why yes i do wear that coat as often as possible

The Dress

Hey guys! This is an imagine about the reader doing her best to tease her friend, Tom, because she’s unsure of his feelings for her, in a really hot dress. I’m not even going to lie to you, this story is pure smut? The middle is soft and sweet, but everything else is ?porn? I hope you like it!

The Dress

She and Tom had been ambling through the various art exhibits at her city’s center since before ten A.M., and after they were invited to a lavish restaurant with a group of their friends, she insisted that she change her clothes. From a simple, floral sundress, she slipped into something a little more uncomfortable while Tom waited in her living room, doing his best to keep his integrity and not to sneak a peek. Truth be told, he thought that she looked beyond fine in her sundress. The back dipped low and he could tell that she didn’t have a bra on, plus the flowing fabric of the dress shifted around as she walked and Tom enjoyed flashes of her smooth legs. She looked sweet and innocent, and there was something absolutely perverse in Tom that just wanted to mess it up. Alas, they had chosen to take it slow, so take it slow he tried.

    As soon as they had met, Tom knew that she was the only girl for him, but as of then, she wanted to focus solely on her education. He understood, of course, seeing as her schooling was on the same level of importance as his acting, and he didn’t want to disturb her. He couldn’t bare to be without her once he had began to know her, so he settled for being her friend, but he was positive that it was slowly killing him.

    She was the most kind-hearted person that he had ever come across, always doing what was needed to help others. Beyond that, he’s made the mistake of accompanying her on her trip across town to babysit her cousin’s children where he discovered that she was also the most nurturing soul out there. During their stay at her cousin’s home, he had watched as she simplified Philip Roth’s, ‘A Defender of the Faith,’ into terms so easily understood that four year olds could pick apart the intended theme. Beyond that, she answered all of their questions, even the ones that had him snorting under his breath, with complete respect and sincerity. It was right then that he could feel himself drifting into the haze love with her.

    He felt his heart warm towards her again when they went out for dessert and she took a bite of her sundae, eyes blissfully shut as her lips closed over the chilled spoon. As soon as her lashes fluttered open, she offered Tom the next bite. Ever since then, sharing had been their thing and it was hurling him into love with her.

    She wore his clothes, always giving them back smelling of her perfume. He borrowed her favorite books, films, and favorite places in the city to hide out and be alone. Time and time again, when he was in immediate need of a vehicle and couldn’t find one to rent fast enough, she had handed over her car keys without a second thought. Tom smiled as he waited for her to get dressed, fiddling with the ginormous copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories, a personal favorite of theirs to read.

In her room, she stood between two options. One dress was wholesome and cute, a typical outfit of hers, and the other was daring, sultry and, for lack of a better word, tiny. She hopelessly coveted Tom’s affection, but she was unsure of how to obtain it. Sure they had flirted from time to time, but she wanted to make him want her indefinitely, and if the dress would help her accomplish that, than so be it. He was all that was in her heart and all she wanted to do was to immerse him in love. Her best friend had encouraged her to purchase the dress for this very reason, and she refused to let something so pretty rot in the back of her closet. Slipping on some high heels and adding another coat of mascara, she exited her room.

“Are you ready, my love?” Tom called as he listened for the sound of heels clicking against her wood floors. He turned around and saw her before she could respond.

    She looked so lusciously risque that Tom couldn’t even form an eloquent thought in his brain. In the crest if the hallway, she stood in front of him wearing a dress so small and delicate that Tom was certainly convinced he could tear off her body using only his teeth, and sweet heavens, oh how he wanted to.

    “Holy mother of fucking hell,” Tom hissed through gritted teeth, “you’re going to fucking kill me, babydoll.”

    Truth be told, her dress had been located in the lingerie section of the store, but after sending photos of the dress to practically every contact in her phone, despite Tom, she decided it was approved nightwear. People wore less and got away with it all the time, she thought.

She was dressed in a soft, blush-toned, silk nightie that barely reached the top of her thighs. The straps were made of lace and the front dipped low so low that if she were to bend down to touch the floor, the dress would move to reveal her bellybutton. Her back was exposed, seeing as the nightie was backless and she’d made sure to get the next size up so it would be just baggy enough to show a little side-boob. The heels she wore were tall and nude, and they elongated her legs so well that they looked endless.

“Ready?” She chirped, making a show of swinging her hips as she walked past Tom, eager to unveil her dress’s scandalous lack of backing. She heard him mumble unintelligible curses once more.

“You, are you, wearing, you’re going to wear that out?” Tom asked as he locked the door, realizing that there was absolutely no way that he was going to make it through dinner with her when she was practically naked in front of him. He knew it was not his place, or anyone’s place, to dictate what she wore, but he was seriously concerned for his sanity at this point. He was either going to need to leave early or masturbate in the bathroom.

She cocked her head to the side to gaze up at him through her lower lashes, “yes, Tom,” she said, placing her hands on his chest, “why wouldn’t I? Don’t you like it?” She knew full well that she was laying it on thick, but she was determined to break him down.

He swallowed thickly. She was looking at him how he always imagined she’d look at him in bed. Her eyes were glossed over, she rolled her lower lip beneath her teeth, her chest moved rapidly up and down, she smelled like freshly picked daisies and Tom knew he was so beyond fucked. Was she doing this to him on purpose?

“I just don’t want you to be cold is all,” he stuttered out, which was true, but not his only unease about her napkin of a dress.

She’d thought this out as well. It had come to her understanding that Tom liked to see her in his clothes, so she smiled up at him, leaning even closer if humanly possibly and with her lips pressed an inch away from the base of his throat, uttered, “could I borrow your jacket? I don’t have one that’ll go with my outfit, but I really like yours.”

Tom coughed, “yeah, of course you can, sweet girl,” before removing his jean jacket and draping it across her shoulders, praying that she would at least button it up.

Curling her arms around Tom in a hug, she whispered words of thanks and left his coat perched gently atop her shoulder blades. She turned and began to make her way down the apartment complex’s hallway, not waiting for Tom to catch up.

“I’m going to die,” he mumbled before readjusting his jeans and hurrying after her.

On the walk there, she had teased him like no other, and Tom was becoming not only extremely hot, but very bothered.

First, she’d paused and asked him if he could check to see if her buckle on her heels was broken. She had rationed that she would do it herself, but her dress was too short. Once he’d knelt down, she’d shifted so that her leg was lifted almost over his shoulder and ruffled her hands through his hair, claiming that she needed to steady herself so she didn’t fall. She let out at airy groan as soon as his hand curled over her ankle to hold her still, brushing off his raised eyebrows as her just being sleepy. Tom had gotten a clear look at the white, lace panties she was wearing by accident, but he suspected she had done moved just so he would see.

Then, she had asked him if he could hold her phone for her, seeing as she had forgotten her bag. When Tom said that he could, she ignored his outstretched palm and slipped her phone directly into his jean pocket herself. Frankly, Tom was getting a little pissed off.

To make matters worse, when they rode up in the elevator together to reach the restaurant, they’d unluckily gotten stuck on the busiest ride. When he crowded into the corner, she had made sure to rub her bum against the bulge in his jeans the entire way up, apologizing when they got to their floor, telling him that she was just too close to the man in front of her. At this point, Tom knew better. He didn’t know what she was playing at, but he was going to demand to be informed as soon as they were alone.

He’d just have to make it through dinner.

    However, Tom couldn’t even make it through the appetizers before he demanded to speak with her alone. Their friends had taken notice to her attire immediately after she took off his coat because it was so different than what she normally wore and had teased the pair throughout the entirety of their time together.

    Everyone was well aware of their feelings for one another, and did their best to mush them together as often as possible. Due to their party being so large, she was practically sat on Tom’s lap and she offered him food straight from her fork, which wasn’t unusual for them, it just felt different tonight. There was nowhere Tom could put his hands without touching her bare skin and he’d just about lost his mind.

    Securing a firm hand around her waist, Tom yanked her back roughly against his chest, “we’re going out outside right now.” They were sat so close together that Tom could hear her heart beat faster.

    “Why?” She asked, her brow furrowing.

    Tom stood, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her away from their meal, “are you honestly asking me why?” He scoffed, grumbling out a half-assed lie about where and the reason that they needed to leave. Tom was all too prepared to endure the taunts from their friends, he didn’t care anymore.

    He led her through the sea of people, pushing past without a single ‘excuse me.’ Tom knew that he was being a dick but he didn’t have it in him to care. If she wanted to make it her mission to provoke him, as she clearly had, Tom was sure as hell going to let her know that she succeeded.

    As soon as they were far enough away from the crowd to not be overheard, he whipped around and exclaimed, “what the fuck is this about? Have I done something to you? Have you lost your mind?” Tom began to pace up and in front of her, “like I know you must realize what you’re doing to me?”

    All of her bashfulness returned. Teasing Tom all day had honestly worked her up too. He made her feel so wanted, and thoughts of him touching her and her touching him had wormed their way into her mind throughout their evening. She’d never thought that he would confront her about her actions, and now that he was, and he looked so good doing it, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

    “What do you mean?” She asked, focusing on the uneven sidewalk rather than to meet Tom’s gaze.

    Sighting a cramped corridor near behind a closed shop, Tom took ahold of her hand and dragged her into the corridor’s cover. Now, they wouldn’t be seen by anyone as long as they were quiet.

    He breathing hard and he knew he was pressed into her and she could feel his hardness poking against her leg. “Darling, don’t you dare play like that. I swear I’ll lose my mind,” he raked a hand through his hair, “well, more than I already have.”

    She gnawed on the inside of her cheek, knowing that as of right now, she could either be brave and possibly turn their friendship into something much larger, or she could apologize and have things stay the same. Harrison had mentioned that Tom had feelings for her right after they’d met, so she prayed that he still did.

    She fluttered her long eyelashes and stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. “Do you want me?” She asked, doing her best to make her voice as sultry as she could.

    Tom was hesitant to move from her touch. She smelled like freshly picked flowers, he could feel her breasts rise and fall with her intake of breath, and she was looking up at him through her lashes with parted lips and it was too much for him to handle. “What do you mean?”

    Her next sentence was almost impossible for her to choke out. She was losing her confidence, did he really not know what she meant or was he playing dumb to avoid hurting her feelings? “Do you wanna kiss me?” She averted her eyes before quickly adding, “it’s okay if you don’t.”

    “Sweetheart,” Tom started and she stumbled away from him, not even waiting to hear what he had to say.

    “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” She stuttered, ignoring his pleas for her to come back to him. She couldn’t believe that she had just spent the entire night humiliating herself.

    Tom jogged down the street after her, thanking the universe that the heels she wore were so high that she couldn’t really move too quickly without falling over. He curled a soft hand around her arm, pulling her back into his chest.

    “You didn’t stop and listen to me,” Tom chided, before wrapping another arm around her to keep her in place. “What I was going to ask you is where this is all coming from? You said you didn’t want anything other than friendship, and I don’t want this to be just a one night thing. You mean too much to me for that. I’m just confused is all.”

    “I wanna be with you, Tom, isn’t that obvious? I really like you, and I just thought that if you didn’t like me, maybe this would help?” Her eyes were tearing, her brain was melting and her hands shook. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but him.

    Tom let out a belly laugh, “what are you talking about? Of course I like you, I’ve been telling my mum for months that I love you! This is ridiculous, you didn’t need to do all this!” Tom exclaimed, his words not registering in his mind until a soft ‘oh’ fell from her lips.

    “Can, could, you, do you want to say that again?” She stammered, covering his lips tenderly with her own before Tom even had a chance to respond. Breaking away almost as soon as she started, she took his cheeks in her palms and whispered, “I love you.”

    Everything was happening so rapidly, and Tom firmly grasped her waist and pulled her in to kiss him. They made-out so furiously on the sidewalk that they got numerous honks and catcalls from passing cars and bikers alike.

    Tom groaned into her mouth when her body brushed up against the hardness constricted by his black jeans. “I love you and I wanted our first kiss to be romantic, but I swear to god darling, if we keep at this, I’m going to ruin these pants.”

    She kissed the corner of his mouth before taking his hand and pulling him behind the corridor Tom had found a few minutes before. As soon as the corridor’s pillars provided them coverage, she sank to her knees in front of Tom. “I’ve never done this before, so you’re going to have to teach me.”

    “No, no, I didn’t mean that you had to do this, not if you don’t want to,” Tom said, urging her to get up as the image of her on her knees for him made his jeans even tighter, if that was even possible anymore. He couldn’t imagine her doing it to him here, well he could, but he didn’t want her to feel obligated to suck him off before she was ready, especially seeing as this was her first time.

    “Tom,” she said, without budging, “I want to. I think about it all the time.”

    He cursed again, the thought of her getting off to thoughts of him was almost too much. Tom palmed himself through his jeans.

    “Just tell me how you want me,” She said, her voice sounding as Tom imagined silk would feel against his skin.

    “Fuck,” he mumbled, “you’re sure? If you wanna stop, just say so and I’ll be okay with it.” Tom bent down to kiss her, already planning to reciprocate back at her apartment. “I’m not going to last long because you’ve been prancing around nearly naked all night long.”

    A blush spread across her cheeks as she began to undo his jeans.

    Tom moaned as soon as she touched him, and he moaned even louder when the warmth of her mouth slid down his length. “Fucking hell, baby,” he rasped out, begining to instruct her on how to take him.

    After about ten minutes, he was done. He was struggling to still his hips and his hands had tangled themselves into her shiny locks, and Tom knew that he was going to finish. He swore that if she gagged again, he’d blow right there.

    “You’ve done so well, sweetheart,” Tom groaned, removing a hand from her hair to place it on the hollows of her cheek. “Let me finish it.”

    She didn’t halt her movements but Tom could tell that she was confused. At this point, she was taking him so deep that he could feel her fluttering lashes against his skin.

    “No, darling, I’m going to cum. If you don’t wanna swallow, you need to stop.” Tom advised, not having the willpower to move away from her heavenly mouth.

    On that note, she started bobbing her head even faster, and taking Tom so far back that he was almost positive he was going to hit the back of her throat. He cursed, unable to form a coherent sentence, all he could think of her how good she felt. A moment later, he came down her throat, and she sucked him off even through that.

    When she released him from the slickness of her mouth, the first thing Tom did was bend down to kiss her swollen lips. “I fucking love you,” he groaned breathlessly.

    Her eyes closed and she drifted into the warmth of his touch, “tell me again.” And Tom did, helping her to her feet and removing the jean jacket she’d given back to him at the restaurant. Tom helped her slide it on and buttoned it up almost all the way.

    He kissed her nose, “what do you want to do, my love?”

    She beamed shyly up at him, “can we go home and do it again?”

    Tom pressed an openmouthed kiss to her neck, “oh yeah, baby, you haven’t had your turn yet.”

   


Mr. Min - Chapter 05

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 23,243

A/N: Eternal thanks to my number one cheerleader and motivator, @avveh, for constantly rooting for me even when I felt like banging my head on the keyboard.  Not to mention for beta reading this monster.  For anyone who can’t read this on the tumblr app I suggest checking out the AO3 link or opening it on a browser/computer.

PrologueCh 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 06

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Find You (Part 2)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them.

Word Count: 1,751

Warnings: None.

Part 1

A/N: This fic is somewhat based on a K-Drama called “49 Days.” 

Originally posted by bovaria


Once the initial shock has ebbed away and the man, whose name is Bucky, keeps walking back and forth, passing through your form countless times, you can’t stand it anymore.

“Alright, I get it! I’m not here,” you mutter the last word. “At least not completely.”

“You’re a fucking ghost,” he deadpans.

“I’m dead?”

“Well this world is already hell so—”

“That’s not helping!”

“I’m just saying!”

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2

Prompt Credit: x


You’d holed yourself off in the cool darkness of a deserted pantry when it had started. The tile was cool against the flushed skin of your calves and toes. The darkness pressed against your eyes and ears in a comforting manner, making you feel safe. But also, unfortunately, highlighting the very things that had led to you trapping yourself in here in the first place.

Each thud of your heart felt like a dust against your chest. The muscles stretched above your heart to your sternum kept pinching and snarling their pain. You tried to hold your breath, thinking rather irrationally that if you slowed some of the movement the pain might cease. Drinking water hasn’t helped. Neither had lying down. Not really.

And holding your breath?

It only meant that you were no consciously aware that you were breathing. Having to focus on each pull of air into your lungs and mentally cursing that being so conscious of it was rather making the involuntary muscle movements all too voluntary. Each breath just wound your tension more. You couldn’t keep track of the number and what felt like an incredibly fast pulse trying to jump from your neck and chest. You felt like you ought to know though. Your body was screaming with terror, and it felt as if you might overload at any moment.

The floorboards outside the pantry creaked. You told yourself it was just the house settling. The footsteps? You were imagining hallucinatory monsters while in a highly suggestible state.The voices were harder to explain away.

There were only a limited number of people who could be in this house, and you wanted to explain to approximately none of them why you had hidden away in this currently unused storage space. Aside from a few bags of sugar and a container of salt, you were sure the only thing in this place before you shut off the light and closed the door were abandoned cobwebs and dust.

You really, truly hoped no one was so desperate for a cup of sugar they wouldn’t just go to the store on their own.

It wasn’t as if you could very well hide any more than you already were, but you shrank inward the little you could bringing trembling limbs tighter protectively. You pressed your cheek against the chill of the wall and hoped your heartbeat wasn’t as loud to them as it felt to you.

After a few moments, you realized you could discern at least two sets of voices. A Scottish woman’s and a man’s. You didn’t recognize either of them, and didn’t much want to think about what that meant.

“Obviously she’s a tad upset, that’s all. Are you sure you didn’t offend her?”

“Doctor, how would I offend a ship?”

The woman’s voice was further away now, more muffled and indistinct.

“You’d be surprised,” came a mutter far too close for your comfort. Then, worse, came the twist of a doorknob as you pressed yourself against the wall adjacent to the door. Whatever reason these people had for breaking in, you didn’t think they’d be pleased by a witness.

Because you were you, and your luck has always been frankly awful when it matters most, this wasn’t very successful.

“Well hello!” The man exclaimed after he flicked on the light. “This is a surprise!” 

He sounded quite happy, going by the speed of his chatter and the brilliant smile.

 “Have you been in here long? It’s a nice cupboard, bit empty. I’d say you’d do better with some biscuits and a few pillows but - oh! Or is this Sardines? Well, count me in!”

That said, he shut the door firmly once more, his right hand moving to the light switch before pausing with a frown. Sadly, he left the light still on.

You could see him better now though. Tweed jacket, bow tie, and long skinny legs to match. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get a good look at his face or not, but you’d shut your eyes tight against the sudden intrusion of light regardless. His rectangular face was topped with a dark swoop of hair that was clearly as much of a statement as his choice in wardrobe. The chipper attitude kept you balancing the fine line of unease and tentative hope that today wasn’t really going to cause even more problems. He seemed friendly. But the housebreaking implied he may very well just be a friendly psychopath.

The diversion he posed was not enough to break the aching weight that piled on your lungs like sandbags. It didn’t stop the stabbing, dry pain that was still attacking your rib cage. You rubbed at your chest with the heel of a palm as discretely as you could, attempting to deepen each breath by finishing it with your mouth instead of your nose. He wasn’t brandishing a weapon about, so you were tentatively hoping he wasn’t planning on killing you.

You only had to wait an annoyingly painful breath or two before you felt the man’s gaze on you rather than your surroundings.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say you aren’t playing Sardines,” the man said companionably. “Did we scare you? No. No that can’t be it, you’d been in here a while before we arrived, hadn’t you?”

You found yourself nodding your agreement, not entirely sure why you were being honest. Except… that voice from earlier. It had called the person this voice belonged to ‘doctor’. Hadn’t it?

“Are you really a doctor?”

The man sat next to you, smiling brightly as if you were best friends.

“Better. I’m the Doctor,” he told you. 

You weren’t sure if he was cocky or charming.“Do you… do you often break into people’s homes? That’s not part of any residency program I know of. Most would say it’s illegal.”

Your words were accusing, but coated over with a mild sort of politeness that formed from a mixture of respect for medical professions and simple awareness that this man could be dangerously insane.

“Oh that, well I’ve never been big on normal anyway,” the man was terribly sunny. “Although, strictly speaking, didn’t exactly plan this.” His face contorted in a grimace. “I was trying to take my friend home for a surprise visit. We seem to have gotten it a bit wrong.”

That explained the clothes, you supposed.

Apparently, you’d said that out loud, because he practically squawked. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

Nothing. You assured him. They were perfectly professional. A bit outdated in style, perhaps, but you supposed anyone would get tired wearing scrubs and white coats all the time.

He swirled around to face you, pulling a small cylindrical device that lit up and buzzed as he moved it through the air.

You discarded the obvious question of 'what in the Lord’s name is that’ and instead asked through a tight jaw, “What does that tell you, then?”

The man, the doctor, looked to his whirring device then back to you. He peered at your eyes in concern then slowly reached a hand out towards you. Just as slowly, he took one of your wrists.You stared at his pale fingers, ghostlike against your wrist, and abruptly realized he was taking your pulse.

“What has you so scared?” He breathed.

You tried to give him your best challenging look. What sort of question was that, anyway? Particularly from a housebreaker?

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, but while I do, I want you to take some deep breaths for me, can you do that?”

For some stupid reason or habit, you answered honestly.

“Breathing isn’t my favorite thing just now,” you confided with a bit of a grimace.

He squeezed your wrist lightly and stared into your eyes earnestly.

“Do it anyway. Just trust me. I need you to trust me.”

“Because you’re a doctor and you make people better?”

Why not? You thought. If he was a doctor, maybe he could make the pounding and stabbing and.. all of it just stop. Go back to normal.

“Exactly. Inhale, nice and deep." You obliged. After a few moments, he squeezed your wrist again, "And exhale.”

He did this a few more times before finally asking his questions.

“What’s your name?”

You told him, although your breath got a little stuck on it. He didn’t seem disturbed, and only encouraged you more.

“Y/N, what are five things you can see?”

Unlike the first, this question was odd under the best of circumstances, and you gave him a look that told him so. When you didn’t immediately answer, the doctor asked again after a moment.

“Chalk,” you started, still doubtful, but aware of the dusty stains on your fingers from when you’d been playing with your younger siblings and cousins earlier that day. Before you’d come over here to house sit and feed fish that the owners were convinced could possibly get lonely. “Broken spiderwebs.” You weren’t being paid to clean. No way were you inviting that sort of thing to be taken for granted either. “My jacket in the corner. Your bow tie. And your eyes.” You looked at him thoughtfully. “Are you an ER doctor?”

“It’s still my turn to ask the questions, Y/N.” He smiled again and booped you on the nose. “What about four things you can feel?”

“Mild irritation?” You offered, raising an eyebrow when he shook his head.

“No. Not feel with your emotions. Your physical sense of touch. Four things you can perceive through touch.”

“Your hand on my wrist,” you replied after a moment, rubbing your chest again thoughtfully. “Not as overpoweringly warm as I’d have feared. The floor. A slight air through the house from the vents. My shirt.”

He nodded approvingly.

“Good, good. And I do work a lot with emergency cases, not always in one room though. What are three things you can hear?”

That didn’t explain anything, but you figured it was a yes. It would explain his take charge attitude and the look in his eyes.

“Your voice. Your friend running down the stairs. And the fan in the next room over.”

“Very good. Can you tell me two things that you can smell?”

You frowned, having to work harder on this one.

“Dust, I suppose. The kind of musty smell from disuse, you know? The people who live here don’t use this much.” Who’d have guessed? You felt rather embarrassed for saying something so obvious, but he appeared to find it interesting enough. At least, there wasn’t a glimmer of ‘what an idiot’ visible on his face. “And.. a perfume, maybe? It’s faint on you, but I suppose your friend wears it?”

“Ah, yes. She does that. Rassilon knows why. Last question for now. What’s one thing you can taste?”

At first you’d opened your mouth to say you couldn’t very well taste anything. Your mouth was so dry you barely had spit. Before realizing that actually wasn’t the case at all. And you could taste a slight flavor in the air. 

More than just the acrid taste of leftover fear or salt from your skin.

“Is that… bananas?”

“Always take bananas to a party.” He winked at you and brandished a banana in his free hand. Then he offered it to you and released your wrist, surprising you as you realized you’d been breathing just fine on your own. Were still breathing fine. At some point, the agony had stopped.

“But there’s no party here,” you asked doubtfully, hesitantly accepting the mysterious banana.

He just shrugged.“The human race loves parties. I’m sure we’ll find one soon enough. Want to come along?”

You looked down at your outfit then back to him and tried to open your mouth as he opened the door and called for his friend. Who was apparently named Amy.

“What was all that? What happened to me? How did you stop it?" You shook your head, trying to make sense of it all. "It felt like I was dying. Like… like I was the Energizer Bunny on speed in its death throes.”

The doctor gave you an 'ah’ of comprehension.

“Sometimes your brain will send an adrenaline surge through your body and activate your fight or flight responses. And presto, anxiety attack. All better now though. So, what do you say to that party? You already have a banana, why not go all the way?" 

His friend, who was apparently a woman just as pale but with bright red hair, skipped up to him wearing nothing but striped pyjamas.

“I love parties! But we’ll need a change of clothes, Doctor.”

“Right you are, best get that sorted out. Come on, Y/N!” The man winked at you. “Geronimo!”

Part-time job (Woozi scenario)

A/N: This is my first time writing. Like ever. So if you like it, please let me know!

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Woozi/ Reader

You had been working there for a more than six months and everyone knew you loved your job. You were always telling your friends funny stories about ‘your children’ and they would always tease you because whenever you entered a store you would automatically start looking for things the boys needed or would like.

There was always that friend who would drop a “There’s no way you’re not attracted to at least one of them” but you would only gasp and fake being offended while replying “I am their mother

Part of being a mother was sneaking food into their dorms because you knew they worked hard all day so you wanted to be sure they ate enough. The first time you showed up late at night with tons of pizza, Vernon would look around trying to find a hidden camera because, you know, ONE FINE DAY happened but they eventually learned to trust you and were secretly waiting for you at least once a week. At first you would just make sure they received the food and then leave before you all got in trouble but after you bought some chicken and coke for them they insisted on you coming in to eat with them. After a few months they wouldn’t even care about the food, they just wanted to see you because they actually had a good time whenever you were around. You would talk about everything, tease each other and there were a couple of times when you comforted a couple of them who were too stressed. You would try to leave early though, because you knew they had to wake up early the next morning.

Whenever they saw you working during the day they would just bow politely and focus on their job, pretending there was nothing else going on between you. No one would ever think that after everyone went home, you would wait for S.coups’ text telling you it was safe to visit them.

You loved taking care of them and would always treat them like children because you were the oldest one, to what they would roll their eyes and remind you that you were older for just a few years. You knew they weren’t really that young they were all babies for you.

… Except for one. There was that one member that made you stop in the middle of a sentence and forget what you were going to say because you got lost in the way he licked his lips. You couldn’t help but focus on him whenever you were with the boys and the fact that he seemed to be staring at your lips with lidded eyes all the time didn’t help. You were trying to tell yourself that you were imagining things because there was no way a ‘kid’ would be lusting after you and, even if he did, he was probably just confused because you were the only female he spent time with so you should back off to avoid taking advantage of him. You tried to focus on whatever the manager was telling you while the boys were practicing the new choreography but you couldn’t help to open your mouth in shock and drop your cup of coffee when you saw them, particularly him, thrusting their hips rather aggressively. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you and all you could do was mumble an apology and start cleaning the mess you had made.

Hey, (Y/N)… it’s ok, leave it” said one of your coworkers while trying to pick up the broken cup for you while the manager lightly touched your forehead and asked you if you were feeling alright. You had to tell them you were fine at least 5 times before they stopped insisting on sending you home however you accepted to take a short break.

You practically run to the bathroom and unlocked your phone trying to find your best friend’s number.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck-“you muttered while you waited for him to pick up “Hello? Are you busy?

“Nah, this class is not very interesting- What? I’m on the phone, you shut up!… So, what’s up, princess?” He asked using that laidback voice that made you love being his friend.

“I like him. Fuck. I like him, I like him so much-“ you said sliding down the wall.

“Of course you do. I like you too” he replied.

No, not you idiot. I’m talking about Woozi!” You yelled running your hands through your hair

“Oh. Oh shit, you want to fuck your job!- What?! Ok fine, I’m leaving, you happy now?” you heard him say to someone (probably one of his classmates)

“I didn’t say anything about fucking him!” you said lowering your voice, suddenly remembering where you were.

“But you would like to, huh?” he asked.

I…yes.” You admitted with a sigh “But I can’t. He’s so young…”

He’s hot, princess. Just do it

“… Oh my god. Why are we even friends?

“I know. I’m too cool to hang out with someone like you” he said making you laugh “Am I still your prince?” you could hear him pouting.

“Of course. I’m the only one who would marry your ass when you’re still single at the age of 40” you said while the two of you laughed and you got ready to get back to work now that you were feeling better. Little did you know that someone had heard everything.

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You hadn’t had enough time to visit the boys for a couple of weeks but when you showed up you gave them enough food to feed an army. Mingyu, S.coups and you were serving the food while some of the members were still taking a shower or cleaning when you noticed there was one plate missing.

“Who is not eating?” You asked suddenly getting worried as you thought that maybe one of them was sick.

“Woozi. He is going to spend the night in the studio again” Mingyu said.

“Oh. Please save some food for when he comes back them” you said trying to hide your disappointment.

“Sure but I can’t assure you he’ll eat it. He’s been dealing with a lot of stress lately so he’s been skipping his meals” S.coups sighed.

You remained silent and the boys seemed to understand how worried you were as they looked at each other and smiled.

“Why don’t you visit him and make sure he eats?” S.coups asked casually, his eyes sparkling.

“Me?” you asked surprised.

“That’s a great idea” said Mingyu, who was already packing some food for you to take away.

“I think it would be better if one of you guys go” you said and you were being serious.

“Trust me, he sees us all the time and we probably make him feel even more stressed. A visit from you would be very helpful for him”

You took the bag of food that Mingyu handed you but didn’t dare to move, still thinking that it was a bad idea.

“He really needs someone to remind him to take care of himself” Mingyu said knowing that you were about to give in “You are like our mother so I’m sure you can do it”

That was literally all it took for you to grab your coat and head to the studio.

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Now that you were about to knock on the door you were feeling insecure again. This was a stupid idea. “Fuck it” you thought “I’ll just leave the food by the door and leave. He’ll find it eventually” but right when you were about to leave he opened the door and stared at you.

“You’re wearing high heels. I could hear you walking in circles all this time and it’s really annoying. Also, S.coups texted me so I knew you were coming.” he said.

You cursed under your breath and tried to keep it cool “The boys sent you some food. Make sure you take a break and eat something” you said before turning around wanting to leave the building as fast as possible.

Come in” he said taking the food.

You stood still and looked at him. You never knew what to expect from him.

I want to take my break now but when I’m alone I can’t stop working. If you’re here I can’t concentrate so I have no choice.” He explained simply.

You weren’t even sure about if it was an insult or a compliment. “He’s such an asshole” you though as you followed him into the studio anyway.

High heels off. They are giving me a headache” he ordered.

You huffed but still took them off and sat down on the floor. You decided to play a game on your phone while you waited for his stupid break to be over. Since you were here, you might as well rest a bit. He just grinned and sat down in front of you, unpacking the food.  You didn’t even get to start playing when he interrupted you.

Are you going to eat or what?” he asked

It’s your food. You eat it.”

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you? There’s plenty of food for both of us” he replied and pointed at the other pair of chopsticks that Mingyu had casually packed. Well, you were hungry so you picked them up and started eating too.

Happy?” you asked.

He just shrugged and said “Tell me about your day.”

What?” you choked.

“I’m trying to take a break here. You are supposed to distract me” he said.

You really are an asshole. Fuck you.” you said out loud, not even caring anymore.

He dropped his chopsticks and stared at you widening his eyes but then he started laughing. Wow that was something you didn’t get to see very often. And yes, you thought it was hot. You could feel yourself blushing and there was no place to hide.

I guess I am” he said still laughing “but I still want to know about your day

You couldn’t help but smile at his pretty laugh and you ended up laughing too. When you two finally calmed down, you found yourselves talking about how stressed you both were. He was putting the leftovers back into the bag and putting it away when your phone started vibrating. Your best friend was texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile as you replied to his text but when you looked up you saw Woozi staring at you. There it was: lidded eyes looking at you while he bit his lower lip. You almost dropped your phone but decided to pretend it didn’t affect you and return your attention to the screen. Your friend texted you back right in time with a really good joke and you were so focused that you didn’t notice Woozi sitting right behind you and taking your phone away. You turned around to see him looking at your phone, furrowing his eyebrows while reading your friend’s contact name out loud “My Prince”.  You heard your phone vibrating again but when you tried to reach for it, Woozi just put it behind him. You tried to turn around and were ready to fight him but he started doing something you honestly never saw coming: he was massaging your shoulders.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked suspiciously.

“You said you are stressed right? You helped me taking a break so I’m doing the same for you.

“Can you at least give me my phone b-ah!” you gasped when he rubbed your neck just right.

“Don’t you know that phones can increase the stress levels?” he whispered next to your ear.

Fine, just- mmh… don’t turn it off. He’ll get worried” you said. Instead of replying he applied more pressure and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your mouth.

Fuck, how are you so good at this?” you asked breathless. You didn’t even notice the phone vibrating anymore. He just chuckled while pushing your hair over your shoulder and placed a soft kiss on the back your neck. His hands felt so good that it took you some minutes to realize he was kissing and biting your neck.

Jihoon?” You started to panic. Suddenly you were aware of everything: his hands touching your lower back, his teeth nibbling your earlobe, the phone vibrating nonstop.

Relax” was his only reply before he started sucking on your neck. You moaned and tried to push him away but he groaned, hugging your waist and pulling your back closer to him.

Jihoon, y-you’re leaving a mark.” You complained but he only sucked harder. “You fucker!” you hissed when you understood he was doing it on purpose. He stopped and leaned his head on your shoulder laughing breathlessly while caressing your tummy.

It’s not funny!” you said. He remained silent for a few seconds and then kissed your shoulder sweetly.

“It wasn’t meant to be funny” he said softly but he didn’t say anything else. No explanation to his behavior. No apology. Nothing. So you violently pushed his hands away and stood up but he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you on top of him. You were now on his lap, while he was sitting between your legs. You gave him a killer glare but he didn’t seem to be intimidated.

“If this is a joke-“ you started but he grabbed your hips and grinded you against him. You gasped as you felt how hard he was.

“Does it feel like I’m joking?” he asked looking at you straight in the eyes. You didn’t know what to say. His cock pulsating against you didn’t let you come up with an answer.

“I can’t.” You finally said.” You-“

“…am too young?” he interrupted you. You looked away. “But you like me, (Y/N). You like me a lot.” he continued while caressing your waist.

“Sorry, I don’t.” You lied. You were very convincing but he wasn’t having it.

Yes, you do.” He grinned leaning against your ear. “Remember that day you weren’t feeling well and run to the bathroom?” he kissed your jawline. “I was worried so I followed you. I couldn’t just enter the girls’ bathroom so I was going to wait for you outside…That’s when I noticed you were on the phone.” He licked your neck and your eyes widened in fear and embarrassment. You remembered that. You literally had screamed that you had a crush on Woozi. How could you be so stupid? He was now looking at your face and he seemed to find your reaction rather amusing. He bit his lower lip and asked “How long are you going to keep me waiting?”

You wanted to die of embarrassment. Maybe you should just give in? But no, your mind wouldn’t stop telling you his body was reacting this way because he has no other female around him. He’s desperate and now that he knows you like him he wants to use you to relieve stress. Now that you thought about it, it was completely normal for guys his age to have sex. You started thinking about all the other boys back in the dorms and felt sad for them. They needed to have a healthy live and that included sex, even if they didn’t have time for relationships.

“I’ll talk to the company.” you finally said and when he looked confused you added “They can probably hire some women… or men, whatever you’re into for you to do your…things” you said, mom mode activated as you reassured him “There’s no need to be ashamed, your body is changing, this is totally normal.”

He narrowed his eyes and asked “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t want to fuck another woman.”

We’ll make sure they get tested before, ok? They’ll be clean and I’m sure they will keep the secret if they get p-“ He let out a frustrated groan, grabbed the back of your head and kissed you roughly. It felt so good to finally kiss the one you liked but you still weren’t sure it was right to take advantage of his needs so you tried to push him away. He pulled you closer, his tongue deep into your mouth and started thrusting his hips lazily. You parted away, gasping for air as he repeated “I don’t want another woman. I like you. Everyone knows you drive me crazy. Now stop killing the mood and kiss me back.” He demanded.

You were thinking about how much trouble you would get into if someone found out about what was happening when he kissed you again and this time you kissed back. He moaned, finally satisfied with your reaction but wasted no time and squeezed your ass, thrusting harder.

“You look so good wearing a dress. How come you never wear one for work?” he asked casually sliding his hands under it and caressing your thighs.

“I was going to go out with a friend.” You replied kissing his neck.

“The friend who keeps texting you?” he asked and suddenly you remembered him. You quickly stopped and were about to reach for your phone when Jihoon’s hand found his way into your panties and rubbed your clit shamelessly. Your back arched.

Fuck, Jihoon. Just let me reply to his text, ok?”

I’m not stopping you, (Y/N). Am, I?” he asked innocently while rubbing faster. You tried to glare at him but you couldn’t keep your eyes open at how good his fingers felt. He rubbed even faster while looking at your face, fascinated. “Are you close?” he asked when you started shaking. You nodded while moaning and he stopped immediately.

“What the fuck?!” You asked him breathless, frustrated because how dare he making you feel this good and then stop right before your orgasm.

“You should let your friend know that you are fine.” He simply replied.  You just looked at him wondering if he was actually serious but he didn’t flinch so you just grabbed your phone and stood up, hating Jihoon more than ever. When you checked your phone you even had missed calls.

Fuck, he probably thinks I’m dead.” You said as you called him.

Hello? What the fuck is your problem, princess? I almost called the police!” your friend yelled on the other end.

“I’m so sorry, my lovely prince.” You started feeling incredibly guilty. ”I’m fine, I’m just-Wh…Oooh” you couldn’t finish the sentence as Jihoon quickly pulled your panties down and gave your clit a long lick.

“(Y/N)?” Your friend asked but you weren’t paying attention. You were trying to push Jihoon away while you angrily whispered “What the fuck are you doing?” but he looked at you straight in the eye, fucking grinned and buried his head between your legs. You let out a silent scream and started shaking as you were already close to your release thanks to all that teasing not long ago. Somehow you managed to finish the call before grabbing his hair and come in his mouth moaning loudly. He gave you one last lick and kissed your hip before pulling you back into his lap and kissing you hungrily.

How the fuck do I explain that to my friend?” you asked between kisses.

Just tell him the truth” he replied, taking his cock out of his pants and putting a condom on.

“Why do you even have one of those?”

“I’m 20 years old, of course I have one. Also I’ve been thinking of a way to be alone with you to do this. You coming to me today made it easier.” He said rubbing his dick against your entrance.

“Fuck you” you laughed.

“That’s the plan” he said sliding into you, both of you moaning. He waited a few seconds before moving slowly. You were kissing when your friend called you back.

“Answer him” Jihoon suddenly said.

No fucking way.” He thrusted into you harder and made you gasp.

If you don’t answer it, I’ll do it.” He threatened. You glared at him, refusing to pick it up. But he grabbed the phone himself and answered so you took it away from his hands, panicking.

I’m so sorry, everything is fine. I promise!” you said before he asked you anything.

“(Y/N) where even are you?”

“I…” you looked at Jihoon, who raised an eyebrow and thrusted into you. You gasped and tried to come up with an excuse quickly. “I had to head back to work. They needed me to take care of something for a photo shoot tomorrow morning” you lied. Jihoon laughed breathlessly and fucked you harder.

“What? They are assholes, you’re supposed to have the nights off” your friend replied.

I know, they are assholes.” You replied glaring at Jihoon and trying to hold back your moans. He smirked.

“(Y/N) you sound very tired. Have you thought about the job I offered you? You know my dad owns the company. Come work with us and we’ll treat you well, princess.” Your friend said worried. Jihoon furrowed his eyebrows and slowed down, looking at you confused. He had clearly heard what your friend said.

“Your offering sounds very tempting right now. I’m honestly considering it.” You said and Jihoon gave you one hard deep thrust that made you moan out loud.

“…(Y/N)?” you heard your friend’s confused voice but you couldn’t reply. Jihoon was fucking you roughly, he even looked angry.

“….Princess, are you-?” your friend didn’t get to finish his sentence because Jihoon interrupted him with an “Ooh, (Y/N) you feel so good.” Way louder than necessary. You slapped his arm, knowing what he was trying to do but he only continued. “Mmm yeah, baby. Just like that, you take me so well…Uuhh” You panicked and tried to cover his mouth with your hand but then he pounded into you with brutal force and you were the one moaning.

Oh my god, (Y/N) you are totally fucking your job!” your friend yelled before hanging up. You didn’t even have the energy to be mad at Jihoon as you felt your orgasm hitting you. Jihoon followed not long after with a low groan as he spilled into the condom. Neither of you moved. Your foreheads touching, the only sound in the studio was your breathing until Jihoon broke the silence asking “Are you going to stop working with us?”

“…If someone finds out about this, I’ll have to” you sighed. He kissed your lips softly before saying “No one needs to know. Except for your prince” he huffed.

“…He’s gay.” You told him. Jihoon didn’t say anything for a few seconds before finally whispering “Good.” And kissing you again.

Kings and Queens

Originally posted by bwiseoks

👑 Genre: Romeo and Juliet(ish)AU! (Fluff, Smut)

👑 Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

👑 Word Count: 7.2k


You sigh as you look down at the mask sitting in your lap. It has purple jewels spreading across the front, and a golden feather coming from the right side. Golden jewels on the corners of both eyes. On the back was a golden strap that was used to hold the mask to your face.

Your mother had stuffed you into a corseted gown, with purple material covered in black lace. The edges of the corset adorned with golden trimmings. Your hair rolled up in tight curls, put up half way with too many bobby pins for you to keep track of. This is so ridiculous…. you thought as the make up artist your mother hired for this event put the finishing touches on your face.

“Finished!” She beamed. “Now let us see how it looks with the mask on!”

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anonymous asked:

This is probably a super used AU, but it's great. High school AU. Maybe Tony and Bucky? Like the classic ones with Tony being the 'rich kid' and being misunderstood, then something happens and it changes? And Bucky? Somehow? Thanks!

Super used AU just means it’s so great, it can’t be retold often enough ;) That said, I think I kinda lost focus, but the premise of the AU stands, so I hope you’ll like it anyways!


“I’m perfectly fine, thank you for asking,” Tony says drolly without bothering to look up.

“Sure you are,” the sarcastic drawl finally makes Tony lift his aching head from where he’s been staring unseeingly at the tips of his shoes, and hello Hot Leatherjacket whom he’s been secretly crushing on for going on four months. This has the potential to become awkward very fast. “That’s why you’re sitting out here, two hours after school let out, in the rain, without a coat.”

Tony shrugs. All he wants is to be in his warm bed, a cup of Jarvis’ home-made cocoa on his bedside table and a notebook in his hands, and be left alone.

Apparently Unnecessary Questions doesn’t get the message though. “You waiting for someone?” he asks, shifts until he’s fully facing Tony, clearly intent on continuing this conversation for a while.

Tony just barely suppresses a sigh. He might have been thrilled on any other day, to finally get this guy’s–and how pathetic is it, that he doesn’t even know his name after four months of pining from afar?–attention but right now he just- doesn’t have it in him.

“Yes.”

“For whom?” Shaggy Hair continues the interrogation.

“Parents.” Jarvis, technically. He’s learned early on though, that any reminder of his parents’ wealth won’t lead to anything good.

“Oh,” Blue Eyes sounds surprised–and completely unimpressed by Tony’s monosyllabic answers. “When are you meeting up with them?”

“One hour and 24 minutes ago.”

It’s unlike Jarvis to be late. On the other hand it’s very likely that his father has given Jarvis another task to handle and forgotten to make sure his only son would get home in the process. Usually that would have made Tony angry. Usually he would have started walking home or got himself a phone or something. But today–today had been a bad day and Tony is so tired.

Pretty Smile grimaces. “That sucks.”

A pause. Silence, except for the gentle pit-pat noise of the falling rain.

“Do you have a jacket?”

Tony nods.

“Where is it?” Killer Jaw steps a little closer.

“Football team.”

“Ah.” Another grimace. “They’re a bunch of irredeemable assholes.”

Had Tony been in a better condition, he would have commented on the team jacket the guy is wearing. Instead he settles for a pointed look.

Nice Muscles shrugs unapologetic. “I’m part of the team, doesn’t make me blind. Here, do you want my jacket?”

He’s already sliding out of it but Tony doesn’t make any attempt to reach it. He doesn’t want to.

“C’mon, man.” Is that worry? It sounds a little like worry, Tony absently thinks. “You’re shaking, you can’t tell me you’re not freezing.” Uncharacteristic Footballer takes on of Tony’s hands, winces. “Fuck, you’re cold. C’mere.”

Something warm–jacket–is draped over Tony’s shoulders. It’s kind of nice.

“See, that’s better, isn’t it?” Sad Smile asks him, and yeah, it really is. “I’m gonna pull you up now, alright? We really need to get you out of the rain. On three, one, two, three.”

Tony is pulled up all right. It’s a little hard to stay standing, his legs are trembling and uncomfortably stiff, but Wannabe Hero has a tight grip around Tony’s waist and keeps them both upright. Tony leans his head against the closest shoulder. It’s not very comfortable, with the up and down movements during every step, but it’s still kind of nice.

“Here we are,” Knight In Shabby Leatherjacket mutters eventually, props Tony up against–the side of a car? The world kind of slips sideways a little, and he doesn’t even realise he’s falling until a strong grip around his upper arms pulls him up again. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that!” Terribly Worn Down Boots scolds, “keep those pretty eyes open for me, will you? I need you to tell me where to go, hey!”

Tony blinks up at Really Blue Eyes lethargically, which for some reason earns him a bright smile. “There you are.” He’s being shifted and moved again, until he’s finally sitting–passenger seat. It is surprisingly comfortable.

Helpful Not Quite Stranger helps him put on a seatbelt, which is nice. Tony isn’t sure he could have done it on his own. His fingers are very numb.

“Hey there,” Possibly A Kidnapper murmurs, a warm hand carefully tilting Tony’s head up. “I’m gonna drive you home, alright?” he asks, adds with a twist of lips, “probably get banned by your parents too because I have a couple of words for them and they aren’t fuckin’ nice. But for that to happen I need you to tell me where you live, alright?”

Okay. Tony can do that. He rattles down his address and though his voice is shot to hell, Gentle Hands seems to understand him, what with his raised eyebrows and the whistling and the “Damn, hope nobody’s gonna call the cops on me when I show up there in this wreck of a car,” that causes Tony to flinch.

“Joking, I’m just joking!” Comforting Voice insists immediately. Tony tries to ascertain his truthfulness but it’s hard to focus, so he just ends up relaxing back into his seat again.

“I’m James by the way, but my friends call me Bucky.”

Tony isn’t sure what that means.

“It means I’d like you to call me Bucky,” Warm Chuckle tells him with an amused but genuine grin and leans forward to turn up the heat.


[Aka The Story Of How Bucky And Tony Became Friends (And Later Something More)

Aka The Story Of How Bucky Was Banned From The Stark Mansion (And Earned The Standing Approval Of Jarvis)]

funny habits;

⇢ summary:  “You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.”  ⇢ this wasn’t what you were expecting to find out over an exchange of homemade cookies. for this request from this prompt list.

⇢ relationship: chae hyungwon/reader.

genre: cat hybrid!au, supernatural, fluff.

⇢ words: 3.9k

⇢ warnings: prehensile tails. cat hybrids.

Originally posted by hyungvon

a/n: I really wanted to try my hand at a hybrid au at least once in my life, and this prompt screamed something cute so~ originally this was a drabble request but then i almost hit like 4k so!!!


You really liked living in the apartment at the end of the hall. Ever since you’d moved to the not-so-shabby complex in the middle of your college career, you had found it funny that not once had anyone occupied the only apartment next to yours. You had been living in that very building since you were nineteen years old, and here you were now at the ripe age of twenty-three, still enjoying that almost impossible luxury. Your rent wasn’t terrible, your neighbors across the hall were quiet, and you could be as loud as you wanted without fearing the tenant next door would hear. It came in handy some nights, when you lost yourself in a marathon of nostalgic music or “ooh”’d and “aw”’d watching Your Name for the hundredth time. You never got noise complaints from anyone else on the floor anyway.

Of course, all of this had to change sooner or later, and it seemed it would be the former when you awoke to something thudding against the wall adjacent to your bed, the thudding continuing long until you’d been roused out of your fitful sleep and into a grouchy mood. At first, you had wondered if the sound was misplaced and instead coming from the hallway, but there was no denying that there was someone in the room on the other side of your wall, and your grouchiness melted into a dramatic panic. Someone couldn’t possibly be moving in, could they?

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For The Love Of Harry, Chapter Two

Winter was definitely in full swing in London. The cold winds cut straight through a person with no apologies. You are not a winter person at all, and often wonder why you continue living in London when you would fit more appropriately in a year-round, warm-weathered climate. But you had to admit, you had fallen deeply in love with England since moving here a couple of years before. The architecture, the romance, your job, the people you worked with and had become friends with, the lifestyle. You love being surrounded by people who are so unlike those you grew up with in the US. And if you are being honest, you kind of enjoy being the only American among all of your friends. You like for your friends and acquaintances to ask you what something was like for you when you were growing up, and discover the similarities and differences between the two lifestyles.

As you came off the tube and walked toward your office, you were suddenly wondering why you had chosen to wear a dress and heels today. The cold wind shot straight up your skirt, making you cringe and cuss as you eventually find your way through the front door of your office building. You swear it wasn’t that cold when you left your house this morning, that the temperature must have dropped 20 degrees since then. As the elevator door opens on your floor, you step out and smile and greet your co-workers as you pass them, exchanging pleasantries with each, then finally plopping down in your desk chair. You were grateful at that very moment for the heating vent that was directly under your desk. You kicked off your heels and placed your feet atop the vent, removing your coat but draping it around your bare legs and tucking it around, so that the heat from the vent traveled delicately up under your coat.

“Ooooh, that’s goooood,” you moan to yourself, with your eyes closed.

“Should I leave you two alone? Give you a moment?” you hear your best friend, Kari, say.

“Yes!” you tease. “How are you today?”

“Oh, can’t complain,” she replied. “Well, I could, but who the fuck really cares, right? Why in hell did you wear a dress today? Do you not watch the forecast, love?”

“No tv, remember?” you remind her.

Kari rolls her eyes at you. “Never did understand that. What do you do in your free time if you aren’t watching the telly?”

“Not everyone likes tv watching, Kar,” you say.

“Nonsense,” she replies. “It’s a conspiracy to say such things. Shame on you for spreading false gossip.” You smile at her. “By the way, TJ wants your piece by the time you leave tonight. I hope you’ve got most of it done.”

You look at her surprised. “What? I was supposed to have until Friday!” you complain.

“Chance of bad weather by end of week,” she explains. “He wants everything ready just in case.”

“Fine,” you spew like a 4 year old conceding. “Go away, then. I’ll never finish it with you distracting me.”

“It’s a curse, this beauty,” she says teasingly as she leaves your desk and walks back to her own.

For the rest of the day you work diligently on your article. You have never in your life missed a deadline, and you weren’t about to begin now. By mid-afternoon you had barely taken a break from your work to even use the restroom, and had munched on only an apple and some almonds at your desk as your lunch. As you work on citing your sources and polishing what you have written, you have a cold chill that you think must have a life of its own as someone somewhere in the office has apparently opened a door that allowed a freezing breeze to flow through the room. You blow hot air into your cold hands and bend at the waist in your chair, trying to be as close to the heating vent at your feet as you possibly can, your forehead pressing against the edge of the desk top. As you groan at the amazing feel of the warm heat, you hear a familiar voice.

“You alright there, love?” Harry asks, giggling. You immediately sit straight up, nearly knocking your wheeled chair backward and catching yourself before you can fall in the floor. Harry’s eyebrows lift as he laughs from surprising you. “Sorry!”

You grin, shaking your head. “No worries,” you reply. “What are you doing here, Harry?”

“I was in the neighborhood visiting with a friend and realized this is your office building,” he answers, still smiling. “I hope you don’t mind me dropping in without calling you first. Hadn’t seen you in awhile and thought I’d see how you are.”

“Oh!” you smile back at him. “I’m doing fine, thanks. How are you? Staying busy?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Staying quite busy, actually,” he answers. “Hey, what time do you get off work?”

“I just have to finish this article then I’m free,” you reply. “Maybe 10 more minutes?”

“Great! I thought since I was in the neighborhood anyway, I’d see if you could use a lift home,” he grins. “You mentioned awhile back you haven’t a car now. Can’t imagine the walk to the station is a fun one in that wind…and in a dress.”

Looking like you must have been an idiot for wearing it today. “Yeah. Didn’t realize it was so cold out when I left, and I was running late. Here, sit in that chair and I’ll finish this, then we can go. Thanks!”

In a few more minutes, someone walks to your desk. “You never told us you know Harry Styles!” the co-worker beamed.

Another employee steps forward to talk, too. “If I’d known you knew Harry, I’d have asked you to get me an interview a long time ago! How ‘bout it, Harry?”

“Back, you vultures!” you yell at them. “Shoo! Shoo! He didn’t come here to get harassed by you. He gets that enough. Why do you think I never told you I know him? Now, go away, all of you!” You smile as they all say something to Harry then walk away, but continue looking at him off and on. He’s used to it, but you deliberately didn’t tell people you knew him for that very reason.

After another moment, you save and send your completed article and slide your feet back into your heels. “Done!” you announce to him. “Sorry about earlier, Harry.”

“Not a problem, love, I assure you. I’m used to it, but thanks for that,” he smiles and stands. He helps you put your coat on then you pop your head into your supervisor’s office. “Goodnight.”

“I need your article before…” he starts.

“Check your inbox,” you smile. “See you tomorrow!”

You turn and smile at Harry as he follows you out of the office. You walk outside and, after getting into his car, he starts it and turns up the heat. “Won’t take long for the heat to kick back up,” he grins.

You chit chat during the once-familiar drive to your home. Your car was one that Alex had leased in his name, so you weren’t terribly surprised the day the towing company showed up and drove away with it. You realized you didn’t really miss having a car, and decided public transit would work fine for you. As Harry parks his car, you invite him for dinner.

“Harry,” you look at him, “I seem to recall that I owe you dinner. Are you free this evening?”

“I am, actually,” he smiles. “Are you sure? Kind of last minute, if that’s a problem.”

“No problem,” you shake your head. “I put a pot of stew in the slow cooker before I left this morning. Should be ready now.”

“I would love to then!” he agrees. You both go inside and you change out of your work clothes and into something warmer and more comfortable. As you come back downstairs, you see Harry in the kitchen, ladling soup into two bowls and searching for the correct drawer to find spoons.”

“One more over,” you instruct him. “I hope you’re hungry. I made enough for a few meals with this cold weather.”

“Starving,” he said honestly. “Didn’t get lunch today, had a meeting. It looks and smells delicious!”

“Thanks,” you answer. “My mom used to make it every winter. Has a way of really warming your insides.”

You both sit at the table after you fix both of you a glass of wine, and enjoy the food. “It’s really good!” Harry says with a smile. “I’ve missed your cooking. Especially your grilling. Gonna have to do that again sometime. When the weather isn’t so bad, of course.”

“We absolutely will” you say. “So, tell me how you’ve been? Work and whatever else you’ve been doing that’s kept you so busy.”

“Loads of work,” he sighs. “Doing a lot of writing and some studio work. Spent some time in LA for awhile, tying up some loose ends and seeing friends.

“That sounds nice,” you grin.

“Do you ever get back to the states to see family and friends?” he asks.

“Don’t have any family anymore,” you answer. “And I’ve not seen my friends, but we video chat every now and then. Can’t really leave my job for that long, and neither can they.”

“No family?” he asks, surprised. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be,” you grin again. “My parents passed several years ago. They had no siblings and neither did I.”

“I’m sorry about your parents,” he says, genuinely feeling sad about it. He can’t imagine not having his family in his life.

“Long time ago,” you assure him. “More stew?” you ask, seeing he’s finished.

“Not sure where I’d put it,” he laughs, rubbing his belly. “That was really filling!”

“My dad used to call it a “stick-to-your-ribs” meal. Filling and nourishing, get someone through a cold winter kind of meal,” you explain.

“Exactly,” he says. “Wouldn’t mind taking a bowl of it home, though, if that’s alright?” he asks, giving you a puppy dog look.

“Absolutely!” You’re happy he asked. “Except for the nights that Kari comes begging for something to eat, I don’t get to cook for anyone anymore. Kind of miss it sometimes.”

Harry laughs. “Sweetheart, anytime you want someone to cook for, please call me!” You both laugh as you ladle soup into a container and seal it with a lid, then put the remaining soup into a container for the fridge. You quickly wash the dishes and Harry insists on helping. As you finish, you both dry your hands on opposite ends of a kitchen towel as you smile at each other.

“Harry, I don’t know what you need to do now, but I was thinking about watching a movie,” you announce. “Interested? I don’t have a tv, but I watch on my computer. I’m a sucker for a good romantic comedy.”

“Really?” he asks, surprised that she asked. “I’d love to!”

“Great!” you say, walking into the living room. You start a fire in the fireplace for some added warmth and ambiance, then grab your computer and together you choose a movie to watch, setting it on the coffee table in front of you both. Harry pours you both another glass of wine, setting the near empty bottle on the table. You both enjoy the movie, laughing and feeling sappy. When it finishes, you close the laptop and look at Harry. “Have another bottle of wine if you want more?”

“As much as I would love that, babe, I should be going,” he says, looking out the darkened window at the night sky. “Seems to be coming down again. Think the snow is never going to end, I swear.”

“Pretty to look at, but not so fun when you have to get out in it,” you say.

You both stand, Harry grabs his leftovers, and you walk with him to the front door. “Thank you for dinner. Always delicious,” he smiles.

“You’re welcome,” you nod. “Thank you for the ride home, and for keeping me company on a cold wintery night.”

“Anytime,” he says, then leans to you and gives you a hug for a long moment. “I love spending time with you.” He pulls back a bit, looking into your eyes. “I’d love to do it again sometime real soon.”

“I’d love that, too,” you slow-blink at him flirtingly. As you both look at each other longingly, you secretly hope he kisses you. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes, then grins slightly as he pulls away, releasing your hug. You’re disappointed, but you never expected Harry Styles to be interested in you that way. He was your friend, and up until a few months ago, he was the best friend of your ex-boyfriend. You didn’t think they were friends anymore after what happened, but you honestly had no way of knowing. You had cut off all ties to Alex after you kicked him out, only seeing him once since then when he came to pick up the rest of his things.

“Stay warm, love,” Harry smiled, grabbing your hand and squeezing it, then kissing you quickly on your cheek.

“You too, Harry,” you say. “Let me know next time you need to be cooked for,” you smile and he laughs.

“I will, I promise,” he says, then opens the door and quickly walks out to his car and jumps inside. He waves to you through the front glass as the wipers brush off the fresh layer of snow, then backs out and drives away. You close the door, thinking about the evening. If all Harry wanted was to be your friend, you would accept that. You liked being friends with him. You may have to learn how to squash down the butterflies that seem to flutter inside of you when he looks at you a certain way, or when he laughs at something you say, but you wouldn’t pursue more if you thought he didn’t want it, too. Or at least you would try.

*

Finally a bit of a break in the cold weather! You were only half-way through winter, so a nice warm interruption was just what you needed. You loved when you had a beautiful spring-like day when technically it should be blustery and…well, winter.

It was the weekend and you had already decided to be productive over your warm weekend by painting the spare room of your home that has needed a new, fresh look since you bought the house two years before. You could never get Alex to do it, even when he would say, “No, don’t do it. I’ll get to it eventually!” So today you were taking matters into your own hands.

As you prepare the room by taping the windows and trim, making sure you have all the supplies you need, you realize you forgot the ladder in the garage. One of the purchases that Alex absolutely had to have for all the things he wanted to do to your house. You walk into the garage and see it still hanging on the hooks on the wall, where it’s been since the day he bought it. You shake your head and chuckle slightly, then start to grab it from the wall when you hear your doorbell. You leave it and jog back through the door, into the house, and quickly to the front door and open it.

“Hey!” Harry says, cheerfully. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?

“It is!” you smile at how happy he is. “How are you, Harry?”

“I’m doing great. How are you?” he asks, as he kisses your cheek, his hand on your waist.

“Doing fine, thanks,” you say. “Want to come in?”

“Thanks!” He does and closes the door behind him. “You busy?” he says as he notices the rag on your shoulder and your hair pulled up into a messy bun, old comfy clothes adorning your body.

“Um, sort of…” you say, biting your bottom lip. “I’m painting my spare room today. Taking advantage of the beautiful day so I can open the windows.”

“Really?” he raises his brow. “Care for some help?”

“You want to spend this beautiful, sunny, non-snowy, non-cold day, inside my spare room doing manual labor?” you ask, teasingly.

“I do!” he laughs. “Got nothing better to do. And I’m already here, aren’t I?”

“Well, as long as you don’t mind, I welcome the help,” you thank him. “Come on!”

He follows you to the garage and grabs the ladder off the wall and carries it up the steps for you. It’s a bit comical watching Harry try to not bust holes in the walls along the way as he bumps this one then that one. You gasp and put your hands over your mouth a couple of times, trying to help guide him, until finally he makes it through the door of the spare room.

“Success!” he laughs, setting the ladder up in the middle of the room. “Was easy,” he jests, as he sees the look on your face and you chuckle.

“Ooook!” you say, changing the subject and he laughs. “So, this is the wall color, and this is the trim color.”

“Like that!” he nods. “Will look good in here, too. What is this room going to be?”

“I’m going to set up my music stuff over here on this side, and my workout stuff on this side,” you explain. “It’s been too cold to go all the way in to my gym, or to go for a run, so I’m going to make it so I can have a good workout here.”

“And what music things do you have?” he asks, curious.

“My keyboard and guitar stand, my turntable and vinyls, and….” you think, trying to remember, “Oh, and since it’s a large room, I want to put maybe a little sofa or something in here for when I’m reading or writing. Bit of a hobby room, I guess.”

He looks at you curiously. “A side of you I did not know. How does that happen?”

“Don’t know,” you shake your head and smile. “Embrace the mystery. I guess most of the time when we were around each other, you were probably hanging around Alex and the boys more than around us girls.” You shake the paint cans well and open them, pouring paint into a tray for the rolling, and into a smaller container for painting around the trim. “Roll, or cut-in around the trim?” you ask him.

He is still looking at you, not realizing he didn’t even know you were musically-inclined. He finally snaps out of it, “What?”

“Do you want to roll onto the walls? Or would you rather do the cutting-in around the edges?” you ask.

“Oh,” he says, “Um, I’ll roll.” He grabs the roller pole and gets it covered well, then starts painting the walls while you start the rest. As you both paint, you have music playing from another room and you both sing along as you work.

“So, love,” he says, “I don’t mean to bring up a sore subject, but have you seen Alex since you broke up with him?”

“Um,” you dip your brush into your cup of paint, “Yeah.”

“Really?” he is surprised. You were so angry with him that night. He still remember the punches you landed on your ex, and smirks thinking about them.

“Yeah, only once,” you say. “I texted him to come get the rest of his things, a couple of weeks later.”

“How’d that go?” he asks as he paints.

“How do you think it went?” you look at him as he looks at you, knowing. “I had all of his things setting out in front of the garage doors, so he was none too happy about that. I didn’t want to see him or talk to him, but he used his key to get into the house. I hadn’t thought about changing the locks yet, so it freaked me out a bit when he unlocked the door and came in before I could put the latch on the door.”

“Did he?” he looks at you, concerned. “He didn’t, like, cause any trouble, did he?”

You sigh a deep sigh. “Not really.”

“Not really?” he asks, stopping what he was doing and looking at you. You look at him and frown a bit.

“He begged me to take him back,” you admit. “Tried to…cozy up to me.”

“Tried to seduce you,” he states, more to the point.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I guess so. But, that wasn’t going to happen, and I let him know that, in so many words, pissed him off once again, and he stomped around the house, looking to see what I had no doubt kept of his that I apparently wanted.” You roll your eyes. “Like I need or want his crap. Yeah, I really want your porn magazine collection, you big perv.” Harry giggles, but doesn’t like you having to deal with Alex. “When he couldn’t find anything of his in the house, I waited until he was outside the door, then slammed the door in his face when he turned to talk to me, and I locked all the locks and put the latch on. When he started beating on the door, I threatened to call the police if he didn’t take his things and go.”

“What an ass,” Harry says. “He used to be a fun guy, but he’s changed a lot, I think.” You nod and keep painting.

“You’ve not seen him or talked to him then?” you ask him.

“No, and I’m glad,” he admits. “He texted me later that night, and for a couple of days after, wanting to try and talk and still be friends or whatever, but I didn’t answer and haven’t heard from him since.”

“Like Kari said, good riddance,” you say without looking at him as you continue to paint.

You both continue to paint for hours until finally, the room is completely finished, and you are both tired and paint-splattered. You finish what you are doing and turn and see Harry lying in the middle of the floor on his back, his hands on his ribs with his eye closed.

“Good God, I’ve killed Harry Styles,” you tease, as he laughs and opens his eyes. You walk to where he is and lay down next to him. “It looks good, doesn’t it?” You look around the room and so does he.

“Yeah, it really does,” he agrees. “We do good work!” He lifts his arm for a high-five, which you return, and he moans from how sore his arms are from painting, and you giggle. He smiles and looks at you, thinking you look beautiful, even with paint on your face and in your hair. He smiles as he notices a spot of paint on your nose. He uses his finger to wipe it away, not realizing he has even more paint on his finger, which smudges down your nose. Your eyes get huge as you look at him and he draws his lips into his mouth and shoots his eyebrows high, then giggles. You giggle, slyly dipping your finger into your paint cup which is setting near you, and trace your finger right down his cheek.

“No, you didn’t,” he says as you giggle. “I can’t believe…” he says, as he leans up on his elbow, crossing his arm across your stomach and quickly dipping his finger into your paint cup, then doing the same to you along your cheek and jaw. You both laugh as you lay under him, and he looks at you with a smile. He looks into your eyes, to your lips, then slowly lowers himself to your mouth, taking your lips to his own. He kisses you softly, tasting your kiss in return, then pulls back and looks at you again, to make sure you were okay with him kissing you. You lift the corners of your mouth slightly, enough for him to know you were definitely alright with his risk-taking. He leans to you once again, kissing you deeply, his hand on your ribs, then your waist, pressing his body against yours. You feel his hand caress you as you taste each other, your tongue exploring his as your kiss lingers for a long moment. Harry leans away and looks at you, and smiles.

“Wanted to do that for a long time, you know,” he says shyly, rubbing his hand along your hip, resting it on your waist.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask him, thinking his “long time” meant hours, days, maybe.

“You had a boyfriend,” he states, matter-of-factly. He leans to you once again as you wrap your arm up around his shoulder and pull your body into his. You kiss for another moment until you hear the doorbell downstairs. You stop kissing and look at each other, his lips still ghosting over yours. “Maybe they’ll go away, love,” he smiles before kissing you again, but you hear the doorbell again and Harry groans slightly.

“I’ll go see who it is. Hold that thought,” you sigh then move from underneath him as he lays back on the floor once again, smiling to himself, pleased that he had finally kissed you. You walk downstairs, smiling, and peek through the little peephole of the door, and see Kari’s eye on the other side, looking into the hole. “Geez!” you gasp, not expecting to see an eye up close. You open the door and Kari walks in.

“Feed me!” she begs. “Please! I’m starving, babe!” She notices the paint on your face and clothes and stands back. “Oh, is this a new look?”

You giggle at her. “Yeah, it’s known as Monet grunge. Is it me?” you say as you pose.

Kari kisses her cheek. “Sweetheart, you are always beautiful, even with paint face.”

“That’s the truth,” they hear Harry say as he descends the staircase, walking toward them.

“Oh! I’ve interrupted some weird sex thing, haven’t I?!” Your friend finally realizes the depth of what she just teased. “Have I?!” she says excitedly.

Harry giggles, as you explain. “Harry helped me paint the spare room today. We just finished a few minutes ago.”

“Oh,” she says, a frowning look of disappointment on her face. “Just actual painting, eh? Alright, then. Now, can you feed me, please? I’ve been drinking and need nourishment,” she begs again.

“No,” you refuse, “but I will order some food for delivery. Harry, you in for some food?”

“Sounds good, love,” he smiles.

The three of you enjoy some take-away and talk for awhile, until you see Kari has fallen asleep, in one of the big, comfy chairs in your living room. You look at her and sigh, then look at Harry as he grins at you. You stand and cover her with a blanket, then sit back down again on the sofa, Harry pulling you more closely to him.

“You’re a good friend to her,” he says, thinking your friendship with your best friend is cute.

“She’s a good friend,” you smile. “Good for my ego, too!” you laugh and Harry chuckles.

“Yeah, think she has a bit of a crush on you,” he says, smiling. “But who wouldn’t have?”

You smile at his comment, then look at your friend again. “In the couple of years I’ve lived here, she and I have been through a lot together. I met her the first day I landed in England, at the airport. She had just flown in from a trip somewhere, and Alex was late picking me up, so I sat for a long time waiting on him, and she sat down next to me and kept me company.”

“Just like that?,” he smiled.

“She’s a bit forward, if you’ve not noticed,” you both laugh. “When Alex didn’t show up after 40 minutes, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me to the door, saying I could stay with her until my ‘sod of a boyfriend’, as she called him, got off his ‘bloomin’ arse’ and decided to come get me. She and I just hit it off and have been best friends ever since.”

“It’s good to have one person you can always depend on,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “She does lack a good sense of timing though, doesn’t she?” he laughs.

You laugh and agree. “That she does. Who is that person for you, Harry? That person you can always depend on.”

“I’d say, choosing only one, my mum,” he says, grinning. “I think it’s important to be close with your family.”

“Yeah,” you say, nodding. “I miss that sometimes.” He holds your hand sweetly, realizing you don’t have that with family anymore, and how that must feel.

“I hope you know, you can always depend on me,” he says, lovingly. “I’d like for us to spend more time together, if you want that, too, that is.” He takes his hand and caresses your jaw with it.

“I do want that, too,” you say, softly. He gently pulls your jaw closer and kisses you sweetly, then more deeply, as you let him pull you into him. You feel the rising heat of the kiss inside of you, before pulling away, as you hear Kari moan and giggle in her sleep, and you both look at her. Harry chuckles and kisses the side of your head, hugging you, then standing.

“I’m going to go, sweetheart,” he says. “Someone worked me to death today. Afraid I’m going to be feeling that for the next day or so,” he laughs quietly.

You stand and walk with him to the door, and like the feel of Harry holding your hand. You stand at the door and look at him with a grin.

“Thank you for helping me paint, today,” you say. “Would have taken me much longer without your help.”

“I didn’t mind at all,” he says. “It was fun. I always enjoy spending time with you.”

You smile at each other, as Harry leans in to you and kisses you sweetly, loving the taste of your lips, pulling you into another deep kiss. You feel his hands move to your waist as he pulls your body closely to his once again. Your hand finds his jaw as you return his kisses, until you are both nearly breathless.

“I also enjoy kissing you,” he grins.

“Can’t explain how much I enjoy it, too,” you agree.

He kisses you again, then opens the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you tell him. He leans to you once again, leaving brazen, little kisses on your lips, then walking away. He turns and waves to you and you wave back, watching as he leaves. You walk back inside, hear Kari snoring in her chair and leave a light on dim so she can see if she wakes, then go upstairs, shower, and go to bed.

*

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, you spend time with Harry as you both can, but he finds he has to travel back to LA for some work needing done. One night while he is there, he video calls you.

“Harry?” you ask sleepily, looking at the screen then turning on your light, as it’s middle of the night in London. You had assumed it was Kari, needing you to come pick her up somewhere, either lost or too drunk to find her way back home.

“Hello, love!” you hear Harry’s voice and see him in the sunshine on the screen. “Shit, I woke you, didn’t I? Forgot about the time difference for a second, I guess.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “How is LA?”

“Warmer than London, I’m guessing,” he chuckles, knowing the weather has turned bitter again in England. “Beautiful here, today. I wish you were here, you would love it. Ever been to LA?”

“Um,” you think, still a bit bleary-headed but waking. “Yeah, once when I was a kid, but I don’t really remember it very well. I was young.”

“I’d love to bring you here someday,” he says. “Could show you around a bit.”

“I’d like that,” you smile.

“I’m sorry I woke you. I was just thinking about you and wanted to see your face,” he explains.

“I’m glad you did,” you promise. “Always love to talk to you.” He smiles from you saying it, liking to hear it. He hoped you liked him as much as he did you. “When are you back, Harry?”

“Saturday,” he says. “My flight lands Saturday morning. Are you home then?”

“Actually, I have to work this weekend,” you say, sadly. “My supervisor has required everyone to work this weekend due to the big snowstorm we’re expecting next week. It’s due-in next Thursday, I think, and we have deadlines for printing.”

“That sucks having to work the weekend, though,” he says, disappointed.

“Yeah, it does,” you agree, “But it’s going to be good money. Double-and-a-half pay will help if we lose time from the snowstorm.”

“Still, you should get time off. That’s at least 10 days of work in a row,” he says.

“It’ll even out,” you say, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, is it will suck not getting to spend time with you this weekend, because you’ll be working,” he says, smiling, his dimples shining. “I was looking forward to spending some time with you. I’ve missed you,” he says with a shy grin.

“I’m sorry. I’ve missed you, too,” you say, disappointed. “Guess we both have our own work obligations. Mine making me work the weekend, yours making you work in LA.”

Harry sighs. “Too true, love. Alright, going to let you get back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I’m not,” you smile and watch him smile. “Anytime, please.”

“I’ll remind you of that next time I call and it’s 3 in the morning,” he smiles. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” you say, then disconnect the call. You lay in bed, smiling and thinking about Harry until you fall asleep once again.

*

You work long hours the rest of the week, and by Saturday evening, you look at your vibrating phone which shows a call coming in from Harry. You smile, happy for the respite from your work.

“Hey! Make it back okay?”

“I did,” he says, happily. “How are you?”

“Working my life away,” you sort of joke. “Late night at the office.”

“You’re at work?” he asks, shocked. “Sweetheart, it’s after 10 at night!”

“Yes,” you say, resigned. “One of my co-workers refused to work the weekend and was abruptly fired, so guess who had to take over her column?”

“You’re doing your job and someone else’s? That doesn’t seem rightly fair,” he says.

“I’m getting a nice bonus because of it, so I’m not complaining,” you say, yawning.

“Love, I don’t like that you’ll be leaving so late,” he says. “It’ll take me a bit to get there, but let me come pick you up and get you home.”

“Harry, thank you, but it’s okay,” you assure him. “I’m staying at Kari’s tonight. She’s working, too, so we’ll just crash at her place. It’s not far from here, so it’ll be easier coming back tomorrow morning.”

“I really don’t mind,” he says, but you stop him.

“I appreciate it, but it’s late and I know you’re tired from traveling. I don’t want you to get out and drive all the way here, then all the way to my house and back home again. It’s really okay, and thank you for offering”.

He sighs heavily. “Alright. As much as I would love to see you, you’re right, I’m exhausted. Are you at least able to leave to go to Kari’s soon?”

“Yes,” you say with a tired voice. “I’m almost finished for tonight and she’s getting her things together now. Probably won’t even stop for food. I’m ready for my head to hit a pillow.”

“I can imagine so, babe,” he says, hearing how tired you are. “Get some sleep, and hopefully I can see you over the next couple of days. Let me know when you have time, okay?”

“I will,” you agree. “Working 15 hour days every day is wearing me down. I don’t know how you do that so often in your job.”

“Honestly, sometimes I don’t know either,” he chuckles. “Get sleep soon, love.”

You and Harry don’t get much chance to spend time together again for the next few days, with your long work hours and his schedule. You stay at Kari’s, collapsing to sleep every night, and Harry works long hours at the studio, and writing deadlines, so your time together is spent only in a couple of short phone conversations.

By Wednesday you are pressed for time, trying to finish your deadline. The weather forecasters are saying the storm is moving in a bit sooner than they had initially predicted, possibly even this evening rather than tomorrow. And as much as you love Kari, you have been living with her for nearly a week and you are just ready to be in your home again. You finally finish all of your work, submit it to your supervisor, and put on your coat to go outside into the blustery wind and cold. You are prepared this time, knowing the weather is getting bad, and have dressed appropriately in warmer clothes, snow boots and thick socks, and a heavy coat, with hat, scarf, and gloves. You had quite a walk from work to the nearest tube station, then another long walk from the station near your home, until you hit your front stoop. You stood on the warmer side of the glass doors, staring out at the hard-blowing snow. It’s wet snow, too, so you know the roads, if not already, were going to be a mess soon. You wrap your scarf tightly around your face and neck, pulling down your hat well over your ears, and tucking the ends of your gloves into your coat sleeves, trying to prevent any cold air from slipping inside. You open the doors and are nearly knocked off your feet by the strong winter winds, but find your balance and start the long walk to the tube station, hoping they’ve not started shutting them down due to the weather conditions. It takes much longer than usual, as you fight the winds, sometimes nearly being blown over by them. Finally after what felt like years, you step onto the platform and see you have a moment to sit and rest. It was exhausting and, even with the layers, you were freezing. As you sat waiting, you feel your phone vibrating inside your bra and pull it out with numb fingers. You see Harry’s name at the top of your screen and start to answer but then see the train pull up and stop, so you tuck it back inside your bra and step onto the crowded train car. You would call him as soon as you got home, he would understand. After the long trip to your home station, the train finally came to a stop. You made sure you were once again covered well before stepping back out into the frigid, strong winds.

Harry had tried calling your phone several times but got no answer, and you didn’t reply to his texts. He knew the storm had come in earlier than you had expected it to, and was worried about you getting home safely. He even called your office to see if you were still there, but was told you had left long ago. When he still had not reached you and was at his brink of worry and losing patience, he put on his warmest clothes and coat and got into his vehicle, flipping it into 4-wheel drive to combat the storm-ridden roads, then set off to try and find you. He slowly drove to where your tube station was, occasionally trying your phone again with no answers, then traced the roads back to your house, knowing the way you probably walked. It was dark, wet, terribly windy, and miserable out. He looked up and down the streets and sidewalks, hoping to see you somewhere.

“Come on, love, where are you?” he said to himself. Some of the roads were bad enough that they were already closing them due to high snow drifts and ice, and Harry had a bit of trouble a couple of times getting through. When he is within just a few blocks of your house, his eyes roam up and down the streets and sidewalks, until he sees the figure of a person walking slowly, trying to get through the snow and ice, then stopping as if needing to rest. Harry got closer, trying to see if it was you, or someone needing help, always willing to help when he can. He sees the person take another step then fall on their hands and knees into the icy snow, staying in that position for a moment, before trying to get up again. Harry pulls his car closer, then quickly gets out and goes to the person. He pulls the hood of his hoodie and coat over his woolen, cap-covered head, and bends to help the person up. He feels panic and relief all at the same time as he realizes the person is you.

“It’s me, babe,” Harry hollers against the strong winds. “Come on!” He helps you up, but you have trouble walking, your legs and feet frozen and barely able to move anymore. “The car’s just here!” He puts his arms around your waist and practically lifts you off the ground, moving you to the passenger side of the car and helping you inside, then closing the door. He runs back to his side, climbing in, and slamming the door closed. He looks at you with worry. “Are you okay?” he asks, but you are too frozen to speak, and past the point of exhaustion, closing your eyes and leaning against the head rest of the leather seat. He makes sure the heat is on full blast then as quickly as the weather will allow, he drives to your home and into the driveway. Coming around to your side of the car, he helps you to the front door, where he finds your keys in your pocket and unlocks the door, getting you both inside the house before closing the door behind you. You are both breathing heavily, and he notices the ice hanging on your hat and scarf, and on the wisps of hair that have come out from under your winter cap. “Babe, are you okay?” he asks, as he helps get your wet outer clothes off of you. You don’t answer, not really hearing him, just looking at him through exhausted eyes, like you aren’t sure if you are dreaming or not. He pulls off the scarf and hat and removes his own, then rubs the skin on your face. “Come on, love.”

He helps you into the living room and starts a fire in the fireplace. He sees you are just standing, not moving, not talking. He grabs the floor pillows and warm blankets, and pulls your coat the rest of the way off of you. “Sit here in front of the fireplace,” he says as he helps you down to the floor, knowing your limbs are probably freezing and painful to move. He wraps a blanket around you, removing his coat and sitting closely to you, his legs around you and wrapping his arms around you, covering your legs with another blanket. “Better?” he asks as he feels you shaking. He sees you nod your head and rubs your arms and legs, trying to improve the circulation you’ve lost from the freezing temperatures. He kisses the side of your face, feeling it’s still freezing. After a bit, he thinks you feel a bit less rigid and more relaxed. “How are you doing, love?”

“So tired,” you say, nearly at a whisper.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” he says. “Crazy girl, trying to walk all that long way in this weather. I’m just glad I found you.”

“Couldn’t get…my legs…to work anymore,” you say quietly and shakily.

“It’s okay,” he comforts you. “Gonna get you all warmed up now. I’m just going to go fix us both a hot drink. You stay here in front of the fire, alright?” You nod, he kisses the side of your head, then stands and goes to the kitchen to make the drinks. In a few minutes, Harry walks back into the living room, just as the electricity goes out. He stops for a second, thankful for the light of the fireplace. He looks and sees you lying down on one of the large pillows in front of the fire. He sets the mugs on the hearth then sits next to you. “Come on, love,” he takes your hand. “Made us some hot toddy’s. That should help warm you up inside and out.” You sit up and take the mug from him, your hands still shaking but not as badly. “Power’s out now. Good thing for the fireplace, yeah?”

You nod, taking another drink. “It’s good, thanks,” you say, holding the cup out a bit, then taking another sip.

“Not everyone’s liking, but when you’re cold, it hits the spot,” he says with a grin, sipping his own.

You take another sip then set the mug back on the hearth, pulling the blanket back up to your chin, then hiding your face in its warmth for a moment.

“Feeling better?” he asks, rubbing your back.

“Yeah, much,” you say, looking at him. “Thank you for coming looking for me.” He grins at you. “Why did you?”

“Couldn’t find you,” he says, moving hair from your face. “I knew you left work. I called and they said. You weren’t answering your phone. The worry just kept building. I wanted to make sure you got home safely, that you were okay.”

He grins at you again as you look at him. You’re not used to people being that way with you. You’ve always been the one who took care of everyone else. He’s always been sweet to you, and you know he cares for you, but to risk going out in a winter storm to make sure you were safe…even Alex wouldn’t have done that. You lean to him and kiss him sweetly on his lips, feeling him pull you slightly closer to him. You pull back a bit, then he sees you shake again, seeing the exhaustion still in your eyes.

“How about we lay here and rest for a bit, hm? No power for awhile, I’m guessing,” he says, then adjusts the large floor pillows so you both can rest comfortably in front of the fire. “Gonna have to share those blankets though,” he giggles, and you smile, then lay on the pillow, facing the fire. Harry lies down behind you, covering you both well with the blankets, then putting his arm around your waist and kissing the side of your face, then your neck and shoulder. “Rest, babe.”

*

You have no idea how long the two of you lay in front of the fire sleeping, but it was still dark when you woke, hearing Harry snoring lightly in your ear. Somehow you had managed to turn around and was facing him. He was holding your hand in one of his, and had his other arm under your pillow. You lay beside him, watching him sleep, and thinking. Harry must really like you to have done what he did. At first you felt he maybe had just felt sorry for you after Alex hurt you, and just wanted to be a friend to you. Then over time, you questioned in your mind your level of friendship, or if he wanted more. But his kiss. You’d always heard that you can tell a lot about a person by the kiss you share. You didn’t know what that meant for the longest time, but maybe you were beginning to understand better. You never really felt much of anything when Alex kissed you. But Harry…that was a different story all together. When Harry kissed you, you felt it from your reeling head to your curled toes. He made you feel like all he wanted was to taste your essence. Like you are the most delicate dessert that he can never get enough of.

You lay, watching his lips. The perfect shade of pink, you think. And so soft and gentle. You watch them as he sleeps next to you, feeling the burning desire inside of you to feel his kiss again. You didn’t want to wake him, but God, you loved his kisses. You gently snuggle closer to him and lightly kiss his lips, then pull back and watch him continue to sleep. You lean to him again, placing your tender kiss on his lips, lingering a moment longer, then feeling his own kiss you back as his hand squeezes yours lightly. You pull away again and look at his face, as he opens his eyes, gazing at you. You see the firelight in his eyes as he watches you. You swear when he looks at you, he must be able to see straight into your deepest thoughts and feelings. You study each other, saying nothing, as you lean toward him and kiss him once more, your lips melting into each other naturally. You feel his hand release yours as it travels to your waist, your back, drawing you closer to him, as his breath seems to catch in his throat for a short moment. You feel his leg wrap around yours as he kisses you almost desperately. You slowly move your mouth from his, to his jaw, peppering kisses and nibbles along the precision line and down his neck. You hear a light moan from his throat as he rubs his hand up and down your back, kneading your ass, your thigh, pulling your body as firmly against his as he can with clothes on. Your mouth trails to his Adam’s apple and kisses it, then lowers inside of his shirt, kissing his tatted chest.

He moves his face to yours, kissing you deeply, then traces his lips down your neck, leaving little bites along the way, loving how you whimper slightly from them. You feel his hand moving inside your shirt, over your ribs, then smoothing his hand lightly over your bra-covered breast. He lifts the fabric of your shirt, kissing the silky top of your breast over the lace trim of your bra, slowly inching the lace down, revealing your nipple. He breathes you into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, teasing it into a hard nub. He tastes you before turning you enough to treat the other the same. You watch him as he looks at your breasts, full as they are, fitting perfectly in his large hands as he massages them, suckling them with his mouth until he is satisfied with how erect and saliva-soaked your nipples have become. He traces his mouth back to yours and kisses you passionately, his breathing increasing as his hands find your waist. Nipping at your lips, he feels your hand move to the large log growing rapidly in his jeans. He moans at your touch, kissing you even more intensely. He lifts you enough to pull your shirt over your head and unclasps the hooks of your bra, as you make haste of unbuttoning and removing his shirt. His eyes trail to his jeans, seeing your hand freeing him of them. Harry impatiently slides his jeans down and off, his socks being lost in the denim heap at his feet, then turning back to you. You gasp slightly as you see his tattoos, prominent against the fire light. Those tattoos do something to you, and it had been ages since you’d seen them. You lean to him, planting kisses on some of them, darting your tongue over one of his nipples, then nuzzling your face into his soft curls as you feel him unfastening your jeans, while sucking and pulling on your breasts once again.

“Lie back, baby,” he whispers. You do as he says, as he pulls your jeans down your body, still slightly damp from the snow earlier in the evening. He looks at you, lying on the floor in front of him, naked except for your lacy pink panties. His eyes roam up and down your body slowly, as if he is trying to memorize every measure of you, making you squirm slightly but turned on all the same. He slowly moves over you, like a panther about to devour his prey, and says with wild eyes, “So beautiful.”

You reach your hands to touch his tattoos, then his ribs, as he leans down and kisses you once again. That kiss. It does things to you that you can’t exactly explain. Harry presses his chest against yours, as his mouth kisses from your lips to the crook of your neck, traveling down until reaching your collarbone, where he once again nibbles and bites at you, sometimes to the point of slight pain, but it was a good pain that you didn’t want to stop. He slowly kisses his way down your body before parting your legs and settling himself between them. He massages your hips as he kisses across your tummy and groin, then lower further, leaving wet kisses on the insides of your thighs, causing you to barely breathe. He nuzzles his nose into the fabric of your panties from between your legs, up to your most sensitive spot, then kisses it, pulling at your clit through the fabric. Your breasts move rhythmically with your increased breathing, as Harry continues to tease your clit over your panties, until they become soaked from your own wetness. Harry notices the saturated fabric and moans, kissing the damp softness of your panties. He looks at you again as your eyes meet, then looks again between your legs, pulling the panties from your body and tossing them on the floor next to you. He places light, sucking kisses above your clit, enjoying your soft, shaven mound, then nudging your clit lightly with the tip of his nose as you catch your breath. He spreads your thighs further apart, holding them down and out of his way, before planting kisses on your lips, parting them with one finger, that then gently slides inside of you. He hears your breathing change slightly, as he nibbles on your inner thighs, kissing each sting to soothe it away. Harry sucks in his breath as he slides two fingers along your slick folds, lightly coating your clit with your wetness, then pushes them inside of you again, his tongue teasing your clit gently.

There was something about the fact that neither of you were saying anything. Normally you loved good dirty talk. Turned you on like nobody’s business. You were a firm believer that a really good kiss, or amazing filthy talk, are some of the best foreplay there is. But the fact that it was completely quiet except for the crackling fire, the spitting ice and snow against the house, and Harry’s mouth tasting your body, somehow made it very intimate. Like he was taking his time, learning what you like, wanting to pleasure you beyond your expectations, better than you have ever experienced.

You gasp loudly, suddenly shocked out of your thoughts, as you feel Harry’s hot, wet tongue plunge deeply inside of you. He presses his face firmly between your legs, as you feel his moan vibrating against your most sensitive parts. You feel him swipe his tongue from your lips up to your clit, not once, not twice, but three times, each time a bit more slowly and intentionally, and you moan loudly from the intense pleasure of it. You’ve never been quiet in sex, and Harry was learning this quickly, but it told him he was making you feel exactly as he wanted you to, exactly what you needed to feel. He looks up at you as he suctions his lips around your clit, teasing it with his tongue, his fingers finding their way inside of you again, curling up and pulling back to him slowly, over and over again, against the spot he knows will do you in. You moan his name loudly, your hand moving to his curls, pulling his face against you, slowly bucking up against each stroke of his fingers inside you, causing him to moan but not let go of your slippery nub. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so much during sex. You look at him again, seeing only his curls between your legs as he works eagerly to make sure you are enjoying it as much as he is. He kisses your clit, looking at your face as he feels you squeezing his fingers. His tongue traces lightly over you as he continues working you inside. He swallows hard, pressing his nose against your tiny button, licking you from his hand to your sensitive nerves over and over. He feels you clamp tightly around his fingers and watches your face as you begin to tremor in orgasm. You moan “Harry!” loudly as your body trembles and quakes with overwhelming release. You hear him moan more aggressively as his lips and mouth smack and drink your juices, cleaning you thoroughly with his strong tongue. Your hands grab the blanket under you, balling it in your fists as you slowly learn how to breathe again, looking up at the ceiling as you feel Harry’s fingers move from inside you and rub you gently along your slit, soothing you, then crawling up your body. You see the glistening remnants of you on his chin and cheeks and now brightly red and swollen lips, shining from the fire’s glow against his face. He smears his hand lightly over his face, then kisses you, and you can taste yourself on his mouth. He pulls back again and you still see the wild look in his eyes.

“Again, love?” he asks.

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Thank you for reading Chapter Two of For The Love Of Harry. I hope you liked it, and I welcome your feedback, asks, and comments. Thank you for the good response to Chapter One. I will begin working on Chapter Three this week, and I’m curious to read your reaction to Chapter Two. How you respond to my writings will determine if I continue writing stories to post, so please, if you like it, let me know! Also I will be starting my Music Series, a collection of Harry short stories and one shots, based on songs and lyrics, as well as creating a Masterlist if it seems people are enjoying my writings. Please keep in mind I’m used to writing in screenplay format, so adapting my stories for posting is new to me, and I apologize for any mistakes. And I still deal with my smut-demons, so Harry, if you read any of this and are offended, please feel free to let me know and it is history! :) Thanks for reading!

Part 1 - Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole

Lately it seems that everything I write ends up never seeing the light of day so I wanted to write something fun, that might actually get read. If you guys like it I’ll continue the story. 

Let me know what you think!


I woke up, eyes bleary, head pounding in a hospital bed I’d never been in, but could have sworn I’d seen before. As I rubbed my eyes, I racked my brain to try and remember how I’d gotten here, but could only come up with fragmented moments on the subway platform. It was a fair assumption to say that I’d passed out. Something like that had happened to me once before, and upon coming to had left me feeling very similar.

“It’s good to see you’re up.”

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When Lightning Strikes - Part III

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Word Count: 1691

Player: Auston Matthews (Toronto Maple Leafs)

feat. Mitchell Marner

Warning/s: swearing

Originally posted by mapleloafs

“Mitchell Marner I will fucking end you!”, you yelled when you slammed the front door shut behind you. 

Your brother was going to beg for his life when you were done. Why the hell did you even think that it was possible to share a car with him? Sure, you usually managed to do that but Mitch had the habit of forgetting you. Normally you would call him and he would be ten minutes late, but this time he didn’t answer his damn phone. 

Which meant you had to walk from Campus, all the way to your house. And it had to happen in the exact week the temperatures dropped again, leaving you a shivering mess of clattering teeth. Sure you were wearing a coat but after twenty minutes in the freezing cold, trying not to sliü on the sidewalk, your sight invaded by snowflakes, the coat was, useless. Your hair was dripping because you didn’t think that you needed a toque, your fingers were frozen. Your lips had turned into a healthy blue color.

Oh, you would punch Mitch. You never did before but this time your twin brother wouldn’t get out of this without a really good apology.
But when you made your way into the living room, not Mitch but Auston looked up from his phone.

“Y/n?”, he asked.

He jumped up when he noticed the violent shaking of your body, coming over to you in a matter of seconds.

“Where the hell is Mitch?”, you pressed out, arms wrapped around yourself for some warmth. 

“He went to get food. Why would you- Oh no, he didn’t. He forgot you again?”

“He did. And he’s not answering his phone.”

“He left it here.”, Auston muttered. 

You rolled your eyes at the mere thought of your brother. Never, he never left without his phone but the one time you needed him to have it? You put your bag in the corner, still under Auston’s concerned eyes.

Ever since that incident, you hadn’t really talked to each other. You were trying so hard to act normal, that you often found yourself trying to avoid anything that included him. He found himself doing the same, so you had reached a level of mutual ignorance to each other. You knew Mitch was aware that something was up, but you didn’t know what he thought it was. And now, being angry at him, you didn’t care that you were alone with Auston.

“Y/n, did you hear what I say?”, Auston questioned. 

You looked up at him, to notice he was looking at you as if he was waiting for a reply. You must have zoned out, or you were finally passing out because of hypothermia.

“What? Sorry, I didn’t listen.”

“I said let’s get you warmed up before you’re getting sick.”, Auston repeated. 

You nodded. Why didn’t you think of that? Gosh, you really needed to focus. But it was really hard to focus around him.

Auston noticed you still weren’t moving, so he put his hand on the small of your back and led you into the downstairs bathroom. He got you to sit down on the side of the bathtub, as he busied himself by scavenging the cupboards and drawers for towels. 

“Top left.”, you said, not sure how loud because you couldn’t hear yourself speaking, the sound of your teeth hitting against each other too loud.

Auston pulled out a soft towel and gave it to you. But as you took it he saw your fingers that were white and on the verge of turning as blue as your lips. You won’t need gloves, he said, I’m picking you up it’s unnecessary. You held back a frustrated groan.

“Let’s take care of that first.”, he instructed. 

He pulled you up, his warm hands barely touching your cold skin. He led you over to the sink, putting your fingers under the water while he steadily increased the temperature. Your hands were vibrating, but sure enough, you got the feeling in your fingertips back after a couple of minutes. Your fingers were red now and still didn’t stop vibrating. 

The warmth of the bathroom was helping with your shivering, but you were still ice cold, as you took the towel and rubbed your hair to dry it. It didn’t work fully, but it was a lot better when you reached for your brush and smoothed your hair down.

“Come on.”, Auston said, this time leading you back into the living room. 

He noticed you were still shivering. In a lack of better ideas, he pulled off his hoodie, making you take a step back in confusion.

“Woah, wait. What are you doing?”, you asked. 

Was he trying to make a move on you again? If yes, he would get one hell of a tirade. In case he didn’t notice, your mood wasn’t the best. But Auston shook his head with a chuckle.

“Just take off your hoodie so I can put it on the heater to warm it up.”, he demanded. 

You looked at him hesitantly, before you sighed and just did as he said, pulling your almost frozen hoodie over your head to leave you only in your T-Shirt. Auston gulped, his eyes scanning over the thin fabric for a moment. His gaze snapped up to your eyes, and when he noticed that you were watching him he quickly looked away and handed you his own hoodie, his face turning a faint shade of pink. 

You didn’t have the body temperature to make a sarcastic comment just yet, though.

You slipped into the hoodie, struggling to get your arms through. But when you did, the oversized sweater was going down until your mid thighs, the sleeves too long for your arms. It was warm, as Auston had worn it the whole time, almost instantly making you feel better. If only it wouldn’t have that familiar scent. 

Because the scent was making you more comfortable than you should be, showing you just how much you missed Auston in the time that you didn’t talk. 

“Let’s get you on the couch. You’re still cold.”, Auston said, motioning to the couch in your living room. 

You followed him and sat down, while Auston took the blanket from the armchair and draped it over your shoulders.

“Thank you.”, you muttered shyly.

Auston didn’t say anything. He just silently kept his eyes on your trembling stature as he sat down close to you, trying not to let his mind wander. Seeing you in his shirt almost made him smile. He liked seeing you in his clothes, although he wasn’t sure why.

“Come here.”, he muttered when you didn’t stop shivering. 

Without waiting for any kind of reaction from you, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, adjusting the blankets. 

And you completely relaxed in a matter of seconds. Both of you felt it, the tension around you still thick in the air. The touch you had yearned for, for weeks, was now finally existent, although not in the way you might’ve thought.

“Sorry for avoiding you.”, you muttered, with your eyes closed and head rested against his chest. 

“Same.”, Auston chuckled, hands trailing fictional patterns on your sides.

“Damn, finally.”

Auston and you jumped up and brought a good two meters between the two of you, staring at Mitch in shock. Your brother stood in the living room, a shit-eating grin on his face and two bags of takeout in his hands.

“Mitchell”, you stuttered.

“Marns, this is not-”, Auston started.

This is what you had feared.

“What? Not what I think?”, Mitch asked, arching an eyebrow at him, voice dripping with sarcasm. But there was something off. Something in your brother’s eyes that you couldn’t quite asses. Or did- No!

“Wait a second! You little shit!”, you exclaimed, causing Auston to look between you and Mitch in confusion.

“Huh?”, he asked.

“He knew the whole time!”, you explained, staring at Mitch. Mitch looked a little guilty, but he kept his grin.

“What?”, Auston asked, turning around to his best friend.

“I knew you liked each other. And you’ve been both acting weird after the storm so I just figured. But then I got confused because you stopped talking.”

“We stopped talking because of you, dumbass! We met up and we were both scared shitless that you would never talk to us again!”, you called out in frustration.

“Jeez, why so complicated? If I had anything against it I would’ve said something.”, Mitch said, putting his arms up in surrender. “I know you wouldn’t hurt her, Mats. And I know I’ve been keeping you away from hockey players since I started juniors, Y/n, but this is Matts we’re talking about. If you’re happy I am, alright?”

“You’re okay with it if we would start dating?”, you asked faintly.

“Yeah, as long as I don’t have to third wheel all the time. And keep kissing or making out to a minimum, please. I really don’t need to see that.”, he said, scrunching up his face in disgust. “Anyways, I’m getting the plates out of the kitchen. Feel like I forgot something though.”

“You forgot me at college asshole!”, you called after him when he disappeared into the kitchen. 

You turned to look at Auston, but you couldn’t see anything but a blur of his shirt and hands as he put his arms around you and pulled you in for a kiss.
The feeling of electricity returned to your body, making you smile into the heated sign of affection. Auston’s hands trailed down your sides before they rested on your hips, and you buried your hands in his dark hair, feeling even better than when you had kissed before. 

And the tension - goddamn the tension - you really had to work on that.

5trawberry-tallcake  asked:

Staple closet pieces? Including shoes and jewelry 😊

Alright this is going to be a long post…

My personal style can be described as classy and elegant with a twist of edgyness. Think elegant Kendall Jenner x Bella Hadid x Ulyana Sergeenko candid & formal photos.

Although it happens that I put less effort into dressing for university and other unimportant stuff like just running errands or do some small shopping in town because frankly, I don’t care and do not have to impress anyone with my 900€ shoes and 3,500€ coat. I live in a small town, so this just adds to me feeling indifferent. It doesn’t happen often, but still.. it does happen. However, when I am in a big, fancy town, I of course dress to impress and like I’m about to see my worst enemy. I think that this should go without saying haha!

Aside from that my style is as I have described above.

I used to buy stuff from H&M and Zara a lot and mix it with high-end designers, but now it all shifted to just high-end designers. It’s just personal preference. I am fed up with the poor quality and designer knock-offs. I very much cherish the improved quality that I have with designer pieces. Although the quality from oh so many pieces is pretty ridiculous too, to be honest! Do not think that designers necessarily offer the very best quality for their price. Most of the time the prices they charge can’t possibly ever be justified with the quality of their merchandise. It’s just the name you are paying for, really. This is why my #1 mission is always to look for the best quality in anything. I can see a Valentino dress that is so god damn gorgeous and not like the fabric. Or the beads and embellishments seem to be very cheap. I will not buy it, although I regret it because it’s stunning but whatev.

Understand that I am on a monthly budget just as everyone else is. Yes, I might have a whole wardrobe bursting with luxury and designer names, but I have amassed this all over years, with roughly 80% of my own money and 20% of SD money. I am a very practical person and buy clothing, shoes and jewellry that I am able to wear every day and for any occasion. There are some occasional SPECIAL purchases too, of course. But only when I see something seriously special. I had a phase in which I bought at least 20 pairs or so of Louboutins.. and how many have I actually worn out? Maybe…6? This, too, taught me to be practical.

As for jewellry, I generally don’t wear jewellry except for my gorgeous silver ring that looks like a flower made of tiny diamonds, with a beautiful big black pearl in the center of it. It is very special to me. As for earrings, I alternate between beautiful pearl studs when I want to look all preppy, classy and elegant (I think that they also make me look younger, funnily enough) and diamond studs and chandeliers sometimes for daytime and evening as well. I don’t care. I wear stuff that is supposed to be worn in the evenings in the day, too. It adds to the ‘uniqueness’ of my style which sets me apart from others. 

Please mind that I am not going to drop designer names (xcept for four) because well, I don’t want to seem like an arrogant, overly spoiled brat who just wants to show off. No! I am happy to provide you with pictures or whatever in private, if a certain piece has piqued your interest or if you want to know which pieces I exactly have, so just gimme a shout.

So, my general staple pieces for the day would be:

* A few pairs of skinny jeans - lighter denim colour without wash, one distressed black one (I like the slits at the knee), a normal black one, a mid-dark denim with a subtle wash. I only wear skinny jeans at this point in my life, with a seldom exception. Full length and I very much like ankle length or a little over the ankle in summer. Skinny jeans accentuate my lean and long legs - and I like to shift focus on my legs. 

* Skinny black leather pants. Normal ones, not like the Givenchy & Saint Laurent zipper thing.

* This seldom exception would be one pair of black high-waisted, perfectly tailored trousers that are overall just a little bit wider. 

* Two pairs of black cigarette trousers like Audrey Hepburn used to wear.

* As for t-shirts and tank tops, I like basic black and white ones. Round-neck, V-neck, doesn’t matter. I do not like any kind of prints unless it’s an okay print. Well I guess I am guilty of owning the black & white Balmain tank tops with the three golden buttons on the left shoulder haha but these are the only printed shirts in my wardrobe because they do add a little bit of sophisticated edge to my day looks.

* Elegant silk blouses are also a must in my wardrobe. Here, I like playful pussy bow blouses and a bit more ‘daring’, statement blouses. Although I do not like statement or ‘IT’ pieces in general and usually stay far away from them. I like to wear these blouses with my black high-waisted trousers.

* I am a sucker for coats. I own a lot of coats. Fur and normal ones. I adore a good camel coat and am also a sucker for military-inspired coats. The colours of my choice, for normal coats, would be camel, black and navy at this time. Other colours for fur coats.

* I fucking love capes and have quite a few. Black ones, mid-length to the middle of the thigh I’d say.

* Jumpers / Longsleeves / etc. Here, I am always looking for good quality cashmere, and wool. Mainly wearing them in autumn and winter. I like turtleneck pieces a lot.

* Warm Scarves - all my scarves are of a cashmere/silk mix. I also wear them when it’s cold or just throw them over my shoulders on a chilly summer night when I’m out at a dinner party or so. 

* Fancy Scarves - silk. I sometimes wear them under/over a blazer, with a normal button down shirt and a high-waisted skirt. 

* Skirts - one high-waisted black leather mini skirt, a black high-waisted heavy wool skirt / knee length

* Shorts - different pairs of mini denim shorts, beautiful lace mini shorts, black leather mini shorts

* Blazers - oh boy. I love blazers. I have so many. Again, black and navy coloured blazers. I have this beautiful slim, perfectly tailored black blazer that is a bit longer than a usual blazer - just beautiful. one of my fav pieces.

* Jackets - love. black leather jackets for the edge, but elegant leather jackets. I also dig black leather jackets with a beautiful embroidery on the back side. and uhm *coughs* of course the classic - the Chanel jacket. normal black and beige. is an absolute must have. and so versatile! I have the cropped versions as they fit my body far better than the regular length ones.

* Dresses - oh uh. I collect dresses. For any occasion. However I prefer short dresses, above knee length and mini dresses. Do have a couple of mid-calf length dresses, though. Here I say that the fancier the dress, the better. But it still has to look absolutely beautiful and not dramatic. Although I would have loved to have that black/red and red Proenza Schouler ostrich feather dresses just because they look so badass.. but where the hell would I have worn it to.. that’s the other question haha! I love brocade, I love silk, I love lace, I love velvet dresses. My dress colours are usually black and red but I also do have some white, silver, blue dresses. As for the regular shopping day in town, I just wear a long black dress with gladiator flats and that’s it. Dun care. Bye, Felicias. 

* Shoes - sexy black high pumps, the famous espadrilles (I like wearing them in summer with my ankle-length skinnys), the famous Balenciaga boots with the cutouts at the sides and the two buckles with silver hardware, not gold (literally every Russian jetset baby has these boots omg haha), velveteen ballet flats, silken/satin ballet flats, gladiator sandals (which are bound up to the knee), sexy suede overknee boots - I like my overknee boots to be of mid-thigh length, sneakers (have so many omg..leather and suede (apart from the one pair of Nike sneakers I like to wear on long haul flights. various models, various colours), various black combat boots that look more delicate than ugly and harsh, lace-up high heels, platform pumps, I LOVE high heels! gosh… it’s hard to describe without naming the designers and the particular models because it all sounds so vague and ugly haha! I like classy shoes as much as I like very special models like embellished shoes or just some fancy colours, etc.

* Silk Pajamas - I have a pair of baby pink ones and a pair of baby blue ones.

* Lingerie - am a lingerie addict, but which girl isn’t?

* Silk Robes - long dressing robes, short morning robes, everything. Black, white, red, and the pastel colours from above (babypink, babyblue)

* Invest in good stockings! Quite a few pairs of normal black ones. And black ones with the sexy seam at the backside for more..well, special evenings and occasions ;)

* Hats - Maison Michel; different colours, made of felt 


These are pretty much my staples. I am so sure that I have forgotten many many other things, but this should suffice. I have written a post on my personal fragrance choices which you might want to check out if you are interested in this as well!

Any more questions, just ask!

*From Afar* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Dear Author! Good day and coming week to You. I just wanted to ask for a story. Do not know if idea is interesting. But I try to express idea. So, the Reader is obliviated and had no memory about Newt. However, he is not far from You. But he is doing it in Animagus form ( I mean, like a cat or a dog). It is up to You. Then, there is somehow a meeting. Well, something like that. Thank You!

Newt could only watch in horror as the spell hit you, causing you to be obliviated and forget everything that had happened between you and him. 

The memory of him drained from your mind… When you opened your eyes, you stood there, staring in to darkness. You couldn’t remember what had brought you here and what you were doing. 

Turning around to see if anyone else was there, you slowly began to walk away making your way home. The bitter night air stung your face and you sped up. You jumped when suddenly a cat, cinnamon colored with green bluish eyes, jumped out in from of you giving you a bit of a fright.

“Oh!” You jumped back and looked at the tiny animal. It’s eyes looked sad and for some strange reason, all too familiar.

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Valentine’s Day : Cisco Ramon

Based off of prompt #52

Summary: Cisco Is dating the reader and plans something special for Valentine’s day

A/N: Finally I am getting another story up!! I’m so sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy!


I flip through the endless racks of dresses while I wait for Iris to come back from the change rooms. She comes bouncing out, smiling as she sighs and says “This dress is so perfect, it wouldn’t be better if I made it myself”. I turn to her, saying “ You look incredible in it Iris, Barry is gonna love it”. “Thank you!” she says walking over to the line. “But are you sure you don’t want to look? I saw some great dresses back there that would look great on you”. I shake my head and shrug. “I’m alright. I got an outfit already. And besides, I don’t think we’re doing anything anyways. Between helping Barry and Wally, and the lab and now getting used to his powers, Cisco’s been pretty tired lately and it’s been a lot all at once so I think we are just going to relax tonight”. Iris nods and turns to me. “True, but this is Cisco we’re talking about. I can’t imagine him not doing anything for Valentine’s Day”. We walk out of the store as I sigh “Who knows”.

I unlock the door to mine and Cisco’s apartment and drop my bags off on the couch. I’m walking over to the fridge to grab something to drink when I see a note in messy handwriting on the table.

Y/n, I hope you had fun at the mall with Iris. Meet me at STAR Labs at 7, don’t be late (even though you never are) and look pretty (even though you always do) but don’t stress about what to wear (like you always do). It’s just you and me. See you later. I LOVE you! -Cisco

I read over the letter and smile to myself. The clock tells me it’s only 3 o’clock so I decide to have a nap. When I wake up, I shower, get ready and watch a bit of tv before I grab my keys and drive over to STAR Labs.

I arrive at 6:50 and enter the building, but I realize that Cisco didn’t tell me where to go. I shake my head, chuckling quietly to myself and go to check his lab. When I find everything but my boyfriend, I leave to check the cortex. When I enter the room that we spend so many hours in, I see Cisco standing there. “Hey babe” he exclaims, walking over to me. He leans in and pecks my lips and I smile and greet him back. His eyes scan over my body quickly before he raises his eyebrows and says “Wow. You look amazing”. I blush looking down at the outfit I got with Iris. I’m wearing a cream turtleneck sweater, a burnt orange coloured skirt, black tights, my long black coat and my classic black converses. “Yeah, you like?” I ask gesturing to my outfit. Cisco grabs my hands and replies “Very much. You look absolutely beautiful”. I squeeze his hand and nod at him. “Let me just say, you look fantastic” I say and he blushes. Cisco is wearing jeans, a button down and a nice jacket over top, paired with his sneakers. He smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “So, I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here. I need you to trust me for a minute.” he announces and puts a hand over my eyes. “Um okay..” I say hesitantly as he begins to walk me forward.

We walk for a moment then he finally stops. He removes his hand from my eyes and I turn to see where we are. All I see are the blinking lights of buildings and cars and I immediately know where we are. “Cisco how did you get me onto the roof?” I question and he smirks at me. “I vibed us up here. Couldn’t have you walking up those stairs blind”. He puts his arm around my waist and leads me over to a small table with Thai food arranged on it. I shake my head in disbelief and turn to Cisco. “You are absolutely amazing. Thank you so much” I say and pecks his lips quickly. We sit and eat for a while, and when we finish, Cisco takes my hand and leads me over to a big pile of pillows and blankets, set up perfectly to watch the stars. I lay next to him and throw a few blankets over us to keep us warm. I place my head on his shoulder and whisper “You thought of everything. I seriously can’t thank you enough. Tonight has been unforgettable”. He smiles and kisses my forehead, saying “Anything for you y/n”. We lay together for what feels like forever, and Cisco checks his phone every so often. He checks it again and sighs finally to himself. He stands up and pulls me with him. “Babe are you alright?” I ask, confused as to what is going on. He nods and looks at me. He takes a deep breath and takes my hands in his. “Y/n. I love you. So much words cannot describe. It sounds weird, but I think that I have been in love with you my entire life. You have been my rock throughout everything that has happened and I always knew that I needed you in my life. Since the first day of university when you sat down next to me I felt like you were meant to be in my life in some way. I don’t think I ever told you this but when you told me that we would be working here together, I was over the moon, because it meant that I would still get to see you everyday. I brought you up here because this is where I kissed you for the first time and where you told me that you loved me, which is something I wasn’t sure I would hear. Since you have been in my life you have always been the first person I want to share my good news with and the first person that I tell my bad news to, because I know that it will hurt less if you’re with me. You stay up with me when I have nightmares and even though I’m the one with the superpowers, you make me feel safe in ways that I can’t explain. You have become my home and I mean that in every way possible and I know that no one, in any timeline or dimension, can ever love anyone the way that I love you. And I know you always said that you wouldn’t want to be proposed to on Valentine’s Day, so I waited until past Midnight so it’s now the 15th. You always say that opals remind you of me because they look like my breaches so that’s what I got.” He says, getting down on one knee. “Y/n L/n will you make me the happiest being in the multiverse and marry me?” I wipe the tears that welled up on my eyes with my sleeve and nod, and Cisco grins. “Yeah? Really?” he asks, as if he doesn’t actually believe it. He stands up and I throw my arms around his neck to bring him closer to me. “Yes. Yes yes yes. Yes I would love to marry you” I say and he slips the ring onto my finger. I grab his face in my hands and bring his lips to mine, his arms snaking around my waist. We stay like this for what feels like hours, trying our hardest to bring each other closer. When we finally pull away, I look at my beautiful ring, then back to Cisco and say “We’re getting married”. He smiles wider and pulls me back in for a kiss. We stay on the roof for a little while longer and head back down to go home, walking hand in hand as a newly engaged couple. Safe to say it was a very memorable Valentine’s Day.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week Day 4: First Sleepover/ Sleep Together

(Rated T.  Beta’d by madder_badder.  Set post TEH.  I had this started and just kind of hanging out with no direction, then the prompt gave me my ending.  Happy accident!)

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“Sherlock?  Why are you, ah… here?  And dressed like, um—” her face did a thing, confused and groping for a tactful way to put whatever she wanted to say “—that?”

He was just as startled as she was; he’d planned on leaving before she got home from work.  It was probably a bit not good that he’d let himself in with the key she’d given him to use in the time after he’d died but before he’d left London.  He couldn’t be sure if the offer of sanctuary had been open-ended to begin with, and now that there was the boyfriend (fiancé) in the picture…  Well.

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Spencer Hastings is A.D

First in order to prove that Spencer Hastings is A.D I must state she is extremely smart. The only person other then Mona who would be smart enough to make the electronic game board. Whenever someone is working on something, such as Caleb working on computers Spencer always asks questions. It looks like she’s doing it cause she’s curious however maybe she was asking so she could learn more to use it against others.

Also Spencer really likes old things. Old books or plays. AD always plays old music. Plus Spencer loves to read. AD uses a lot of poems as references.

I also want to look at the time jump.

When Spencer left rosewood in the five year jump she was the only one that really held on to the past. All the other girls went their own ways. All the girls had broken up with their boyfriends/girlfriends, and although Spencer did break up with Toby she hadn’t moved on with someone random and new, such as Hanna or Aria. Instead Spencer randomly bumps into Caleb (Hannas ex!) and starts dating him? Maybe she set it up on purpose. She could either have wanted to keep the people of Rosewood close to her or she have kept him around because he’s very techy. He could’ve been unknowingly helping her the whole time. She could’ve been watching what and how he does his computer work, which allows her to learn more.

Once she does return to Rosewood she’s the only one who didn’t try to leave. Hanna returned to New York to try working again. Aria left in the middle of the investigation to go to work. Emily was only a bartender so whatever. But spencer worked for like a law firm. Big job guys. But she never once tried to return to work. Yes I understand she had to be there for her mom, but she was still employed in Washington. When the other girls were worried about returning to work Spencer didn’t seem to care at all. She was content with staying in town as long as possible. Staying in town, and keeping the girls in town will allow the game to continue. Maybe she wanted to stay so she could continue the game.

I also want to point out Spencer is never shy of doing anything, especially if it’s illegal. However in the recent episodes the police were looking to her as being the killer but they needed the bar receipt to prove it. Usually in the past this wouldn’t stop Spencer, she would’ve broken into the hotel herself and destroyed the receipt herself. Instead Hanna and Caleb do it. That’s not like Spencer. She and Aria (team Sparia!) would have gotten it done with no hesitation.

So I think this goes one of two ways. Spencer either has split personality or she has a twin. Now everyone has been one the twin train for a long time. So I thought I might add that in as maybe a possibility.

If we are talking about the possibility of twins then I think Bethany young could be Spencer’s twin. The doctor who delivered Mary Drakes (who we all know now is Spencer’s birth mom) baby he said “I dealt with two of her babies”. Not pregnancies. Babies! Yes he could’ve delivered Cece, but if he did why did he say babies instead of pregnancies. The two babies could have been spencer and Bethany. Furthermore Jessica, Marys sister, used to visit Bethany in the insane asylum. She’s demanded in the past that Bethany call her aunt Jessie. Aunt! If Bethany was Mary’s daughter then Jessica really would be her aunt! Plus Bethany got pissed at Jessica cause she found out she was dating her dad. We alllll know Jessica had an affair with Spencer’s father. If Spencer’s dad was really Bethany’s dad then that would explain both the aunt and the affair.

On a side note I truly do believe Spencer’s father is her birth dad. When she was born it was truly easy for the Hastings to adopt her. Usually the court try’s to place babies with family but for whatever reason Jessica was unable to adopt Spencer like she did Cece. If the courts did decide to place the baby with family who better then the aunt but the actual father?

Anyways back to the Bethany Young being the twin. If we really want to follow how things went in the books Bethany and Spencer could’ve switched places at some point. The real Spencer, who befriended the girls when they were young could’ve been shoved into the hole and killed by Bethany, then she happily took Spencer’s place. I think this is a bit of a stretch but some people may really see some truth in this

Also in the episode when Hanna got kidnapped she had a dream of seeing Spencer. And at first I would say maybe it is Spencer, however if you look closely her hair was cut differently, she didn’t have bangs yet. Back when Allison was believed to be dead Hanna often “dreamed” of seeing her. But as it turned out she really was seeing Allison. Considering Hanna tends to dream about people who are really there maybe this “dream” she was actually seeing Spencer’s twin. And I want to point out in the scene Spencer sang Hanna to sleep, it’s the same song that Mary sings when she believes Spencer is dying. But Spencer wasn’t raised by Mary, so why sing that song? Maybe the twin was, so she sang the song she grew up hearing.

To top the twin thing off Ezra goes to the airport, in about two episodes ago and he sees Spencer there with Wren. However she’s suddenly no longer wearing the coat she was in earlier and when she sees Ezra she starts talking really fast almost nervously. She even goes as far to ask Ezra not to say anything to anyone. Maybe because if he did someone will realize Spencer was in two places at once?! Spencer’s twin was with Wren!

I think this can also go with the split personality. Maybe the reasons she’s surprised and nervous is because it isn’t the true Spencer out but only her other personality.

Now I want us to talk about Wren for a moment.

Wren suddenly appears at the airport out of no where? No one truly meets getting off the plane for drinks. Realistically what would’ve happened is Spencer come pick him up then take him somewhere else. They could’ve gone to a bar or restaurant. Instead they stay at the airport. You only stay to have drinks at the airport if you’re waiting for your flight to be called for boarding. The plane hadn’t just landed. It was going to take off!

Plus Wren is a doctor. It’s been admitted Alison is pregnant through an operation. Dr Rollins was revealed to not be a doctor at all. He couldn’t have done the operation. However Dr. Wren could. And who would he come back to do the operation if someone asked? Spencer!

Now I want to take a look back at the possibility of a split personality.

Back in season 1 Wren and Spencer kiss out of no where. Maybe Wren kisses her because either A. He mixed her up with her twin or B. Her other personality flirted with him and maybe kisses him in the past. So now he thinks it’s okay.

She spent time in Radley. Her mental instabilities got to the point where she needed meds. However eventually she got addicted and had to be taken off. Maybe the pills were for her split personality. In that case if she was taken of the pills due to addictions then her split personality could have got out of control.

Then also whenever Spencer does planning and uncovering stuff one song plays in the background. It’s called sail and one lyric goes “blame it on my A.D.D.” Like seriously?! A.D?! And it goes “this is how I show my love. I made it in my mind because”. Made it in her mind? The split personality is all in her mind, which would explain the lyric. And the personality does all this stuff maybe because she truly thinks she’s doing something out of love.

The spilt personality also would explain why Spencer acts so surprised. Whenever something goes on she is shocked. Even though it’s her doing it she doesn’t remember cause it’s another personality.

I also want to point out A.D seems to have a soft spot for Aria, at least that’s what everybody says. I have just one word to say to that… Sparia. Out of the four girls. The one who is the closest to Aria is Spencer. This could explain why there’s the soft spot for Aria.

I know there’s a lot of suspects and a lot of possibilities but I truly am leaning towards Spencer. For whatever reasons I think it’s her. I’m also positive it was Wren who did the operation on Alison.

What do you guys think? Do you believe Spencer is A.D?

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Late night jazz and chatter blared through the walls of the next room– a lounge of sorts for people to do whatever it was they did. It was a kind of culture you didn’t understand merely because it didn’t interest you but, these days, what did?

You tried to drown out the noise with your thoughts but all you could think about was how the man underneath you had changed so drastically since the two of you had first met – and you wondered if you had changed too. You watched as he pulled a small bag from his pocket, opened it to reveal a folded up foil before spilling its contents onto the glass vanity before the two of you. A soft white powder seemed to flood the surface of the table, but it hardly took up a fraction of the surface before you.

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Modern!Ezio x Reader

Notes:

Once again I do not speak Italian (I wish😫) so if anything is wrong or doesn’t make sense my bad.

Damn it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Ezio in action. This made me wanna break out AC 2. 

Things between you and Ezio have been….awkward, to say the least. You thought it was only on your part though, because Ezio wasn’t giving you any hints he felt the same. It was almost as if he hadn’t said he wanted more from you. Had he moved on that quickly? Did he realize you were right and was back to being content?

You couldn’t help feeling like that. Now that you knew how he felt, you questioned every little action of his during sex. Was his affection simply from the intimate act, or was he pushing for more again? Would he ambush you with a confession again? If so when? Your mind raced with questions every time he came around now. 

Another aspect of it was you were fighting yourself. Don’t hold on to him too long and send the wrong message. Don’t lose yourself in his kisses too much. Be careful of what you say so you don’t send the wrong message. You were policing yourself left and right because the truth was, you wanted to do all of those things and more. You were just scared because of who he was. 

Nevertheless here you were, Friday evening, wearing an impossibly tight red dress. Ezio admitted on several occasions you drove him crazy in red, and you’d picked the dress with that in mind. You just wanted to get back that carefree intimacy you’d had with him before. He’d invited you over for dinner, which you figured was code for good food and better sex. You decided to use the opportunity to roll things back into place. 

You knocked on the tall metal door of Ezio’s apartment and tried to quell the few butterflies in your stomach. This was a new thing too, getting nervous around him. 

Ezio opened the door in a dark button down and casual slacks. You bit your lip when you caught a peep of chiseled chest through the top undone buttons of his shirt. He smirked when he caught your roving gaze. 

“Bella? I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” 

“I’m sorry. I hope I’m not too late, the traffic was hell.” You entered when he stepped aside. 

“Senza Senso! It’s fine, perfect even.” He kissed your hand with a gentle smile.

“Good.” You returned his smile.

Your eyes scanned the expanse of dark colored refinery surrounding you. You had only been there a few times, as he mostly came to your place, and you’d never get over how luxurious his place was. All modern and sleek with the moon completely visible in the wall of floor to ceiling windows. His apartment was the very essence of him. 

“Let me take your coat.” His voice interrupted your impressed glances. 

“Thank you.” You started to slide your long black coat down your shoulders only to stop when a woman appeared in the foyer. 

The dark haired woman’s eyes widened considerably, before a familiar looking smirk settled on her face. 

“Madre she’s real! Mio dio.” She laughed clapping a hand over her heart. “I’m Claudia, his sister.”

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” You gave a small wave in her direction. 

Ezio hadn’t said a thing about guest. He hadn’t said anything other than he wanted you over for dinner at eight. 

“What do you mean she’s real? You think I have to lie about seeing a woman?” Ezio regarded the woman with clear annoyance. 

“It’s just she’s so pretty, and probably smart. Why would you want my idiota brother?” 

You laughed. You didn’t speak Italian, but you didn’t have to for you to get what she’d said. 

“Probably for the same reason you were sneaking out of your room in high school. I wonder if mama and papà know about the good child’s secrets.” He replied coolly. 

The girl’s nostrils flared and before you knew it they were embroiled in a heated argument. You could only understand them when they let a word of English slip, but you were enjoying it nonetheless. 

A petite woman with a brunette bun and a frown on her face entered from a side room. She clapped her hands loudly and the two instantly went silent. 

“Imbarazzante.” She shook her head and then her gaze settled on you. 

You felt self conscious under her sharp gaze. You didn’t often feel this way, being a model had really boosted your self confidence. Not to mention, working out to maintain your shape had left you being able to pull of so many different looks. This woman, however, shattered that with one wizened look. You then remembered how slinky your dress was. You shook the jacket up onto your shoulders again. 

“She’s beautiful figlio, you did good.” The woman, who must’ve been his mother, placed her palms on either side of his cheeks. 

What had he told them about the two of you? They seemed to think you were together. You didn’t even know they were going to be there. You hoped Ezio hadn’t included you in something that was family related. You would’ve been fine with rescheduling.

“Take her coat, don’t be rude. I raised you better than that.” She dropped her hands after patting one cheek roughly. It was almost a slap. 

“Si, madre.” He ground out. 

You giggled at his childish tone and expression and he pinched you when he removed the jacket. 

“Haha bella, enjoy tonight’s comedy stylings at my expense.”

“I am…idiota. I’m using that now by the way.” 

Claudia’s face lit up and she laughed loudly. “Yes! I’ll gladly teach you more. This is our mother.” 

“Mrs. Auditore it’s so nice to meet you.” You extended your hand. 

“Please, call me Maria mio caro.” She embraced you instead. 

“You two be useful and introduce her.” His mother dusted her hands on the apron around her waist and turned back into the room she’d come from. 

“I’ll do it. I mean look how long it took you to introduce her to us in the first place.” Claudia waved him away and hooked her arm through yours. 

She led you into the living room where 3 males were seated on the expensive furniture, talking. A scowling Ezio followed you two and stole you from his sister. Before you knew it, you’d been thoroughly introduced to his two brothers and father. 

Federico the eldest brother, was twice as flirtatious as Ezio. You wouldn’t have even believed that was possible before you met him. His smooth words had you feeling like a teenage virgin, instead of the experienced grown woman you were. He was especially taken with your choice of dress. 

Their father Giovanni cautioned him against flirting with his brother’s date, only to be more devastating than he was. Ezio and Federico had no choice but to be handsome heart killers with him for a father. 

The youngest Auditore child, Petruccio, was incredibly sweet. He’d been homeschooled due to his health and was very smart. He’d been delighted when you were able to bounce random facts back and forth with him. He admitted to missing the museums back in Italy and before you’d known it, you’d offered to help him find some good ones in California. 

All-in-all Ezio’s family was very warm and welcoming to you. Each of their memorable personalities surrounded you, and you found yourself having an amazing time. One thing kept nagging you throughout your conversations. You knew the night would be perfect if it was real. Once again, you questioned yourself on what he’d told his family about the two of you? 

Before long, his mother entered the room to announce that dinner was done. You followed his family into the dining room and Ezio seated you next to him. 

“Ezio you didn’t tell me you were having your family over. I wouldn’t have intruded.” You kept your voice low, not that it mattered, his family was engaging in conversation about the food. 

“Che cosa? You’re not intruding, I wanted you to be here.” He uncorked a nearby bottle of wine and filled your glasses.

“I would’ve liked to have known at least.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would mind. I just really wanted you to be here.” He gave you that warm smile that always made your stomach drop.

You tried (and failed) to stifle a smile as you turned to your empty plate. 

Ezio’s mom had outdone herself. Authentic Italian food was laid in an amazing spread before you. Your manager would be pissed if he knew, but you couldn’t find a single fuck to give about it. The conversation didn’t stop, once over dinner. His family was interested in your career and thought it was adorable that you’d met at a photo shoot. His parents stressed how happy they were Ezio had settled his roving eye and you just smiled and nodded at that. You wouldn’t lie no matter how much you liked them. You and he weren’t dating. 

Once dinner was done Claudia volunteered to bring out dessert and give her mom a rest.

“(Y/N) could you give me a hand?” 

“Sure.” You nodded and slid back in your chair. 

Ezio’s fingers brushed across the bare skin of your thigh before you rose, causing you to shiver. 

“Hurry back mio caro.” 

You gently pushed his head once you were standing. “You’ll live.” 

He laughed along with his family as Petruccio noted you were already fitting in. 

“My brother is in love with you, you know.” Claudia flipped the light switch, flooding the expansive kitchen with light. It wasn’t a question. 

You paused, running a hand through your hair. “Oh wow…” 

“I know, it’s not my place. However, I also know I love my brother and I want to see him happy.” She walked over to a beautiful glass cake dish placed on the counter. 

You were silent, having a feeling she wasn’t done speaking. 

“He’s never been serious about a woman before and he’s certainly never brought one for us to meet. Our parents have been frustrated with him for a long time. Papà offers him a role in the family business he goes into modeling, he has nice women he gets along with and he runs from them, he goofed off in school and coasted through his classes.” She stacked some gold rimmed plates from the cabinet. 

“He’s never brought a woman home before?” you had a hard time believing that about playboy Ezio.

“No. I mean there was this one time me and mama came over without notice, and a leggy blonde was running around the apartment. I don’t think he wanted us to meet her though.” Claudia laughed at the memory and then she sobered once she realized she probably wasn’t helping her case. 

“He’s serious about you though, and we can all see that. He explained to us that you weren’t official. Now maybe my parents don’t know but I do, I get it. You’re fuck buddies,” She chuckled at your horrified expression. “I’m not judging you. Ezio told us you’re not sure if you should go there with him.” 

“I was wondering what he told you. You guys treated me like we were already…” you rubbed your arm.

“Dating?” she raised an eyebrow. 

“Well yeah.”

“Hopefully, soon enough you will be.” She handed you the plates before taking the cake dish. “Give him a chance hmm amico? I know why you’re worried, but I don’t think you should be.” 

You followed Claudia back into the dining room, all the while your mind racing with what she’d said. Were you really the first girl he brought home? You knew how important his family was to him, if the way he spoke about them was anything to go by. He’d told his family about you and had you come to meet them, all this and you two weren’t even dating. Was he really trying to prove to you that he was serious? You had expected him to drop it, but in hindsight that was out of character for him. He’d made it clear he wasn’t giving up. Did you really want him to? 

You set the plates on the table before turning to Ezio. “Can I talk to you?”

He looked slightly worried but nodded. “Of course bella.” 

He gently took your arm and led you out onto the balcony off the living room. 

You glanced down at the city below, well aware of his warm gaze on you. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Hmm? What’s that?” he feigned ignorance turning his gaze onto the city as well. 

“You think you can bring me up to your fancy tower, introduce me to your family, and I’ll just fall in your arms?” 

He turned to you quickly, his face in a state of panic. “No I wasn-“ 

“It’s working.” You took his chin between your thumb and forefinger and brought him down to kiss him. 

You waited until Ezio got over his initial shock and started kissing back, before you slipped your arms around his neck. His kisses held a note of desperation that you hadn’t ever felt before. It only made you want to draw closer to him. 

“Wait bambino, wait.” He gently removed himself from you, though he slid his hands down to cup your waist. 

“Hmm?” you murmured, your lips already kiss-swollen and your eyes glazed over. 

“I don’t know what Claudia told you, but I wanted to talk to you about this later myself. I wasn’t trying trick or pressure you.” 

“You just wanted to show me you’re serious right?” you asked, trailing your fingers over the back of his neck. 

He shivered and nodded. “Si.”

“I appreciate you letting me into your world. I know how important your family is to you. Ezio I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything bella, name it.” He pressed his lips to your forehead and smoothed back your hair. 

“Don’t hurt me. I want to be with you so I’m going to trust you, please don’t hurt me.” Your hoped your eyes conveyed to him how serious you were with your request. 

“I swear to you I’m yours. I won’t let you down mi amore.” He pressed his lips to yours and you breathed sharply returning it. 

He cupped the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair. You felt dizzy as he deepened your shared kiss. He broke away after while, giving you the chance to breathe, and started trailing kisses down your neck. He pressed you against the solid railing of the balcony, and the rush of the night air was a contrast to the heat he was creating. 

“Don’t think this dress went unnoticed.” He fingered the thin straps of your dress. 

“I would hope not, it’s obvious who I wore it for.” You gasped when he tugged at a strap lightly with his teeth. 

A loud banging on the glass made the two of you leap apart. Claudia and Federico were grinning and mouthing dirty things to the two of you, while his parents were shaking their heads and smiling. 

“Merda.” Ezio hissed, running a hand through his hair. 

“Better not let them see that.” You giggled, eyes roving over the obvious tent in his pants.

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End Notes:

I thought this would be a perfect way for Ezio to prove he was serious about the reader. I know he’s fiercely loyal to his fam so.

Imagine #12 Charles Xavier - Part 1 (Request)

Requested by Anon: Hi friend! I just had a pretty cool idea for a request! Okay so, the reader was on a mission right? They got hurt and blacked out. So when they wake up at the school, they don’t remember anything about the school/their past.With young Charles please

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

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Words: 1740

Warnings: probably typos

A/N: So, this is part 1 of ?, because I really liked the request and the one part would have been way too long, if I hadn’t split it, so yeah. Hope you enjoy it! xoxo

It was always difficult for Charles to follow the x-men’s thoughts during a mission, even with Cerebro. The calmer a person was, the easier it was for Charles to get into their head and naturally most missions did not leave his students in a particularly calm state of mind. Your mind however he knew like the back of his hand. He had been there from the very beginning, when you first lost control of your lightning, he had been there when you finally managed to contain it and he had felt everything from pain over sadness to inexplicable happiness and unconditional love pulse through your mind and body. He would recognize your thoughts among millions.

Which was exactly why he immediately realized that something was wrong when all of the sudden, everything was gone. There was nothing but silence, darkness. Emptiness. He felt his hands clench around the cold metal of his helmet as his mind tried to hold on to something, to grip the nothing that, only seconds ago, had been your presence.

Fear and worry threatened to flood his mind, to tear his concentration, that he so desperately needed to keep track of the mission, into pieces.

“Goddammit!”, he cursed and rose one hand to his eyes, trying to find back. “Tell me she’s alright!”, he almost shouted, not even caring who was listening. Maybe nobody was, or maybe everyone.

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Heat Spell

Fandom: Zootopia
Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps
Rating: T
WC: 7,375
Summary: In the midst of an intense summer in Sahara Square, Judy and Nick are both college students working as lifeguards at a local pool club. One-Shot.[AO3]

[A/N]: This was just a fun little one-shot I wrote to take a break from Something That Finds You. Very fluffy, very casual – hopefully it isn’t as scattered as I feel it is. Once again, many thanks to everyone who reads this, and any of my other works! Happy Summer!


Her feet burned against the asphalt of the parking lot as she hurried into work, the ends of her fur practically singeing in the heat. No one had arrived yet, other than the other employees, but the club opened in less than 10 minutes, which was cutting it far too close for Judy. She whipped her keycard out of her tote bag as she entered the lobby of the main building, grateful for the brief welcome of an air conditioner.

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