then i was layin here and yeah you know the rest

Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”

“Sixteen.”

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”

“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”

“Hey, Two-Bit.”

“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”

“Soda?”

“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full…I got so scared..”

“Your boyfriends?”

“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well…”

“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”

“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”

“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”

“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”

“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”

“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”

“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.

“Okay.”

“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”

“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”

“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”

“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“It’s too late now. Here they come.”

“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”

“I killed him. I killed that boy.”

“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”

“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade…they were gonna be me up…”

“Yeah. Like they did before.”

“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”

“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”

“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”

“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”

“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”

“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”

“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”

“Wish I had me a weed.”

“Sure, Dally, thanks.”

“Now.”

“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”

“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”

“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”

“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”

“Shoot, you are too.”

“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”

“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”

“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches…”

“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”

“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”

“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”

“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”

“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”

“No. We gotta bleach it first.”

“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”

“Go ahead and cut it.”

“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”

“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”

“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”

“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”

“I know. Things have been happening so fast…”

“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”

“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”

“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared…There sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry…”

“Yeah.”

“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”

“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”

“Yeah…in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”

“Golly. That sure is pretty.”

“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”

“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”

“What?”

“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”

“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”

“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”

“You’re starved?”

“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”

“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”

“A spy? Who?”

“Cherry? The Soc?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”

“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess…I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”

“My parents, did they ask about me?”

“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”

“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”

“Hey, Ponyboy.”

“The window stopped him.”

‘Naw…Too fat.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”

“Get out!”

“Hey, y’all.”

“Don’t…don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “

“He came by.”

“Came to see Dally.”

“Tuff enough.”

“The book—can you get another one?”

“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t…I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back…”

“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”

“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”

“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself…I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”

“Hey.”

“Useless…fighting’s no good…”

“Ponyboy.”

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”

The Birds and the Bees- Meihem One-Shot (NSFW)

The question had come from nowhere.

Mei hadn’t been expecting it at all, not while she was laying in bed still panting and sweating, her body only just starting to cool from their third round of the night.

Junkrat had returned from a mission in Egypt, arriving on a ship that had landed earlier that evening after almost four weeks away. The junker had shoved his way past his colleagues, waved Roadhog off as his bodyguard headed for the cafeteria, made a beeline for Mei’s dorms, and had set upon her like a man possessed as soon as she’d barely opened the door. That had been hours ago, and the junker’s libido was finally starting to slow down, allowing Mei to at least catch her breath. She was an absolute mess, her hair damp and sticking out in all directions, her body flushed pink and glistening with perspiration, and the insides of her thighs were still wet and sticky. He had just rolled off her in a similar state of disarray, though disarray was hardly an unusual state for him in the first place. He was grinning as always, laying sprawled on his back next to the dazed woman atop her rumpled snowflake sheets.

There was finally room for something else in his brain, able to think of something other than sex. Well, the thoughts were still sex-related, but he wasn’t really sure where they had come from. He’d taken Mei to bed countless times since their first night together and he’d never really thought of it before. He’d been focused on…other things at the time. Still, the thought he had was intriguing. Really, it was a good question, he decided, so he turned to her and he asked it.

“Oi, Mei.”

“Mm?” She gave a little moan next to him, eyes closed and barely listening.

“Did ya ever want a baby?”

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Always A Surprise...

A/N: First of many Valentine’s Day pieces to come with everyone’s favorite murder husband! I’ve been cookin’ up some things in my absence so there’s a lot more to come ♥

Word Count: 1767

He was warm.

God, he was so warm.

And his smell… It was almost as smothering as his massive form lying like a boulder, dead to the world right now. It was very rarely that Frank slept heavy, and when he did I enjoyed those moments. He needed all the rest he could get and I made sure not to disturb him, moving as little and as quietly as I could.

I stretched the night’s sleep away and rolled over, wrapping an arm comfortably around his torso. He didn’t budge. I closed my eyes and pressed my nose to his chest, inhaling his intoxicating aroma. The majority of the time he’d smell like metal and tough leather, but after a fresh shower like last night’s he’d smell like a cool ocean breeze. I held him closer to me, letting him keep me warm under the thin, cheap blankets he kept on his bed. I didn’t wanna get up but I was starving and needed to get to my place soon to get ready for work.

I delicately traced a figure eight in the center of his chest, dreading that I’d have to leave this bed in a short matter of minutes. After kissing his jaw sweetly I crept out of bed, finding my blouse from last night and tossing it on, my jeans following suit. I went to heat up the pot he kept full of coffee since I wouldn’t have time to make some at home and grabbed the milk from his fridge. This would have to do since I knew better than to search for cream and sugar. Max crept up beside me and I greeted him with a nice rub behind the ears. “Good morning, handsome.” Above the counter were some snacks that I dug into. Frank thought I spoiled him which may be true, but I thought that was the whole point of having a dog. “Aren’t you such a good boy? Yeah you are…”

“You sweet talk him better than you do me.” I turned to the gravelly morning voice behind me with a sleepy, playful grin.

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anonymous asked:

for the request thing ¨just breathe, okay?¨ with jack kelly???

thank you so much for your request!

warnings: race got beat up, blood is mentioned

“Hey…hey, Racer? Just breathe, okay?” Jack was running back to the Manhattan lodging house, with a beaten and bloodied Race in his arms. Race had managed to piss of the Delancey brothers, which they didn’t appreciate.

Race coughed, and groaned. “‘M tryin’, Jack. It hurts so much.”

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anonymous asked:

I would love LOVE a longer ficlet of robron cuddles on the sofa

It’s late when he gets home. Friday traffic keeping him away a lot longer than he’d hoped, made him late for dinner. He’s had a long, annoying day and all he wants is a beer and Aaron. He’s probably cleared off to the pub having waited so long for Robert to get home.

The flat is in darkness when he lets himself in and he’s about to turn round and go to the pub when he sees movement on the sofa. Just as he’s about to turn the light on Aaron’s voice stops him.

“Don’t.”

“What’s the matter? Why are you sitting in the dark?”

“Headache. Put one of the little lights on, just not the big ones.” He does and slips off his jacket before heading over to the sofa, leaning on the back, hand reaching out for Aaron’s forehead. He smiles a little when he’s pushed away. “Gerroff.”

“Want me to make you some tea? Have you eaten?”

“Not hungry. Tea sounds good. There’s some leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

“Maybe later.” He potters about in the kitchen making them tea. When he’s done he sets them on the table before nudging Aaron up on the sofa so he can sit next to him, wrapping his arms around him so he can rest back against him. “Ok?”

“Mmm. Nice.” He runs his fingers gently through Aaron’s hair knowing it sometimes helps. “Good day?”

“It was fine until I hit the traffic. You?”

“Yeah. Mum invited us round for tea on Sunday. Said we would.”

“Seb’s coming, don’t forget. We’ll have to take him with us.”

“Damn and I was going to leave him here.” Robert smiles at the sarcasm, but he can’t resist tickling him slightly. “Mum ok now, you know that. Anyway, Cain and Moira are bringing Isaac so he’ll have someone to play with.”

Some days it baffled him, how they’d managed it, how he could be this lucky. He hadn’t thought it possible that he could have this again, Aaron in his arms. He didn’t deserve him, this wonderful man who had accepted his son, treated him as his own, loved him.

“You’re thinking too hard again.”

“Hmm. Thought maybe we could go to the zoo or something but tea at your Mum’s sounds good.”

“Can do both.” He groaned as Aaron squirmed about, a rogue elbow catching him in the stomach. “Pass my tea.”

“What did your last slave die of?” He does it anyway, holding his own, letting it warm his hands before he took a sip. “Did Liv call?”

“Yeah, not for long. She was heading out to a party. Said she’d be home next weekend.”

“Be good to have her home. How’s your head?”

“Better.”

“You want to watch a film or something?”

“In a bit. Nice just layin’ here, with you.”

“Ok. We’ll just stay here.”

Take Care - A Sasil Fic

Just a little day-in-the-life-of fluffy fic. One shot for now. @parisian-nicole


Sally Ann sat in the passenger seat of Frida’s car. “Thanks for goin’ shoppin’ with me.”

Frida laughed. “The thanks belongs to you. I been needin’ a good reason to get outta my place for days. Plus, what kinda woman doesn’t enjoy a lil bargain’ huntin’?”

“True.” Sally Ann unbuckled her seatbelt as Frida put the car in park outside of her and Hasil’s new apartment.

“Your man’s done good earnin’ y'all some cash.”

Sally Ann nodded as she started gathering shopping bags into her arms. She was proud of Hasil, but his new method of earning income left her nerves on edge. “Yeah. He’s done good. Just can’t wait until I can find somethin’ and contribute too.”

“Hey now.” Frida wagged her finger at her new friend. “You’re busy growin’ his baby and makin’ your home a home. Take a little credit for what you’re doin’ now. You’ll find somethin’ else soon enough.”

“I know. I just…”

“You’re worried ‘bout him.” Frida gave her a sweet smile. “I don’t need my psychic powers to tell that much.” She pulled a plastic shopping bag from the backseat and held it up. “I mean, this whole damn thing is filled with first aid stuff.” Frida continued when Sally Ann gave no response. “Look sweetie, I know the feelin’. Butch’s line of work ain’t the sorta thing that leaves me restin’ easy at night either. You just gotta hope it’s temporary you know. I play my numbers every week and one day Butch and I are gonna hit it big. Then we’ll be livin’ up in a mansion somewhere far from here… and we’ll adopt 'bout ten babies.”

This made Sally Ann laugh.

“Seriously though. Keep prayin’, support him, and work hard… and when that ain’t enough, you find somethin’ to keep your mind busy… like gettin’ that nasty ass apartment of y'alls clean. Come on.”

The girls spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening scrubbing the apartment from top to bottom. Sally Ann couldn’t remember ever feeling more exhausted. She leaned against the kitchen counter and guzzled a glass of water.

“Well.” Frida stood in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips. “It still looks like shit in here, but at least it smells better. I’d say it was a productive day.” She checked her phone. “Butch texted. He says Hasil is with him.”

“Good. I was wonderin’ why he wasn’t home yet.” Sally Ann smiled at her first reference to their home. She hadn’t seen Hasil since they got the keys to their place early that morning. He’d taken on another day job, but made sure to pack his own food and water this time.

“They’ll be back soon. Butch asked me to order some Chinese for dinner.”

Sally Ann’s stomach did a back flip at the mere mention of food. “That sounds good.”

“Well what d'y'all want? Dinner is on me. I can practically hear that poor fetus begging for nourishment from here.”

“Oh I couldn’t. You’ve already done so—”

“Hush now and take what’s offered to ya. I’ll have it delivered here and just take our stuff on home. What d'ya want?”



Sally Ann set up a little dinner picnic on the floor since the only furniture she and Hasil had at the moment was the mattress lying in the center of the living room. She lit some candles and transferred the food from the to-go cartons to the dishes she picked up at the thrift store. The apartment didn’t look so bad in the soft light. She’d just finished pouring a couple of glasses of water when she heard Hasil unlocking the front door.

“Sally Ann?” he called out before even looking up. “Oh, there ya are. Hey.” He placed his hand on the small of her back as he leaned in for a quick kiss. “How was your day?” His eyes drifted around the small apartment. “You been busy. It looks nice in here.” His eyes landed on the food. “Smells good too.”

Sally Ann laughed. “You hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Frida bought us dinner. We’ve got some fried rice, beef and broccoli, General Tso’s chicken—”

“Whose chicken?”

She snorted out a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Go wash your hands.”

Sally Ann turned on the old little radio she and Frida found at a yard sale that morning. It helped to drown out the sound of their noisy neighbors. She passed Hasil his plate once he sat down and watched as he began to devour the food. “You weren’t lyin’ when you said you were hungry.”

He nodded, mouth full of broccoli.

“You’ll have to pack a bigger lunch next time you go out.”

Hasil finished chewing what was in his mouth and set down his plate. “Honestly, Sally Ann, goin’ out there feels like such a waste of time and energy. One night fightin’ I can make what I’d get off a week layin’ bricks and spreadin’ tar… prob'ly more'n that. I was wantin’ to talk to ya 'bout it because tomorrow night—”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Now wait a minute, hear me out. There’s a fight tomorrow night and Butch says I could take this guy easy. He—”

“Hasil no. Your face isn’t even healed from your last fight yet.”

He used his fork to push his rice into a little mountain on his plate and chuckled. “Well I won’t let 'im hit me in the face.”

“Hasil this isn’t funny.”

He put his fork down and took her hand. “I know. I know. But we need the paper, right? You said yourself you oughta be goin’ to the doctor every month and you ain’t been yet. Let me do this fight, and we’ll use that cash to get ya to the doctor, alrigh’?”

She knew he was right, but she didn’t want to agree to it. Not yet. Instead she pouted and picked up her plate.

Hasil grinned, knowing that she had silently conceded. “Everythin’ will be okay.” He studied her as she began to eat her food and quickly traded his smile for a frown. “Oh c'mon Sally Ann, now you’re jus’ bein’ dramatic. We ain’t that bad off. You ain’t gotta eat your dinner with sticks. Here.” He picked up a spare fork and held it out to her.

She nearly choked on her food with laughter and spent the next few minutes showing Hasil how to use chopsticks. The mood was instantly lightened and they were able to finish their meal in peace.

Hasil patted his belly. “That was good. I’m full.”

“Wait, you gotta make room for dessert.” Sally Ann got up and dug around the bottom of the brown paper sack that everything came in. “Fortune cookies.”

Hasil raised an eyebrow. “Fortune cookies?”

She passed Hasil one of the small packaged treats. “Yeah. Inside there is a paper with your fortune on it. Break open the cookie and I’ll read it. It’s just for fun.”

“Alrigh’.” He took off the wrapper and broke open the cookie.

“See? There it is.” Sally Ann watched Hasil pull out the thin white strip of paper. “You know how to make it more fun?” she asked.

He laughed and handed her the paper. “No.”

“Say 'in bed’ right after I read your fortune.”

Hasil looked a little confused, but nodded.

“Okay. Ready? 'An unexpected relationship will become permanent…’”

“In bed,” Hasil added quickly.

Sally Ann rolled on the floor laughing.

Hasil scratched his head, more humored by Sally Ann’s reaction than the actual fortune. “Well we did make a baby in bed and tha’s pretty damn permanent.” He ran his hand over his mustache. “Open yours.”

She composed herself and cracked open her cookie. “'Tell them what you really think. Otherwise nothing will change… ’”

“In bed.” He chuckled. “These cookies are pretty smart.” He leaned over onto all fours to give her a kiss. “Thanks for dinner. Thanks for makin’ our place nice and clean too.” He kissed her again. Longer this time. Her eyes stayed closed a few seconds after he pulled away. “Tell me what ya really think,” he said with a small grin.

“I think… I like that. And I’d like some more… after you shower.”

He tapped the side of her jaw. “Sounds good to me.” He got up and took a few steps toward the bathroom before pausing. “Hey we gotta pay for that shower water?”

Sally Ann gathered up their dishes and put them in the sink. “Yeah. We gotta pay for everything.”

He shrugged. “Then what do you say we knock out two showers in one?”

She rolled her eyes at his suggestive tone, but couldn’t deny that he had a good point. “Okay, but no funny business or we’ll end up usin’ more than we would separately.”

Hasil shrugged. “There ain’t nothin’ funny 'bout what I was thinkin’.”

Sally Ann could feel heat rush her cheeks as she smiled and shook her head at her guy. “You know what I mean Hasil. I’ll be in there in a second.” She cleaned up the remains of their dinner and went to meet him in the bathroom. His dirty clothes were in a neat little pile on the floor and she could see his handsome silhouette through the shower curtain.

“C'mon in,” he called. “This thing here is 'bout one of the best inventions y'all got. This and Chinese food.”

“I don’t know if you can really call Chinese food an invention exactly. Maybe the fortune cookies.”

“That don’t make no sense.”

Sally Ann laughed. “Yeah it does.” She climbed in the shower behind him and gasped when the water touched her skin. Chill bumps quickly spread over her entire body. “Hasil this water is freezing! Do you not know you can make it warm?” She reached over and turned the dial toward hot.

“What ya talkin’ 'bout? I did make it warm. And holy—”

She watched as Hasil squirmed and bounced around to get from beneath what he registered as very, very hot water.

“Holy hell woman. How are ya’ standin’ in that?”

“It’s not even that hot.” She laughed at the way he reached his arm around and tried to adjust the temperature without letting the water touch him. They fought back and forth until they both realized a compromise would never be found. There was nothing sexy about the way they quickly scrubbed down and got out.



Sally Ann collapsed onto the mattress and watched Hasil gather up the trash to take out. She’d forgotten to pick up a waste bin while she was shopping earlier.

“Be right back,” he said before disappearing out the front door. He returned just a couple of minutes later. “Kinda thought you’d be asleep before I got back.” He locked the door and stepped out of his boots.

Sally Ann snuggled into the clean sheets. “No. I’m beat, but not super sleepy yet.”

“Yeah, well you did a lot today.”

“So did you.”

He nodded and pulled his tank top over his head. “It’s 'bout to rain.”

“Good. I like rainy nights.” She reached an arm out toward him. “Come get in bed.”

He smirked at her and did as he was told. She was resting on her side and he matched his body behind hers like a puzzle piece. They lay in silence for several minutes until thunder rolled and the sky broke open.

“There’s the rain,” Sally Ann said.

“There’s the rain.”

She pulled on his arm a little so he’d wrap it tighter around her. “Hasil?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you’re here with me. I know how hard it was to leave your family.”

“It was hard…” He paused. “It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but it was also one of the easiest. If tha’ makes any sense.”

Sally Ann hoped he’d elaborate, and after a few moments, he did.

“Ya see, my family is up on tha’ mountain…But it’s also here.” He shifted his arm so that his hand rested over her lower belly. “And here.” He gently kissed the back of her neck. “And it’s here.” He moved his mouth to her exposed shoulder and pressed his lips to her skin again. “And here.” He continued to plant kisses on every bit of her skin that he could reach, his tickly mustache forcing giggles out of her as he did. “I’ll take care of ya,” he whispered in her ear as she settled down.

“I’ll take care of you, too.”



Hasil woke up in the middle of the night sprawled across the middle of the mattress. He sat up and looked around in the darkness. “Sally Ann?”

She didn’t answer, but he could see that the light was on in the bathroom. He stood and parted the blinds to look outside. The rain was coming down in sheets. He watched it as he waited for Sally Ann to come out. When she didn’t show after a few minutes, he went and gently knocked on the door. “Sally Ann? You okay?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t sound okay.” He tried turning the door knob, but it was locked. “Sally Ann open the door.”

“Hasil go back to sleep. You don't—” Her words were exchanged for forceful heaving.

He knocked on the door again. “Sally Ann come on. Don’t be hard headed. Let me in.”

The only response was the sound of her puking into the toilet bowl and it made Hasil wish he were home up the mountain. Not because he wanted to be away from her, but because it’d be so much easier to help. She wouldn’t be able to lock herself away from him and he’d be able to dig up some fresh ginger root and make some tea to settle her stomach. He walked to the kitchen to get her a glass of water instead.

“Sally Ann open the door,” he said when he returned.

“Hasil I’m fine really.” He’d never seen her sick before. They’d been dealing with so much hard reality. She just wanted to preserve a little bit of the fairytale.

He stared at the thin wooden door thinking about how easy it’d be to just bust it open, but he couldn’t do that because fixing it would cost money they didn’t have. He drummed on the door frame as he thought about what he could say to get her to let him in. He knocked yet again when the words came to him. “I know you didn’t forget that quick, Sally Ann.”

The toilet flushed. “Forget what?”

“The las’ thing we said ta one another before we fell asleep.”

There was a pause, some rustling, and the sound of the door unlocking. She stood there looking sweaty and miserable.

“You gon let me take care of ya?”

She nodded and returned to her spot on the floor near the toilet. Hasil dampened a clean washcloth with cool water and sat on the edge of the tub. She leaned back against his knees and let him place the cloth on her forehead. “How long you been in here like this?”

She closed her eyes and tried to breathe through the queasy feeling in her stomach. “I dunno. Maybe an hour?”

“What’s got ya sick? The Chinese food or the baby?”

“Pretty sure it’s the baby.”

“Well that ain’t very nice of him.”

She cracked a small smile.

“We’re gonna have t’ work on his manners. Here, drink some water.” He watched her take a few small sips and then encouraged her to take a few more.

“Do you think it’s a boy?” she asked.

He thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess that’s what I’ve been imaginin’, but I think I’d be pretty taken by a little baby girl that looks just like you.”

Sally Ann leaned over the toilet and hurled again.

“I mean maybe not like ya in this exact momen’—”

She reached behind herself to slap at him as she continued to be sick.

“I’m just teasin’,” he said as he rubbed her back.

It was another hour before the nausea faded. Sally Ann fell asleep with her head in his lap. He sat there on the bathroom floor for a while. He looked at the peeling paint on the walls, listened to the sound of the rain, felt the rise and fall of Sally Ann’s chest against his legs and was content. Soon his own eyes grew heavy, so he carefully lifted Sally Ann from the ground and carried her back to bed with him. “We’ll be alrigh’,” he said aloud before falling back asleep.

jinkohathstolenthecoffee  asked:

If you're taking fic requests, Karen has cramps, Frank helps out?

Cramps

Frank told himself that he only stopped by for a shower. He wasn’t here to check on Karen, he wasn’t here to make sure she hadn’t gotten into any trouble, he wasn’t going to let himself be attached to someone again. 

But once those feelings were there, it was clear they weren’t ever going to go away. 

“Ma’am?” Frank called out, stepping out of the bathroom dressed in a fresh set of black cargo pants and a long-sleeved black shirt. 

When he had stepped into the bathroom twenty minutes ago, Karen was sitting on the couch with her laptop in front of her, typing frantically. But now the apartment was in silence. 

“Yeah?” she replied, her voice muffled and pained.

Brows furrowed in concern, Frank stepped closer to the couch and saw Karen now laying down across the floor. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, her body twisted into the foetal position. 

“Jesus, what’s wrong?” he asked, immediately concerned.

“Nothing,” she shook her head, eyes squeezed closed.

“I don’t buy that shit, look at you,” he pointed out. “Are you hurt?” 

“No, no I’m not,” she denied again.

“Stop bullshitting me,” he warned.

“I’m not hurt,” she assured. “I just…guh, I’m in pain,”

“I can see that, I’m asking what’s wrong,” he clarified.

“It’s…it’s nothing, happens every time,” she grit out through a painful breath. “It’s really not that bad,”

Frank rolled his eyes and folded his arms, watching as Karen did her best to convince him she was fine when she was very obviously not. This woman was going to give him an aneurysm one day. 

“Karen,” he spoke again. “I’ll carry your ass to the hospital if i have to,”

“I have cramps,” she told him, snapping.

Frank looked at her with confusion, shaking his head slightly and smirking.

“Cramps? You got cramps and you’re layin’ on the floor like you’re dying?”

“You can laugh when you get your period, asshole,” Karen retorted.

Frank’s smirk slowly faded, instead being overtaken with panic and discomfort. This wasn’t something he meant to talk about. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to be part of. This wasn’t an issue he had dealt with since he was with Maria. 

But he couldn’t walk away. As personal as this particular issue was, Frank couldn’t leave her laying there on the floor in pain with nothing. 

“Jesus,” he sighed to himself, running his hand through his hair. “Do you uh, do you take anything for…for it?”

“Advil,” she nodded. “And heat packs. Just go Frank, it’ll go away in a few hours, I’m not dying here,”

Frank wanted to go, he wished he could. He wished he didn’t care so damn much. He wished he could separate from whatever relationship this was. But he knew that even if he did leave, his mind would be on Karen for the rest of the day until he knew she was alright.

Maybe she wasn’t about to drop dead in front of him, but he couldn’t let her lay there in pain.

Walking back into the bathroom, Frank rummaged through the medicine cabinet to find the near-empty bottle of Advil. He carried it back to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, spilling two pills out into his hand to give to Karen. 

“Hey, can you sit up?” he asked, walking back over to her.

Karen looked up at him, noticing he had a glass of water and Advil in his hand.

“Frank, you don’t have to-”

“Take the damn pills Karen,” he insisted, kneeling down to her.

With a small sigh, Karen accepted the medicine and swallowed them down with a mouthful of water. She looked as white as a ghost. Frank put a hand to her forehead, feeling how cold she was becoming.

“This…uh, this always happen?” he asked awkwardly.

“The first day, yeah,” she nodded, laughing slightly. “You know you don’t have to stay here with me Frank, I’m a big girl, I’ve been dealing with this since I was a teenager.” 

“I’ll head off soon,” he nodded. “I’m not leaving you on the floor though,”

Karen rolled her eyes slightly and sat up further.

“How about the couch? Can I lay there?” she asked, jokingly.

“Knock yourself out,” he smiled in return.

Karen moved herself up onto the couch, wincing in pain and squeezing her eyes shut. Frank pulled a pillow up to cushion her head, making sure she was comfortable before he began to step away. 

“Sure you’re okay?” he asked again.

“I’m fine Frank,” she nodded with a smile, her eyes still closed. “Thanks for the Advil,”

Frank nodded, stepping over to his duffle bag. His eyes stayed on her as he lifted the bag onto his shoulder, pulling his cap over his head and heading toward the door. 

There was something about seeing Karen in pain or general discomfort that took all logic away from him. It didn’t matter if she had stubbed her toe, tripped on a book (a common occurrence), or had a light cold. 

As Frank reached for the doorknob, he turned for a moment and noticed the heat pack laying above the microwave. There was no way Karen was getting up anytime soon to get that, and she was far too stubborn to ask for it. 

With a long sigh of annoyance directed at himself, Frank dropped his bag and walked over into the small kitchen. Pulling the heat pack off the bench, he threw it into the microwave and began to heat it for a minute. At the sound of the machine, Karen’s eyes opened to see Frank standing in her kitchen, his arms folded as he watched the microwave with intense focus.

He told himself he was just going to do this and be gone. He would give her the heat pack, pick up his bag and leave. But he knew he wouldn’t. 

He told himself he didn’t feel attached to this woman, he didn’t care if she was uncomfortable, this was none of his business and he was not going to let himself feel this way again.

But here he was, Frank Castle, waiting for a microwave to finish heating up a heat pack for Karen’s period cramps. 

It didn’t matter what he told himself anymore, there was no denying why he continued to come here. He cared. 

The Beach

Previous

A few weeks later…

As each day passed i began to realize that it was time for me to stop sulking and get my shit together. It was time to get back on my grind starting with my body, my hair business and getting the fuck outta my parents house. Don’t get me wrong, i was grateful for them housing me while i was going through my post-breakup stage, but i was ready to get back to living independently. Mom was a jewel and all during my crisis, but shit was starting to get annoying. the constant questions, the “when will you be home” texts, the daily itineraries, you know, things mothers do. So i found myself a little (expensive ass) apartment right on the beach front. it was in a fairly new building but it was cute and the perfect size for me.  During my month-and-a-half stage of depression, i gained like 15 pounds from stress eating like a bitch. so i got back into my daily yoga, and i was gettin slim thick with my cute ass. i was used to dudes hollerin but the more the weight came off the more these niggas was flockin left and right but i didn’t want they asses. Since that day at the house, I never saw Cameron again but i was ready to get back out in the dating scene. I had chosen not to pursue Cameron at the time because i felt like anything with him would most likely turn into something serious and I wasn’t looking for anything like that yet, deeming that i just got out of a serious relationship. I just wanted some fun and maybe some consistent dick. I had a couple niggas who i liked to go out with now and then, but none of them was fuck buddy material though, they was all soft and lookin for that boo-ed up lovey-dovey type shit. All i needed was a dude who could put it down on my ass on a regular.

Today I was headed to the beach where i was supposed to meet Sloan so we could lay up and let our melanin sparkle in the sun, but she was tied up with her nigga. I was solo lookin like a snack layin up on my towel where i listened to the peace and quiet of the waves brushing the shore. The beach was empty as fuck and i was honestly enjoying the scenery and serenity. 

i didn’t have many plans today. i did my yoga in the morning and then all i was scheduled to do was find a salon that offered a private booth for me to rent out and i figured i could do that from the beach. My clientele at home in Miami was strong because i knew hella people here. I knew i’d make more money here than in New York and I was ready to stop doing hair out of my house and make my dream into a reality. its a small step to rent out a private booth but i’m one step closer to getting my Hairapy Lounge.  During the post-Stefon stage, i stopped doing hair all-together (aside from my mother’s). i was taking a break, but now i was ready to stack my money and build my business. 

I was lost in my thoughts as i looked out into the seemingly endless ocean. it wasn’t until i saw something in the corner of my eye bobbing up and down and getting closer that i was brought back to reality. It was a fine, dark skinned, brotha jogging by. His shape was familiar, like i had met this person before. i stared trying to figure who this was. it wasn’t until he turned his head in my direction that i saw his face… Oh shit, it was Cameron. He didn’t recognize me because i had my sunnies on and i actually had my hair fixed. i thought not to say anything and just let him pass.. but i figured why the hell not. The way he was eyein me the day we met had me a little curious about him. So i decided to call out to him, hoping he didn’t have earphones or something in.

“Cameron! Officer Colby!” I yelled as he turned his head and came to a stop. I hopped up off my towel as he began walking towards me with a slightly confused face. 

“Uhh, Hey… I’m not tryna be rude or anything, but…do i know you from somewhere?” he asked as he continued closer to me.

I tipped my glasses down so he could see my whole face as i told him who i was. “Kala, Kala Brooks, Officer Brooks’ daughter. we met at the house not too long ago.” i smiled 

His eyes got big as he looked me up and down checkin out my tight ass figure. “Oh damn that’s right! Kala. Damn girl you look different from the last time i saw you.” 

I chuckled. “yeah, i was going through some stuff at that time and i wasn’t really myself. Anyway, how are you Cameron? i saw you joggin and i had to say somethin.”

“I’m glad you did.” he said looking me up and down. “You lookin really good, just puttin that out there.” he laughed hesitantly.

“Thank you. you not so bad yourself.” i said pointing to his muscles and laughing with him. “Hows the job? You liking it?” i asked to keep the conversation going.

He shrugged his shoulders and inhaled. “i mean, its a lot. but i’m grateful everyday for officer Brooks. that man trained me to literally be able to handle anything they throw my way.”

We continued to make more small talk as he threw in subtle flirtations in our conversation. He was funny too, had me crackin up a little bit in between. but the entire time, he was lookin at me with them eyes that was sayin more than what was coming out his mouth. We stood there talking for like ten minutes before the conversation begin to come to a close. Then he finally asked me.

“Hey, last time i saw you, i didn’t wanna seem too forward in front of your parents and my boss and everything like that but uh, i’m feelin you and if its alright with you, i’d like to get ya number so we can keep in contact or somethin. Maybe go out, IF that’s cool witchu.” 

“Yeah, forsure. i’d love that.” i answered smiling hard af. 

“Word? Alright then.” he pulled out his phone as he unlocked it and handed it to me.”

“Imma put it under Kala, K-a-l-a. and imma send a text so i have yours too.”

“yeah that’s cool. whatever you wanna do.” he said as he stood there waiting for me to finish. 

“alright. I’m all saved.” i said as i handed him his phone back. “Don’t be a stranger Cam.”

“Oh trust, I won’t” he said beaming his smile at me. “ Imma let you get back to doin your thing. lookin all good and whatever.”

I giggled, “Alright then. i guess i’ll talk to you later then.”

“definitely.” he said smiling as he looked me up and down one last time as if he was taking a mental photograph.

He jogged off as i stood there smiling foolishly.

“glad i came to the beach today” i said to myself as i laid back down and enjoyed the sunshine for the rest of the day. 

Next

Take Care of You

At firsts it’s a sneeze and a slight cough on a cool morning, earning Harry an iffy look from Y/N. She was extremely skeptical to let him out of the house at first, but as Harry stated “don’ think Mr.Nolan’s gonna be too keen on me taking the day off. Sets everyone back, poppet.”

So she packs him some tea in a thermos and sends him on his way with a peck to the forehead.

***

The second time, it’s sneezing, coughing and sniffling.

“Haz,” she’s following his crouching body around their bedroom as he gathers his shoes and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, bending down so he can put the black leather boots on. “M’sure Mr.Nolan will understand. Just stay home and lemme take care of you?”

She trails behind him when he makes his way to the bathroom, noticing the way his feet drag on the white carpet.

“I’ll be fine, kitten. Can handle a little cold.” And he flashes her one of his smiles through the mirror. If she’s being honest, she feels a tad uneasy, noticing his smile’s faltered from his usual one, but says nothing.

He’s refraining from looking at her dead in the eye as he squeezes toothpaste onto his toothbrush, because yeah, he’s feeling a bit under the weather. Okay, a lot actually. And he knows the second his eyes meets hers, he’s gonna wanna stay home and cuddle her until he feels better. But he can’t afford that. He can’t afford to let Christopher Nolan or his cast mates down. He can’t afford to let his fans down.

Y/N jumps to sit on the bathroom counter, looking at Harry because she has the feeling to really not let him go out today, not until he’s better. Harry keeps his gaze away from her, so Y/N brings her palm up to his forehead.

“Babe you’re burning up.” It even catches her off guard as she jumps off, her sock covered feet abruptly hitting the floor, she wasn’t expecting for him to be this sick.

He gargles and spits the water out before starting on his excuse, “s’not tha’ ba-“

“Harry Edwards Styles,” she huffs, stopping him dead on his tracks right before he reaches their bedroom door.

It was extremely rare that Y/N rose her voice, and if she does, whoever it’s directed at surely knows they’re in big trouble.

“C’mon,” she scurries over to him and takes his large hand in hers, barely able to wrap her fingers around it.

“What’re ye’ doin’?” She pushes him down on the bed to lie down, taking his shoes off in the process and bringing the covers up to his chin, “do not move, mister!”

Harry is as confused as ever as she retrieves her phone from the nightstand and steps out of the room, and when she’s out of sight, he’s back up and putting his shoes on again.

He continues to check his disheveled hair in the dresser mirror, leaving it as is before shoving his own phone in his front pocket and searching for his car keys.

“Harry,” Y/N exhales in frustration at Harry’s effort to still go out despite his state, “let’s get you to bed sweetheart.” And she proceeds to push him back into bed.

“But I’ve gotta get t’ set and Nol-“

“I’ve gotten it taken care of, babe. Mr. Nolan says he doesn’t want one of his best to stress. Gave me the okay to keep you home,” she’s tucking him back into bed after taking off his shoes for the second time, the covers under his arms now.

“Was he mad?”

This makes Y/N’s heart hurt just a little, looking at him with a soft expression. “Not at all, baby. Stop thinking you’re not allowed breaks, darlin’.”

She opens their nightstand drawer and after finding the oral thermometer, ohh’s at Harry to open his mouth.

“Anne and Robin are on their way as well.”

At this, Harry’s eyes widen and he tries sitting up, only to have Y/N lightly push at his shoulders. If there’s one thing Harry never likes to do, it’s worry his mum.

“Ye’ phoned my mum?” His words barely coherent taken into consideration he’s got a stick in his mouth.

“Gave her a call to let her know you weren’t feeling well. Said she’d be over to check up on you.” She offers him a shrug, “didn’t mean to worry her.”

“S’alright.”

Y/N removes the thermometer and holds it up to her face, “whooping 38 Celsius. Yep, definitely staying in,” she shakes the thermometer and sets it on the night stand.

“Now you just relax,” she smiles down at him, running her fingers over the hair falling in front of his face and pushing it back, resting her hand on his forehead, “and lemme take care of you.”

Harry smiles wholeheartedly. He almost never lets himself be taken care of, doesn’t like to bother anyone or be a burden on them, but Y/N’s always taking care of him. And Harry sure is grateful for her.

“M’gonna go make you a cup of tea, yeah? Get you some Kleenex, too.” And she makes her way out of the room, a skip to her step cos she really really likes taking care of Harry.

“Thanks, kitten,” Harry whispers, not completely sure she’s heard him, his eyes drowsy now.

***

When Harry wakes up, it’s to a rather cool hand on his forehead and low whispers of ‘have you given him medicine?’ and “he doesn’t look so good.”

“Geez. Thanks mum,” Harry’s voice raspy and groggy from sleep. This makes Anne chuckle just a bit.

“How’re you feeling, baby?” She asks, taking a seat beside him on the bed.

“Lil’ betta’” and he brings a knuckle to his eyes in an attempt to rub the sleep off. “don’ rememba’ takin medicine.” He mumbles.

“You were too out of it,” Y/N states, showing him the liquid bottle of Tylenol on the night stand.

“Where’s Robin?”

“Oh, left him downstairs.” Anne scurries to stand up, “was raiding your fridge.”

Harry and Y/N both chuckle.

***

“Didn’t wanna be a bad host and leave ye’ two unattended,” Harry’s hoarse voice cuts in, Y/N supporting him as they make their way down the stairs.

“Shoulda’ kept upstairs, honey. We’re fine right here.” Anne assures, looking at them from her seat next to Robin on the couch.

“Yeah Harry. Don’t worry about us,” Robin agrees standing up, making his way to help them the rest of the way, greeting Y/N with a kiss on the cheek and Harry with a pat on the back.

“That’s what I said, but he’s just so stubborn,” Y/N takes a seat next to Harry on the couch adjacent to the one where Anne and Robin are seated.

She lets Harry prop his feet up on the coffee table and wraps her arms around him, his head laying on her shoulder.

“Figured gettin’ outta bed would be more helpful than just layin’ round.”

The coughing and sneezing are now down to a minimum, much to Y/N’s comfort.

“Well then come on. Bet I can beat you in Scrabble!” Robin teases.

***

After playing a few rounds, in which they ultimately stopped keeping track of points, they sit around just chatting a while, Robin’s arm around Anne’s shoulders, Harry wrapped in a blanket back in Y/N’s arms, this time her fingers running through his hair repeatedly to comfort him.

Eventually Harry falls asleep.

“Poor thing.” Anne coos, “better leave you two to rest.”

“Let us know how he progresses.” Robin helps Anne off the couch.

“Thank you so much for taking care of my baby. M’so glad he’s got you to look after him,” Anne’s words warms Y/N’s heart as she offers a smile and a soft ‘love taking care of him.’

With promises of seeing each other soon, Harry’s parents make their way out of their house.

“Thank ye’ feh’ taking care o'me, liddol one.” Harry peeks up at her, giving her a slight smile, probably still feeling weak.

Y/N keeps her fingers stroking through his hair as she looks down on him, amazed at the man before her. His eyes worn out and puffy, skin paler than usual, accentuating the rosy of his lips.

“Love taking care of you. Harry…-” she looks at him more serious now, “-you deserve to be taken care of with every ounce of love. You’re always busy being concerned about others, whether you know them personally or you just met them on the street. I’ll never be able to stress how much you deserve to be taken care of. And I’ll take care of you for as long as you let me, babe.”

The look on Harry’s face expresses just how much he’s fallen in love with the woman in front of him. And he smiles oh so lovingly, bringing a hand under her chin and looking her straight in the eyes before promptly letting his lips ghost over hers.

“I love you, Haz,” Y/N whispers, closing her eyes.

And Harry closes the last little bit of distance between them, his lips warm against hers and moving in sync as soon as he presses them together.

Harry never thought how lucky he’d be to end up with someone who cares just as much, if not more, for him as he’d do them.

“I love you, most, kitten.”

Ease

A/N: I don’t own things. Also I fully recognize the bizarreness of this one (also I know that’s probably not a word)

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“Hello? Are you home?”

Ginny punctuated her inquiry with a long-suffering sigh. After a long day of practice with Gwenog pushing the team to their limit, Ginny wanted nothing more than a warm shower to wash of the grime and an ice-cold butter b –

“WENIS!”

Brow furrowed, Ginny placed her practice bag down and slipped her trainers off before hearing a whispered “wenis” coming from the direction of the living room.

As she crossed the threshold, Ginny attempted to find the source of the sound – which she surmised was her husband – in the small room, “Harry?”

“Ginny! I missed you today,” he moaned, peeking up over the back of the sofa so all Ginny could see was his messy mop of hair and his glassy eyes.

“Love, you’re so pasty you look like Nearly Headless Nick.”

Harry sighed, slumping back down before mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “wenis.”

Ginny moved around the couch and sat next to Harry, who was so feverish the heat was radiating off his prone form as he languished, listlessly looking into the empty fireplace.

“Hi Gin, I missed you.”

“So you said. Why didn’t you floo Holyhead and tell me? I would have come home early.”

“’m okay. Jus’ layin’ here resting. That’s what Robards said to do,” Harry relayed, staring off into space while absentmindedly stroking Ginny’s hand with his clammy one.

If she hadn’t been sure Harry was ill before, the fact that Robards had suggested he go home and that Harry had agreed would have been enough evidence. In fact, perhaps he was more ill than she thought – maybe he should go to Mungo’s –

“Did you know if you keep saying any word it sounds weird ‘ventually and loses all meaning?”

Yeah he’s definitely delirious.

“Harry, love – ”

He gestured to his elbow, “You know what this is? It’s a…wenis.”

Before Ginny had a chance to interject, Harry continued, “Well, actually it’s an olecranon.” Harry rolled onto his back and placed his and Ginny’s interconnected hands on his chest and breathing through his mouth.

“How did you – ”

“Me n’ Ron kept saying wenis – see how it sounds weird? – ”

Stroking his hair from his sweaty brow, Ginny replied, “I think you sound insane.” Maybe its best I don’t take him to Mungo’s – Harry would hardly appreciate being roommates with Lockhart for all eternity.

Unfazed, Ginny’s husband continued, “So we kept sayin’ it, and Hermione didn’t like it, and then she said it was called an – ”

Harry’s tale was cut off by a sneezing fit, but still he plowed on in between sneezes, “ole- ,” Ginny handed him a tissue, “olecra-,” Harry blew his nose, “olecranon,” Harry sighed and relaxed back into the cushions.

I wonder if that story would make any more sense if he were lucid.

“Harry, I think we should –”

“I’m sleepy,” he said through a yawn.

Sensing this was her chance for a power grab, Ginny gently helped Harry sit up straight, waiting until he regained his equilibrium before guiding him to a standing position.

“Let’s get you to bed, love.”

“You comin’ too?” he asked pitifully.

Bugger.

“Come on you big lump,” was Ginny’s reply as she wrapped her arm around Harry’s slim waist and helped him to their cozy crimson and gold bedroom – once a Gryffindor, she mused.

Her reflections about her and Harry’s eternal, some would say fanatical, house loyalty were cut off by her compatriot’s sneeze, weak cough, and finally a whimper and a sniffle. Harry was hardly ever ill, and when he was, the rest of the world rarely took notice because of his inevitable replies of 'I’m fine,’ or 'It’s just allergies.’ Most people believed him, but knowing him intimately for so long, including nearly two years of marriage, gave Ginny an intuition with Harry in many ways, including his health.

Days like today were still few and far between, but when they came up, Ginny liked to give into his every whim, knowing as a child, he had only one short year with a loving family before he was left on his own to deal with…everything.

Leading Harry to perch on the trunk at the foot of their cherry wood bed, Ginny unmade the the down-filled coverlet and fluffed the pillows at the head, before turning to see Harry with his head leaning against one of the four-posters with heavily lidded eyes.

“Harry, love, why don’t you come get in the bed now?” she asked, pushing his hair from his eyes affectionately.

Harry sighed contentedly, letting his eyes drift shut, before they slammed open, “Wanna see my wenis?”

With a snort, Ginny asked, “Is this what you boys were doing to poor Hermione when she told me I wasn’t allowed to send you over there alone anymore?”

“We were debating who had a bigger wenis.”

“You are both giant wenises,” Ginny drawled, helping Harry tuck his lanky frame under the covers.

“That would be weird.”

Moving around the other side of the bed, Ginny answered, “Can’t get much weirder than this conversation.”

Harry snuggled up to her side, tucked his head under her chin and mumbled, “I love you,” quietly into her collarbone.

“I love you too.”

Of Chance and Coincidence

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words: 931
Warnings: None
Request: (From Anon) I was wondering if you could do a Bucky x reader where the first thing they say to each other is printed on there skin like reader saying “what kind of shampoo do you use ?” Is printed on his skin and visa versa but something cute or something. 

Bucky spotted a group of his classmates surrounding the much smaller figure he could see on the ground. He frowned, but he was still curious. He ran to the commotion and pushed through, his eyes widening when he saw the skinny blond boy curled on the ground with cuts and bruises scattering his scrawny arms and legs.

He turned his head the others. “What’s going on here?”

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A Matter of Trust (Part 10/??)

A/N: Hiya! Thanks for being so patient with me, guys! I’m flying to New York tonight until Monday so I can’t make any promises to when part 11 will be up. As always, thanks for your wonderful messages and constant encouragement. Especially after part 9. They mean more to me than you could ever know! Enjoy! :D xx

The rain started as a soft whisper but was steadily growing stronger. Rae knew they’d have to take cover eventually but for now she didn’t mind being damp because leaving the rain would mean leaving Finn’s arms and she wasn’t ready to do that yet. Not when she hadn’t seen his eyes or his smile or heard his laugh in a week. She never thought someone would be able to affect her in the way that Finn did. She always laughed at those ridiculous love songs or other foolish girls that said they couldn’t breathe without a certain person. “Those songs are such rubbish,” she would always say. But now that Finn was in her arms she finally understood. She was finally breathing right.

I can’t believe he’s here. He’s actually here. Solid and breathin’.

A loud crack of lightning and a rumbling roll of thunder finally freed Rae and Finn from each other’s arms. Rae searched Finn’s face as if it was the first time she ever saw him. The rain had left his fringe plastered to his forehead and she couldn’t tell if the wetness of his cheeks was due to the rain or his own tears. He reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes, his touch hot on her cheek, when a heaping bead of water landed on his hand. The two of them looked up to the sky just as it was opening up and a downpour of water started dancing around them.

“C’mon!” Finn grabbed her hand and they sprinted for the aged mausoleum a few yards away.

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Chapter 39 *Final Chapter*

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Tyler P.O.V

“What Poppie?” I asked as I answered the phone. I held it between my ear and shoulder as I changed Asia’s diaper.

“Damn, thats how you greet your lil bro” he said pretending to be hurt.

“Im sorry, Im just doing something at the moment.” I said as I tossed the old one in the trash then got a fresh one.

“Changing diapers?” He said.

I paused what I was doing. “How did you know that?” I asked looking around the room to see if he had any bugs in here. He is my fathers son so he would do some shit like this.

“Cuz I can smell that shit through the phone fam!” He said then started cracking up. I just chuckled.

“Na but I heard you open the trash so that was my first guess.” He said.

I nodded my head like he could see me. “Hows my little fatty anyway” he asked.

“Bein bad, ever since she started walking she been gettin her hands on everything.” I said as she looked up at me smilling.

“Aww yep she definitely your kid. You was the same way. All you did was throw a nigga toys in the toilet and shit.”

“You ripped the heads of my barbies!” I said.

I heard him laughing eventually making me laugh. My brother was mean to me back in them days. We never use to get along until I hit highschool.

“So wassup? Why you callin outta the blue moon?” I asked.

“Shit you say that like its a bad thing. Atleast I call!” He said, i rolled my eyes. “But on some real shit how soon can you get to Atlanta?” His voice sounding more serious then before, which only meant business needed to be taken care of.

“Why? Something with the warehouse?” I asked a little worried.

“Look this is something I’d rather talk about in person.” He said.

“Aight, well I can be there by Saturday then. And don’t be on no funny shit Pops.” I said.

“Naa this is all business. Real talk, ill see you then.” He said then the line went dead.

A million an one things started running through my head. I had no clue what the fuck could be going on down there. Why couldn’t he tell me over the phone? This nigga actin like someone after him, which I hope is not true. I really don’t wanna have to kill anyone.

Im tired of this lifestyle. Killing and handling drugs for a living is not wassup anymore. I don’t know how my dad did this shit for so long. I want to get out of this but most of all I want Chris to get out of it.

He has so much potential to be something great. He’s smart, good looking, and talented as hell,but every time we get on the topic he makes up some bullshit excuse about how the game is all he knows.

What he fails to realize is that WE GREW UP ON THE SAME DAMN BOAT! Both me and Chris grew up knowing only the Cartel. So if I can do something with myself and actually fulfill my dreams why can’t he?

I don’t want Asia nor Royal to grow up living this kind of life style. Yea from the outside it looks like its all peaches and cream but the grass is always greener on the other side. Having people constantly running in and out of your life is not a fun experience. I don’t know how much I wished I was a regular kid like the ones I grew up with. I shouldn’t have to worry about my life at the age of 10 and I don’t want the for my daughter.

I want her to grow up different then her parents. Most importantly I want her to be something in life, to mean something in this world and not just be a walking threat like her mother and father.

But truth is, is I can’t help who I am and Chris can’t help who he is either. Once you grow up in the game, theres no way of leaving. Yea you could claim you left but you always have the deaths over your head, the eyes looking after you, and your finger permanently on the trigger. The game is a cruel world but thats the one place where you can actually find the people that will ride or die for you, fam or not.

“Why you cryin?” I head Chris’s voice say, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I hadn’t even realized that there were tears running down my face. I sniffled and quickly wiped them away.

“Uh it was nothing.” I said. I knew he wanted to know more but every time we get on the subject one of us either ends up pissed off and usually its him.

“Baby just tell-”

“It was nothing okay!” I said cutting him off.

I sighed. “Aight then.”

“Um I need to go to Atlanta this Saturday.” I said, changing the subject.

“What for?” He asked as he turned his face up.

“Because I want to visit my family. I miss them.” I said sugar coating it. I didn’t want him to know he whole thing because i lnew he would flip.

“Okay, well you want me to come with you-”

“No! Umm I kind of want to go alone.” I lied.

He mushed his eyebrows together.”So are you going to take Asia with you?”

“Na she’s still to young to be riding planes. So I figured you could watch her.”

“Well if your not gone be here I was goin to.be workin. And ain’t no way in hell im takin her to the warehouse.”

“Well then take her to your moms. You know how much she loves her.” I said as I picked up Asia and put her in her crib.

“Aight then, imma miss you though.” He said as I walked up to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck.

“Really? You know we never got to celebrate after my party.” I said with a smirk. He picked me up and I immediately wrapped my legs around him.

He carried me out of Asia’s room and down to ours. After layin me down on the plush bed he tackled my neck with kiss. He quickly took of his shirt as I took of mine, leaving me only in a thong.

“Remember when I said we were gonna try for a second baby?” He asked then pecked my lips.

“You really want another? ” I asked.

“Hell yeah, I want you to have all my babies.” He said as he moved my thong aside and shoved to finger inside me.I couldn’t even respond to his statement.

“Fuuck.” I moaned out as my back arched off of the bed. I could tell I was about to reach my climax. Just as I was about to cum Chris pulled his fingers out.

I looked at him like he lost his damn mind. He sucked on his fingers he cracked a smile.

“Come ride this shit ma.” He demanded as he dropped his sweat pants, letting his dick spring to attention.

He layed on the bed as I slid of my thong, tossing it to the floor. I crawled on top of him and hovered over his manhood. I eased myself down on him, but of course him being him slammed be down.

I hissed in pain. “Chris!” I yelled.

He chuckled. “Its not funny. That hurt! ” I said as I slapped his chest.

“Im sorry baby but you can’t expect a nigga to wait for ever while you take yo sweet time. A nigga got needs.” He said.

Sometimes I can’t stand him.

Chris P.O.V

“So nigga wassup.” Ty said as he plopped down in one of the seats that sat infront of my desk. I had just dropped Asia off at my moms and to say my mom was excited was an understatement.

“Shit nothin. Tyler’s visiting the fam for a couple days so I’m just trynna get some work done.” I said.

He nodded his head. “Thats coo’. So hows parent hood?”

I chuckled. “Man harder then I thought it would be.” I said honestly.

I didn’t think that it would be this hard. I can only imagine how these single parents do it.

“Yea I felt the same way when Mj was born but don’t worry, shit will get easier.” He reassured me.

“It got easier for you?”

“Naa but im hopin it will.” I chuckled.

For the rest of the time we just talked about random shit, just catching up. We really haven’t talked ever since the kids came around.

“Hey man have you ever thought about leavin the game and startin up something different.” He said, changing the subject.

I sighed a little. Right now he was starting to sound like Tyler. “Right now you startin to sound like my girl man.” I said making him chuckle.

“She brought up?”

“A few times.” I mumbled.

“So has Ash. But seriously though, have you ever thought about it?”

“I mean yea its came across my mind a few times but I can’t just leave this shit behind. All of this has made me who am to day. The game was like a father to me growin up. This was all I had. I can’t imagine this shit not being in my life like it is now.”

“I feel you and everything but you could give a better life to ya baby girl. Sometimes you can’t just think about ya self man.”

“Nigga whats the worst that can happen to her? Im tired of you and Tyler sayin that shit. She got it good now!” I semi yelled.

“Nigga money can’t make up for every fuckin thing! You got two prime examples of how she could fuckin turn out! You want Asia to grow up like Tyler? Cause thats the fuckin road she going to be heading down if you stay in this shit! I get that the game has helped you out back then but you need to focus on now! You got a whole bunch a fuckin opportunities in front of ya damn face but you gone turn it down for this shit? Get the fuck outta here. I swear if I had everyone handing me offers like you I would jump out this shit in a heart beat, but only because I want better for Ashley and Mj.”

“The fuck you trynna say? You leavin the game now? Nigga this the only shit you know, all this shit right here is who the fuck you are so don’t try to come at me like you a nigga standing out looking on the inside. You know good and damn well you get in this shit there aint no leavin. You still gone be the same old Tyga! You don’t get to make up how the game goes. It makes up you.” I said.

I understood where he was coming from but he needs to understand that life aint gone be all unicorns and rainbows. You still gone have them same nigga’s after you, you still gone have them live that you took, and you still gone have you gone on the same damn trigger. You can’t just up and leave with out there being consequences.

“Man fuck this, im tired of tryin to get through to you stubborn ass. Either you can see where this shit takes you or actually do something that will benefit your fams.” He said and with that he walked out of my office.

Something told me that, that would be the last time I would see him in this warehouse but I didn’t want to believe it.

I can’t just leave this life behind like its a piece a cake. Everyone make it seem so damn simple but its not. But at the same time I don’t want Asia to grow up like her parents, dealing with drugs and guns for a living. I can see Asia being just like Tyler and that literally scares me shirtless. Deep down Tyler is worse then me. I wasn’t born into this like she was. She didn’t have a choice like I did and I don’t want Asia to feel like she doesn’t have a choice, like she had to follow the footsteps of me and Tyler.

I would be lying if I said a part of me doesn’t want to leave this shit behind. But im afraid. Yea Breezy is scared. Scared that imma fail in what I do or more importantly fail in life.

On cue my Iphone rang breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked down only to see the number thats appeared on my phone for the past 2 months now. I knew that if I answered the call there would be a strong possibility that my life could change.

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Tyler P.O.V

“Soooo wassup, why am I here?” I asked, crossing one leg over the other.

Ive been in his office for about 30 minutes now and all we did was catch up but now it was time to get to the real reason why I was here. I aint leave my babies for something we could have did over the phone.

“Well I got some interesting shit to discuss wit you” He said as he leaned back in his chair.

He was about to speak again until the door flew open. “Daddy!” A little girl called out from behind me. The voice sounded all to familiar.

“Hey, com’re baby girl.” He said.

Soon I saw Mercy run from behind and into Poppie’s arms. He pointed to me, getting her to look at me. Her eyes widened once she realized who I was.

“Auntie Ty Ty!” She screamed making me chuckle.

“Hey Mercy!” I said as she got out of Poppies lap and ran over to mine. I quickly picked her up as she ran into my arms. I tackled her face with kisses as her giggles filled the air. I missed this little girl to death.

Out the corner of my eye I saw Mercy’s mother sit in the chair thats was next to mine. “Tyler.” She said plainly.

“Jessica” I said the same way she did.

I wasn’t to fond of her just like Poppie wasn’t either. Like he says all the time, the only good thing that came outta them was Mercy.

“Ion know why the fuck you sittin down for like we friends. You may leave.” He said.

She rolled her eyes.“Look Poppie im not hear to argue with you. I need to talk to you about some real shit.”

“Okay.” He said waiting for her to go on.

“Alone.” She said then looked at me.

“Bitch just ask me to leave damn. Trynna throw hints and shit, com'on Mercy.” I said as I stood up and took her little hand.

When I walked out the door I accidentally ran into some one. “My fault ma.” I heard the New Orleans accent pop out.

I quickly looked up to see who it was. “N-no it was my bad.” I said.

“Hey August!” Mercy said excitedly.

“Wait, aren’t you that-”

“Yea and hey princess.” He said to her.

Why never thought I would see August Alsina….in Poppies warehouse. As a matter of fact why is her here?

Before I could asked the door swung open, revealing a angry Jessica. “Com'on Mercy.” She said as she snatched her hand from mine. I should knock her ass out but the little one is here.

While she stormed off me and August walked into Poppie’s office. “August! Wassup nigga.” Poppie said, standing up.

After a few minutes of them talking we all finally sat down. I didn’t know August was still in the game and I damn sure aint know he was with Poppie.

“Alright Tyler back to what we was talkin about. I know dad was talkin about opening a bunch of warehouses but never got to it.”

I nodded my head. If this nigga was only gonna tell me about another warehouse he could of most def could have been said over the phone.

“Well im gonna open one in New York but imma need someone to run it… and I want that person to be you.” He said.

“WHAT?” Both me and August said in unison.

My head immediately snapped in his direction. I know why I said what, but why did he?

“How you gone let a girl run the warehouse? You said that I could!” He shouted.

I wasn’t even going to let what he said phase me. I want to run this warehouse but how would that look to Chris. How am I gonna tell him to get out of it when im only getting deeper. Plus its in New York, meaning we would have to move there.

“Nigga shut that shit up, thats my sister. Of course imma let her run it. But its all up to her. Do you wanna run the warehouse in NY?”

Chris P.O.V

“Chris im glad you could finally meet with us. We’ve been calling you for months now.” Tina said as we both took a seat on the couches around the comfortable office.

All of this was foreign to me. I didn’t know what to expect. All they said is that they wanted to meet with me.

“Well thank you for having me. And I know iv'e just been really busy but why have you guys been calling so much?” I asked, curious as to why they were blowing up my shit.

“Well a couple of months ago there was a video put up on YouTube of you singing. I don’t know if you knew or not. But um after seeing that video and reading all the comments and the views, I figured we had to snatch you up.” She said, making me kind of feel good about my self.

“But yall only saw one video. And how did yall find me?" 

"Well after seeing that video we searched all over for you. High and low until we finally got to someone that was connected to you. They lead us to you. And one video was all we needed to see.”

“Um if you don’t mind me asking, who was it?”

“Uh I think his name was Michael.” She said.

I nodded my head, clenching my jaw alittle. “Don’t be mad at him though. You should actually be happy, not to many people get this offer.” She said.

Just as I was about to come say something, someone came threw the door. “Oh im sorry.” A strong Caribbean accent said.

I looked back only to see Rihanna herself standing in the door way. Damn, she was badder in person. “Hey Rihanna."Tina said.

"Hey T, um do you know where the studio is?” She asked her. we made eye contact for a little while but it felt like a long ass time.

“Uh two doors down.” Tina said.

“Thank you.” She said then walked out the room, making sure to close the door behind her.

“So imma just get to the point. We want you with Jive Records. You have the look, you have the voice, and I can see you doing it big in this business. Like Michael Jackson big.”

If I were to take this offer a lot could change. I could make a lot of people in my life happy. Michael was right, I don’t want my little girl to grow up like her parents, I want her to do better then us and have much more options then we did.

But I can’t just up and leave the game like it never did shit to me. Its the reason who I am today. I can’t just throw my who life away like it never mattered.

“So what do you say Chris? Do you want to sign to Jive Records?”