However, Clem gave a soft smile. She liked this Luke kid, he really seemed to be one to state what he was thinking. It’s good to have that kind of person around sometimes. He was sweet, and she enjoyed having someone like that around.
Carefully, Carlos lifted Clem’s arm off the couch and examined the wound, causing Clem to wail in pain as he twisted her arm back and forth.
Luke jumped at hearing the distress cry and quickly ran back to her side, shoving Carlos away. “Stop it! You’re hurting her!” He yelled, standing above Clementine as if he was her bodyguard.
“Luke…” Rebecca growled.
“You guys can’t and won’t hurt her. I won’t let you! She’s my friend. You’re not laying a finger on her as long as I’m around!”
Silence. Complete silence.
Clementine’s smile grew greatly upon hearing his speech. He was sticking up for her. Carlos sighed, pushing himself to his feet using his knees.
“What? Is that it?” Rebecca asked in complete astonishment. “Luke stands in from of you and you fold?!”
“I don’t know if it’s a walker bite. But I doubt she would be lying, what would she have to gain?”
Luke’s shoulders relaxed greatly at the comment. Carlos left the room, claiming that he was off to grab medical supplies to treat the wound, while Rebecca stormed after him and the others went their separate ways.
Luke turned around and smiled at his friend. “You’re okay now. I promise.”
“Thank you.” Clementine said, her smile becoming more and more genuine the more time passed.
“That’s what friends are for.” When Carlos returned Luke scurried to the other side of the couch and watched carefully. “You won’t hurt her right?”
“It may sting a little, but I’m sure she can handle it.”
Luke quickly slipped his hand into Clementine’s good one, smiling sweetly at her as he did so. “Squeeze if it hurts, okay? I’ll make him stop.”
Clementine’s smile faded greatly as he began to pour on disinfectant, she squeezed Luke’s hand lightly but never enough to cause Luke to say anything.
Carlos sighed, stood and set the items back on the table. “You can sleep here for the night if you wish. We will decide what the plan is tomorrow.”
Just as the door clicked shut behind him, Luke crawled in front of his new friend. “Will you be okay to sleep here?” Clementine nodded with a small chuckle at his worry. “Because if you want you can have my room and—”
He stopped when Clementine pressed a quick and gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’m perfect here. Thanks Luke.”
Luke blinked in shocked, his cheeks flushing red before he relaxed in a lying position on the floor. “If you’re sleeping down here, then so am I.”
“I don’t want to leave your side, Clem. And I promise I won’t. But you need to promise to not leave mine.” Luke held up his pinky for her to promise on.
Clem immediately wrapped her finger around his own. “I promise.”
Of course… Of course Harry doesn’t want you to go to a foreign country without him. But, you want to see your friends… Without him. “(Y/N)! I said no! It’s too dangerous without me!” He screamed. “So when you’re gone, you don’t think that I’m worried too? You don’t think that I know it’s not safe when you’re gone?” You defend back. You’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, but just won’t let you. “What if someone tries to rape you? O-or kill you? Fight you? Do anything to you? I won’t be there to help!” He asked. “I’ll be fine! I have a rape whistle. I’ll be with my friends the whole time, and nothing is going to happen to me. I’ll be perfectly safe! And I’ll be perfectly fine!” You screamed. “I know… I’m sorry,” Harry apologized. He sat down trying to figure out why he’d been so protective, “I-I guess I’m just not used to you leaving. I’m always the one to leave, not you…” He murmured. “Harry, it’ll all be fine once I get back. I won’t be gone for long, and I’ll be safe. I promise!” “I know you will. I just don’t want you to leave,"he whispered. "I’ll be back soon, Haz,” you sat down next to him and pulled a stray curl behind his ear. You looked at him with sorrow while he was looking at his feet. “You can go, I’m sorry for being a butt. I-I was just being protective of you, I think. I’ve never really felt this protective over you…” He whispered.
“Ready?” Louis asked quietly. “Ready as I’ll ever be…” You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath. Louis snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you in tightly. You could tell he was mad because of the heat radiating off his skin. “Louis, please don’t be mad. It’s just going to make things much worse,” you murmured. “But they always end up hurting you, (Y/N)! I don’t want that for you…” He whispered. “Louis, I’ll be fine. Come'on.” Security huddles all around you as you walk out of the building. All these paps start asking all these random questions. “(Y/N)! Are you pregnant?” “Why are you dating Louis?” “Were you two smoking?” Why do you have those tattoos?“ ”(Y/N), you’ve gained more weight!“ The statements and questions went on and on. Louis’s hand started to ball up into a fist, and started to breath heavily. He swiftly turned around, "Leave (Y/N) alone! She’s beautiful the way she is, and she hasn’t gained any weight. Stop being so hypocritical for once and leave her alone. You don’t judge her, you judge me!” Louis yelled. His voice boomed throughout the parking garage. The paps quickly went silent and looked confused. “Let’s go…” You whispered, “Louis, let’s go.”
You’ve always wanted the club experience, so for your birthday you decided to go with Liam. Black lights were all around the club, and people were covered in neon paint. “I’ll be right back!” Liam yelled over the music. You danced a bit at the bar until you felt a pair of hands slap your bum. “Hello, sexy,” a strange man spoke as he swiftly turned you around, and smiled. “Sorry, I have a boyfriend!” You yelled. He held you close and buried his face into your neck, “and I have a wife…” “Get off me!” You screamed. You pushed him away, but he wouldn’t let go of you. You saw Liam out of the corner of your eye and knew what he was going to do. “Get off her!” Liam ripped the large man off of you, and shoved him away. “Whatever man. I’ll find myself another slut.” “Slut?” Liam yelled. “Yeah that’s right. Slut!” The large man yelled again. Liam lunged forward at the guy, and punched his face. “Liam!” You screamed. You went over and stood in between them, and yelled as loud as you can. People all over looked at you and soon, the music stopped. “Let’s go home, Liam…” You whispered. On the way home, you could tell how bad Liam felt. “(Y/N), I’m really sorry for turning your night into a fight. I shouldn’t have left you, and I shouldn’t have gotten so angry…” Liam mutters. “It’s whatever. Just forget about it, please?” You asked quietly.
“Your curfew is 9:30, and that’s final…” Zayn said. “Dad! The legal curfew isn’t even until 12!” Your daughter Blane yells. “Okay? And? I don’t want you out there getting drunk, going to parties, having sex! You’re not ready yet!” He quickly answers. “Everybody else’s curfew is at 12!” She fired back. “We’re not everyone else, Blane!” He laughed. “Dad!” She screeched. “Fine!
10! That’s as far as I’m going!” He said. “Dad! I’m 17! I’m not doing drugs, and plus I’m not ready for sex! Please let me stay out longer!” Blane kept on yelling. Zayn just shook his head. “Mom?” Blane asked. “11… No later,” you said. “Yes!” She squealed, “thank you, thank you, thank you!” She took you by surprise and hugged you tightly. “(Y/N)?” Zayn screamed. “She’s 17! Let her have her fun while she can. Remember how we had our curfew at 11? I was 17 and I could handle it…” You said. “Ugh, I want to know who it is you’re having sex with, and where you’re going, and what you’re doing!” Zayn huffed. “Dad!” She screeched again. If they kept this up any longer, Blane’ll have no time to go out.
You and Niall were having a surprisingly nice, quiet date. I mean, you don’t get dates as often as you’d like, but they’re always amazing ones. Niall just thought that it’d be nice if you went out to see the sunset out on the beach. You held hands together, and sat close to each other while watching the orange sky turn black. Soon, you heard snickering behind you. You heard your names a couple times, and you knew that Niall was getting annoyed with it. “Do you have something to say to (Y/N)?” Niall rolled over and asked. “No… We have something to say to you.” The red haired girl spoke up. Niall raised his eyebrows as they talked, “When are you going to leave (Y/N)? I mean honestly, she isn’t really all the special, nor pretty…” She said. Your heart dropped. The other girl spoke up, “You seriously could so better than that, Niall. I bet one of us would shag you better than her!” She cackled. “Niall?” You whispered. He looked at you, and knew that you wanted to leave. “Really girls… If you wanted to shag me, that’s cool. But it’s not going to happen. She’s really the most beautiful-est girl that I’ve ever met, and she is all that special to me! If you can’t accept her, then some fan you are. Don’t even think about going to a concert, buying the albums or even talking about us. And don’t you dare for one second think you’re better than (Y/N)!” Niall huffed. He cupped your cheek, and kissed you passionately before standing up, and walking you away from them.
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Harry: A heavy arm laid across your chest, Harry’s breathing heavy in your ear as the sun shone into the room. Trying to be gentle, you slid his arm, moving it inch by inch from covering you. Harry groaned in his sleep, reaching out to grab you again, pulling you closer against his chest. You barely heard the words as they dripped with exhaustion and the need for company, for companionship. “Don’t go.” Harry kept you close, refusing to let go, at least for the morning after.
Louis: You found yourself alone in the bed, thankful that you wouldn’t have to face the guy you’d slept with last night. Sure to be quiet, you listened for a running shower, assuming that he was taking a bath when you heard nothing. Slipping into your clothes and grabbing your heels from the floor, you tiptoed out of the bedroom, flinching when a voice surprised you. “There you are.” Louis smiled, pants hanging low on his hips. Walking barefoot to the table where he sat down a couple of plates, both filled with piping hot food. He was casual as he laughed, pulling out a chair. “I know you’re not pulling the sneak out on me. At least stay and have breakfast.”
Niall: Niall seemed completely distraught when you woke, rushing around the room with only one sock on, hopping into his pants on one leg. “Shit shit shit.” He cursed repeatedly, glancing at the watch on his wrist, noting the time. You kept the sheet around yourself, beginning to put on your clothes as well, glancing in the mirror at your smeared makeup, walking swiftly to the bathroom for a quick face wash. When you came back out Niall was stuffing his wallet into his pocket, groaning as someone knocked on the door. “I’m coming!” He called, freezing when you walked back out, reaching for your bag that sat in a chair. “Where are you going?” He questioned. “Home.” You replied quickly, a small smile on your face as you tried reaching around him, his arm stopping you from moving. “No no no.” He was nearly frantic. “Just stay here. I’ve got a rehearsals and a show in a little while but just wait for me here. Order takeout or something but just stay please. I want to see you again.” He moved you to the bed so you sat in place, kissing you once and leaving you dumbfounded, spending the morning and day in a hotel room, waiting on a guy who you though would be just one night.
Liam: You pinched at the bridge of your nose, the light of the room blinding you, forcing you back under the covers. “Good morning.” A voice greeted you, the guy you’d slept with the previous night holding out a bottle glass of orange juice to which you pushed away, gagging at the thought of tasting anything else. “Morning, bottle of water will do if you have it. I should take it to go.” You moved from the bed, using the sheets to cover yourself as you gathered your clothes, all scattered across the room, your underwear draped across the lamp shade. Blushing, you dressed yourself, until Liam spoke again, now with a glass of water and a couple of pain killers. “Just stay, at least until you feel better and I know your name.” He flushed at the idea that he hadn’t even been able to remember that piece of information from the night before, but ready and willing to keep your company and learn.
Zayn: You rolled over, your breathing steadying just as Zayn’s was, completely prepared to slip back into your dress and shoes and head out for the night. You sat up, pulling your hair over one side of your shoulder as you stood, gathering your clothes from the small pile by the bed. “Would you mind calling me a cab?” You asked, standing and slipping on your underwear. Before you knew it you felt two arms string around you, pulling you back until he’d nearly thrown you onto the bed, puckered lips pressing to your skin, a glint of mischief in Zayn’s eyes. “Who says we’re done? The way I see it, you’ll be here at least until morning.” He tugged at the string of your panties, flimsy and snapping between his fingers.
tentoo/rose, ~8k, adult. this fic is a gift for @timelordinvictus as part of the @dwsecretsanta 2015! this lovely person requested tentoo/rose smut and also mentioned she enjoys fluff. so, naturally, this is a combination of the two. it’s quite festive, and a little bit insufferably fluffy… i hope it’s what you wanted! merry christmas, happy holidays, all that. hope you enjoy it <3 thanks to @shutupandlovetennant and @hanluvr for the beta work. ao3 (no more teaspoon for me)
Rose climbs out of her shiny black sedan, slings her heavy bag over her shoulder, and reaches inside to lift a stack of paperwork from the passenger seat. A week ‘off’ from work doesn’t mean there isn’t loads of electronic filing to do. She winces at the freezing metal on her fingers as she grabs the roof to steady herself, and backs away to slam the door with her foot. Of course, the first day it snowed this year had to be the day she forgot to wear her gloves.
It snows more in this universe. Back home it snowed maybe once or twice a year, but here, it’s more like once a week in the winter months. She doesn’t much fancy being cold, and it’s hell to drive in icy conditions, especially in the dark. But she takes in the sight of the frosted rooftops and windowsills of deep maroon buildings, lampposts capped with miniature mountains of white fluff, barren trees weighed down with it. Fresh flakes gently descend through the still night air, and the deep navy sky is sprinkled with dim white stars, and suddenly she can’t help but be thankful for the snow and the cold. It’s beautiful.