this was taken in london too ):

i was tagged by @lightningtrio (thank you, lovely)

rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better

name: Brooke-Lynn

nicknames: Brooke, Tinkerbell, Princess

zodiac sign: leo

height: 5’1 (I know I’m short)

orientation: bi

nationality: Canadian

favorite fruit: banana

favorite season: fall

favorite book: harry potter

favorite scent: vanilla and coconut

favorite colour: lavender

favorite animal: koala bear

coffee | tea | hot cocoa: hot cocoa

average sleep hours: 7-8

cat or dog person: cat

favorite fictional character: Luna Lovegood, Fleur Delacour, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Lydia Martin, Sutton Brady (too many)

number of blankets you sleep with:

dream trip: Paris and London

blog created: I honestly don’t remember, I had taken a break from Tumblr and then redid everthing

number of followers: 746

random fact: I have lived in Italy and Australia

i’m tagging: @narcissaa @monsieurprongsy @dracomalvfoy @petuniiaevans @padfootno @tshifty @qarvatipatil @thegrangersapprentice @lilypronqs @dominiqweasley @meropegaunt

Shh || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: there is barely a plot its just goes from fluffy to sexy times

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1222

A/N: this fucker has been harassing me for far too long i had to write him


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mary: a literal assassin, shoots sherlock in the chest, deduced to be a ‘sociopath’, constantly condescending, insidiously chips away at john’s self-worth, threatens sherlock while he’s in hospital, almost kills sherlock a second time at the empty houses, is coded subtextually as moran, gets sent a “curtain rises - the last act” text from sherlock, already knows to go to the london aquarium without being told, tells sherlock that they’re “even” now that she’s ‘taken a bullet for him’, sends sherlock a “miss me” dvd, tells sherlock to go to hell, tells sherlock to kill himself so that john will either commit suicide out of guilt if he watches the dvd too late and fails to save sherlock, or hate himself for not saving sherlock without the help of the dvd in the first place because he’s “so perfect” and should have intuitively known sherlock was in danger because that’s ‘who he is’, a catch-22 situation in which sherlock and john always end up forced apart no matter what and john always ends up suicidal

fans, casuals, literally everyone?: mary’s redemption arc was so beautiful. she was such a strong, brave female character and i can’t believe “”shippers”” think she’s an antagonist because she gets in the way of their “””OTP”””

people with common sense: 

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

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Been working on this for a while ever since I made friends with phandom peeps who weren’t from London.  When we met up I took them on “Dan and Phil tour” of London as we were shopping in the area and I knew the areas pretty well. They really enjoyed it so I decided to sit down and properly map out some routes for both of the London DITL’s so that other people in the phandom could enjoy it. I included all of the stops in the videos bar ones near their flat (obviously). 

Tour number 1 is from the first London DITL video

It’s taken me AGES to put this one together so please don’t steal the images (happy for people to reblog of course), and I am now working on the Festive DITL route which will probably take a week or two.

If you do go on it, please let me know if you enjoyed it and if the route is easy to follow (and remember to take lots of photos at each stop). 

Sweet Creature

Words: 7,500

Warnings: Smut

Harry sighed as he peered into the kitchen from his spot by the staircase in the living room. He’d like to be next to Y/N and Gemma right now, but his neighbor had whisked him off into a conversation about gardening that he truly had no interest. Nevertheless, Harry was polite, so he stood patiently and nodded and “mhmm”ed at the appropriate moments. He couldn’t help but let out a wistful sigh as he saw his sister and best friend slip out into the backyard.

As much as he appreciated Anne throwing a party in celebration of his first solo concert, he silently wished he had just gotten a private day in his hometown. Harry knew his friends and family were proud of him. But he was nothing if not humble and a little bit selfish. He so rarely got time at home to see Y/N, and he wished he could actually spend a moment with her now instead of playing host to what felt like the whole village. He’d much rather have been relaxing on the couch watching a rom-com with the girl he could never get enough of.

Just then, his mother swooped in to rescue him with a bright smile and gentle hand on his arm. “Sweetie, would you mind bringing the rest of the chicken out to Robin to grill? And maybe bring him a beer?”

He nodded much too fast for someone being asked to do chores. “Sure, mum.” He kissed her cheek and smiled brightly at their slightly disgruntled neighbor. “Sorry, mate. Talk to you later, yeah?”  

Harry wove his way through the crowd in the house to get to the kitchen. After slamming the refrigerator door shut with his hip, two beers clutched in one hand, he snatched up the last tray of chicken from its spot on the stove. He thanked Barbara from the bakery for opening the door to the back garden for him and offered her a cheeky smile she saw more than nearly anyone else.

Robin stood at the grill next to the deck, laughing and listening to the conversation going on in the chairs nearby. He saw Harry exit the door from the house and quickly waved him over.

“Having fun?” he asked, taking the tray of chicken and leaving Harry’s other hand open to start popping caps on the beer bottles.

Harry shook his head a little and snorted.  “You know how it is. Lots of small talk and cheek squishing.”

“And not getting to see Y/N,” Robin replied knowingly. He chuckled as Harry rolled his eyes before taking a pull from his beer.

“How has she been? I haven’t really talked to her much yet.”

“She’s lovely as always. I think her dad is having a bit of a hard time. You know the 15th anniversary of her mum’s passing is next week. She’s stayed with us the last couple of nights.”

Harry couldn’t help but frown. Y/N’s mum had died of cancer when she was only seven. Her father had been a dear friend of his mother’s, so they’d taken Y/N in when it happened. Her father hadn’t wanted her to see her mother like that, nor did he think he could properly care for her. Harry and Y/N had always been friends, but those four months that she lived with them had given them a bond no one could ever replace. They’d been absolutely attached at the hip their whole lives. To this day, the guest room at the Styles/Twist household was mostly considered Y/N’s and held some of her pictures and personal belongings. She’d long been a member of their family.  “She’s coping okay, right?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself, nosy?”

One of his only regrets about participating in X Factor and leaving home so young was that he felt like he had abandoned Y/N. She had come to visit him in LA and London a few times and had even joined him on tour, but she always felt obligated to return to Holmes Chapel to make sure her father was cared for. Though they were best friends, they often went months without talking because Harry was just too busy. He hated himself for that.

“Harry! Come sit a mo’ and have a chat?”

He turned to see his cousin Charlotte gesturing to the chair next to her. Robin’s clap to his back was taken as a dismissal as he made his way over.

“Hey there, rockstar. How ya doing?”

Harry settled in the chair and grinned. “Good, good. ‘N you?”

“Wonderful! Kyle just started his new job, so we’ve got a good income now. Not that you’d know anything about that,” she joked and leaned over to playfully nudge his shoulder.

Harry was sure his smile looked more like a grimace. While he may not have been hurting for money, there had certainly been a time when he would skip dinner just to save his mum a little money. He knew as much as anyone how hard it could be.

“Robin! Anne wants to know what’s taking so long with those birds!” Harry perked up at the sound of Y/N’s sweet voice washing over him like a lullaby. He quickly turned to see her leaning out the back door with a bright grin.

“Can’t rush these things, Y/N. At least gotta buy ‘em a drink first, love,” Robin joked. The crowd around him laughed along with Y/N.

“Right, I’ll be sure to tell your wife that!” Her gaze shifted to Harry and she smiled softly at him. He tried to wave her over, but she held up a finger in a “hold on” motion and disappeared back into the house.

“So what is Kyle doing, then?” He continued to make small talk with his cousin Charlotte as Gemma reappeared and took up the last chair on the deck right next to him.

Y/N returned about five minutes later carrying a bowl that Harry quickly determined was filled with fruit.  She stood by him and held the bowl down to offer him a piece, but he shook his head. “Come sit,” he told her instead.

She rolled her eyes at him. “There aren’t anymore chairs, H.”

Just as her hand holding the bowl of fruit started to retreat from him, he quickly grasped around her wrist and tugged her forward. When she stumbled just as he knew she would, he took a firm but gentle grasp of her hips and settled them down on his legs.

“Harry!” she scolded, knowing he’d made a scene. While Harry tended to thrive under the public eye, Y/N often did her best to hide from it. That was the primary reason Harry loved to take the piss out of her. Nevertheless, she shifted back to a more comfortable position on his lap and sat a bit sideways so she could hear the conversations going on. Harry wrapped one arm around her, resting his hand on her opposite thigh to keep her securely in place while the hand nursing a beer rested itself against her knee. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she flinched at the cold bottle just barely touching her skin. She finally went back to eating her assortment of pineapples, strawberries, and grapes as she listened to Charlotte.

“He’s just started work at the pub down the road from our house. The pay isn’t that great, but he’s been making loads in tips,” she finished.

“Where is Kyle, anyway?  I haven’t seen him yet, I don’t think.” Y/N was considered a member of the extended family and had attended every family event for the last 15 years. Since she had stayed in Holmes Chapel, Harry figured she probably knew more about his family these days than he did.

“Oh he’s off on a lad’s weekend in Bristol. His mate is getting married next week.”

“Oh good, that means he’ll be all freed up for when Harry and Y/N over here get married soon,” Gemma teased.

“Gem!” Y/N exclaimed. Harry noticed that her cheeks flushed to a pink very similar to the bath water on his album cover.

He just chuckled and gave her a little squeeze.

“Just saying! You two have that whole agreement anyway where if you’re still single at 28 you’re gonna get married. I hate to say it, Y/N, but you two aren’t getting any younger.  Plus you’re like in love anyway. It’s inevitable,” Gemma defended. She seemed unfazed by Y/N’s embarrassment.  

“Ooh, that just reminded me! Harry, you just have to tell me about that girl you wrote ‘Carolina’ about! That’s far and away my favorite song on the album, and I need to hear more about my future cousin in law!”  Charlotte gushed, looking at Harry with excitement in her eyes.

Harry didn’t miss how Y/N tensed at the mention of the song that he knew she for some reason despised. He hated to admit that it hurt him a little bit. He was proud of “Carolina”, and though he knew his opinion of his artistry was the one that truly counted, he didn’t like the thought of Y/N not liking one of his songs.  His hand slipped from her thigh and rested on the arm of his chair. “Oh, I don’t think she’s your future cousin in law.  Just a girl I met in paradise.”

Y/N quickly scarfed down the few remaining pieces of fruit in her bowl. “Think I’m gonna bring this back inside.   I’ll catch up with you later,” she told him quietly. She didn’t bother to look at him as she stood from her seat on his lap and retreated back into the house.

Gemma couldn’t help but sigh as she watched the exchange unfold. The two of them were too oblivious of the others’ feelings for their own good and were absolutely horrid at communication.

Robin finally finished the last batch of chicken and called everyone inside to make plates of food. If Harry thought the inside of the house had been busy before, it was nothing compared to when all the people that had been outside also made their way in for food. There was hardly room in the house to walk, much less find anyone.  Luckily, Harry was tall enough to see over the majority of the crowd, and he found Y/N sitting next to his mum as they split a plate of food.  

After he’d had his fill, Harry stood off to the side and leaned against the wall as he observed everyone around him. He finally had a moment alone as it seemed that everyone was too busy chewing to make conversation.  

He wasn’t alone for long, however, and he stood up straighter as soon as he saw Y/N making her way over to him.  She didn’t look particularly happy, but he put that down to her current family affairs. Though she tried to not let it show, Harry knew how much the loss of her mother affected her.

When Y/N finally reached him, she wrapped her arms tightly around  his waist and rested her cheek upon his chest.  He was much taller and could tuck her head snugly under his chin as he returned her embrace. “Missed you,” he heard her mumble.

Pushing his upset feelings about her distaste for his song aside, he squeezed her tighter and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Missed yeh, too, love.” His hands took to rubbing her back comfortingly as they stood in their embrace. He knew how much Y/N having her back rubbed soothed her. “Yeh look pretty today.”

Her hair had been curled prettily, her lashes long and full with the help of the mascara she had applied to them. Her outfit had been kept simple with a pink sweater over her flowy white tank that she had paired with jeans and flats. She didn’t try as hard as most did to look pretty, but Harry always thought she was the most beautiful girl in the room.

A rosy blush painted her cheeks as she pulled a little to look at him. “Thank you, bubs. You’re looking mighty handsome today, as well.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. It was the one she had given him when she was six and he was seven, and to this day he’d never heard her use it on anyone else. “Thank ya, love.”

“Harry!” they heard Robin call, and Harry chuckled as Y/N whined quietly and squeezed a little tighter around his waist. “Can you come help me clean the grill real quick?”

Harry left one last parting peck to her forehead before releasing his grip on her and moving out of her arms.  He followed his step dad into the back garden to provide assistance.

“I think now that everyone has full stomachs, they might be heading out soon. Hopefully we won’t have all these stragglers on our hands late tonight,” Robin commented as they went to work scrubbing the burnt bits from the grate.

Harry huffed in response. “Better not. I’d quite like a relaxing night in to be honest.”

Robin nodded. “I know you would, kiddo. You’ll get it, I’m sure.”

All in all, cleaning the grill only took about ten minutes. While they were outside, the two men wandered the yard holding trash bags to pick up garbage that had been left around to minimize the cleaning later. Finally, Anne called Harry in to start saying goodbye to guests as they began to depart just like Robin suspected they would.

When Harry made his way into the house, he saw that Y/N and Gemma had started to pick up the kitchen much as he and Robin had been cleaning the back garden. He saw them occasionally reach for their respective glasses of wine as they put food in containers and cleaned dishes.

Harry continued to play host and made small talk with the guests as they all gave him their closing remarks and good luck wishes. He thanked each of them sincerely and made sure to give an anecdote about their lives as well. Finally, after what felt like hours of talking, hugs, and handshakes, he collapsed onto the couch with the opening titles of The Notebook playing on the telly.

One by one, the family settled in with him. Robin took his usual recliner spot, and Gemma curled up with Dotty and a blanket on the love seat. Harry could hear Y/N fussing with Anne over helping to clean the kitchen.

“Y/N, I will not take ‘no’ for an answer. You go relax a bit. You’ve been picking up after people all day,” he heard his mother scolding and Y/N’s response in the form of an exasperated huff.

“We’ll get it done faster if I help you, Anne. You deserve to relax, too.”

“And I will as soon as I finish this. Now, shoo. Go be lazy for a tick.”

Y/N was still grumbling quietly to herself as she reached the living room and collapsed in a heap next to Harry on the couch. She automatically leaned her head against his arm, wrapping her own around his waist and craning her neck to see the move on the screen.

Harry chuckled. “You’re a snuggly little thing today. Budge up for a sec, love.”

Y/N groaned but lifted back off of him. He didn’t say anything as he moved a throw pillow to rest against the arm of the couch before swinging his legs up to the side and sprawling out across the length of it. With Y/N trapped between him and the back of the couch, she had nowhere to go but to rest against him as he held his arms open for her. After her head was settled against his chest and her hand against his heart, he reached down to pull her knee up and tuck her top leg between his. Once their ankles were comfortably tangled together, he clasped his hands together on her upper arm. “Comfy?” he checked, though he knew she was. Y/N loved to be held almost as much as he did, and this was their favorite cuddling couch. They were practically pros at the movie session cuddling by now.

She nodded against his chest but didn’t verbally respond as she had already gotten herself engrossed in Noah and Allie’s summer romance.

When Anne returned from the kitchen, she settled down with Gemma and pulled her daughter’s feet into her lap.  She took to reading a book while the rest of the family watched the movie on screen. Just as Allie discovered Lon was in town looking for her, Anne felt Gemma’s foot gently nudging at her thigh. Anne looked up at her, and Gemma jabbed her finger in the direction of the couch.

The Notebook was Harry’s all time favorite movie, but he couldn’t seem to be bothered by what was happening on the screen. His hand was wrapped up in Y/N’s hair, softly pulling his fingers through the tresses as he seemed to be humming to her. Her eyes were shut as she rested against him, but Anne doubted she was totally asleep. Unlike Harry, Y/N found it hard to sleep in public settings. Even this house, one she’d practically grown up in, was usually too public for her to sleep aside from in her designated bedroom.  Occasionally she’d see Harry whisper something and Y/N’s lips move in return, but her eyes never once blinked back open.

Finally, when the movie credits started rolling, Robin was the one to shatter their bubble. “Y/N, I hope you were planning on staying here again tonight, because I’m not letting you drive home at this hour. You’re too knackered. Get upstairs, kiddo.”

Y/N yawned and leaned up, Harry’s hands falling from her body in response. She had a few lines on her cheek from the wrinkles in his Harley Davidson tee, and she rubbed gently at her face to relieve the soreness. “Y’ can’t get rid of me that easy, Robin,” she replied, her voice laced with drowsiness. “I see your plan. I’m staying in that guest room forever.”

Anne laughed at her. “That’s your room, anyway, sweetheart. It’s for you to sleep in as long as you want it.”

Harry sat up as well so that Y/N wasn’t pinned behind him on the couch. “I’m pretty tired, too. Think I’m g’na head to bed.”

Anne nodded.  “Alright. Sleep well, love. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Harry climbed the stairs behind Y/N and watched as she went straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take her makeup off. He shuffled up beside her to brush his teeth as well and made sure to annoy her by bumping her hip with his to make her move to the side.

“You’re a right pest,” she grumbled, “D’ya know that?”

Harry grinned, mouth full of foamy toothpaste, and pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek.

“Ew, Harry!” she scolded, wetting her hand to wipe the toothpaste from her face.  

He finished his nightly routine long before she did and retreated in to his childhood bedroom to go to bed.  He stripped off his tee and jeans, opting to leave his briefs on just in case Anne came to wake him up for breakfast in the morning. He had just settled into bed and was scrolling through Instagram on his phone when he heard the quietest of knocks sound on  his door.  “Yes, love?”

Y/N just slightly peaked the door open, looking as shy as ever as she stood in an old shirt and her worn out plaid sleep shorts. “Can I come in?”

“’Course ya can,” Harry said, setting his phone down on his nightstand. He shifted a little further to the other side of the bed and sat up a bit as she quietly shut his bedroom door behind her and tiptoed over to his bed.  Instead of sitting cross-legged on top of the comforter as she usually did when she came in for their late night chats, she gently lifted the blankets up and climbed in next to him and settled her head against the other pillow.  She didn’t say anything but started to trace the tattoos adorning his arm as he looked down at her. “Y/N? What’s gotten into yeh today, love?”

She shook her head and didn’t respond, seemingly too caught up in the outline of his rose to properly respond.

“Y/N,” Harry said a little more stern, gently moving his arm away from her as he sat up fully against the headboard.

She shifted in response to his tone, backing up a little and sitting up in the bed.  Her bum rested on her feet as she stared at him solemnly.  “It’s just…”

“What, love?”

Y/N shook her head, features showing that of shame as she looked down at the bed linens instead of him. “Nevermind, I’m being silly.” She started to move to get up from the bed and make her retreat, but she was stopped by Harry’s large hand cupping her cheek.

“Love, if something is truly bothering you,then s’not silly. I can’t make it better if you don’t tell me what it is, hmm?” His hand against her face made it so that it was nearly impossible for her to look away from his piercing green eyes.  

“It’s just…Townes.”

Harry blinked, barely understanding what she meant. “Okay…? What about her?”

She sniffed, and Harry’s heart broke knowing she was struggling so much with what she wanted to say. “It’s stupid and selfish, but I hate knowing that you write all these songs about these girls and the world knows all about them and you thrive on it. You put her name in the bloody song, Harry! Everyone loves it, and I don’t even know her, but I feel like you guys just have this connection now that I was never good enough to have. It’s just…am I not special enough to you for a song? I don’t want you to be so ashamed of me that you won’t tell anyone about me.”

Harry’s mind scrambled as he intook this information. He never imagined this was how she would feel about the song.  Her words hit him like a ton of bricks and suddenly he knew. That feeling in the back of his mind that he’d always tried so hard to keep at bay…she felt it, too. She wouldn’t be so upset if she didn’t.  She loved him, too.  And he’d inadvertently made her feel unwanted. Y/N was all he’d ever wanted whether Harry had known it or not. He knew he had to make her feel better and hurried to grab her hips and pull her closer to him. She started to slip and fumble against the bed so she grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself. Once her knees had been pulled to either side of his lap, he pushed her hips down to settle her into a straddle above him. “No, love.  That’s not it at all. ‘S that what’s had yeh upset ever since we were out in the yard today? Yeah, I wrote a song about a girl that I barely know. Think people might get a bit tired of me if I wrote them all about you like I’d like to do.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “W-what?”

Harry chuckled, pulling her closer by the hips and nuzzling against her neck. “You beautiful, silly girl. You didn’t really think ‘Sweet Creature’ was about Gem, did you? You do have a song, and a very special place in my heart. But that’s just it. You’re too special, love. I’m too selfish to share you with the whole world.”

“W-wait, ‘Sweet Creature is about me?” her eyes watered as she looked at him in awe.

“’Course it is, love. ‘S just that you’re mine and the world can’t have you. Gotta protect yeh from them. Pretty sure I’ve loved you my whole life. But my love for you is just for you, and I don’t wanna share that with the world.”

Y/N seemed to sputter as she struggled to keep up. “You l-love me? Harry, I-I-” She started to get choked up and couldn’t seem to find the words to say.

“I know, love.  I know.” He reached up to hold her face in his hands, lifting his leg up to shift her closer to him. His gaze was locked on her mouth as he inched closer, and Y/N thought she might faint.

Finally, when their foreheads were pressed together and she could feel his warm, minty breath on her tongue, she let her eyes slip closed. One of her hands that had been resting against his shoulder moved up to fist at the back of his curly locks. “I love you, too, bubs.”

Harry felt as if he’d been struck by lightning when he buttoned his mouth firmly to hers. He was sure he could’ve spent his entire life just kissing her like that, but his body immediately craved to have her closer. She gasped when he traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and he quickly took the opportunity to dive into her mouth. She let out a little whimper that almost made Harry groan aloud when his tongue touched hers. Her fingers tugged gently at the roots of his hair as she pushed herself as closely to him as she possibly could. Their tongues tangled between their mouths for a moment before Harry gave her what she thought would be a reprieve, but she let out another little noise when he took her bottom lip between his teeth and gently sucked. This time he couldn’t control the little growl that bubbled up from the back of his throat and quickly reattached his lips to hers.

Y/N could feel the vague smug smirk adorning his lips through their kiss over the noises he was making her generate.  To retaliate, she quickly disconnected their kiss and trailed her lips down his jaw and neck, finding a nice place to bite down on at the same time that she rolled her hips forward against his. He groaned in pain and pleasure and took her hips back in his hand. “D-Do that again, love.”

“Do what again, Harry?” Y/N teased as she soothed over the bite on the side of his neck with her tongue. She gasped lightly when his hands gripped firmly to her bum and pushed her hips forward again. This time, there was no mistaking the erection straining hard against his briefs. “F-fuck,” he stuttered in her ear as she moved against him once more in a wave, enjoying the feeling of him heavy and warm between her legs.

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him again as she continued to grind against him. While she had him thoroughly distracted with her lips, she quickly moved her hand down between them to palm at him through his underwear. As soon as she pressed down into the bulge, Harry parted from her with a gasp of his own. “Don’t h-have to, love.” The next noise he let out could only be called a moan as she pressed her small hand against him again.

She shook her head and pressed her lips against his in a quick peck. “Want to,” she promised.  

Harry nodded, eyes closed and head leaned back as he just absorbed the feeling of her against him. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth to avoid being too loud as he felt her hand dip inside his underwear and brush against his swollen length.

“Can we get these off?” She tugged at the waistband of his Calvins, eager to get him loose so she could put her mouth on him.

Harry fought to open his eyes and make them focus on her face as he nodded and tapped against her thigh to signal her to move off him.  As soon as she was kneeling at his side, he stuffed his thumbs into the side of the briefs and lifted his bum to shove them down his legs. Once they were successfully discarded, he looked down at himself to see his length twitch slightly against his tummy, the raspberry tip bubbling a little bit of pre-cum against the hairs just under his belly button. He could almost cry it felt to good to be out of the confines of his underwear.

If he thought that felt good, it was nothing compared to what the felt when Y/N leaned down to timidly kitten lick at the little spot he’d dripped on himself. He bit down on the skin of his hand to keep from making a noise too loud as her tongue accidentally brushed against his slit. She looked up at him as if to get permission, and he nodded quickly at her before she looked back down and began to kitten lick at the underside of him as she took his length in her hand. Her tongue brushed against the vein throbbing there before getting caught briefly on the ridge of his head, and already Harry was frustrated by the veil of her hair obscuring his view. He gently brushed it up into his hands to hold on to as she finally took the head of him into her warm, wet mouth.

“Baby, please,” Harry almost whimpered. His balls were starting to hurt because of how turned on he was.  Luckily, she didn’t make him wait any longer and quickly bobbed down on him, her hand following her mouth’s path back up before sliding down again. On her next pass up, she lolled her tongue around his tip like it was a lolly, and his head fell back at the feeling. “Ungh.”

Y/N began to move faster against him, dragging her hand up and down the length of him with her mouth provide sufficient lubrication. She could taste the occasional blurt of pre-cum against her tongue, and it only made her want more. His little groans and gasps spurred her on even more, and she finally reached up his hands to cup at his balls while she had him deep in her mouth.  He groaned a little louder than he should have at the feeling, and she slid her mouth back up for her tongue to swipe at the slit of him just as her thumb gently pressed to the space just behind his sac.  He immediately gasped and reached down to grab at her hand. “N-No, I’ll cum. Ungh. Can’t cum yet. Have to be inside you first. P-Please, oh God, please don’t make me cum.”

She pulled up and swirled her tongue against his head one last time before sliding off him with a little “pop” noise. She pressed kisses against his hips and fern tattoos while she waited for him to catch his breath.

He panted rapidly against her, struggling to keep a quiet level as he tried not to lose his mind. “Fuck, where did you even learn that?” He laughed a little deliriously as she smiled against his hipbone. Finally, Y/N pulled herself up against him and he didn’t waste time pressing his lips to hers. “Are you gonna let me make you feel good?” He asked between kisses.

She whimpered against him and nodded almost imperceptibly. “Please,” she whispered against him, and he took that as his cue to gently flip them over so she was on her back.

“Let’s get this off o’ yeh, yeah?” Harry gently pushed her shirt up her torso, pressing kisses to the skin he exposed along the way. His tongue just briefly caught against her erect nipple before he lifted up to pull the shirt completely from her body. He quickly returned to the area, suckling her right nipple into his mouth as his fingers tweaked her left. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment against him and tangled her fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. After giving her left breast the same attention her right had received, he started kissing back down her torso.  His hands slipped into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place.

Harry almost groaned at the sight of Y/N’s underwear. Baby pink cotton was darkened slightly between her legs, and he couldn’t help but gently press his tongue against the wet spot she had made. He wasn’t sure if it was the pineapple she’d had earlier in the day or if she just always tasted that sweet, but he immediately knew he had to get a better sense. He dragged his tongue up and pressed it gently against where he knew her clit would be, and she let out a wet gasp at the feeling. “S-stop teasing,” she stuttered, tanking gently against his curly locked entangled between her fingers.

Harry chuckled against her and kissed gently at her hipbone. “Just returning the favor, love.” He gently pulled down her underwear, and his mouth began to water at the pretty pink feast in front of him. “Christ, baby. So beautiful. Are yeh wet for me? I know yeh are.”

She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she waited for him to move. Unfortunately, he seemed to be too preoccupied admiring her to actually do anything. “Harry, dammit, do something!” she groaned.

He looked up at her with a smirk. “Now, love. Gotta be patient fo’ me. Can yeh do that? Here, suck my fingers and get them nice and wet fo’ me, please.” He pressed his ring and middle finger against her lips and waited for her to close her eyes and suck them into her mouth. “Good girl.” Just when he was sure she was sufficiently distracted, he dipped down and licked a broad stripe up her sex. She immediately went slack jawed and struggled to inhale. He pressed his fingers against her tongue to remind her of her task at hand, and it took a moment before she wrapped her lips back around him and went back to sucking.

Harry’s tongue gently prodded against her entrance, taking the opportunity to lap up the sweet essence that was nothing but uniquely Y/N. When he had gathered most of her wetness on his tongue, he pushed his tongue into her briefly and made her whimper before removing his fingers from her mouth. “Thank you, love. Doin’ so good for me, aren’t you?” He brought his newly wet fingers down to her entrance and slowly pushed just one in, feeling her wet, spongy warmth wrap tightly around him. He fought against a groan of his own as his tongue gently lapped at her clit.

“Haoh, shit, Harry,” Y/N moaned, making sure to keep her voice low as her grip tightened in his hair. As soon as she pulled slightly against him, he groaned against her and set vibrations all across her clit. She whimpered and tugged a little harder, noticing how Harry’s eyes squeezed tighter shut and he licked at her with a little more enthusiasm. The knowledge that he liked having his hair pulled when he was eating a girl out nearly made Y/N fall apart. “Harry, please, more.”

He was apparently done with the teasing as well and pushed a second finger into her without preamble. He thrust them gently inside of her as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, and she turned her head and moaned into the pillow next to her. His fingers began searching her walls for that spot that would drive her mad, and he licked her clit into his mouth before gently shaking his head against her. His fingers brushed against a spongy spot inside her at the same moment and pressed into it. Her legs immediately snapped shut around his head as her muffled moans increased slightly in volume. Harry went back to licking against her for a moment as his fingers thrusted against her spot. Then he alternated between suckling against her and licking, noticing how the variety had her squirming underneath him. When he felt her walls begin to flutter around his fingers, he hooked his fingers against her little spongy bump and rubbed against it and his teeth sunk gently into her clit before giving her a good suck. His tongue ran just once against her clit, and she was falling apart beneath him whispering his name like a mantra. He worked her through her orgasm, only coming up when she tugged a little harsher against his curls due to sensitivity.

Her chest heaved against him as he journeyed up to her neck, pressing gentle kisses against her while she came down. “Yeh good, love?” he checked when he felt her breathing start to slow to a normal pace.

She managed the smallest of laughs against him. “I’m much better than good, bubs. I’d quite like for you to make love to me, though.”

Harry couldn’t help the elated grin that lit up his features, and he pecked gently against her lips twice. “Are you sure you’re still up for it?” When he saw her sparkly-eyed little nod, he couldn’t help but kiss her again. “Then it’d be my pleasure. Do yeh want me to use a rubber?” He knew she’d been on birth control since she was 17, but he’d still give her the option to see what she was more comfortable with.

She shook her head immediately. “Just wanna feel you.”

Harry smiled against her lips. “Never been bare with anyone before.”

Her cheeks got dusted with that rosy pink color he loved, but she didn’t seem as embarrassed as usual by his blunt language. “Me either. ‘M glad we can be each others’ firsts.”

Harry immediately shook his head and reached down to line up against her entrance, smiling at her gasp when his tip brushed against her still-sensitive clit. “Baby, we’re each others’ lasts.” He covered his mouth with hers before she could respond, he pushed inside her.

Y/N certainly hadn’t been with as many people as Harry, but she was no virgin. Despite that, she’d never felt anything quite like Harry inside her. She knew it wasn’t about the lack of a condom covering his length. It was her Harry, the boy she’d run through gardens with as a little kid. The guy she’d shared her first kiss with against a tree when she was eleven years old. She’d always loved him, and she’d never felt closer with anyone in her entire life. The knowledge that she, with her legs wrapped around Harry’s waist as he was buried to the hilt inside her, his lips gently rubbing against her collarbone, could not be any physically closer to him if she tried was enough to make her eyes misty.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N. Swear I’m gonna love yeh forever.” She could barely hear the words uttered against her neck as he made his first careful withdrawal, all the way to the tip, before gently thrusting forward again. He looked up in alarm when he heard her sniffle, but she quickly took his face in her hands and pressed kisses to every bit of skin she could get at.

“I love you, too, bubs. Forever and a day,” she promised. He smiled against her just because she always had to one up him, then he pressed his lips to hers as he began to move a little faster inside her.

She gasped when the length of him brushed against that spot inside her, and her arm tugged him closer by wrapping around his shoulder.

“Shh, baby, gotta stay quiet. Can’ have them comin’ in, can we?” Harry gently hushed her his lips brushed against her temple.

She nodded against him and tried not to cry out as he reached down to grab at one of her knees around his waist. He gently hoisted her leg up into the crook of his arm to provide a new angle in which he could push deeper into her. His other hand braced against the bed to hold himself up as he pushed in all the way and grinded his pelvic bone against her clit. Immediately, her eyes snapped shut and jaw dropped open at the feeling, nails digging into his back as she fought for something to keep her grounded to earth.

Harry continued to thrust a little harder against her, always aiming for her spot, and stopped occasionally for those little grinds he quickly discovered drove her crazy. Her little gasps morphed into whimpers and whisperings of his names and quiet moans, and Harry nearly lost his mind. He began to thrust faster against her with the leverage his arm provided against the mattress, hitching her leg higher up in his arm so it was pressed between their torsos.

“Harry, Harry, ‘m gonna cum, please come back,” Y/N sounded desperate as she tried to hold off her climax. She wanted him close to her when she came, and she ran her nails down his back in an effort to pull him down to her.

“Shh, shh, I’m here, love. S’alright.” Harry immediately dropped her leg down from his arm and moved down to hover just above her. He took one of her hands from his back and intertwined their fingers together above their heads. He felt her legs wrap back around his waist as he pressed his lips against hers and moved a bit faster in an effort to get her to climax. He cursed slightly under his breath when the headboard started to gently tap against the wall in their efforts, and he reached up to hold the top to keep it from making to much noise. “Rub your clit for me. Can yeh do that, love? ‘M gonna make yeh come, I promise.”

The hand of Y/N’s that he wasn’t holding onto snaked into the narrow space between their bodies, and she gasped as soon as her fingers made contact with the nerves. She used her legs around his waist to pull her hips tight to his on every thrust he gave her, meeting him halfway. “Wan’ you to come with me. Please, please do it with me.”

Harry nodded frantically, feeling the coil burning white hot in his belly. “I will, baby, I will. Fuck, I love you so much.” He felt her walls begin to flutter around him, and he knew he was done for. He squeezed her hand tighter in his and thrusted as hard as he could while keeping a hand on the headboard in order to minimize the noise. “Come now, baby. Come with me.” They moaned into each other’s mouths as she clenched around him like a vice in her climax. He didn’t stand a chance as soon as she started to close in on him, and he disconnected his lips from hers to bite down into the spot between her neck and shoulder as he felt the coil in tummy snap. She continued to use her hips to thrust up against him as his orgasm hit full force and he emptied himself inside her. The feeling of rope after rope coating her walls was something she’d never felt before and never wanted to go without again. Finally, when she started to feel that he was spent, she released her legs from around him and reached up to brush a stray curl from where it was matted with sweat against his forehead. Her own forehead and body felt clammy with perspiration, but whether it was hers or his she couldn’t be sure. He shook lightly in her arms as he lowered himself down to her, pressing kisses to every bit of skin he could get at. He went to pull out of her, but she scrambled to put a hand against his hip and push him down into her.

“Not yet,” she begged, “wanna feel you just a little longer.”

Harry smiled, nodding his head as he lifted his head just slightly to kiss her. This kiss was less frantic than the previous ones had been. It was slow and unhurried and full of nothing but love. When Harry felt himself going soft inside her, he gently retracted his pelvis from Y/N’s before pressing kisses across her face. “Thank you for being amazing, love.”

Y/N felt her eyelids beginning to flutter shut from exhaustion but smiled nonetheless. “Thank you for loving me, Harry Styles.” She allowed him to pull the covers up their naked bodies, turning off to the side so that Harry could spoon behind her. She prayed they’d wake up in the morning before Anne came knocking on either of their doors and discovered what had happened before they got a chance to properly explain themselves. But when she felt Harry’s lips press gently to the shell of her ear, his arm around her waist and his whole body warming the back of hers, she decided to live in the moment. She’d worry about tomorrow when it came, because she knew she could handle anything with Harry by her side.




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-S

So I’m on my way to my cousins house and I’ve just seen an article about the lastest of many acid attacks on South Asians and like many of the other attacks, it had taken place around 10 minutes away from where my cousins live.

And suddenly I want to get out of London as soon as I can, but then I recieve a message from an aunt as at 10pm the night before someone had poured acid on her friend’s “for sale” board outside their house in Leicester.

And honestly, I’m terrified. I’m scared when someone walks too close or when a motorbike drives past. I’m scared when someone stares at my hijab or when I’m walking close to the roadside.

There are people out there who consciously go out there and buy acid with the intent to disfigure or even kill another person and I’ve barely heard a thing about it. And its disgusting.

And I know it doesn’t mean much for people on tumblr to reblog a post… But I haven’t seen a single post and it just feels like people just don’t care if the victims aren’t white or American.

We matter. And I wish people would be willing to care about us like they show outrage for other victims.

Please keep the victims and their families in your thoughts and pray for all the South Asian people who are currently terrified simply because they exist.

1. Lisa Kudrow was afraid of the duck.

2. When the show was first written, Joey and Monica were intended to be love interests.

3. The average Friends episode took five hours to film.

4. Joey and Chandler’s big white dog actually belonged to Jennifer Aniston. A friend gave it to her as a good-luck gift when the show started.

5. Three cast members from The Simpsons made guest appearances on Friends: Dan Castellaneta (Homer), Hank Azaria (Moe/Apu, etc.), and Harry Shearer (Mr. Burns/Smithers, etc.).

6. The show was originally called Insomnia Cafe. It was then renamed Friends Like Us, and then Six of One before becoming Friends.

7. In the first season, each of the main six cast members received $22,000 per episode.

8. In 1997, they banded together to negotiate a salary increase to $100,000 per episode. It was the first time in TV history that cast members had done this.

9. By the final season, they each got $1,000,000 per episode.

10. “The One Where No One’s Ready” takes place entirely in Monica’s apartment because the show didn’t have a large enough budget for guest stars or additional sets.

11. Joey plays Dr. Drake Ramoray in a fictional version of the NBC soap opera Days of Our Lives. In real life, Jennifer Aniston’s father, John Aniston, plays Victor Kiriakis on the actual Days of Our Lives.

12. Courteney Cox is actually older than David Schwimmer, despite playing his younger sister.

13. In the pilot, Monica forgets the name of a guy she sleeps with. Producers were worried that this would make the audience not like her, so they handed out a survey to the studio audience asking whether they thought the plot should be changed. They didn’t.

14. Ross and Rachel weren’t meant to be the central romance of the series. Their storyline was developed because of David Schwimmer and Jennifer Aniston’s chemistry.

15. Monica’s apartment changed from number 5 to number 20 when the show’s writers realised that “5” wouldn’t denote an apartment on an upper level floor in a large block. So they matched, Chandler’s also changed from 4 to 19.

16. Kathy Griffin and Jane Lynch both auditioned for the role of Phoebe.

17. Jon Favreau and Jon Cryer both tried out for the role of Chandler.

18. Live audiences were never used for cliff-hangers, such as Ross and Emily’s wedding.

19. The storyline of Phoebe carrying her brother’s triplets was written because Lisa Kurdrow was pregnant in real life.

20. In the opening credits of “The One After Vegas”, which is dedicated to Courteney Cox and David Arquette’s marriage, every cast member has the surname Arquette added to the end of his or her real name.

21. Phoebe’s wedding is not attended by any of her relatives, including her twin sister Ursula, her father, her birth mother, her brother Frank Jr. or the triplets she gave birth to.

22. Hank Azaria, who plays David the scientist, auditioned for the role of Joey twice before the show went into production.

23. Chandler was written as a character who was awkward around women because Matthew Perry told producers that he himself was.

24. The cast had a huddle before filming each episode to wish each other luck.

25. Bruce Willis appeared in the show for free after losing a bet about whether The Whole Nine Yards would be No. 1 in the box office on its opening weekend with Matthew Perry. He donated his fee to charity.

26. Phoebe and Chandler were originally supposed to be supporting characters.

27. David Schwimmer was the first of the main six actors to be cast in the show.

28. Jennifer Aniston was the last of the main six actors to be cast in the show.

29. Before the show’s pilot aired, the cast was taken for dinner at Caeser’s Palace in Las Vegas to enjoy their “last shot at anonymity”. They later returned to the same place to shoot Ross and Rachel’s drunken wedding.

30. Crew member Paul Swain was responsible for the Magna Doodles on the door of Chandler’s apartment.

31. When Monica pops up from underneath Chandler’s bedsheet in London, the two of them held position for 27 seconds.

32. Marcel was played by two monkeys, Monkey and Katie.

33. NBC originally thought the cast was too young and asked writers to include an older character who gave advice to the twentysomethings.

34. NBC originally thought Central Perk was too trendy and wanted to set the show in a diner, like Seinfeld.

35. In “The One Where Chandler Doesn’t Like Dogs”, we find out that Ross hates ice cream. One season earlier, however, we see Ross and Elizabeth enjoying ice cream on a date.

36. Producers originally wanted Courteney Cox to play Rachel, but she asked to play Monica because the character was so strong.

37. The orange couch in Central Perk was found in the basement of the Warner Bros. studio.

38. Ross is 29 years old for three years.

39. Monica and Chandler’s twins are born three minutes and 46 seconds apart.

40. All of the six main characters have kissed each other at one point (if you include alternative “what if?” episodes), except Monica and Phoebe.

41. Like Monica and Chandler, Courteney Cox and David Arquette had trouble getting pregnant.

42. Courteney Cox had to film the scene in which Rachel has Emma just after having a miscarriage.

43. Joey wasn’t written as a dim character. Matt LeBlanc suggested it.

44. The frame around the peephole in Monica’s apartment originally had a mirror in it. It was broken by a crew member during the early stages of filming, but producers thought it looked good so they left it.

45. June Gable, who played Joey’s agent Estelle Leonard, also played a nurse in the episode where Carol gives birth to Ben.

46. David Schwimmer directed 10 Friends episodes.

47. Friends co-creators Marta Kauffman and David Crane are also co-writers of the show’s theme song, “I’ll Be There for You” by The Rembrandts.

48. When Rachel is trying to find a new officiate for Chandler and Monica’s wedding, she finds a Greek Orthodox priest coming out of the Anastassakis/Papasifakis wedding. Anastassakis is Jennifer Aniston’s family name.

49. When Lisa Kudrow first read the script, she thought Chandler’s character was gay.

50. Giovanni Ribisi plays Phoebe’s brother Frank Jr. in later episodes, but he also has a small cameo in the earlier seasons. He plays a boy who accidentally throws a condom into Phoebe’s guitar case instead of a coin.

51. Lisa Kudrow had already been guest-starring on Mad About You as Ursula Buffay for two years before Friends aired. They decided to make Phoebe a twin to create a crossover between the two shows.

52. Gunther didn’t have a name until the middle of the second season.

53. James Michael Tyler was cast as Gunther because he was the only extra who knew how to operate an espresso machine.

54. Gunther didn’t have a line until the show’s 33rd episode. He said “yeah”.

55. Winona Ryder and Susan Sarandon were both on Ross’ “celebrity list”. They both later guest-starred on the show as Melissa Warburton and Jessica Lockhart, respectively.

56. There were six versions of Phoebe’s dollhouse made for “The One With the Dollhouse” because the plot involved burning them.

57. The actor who plays Joshua’s father is actually Matthew Perry’s real-life father.

58. Ellen DeGeneres turned down an offer to play Phoebe.

59. In the last episode, it is mentioned that all six characters have lived in Monica’s apartment. They have all also lived in Joey’s apartment.

60. When the last series ended, Jennifer Aniston and her then-husband Brad Pitt hosted a dinner party at their home. They served bottles of wine that producer Kevin Bright had saved from the first series.

61. When the last series ended, each cast member was given a piece of the sidewalk from outside Central Perk as a keepsake.

Marry me? | Tom Holland

Request: Hey there!! I love your imagines! I was wondering if you could do one where Tom proposes to you in a really elaborate but sweet way? I’m in the mood for some fluff 😊😊

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Tom swore he read every article on how to propose. Every single thing he saw gave him ideas on how to propose, but he always deemed them too mundane for his angel. He went through every idea in his mind but nothing seemed good enough. He was slowly going insane and he so desperately wanted to tell you about it to calm him down but he obviously could not. “Hey, so I’m going mental trying to propose to you, have any suggestions?” Definitely not.

He knew you hated when he spent too much on you. Your humble personality always felt guilty spending his money but really, Tom never minded as long as he got to see your bright smile afterwards. He had to find the perfect middle ground, or at least to a point he deemed necessary. He knew you deserved only the best, and he was determined to give it to you, only he had no clue what it was.

He even went so far as to ask everyone you were close to, your friends, your family, your co-workers. He always ended up with half-baked ideas that he would forget by the time he started a new plan. How long had he been planning this proposal again? He sighed as he continued on his search for the perfect proposal all while you waited in the dark.

It took some time and loads of work but Tom had finally crafted the perfect proposal. Or at least, he tried. “Dude, what if she doesn’t like it? Is there still time to move it? Oh god, she’s going to say no,” he let out his frustration to Harrison who replied with, “Shut up Tom. She’s going to say yes. She loves you mate, big proposal or not. Plus you already booked those tickets.”

You would be lying if you said you were not a bit worried of Tom’s frantic state. You would notice him late at night pacing and muttering to himself and him having conversations with Haz that you could not hear. “It’s guy stuff, dicks and things.” You rolled your eyes at them but let it slip because you trusted them wholeheartedly. Plus, you would not forget the night you brought it up to Tom and he replied by pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. “It will make sense in a while. Just not now, but when it does, you’ll laugh the hardest you have ever.”

It was after a long day of work, your boss literally gave you three days worth of things to do and accomplish within the day. You lugged your tired body home and fell flat against the sofa. “No honey I’m home?” You heard your boyfriend tease. You groaned a reply into the throw pillow and he laughed before he stood you up. “Come on, I’ve run us a bath.”

After unwinding and spending too much time in the warmth of the bath, you and Tom got out and put on your comfiest pjs. Tom knew you loved his sweaters so he gave you his favorite one to wear for the night. He prepared your favorite food, with the help of your mum and his mum, and set it out like a picnic on your bed.

“Okay, what’s up? Why are you so romantic tonight?” You asked as you ate the last of your meal. He sent you the same smile he used when he asked you to be his girlfriend and laughed at your waiting face, “when you love someone like I do, you do everything you can to try and show them you love them.” “You’re such a cheeseball.” “Only for you,” he singsonged before leaning up to kiss you, which you gladly accepted.

“So, I’ve been thinking.” “That’s never good.” “Shut up. So Ive been thinking that we need a vacation.” “Tom, you know-” “Too late!” He dropped an envelope on your lap and ran out of the room. You knew getting up to fetch him would be no use so you opened the envelope and were met with two tickets to London and a letter. 

Dearest Y/N,

Hey love, I know how much you love your excuses but I promise I have taken care of everything already. Yes, everything. I had Harrison check. Here are two tickets to my hometown, a place that means a lot to me and to us. There’s a whole world of memories I wish to share with you, I figured what better place to start than London? (aside from our own home of course)

p.s. you can;t say no because i already bought tickets :)) love youuu

“So what do you say?” He said as he peeked his head back in your room. “Well you’ve left me no choice Holland.” You laughed as he started doing his “happy dance” he looked like a flailing chicken. He then attacked you on the bed, careful not to crush the tickets. “London, here we come.”

“Tom, seriously, all I want is to shower then sleep.” He shushed you as he continued to walk you into his house. He insisted on blindfolding you which confused you as you had been to his house multiple times already. “Tom, I swear if I fall on my face, I’m taking you down with me.” He laughed but continued further into his house with a finger to his lips. He slowly let go and you reached out to him. “Tom?”

When you were met with silence, you untied the blindfold and let it fall. In front of you was the love of your life down on one knee with a smile as bright as the sun itself, it was a smile he only reserved for you. Your eyes widened and your heart rate quickened, he’s proposing, he’s proposing, he’s- he grabs your hand and suddenly you’re back on Earth staring into his eyes.

“Y/N, love, there is so much I want to say but not enough time nor words to say them. I truly believe I am the luckiest man alive, or rather who ever lived. And there’s one reason, one person, one amazing human being, that made that happen. She is the light of my life. I honestly don’t know how I lived without her because she’s the first and last thing on my mind every single day. When I feel like giving up, or like the world is against me, just knowing that she’ll be there when I get home gets me through. When I feel sad or down, seeing her smile would instantly brighten my mood. Suddenly with her, the future wasn’t so scary anymore. My future became our future and I cannot imagine it any other way. They say love is a funny thing and that it’s all some social construct, but how can you explain the feeling of being so content and enamoured with one person that it physically hurts when you’re apart? She is my air, my lifeline, my endgame. She’s my best friend, my rock, my universe, and someday hopefully my wife. It’s you. It’s always been you. There will never be another you. There’s nothing in this world or any world I would rather do than grow old with you, Y/N. I love you when you’re all dressed up showing off your perfect body. I love you when you’re dressed like this in sweats and flight hair. I love you when you wake up and when you fall asleep and everything in between. I love you so much that this little speech does not even begin to scratch the surface of everything I have yet to say. But I’m cutting it short because I know that there will be another time. 

Will you marry me?”

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Hope you liked it! I’m sorry it’s not so elaborate (I got carried away and figured my original plan was too long to be one imagine) but I really enjoyed writing this!
 I probably will do a part two about everything Tom had planned for them soon ;)

HL Wordplay fics ~ allwaswell16

Every week a prompt was chosen using a random word generator, and eight of us wrote a fic based on that prompt.  This is the masterpost of the fics I wrote for this challenge. <3   

Prompt 1: Foundation 

Now That I’ve Found You 

mature 6k+  | read here on ao3

Harry Styles has a great job working for his brother-in-law’s construction company. He has just one small problem. His concrete sub-contractor just quit, and he needs a foundation built as soon as possible. One fateful turn brings him exactly what he’s been looking for—an experienced concrete construction company that happens to be owned by the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes upon.

Or Louis is a long haired, sweaty construction worker. Does anyone really need to know more than that? Harry doesn’t think so.

Prompt 2: Bloodsucker 

For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry

explicit | 3k+  | read here on ao3

After a public and humiliating breakup, Louis Tomlinson finds himself on his would-be honeymoon with his best friend, Niall. However, this St. Lucian paradise is not all that it seems. Louis may be particularly vulnerable to an unusually handsome predator.

Prompt 3: Hinge

On a Day Like This You Know It’s Meant To Be

t&up | 2k+  | read here on ao3

One year ago Harry Styles met Louis Tomlinson, the man of his dreams. Harry is certain he’ll never see him again, even if they did make a pact to reunite should the Chicago Cubs win the World Series. Harry has one small flicker of hope left when it appears the Cubs might actually win it all. But will Louis fulfill his end of this fateful bargain?

Prompt 4: Scream 

Screaming: An OT4 Email Chain Drabble

mature | wordcount: 978  | read here on ao3

Another installment of the ot4 email chain. Three emails where Niall screams about: being jealous of Steve Aoki’s friendship with Louis, the beautiful black and white photo of Louis on his Instagram clearly taken by Harry, and Louis’ dog.

Also includes: jokes about dog poo (obviously), Harry’s red coat, dogs Liam doesn’t Instagram, and much more!

Prompt 5: Cat 

Won’t You Please Come Around

 mature | 5k+ | read here on ao3

Harry has lived in London for a month, and so far the only friend he’s made is his sister’s cat, Mr. Whiskers. When the lock on the window breaks, Mr. Whiskers begins exploring his new neighbourhood a bit too thoroughly and brings back mementos of his escapes.

Or a Valentine’s Day story where Harry has a really fit neighbour, and his cat is a thief.

Someone to Stay - AU

Previous chapters

Chapter 9

Claire tossed the newspaper aside, sighing in frustration.

Joe had stuffed the copy in her locker, attached to a Post-It with a question mark and a heart drawn on it. It was a daily gossip rag, featuring a picture snapped at the restaurant before Christmas. Jamie was featured at an angle, smiling at Claire, and then a smaller picture beneath that showing Claire’s face for all to see.

The article labeled Claire as Jamie’s new squeeze (God, who even used that word?) and included accurate details of her work and past. She guessed it wasn’t that hard to Google. She ran a hand through her curls, and with the other clutched at the chain around her neck until she touched the ruby ring, for comfort.

She felt her privacy had been invaded, obviously, but also that protective bubble they had formed around them, separate from Jamie Fraser the rock star. This was reality seeping in. It was relatively harmless, but still…

Claire sighed again. There was work to do.

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“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

The room was dark; a faraway streetlight cast a glow through the window so their features were faintly outlined. Jamie gave a brief laugh, and his hand never stopped tracing patterns on her back.

“I ken how ye feel. On the one hand, I would like nothing more than to stay wi’ ye. On the other, there’s the second thing l love most – music.”

“The second, huh?” Claire kissed his shoulder and snuggled in closer.

“The writing, composing, working with my mates… it’s such a part of who I am. I’m blessed many times over.”

Claire made a small noise of agreement and held him closer to her. There had been a couple more pictures Claire and Jamie walking around London. She had taken to wearing thick woolly scarves to wrap around the lower half of her face, obscuring most of it from view of the constant, clicking paparazzi.

Her flat and Jamie’s had become a sanctuary away from curious eyes who sometimes believed that because Jamie was a public figure, they were entitled to touch and scream at him. And that because Claire was dating him and therefore ‘hers’, she deserved vitriol and hatred.

Was he worth it too? The small inconveniences? Joe had had hospital security escort her as she left work. She plainly ignored the photographers who regularly camped outside her building. She refused to take calls from various morning shows who wanted to interview her or get her opinion on various celebrity topics. She got hate e-mail from spurious accounts and the occasional mean glare from random strange women.

Yes, she would do it all again in a heartbeat.

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“Call me when you land.” Claire swallowed against the lump in her throat as she gripped the front of his jacket.

“Ye ken I will, Sassenach.” Jamie wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his forehead against hers. “I’ll be back before ye notice. We’ll talk every day. We’ll both be busy as bees, and time will fly by. Dinna fash, alright?” He bent his mouth to hers and lost themselves in each other, ignoring the blaring airport announcements and the racket of other passengers awaiting flights.

Claire held him tight, a small thread of fear weaving into her heart. She didn’t know why she felt so emotional, so clingy – she who was usually so practical and sensible. Perhaps because her heart understood how much it stood to lose if Jamie ever left for good.

Jamie gave her discreet pat on the bottom, making her laugh, and the somber mood was broken. He kissed her nose with a whispered I love you and shouldered his carry-on backpack. Claire crossed her arms, holding herself as he walked down the gangway. Jamie turned and waved, then marched around the corner out of sight. Until three weeks.

One minute down – 30,239 minutes to go.

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“What makes it go faster, Sassenach, is that I had many song lyrics written down. We’re here fine-tuning and coming up wi’ music to accompany them,” Jamie said, his face crystal clear on the screen.

“I’m glad,” Claire replied, sipping her coffee one-handed as she held her phone to video chat with him; she was still in her robe and pajamas, enjoying a rare morning off from the hospital. “What else have you been doing?”

“No’ much. We’ve been out to dinner a few times, me and the lads, and yer friend Geillis and Rupert are really something, let me tell ye.” Jamie wrinkled his nose and laughed.

“I hear that too. She’s been texting me a lot the past week.” Geillis had been thrilled to be in the same city with Rupert for once, and both had been out and about frequently. Rupert was not as high profile as Jamie, so reporters and paparazzi seemed to leave them alone. Geillis had, however, been discussing Claire’s new public persona frequently via phone, asking her how she felt about it and offering much-needed reassurance.

“And ye, mo nighean donn?”

“Work. Study. Work. Study. Medical school is hard, but I love it,” Claire said happily, nestling into the corner of her couch. “I’m preparing for my next class this afternoon, and I have a lot of notes to go through.”

“Then I won’t keep ye. It’s good to see ye, hear yer voice. I miss ye. We’ll talk tonight, aye?” Jamie grabbed his own phone and seemed to be walking down a corridor. Claire recognized it from pictures as the recording studio.

“Of course. I look forward to it.” Claire smiled coyly and drew a finger down the edge of her robe, past the ring on its chain, following it with the camera on her phone until she heard Jamie gasp.

“So do I, Sassenach,” he growled as Claire pulled the phone up and blew him a kiss goodbye.

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Claire was focused at the hospital that weekend, intent on helping out an immigrant family whose child had been admitted with a fever. They spoke little English, and Claire had made it her personal mission to help them navigate A&E and support them through this uncertain time.

She was nervous about an upcoming test in her biochemistry class, wanting to do well and prove herself to her professors. She was scheduling study time between her work hours and days off, even using her break time to peruse her textbooks and notes frequently.

So Claire didn’t notice the looks and whispers some of the other staff were giving her, particularly the female nurses. No one had spoken to her directly about any problem or incident, so she ignored it for the most part. Until Dr. Abernathy approached her at the end of her shift.

She wound around her neck a beautiful blue, red, and green tartan scarf; a gift from Jenny in Fraser colors. She was about to step outside when Joe called out.

“Lady Jane? Do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” Claire said, confused. “Is it a patient? Should I change again?”

“No, it’s—personal. Please, LJ, come with me.”

Claire was instantly alert, sensing tension in Joe’s tone. Perhaps she had made a mistake in one of her charts. She started going through a mental list of her patients and their care as she strode briskly next to Joe down the hall to his small office.

Dr. Abernathy let her in first and shut the door firmly behind him and sat in his swivel chair, facing Claire. She sat down herself and gripped her purse, still confused as to what was so urgent.

“Claire, I asked the staff not to mention anything since I overheard the talk in the hospital lounge, because I thought it would upset you,” he began.

“Upset me? About what?”

“I suppose you haven’t seen it. I’m sorry, Lady Jane.” Joe sighed.

Claire exhaled in a huff. “Joe, I don’t understand it. Seen what? All this drama—”

Dr. Abernathy reached into a drawer and pulled out a folded newspaper. He flattened it out with the briefest hesitation on the desktop so Claire could read it.

Jamie Fraser, lead singer of The Clan, caught in secret rendez-vous with famous French pop star Annalise de Marillac.

A Favor Part 10

Characters: eventual Reader x Sam, Crowley, Dean

Words: 1045

Summary: The reader wakes up more confused than ever before, and Crowley discovers something.

Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, Part 9 here.

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the lights • H.S.

Originally posted by harrysgolden

“Thank you.” He smiled, handing the signed check back to the waitress who thanked him as well, beginning to clear the table as the two of us stood from our chairs. I shrugged on my coat, grabbing my bag and Harry’s hand as he led us to the front of the restaurant we decided on for lunch. We both knew there was no escaping the London paparazzi, especially when they wanted pictures of my favorite rock star after the debut of his first album

It was something we had both agreed to deal with when we decided to get out of the house for the first time in days, after celebrating the release of the album in some intimate and non-intimate ways, baking a whole tray of cookies and eating them in one sitting, for instance.

WE decided on lunch in the heart of London, security obviously escorting us to and from the car which made the two of us feel safer than if we were alone.

He led me out the door and into the busy London streets where guards were already surrounding us and screams and flashes were invading my two most vital senses. 

‘Are the rumors true?’

‘Show us the ring!’

‘(Y/N) are you pregnant!?’

WE both knew it was coming, the tabloids were too interested in our personal lives to let something as big as an engagement slip past. It started in the beginning of April when the two of us went on vacation to Peter Island with our friends for a week, taking a break before the album release.

It was there when photos were taken of us, all by friends, all with our permission, getting cuddly, kissing, laughing, holding hands, and just being awfully cute as we are said to be. One picture in particular that had people talking about the supposed engagement was one Jeff took of everyone on the sand, smiling on the beach on our last day at the Island. The sun, both of out enemies at this moment, had beamed straight onto my hand, leaving a little glimmer on my ring finger that many news outlets and fans think is an engagement ring.

We thought it was best not to answer, squeezing each other’s hand in reassurance before we were led into the parking garage to the car where the paparazzi weren’t allowed.

“I can’t believe they all think we’re engaged.” He smirked as we settled in the car, facing each other in the backseat with smiled on our faces.

“I know! How rude, jus’ assuming things that may or may not be true.” I laughed, taking the ring he slid out from his pocket and sliding it back on my ring finger where it belongs. “They could at least wait for us t’ tell ‘em.” I settled back into my seat, looking over at him with a small smile.

“We should a’least tell ‘em you’re not pregnant,” He laughed, taking my hand in his and playing with the band of the engagement ring. “S’just a food baby.” He rested a hand on my stomach, a serious expression on his face.

I slapped his hand away, bringing my knees into my chest. “You ass.” I laughed, watching as he tried to make up for it by leaning over and showering my face with kisses. I let it happen, how could I not. His little kisses were something I couldn’t get enough of.


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Cassian x Reader, Spy AU

Title: Pulse / AO3
Length: 8.6k
Rating: M for language and sexual content
Summary: Modern Spy AU. Fem!Reader is a brand new spy and Cassian is her handler. She tries to get him to lighten up a little but he takes his job seriously and makes sure that she understands she should do the same. It’s only when Reader gets hurt and Cassian feels the life slipping away from her, his hand on her pulse, that he comes to realize how much he relies on her boundless enthusiasm to get him through the dark days. 
A/N: Written for the #GalacticFanaticAUChallenge, put together by @fandom-writes and @the-new-fanfic-order. A huge thank you to my brainstorming buddy and beta reader @firefeatherx!
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anonymous asked:

And MM started the innuendo. She has just posted a pic of her in NY. Of course, the antis are saying that Sam took the pic, as that was a fact.

Hardly a fact as far as I can see. Absolutely no proof to support that claim in any of Sam or Mackenzie’s posts or comments. Quite the opposite in fact.

Sam lifted a pic from the ACLU IG to post on his own IG for his support of gay pride month. He even liked the pic first so that everyone who was paying attention could see that it wasn’t his pic at all but simply used from another account. Then he proceeded to keep social media times that would have him awake in the middle of the NYC night. I don’t know how much clearer he can make it that he isn’t personally in NYC at this time. If he was in NYC he could have taken his own pic of the city, or of any of the many exhibits in that city supporting gay pride if that was his intention. He could also easily engineer a fan pic or two or even a pap pic- the city is full of both. So my conclusion is that he is not there.
It’s Wimbledon next week in London and Cait seems to be in that city too at the moment- that’s my best guess if he is not already somewhere in Europe in rehearsals and other prep for his upcoming movie project set to shoot in European locations this summer.

But MM is in NYC according to her latest post. And So is Billy, according to his.

That is what the facts are. From my perspective the math here is pretty simple.

I had a dream that Bishop of Southwark went to Blythenhale to offer official Church recognition of Feducci’s victory, even though he really, really hates Feducci. Feducci made some sort of joke about Hell’s triremes, and the Bishop of Southwark shot him in the face a whole bunch of times, then he just dared the Constables to arrest him.
It was awesome.

You fell in love with Finn, but you have a secret.

Originally posted by sansasandorshipper

Finn x Reader

You had grown up as Finn’s best friend and you two knew everything about each other. Well, he knew almost everything about you. You knew his family as they had practically raised you and let you stay over when things were too stressful at home. He knew when you had become a full woman because you had ran to his house in tears; no one had explained to you what happens when a woman matures seeing as you only had your father.

You knew how scared he got for his brothers when they went away on business and you knew how bad his anxiety got, though he never let on about it around anyone else. He knew that when you got really nervous, like when you met his cousin for the first time, you had a habit of playing with the fabric of your skirt and you would stutter.

He was there for you when your first boyfriend cheated on you and broke your heart when you were only 17. Finn had even went out to have a ‘chat’ with the lad about how to treat a lady like you. He had come back with busted knuckles, a split lip, and a black eye. You had taken care of him and bandaged up his hands. You had stayed with him that night, aiming to keep him from going out with his brothers or on his own to find the lad again.

After that night, you two were closer than ever. You went everywhere with each other, and that in turn scared off any guys who were interested in you. Eventually, you had noticed how men went running when they saw you round the corner with a Shelby boy on your heels; and you had had enough and confronted him about it. It was a full blown out argument that turned into him confessing how he really felt about you.

After that, it was pure fun and all smiles. He took you to fancy dinners and to the races and you would make dinner for him when he came home from being away with his brothers. It was pure joy and love until one day, you were too weak to meet him for your date. He had run to your home to see if you were okay and found your pale face wrapped in blankets. He had taken care of you for three days before he had to leave with his brothers, John and Arthur, for London and he would be back in two days.  

It was after he left that you decided to go to the doctor because nothing had changed and you felt like shit still. You had just gotten back with a diagnoses and you weren’t sure who to talk to about it with first. After pacing your house for about an hour, you decided that the best person to talk to would be Tommy; he could give you some advice on how to tell Finn.

“What do you mean by that, (Y/N)?” He said his voice barely above a whisper as his hand with his cigarette froze in the air.


“I mean exactly what I said, Thomas,” The tears starting to collect at the corners of your eyes and beginning to fall one by one.

“This’ll break him,” You nodded in agreement, “Why’d you tell me first?”

“I need some advice on how to tell him properly. I want him to know as soon as possible, but I don’t know how to tell him.” Your voice cracked as the tears started to flow and the hiccups of your sobs broke your train of thought. Tommy came around his desk to where you were seated and pulled you up into his chest.

“You tell him how you told me. You give it to him straight, no beating around the bush. It’ll break him to hear it, but it’ll be better than keeping him in the dark or having him have to guess.” He placed his chin on top of your head as you gripped the fabric of his vest. “Don’t tell anyone else until after you tell him. You don’t want him to feel like the last one to know.”

~~~

It had been two days and you were waiting for Finn to walk through the front door. The past two days only consisted of you being in bed for hours and barely eating anything. You had showered in the morning to make yourself at least look a bit presentable and when Finn walked in, you faked the best smile you could. You slowly stood as he rushed over to you and wrapped you up in a hug. It took every fiber in your body to not break down in his arms.

“You look a bit better than when I left. Are you feeling better?” You looked to his eyes full of hope.

“Just a bit,” It wasn’t a lie; you could actually get out of bed and you weren’t having cold sweats anymore.

“Good. I brought you something from London,” He reached inside his pocket and looked to you, pulling out a small box. When he opened it, all you could do was gasp. “I know it isn’t a special dinner or occasion or anything, but I know I love you and I always have. And I want to know you’re mine for as long as you’ll have me, and I -”

“Finn,” You had tears streaming down your face slowly now and when he looked to your face, his smile dropped.

“What? Too soon? Do you like the ring? It’s too much isn’t it? I’m too much, I knew it -”

“Finn! Just hold on a minute.” You pulled him to sit on the couch as he scrunched his brows together. “I would love to say yes, but I have to talk to you before you ask me that question.”

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“Well, I went to the doctor the morning you left…” You grabbed his hands, holding them in your lap after you put the box on the little table in front of you.  

“And? Are you sick?” He scooted closer to you with wide eyes that clouded in confusion as a few more tears escaped your eyes while you looked at your lap.

“I’m not exactly sick, Finn… I’m dying…” You looked up to see him hanging his mouth open and you could spot the tears gathering in his eyes.

“Wh… what?”

“I’m dying, Finn,” One tear was streaking his face.

“Who else knows?” He whispered, voice barely holding steady.

“The doctor, Tommy, and you - in that order,” You looked to your lap to the knuckles of his hands as you rubbed your thumbs over them, “I told Tommy first because I was freaking out and scared and I didn’t know how or when the right time to tell you was. And he told me to just tell it to you straight and as soon as possible.”

“Well, then it can stay our secret for a while, just until we figure out what to do about it, yeah?” You nodded your head, “But there’s one thing that can’t stay a secret,” His voice was cracking now and you saw him holding back the water in his eyes.

“And what’s that?” He reached for the ring on the table, getting on one knee in front of you and taking your left hand in his.

“Will you become my wife?” You nodded as tears of happiness and sadness fell down your face and he slipped the ring onto your finger. He sat next to you again and held you to him. “We’ll figure something out, I promise.” He then placed a kiss to your temple and you both stayed like that until the sun had gone down. The whole time, his body was slightly shaking and his breath unsteady and you knew he had to have been crying, so you just held him to you.

Eventually, he pulled away and wiped your face as you wiped his. “Let’s go tell my brothers, yeah?” You nodded and placed a light kiss on his lips before he pulled you up with him and whisked you off to the Garrison.

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I plan on writing a part 2 to this in the future :)

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Me again, I leveled up my art material studies!

You can see the old set above and the new set below, theyre about a year part although it seems liek much more! All I’ve had sine the first set was job offers and a range too, of working on Willy Wonka to London game art stuff!
To more recently with childrens attire and Mobile game’s from america, and though I hadnt taken my chances on most of them its only made more available to me and helped me grow and develop my skills!

So here’s the latest level up, I still had the old materials on my pinned twitter until recently, so I guess ill replace them with the new ones!

Hope you all like!

anonymous asked:

KATE DRUNK LONDON PLEASE!!!!!!!!

#344

(kate drunk london)

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She woke.

The room was dark. Not just blackout curtains dark, but the absolute of blind night. She was immobile and heavy, pressed into the center of a feather bed, a weight at her back and across her hips.

Rick.

A dart of breath punctured her lungs. Joy bloomed with incredulous heat under her skin.

He was lying partially on top of her, a leg furry and tickling against the back of hers, his cheek at the slope of her spine, breath skirting her shoulder blade.

She eased her arm out from under her body and reached lightly back until she found flesh. Warm and firm, the rise of his thigh where he’d curled into her. Feelings suffused her, things she couldn’t identify, a sensation of needing to protect him that was entirely unlike being the cop to his civilian.

She drew her arm back into her body and laid half under him, aware she had made many mistakes, was still making them, but he wasn’t one.

His phone lit up on the bedside table, a text message. Mother.

But the angle also showed her the flare of white numbers for the time and her stomach dropped out.

She had not called the Twelfth; she didn’t even know where her phone was. The bathroom counter? She’d taken one day’s medical leave which she didn’t technically have, bought an exorbitantly-priced last-minute ticket to London with her credit card and money she didn’t have, and then she had simply not returned to New York.

He had caught her arm and marched her back down the terminal to baggage claim and taxi service, and then-

Mistakes upon mistakes, but he wasn’t one.

She needed to call in… sick? Indisposed? Lovesick?

Kate sighed and edged a knee across the mattress, hooked her leg over the side of the bed. It was work to get out from under him without jostling too much, but he seemed just as dead to the world as she’d been moments ago. 

She stumbled a bit when she finally got to her feet, one knee refusing to hold her up. She hadn’t had marathon sex in… okay, really there was no comparison. What they’d done all through London’s afternoon was unleash a frenetic and wild desperation that had become something entirely animal, only to mellow and soften into this… this…

She had no idea.

She’d never done this before.

Kate padded silently through the room and crossed the threshold of the sitting room. The bathroom was just off that, close to the front door, and the curtains here were still wide open.

There was something thrilling about being naked before them, being fresh from their bed and still raw in places while she went to the bathroom.

Her phone was on the counter where she’d left it, but she waited until after she’d washed her hands to pick it up. New York time it was three in the afternoon; she’d missed even the half day she’d been planning on.

And unfortunately, it was Captain Gates who answered Esposito’s phone.

“Detective Beckett,” the woman said icily.

“S-sir.” Kate hunched forward, caught sight of her nude reflection in the mirror - and the marks he’d made on her skin. “Captain Gates.”

“I suggest you come up with a very good excuse this time, Detective.”

“No excuse,” she answered. She couldn’t keep the energy out of her voice, couldn’t fake sick even if she had wanted to. Castle was on the tip of her tongue. “I’m not in the city, sir.”

“You’re not in the city.”

“No, sir.”

She heard Captain Gates’s disdain - and her disappointment in Kate - clearly. Even in the silence.

But she also heard heavy feet on carpet and the grunt of satisfaction when he spotted her in the doorway. She heard his pleased growl - how well she knew those sounds he made - and the rumble of his demand as he stalked forward.

“What do you propose I do, Detective Beckett? This is irresponsible and, frankly, childish behavior.”

Two broad arms surrounded her, a warm chest pressed against her back. All naked. So naked.

“Sir, I apologize for the way I’m putting out - you out-” Castle’s snort in her neck made her skin shiver. “I can assure you I had no intention of being careless. I can’t make it back to the city in time for tomorrow’s roll call either, but I-”

Teeth against her neck made her knees melt, but Castle hoisted her up again. 

She tilted her head against the side of his. “I’m sorry, sir. I can’t make it back in time. It’s personal. It’s - I had to - it was a recommendation from my therapist.”

The silence on the other end seemed to shift, but the body behind her did as well. Both listening.

Captain Gates gave a dissatisfied noise. “I can’t exactly argue with that without getting a call from your Union rep, can I?”

“I… no?” she guessed. It had sounded like a prompt, like Gates was giving her the right words to say. “You’d hear from my Union rep, yes, sir.”

A put-upon sigh. “Fine. But you will be written up for not informing me of your medical leave.”

“Yes, sir.”

The phone call dropped just that quickly and Kate lowered the phone, turned in his loose embrace to find Castle watching her warily.

“Your therapist?” he said, forced mirth in his voice that badly hid the stiffness in his cheeks. “Didn’t really sound like you made that up.”

“I didn’t. There’s a standing order from my therapist, though I asked him not to put it in my file. But that’s not actually what I was talking about, even if that’s what I led Gates to believe.”

His arms tightened, but trouble was lining his face. “What were you talking about.”

She pressed her free hand to his bare chest, skimming her fingers up to his throat. It was unlike him to be so still. “You.”

Castle’s eyes were on her hand but he lifted his gaze. “Me?”

“He said you were good for me. You were the recommendation from my therapist, Rick.”

“Oh.” A wolfish grin came over his face. “He’s a very smart man. After a phone call like that, so stressful and anxiety-ridden, it’s abundantly clear you should heed your therapist’s sage advice. What do you say? How about we get you a big dose of me?”

She laughed even as she slid her arms around his neck and pushed up on her toes, that rubbing friction that burned between them. “Hm, you may be right.”

A devilish amusement came over his face and he opened his mouth to speak-

But she pressed her fingers over his lips. “If you say sexual healing, I’ll have to do damage, Rick Castle.”

He darted past her blockade to nip at her neck. “Sexual healing. And do your worst, Kate Beckett. Not afraid of damage.”

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Underneath the Bandages

Summary: Dan hits his head whilst masturbating, and despite being rather awkward, the incident brings him closer with his best friend, Phil.

Warnings: vomit, hospitals, head injuries, fainting, mentions of masturbation

Word count: 6.7k

A/N: Disclaimer, probably not my best work but I wrote it so here you go.


A loud thump from Dan’s room interrupted the TV programme I was watching. At first I thought it was nothing, but as I replayed the sound in my head, it started to bother me. He probably just dropped something, he was known for his butterfingers, but something made me worry that it could be something serious.

I turned the volume off on the TV and called out his name, “DAN!?”

There was no reply.

To ease my mind I decided I would go and check everything was okay. I stood up, slipping my phone into my pocket and made my way to Dan’s room. The door was shut, so I knocked, again saying Dan’s name loudly. When there was again no reply, I decided I would go in. I guess he could be asleep and maybe the noise came from the neighbours, but something in the back of my mind told me that I needed to know.

I opened the door and was met with a sight that I had not prepared myself to see; Dan lying, naked, on the floor.

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