You woke up to the sound of your ringtone blaring into your ear. You huffed, screwing your eyes shut and hoping it would stop; it didn’t. Reaching out, you grabbed your phone and squinted at the bright screen, your eyes needing time to adjust.
You sighed through your nostrils, closing your eyes and ignoring the impending headache that you could already feel starting in your temples. You debated not answering, and the call ended. You nearly let a smile form on your lips, but your phone began to vibrate in your hand again, Jimin’s name popping up once again as the sound of your ringtone kept you from sleeping.
whenever magnus is even remotely sick alec will be there in a heartbeat to take care of him
like remember when he cleaned magnus’ couch and picked up all the books that had fallen to the floor in ep 6? that’s alec in a nutshell
he’ll take every opportunity he can to cook for magnus or bring breakfast to the bed for him while magnus will be looking at him fondly and whispers “thank you, alexander"
magnus loves to stroke and play with alec’s hair all the goddamn time
this usually makes alec melt like a one big marshmallow and cuddle closer to magnus’ warm embrace
speaking of cuddling they love to do it especially after a long and tiring day
alec on top of magnus’ chest, snoring softly together and breathing each other in
or maybe spooning one another on the couch just because while watching some old movie magnus picked for them
nuzzling behind the other’s ear and pressing sweet little kisses to their neck
magnus’ use of petnames is endless: going from baby to sweetheart to pumpkin, magnus has got them all
his favorite of course remains the simple and familiar ‘alexander'
but alec has a few for magnus as well
he might not have many but magnus’ heart bursts out of his chest every time alec casually calls out a “babe! come look at this” from the balcony or a more intimate “i’m so glad to have you, love"
alec loves to kiss magnus’ nose just to see the way it scrunches up cutely
magnus might flick alec’s nose just to see his eyes go all crossed, trying to follow the movement of his fingertip
rubbing their noses together while cuddling on magnus’ golden sheets, whispering soft love declarations to each other
casually saying ‘i love you’ at any given domestic opportunity
alec has a habit of doing this every time he leaves and especially after a fight he has to do it bc he’s still afraid of something bad happening and if "i love you” isn’t the last thing he’s said to magnus he can’t deal with himself
magnus doing the exact same thing, kissing him hello and goodbye as often as he can while whispering a soft “i love you, alexander” when either of them has to go to work
sleepy!malec is a thing that happens quite often
droopy eyelids and warm hands all over, soft kisses being exchanged between them as they calmly lay their head in the other’s chest/lap
alec making coffee in nothing but his boxer briefs, rubbing his tired eyes as magnus comes up behind him to nuzzle in his neck
they love to play with each other’s fingers/hands
alec especially loves to play with magnus’ rings, while magnus gently rubs alec’s hand with his free thumb
they also like to hold hands as much as possible: wherever they go, whatever they are doing, you better know that they’re holding hands while doing it
in conclusion: magnus and alec are the softest boyfriends and they love each other v v much
“Picture it, LeFou. A rustic cabin. My latest kill roasting on the fire. Adorable children running around us, while my love rubs my tired feet. But what does Belle say? ‘I will never marry you Gaston.’”
Requested. No. I just really wanted
to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares
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She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful
people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.
Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun.
Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap
and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.
Harry was waiting patiently for someone on the other end of the phone to answer his call. He had called exactly when he always did; 6:30 on the dot in London, which was half an hour before his daughter went to bed. The nightly ritual had been the same for the past two weeks; he would call before bedtime, talk to his little girl as soon as she had her pajamas on, say goodnight before you tucked her in, and then call back after she was asleep and talk to you until his eyes started to droop. It wasn’t ideal - he would have much rather been home with the two of you - but it was better than nothing.
The familiar and sweet sound of your voice finally echoed in his ears and he saw your face pop up on the tiny screen.
“Hey you,” you smiled, “How are you?”
“Tired,” he replied, rubbing at his eyes a bit to keep them focused, “Lots of meetings and interviews today. Is she still up?”
“Of course. I’ve just had her run and brush her teeth; she should be out soon, she knows what time it is.”
Another few minutes went by as you and Harry talked about what had been going on, but you knew Harry was getting antsy to talk to someone else. As much as he loved conversations with you, he only had a limited time with his daughter before she fell asleep.
“(Y/D/N)!” you called, turning your head, “Daddy’s on the phone and he’s waiting for you!”
It was only a few seconds before the thumping of tiny feet could be heard running down the hallway. A moment later, Harry saw the wild hair of his three-year-old appear in frame and he chuckled.
“Hi, monkey,” he said, waving.
“I miss you. How are you?”
“I’m good. I went to Nana’s today and Auntie Gem was there!”
Harry grinned. “Was she? That sounds like fun. Did she let you play salon with her hair again?”
His daughter nodded, excitedly. That was one thing Harry was so thankful for; a sister who didn’t care if her niece wanted to poke, prod, braid or twist her hair within an inch of its life. Gemma was always game for a little ‘toddler spa day’.
*if you’d like to listen to some tunes during this, i would just recommend the wreck of our hearts by sleeping wolf.. over and over again!!*
There was a
pounding ache in your head. It felt like a million pieces of your brain
shattering to the ground, falling apart into almost nothing. Your throat felt
dry and with the little strength within you, you swallowed the dry spit in your
was blurred and your memories felt cluttered – one here and another there. The
lights were bright in the room, too bright. The ceiling was staring straight
down at you. There were all these wires tangled around you, you felt paralyzed.
“Oh my god, I frickin love this one!” Zoe said excitedly as Harry Potter and the goblet of fire began to play on the TV.
You and your boyfriend Joe were staying with Zoe and Alfie for a few nights at their house. It had been a while since you had seen them so it was quite nice to catch up and spend some time with them.
However, Alfie was out late with Sean and Dave as they were working on a van, turning it into a campervan or something. So you and Zoe had decided to have a girly night and watch some films, of course you both had popped out to M&S beforehand to get some snacks. Joe left you both to it as he had some editing to do, so Zoe had run him a bath and he was upstairs editing in the spare room – where you and Joe were staying.
“I always found this one really scary though.” You said to Zoe, pulling the blanket closer to your body.
“Yeah, if you think about it these films are actually quite scary.” Zoe pointed out.
“I mean… If I get scared watching them then I can imagine lots of other people do.”
Time went by as you and Zoe watched the film. Nala was asleep next to Zoe on the sofa and Alfie still wasn’t back yet. You checked the time.
“How is it half 11 already?” You said, not quite believing how fast the time has gone.
When there was no reply, you looked over at Zoe to find her fast asleep on the sofa. Typical.
You watched about 15 minutes more of the Harry Potter film before your phone buzzed. It was Joe.
‘What you doing? X’
You didn’t reply, the film was almost over so you would go up and see him soon. About 2 minutes later your phone buzzed again.
Joe hardly ever put kisses in texts unless he was missing you or in a loving mood.
‘Come to bed x’
This made you smile. You were feeling quite tired and would love nothing more right now than to go and see your boyfriend. The film was almost over so you decided to head up. You thought about waking Zoe, but decided against it as she’d probably wake up soon or Alfie will wake her when he gets home.
You folded the blanket you were using and placed it on the edge of the sofa. You silently walked out of the living and through the kitchen. You got up the first flight of stairs and opened the door to the spare room, revealing a half naked Joe in his boxers laying beside his laptop on the bed.
“Finally!” He smiled up at you, placing his laptop on the floor and stretching his arms out to you.
“How’s editing going?” You asked, shutting the door and moving over to him.
“Fine, but I missed you.” He pouted and pulled you by your wrists so you got onto the bed next to him.
“Aw babe. I missed you.” You replied, even though you were only apart for 2 hours or so and you were just downstairs.
He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his body, you wrapped your arms around his exposed waist.
“Joe!” You laughed when you felt something hard poke into your leg.
“I know, I really need you right now.” He told you truthfully.
“Well we’re in your sisters house so I don’t think so babe.” You laughed, getting up off the bed and into the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth.
“Fuck sake.” You heard Joe sigh as you walked away from him.
However, when you were almost done brushing your teeth you heard a light moan. Was he really doing this right now?
“Y/N.” You heard your boyfriend moan out. Even though you had just told him you wouldn’t do this with him here, you couldn’t help but feel very aroused at the thought of Joe touching himself to the thought of you.
You walked back into the bedroom and switched off the bathroom light. Joe was sat up, leaning against the head board with a hand wrapped around himself. His boxers were now on the floor. Even though this was the last situation that you would like to be in, you couldn’t deny that the sight in front of you made you weak at the knees. Joe’s eyes were drooping from the pleasure he was giving himself. His eyes never left you as he pumped his length at a steady pace.
“Please.” He whimpered.
That was all it took for you slip off your pyjamas and leave them on the floor at the end of the bed. Joe watched you the whole time you were getting undressed, and when you were finally fully naked, he picked up the pace of his hand movements.
“Can you honestly not wait?” You laughed, climbing onto the bed once again.
“I’m so fucking horny.” He groaned, finally moving from his position so that he could lean forward and press his lips against yours.
Lips still attached, Joe flipped you around so now your back was against the mattress and he was hovering over your exposed body.
Your hands went to Joe’s chest, feeling up and down his toned stomach. This was one of your favourite things about Joe – his abs were so defined and you loved it. One of his hands went next to your head to hold himself up, and the other went to the head board of the bed.
You broke the kiss and stared up at Joe with a smirk. He sent you a confused look.
“What?” He asked.
“I just really love you.”
“Well, Y/N, I love you so much more,” He smiled, kissing you again. “But we’ve got to be quiet.”
Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you. You had to hold yourself back from letting out a moan. You were so used to having sex with Joe at home and making as much nose as you wanted, when you had sex somewhere like this you always struggled to keep quiet.
It’s because Joe knew exactly how to make you feel good. Considering you’ve been together for around 2 years now, Joe knew your body. He loved to make you shake so hard when you cum and to scream out his name. Sex with him was always and intense and you loved it.
He rocked in and out of you, each thrust getting harder. The feeling of Joe’s bare skin on your own was such an intimate feeling which is why you were on the pill. It was such a nice feeling to have Joe completely inside you without a condom, it made the pleasure even more enjoyable and it made you feel closer to him.
“Babyyyy…” Joe moaned into your shoulder before nipping at the bare skin.
You took Joe’s hand that was holding onto on the head board and laced your fingers together. He gave your hand a squeezed and let out a gentle moan, trying his hardest not to make too much noise. Joe’s moans were the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard and you would do anything right now to hear his moans and groans echo throughout the room.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making Joe stop his actions immediately. When the handle went down, he pulled out of you as quickly as he could and pulled the covers over you both, making it look casual. Thankfully, he was quick enough.
“Y/N?” Zoe opened up the door as she rubbed her tired eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the sofa!”
“I know! I mean… can’t say I was surprised!” You laughed.
You could hear Joe panting next to you, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were red but Zoe didn’t suspect anything.
“We’ll have to have another girly night again soon, and I promise I won’t fall asleep.”
“Ok, Zoe, I’ll believe it when I see it.” You laughed.
“I won’t!” She defended.
“Is Alfie still not back?” You asked.
“No, I’m think I’m going to ring him in a minute though. What are they doing? Surely they can’t get much done in the dark.” As Zoe spoke, you felt Joe’s hand trail up your thigh.
You didn’t think anything of it until he kept on getting closer and closer to your centre.
“Yeah, he’ll probably be back soon though.” You said to Zoe.
Joe’s fingers went to your clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive area. You sucked in a breath, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but also still very horny.
“How many days has he been doing it for?” Joe piped up. You squeezed the duvet in your hand as Joe slid his middle finger into you.
“This is the third, I think they’re planning on finishing it on Saturday.” Zoe told her brother and he nodded.
“It’s quite cool that they’re doing this though,” He replied, sliding his finger in and out of you as you bit your bottom lip, trying your absolute hardest to refrain from moaning.
“I think it’s amazing! I can’t wait to see what it looks like when they’ve finished it,” Zoe said. “Well, I’m going to bed now so night you two.”
“Night, Zo.” Joe said, using her nickname.
“G-goodnight.” You literally almost face palmed yourself as you stuttered over your words.
“You alright Y/N?” As Zoe asked this, Joe added another finger.
“I’m fine.” You quickly said as Joe finger fucked you.
“Ok,” Zoe sent you an odd look. “Night!”
“I fucking hate you, Sugg.” You said to Joe as soon as Zoe shut the door.
“You hate me?” He repeated. “Looks like you don’t want me to finish you off then.”
Joe’s fingers left you and you whined at the loss of contact.
“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.
“Of course, m’lady.” Joe chuckled, hovering over you and finishing you both off.
Stirring the white milk into the coffee you sighed, bored out of your brain. Your boyfriend was busy working in the home recording studio you had built for him for his birthday, as he was most nights. Yoongi was a member of the internationally famous kpop group BTS, and had even released mix tapes and solo tracks of his own. He was so very passionate about music, in fact, that’s how the two of you had met.
Three years ago you were out buying a new sound system as your room mate had broken yours, Yoongi was in the quiet music store too; he introduced himself as a sales assistant to help you find the best ‘value for money’ equipment, as you didn’t have much cash with you. Of course things started to get a little fishy when said sales clerk asked if you had a boyfriend, whereabouts you like to go eat and what your living arrangements were. Eventually he confessed he didn’t work at the store, but was very intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you better.
Later that night he took you to your favourite restaurant just outside of town and you exchanged numbers before he dropped you off at home. A week later you couldn’t contain your huge Cheshire Cat like grin when he showed up at your door at midnight, blasting music from the most expensive sound system you’d both seen in store.
“Y/N! I saw this in a movie last night, is it working?! Did I get the girl?! Let me in before your neighbours call the cops!”
A/N:Don’t ask me what this trash is because I don’t know. I’ve been doing Driver’s Ed shit all week and my brain isn’t functioning properly sorry if this is terrible lmao. I don’t have the energy to edit this either pls don’t hate me
Remus woke with a start. Sharp, loud cries echoed through the
dark bedroom. He let out a tired groan as he rubbed at his eyes, moving your
arm off of his bare chest. He did his best to gracefully scoot out of the bed
without waking you. Your chin slipped off his shoulder and rested softly on the
corner of his pillow. A sleepy smile grew on his face as you stirred a little,
mumbling his name and smiling in your sleep.
The baby in the crib at the window let out a piercing cry, and
Remus winced, glancing at you. You’d woken up, but he didn’t need to know that.
You watched him pad the rest of the way over to the white wooden crib after
mentally deciding you were still sleeping. He peered down at the baby, smiling
gently at her for a couple seconds as he fumbled with a beautiful lavender
throw Lily had made for your daughter draped across a rocking chair Remus’
grandfather had built. You watched him through squinted eyes and blurry vision
as he lifted your daughter carefully from her crib. He swaddled her in the
blanket, hushing her quietly and rocking her in his arms. He smiled softly at
her, “Hello, my love. What’s the matter? Oh, sweetheart, stop crying.
Nothing to fret over, angel. Daddy’s going to fix you right up.”
You felt a smile grace your face as you watched Remus. You
didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful sight; your whole world standing
together, painted in soft, pallid moonlight pouring through the open blinds. You
watched Remus leave the room, coming back shortly with a bottle and your now
quiet daughter. He took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting the bottle to the
baby’s mouth. If she hadn’t been quiet before, she definitely was now. Remus
gazed down at her, an expression full of love and adoration for the girl
evident on his face. You wanted to giggle at the smile on his face; the ‘stupidly
in love’ grin he always gave you. Your daughter finished the bottle up quickly,
but still she remained restless. You frowned. A bottle normally put her right
back to sleep. You contemplated getting up to give Remus a break, but then he
began talking to the child, and as you listened, you decided you wouldn’t dare interrupt
“My beautiful little angel,”
he whispered, staring down at her. He began to rock slowly. His fingers danced
on the baby’s belly for a couple seconds. She laughed and Remus smiled wider.
What a beautiful sound it was, her laugh. Your husband spoke again, “I was
always a night owl, too. Your mummy though,” he paused to laugh, “well, that
woman passes out at seven and doesn’t wake up until noon the next day. But,
sometimes, she can’t sleep. It’s normal, darling, don’t worry. When Mummy can’t
sleep, I always tell her stories. You want to hear a story, love? I believe you’re
a tad too young to count sheep.”
Remus wiggled his fingers
on your baby’s belly once more, causing her to let out a little shriek. “I’ll
take that as a yes, then, Hope.”
Hope. You’d insisted on naming your daughter that. Not only was it
Remus’ mother’s name, but it was exactly what Remus needed when she came
around, and it was exactly what she delivered. After James, Lily, and Peter were
killed and Sirius was taken to Azkaban, Remus had fallen into a deep hole of
depression, and you couldn’t help him out of it. Most of your pregnancy was
spent alone, and the stress of it all nearly killed you and Hope both, but you
made it through. And when she was born, the twinkle in Remus’ eye return and
with each passing day of having his child, he began to smile again and your
hope for him to get better, his hope for a future, the hopes you shared for
your baby and each other had been restored. That’s what your child was, pure
You were torn from your
thoughts as Remus’ silky voice filled the room again and the story began. “Once
upon a time, there lived a princess; a beautiful, kind girl with the prettiest,
fairest smile and a knack for loving things others thought unlovable. I know what
you’re thinking, darling. This already sounds a lot like ‘Beauty and The Beast.’
Perhaps it is, in a way. The princess lived in a glorious castle called
Hogwarts where she ruled over her people in the Ravenclaw Tower, a place for
the witty ones. The castle was a big place full of magic and wonder. Her loyal
knights, Sir James and Sir Remus,” he paused and giggled quietly at himself, “lived
in the Gryffindor tower, a place for the bravest of them all. And down deep in
the dungeons of Hogwarts lived a slimy little man named Snivellus, a mad
sorcerer who wanted to see the downfall of the Princess Y/N and take her throne.”
You forced back a laugh.
Serverus Snape was many things, but he was not a mad sorcerer and only got the
chance to see your downfall once, before it was quickly taken care of. Remus
continued, “One day, Princess Y/N was with her best friend, Hademar the Owl, in
Hogwarts’ Owlery writing a note to her parents, who lived far, far away. Sir
Remus was off with his mate Sir James, chasing after the fair maiden Lily Evans.
Sir James was hooked on her, and always had a new plan to steal Lily’s heart,
which almost always involved Sir Remus doing something crazy. And so, the
princess was left unprotected by her brave knights giving Slimy Snivellus the
perfect chance to use his latest terrible sorcery on her. While the brave
knights tried to coax Lily Evans into going on a date to Hogsmeade with the
poor, lovestruck, hopeless Sir James, Snivellus sat in a dark corner with his
pathetic chemistry set, brewing up a terrible poison. He had the perfect plan
to steal Princess Y/N’s crown. He would dip a fresh apple into his nasty concoction
and trick the princess into taking a bite, putting her in a deep sleep for the
rest of your life.” He laughed a little, “And knowing Princess Y/N, it was a
pretty good plan. Her subjects wouldn’t have a hard time believing she’d
retired from her princess duties to sleep for the rest of eternity.”
You could tell Hope was
dozing, but Remus didn’t seem to care. He continued his story. “Greasy Ol’ Sniv
slithered up the steps to the owlery, a shiny red apple in his hand. Sir Remus
was still distracted with Sir James’ shenanigans and was nowhere to stop the villainous
creature. Snivellus approached Princess Y/N with a sly, disgustingly menacing
smile on his face and offered her the apple. She reached out to take the gift.
You see, Princess Y/N was very kind and always believed in second chances. But,
as soon as she touched the apple, Sir Remus felt a sick feeling in his stomach.
He knew something was wrong. So, he pulled out is magical map and searched for Princess Y/N frantically. Once he found her, he raced to the owlery, wand in hand. What’s
going to happen, my love? Hm, Hope? Think Dad- Sir Remus can save the day?”
You shifted slightly,
becoming uncomfortable. Remus glanced at you, but you shut your eyes quickly.
When you opened them up again, he was finishing up the story. “Just in time,
Sir Remus burst through the door and shouted a spell, knocking the poisoned apple
out of the princess’ hand. She started to shout at Sir Remus, not letting him
explain his side of the story before resorting to screaming, as usual.” You
tried not to snort at that little comment. Remus just put on a stupid smirk and
kept story-telling, “Sir James was right behind Sir Remus, sweet Lily hot on
his trail. He put magical, unreakable handcuffs on greasy, slimy, disgusting
Snivellus. Lily gave him a victorious kiss and Sir James nearly went into
cardiac arrest. As for the princess, she’d stopped yelling and allowed Sir
Remus some speaking time. He finished his explanation of why he’d saved her ungrateful, shouting life with a brave smile and the princess’
heart thumped out of her chest – her very nice chest. She jumped for joy and
thanked Sir Remus a million hundred times. She gave him lots of thank you
kisses, and thank you other things, and eventually told Sir Remus that she was
in love with him. Yeah, she was so whipped, Hope. After begging a million times,
the princess finally convinced Sir Remus to marry her. As for Sir James and the
fair maiden Lily Evans, they had a big beautiful wedding and loved each other
until the very end…and still do. The Hogwarts castle was a peace with its new
Prince and Princess and Daddy and Mummy lived happily ever after.”
Remus kissed the top of
Hope’s head. He stood up and placed the sleeping baby back in her crib
carefully with a whisper, “The End. Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you so
With a yawn, he sleepily
walked back to the bed, laying down carefully beside you. You pursed your lips
and shuffled around, coming to lay on his chest after he’d burrowed back into
the blankets. You smiled, “Princess Y/N, huh?”
Remus let out a loud groan
before pushing your giggling figure off his chest, rolling over on his side and
hiding his crimson cheeks. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and
wrapping your arms and legs around him, “Goodnight, my brave prince.”
No, but you see, my problem isn’t just the song per se, it’s that I have it on repeat and I just keep seeing Louis? Harry sings and sings and I see flashes of Louis, black&white Louis, younger, older, smiling, running, drinking his tea, kicking a ball, laughing, being soft, playing Fifa, rubbing his tired eyes, talking excitedly about something, but mostly smiling, smiling sweet, soft, pure,smiling in a lot of places, for a lot of reasons, that happy smile of his, you know? And then I hear Harry’s voice again, you bring me home, and Louis is there, smiling with his hand held out, rope on his wrist, and I start crying all over again.
The second time Ronan hugs Adam he’s not sure if it can even be considered a hug. Adam’s tired and his muscles ache. His body is sore from working all day, moving from one job to the other. He longs for sleep, a shower, Ronan’s comforting embrace. His mind takes him back to that hug Ronan gave him in the aftermath of finding Glendower. He thinks of Ronan’s strong arms holding him up when he felt like he was falling - making him feel safe and loved. He sighs deeply, his chest aching briefly, reaching for the keys in his pocket to open the door to his lonely apartment. He wishes Ronan was here. It’s been almost a month since Ronan first hugged him, and although they can barely keep their hands and mouths off each other, hugging isn’t a gesture that occurs regularly between them. Adam wishes it was. He turns the key in the lock and pushes the door open. However, he stops in the doorway, mouth parting slightly in surprise, then slowly forming into a soft smile.
Ronan Lynch - in nothing but a pair of soft grey sweatpants - lies spread eagle on Adam’s mattress, threadbare blanket tossed aside, headphones over his ears, face calm and relaxed in sleep. Adam drops his bag beside the door, after closing it, and rubs his tired eyes as if to make sure he’s still awake and that Ronan Lynch is in fact inhabiting his bed. Briefly, he wonders how Ronan got in. But then he remembers the mix tape in his car and muses at Ronan’s sufficient lock picking skills.
Although Adam wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with Ronan, he’s in desperate need of a shower. He takes a last longing glance at Ronan before silently making his way across the room to his tiny bathroom. He pulls his clothes off and steps into his small shower, scrubbing furiously at the sweat and grease sticking to his tanned skin. Occasionally he splashes water over his face so as not to fall asleep standing under the spray of warm water. Soon enough, Adam leaves the shower and dresses in a pair of worn out pyjama bottoms that are considerably small on him - the hems ending above his ankles. Running a hand through his damp hair, Adam exits the bathroom eager at the thought of finally getting into bed with Ronan.
Tired and aching, the shower having offered only a small comfort to his sore muscles, Adam crawls onto his lumpy mattress settling himself over Ronan. Slotting himself into the space between Ronan’s parted legs, Adam slides his arms under Ronan’s back as if Ronan’s torso was a pillow, pressing his cheek against Ronan’s chest, hair brushing Ronan’s collar bone and throat. The feel of Ronan’s skin against his own, and his body heat, is both overwhelming to Adam’s senses and instantly comforting. Adam feels that similar ache in his chest from earlier. He has missed this desperately. Despite the hardness of his muscles Ronan makes the nicest pillow Adam has ever slept on.
Just as Adam is drifting off to sleep Ronan shifts, his arm once resting above his head moves to wrap around Adam’s waist and hug him closer. Adam - mind now losing itself to sleep, good ear pressed over Ronan’s steady beating heart - doesn’t hear the rustle of Ronan removing his headphones. But, he does register the moment Ronan’s hand softly pushes his hair back, running down the back of his neck before coming to rest on his shoulder rubbing circles into his skin with his thumb. Adam mumbles incoherently into Ronan’s skin, sinking into the feeling of Ronan’s body beneath his. Ronan’s arms holding him close, keeping him warm and safe, Adam finally surrenders himself to sleep.
Request: @zachandreggie : Hey! Could you please do imagine 57 with Montgomery? Thankyou! :)
Author’s note: This was so much fun to write!! Also this is my first fic don;t judge *sweats* Thanks for requesting! btw y/f/c means your favorite color
[Spring Break, Saturday morning] Soft sunlight peaked through your kitchen windows as you trudged through your kitchen-wearing a grayish blue tshirt that wasn’t yours, reaching almost to your knees and short y/f/c pajama shorts that were hidden under this stolen shirt- on a quest for some toast. Exhausted from the party the night before, you replay the loud music, dancing, and all your sweet moments with Montgomery. You look to your side and see Monty passed out on the couch with a blanket in the weirdest position. He had one arm leaning off the edge of the sofa, the other outstretched on the armrest next to his head, and his legs making an L shape as one was atop the top of the sofa. You smile amused at the sight. You weren’t sure how much he drank last night, but for safety measures you drove him home, and before you could offer a spot in your bed, he knocked out on your couch. Putting your soon to be toast in the toaster, you notice Monty shift… a few seconds later, He shifts again. Another shift. Then you hear something hit the floor and shortly after, a “Shiitttt”. Bursting out laughing, the tired, peaceful, morning atmosphere is broken, and you couldn’t be happier. Too boring.
Monty drags himself up, shaking his head after the blow. “Good morning to you too.”, finishing your sentence with giggles. Monty playfully narrows his eyes at you, smirking “Oh you thought that was funny, huh?” You tried keeping a straight face, but at this point even your eyes somehow managed to laugh on their own. “Yes I did, what’re you gonna do about it?” You smirked. Monty shrugs, rubs his tired eyes. “Eat.” You smile and check him out. His tasseled hair, sleepy eyes, as your gaze lowers as you take in his toned arms and just overall muscular body. Damn. Monty gets up from his fallen position and trudges to you sleepily. Monty kisses your cheek and lightly holds your head with one hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Even half asleep he was just a ball of sweet and fluff. The best part was, this was exclusive to you, as Monty tended to be a little less… nice with people who weren’t you. Looking up at him with a light smile, you place your hand over his. “I love you,” he says so smoothly and softly, you can’t hold back your wide smile and blush. His ability to switch from goofy to hopeless romantic in a flash will never fail to surprise you.His gaze falls down to your chosen wear. “Wait a second…..”, Monty’s smile turns into a smirk. “Is that my shirt?” Sheepishly smiling, you answer, “…. maybe……”. Monty’s smirk grows into a grin, “You look better in it than I do. And trust me, that’s a compliment.” You roll your eyes, “Gee, thanks.” “Are you wearing anything under?” Monty’s grin seems to almost be glued to his face. “Yes, perv.” You lightly smack his shoulder and move past him to grab your toast you’ve been yearning for all morning. Placing his arm over your shoulders, he kissed your bedhead. “You’re too cute. Wear my shirts more.”
I’m In Love With My Best Friend – Cody Christian Imagine
Requested by Anon:
Could you write an imagine where you told your sister that you have a boyfriend
so she’d stop trying to set you up with guys, but now she’s coming to visit for
surprise and you need a fake boyfriend during your sister’s visit so you ask
Cody (your best friend) to pretendbe your boyfriend and everything seems goes
right until the act stop being act?
Word Count: 3,141
Warnings: None other than Cody saying a curse word, ha. Fluff?
Author’s Note: Y/S/N = Your Sister’s Name. I did this because in previous imagines where I’ve named a
sibling or best friend, some of y’all have mentioned it was weird to read your
own name. So I decided to let y’all use your actual sister’s name or come up
with the name yourselves if you don’t have a sister.
Also, I sneaked in a line from Gilmore Girls. I wonder if anyone can point it out.
Come on. Come on.” Y/N whispered repeatedly as the phone rang. She paced
back and forth in her bedroom, hoping her best friend would answer. “Pick
up the damn ph-”
The sound of her
best friend’s groggy and sleepy voice interrupted her rambling.
time! Why aren’t you answering your phone? I only called you like a hundred
times! I could have been dying and-“
Cody noticed the
nervous rush in her voice and rubbed this tired eyes. He cleared his throat
before he interrupted her. "Okay, first of all I was filming all night and
I just got home a couple of hours ago. Second of all, you’re obviously not
dying so this better be good, because as much as I love ya, you know I get
cranky when I don’t get enough sleep. Lastly, breathe. Just breathe,” he
inhaled and exhaled, which Y/N mimicked, making her feel a little better.
“Now tell me
what’s wrong?” He asked groggily yet genuinely concerned at the same time.
“I lied to my
sister,” she started as she finally sat on the edge of her bed.
“That I had a
boyfriend. I only did it so she would stop setting me up with all these guys
she knew. I thought my plan would work,” she continued.
following along with her story with his eyes closed. “I remember you told
me that. So, what’s the problem?"
decided to surprise me by coming into town without any warning! Now she’s on
her way here, because not only does she miss me, but also because she wants to meet
my boyfriend of two months…” she trailed for a second, silently praying
Cody would agree to the favor she was about to ask him. “So, I was hoping
if you could come over and play the part.”
Cody’s eyes flew wide open. He heard what she
said but he still had a hard time believing it. “Come again?” He
asked, needing confirmation.
“I need you to be my fake boyfriend for my
sister,” she explained as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously.
“I promise you, I’ll get you a gift card for Chipotle that will last you
for at least three months,” she bargained knowing Chipotle was Cody’s
Cody quickly sat up,
“I’m getting in the shower right now and I’ll meet you at your
Y/N smiled widely.
“Seriously, you are the best. Thank you so much.”
know I’d do anything for you,” Cody smiled back even though she couldn’t
see him. “What time will your sister get there?“
"She said she
was about 2 hours away,” she answered.
I’ll get there before she does,” he said as he walked into his bathroom.
“Don’t forget the gift card,” Cody
smiled as Y/N laughed.
Warnings: fluff, maybe a swear word? but really just entirely fluff
Prompt: AU. Painter reader and Mechanical engineer student Dean Winchester. Reader decides that Dean gets to be her canvas today.
A/N: Betad by @taste-of-dean like two weeks ago, this fic has just been sitting waiting for me to post it but I got sidetracked by phxcon.
Y/N was in her favorite button down - the one that was covered in oil and acrylic colors, flicked, smeared and dotted in all different places. It was previously her fathers, though she had stolen it from his closet when she took her first art class her freshman year of high school. Dean always knew what was happening when she wore it.
It was more your flat than it was Harry’s now, after years of living in it. Originally, it had started under the premise that you would only remain in his flat for as long as it took you to find your own place. Which was fine, because he wasn’t staying there and you needed a place as uni started and you were friends, close friends, and it was all fine and dandy.
But then you really started to get busy with your schoolwork and considering the workaholic and professional perfectionist that you were, you were constantly on the move between classes and work and more classes and your second job. And besides, Harry was really only in and out at that point. The tour was coming to an end, the band was on their final days, and Harry really hadn’t thought much of it that you had now lived in his London flat for an entire year.
And also, he felt bad. He felt bad that you felt the need to always support and provide for yourself and that you were doing nothing but working yourself to death in order to pay your tuition and then be able to find your own living conditions and so finally he had said, “Just stay here. Stop worrying about it. You’re fine here, Y/N. Really.”
Though you’d fought it originally, you knew that in order to keep your perfect grades in tact and be able to get to work on time, there was no better place to live than where Harry was. You were centrally located now considering you’d applied to jobs close to Harry’s flat so you could walk, and you only had to walk a solid fifteen minutes to get on campus. You were comfortable, Harry was comfortable, all was well.