we actually had this picture planned out from the first day we brought him home

OH dear! SO.

Please keep in mind that this was yeeeears ago, actually quite awhile before I started working on the show. I was just a fan of MLP at the time.

And it actually starts with Kingdom Hearts. At the time, @kiaxet and I were doing a Let’s Play for KH2, and were recording it in my room at my parents’ place. This was our first LP, and was a fairly low-key, just for the fun of it kinda deal, especially since neither of us had really fancy recording equipment. So this one Saturday we got together and were gonna record for several hours, easy to do since I was the only one home that day. However, my really good friend who I’m going to call Kel here (she’s not on social media) also had the day off and wanted to drive up to spend time with us. She said she should arrive between 4 and 5.

And I’m all “Yeah sure you can come hang! We’re going to be recording the LP that day. So just come in the house, head on upstairs and join us whenever you get here.” Again, low-key LP where we had other friends walk in to join on occasion.

Now, keep in mind that I figured this would be fine to tell Kel, for a number of reasons. We both had our cell phones with us, and we pretty much always left our front door unlocked if at least one person was home. On top of that, the back patio door was also always left open for the dog. And all that aside, the dog we had at the time, Sophie, was a big ol’ pitbull/swiss mountain dog mix. She was 1) pretty territorial, and 2) had a BOOMING voice. Which meant if anyone approached the front door, she let the whole house know with a giant bellow of a howl. I figured with all that, Kel would have no issue getting in and we’d know when she did, too.

(Here, have a doofy picture of her) 

WELL. Four things apparently happened.

  1. Our cell phones were turned off so that they wouldn’t interfere with the microphone.
  2. The front door was, for reasons unknown, locked.
  3. So was the back patio door.
  4. Sophie apparently decided that day she was going to take a very long afternoon nap and not care about the front door at all.

So I’m sitting up on the top floor with Kiaxet merrily let’s-playing away, wondering when Kel was going to show up, when we finally took a break at 5 and I went downstairs to get snacks. And then I heard knocking.

Kel had actually arrived at 4, discovered all entrances into the house were locked, that we weren’t answering cell phones and she’d been knocking and ringing doorbells for an hour while waiting outside. I’d basically left my good friend locked outside of the house for an hour because I didn’t think to stop playing Kingdom Hearts for a bit.

And I’m just like HOLY FRIGGIN CRAP I AM THE WORST FRIEND IN EXISTENCE, I AM SO SORRY and spent all day apologizing because I am a scumbucket of a friend who locked someone outside and did not hear them knocking at all. So I was all “DUDE. I SUCK AND I’M SORRY. To make it up to you, please let me make you some original art. Absolutely anything at all you want to request, I’ll paint it and it’s yours for free.”

Kel was a total class act and accepted the offerpology. Since she was big into Star Trek and MLP was fairly new at the time, fresh and exciting and we both enjoyed it, she asked for a painting of Discord on a throne saying one of Q’s famous lines from a favorite ST:TNG episode. So, I broke out the watercolors and spent awhile painting this for her. Once done, I was ready to pass on the painting for her.

However, Kiaxet was planning to attend an upcoming Gallifrey, and knew that John de Lancie was going to be there doing autographs, so she offered to make my apology painting extra-special and get it signed by him. Kel agreed, so Kia brought that along for an autograph.

And apparently, John de Lancie really liked it?? Like, kept gushing about how much he loved the painting to Kia. Eventually asked for my phone number so he could request another, since the original still belonged to Kel. So one day a couple weeks later I’m doin’ my thing and I get a call from someone I don’t recognize, aaand yeah, it’s John de Lancie.

“Hey, I really liked that painting you made that I signed at Gallifrey! I’m doing signings at another con real soon and I wanted to have something I could pass out for autographs if people didn’t have something. Can I commission you to do another painting like that?”

And I’m all. “UHHHH. SURE THING DUDE”

SO. I DID. Another watercolor of Discord saying one of Q’s lines. Trying to make sure I spent as much time on that as I did the first, even if there was some slight variation! Since I was giving him the original to make copies of and he was going to pay me in cash, we agreed to meet up in person for the exchange.

Sooo we meet up at a nearby Johnny Rocket and we get some fries and milkshakes, do the commission payment, and get to chatting. And he’s all “So…I keep getting all these emails from guys who apparently really like ponies and the voice I did for that show? Can you please explain this “My Little Pony” fan thing to me?”

And I’m just sitting here with my oreo milkshake like

Ho boy here we go


So that’s how I ended up explaining the concept of Bronies to John de Lancie because I accidentally locked my friend out of the house.

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.


Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N!”
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Okay.”
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

“Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.

×××

Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.

×××

“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”

Doll.

So you’re Spider-Boy? || Peter Parker x (f)Reader! [Part 1]

Request:hi are you guys still taking request? I loved your father Tony x daughter reader. Can you make another one where she’s his daughter and she’s like this awesome computer hacker and she was the one who found out about Spiderman? Then her and peter meet for the first time? Does that even make sense lol Thank you love you guys“ -Tumblr Anon

Title: So you’re Spider-Boy? [PART 1]
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Dad! Tony Stark
Word Count:
1270
Warning: Fluff, shy-stammering Peter Parker, civil war era
Creator: Alta
A/N:
Reposting/Plagiarizing is not appreciated, reblog is fine. Hope I did the request justice… I added in my own ideas e,e Also! I kinda would like to dedicated this to Shan, she legit cried because she couldn’t go to the premiere for Spider-Man :—)) so this goes out to everyone alike.


War finally came down to Tony and Steve, and honestly you weren’t surprised. But it worried you that Steve really was abandoning the Avengers for a killer that was once his old friend. And you saw how it hurt your dad, how it was affecting everyone.

Eventually, Tony had thought it through and came down to the conclusion he needed help, so formed a team. But he needed a good number to recruit, which brought you into the picture. Now, being the only child of the billionaire himself, heavens forbid you fight… Not physically anyways.

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Anonymous said: Can you please writer where the reader meets jeff’s family ( you can pick if they are dating or not but either way jeff 100% never shuts up about the reader to his parents) and atkin’s family embarrassment ensues haha

Author’s Note: So I couldn’t come up with any shenanigans, so I double whammied Jeff&Y/N. Lets just say that both sets of parents ship it. And not afraid to be vocal about it ;) I’m sorry it didn’t come out as you hopefully expected.

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Jeff X Reader

“Jeff. Jeff!” You laugh. “Stop stuffing your face and drive.”

“But it’s s'good!” He mumbles, shoving another spoonful of chili frito into his mouth.

You pull your phone out, taking a video as his cheeks puff out with all the food he’s stuffed into them while you’re stopped at a stop sign. He had surprised you by driving you an hour into the big city for a major league baseball game and the two of you sat in the middle of crowd, cheering and booing and stuffing yourselves full of ball game food. But Jeff- Jeff couldn’t get enough of their chili frito and even ordered another tray right after the game had ended.

A car honks from behind Jeff’s car, you cackling as Jeff startles in surprise. He laughs directly at your phone’s camera, he then passing over his food to you before driving away. You quickly edit a small piece of the video to add to Instagram for everyone to see just how much your best friend is better than theirs, and then settle in for the drive home while eating half of Jeff’s food.

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Fever Kiss

Dabin was beginning to get concerned. Christian hadn’t eaten anything all day, his eyes were hardly open, and he kept falling asleep in weird places. When he started coughing he decided to ask once more. “Hey man, are you alright?”

“Yeah” Christian cleared his throat feeling the horrible scratchiness deep inside it. “I’m fine.” After putting on a mask he continued to work. The mask helped muffle his coughs and make them less noticeable to Dabin and the others.

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Constant | Part 2

Vernon x Reader

3013 words

Synopsis: After moving in with you, Vernon needs some help controlling his reactions to you. He deals with it in the only way he can think will work.

Warnings: a wet dream what has my mind done I’m sorry

I update this series every week on Sunday close to 6 pm EST

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7-kiwi  asked:

Hmmm what if he has the wedding but can't invite you as his plus one but takes you to hawaii anyways and then something else happens 🤗

“Whaddya mean I can’t bring her to the wedding?” Harry was beyond frustrated. He hadn’t planned on bringing you because you had planned on visiting your family, but there had since been cancelled. And Harry wasn’t about to leave you by yourself while he’s out having fun at wedding in Hawaii. 

You walked in just as Harry threw his phone on the bed. It hit the headboard which you were afraid might have broken it, but it didn’t seem to phase Harry at all. “H, what’s wrong?”

“They won’t let me take yeh to the wedding. Said it’s too late.”

“Well H, it is kinda late. It’s okay, I don’t mind staying here while you’re gone.” It really didn’t bother you, it’s not like you knew the couple or anything. You sat down on the bed, checking his phone since he didn’t seem to be worried about it. 

“Ugh, I just want yeh with me.” He was pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair. When he stopped pacing and looked at you. “I have an idea. Why don’t yeh come with me to Hawaii? Yeh can’t go to the wedding, but we could still have our own fun.” 

Hmm, well you’d always wanted to go, but would it be weird since he’s going to a wedding? Well maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. It’d give you some time to relax and let all your stress go. “Darling? Would you want to do that?”

“Huh, oh yeah that’d be great!” Instead of saying anything he ran over to give you a hug. Harry helped you back since he had all of his stuff together. Packing was always such a pain in the ass. You always felt the need to pack more than needed because god forbid you be without something. 

—–

Landing in Hawaii, you could believe how spectacular everything was.  Pictures did not do it justice. Harry didn’t seem to impressed, then again he’d traveled the world, it probably gets tiring after a while. 

You didn’t think it could be anymore beautiful until you arrived at the hotel. Harry had of course had booked the suite which had a few overlooking the beach. “It’s beautiful, H.”

“Not as beautiful as yeh.”

“So cheesy H,” but it still made you smile. He may by cheesy, but at least he loves you and doesn’t have a problem showing it. Walking out onto the balcony, you leaned up against the railing, letting the breeze kiss you. 

The next day Harry was getting ready for the wedding. You were a little upset that you weren’t able to go, but of course you understand the late notice. Last night you’d decided that you would spend the day relaxing on the beach. 

Since you didn’t have anywhere to be, you fell back asleep after he left. By the time you woke up, it was mid afternoon, the sun was shining through the huge window, and you were ready to lay out on the beach. 

The beach wasn’t too crowded thankfully. It was so relaxing that you actually fell asleep. Much to your dismay because waking up being burnt to a crisp was not fun. Stopping at the shop in the hotel to grab some aloe to hopefully take some of the pain away. 

Harry wasn’t back already, much to your dismay. Trying to put aloe on your back by yourself was more difficult that you could imagine. Harry came home just in time to help with the middle of your back. You asked him how the wedding went, hoping he’d had a better time than you did. And by intoxication he did. 

He stated it went well and was happy to be a part of it. Of course he missed you more though. You told him you day went well except for the sunburn. He flopped down on the bed after stripping down to his boxers. “Well I missed yeh. Wish yeh could have come with me.” 

“I wish I coulda too,” you say gently sitting down on the bed. “Do ya think we could stay in tomorrow. I don’t want to get anymore burnt.”

“Of course love, anythin’ yeh want.” He went to wrap his arms around, then realized it would probably do more harm than good. Instead he played with your hair, running his fingers through it. “Yeh so beautiful babe. Even when yeh look like a giant tomato.” You swatted him, but couldn’t help but smile. 

—–

The next day Harry and you spent the entire day in the suite. He let you pick all the romantic movies, after giving you shit for it, although you knew he really loved them. Harry had ordered so much food that you thought he’d probably picked one of everything. 

After the third movie had ended, you hopped in shower, turning the water to as cool as you could stand it. Harry joined you soon after, taking the soap and lightly on your skin, trying to keep from hurting you. He turned you to face him, only to grab your head and pull you in for a kiss. Harry let go of the soap so he could grab you with both hands. 

His fingers trailed down your back until he gave your ass a little smack. “Harry!” 

“M’sorry love, your ass is jus’ so smackable.” His lips trailed to your neck. You tried your hardest to fight it since you knew it would hurt like hell with your sunburn. In one swift motion he turned you so you weren’t facing him and had you bent over. You could feel him line up with your center. 

He thrusted his entire length at once, but not moving, giving you time to adjust. When he thought he’d given you enough time, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting in again. You loved being fucked slowly, it was so intimate. There was just something glorious about being able to feel every inch of him. 

Even though his pace was slow, your high was building until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clenching caused Harry to come soon after. After both of you caught your breath, he pulled out, giving both of you a quick wash before shutting of the water and helping you out of the tub. 

Reaching for a towel he dried himself off first then proceeded to help you. When he was almost done, he stared at you, not being able to stop. You had no idea why because you were pretty sure you looked a hot mess. “Marry me?”

That brought you out of your thoughts. Wait did he just ask to marry him? You were dumb founded. Of course you wanted to marry him, but you hadn’t expected him to ask so soon or why both of you were standing naked in the bathroom. “Did yeh hear me? Will yeh marry me? I know this isn’t the most romantic and I know I should planned somethin’”

You stopped him mid sentence with a kiss. Realizing that you’d not actually answered him, you pulled away looking into his eyes. “OF course I’ll marry you Harry!!” Both of you stood there holding on to each other not saying a word, just soaking in the moment. This may have not been how you were expecting to be proposed to, but it was definitely perfect. No matter how Harry would have proposed the answer would always be yes. The two of you spent the rest of night in bed discussing what type of wedding you both wanted. 

Through The Phone | pjm

word count: 1.7k

pairing: jimin x reader 

ugenre: fluff, bestfriend!au, friends to lovers

disclaimers: unedited 

description: Letting you steal the covers, playing with your hair, Park Jimin would do it all.

a/n: just a little drabble in honor of park jimin. happy birthday jimin! ♡

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The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 37) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Šurpu”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Zachary Pillit, Mason Hewitt, Liam Dunbar & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: This played out in my head like an episode of Teen Wolf and it makes me love it so much because of that, I hope that’s how it reads. Also, I was in the shower before I wrote this chapter and I almost got out with conditioner stilll in my hair just to get down the conversations before I forgot them… the things I am willing to do for this series.

Summary: Four days before the full moon, nearing the beginning of August, Y/n, Liam, Malia, Scott and Zachary gather at the Beacon Hills High gymnasium with a plot to lure and destroy the rabisu, using the Šurpu, an ancient incantation that could be the key to finally ridding Beacon Hills of the archaic demons.

Chapter Thirty-Six - Chapter Thirty-Seven - Chapter Thirty-Eight

Originally posted by fandoms-broke-my-life

“You okay?” Scott asked, gently rubbing your shoulder, as you both walked through the halls of his old high school, heading towards the gym.

You kept up with Scott’s pace and adjusted the tote bag over your shoulder. You glanced over at Scott and looked down at the sleeping bag in your left hand and the pillow shoved under your arm. You sighed. “I’m….. really scared.” You finally admitted to your Alpha.

“Yea, I am too. I keep thinking, like, what if we can’t actually get rid of these things? What happens to Beacon Hills? It’s been hard enough keeping people contained to their houses at night for just a month. People will leave and Beacon Hills will become a ghost town. Plus the last time we fought something like this, it was the Oni and Allison died… I’m just nervous.” Scott worried out loud.

You contorted your face to the side as you set down your backpack, sleeping bag, and pillow in the middle of the basketball court in the gym of Beacon Hills High School. “Somehow, I hadn’t even thought of any of that.” You said with some agitation.

“Uh… that was not meant to add any extra pressure or freak you out more…”

“And yet…” You pursed your lips and widened your eyes at Scott.

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Photo Quest | On AO3
Word Count: ~7000
Warnings: None

Summary: A ficlet based on an old Imzy prompt. Steve loses a wallet, where he keeps a secret picture of Tony. His team of heroes is of no help, but hey, Thor’s roommate Daryl has some strangely insightful advice about ham. 

Also for STONY Bingo Square S4 - ‘Pining’


Captain America didn’t panic. Serum-enhanced national treasures usually didn’t, and good for them because Steve Rogerssoldier, punk, plucky kid from Brooklyndefinitely was. Panicking, that is.

He thumbed tensely through the video feed on his Starkpad. A panoramic view of every common area in the Tower was right there at his fingertips, and some not-so-common areas were just a passcode away. In addition, he had access to satellite feeds and other methods of surveillance that walked a thin line Constitution-wise, but none of them really solved his problem.

“Anything?” he asked FRIDAY.

‘Negative,’ replied the AI.

“Oh jeez, still?” Steve asked in a voice that might have been called a whine if someone who was not him were describing it.

“Captain, I’m doing my best,” FRIDAY protested. “A full building scan takes time, y’know?“

“Limit it to my recorded locations.” he commanded brusquely. “Last 48 hours.”

“You didn’t authorize me to record your movements within the Tower,” said FRIDAY, and Steve figured he probably deserved the smug undertone behind her serene professionalism.

He closed his eyes and slumped back in his seat anyway. “Goddamn it.“

“Woah, language.”

Steve snapped his eyes open at the wry tenor, instantaneously flipping the Starkpad over. He found himself face to face with Tony, much like a deer in headlights. It was not a good look on him, and Tony’s brow rose in predictable confusion.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked, and lightweight that he was, Steve could already feel his face grow warm.

He made a valiant effort nonetheless. “Nothing.”

“Oh, because it totally sounded like you were arguing with my AI,” Tony folded his arms now. He loomed, and Steve really had no other choice but to notice how he was dressed to spar— cutoff shirt, hand wraps, trunks that hugged his waist just right… “And losing.”

While Steve battled his sudden case of dry mouth, Tony continued. “Come on, what’s making America’s golden boy swear in the presence of a disembodied lady?”

“I lost my wallet,” Steve admitted.

Tony looked skeptical, but didn’t actually say anything about it. He rattled commands off to his AI instead, “FRIDAY, order replacements for Cap’s charge cards and report his IDs as lost.”

“Already done, boss,” FRIDAY replied, more pleasantly than she’d done for Steve.

“Done,” Tony echoed. He flashed Steve a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished?”

Steve tapped his fingers on the Starkpad. “My wallet is still missing, so no.”

“Then, let’s order a wallet. You ok with leather?”

“Tony, no.” Steve shook his head. “I don’t want a new wallet, I’m going to find my old one.”

“Why?”

And that’s the thing about Steve: he may be a terrible casual liar, but he was made to get out of potentially ruinous situations that might threaten the very structure of the team.

He stood and clasped Tony’s shoulder. “Because I’m a weird old man, remember? Let me live.”

Steve managed to pull off a mostly casual stroll to the elevator to head up to his suite. He smiled genially at Tony through the doors while pressing the button to his floor, and Tony stared back at him with undisguised suspicion.

Steve held his smile for the eternity it took for the elevator doors to close, and slumped back against the wall as soon as they did. Why was he like this?  

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anonymous asked:

can you do more hs au? like maybe them telling each other how they feel/ the first day of school with them as a couple?

(previous post)

here’s the fun thing, after what me and sam call The Scene and The Morning After (see link above), we pretty much fade out on how we wanted this to go down. everything is scattered bullshittery and future plans.

tl;dr: them as a couple is barely any different with them as tutor-student.

too long wanna read anyway:

  • neil and andrew begin getting more and more affectionate, which is hard to say for a third- and second-year student. andrew has a completely different schedule, and so does neil, but both of them know it even though they never meet up during class hours
      • OF COURSE THEY DO
  • on monday, the school announces prom on friday. on tuesday, everyone starts making a huge deal about it. by wednesday, everyone is almost panicking. 
  • in all these days, the GSA has 0 fucks given. mostly because almost all of the people in the GSA already have appointed dates. except maybe for kevin, neil, and andrew.
    • guys, i don’t think kevin wants a date anyway. or to go to prom.
  • on all four days before prom, our boys don’t really care. actually, their close friends (and brothers) begin getting a bit suspicious. i mean, who wouldn’t be?
    • neil pops up around andrew’s locker to say good morning, though they’ve never bothered with each other before 
    • andrew stands around at the soccer team’s table and waits until neil pops up so that they can share andrew’s empty table at the back, reserved for aaron, renee, and, occasionally, katelyn and kevin.
      • they walk almost almost elbow to elbow, neil knocking the back of his hand against the back of andrew’s in greeting. neil is smiling enough for the both of them.
    • andrew grabs neil’s bag from the locker rooms while neil is at practice and waits around for neil by the bleachers (vaguely illustrated in this post)

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Too Hot**

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SMUT WARNING**

Joe and the boys have had tonight planned ever since London showed the slightly bit of sun. London is notorious for being gloomy, overcast and cold so as the warmer months approached, the boys wanted to make the most out of it, especially Joe. 

Ever since he had moved into his new flat, he had been furnishing his patio to make it a comfortable seating area for his mates to have a chilled night, or like tonight, a small party. 

You had been invited only a few days ago, a last resort actually. It was originally just going to be the boys but Caspar had invited Maddie who then invited a few of her friends which in turn made Joe, your best friend, invite you. You accepted, deciding it was best to actually have a fun weekend for once that didn’t involve writing emails to people who you knew wouldn’t be checking their inboxes until Monday.

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Sunset Manor - Assisted Living Facility

“You gotta take me to the bank,” Nathan said. “I can take out ten thousand dollars and we can go rent a limousine and me and you and Don and Joe can all go out to dinner. And then we can go pick up Lori and go to the park…”

“Listen Nathan, I’m your friend. I’m here to help, but I can’t take you to the bank,” I said. “There are limits to what I can do. I can bring you some art supplies. I can bring you a snack. We can hang out and draw and I can be your best friend, but that’s about all I can do,” I said, putting my arm around him.

Nathan lives in an assisted living facility. He’s in his late 60’s but is intellectually about 6 or 7 years old. He has some difficulty walking. Sometimes he has little mini seizures and falls down. He likes to tell stories. He constantly tells one about how he just won the lottery and he needs me to pick up the money for him at the bank. One time he even got out a dusty old leather satchel he wanted me to fill with all the cash. He’s also constantly getting married. Last week he told us he got married in the Bahamas.

Nathan is probably the sweetest human I’ve ever met. He laughs easily. I have to be careful or he’ll laugh so hard I worry he’ll fall or have an episode. He hugs me several times whenever I leave.

The Beginning
When I started doing hospice visits I told myself I could handle it. I’d been to dozens of funerals and I wasn’t afraid of death. I’d tried to help foster kids and orphans, but that was too much for me. I guess it brought up my own issues about being a foster kid and courtrooms, and adoption and being unadopted, being made a ward of the state, homeless.

Hospice would be easier for me. These folks were terminal. Given three months or less to live. Plus, they were being taken care of by a slew of nurses, doctors and their own families. I’d just be spending an hour or two a week with them. Just visiting. Just being there for them. Maybe I could give them a little comfort. I could talk to them or read or just listen. Maybe I could hold their hand as they approached the great unknown. Maybe I could sit with an ailing husband while a wife got out of the house for an hour or two. How hard could it be?

In our training they said, if the patient dies, don’t call 911. Call the nurse or your contact number. I found that reassuring. I wouldn’t have to worry about fucking it all up. Even if something went horribly wrong I could just be there for them til the end.

Don
So now I’m in over my head. I have a patient I’ve had for over a year. Don lives at Sunset Manor and is dying of cancer. He’s mentally handicapped and been in various facilities his whole life. They’ve decided not to tell him he is dying. He actually gets around pretty good, so much so he gets into trouble because sometimes he escapes. So I take him out of the home once a week to help ease his wanderlust. We usually go get some ice cream. Sometimes we wander around the mall or visit a pet shelter if we have time between nurse appointments. One week he wanted to stop at the store for some activity books. He likes word find puzzles and coloring books. The next week he wanted some coloring pencils. The week after he wanted more coloring pencils.

“What happened to the coloring pencils we bought last week Don?”
“Oh nothing,” he says, averting my gaze.
“Did you lose them?” I ask
“No,” he says, “they’re for Nathan.”
“Oh, does Nathan live at the house with you?”
“Yeah,” he said. “He wants some batteries too for his radio.”
“What kind of batteries?” I say, shaking my head.

When we get back to the home Nathan is nervously waiting like a prisoner planning an escape. “Did you get the stuff?!” he whispers loudly, blinking his hands with anticipation.

“Hi Nathan,” I say introducing myself. He smiles a big shy rotten toothed smile and nods excitedly. He pulls out a shopping list.

Color pencils, Cracker Jack, Babe Ruth, batteries, headphones, sketch paper, People’s Sexist People Magazine. Also a list of numbers.

Nathan explains that he won the lottery and these are the winning numbers. I just need to pick up the money and a few other things. He’ll give me and Don a million dollars each.

I hand Nathan his colored pencils and explain to him that he is supposed to give me the money first and I’ll go get him all the items he needs. This turns into a long running joke where every time I see Nathan the first thing he says to me is “Did you get the money?!”

I say, “No, I thought you had the money! You’re supposed to give me the money and I’ll bring it to the bank!”

Then he laughs and laughs. Then we get down to the serious business of what he drew for me that week and if I brought him anything. Nathan and I have a working agreement. I’ll buy him art supplies as long as he makes me a drawing. I’ll also bring him one snack, but that’ll cost another drawing or a story or poem.

Lately, he’s been trying to weasel a radio & headphones out of me. I explain to him that these are expensive and my resources are limited to art supplies, snacks and books. Last week I got him a big Ripley’s Believe It or Not book from a thrift store. A Guinness Book of World records and People’s Sexist People is on the list too, but I try to dole things out slowly. I got three guys I’m buying stuff for and, sadly, anything of value gets stolen from these guys.

Joe
Joe is Don’s roommate. He draws all the time and brags that he taught Nathan how. He’s a former sign maker. I saw him drawing a horse one day with an old nub of a pencil. He had a ruler he’d fashioned out of a restroom sign, but he was having trouble because he didn’t have an eraser. When I bought him some pencils and erasers, he said that God had sent me. That he’d been praying to find an eraser. I made the same deal. He’d make me art and I get him supplies. Joe draws 20-30 drawings for me a week! Most are Merry Christmas cards to my wife and I. Some are pictures of politicians. (He hates Trump!) He also draws sailboats and his dog that he had to leave when he came to the home. A story for another time.

Every week I spend an extra hour with these guys after taking Don out for ice cream. The four of us hang out in Don & Joe’s room. We sit on twin beds and look at art and pictures and tell stories and laugh like little boys. They are all so sweet and thankful and say it’s their favorite thing all week.

I’ve been having a hard time with it though. I tried to avoid this. I just wanted to help someone through a dark moment in a dark hallway. Now I’m neck deep with the lost little boys (one of whom is me) trying to live in a world of loneliness and pain.

Plus, I can’t shake the feeling that I could help a hundred poor lost souls if I had my shit together. I break down and cry when I’m alone, thinking of how happy I make them with just a few pencils and paper and an hour or two of my time.

I look at the world and I’d hate it if hate wasn’t a waste of time. I guess I got things to do, art to work on, friends to help.
Banks to rob.

Don't screw your servers.

(warning: long story)

When I was just out of high school and still living at home I took a summer job working at my favorite dive restaurant. I had been going they’re for years and didn’t know that the owner had sold the place to someone else who didn’t change the name or menu.

The place was really small so often times it was just me (a waitress) and the cook, somedays I made a killing and other days the place was dead.

The boss seemed really laid back when I started. This was his first business and didn’t have a whole lot of management experience but since he only had 4 employees and we were all competent it wasn’t a big deal.

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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 2

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Summary: It’s senior year and everyone is fighting battles they do not want to face. Toxic relationships, conservative parents and alcohol are a bad mix. Quite frankly a recipe for disaster.


The phone buzzed between where Lucien and Feyre were sitting on her bed, surrounded by physics equations, sweet wrappers and a disrupted comfortable silence. They both tensed as they knew who the caller would be, but Feyre didn’t want to face him yet. Not yet.

Lucien watched as Feyre continued on through their homework, her attempts of blatantly ignoring the phone were unsuccessful, as although she stared at the paper, he knew she wasn’t thinking about the nuclear fusion.

He put down his homework and leaned towards her, “Feyre, maybe we should listen.”

“What if we don’t, what if we let him dwell on what he has done,” she leaned back against the pillows, her homework now discarded.

Lucien wanted to. Oh how he wanted to. He was so furious at his friend that he wanted to make him dwell, make him feel guilty. But the small part of his mind niggled at him. Help him, he needs you.

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Just Like the Movies

Written for: Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge

Prompt: When In Rome – “Now, you could get your heart broken or you could have the greatest love affair the world has ever known, but you’re not going to know unless you try.”

Words: 3,997

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Minor Angst, Misinformation, Actor AU

A/N:  This was a lot of fun to write. As a side note, I absolutely love Jeremy Renner as Hawkeye in the MCU but I also like to imagine Jensen as Clint. So, therefore, Dean is an actor trying for the role here. All errors are my own, gifs found on the google, and feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Summary: You’re a personal assistant to bad boy actor Dean Winchester. Sadly also very much in love with the guy, but he seems to be crushing on someone else. As it’s said the course of love never did run smooth and maybe life is a little bit more like a romantic comedy than either of you cares to admit.

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       Dean Winchester was going to be the death of me. Not metaphorically either I mean quite figuratively as it’s four thirty in the morning and instead of sleeping I’m being driven to the jail to pull boss out of jail for a drunken brawl. Crowley, his publicist, had already been alerted thankfully and Benny, his driver, had picked me up without such much as a word other than buckle up.

      “Benny, I’ll meet Cas up front but can you pull around back? I’m going to try to get him out without paparazzi if I can,” I request and Benny nods pulling up as Cas opens the door helping me out. I wrap my sweater around me as Cas gets me in through the throng of reporters. 

      “I’m sorry Y/N. He wouldn’t listen to me. I swear I turned to piss for one minute and come back and he’s swinging. Some bodyguard I am,” Cas huffs helping me into the police station.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Tomboy & Skirts [Part Three]

Request:

Part 3??? Omg this is amazing. I love it.

Okay but I really need a apart 3 because what the hell???? That cliffhanger why??????

IM SO READY FOR PART 3

A/N: I kinda forgot I left you guys on a cliffhanger I’m soo sorry babes I thought I would’ve posted this sooner. I kinda want to end it here, but some of you gys actually want a part of the trip. If you guys want the trip or are okay with this please comment or shoot me an ask so I have an idea if I should continue this or end it right here.

Words: 1110

Summary: A picture taken out of context may actually be a good thing for the reader x Reggie.

Spoilers:N/A

Warnings: I don’t think so.

Part One - Part Two -

The picture spread like a wildfire, you in Reggie’s shirt and sweatpants. Your phone ran out of battery and you were tired, you were very confused as to why your phone blew up in the morning. Sure you had friends other than Reggie, but your phone never had this many messages. Each one containing a picture of how you looked last night and your wet clothes in you book bag peering out. You could see why people were jumping to conclusions, but he was your best friend and that was it.

You chose to ignore everything and decided to get ready for school, soon this would all be over you thought. It was your last day in Riverdale before you both left to you trip.

Reggie got up extra early to pick you up your favorite breakfast and drove to your house. He thought that maybe it would help the rumors that were taking their toll around town. The tall caramel skinned football player was very surprised to find you okay.

Something he had grown to love about you. You could never let the whisperings of people bother you. You were always so strong, there was only a few times he’d ever see you break down. One of the few times he saw you spiral for the worst that even to him you were unrecognizable was when your father left you and your mother. You always told him that pain was hard, but you would never acknowledge it unless you had to. He admired how you could be so strong.

The ride to school was a bit quiet even as the music played through the radio. Reggie a bit uncomfortable to bring up the picture, and you just wanted to get the day over with wearing the last skirt of the deal.

“You know we could just skip school today” Reggie finally spoke as he found a parking spot.

“Why would we do that?” you challenged “It’s the last day before break.”

“I talked to Dilton this morning, he took the picture down” Reggie gave you a small smile.

“Our hero” you smiled back.

You both walked out of his jeep and made your way into the school. All eyes on both of you. You began to get nervous and that scared you. You weren’t one to care what these people thought. They were idiots to care so much about a rumor. You hated the tension that picture brought to your friendship. You hate that maybe Reggie cared about this, the fact the all he wanted was for you to be protected and you couldn’t even acknowledge what had happened.

You reached the middle of the hallway to see the perpetrator of the picture. Cheryl Blossom at the end of the hallway making her to the both of you.

“Seriously (Y/N) we can go” Reggie turned to face you.

“No, let’s give the people what they want” you grew annoyed at everyone.

“Wha-” you interrupted you best friend as you pressed your lips against his.

The gasps escaped everyone’s mouth and the red haired bombshell stormed out hating that her plan to break you backfired.

Reggie pulled away first, angry not because you kissed him. He’d dreamed of this day, but this is not how he wanted it to happen. Kissing him only made people think that something more had happened between the two of you and he would never let anyone ruin your good name not even himself.

You were kind of proud of the courage that took over your body, but you were also angry at yourself because you cared about Reggie way too much. You could see the trouble in his eyes of what you had just showed the idiots of that school. You didn’t like to see him that way, you felt like you had disappointed the only person in that godforsaken school who really cared about you. You saw in his eyes how his mind was racing. You weren’t one to run away from your problems but you rushed out of the school like it was the only solution.

He didn’t go after you, he didn’t know what to do and neither did you.

You went straight home and changed. You packed your things for the trip not knowing if was going to happen, but you wished for the best.

Back at school Reggie finally had enough and decided to confront the resident queen of Riverdale High.

“Why did you do that?” Reggie questioned Cheryl.

“I was in the mood for some chaos” was all she said as she crossed her arms.

“Nothing happened” the dark haired boy replied.

“That’s not what it seemed in the hallway” she challenged.

“Tha- That is none of your business Blossom!” he tried to contain his rage as everyone in the cafeteria stared their way.

“What do you see in her anyway?” Cheryl cocked her head.

“That’s what this is about?! The fact I didn’t want to date you?” Reggie calmed himself down “You wanna know? You really want to know?”

“Something you could never beat” was all he could say as he stormed out of the cafeteria making his way back to your house. He hated himself for being rude towards Cheryl even if she started this, but all he wanted was to protect you and if that meant making her come down from her throne for a bit.

He tried your phone but it seemed to off. He arrived at your home and used his key and you weren’t there just your packed bags for the trip. He tried to think of every place you could’ve gone.

He arrived at Sweetwater River as you were seated on the bridge that was built in memory of Jason. Your feet dangling in the air as your arms rested on one of rails as he joined you seating himself next to you.

“I’m so sorry Reg” you croaked trying to hold in your tears as he put his arm around you.

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for” Reggie pulled you tighter to his side.

“Yes I do, I disappointed you. I let their rumors get to me, I wasn’t strong” you looked him in the yes.

“You didn’t disappoint me, and you don’t have to approve yourself to anyone” he placed his hand on your chin “Can I do something?” he asked and you nodded yes.

Reggie proceeded to continue what you started in the hallway. Your lips moved in sync, the kiss so passionate as your lips yearned more of each other. Your lips connecting perfectly as if they were the last two pieces of a puzzle.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think you could write a small blurb where you are a dancer you can take it anywhere you want I am just am in love in the way you write and I love dance particularly ballet and put both of them together would be amazing. So pretty please with a cherry on top 😁

Can we get a blurb on where you and harry have been secretly dating for a long time and you are ready to make it public? please :)


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I tried to explain to the security officer guarding the back door into The Met that I was Harry Styles and that my girlfriend was currently on stage dancing the lead in Le Corsaire.  But judging by the bored way he blinked and shifted on his feet, I gathered he didn’t much care.  I couldn’t blame him, he hardly looked like a man who listened to pop music.  

No one knew about it Emma and I.  Not our parents, not our friends, not our colleagues.  No one.

I was actually proud of how long we’d been able to keep it under wraps.  We were going on seven months now.  Seven months of back alley sneak-in’s and remote locations for vacations (and when I say remote, I mean off the grid, no one around for miles remote) and neither of us even whispering towards each other on social media.  TMZ was none the wiser.  My mother had an inkling something was up, but she never asked.  She was good that way.

But I was in love now.  This wasn’t just some fling or flash in the pan.  Emma was who I wanted to be with.  She was my match in every way and I didn’t want to hide that.  I shouldn’t have needed to.  My happiness was not a crime.

So after a long discussion a few nights ago where I prepared her for the onslaught of rude and nasty comments that would get lobbed her way when a certain faction of the One Direction fandom got wind that we were together, we agreed to go public.

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