you're not smug if this is your hair i don't know you

anonymous asked:

Kackaaaaaaaa I love you, you're THE BEST! Happy birthday! Promt for Bellarke: we have friends with benefits relationship (even though I secretly love you) but now I'm pregnant and I don't know how to tell you bc I'm afraid that you'll freak out.

Ahhh thanks! <333 Hope you like it! (ao3)


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Clarke only feels moderately weird about letting herself into Wells and Bellamy’s apartment when she knows they’re not home.

On the one hand, the spare key they gave her is supposed to be for emergencies. On the other hand, she’d definitely consider being covered in someone else’s vomit an emergency.

When she applied to teach elementary school art, she’d known she’d probably come home messy most days. But with paint, and clay, and glue stuck to her skin. Not from a kid accidentally losing his lunch on her when he came to say he didn’t feel well.

It ended up being more show than tell.

Her principal had given her the go-ahead to cancel the rest of her classes for the day, but going home meant becoming the vomit lady on the bus, and it’s just so much easier for her to go two blocks over to use her friends’ shower.

Wells is the most generous person she knows; she can’t imagine he’d say no if she asked. And Bellamy… well, they’re not exactly close. He’s mostly just Wells’s roommate, Octavia’s brother, the friend in her group she’s least connected to. But he’s a teacher too, and the ultimate Mom friend. Even if he made fun of her endlessly, even if he bickered her into buying him a beer in exchange for the slight addition to his water bill, even if she had to face his smug smile, he wouldn’t actually bar her from using his shower in a time of crisis such as this.

None of those things are out of character for Bellamy. He loves giving her a hard time, and she’s had enough of that today. Which is why she doesn’t text them for permission first.

Instead, she smothers the slightly guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach, dumps her clothes in the wash, and lets out a long, shuddering breath when she steps under the spray.

It feels a little weirder when she reaches for the shampoo on the shelf. It’s just– she hasn’t had a significant other, or even a one night stand, in quite a while. The last time she used someone else’s products, allowing someone else’s scent to cling to her skin and hair, was ages ago.

“Too long ago, apparently,” she grumbles to herself, working her hair into a lather. “Maybe it’s time to get you laid, Griffin.”

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fluffyblue-artnwriting  asked:

Aaah I'm so happy you're doing prompts! So, I'd like to request some Klance, with the opening "I'm sorry." (also please don't kill anyone?)

Haha never fear, I can, occasionally, do the fluff thing too :P (good to specify though lol). Hope you enjoy!!


           “I’m sorry.”

           Lance paused in the middle of stripping off his gloves, looking up to see Keith still in full Paladin armor, holding his helmet under his right arm and looking away awkwardly. He was flushed, whether from exertion or embarrassment Lance couldn’t tell, his hair drawn back in a ponytail with the loose strands plastered to his forehead and neck with sweat.

           “Um… for what?” Lance asked, pulling his gloves all the way off and stretching his fingers. “For whupping my ass in training? I know that can’t be it, you do that every day and always have a real smug look on your face about it.” He stripped his black spacesuit shirt off and reached for his regular t-shirt.

           “No,” Keith said. “I mean, I– I’m not smug– That’s not the point.” He took a deep breath. Lance looked over his shoulder curiously. “I’m sorry I yelled at you when we first met. Back at the Garrison, I mean.” His mouth twitched in discomfort. Lance stared at him, slowly setting down the spacesuit shirt half-folded. His brain spun its wheels in place.

           “So… you do remember me.” Keith went red.

           “I had to think about it. Well, I mean, I remembered you, I remembered I had seen you around, but I only the other day remembered that we’d actually had a conversation and… I was kind of an ass.”

           “I asked you if you knew the way to the simulator and you told me the simulator was a piece of junk and if I relied on it for practice I must not be able to take off without crashing.” Keith ran a hand across his forehead, shoving his bangs to the side where sweat held them stuck at an unnatural angle.

           “I had crashed the simulator the day before,” he admitted. “I was being stupid and not paying attention because it wasn’t a real flight so it didn’t really matter, and Iverson chewed me out for almost an hour. ‘I know you can do better than that, Cadet’ and all that. It was the first time I’d crashed anything since I was twelve.” Lance was quiet, Keith still avoiding his gaze, but something bubbled up inside him and suddenly he was laughing, bent over double, his stomach aching from the pressure after the workout he’d just had, but he couldn’t stop. Keith whipped his head around to look at him. “What– Why are you—?”

           “I’m sorry,” Lance gasped. “I’m sorry it’s just… The great Keith Kogane… And you crashed… In the simulator… Oh my God I need a minute…” He bent over again, laughing for another good ten seconds before he managed to take a deep breath and stand back up, wiping tears from his eyes. “I guess you’re human after all,” he said, grinning. Keith shifted his weight back and forth.

           “Well, I just… We got off on the wrong foot, and that was my fault.” It was clearly a rehearsed line. Lance waited patiently, hiccups of laughter still leaking through every few seconds. “So I wanted to apologize and, um, maybe we can, uh, start over?” He stuck out a hand. “I’m Keith Kogane. Hi.” Lance rolled his eyes and took Keith’s hand.

           “Lance McClain. Former cargo pilot, now the Blue Paladin of Voltron. Pleasure to meet you.” They stopped shaking, but Keith didn’t let go of his hand just yet.

           “I don’t know if there’s a flight simulator on this ship, but I’m pretty hungry after that training session so. Um. Want to get something to eat?” Lance was suddenly hyper aware of the pressure of Keith’s hand in his, the ever-present intensity of his stare, and he felt warmth creeping into his cheeks as he stuttered slightly.

           “Why, Keith, are you asking me on a date? That’s pretty forward, considering we just met.” Lance winked at him and felt his cheeks go even redder. Keith yanked his hand away.

           “No, I’m– I’m just– I’m…” Lance felt a stone drop into his stomach and knew it showed on his face. Keith paused, staring, cleared his throat, and started over.

           “If I was, what would you say?” Lance’s eyes went wide, and he smiled just a little uncertainly.

           “I’d say,” he reached out and took Keith’s hand again, “that forward is just my style.”

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Rated: M

Genre: Smut

Pairing: You/Jay Park

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missmoony07  asked:

Hi! glad you're back! I don't know if this has been done before but an idea have been rounding my head: About how Astrid got her fur hoodie, I have a headcanon about it, that Astrid and Hiccup went together shopping into trader Johann ship, while Hiccup was doing his shopping Astrid was looking the furs, but didn't buy anything, of course Hiccup saw and while she wasn't looking, bought the fur and made the hoodie as a surprise gift. Hope this helps with your inspiration ^_^ bye!

A/N: Okay. Okay, I just really, really, really really really loved this prompt.

Like, seriously, I had so much fun writing it. Thank you so, so much for sending it in- I hope you enjoy reading it! <3 

As I wrote this, towards the end, I ended up thinking about this fabulous comic drawn by the talented @kadeart! I believe in giving credit to where credit is due, so just as this lovely headcanon was from @missmoony07, the  final scene of the fic was inspired by kadeart’s comic! Many thanks to you both!


Just Fur You (HAH. IT’S A PUN.)

Hiccup knew how to pay attention to detail, but when it came to Astrid, he really knew how to pay attention to detail.

He noticed the way her eyes shone when she was amused, and the way she’d scrunch up her nose just the tiniest bit when she was thinking. He noticed the way she’d push some of her hair out of her face when she was marginally flustered; the way she’d roll her eyes, but still smile, whenever he pitched an idea…

At this moment, though, Hiccup noticed the way that she carefully drew her fingers over a pale fur pelt on Johann’s ship, and raked her eyes over it in a contemplative manner.

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A Family Affair
  • *Angelo's*
  • Molly's Date: *raises his glass* To us.
  • Molly: *smiles; lifts her glass* To us *clinks his*
  • Molly's Date: *nods at Angelo* A mate of yours?
  • Molly: *turns away; waves* Oh, yeah, he's friends with...someone I know *turns back* So...where were-
  • Sherlock: *suddenly next to them; exasperated* Sorry I'm late...may I join you?
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly's Date: *frowns* Excuse me?
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Edward, this is Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock, Edward Castle *mutters* Sherlock is my soon-to-be-ex husband.
  • Molly's Date: *raises an eyebrow* You never told me you were married.
  • Sherlock: *pulls up a chair; smug* Ah, first date. Remember ours, dear?
  • Molly: *narrows her eyes* Where are the kids?
  • Molly's Date: *splutters his drink* Wait, you have kids? Plural? As in...more than one?
  • Molly: *still looking at Sherlock* Yes. Where are they?
  • Sherlock: *thinking* Hmm...one is out solving a crime probably, teenagers, I'm sure I left the twins downstairs with Mrs. Hudson, John and Mary wanted the toddler practice and Mycroft is babysitting the, erm, baby.
  • Molly's Date: *alarmed* Jesus, how many have you got?
  • Sherlock & Molly: *glance at each other* Five.
  • Molly's Date: *confused* Well, then...why are you splitting up?
  • Molly: *smiles* The sex was crap.
  • Sherlock: *chuckles; takes her wine glass* Now, Molly, give him an excuse he'll believe *raises the glass to the light*
  • Molly's Date: *looking between them* What's going on?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Does the name Julia Smith mean anything to you?
  • Molly's Date: *shakes his head*
  • Sherlock: Nooo *sniffs the glass* You never get to know their names first, do you? Did you know she was fifteen years old?
  • Suspect: ...
  • Sherlock: Her mother hired me to investigate her attack. Dinner at a restaurant with someone she met in a chatroom... *dips his finger in the wine glass* I don't think I need to tell you the rest *tentatively tastes the liquid*
  • Molly: *calm* You see, while you're sat here with me, the police are raiding your flat and, well...I don't think you're getting away this time.
  • Suspect: *fuming* You have no right-
  • Sherlock: *fuming* Our eldest is the same age. It is taking all my willpower not to force you to drink this and leave you at the mercy of my girls. Far worse than anything I could do to you.
  • Greg: *enters Angelo's; approaching their table* Come on, Castle. You have the right to remain silent... *leads the suspect away*
  • Molly: *holds Sherlock's hand* It's okay...we got him.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Too late *sighs* That was...good.
  • Molly: Not bad for an amateur, eh? *pats his knee* Come on, let's round up the troops.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Thank you for helping me.
  • Molly: *grins* What would you do without me? *kisses him*
  • Sherlock: *takes her hand* Don't make me think about that.
  • MEANWHILE
  • John: *running his hands through his hair* For God's sake, Will...put that down.
  • Baby Holmes: *grinning; rips open the bag of flour*
  • John: *high-pitched* Don't you dare! Where did you even get-
  • Baby Holmes: *throws the flour at him*
  • Mary: *returns from the bathroom; examing one of Sherlock's shirts* I think I got most of it out *looks up, sees John covered in flour; stifling giggles* What happened?
  • John: *glares at her* About this baby of ours...
An Unexpected Evening

Author: Assbutt

Character: Sam

Reader gender: female

Warnings: smut, fluff, cussing

You sit down on your bed and pop open your laptop for another hour of research. Sam was in the library and Dean was either eating or taking a nap, maybe both knowing him. Your phone buzzed next to you and the name ‘Sam’ lit up on the screen. You unlocked your phone and opened the message to see a picture of him hard. The only thing was, he wasn’t wearing anything over it. You gasped sharply and threw your phone at the foot of the bed. The image was burned into your mind, you shook your head and tried to blink it away, but nothing helped. You slowly got up and hesitantly picked up your phone, the picture still bright on your screen. You stared at it for what you knew was too long and then closed it. Sam hadn’t sent any words with it, so maybe he accidentally sent it to you. You type 'Uh, wrong person?’

The gray bubble pops up on the left of your screen, dots circulating. The words that came after were 'Actually, you are exactly the right person. :)’

Shit. Sam… He- what? You went and sat on your bed again, still thinking about the picture. This turned you on. Sam turned you on. You had never-

A light moan fell from your lips as your phone vibrated between your legs. Why did you set it there?

'How’s my baby?’ You read the message at least five times before replying 'Since when am I your baby?’ with a smug look.

'Since you stared at that picture as long as you did.’

What the fuck?! Did he have cameras in your room?! Jedi mind tricks?! You felt your face get hot and red.

'I gotta admit, that was pretty nice. ;)’ you quickly text back.

'There’s more where that came from.’ You could just imagine the look on his face right now.

Damn, this really did turn you on. Sam had never, ever since you’ve known him, been like this. Especially with you. 'I have a little something for you too.’ You snapped a picture of your cleavage and sent that.

'Oh, you don’t want to tease
me. 😈’ Sam quickly texted back.

'I think I do.’ You sent a picture of your thighs that time.

Sam shot back a picture that started with his belly button, to him tugging at the waistband of his jeans. You bit your lip at how you wish that could be your hand. You sent back the same sort of picture, tugging at the waist band on your shorts.

'Damn, you’re gorgeous.’ He replied.

'And you, are sexy as hell. 😏’ you laughed at yourself and the fact that this was actually happening.

'Glad to know I can live up to Crowley. 😋’ he texted.

'Lol, so Sam… What’s with the sudden burst of feelings for me?’ You gulp as you hesitantly press send.

Nothing. Then you see him type for a minute. It stops. Your heart is pounding hard against your rib cage and it feels like a hummingbird, begging to get out. Typing. Nothing. Typing for a couple minutes. Then a message pops up. 'Well, I was reading about how these creatures mate… And how similar it is to humans. They spend a lot of time together, then one day they develop feelings and just get together. I don’t know… But I thought of you and how much time we spend together. And I got a little excited…’

'Yeah Sam. I saw.’ You snickered and hoped he heard it through text.

'Would you like a live show?… We ask for volunteers. 😉’ you thought you almost heard him giggle all the way from the library.

'Oh idk… I’m kind of enjoying this Sam. 😆’

He sends another picture just like the first. You groaned and bit your lip at the picture, staring even longer this time.

'Don’t taunt me Sam. Plus, we’re sexting, not snapchatting. 🙊’

'What’s behind those hands (y/n)?’

'😳’ you clear your throat. Maybe there was a reason you and him had never done this before. You waited a solid five minutes, still no more messages. 'Sam, you know I was joking right?’ You pace the room nervously.

'Come to the library.’

'Gladly. 😊’ you look yourself over, fixing your clothes (although they would probably be in a pile on the floor in five minutes), and combing through your hair with your fingers. You walked out into the hall and out to the library. You skipped to the library excitedly, hoping today was your day to finally get laid by a Winchester. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. 'Come find me. 😋’

'The library is huge! How am I supposed to do that?’ You quickly typed.

'Look down each aisle of shelves. If I’m not there, remove an article of clothing. Then move to the next aisle. 😏’

'Shit, Sam. Once I get a hold of you… I swear…’

'😂’ Sam texted before your other message hardly got out.

'Can I get a hint or something?’ You ask.

'Start on the left shelves. Hurry, I’m growing impatient. 😈’

'You aren’t the only one.’ You snarked.

You walked to the left, the first aisle… Empty. You remove your shirt and continue. Aisle two, also empty. You remove your tank top. Next aisle vacant… Buh bye jeans. Doesn’t he want to take off ANY of your clothes himself? Guess not. The next aisle empty. You throw your bra down and that leaves you in your underwear. Now this is just pissing you off. Your brow begins to furrow in frustration until you see Sam in the next aisle. He was fully dressed. “What the hell? Why did I have to get undressed but you didn’t?”

“I thought you might like to undress me.”

“You thought right.” You smiled. You walked over to him beginning to remove his jacket and then his shirt. He pulled you in close, grabbing your ass. You moan into each other’s mouths as he grinds himself against you, giving the friction you both crave. You pull away from him to pull his pants down and throw them at the books in one swift move. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulls your feet off the ground and shoves you into the shelf. There would be bruises tomorrow, but not from the books. “Fuck, you’re so hot. And so wet for me.” He grunted and moved a hand down to your panties. You moaned as he stuck his fingers in them and pulled them down. He let you down to the floor, still pushing you against the books, kissing you violently. “Saaam-” you moan. “I need you. Now Sam.” You gripped his shoulders as he pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust. He then got up to speed, his hips slapping against yours. You could hardly hear the flesh on flesh over the ridiculous moaning from the both of you. “SAM!!!” You screamed into his neck and you went over the edge. He started trembling and he went over his edge in seconds. Once you were both done you got down to the floor, panting next to each other. You laid on top of him and he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you stroked his hair. In this moment you felt bliss, and comfort. You would never leave his side as long as you lived.

honey41283  asked:

How about "You're a doctor and my friend's been trying to get me on a date..." for Quintis or "How are you so good at ice skating don't abandon me..." for Waige.

Well these prompts are wonderful and I decided to do them both. I’m doing the Quintis one now, and I will make a separate post for the Waige one momentarily. Thank you for the prompts! I hope you love them. 


“You’re a doctor and my friend’s been trying to get me a date so she fake-passed-out on the sidewalk to get your attention she’s okay I swear”


“Hey look, there’s Toby.” Paige’s smile was mischievous as she discreetly gestured in Toby’s direction.

“Who’s Toby?” Happy wasn’t in the mood for Paige’s positivity today. She had dragged her to this dumb basketball game and actually talking to other people was where Happy drew the line.

Paige rolled her eyes like Happy is actually supposed to know every person on this campus.

“He’s a Doctor in Student Health. He’s done a couple of my check-ups lately.”

Happy took a closer look at the man across the gym.

“He can’t be much older than us.”

Paige smiled.

“He’s not. He breezed through medical school in a heartbeat. Toby’s a genius.”

It was then that Happy noticed the mischievous glint in Paige’s eye. She didn’t know exactly what Paige was up to, but she knew it wouldn’t be good.

Then Toby started to walk towards them.

“Watch this.” Paige whispered with a wink.

Then she unceremoniously fell down to the ground, purposefully landing on her back, with her limbs sprawled all around her.

Happy reacted at the same time Toby did, both lowering themselves to the ground around Paige.

Paige blinked her eyes open, looking dazed.

Happy didn’t know what to do, but of course, Toby did.

“What happened here, Paige? Toby looked her up and down methodically.

“I guess I just passed out for a second. I might just be dehydrated.” She attempted to sit up, but Toby gently pushed her back down.

“Did you hit your head?”

Paige shook her head, doing a surprisingly good job at faking this whole thing.

“Let’s go to my office and get you checked out. We need to make sure the baby’s okay.”

Paige ran her hand over her stomach, and tried to stand up. Sometimes she forgets that standing up straight from the ground isn’t as easy as it was six months ago.

“Happy, can you come with me?” Paige winked at her while Toby wasn’t looking.

“Sure.” Happy’s tone was clipped.

Thankfully, Toby’s office in the Student Health building wasn’t a far walk, and Paige kept an arm over both Toby’s and Happy’s shoulders the entire time.

They set her down gently on the examination table.

“Give me a minute, I’ll go get the ultrasound machine so we can make sure that baby’s still kicking.”

Toby handed her a bottle of water, and then left the room.

“What the hell, Paige?” Happy was part angry, and part concerned.

“It got his attention.”

Happy rolled her eyes.

“You could have hurt yourself, or the baby. Why the hell would you do that?”

“I would never put him in danger, I purposely landed on a mat. It didn’t even hurt. Besides, my love life is boring right now. I need to live through yours.”

Happy eyes widened like she absolutely couldn’t believe what Paige had done.

“You’re insane.”

Paige rolled her eyes.

“He’s nice, and smart, and sarcastic. You’d really like him.”

“I don’t really like anyone.”

Paige crossed her arms and rolled her eyes for what could have been the thousandth time during this conversation.

“You should give him a chance. A fellow genius could be good for you.”

Paige was right. Happy was always surrounded by guys in her classes, but she thought they were all painfully dull and incredibly unintelligent. A bit of intelligence in her life couldn’t hurt.

“I’m a sucker for genius love.”

“Good luck with that.” Happy was obviously not convinced.

Toby walked into the room and started Paige’s ultrasound. Happy payed close attention to him the whole time. He worked methodically and efficiently, but he was still gentle. He talked to Paige about the baby the whole time, and Happy could tell he cared. The few smartass comments he threw in there almost made her crack a smile.

She looked away from Toby to find Paige staring at her with a smug smile.

“It seems like everything is okay for now. Stay hydrated and don’t overdo it.” Toby said with a smile as Paige got ready to go.

“Someone needs to keep an eye on you.” Toby looked over at Happy, meeting her stunning dark eyes for the first time.

“I’ll make sure she’s okay.” Happy shot Paige an exasperated look.

Toby picked up a business card from his desk, and wrote something on the back before handing it to Happy. She turned the card over to find his cell number on the back.

“Call me if you need me. Or if you don’t.”

He left the room, and Happy didn’t have to look to see the smug look on Paige’s face.

“You guys will make a cute couple.”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I’ll do anything for love.” Paige smiled wistfully and climbed off the table.

They hadn’t been back in their dorm for more than then minutes when someone knocked on the door.

“Happy, can you get that?” Paige had just gotten situated on the couch and she didn’t want to get up.

Happy looked through the peephole and turned back to glare at Paige.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Paige smiled.

“You wouldn’t leave my son without a mother. Now open the door.”

Happy leaned against the back of the door for a moment before she decided that she couldn’t avoid this.

She opened the door to see a doctor with the good hair and the compelling eyes standing in front of her. She hates that she thinks he’s attractive.

He smiled.

“Hey, Toby.” 

anonymous asked:

I love your fics and I don't know if you're accepting prompts *twists toe on the ground bashfully* but if you are: during Molly and Will's time together, she tried her hardest to give a little into his dark side but could never quite get it right. Will tells stories of this to Hannibal who is both jealous and smug

I love Molly, so I tried to be very kind to her when I wrote this. I hope I succeeded. I based her get-up off of Nina Arianda’s costume in Venus in Fur. Keep scrolling, the Hannigram fluff is still there (isn’t it always). Bonus points to those who get the silly title reference.

-x-

I Can Have a Dark Side (Yippee)

“Molly,” Will says quietly, “what are you wearing?”

His fiancee stands in the doorway with a minxish expression on her face. She isn’t wearing much, but the fabric that does cover her skin is jet black from head to toe. A lacy black bra, short leather miniskirt and shiny black patent leather heeled boots that brush the top of her thighs.

Everything clings appealingly to her curves and leaves very little to the imagination.

She looks… uncomfortable.

Will is confused. “What - why are you…” He trails off, not wishing to hurt her feelings but honestly at a loss as to why she’s currently dressed like this.

His reaction is clearly not the one she had expected, and her cheeks flush beet red as she crosses her arms to cover herself. It only serves to push up her already amplified cleavage, but Will is hardly in a state to notice that at the moment.

He has no idea what in holy hell is going on.

“You said,” she sounds painfully embarrassed, “you said I couldn’t bring out your dark side. I was trying to-”

She laughs drily and throws her hands in the air in frustration. “I was trying to give you that.”

Will laughs, gently though, not to offend, never to offend when all she wants to do is try.

“Molly,” he says kindly, “babe, I -” He gestures for her to come to him, pulls her into his arms, tucking her head under his chin.

“It was a compliment,” he explains as he strokes her hair, “not a… flirtation.”

“I don’t understand,” Molly snuffles into his chest. Her back is sprinkled with goosebumps and he pulls them both down to sit on the bed, throwing a blanket around her shoulders.

“You look really nice,” he assures her, and her nose wrinkles at the neutered compliment, “I mean, sexy, it’s just-”

Will sighs and rubs the back of his neck.

“My… dark side, it’s not - it’s not something I ever want you to see. It’s not,” he waves a hand in the direction of her get-up, “it’s not that.”

Molly takes Will’s hand in hers, presses a kiss to his palm. “I don’t want you to have to hide anything from me,” she says tenderly, “I love you.”

Gingerly, she takes his hand, places it over the sliver of thigh that peeks from the top of her boots, just below the hem of her very short skirt. “I trust you.”

Will draws his hand back, wincing as though she’d delivered a mild electric shock. Molly’s eyes fill with tears.

“Oh God, you really don’t want this.” She pulls the blanket tight around her, cocooning herself from shame.

Will, helpless than he’s felt in years, drags her back into his arms, humming soothing noises as he tries to reassure her.

“No, sweetheart, I want you. I just want you. You’re all I need.”

It’s a lie, a complete and total lie, but if he tells it enough he might start believing it.

Molly sniffs quietly and looks up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Will hushes her, “don’t be sorry. I’m flattered that you’d do this for me. I’m sorry I wasn’t more clear. And really,” he smiles, “you look great.”

“Yeah?”

He kisses her cheek, wipes at an unshed tear that threatens to bloom. “Yeah.”

“So,” she ducks her head and looks up at him from beneath her lashes, “can I take this off now?”

Will laughs, bright and loud. “Of course.”

She stands up, confidence restored as she smacks a kiss to Will’s temple.

“Good,” she declares, “these boots fucking chafe.”

She doesn’t voice her concern that her fiance’s dark side is something so gnarled and terrible that he has to lock it away. She doesn’t think about that because she loves him, loves him enough to wear the chafing boots, loves him enough to trust that he is more than the ghosts he keeps chained in the shadows.

She loves him enough to believe that he keeps that side locked away for a reason, and that reason is her.

She is, at least, half right.

-x-

“So to answer your question, no, she never saw my dark side.”

Hannibal looks unimpressed.

“You didn’t have to go into quite so much detail.”

“Hey,” Will says defensively, “you asked.”

Hannibal smirks. “She must have looked quite ridiculous.”

Will frowns. “Don’t talk about my wife like that.”

He registers his error immediately as Hannibal’s face crumples with wounded hurt, far more dangerous than his anger. Will rolls to his side and pulls the damnably insecure man back against his chest.

“Don’t be like that,” he says gently, “I didn’t mean - look, Hannibal, it has to be pretty fucking clear which life I chose since I’m lying next to you telling you this. And only because you asked. We don’t have to talk about her at all, but if I do, it’s only going to be with kindness.”

Hannibal grumbles. Will sighs against his cheek.

“If you don’t like it, don’t bring her up.”

He knows Hannibal doesn’t like it, of course he doesn’t, but Will enjoys wielding this new authority that his lover consistently bends to. It has the potential to grow quite addicting.

In fact, if Will’s being completely honest, it already has.

“Legally, until she signs the papers declaring me dead, she is still my wife.” He noses the side of Hannibal’s neck. Hannibal stiffens but Will holds him fast.

“But,” he continues, “illegally, very much illegally considering the false names we’re currently adopting, you are my husband.”

Hannibal makes a little growl, turns under Will’s touch to nip at his jaw.

“Once you are dead,” he purrs, “you will be only mine.”

Will laughs, lets Hannibal overpower him as he grabs his wrists and stretches him back out over the bed beneath them.

“I never took you as one for necrophilia,” he teases.

Hannibal’s lips pause in their descent from throat to collarbone.

“If it involves you, dear husband, I am hopelessly intoxicated.”

Will grins ear to ear, unable to help himself. He runs his fingers through Hannibal’s hair and hums, giving him a little tug that Hannibal knows means stop, just for now, just lay here, be with me, breathe with me, be this.

Be still. Love me.

Hannibal obeys. Since the moment Will wrapped bloodied arms around his neck, he’s been unable to do anything else.

If he’s honest, it’s been a fair bit longer than that.

Perhaps he’s alway been obeying Will Graham, even when Will himself wasn’t aware of the instructions he gave.

“My Will,” he whispers against his skin. He tries not to make it sound like a question, but Will knows. Will always knows.

Will sighs, cradles Hannibal’s head to his chest and projects his heartbeat into Hannibal’s mind. There is your answer, he says wordlessly. He feels, rather than sees, the contented smile that follows.

It will never get easier to accept how very easy this is. This silly, bruising intimacy that pulses between them like their very own circulatory system. Two hearts, each feeding with other with equal parts devastation and affection.

These days, affection wins out more often than not.

“So truly, I am the only one?”

Will’s fingers toy with the ends of Hannibal’s hair as his mouth curves up.

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.”

“I am the only one who has seen this. Who knows this.”

Hannibal’s hand splays across the space over Will’s heart. Will’s fingers lace with his own.

“The only one.”

Hannibal exhales with pleasure and relief both.

“Tell me again how much you love me,” Will says quietly.

Hannibal pulls himself up the bed, adjusts their positions so that Will’s head now rests on his chest. He cards gentle fingers through Will’s hair and lets his heart beat slow and steady, each thrum within his ribs another vow that echoes in the silence.

Will smiles.

“I love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

okay but can we like imagine frat harry and him being all smug as shit thinking you like him (which you do) and hitting on you at a frat party with his friends and your friends around and like you don't give him the time of day and are just like 'styles, you're blocking the view of all the guys' and like just witty banter back and fourth until you're like six drinks in and end up making out outside.

Smug little frat Harry who’s low-key douchey but also really hot OKAY

He follows you into the kitchen after eyeing you all night and you roll your eyes at him as you go to pour yourself a shot.  “What do you want, Styles?”

“Ouch,” he says, smirking.  “So hostile already.”   After a few moments of silence as he watches you pour your shot-glass full to the brim with vodka, he speaks again.  “Think you can handle all that?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Please.   I need you to quit acting like I’m beneath you, dude.”

He snorts, leaning a bit closer to you. “Trust me, babe.  If you were beneath me, you’d never want to leave.”  

You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t turn you on, and there’s a moment where you just sit there soaking in the sexual tension in the room.  But you immediately shake the thought and tilt your head back, downing the shot as quickly as possible.

You swallow harshly and Harry nods.  “Atta girl.  Need a chaser?”

You wipe at your mouth with your hand.  In truth, yes, your throat is burning and you would love a chaser. But you are not about to give Harry Styles the satisfaction.  So you shake your head and turn to pour yourself another shot.  You can see his eyebrows raise.  “Another one?”

You shrug.  “I just figured if I’m gonna be dealing with you tonight, I’ll need to be a lot drunker than I currently am.”

His lips quirk up at this.  “You plan on dealing with me tonight?”

“Well since you won’t go away, it would appear so.  And for the record, I am not–nor will I ever be– beneath you.  Bottoms up.” 

He just continues to watch you take the shot, and you smirk at him as you place the shot glass on the counter afterwards. “Gotta staring problem, Styles?”

“No it’s just… Jesus Christ,” he reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, letting out a long breath.  “You’re fookin sexy, you know that?”

Your stomach does a quick flip at his words.  This night is going exactly where you wanted it to, and fast.  “Am I?”  You lean a bit closer, and slowly his hands find their way to your hips.

“Fookin little tease, too, aren’t ya?  But I know you like me.”

“Oh, do you?”  You try to remain calm, but holy shit, your heart is pounding.

“Mm.  I see the way you look at me.  Everyone does.  But I have a secret.”  He pulls you in a little bit closer so that his lips are right by your ears.  “I’m fookin crazy about you.”

“You’re drunk,” you say quickly.. “And when you wake up tomorrow you probably wont remember saying any of this.  Or you will remember and you’ll regret it all.”

“S’not true, y/n.”  His lips form that perfect smirk once again.  “You denying that you’ve ever felt a connection between us?”  You don’t say anything, you only purse your lips defiantly.  So he continues.  “Maybe I am drunk, but you’re drunk, too.   And you’re beautiful.  And when you’re sober and I’m sober, you’re still beautiful.  And when you’re angry and telling me to go to hell, you are literally so fookin beautiful I can’t even explain it.

You’re basically at a loss for words as you look into his eyes.  You can tell that he genuinely means what he’s saying, even if the alcohol did have to push him to get there.  So you take a deep breath, clear your throat, and smile.  “Where’s all this coming from?”

“From the depths of my soul,” he says jokingly, chuckling a bit at himself. “But really, y/n.  I mean it.  Would I ever lie to you?”  He steps closer, holding you in his arms so that your faces are mere inches away.  You don’t want to move away at all.

“Yes,” you say, “You would.”

“You smell like vodka.”

You giggle, turning your head away from him so that your vodka breath doesn’t go in his face.  “Shit.  Sorry.”

“No it’s good.  Smells good.  Like berries or somethin’ like that.  Can I have a taste?”

You twist a bit to reach for the shot glass. “Sure, let me–” But you’re cut off when you feel his lips connect to yours.  You don’t fight it at all, and you’re almost surprised at how quickly your own tongue finds its way into his mouth.  

You don’t know how long you’ve been there when you pull away, smirking up at him.  “You know,” you say quietly, as you push your forehead to his.  “Maybe being beneath you wouldn’t be so bad after all.”

Tickle Fights
  • ashton: you lied on the bed casually scrolling through your phone as ashton walked through the door, his eyes looked a bit exhausted as he walked over to you. "hey babe," you smiled at him before looking back at your phone again. "hey, love," he said back, sounding tired as he casually draped an arm over your stomach, making you giggle out. "what was that?" he laughed. "oh, my god, that tickled! i don't even know why," you said. he smiled wide as his eyes beamed at you. "really?" he asked, scratching at your stomach gently, making you squirm and giggle. "ashton, p-please," you laughed out, pushing his hands away, "my stomach hurts from laughing so hard!" he chuckled as he heard the happiness in your voice, and he continued tickling your stomach until your hands landed on him, tickling him back. "no, y/n, fuck!" he laughed out as he struggled to keep going. "i can't do this!" he chuckled, giving up as his hands left you and you straddled his hips, still tickling him. you laughed to yourself as you heard his joyous giggles, and you stopped once you thought he'd had enough. "oh, you suck," he chuckled. "yeah, i know," you laughed backed, leaning down and kissing his lips as he smiled at you.
  • calum: you leaned back against the counter as you drank a glass of water, and calum passed by you to grab a glass for himself after smiling at you. "how'd you sleep?" he asked. "very well, hood," you smiled back. he laughed as his hand rested on your side and slowly slid across your hip, making you jump with a small laugh. calum looked at you with a small smirk. "you okay?" he laughed. "you tickled me," you said with a smile as you finished your water. "seriously?" calum asked. "i didn't know you were ticklish there," he said with a sly smile, tracing a finger along that spot. "calum, stop," you laughed, gently pushing his hand away, "that fucking tickles." "yeah, I know," he laughed, "it's cute." calum's hand suddenly landed on your sides as his fingers fluttered around your body, causing you to squirm in his arms as you couldn't stop laughing. "calum!" you laughed out, barely able to hold still. he smiled as he listened to your little giggles, his eyes scrunching as your hands landed on his chest. "you know i know your armpits are ticklish," you threatened. he smirked again and lifted his arm up as his armpit hair showed under his muscle tank. "go for it, babe," he smiled. "oh, you're so gross," you laughed as he pecked you on the lips afterwards with a smile.
  • luke: you and luke were snuggled up on the couch with a blanket draped along your shoulders as his large frame seemed to envelope yours. he reached over for the remote control on the couch, but ended up brushing over your sock-clad feet instead, making you jump into him slightly and let out a small giggle. "oh, my god, are you ticklish?" luke asked, sounding more excited than he should have been. "what? no," you said with a faked straight face, "not at all." he smirked at you and tickled you again, causing you to laugh uncontrollably this time, causing him to laugh along with you. "why have you never told me? this is so cute!" luke snickered. "because i hate being tickled, that's why." "but babe, you're so cute when you're being tickled!" you rolled your eyes and cuddled into his chest as he tickled you again, making you jump once more. "luke! i swear to god, i know where you're ticklish and i will torture you if you don't stop." he smiled a smug grin. "bring it, babe," he smirked, and you took your chance as you straddled him on the couch quickly and began tickling his stomach, letting that adorable laugh leave hips lips. "no, y/n, please stop! i lied, i can't do it!" he giggled out, causing you to laugh along with him. "i told you!" you said back to him before his hands grabbed your hips and he pulled you down to kiss you softly.
  • michael: michael was ready for bed as he drowned himself in the bed sheets, and he kept waiting for you to hurry up so he could finally cuddle you like he always did. "baby, hurry up! it's fucking cold," he shouted. you laughed to yourself as you walked into the bedroom in your pajamas and slippers. "michael, you're covered in, like, four blankets." "yeah," he said back, "but you're warmer than any blanket i have," he pouted at you. you smiled and slid into the bed, and his hand brushed over your inner thigh gently, a laugh leaving your lips as he pulled you closer to him. "what was that?" he smirked with a small chuckle. "you tickled me, you asshole," you said, pushing him away playfully. "oh, did i?" he smiled slyly as he pulled you back. "i had no idea you were even ticklish there." his hand kept gliding over the skin on your thigh, making an array of giggles quietly leave your lips as you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of tickling you. "you want to laugh and i know it," he smirked, tickling you more until you couldn't help but laugh out loud. somehow you got your hands on him as well, tickling him back around his sides, making him laugh so hard that he couldn't even keep up with tickling you. you stopped once he nearly begged you to end it, and you smiled at him. "i win at everything," you smirked. "yeah, okay, loser," he chuckled back as he pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head.
  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *trying to work*
  • John: *incredulous* Molly and Greg?
  • Mary: *nods* Oh, yeah. That was definitely her lipstick all over his face.
  • Sherlock: *mutters; annoyed* Oh, for God's sake.
  • John: *nods* Good for them.
  • Sherlock: *bitter* Won't last.
  • Mary: *dreamily* I know they're really cute.
  • Sherlock: Mmm, not really.
  • John: *smiling* I married quite the matchmaker.
  • Sherlock: *sarcastic* Ooh, one disastrous, completely incompatible couple. Better start a business.
  • Mary: *places a hand on his shoulder* Are you aware you're talking out loud, hun?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • John: *amused; leaning on the bench* You don't...have a problem with Greg dating Molly, do you?
  • Sherlock: *scowling* Me? Why would I have a problem? She's a free- person. She can do whatever she wants with whomever she wants. It shouldn't bother me.
  • Mary: *leaning next to him* Nope, you can't do anything about it. You can't stop him going to her flat-
  • John: -making her dinner-
  • Mary: *nods* You can't tell him not to laugh at her jokes, or admire her dress, hold her hand.
  • Sherlock: *glancing back and forth at them*
  • John: *thinking* You can't tell him not to reach out and play with that little strand of hair that she always misses. You know the one, just above her neck.
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes, fists clenched* Shut up.
  • Mary: *to John* He'll probably want to kiss her, too.
  • John: *nods enthusiastically* Oh, yeah.
  • Sherlock: *stands up suddenly and storms out of the lab, kicking a stool on his way*
  • Mary: *smug* And it's as easy as that *winks at John*
#155 Sunday morning
  • Louis: "Oi, Ty, right on my dick." He groaned into the puppies fur, giving his forehead a quick peck, you laughed against his collar bone. Giving the puppy a nice scratch behind his ears. "You're too cute." Louis chuckled, "Well, thank you darling." "I was talking about Ty." You mumbled, trying to bite back a bubbling smile. Louis frowned, patting Ty's head, maybe a little too hard. "So, that's how it's going to be, I adopt you and you steal my wife." He banged heads with the dog, rubbing his nose along with his.
  • Niall: "Another kiss, I think my lips are chapped." You rolled your eyes, rubbing along his stubble on his cheek before pecking his lips. "They're still chapped." You kissed him again, smiling into his mouth. He smiled back until he started laughing. You smiled back, backing away from him, but his hands wrapped around the back of your head, colliding them together with a smug smile. "Another kiss for the morning?" You pushed him back playfully with a smile. "You're a pain in my ass, Horan." "You love me." You scooted back down into the bed so you could rest your head on a pillow. "I might."
  • Harry: You stayed in bed. His feet tangled with your shins in the mist of covers and boxer shorts which he had happened to shift off in the last few minutes. Giving you a suggestive smirk, with eyebrows raised. The only response you gave him was smacked lips and an eye roll. Until the silence was enough and his hand wound up on your cheek, his thumb running circles along your skin -- which was undeniably perfect to him. "I know you want me." He winked. Tipping his head down so his curls cascaded over your forehead in a teasing way, lips millimeters away from contact. "Tell me you want me." "Only you would be horny in the morning." You mumbled around the corners of his lips. Sending a whisper of a kiss to the edges. Completely a avoiding his entire lips. "Only you would want to tease."
  • Zayn: "Hold me." His lips moved achingly slow on your hot skin from intense body heat. "Baby, I'm so hot." You moaned, rolling back your head to the head board. "Take off your clothes then." He chuckled. You traced your hand through his hair, your breathing moving his head up and down. "You would enjoy that wouldn't you, I mean, you have perfect view." He smiled from your lap. Peeling your hand off his fringe and to his lips. He kissed your knuckle before your palm, watching with amusement as you fidgeted beneath him. "Hold me please?" You bit your lip before sighing to yourself, of course, you thought bitterly. "Fine, move over."
  • Liam: "Here you go." Liam rushed, shoving a cup of tea into your hands. Eyes still wanting to close and go back to sleep but with a new scolding problem the dream seemed really far out if reach. "Thanks honey." You smiled, puckering your lips for a kiss which Liam happily obliged. "Expect this every morning." He winked into his cup, sitting on the edge of the bed. You giggled, setting the cup on the night stand. "I don't want my baby to grow up around a sap." You joked, hands fiddling with the bottom of your shirt. "Oi, don't go hurting my ego, I'm trying to be nice, I made you breakfast too." Liam blushed, blowing steam of his drink before setting it down. "I should go get that." He jumped up, and ran out of the room. "What a sap!"
410. Driver roll up the partition
  • Author's note: This is for the anon who requested smut. I wasn't sure what exactly you wanted so I just kind of thought of this song. Hope this is okay. So be warned lots of smut!
  • Harry- "Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged": When you got back to the limo you had just about enough. You were rolling up the partition by the time Harry slid into the car. Once the car was moving and safely away from the flashes you dropped to your knees in front of Harry's lap. Your fingertips dug into his thighs making their way high and higher, "love, whaddderyoudoin'?" Harry's hips bucked forward giving you better access. "You drive me crazy in that suit. You know that?" You said eagerly whilst you fumbled with buckles, buttons, and zippers. Once you freed him of all restrictions you licked a long line from his base to the tip, lightly flicking your tongue against the slit. "Fuckinn 'ell," Harry groaned. You took him in your mouth, bobbing at an achingly slow pace. You looked up at him as you took in his whole length. He was gnawing on his knuckles trying to keep quiet. "Right there babygirl" he grunted when his tip reached the back of you throat. You let him linger for a second as you hummed lightly, the vibrations making him toes curls. "I need to cum," his words were hardly audible. You obediently continued, picking up speed as with each bob, finishing him off in record time. Harry's thumbs whipped away the running makeup from under your eyes, "I'm gonna have to wear suits more often."
  • Liam- "Oh there daddy, d-daddy didn't bring the towel. Oh baby, b-baby we slow it down": You and Liam were at an after party for the brit awards. One Direction won every award they were nominated for so the boys were celebrating on cloud nine. After multiple rounds of shots with the lads Liam came up behind you, his hands riding dangerously low on your hips as his sucked just below your ear. "We're leaving." He grabbed your hand and pulled you quickly through the crowds and straight into the limo. He pulled you onto his lap before the car even started moving. The driver took his queue and rolled up the partition. He kissed you hard but slow. His hands moved slowly up the arch of your back finding you hair and giving it a light tug. You started to nibble on his plump bottom lip and grinded against him, both in desperate need for friction, Liam groaned in your mouth. You pulled away leaving a trail of kisses across his jawline and down his neck, stopping to leave your mark. Your tongue found the patch of skin just under his ear as you slowed down your pace. "Babe..Please..You gotta slow down." He pleaded with you. But you were having to much fun. Your hand traced down his chest to his hardening member, palming it gently. "You like that Daddy?"
  • Louis- Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up. We ain't even gonna make it to this club: "Love! C'mon, we're already late!" Louis yelled from downstairs. "I'll meet you in the car!" You yelled back and slid into your heels before taking one last look at yourself. You were wearing a tiny red dress that clung to your body in all the right places. Pleased with your appearance you made the way to the limo waiting for you. Louis leaned against the side waiting, you could see his face drop when he saw you. When you approached him he hadn't moved a muscle. He stood looking at you with his bottom lip grinding between his teeth. "Lou.." He jumped, "right!" He opened the door, enjoying the view as you got in. He didn't bother looking for the words to tell you how amazing you looked. He lunged towards you grabbing the back of your head pulling you into his hungry kiss. You pushed him away, "Lou! I spent forever getting ready, you're gonna mess it up." He pulled you back into the kiss only for you to push him away again. "Seriously Lou!" He got on his knees in front of you. He grabbed your knees and slowly pried them open. His fingers snaked up your thighs and hooked onto your panties pulling them off slowly. He postioned himself between you, and licked his lips, "I don't think we're gonna make it out tonight..."
  • Niall- He bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse: You knew what this outfit did to Niall but you still wore it out tonight, and you could tell it was driving him mad, claiming you look like a sexy secretary or something. He didn't say one word to you on the way back to the car, just walked with a smug look on his face. You slid into the car with Niall soon behind you. "Ni, what's..." But he cut you off. He kissed you hungrily. When he pulled away you could see the lust in his eyes. He bit his lip before he ripped open your blouse. You yelped. "This is my fav.." But he didn't let you finish, "You know what this does to me." His mouth connected with the exposed collarbone while his hands worked your breasts, pulling them out of your lacy bra. "Ya had me hard all night." he groaned before teasing your nipples with his mouth. His hands started roaming down your torso and up your skirt, cupping you through your panties. "You're gonna pay for dis..." His hot breath against your wet nipple sent shivers down your spine. "You're not gonna cum 'til we get home. Got it love?"
  • Zayn- Handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass: The idea of having to keep quiet to avoid getting caught was one of yours and Zayns favorites. So you weren't surprised when he pulled you to his lap on the way home from an award show. Your legs found their spot on either sides of his lap, one hand traveled to the back of his head, finding a handful of hair. He kissed you slow and full of passion, like there wasn't a thin partition separating you two and a stranger. Your hips grinded down against the hardening member in his slacks, the friction only leaving you wanting more. His hands traced down your back and stopped at your bum, giving it a good squeeze. His mouth found practically every inch of exposed skin on your neck and chest. He licked, bit, and sucked on the skin intently as his hand found your center, making sure to tease you until you couldn't take it. When he pushed in two digits your free hand found stability on the foggy window, leaving a shaky handprint like titanic. A moan slipped past your parted lips. "Gotta keep quiet if you wanna cum babe."
  • Written by: Anna
Valentine's Day
  • A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE. It's actually close to the end of the day for us, but I know that many of you have just started the day. So I hope that you all have a terrific valentine's day. Feel free to share with us in our askbox what you are planning for the day or what you did!
  • Liam: The boys were currently on tour, and for Valentine's Day they happened to be just a few cities away. However, you pretended that there was too many things happening and you were busy so you couldn't visit him. Being the understanding boyfriend that he is, he encouraged you to stay at home and deal with the things. You had told the rest of the boys about your plan and they helped with the execution of the plan. So there you are, sitting near the front of the stage, but not so close that he can spot you whilst performing. The boys had spent the first half of the concert annoying Liam, such as pulling up his shirt during his solo, just to entertain you (and the screaming fans too). "Daddy Direction's been a bit lonely lately." Louis pipes up during their twitter session, nudging Liam a few times. "Especially tonight since it's valentine's day" he continues, as Liam nods facing the crowd and pouts. "But we can help him out, can't we?" Harry jests, as he and Zayn make their way off stage and towards you. "You see, we can make dreams come true." Niall chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows at a confused Liam. As Harry and Zayn bring guide you towards the stage, Liam laughs in surprise. "(Y/N)! You lied to me" he chuckles as he runs to hug you. "Oh! Get a room!" Louis exclaims in mock disgust, causing the crowd to respond with 'awwww's and laughs.
  • Zayn: "What's this?" you ask in bewilderment as he hands you a Tiffany & Co. box. "Oh Zayn! We promised on no presents" you smile at him, before slowly untying the ribbon and opening the box. You gasp as you see the gold necklace with a bow pendent. "I know you've had your eyes on something like that for ages." he explains, with a lopsided-grin painted on his face. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe!" he exclaims as you jump into his arms and wrap your arms around him. "You really really shouldn't have." you muse. "Turn around so I can put it on you" he tells you. After he fastens the necklace he leans down and places a kiss on your neck, mumbling an "I love you" into the nap of your neck. You turn around and kiss him, your hands running through his hair. "I love you too" you beam back at him. You both share a moment, staring into each other's eyes, until Zayn blurts "We should really get ready soon. We have a booking at that fancy French restaurant in the city for 7pm and it's-" "Dinner?" you interrupt, surprised at the plans he's made for the day. "Yeah" he smirks, "so go get dressed".
  • Niall: Niall had surprised you with tickets to London for Valentine's Day. The boys were there for a couple of weeks for promotion for their upcoming album. "Should I dress fancy?" you call out to your boyfriend from the bathroom. "No. Just something comfy and casual, love" he replies. "That will definitely do" he smirks, leaning on the bathroom door frame, watching you wrapped in your towel. "Actually, why don't we just cancel the plans and have a night in" he suggests, placing his hands on your hips and trailing soft kissed up your neck. "Not now" You giggle, trying to push him away so you can get dressed. Having decided on what to wear, you catch a cab to South Bank, where the London Eye is. Upon arriving, you are redirected straight to the capsule, as Niall had a reservation. "This is beautiful, Niall" you sigh, looking out at all the lights and buildings. He has booked a private capsule just for the two of you, and you had insisted on bringing take away pizza to eat during the rotation. "It's not the most beautiful thing here though" he smoothly replies, as you blush under his gaze. "Thank you so much for all this" you tell him, "honestly, this is amazing!" You lean in to kiss him, placing one hand on the side of his face, the other hand's fingers laced with his. Your lips yield to the softness of his lips, and your hands run feverishly through his hair. His hands linger at the small of your back. You both relish in the passion, until you let out a gasp for breath. "I love you so so much" he whispers, "happy valentine's day". "I love you too, Niall" you smile, before he closes the gap between your lips with one swift movement.
  • Harry: "GOOD MORNING, LOVE!" Harry exclaims cheerfully, sliding the curtains open to let the morning sunshine in, much to your chagrin. "Just 10 more minutes" you mumble from under the duvet, placing the pillow on top of your head. "It's Valentine's Day and I made you breakfast" he responds enthusiastically, jumping on to the bed and under the duvet. He lifts the pillow from your head and kisses you on the cheek, accentuating the 'mwah' sound. "Urgh" you groan, "you are way too chirpy in the morning". "You love it." He smirks, as his arms snake around your waist, bringing you closer to him. You turn around to face him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He places kisses on your neck and cheek, as you giggle, noticing that his hands had slipped under your top. "Harry, stop!" you laugh as his slight stubble tickles you. "Not until you wake up." he tells you, his hands tickling the side of your stomach. "OKAY, OKAY! I'M UP!" you exclaim, jumping out of bed and making your way towards the kitchen. You turn around, looking at your boyfriend still resting on the bed with a smug look on his face. "I thought you wanted me to wake up" you grumble, annoyed that you could have stayed in bed. "I did. But I also like the view" he smirks, pointing at your hot pants, which you wore to bed, "On second thought, why don't we just have breakfast in bed" he continues, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you. You roll your eyes, too hungry to even take him seriously. "Come on, Harold! You said you made breakfast. I'm hoping you made pancakes" you reply, walking towards the kitchen.
  • Louis: As you walk into your living room, you notice a yellow envelope on your coffee table with your name scribbled on the front of it. You open it to find a note written to you, clearly from Louis judging by the handwriting. "Dear (Y/N), hopefully by the time you read this you have had some coffee and a nice lunch so you don't become annoyed at me. Today is a very special day, so I have set out some clues for my very special person (that's you, in case you're wondering). So let's continue with the first one: Roses are red, this one is blue. Sometimes I like to ride with you ;) You chuckle at his childish antics, pondering on what it could be. You walk around your house, attempting to scope out the item, until you pass a picture of you and Louis on your third date, and you were holding- "THE BLUE BICYCLE. Of course" you mutter to yourself, jogging towards the garage, and lo and behold, attached to your bicycle is another envelope. "Congratulations! As you can remember, this is the bicycle you had with you when I first met you. Anyways, I know scavenger hunts are supposed to have more clues but I couldn't wait. So, make your way to the place we met that night, and maybe we'll have some afternoon delight ;)" You quickly take your handbag and lock the house, snapping your helmet in place and wheeling your bicycle outside. You make your way to the local park, where you had first met Louis. Upon arriving, you spot him sitting on a picnic blanket under a tree, near the duck pond, with a picnic set up. "Happy Valentine's!" he beams at you as you drop your bicycle on the grass, running towards him with a giant grin on your face. You jump on him causing him to fall backwards out of surprise. You both laugh hysterically, with you lying on top of him. "I love you so much" he tells you, carefully brushing back loose strands of your hair. "I love you too, Louis' you reply with a sincere smile, resting your head against his chest.
the signs as theater feelings
  • Aries: You're on stage, waiting for the curtain to pull back and the opening number to start. You can hear the rustle and murmur of the crowd as they gaze at the other side of the curtain in mutual anticipation. You feel your muscles start to tense with anxiousness but you mustn't let it hinder you - you must be fluid, you must be focused. You must dance. Finally you hear it - the first note - and the curtain pulls back with a muffled whoosh - you can see all the people in the audience - the spotlight turns on - your heart stops - and you dance. You dance and dance and don't know what you're doing anymore, just dancing, and it pumps through your veins and brings color to your cheeks, and when the last note sounds you freeze and wait for the lights to dim. Walking offstage, you can't help but giggle with excitement.
  • Taurus: It's ten minutes to showtime. Closing night is the busiest night of the whole month. Again you put on your powder, eyeliner, and blush. While waiting for the curling iron to heat up you put on your shoes. You look in your bag, pull out one and start to buckle it when someone else runs up to you, obviously flustered. They ask if they can borrow your curling iron for a moment - the cord on theirs is broken. You smile and say "Sure, but it might not be hot enough yet." You know it takes you longer than five minutes to do your hair but, instead of rushing them, you patiently strap on the other shoe and then revel in the relief of them giving back your iron.
  • Gemini: Callbacks. After your audition the director pulls you aside the next day and asks if you'd like to come in later to work on some specific parts. "Sure," you say. She is torn in between three roles for you: one of them is a lead dancer, the second as a principal character, the third being completely offstage and directing set production. She knows about your background in mixed media. She gives you lines to read, a song to sing, and asks for your opinion on how to design the side castle piece so that it can turn into a bedroom for the lead role. You read the lines, sing the song, and tell her the simplest answer: Of course the piece should be curved gently enough that it's rounded for the exterior, but not too much so that a bed and an end table can fit on a rotating platform on the interior. You know you have only confused her more, so you offer to try out all of them during the first week. Walking away, you feel a bit privileged. Maybe even...a tad bit smug.
  • Cancer: A kiss scene was your worst nightmare, but the lead has to be a "player" and cheat on the datemate. Just part of the plot. The worst part? They're very, very attractive, and your heart skips a beat every time they say that line - "And you shut me away every time I do so much as say hello, I urge you to open that door. Please, please tell me, help me to understand, what is going on? What...is going on...with you?" And you know, you know it's not about you and that it's just a role, just a scene in a play, but sparks fly when you kiss. Every. Single. Time. There's more acting involved backstage when you have to function without blushing, tripping, staring, or indicating at all that you're very attracted to them. It's...extremely frustrating, to say the least.
  • Leo: Your director is convinced that you're saying your lines wrong every time. "No!" she yells, "it's 'Oh Wilbur, I won't be going to the fair!' and wait for him to ask why!" She runs the scene again. And again you say, "I won't be going to the fair. I'm done for, Wilbur." And she yells it again, this time threatening to cut you from the show, even if it is the last week of rehearsal. Finally you storm backstage, grab your script, highlight the line and show it to her. "This is what's written on my script," you say through gritted teeth. At last she shrugs and says, "Alright. I guess it sounds better anyways." You put the script away and walk back onstage, a warm feeling of pride washing over you. You knew you were right the whole time. You're always right.
  • Virgo: For the love of god, WHERE is the blue sequined fabric? It was JUST NOW sitting next to the green roll but you have to put on the blue first and THEN the green! That's how the dress looks in every other version of the production, even the cheaply budgeted high school ones! You will NOT settle for this. Breathe. Breathe deeper. Even deeper. Walk around and ask where it went, one person at a time. Don't get on that table and shout about it, that's rude and the table is full of opened acrylic paint. In the middle of asking the third person you spot it out of the corner of your eye - there, in the mass of cardboard cutout peacocks. Of course. You pretend not to notice it, but instead wait for the person to finish talking and walk you over to it. You smile politely, say thank you, and with a sigh of relief take it back over to the dress.
  • Libra: The first dress rehearsal is always nice. You get to slip into your costumes for the first time, figure out if you should wear the tights over or under, and fight about whose pair of tap shoes those are. (They weren't yours.) You love to do your own hair and makeup but you know it's not good enough for the stage and the director will get onto you for it. To avoid trouble, you seek out the people that get ready the fastest and volunteer to do hair. The waistline is a little too tight when you sit down in front of them, but that's alright. The feeling of another person bustling around you and playing with your hair washes over you. It's a satisfying kind of tingle, the kind that makes you want to just sit there and /feel/ it. "Do you need pincurls?" they ask. "Yeah..." you reply dreamily.
  • Scorpio: It's the second week of rehearsal and the dancers are already doing sexual dances. You watch them from backstage, frustrated at how none of the metallic paint will stick to these stupid green Styrofoam cubes. You're supposed to have them done by now or the set will be behind - you might have to stay way after hours a few nights to catch up. While you're considering other paints to mix together you notice one of the dancers doing a backbend. No, I mean you //notice// one of the dancers doing a backbend. "Wow..." Of course, at that very moment the set manager comes over and gets onto you for being lazy and not staying on task. "And you haven't painted a single block! We are not going to have a castle with green blocks, damnit!" You try to explain- "The paint won't stay on," but they keep yelling over you. You can't get a single word in edgewise. You bite your lip, wait for them to walk off, and then calmly walk into an empty dressing room to cry tears of anger. It's so stupid to cry over something so little, you think, but it hurt a lot more than it should have and you can't help it. Or you thought the place was empty, until you started crying and the dancer comes out from behind a rack of costumes, startled. "Hey, are you okay?" Oh no. You're embarrassed, you shouldn't be in here and this is not okay at all- "What happened?" They come over to you, still holding costume pieces. You look away. "Is it the set manager? They're pretty mean, I know. I don't think they know how to express their feelings except by yelling swear words. Like Eminem." Despite the situation, you smile a bit. That was kinda funny. "What's your name?" they ask. They smile at you, and you smile back.
  • Sagittarius: Oh man. French accents? That's /so/ your thing. But oh man, any accents at all...that's.../so/ not the lead character's thing. But of course it's all just a beauty contest to get the lead role. The director smiles as she says her lines again, and you're on the sidelines, cringing at her inaccuracy and waiting for your turn. There it is! "Vell, vell, vhat do vee 'ave 'eere? Do my eyes deceive me...or ees zees...a man?" Bat your eyes at him. "I jus' /love/ older men." Make it gushy. "Bonjour, monsieur! Mind if I...sit 'eere?" Sit on his lap. "Stop, stop." The director cuts you off. "Is that a French accent at all?" You sigh. "Yeah, it is." You hear the lead snickering. 'Oh, yes, let's talk about your French accent,' you want to scream. 'Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't from France!' It's hard for you to care about her feelings when she obviously cares so little about yours. Besides, she sucks and she needs to either learn how to speak with emotion or the director needs to replace her. The criticism is entirely valid. But why does it sting when you think about how you very nearly said that?
  • Capricorn: Being a lead is a lot of work, but you can handle it. You're finally out of dance practice at 10:30pm and you're hitting a drive-thru for dinner. You pop in the CD of the spoken lines. Gotta start memorizing them now. You don't go to bed until you've memorized the entire first act. Now it's 2:08am. Another dance rehearsal starts at 7 tomorrow. You pop in the CD of the spoken lines. Gotta memorize them now. You think about them as you learn the dances. Gotta memorize them now. You hit the stage to practice the first act and the dances in it. Good thing you memorized them. You take out your script during lunch and forget to eat. Gotta memorize them now. Two weeks until opening. Gotta memorize them now. Gotta memorize them now. You think you could perform the first and second act now. You recite them on the way home - they're not quite there. You pop in the CD. Gotta memorize them now. Your director will never make you a lead again if you don't memorize your lines. Gotta memorize them now. Costume fitting at noon the next day. You've been rehearsing since 6am. Gotta memorize them now. "Do you have your lines memorized?" the seamstress asks as idle conversation. "No, not yet." "Better memorize them now," she says. She tightens the measuring tape around your head. "I know." Gotta memorize them now...now... Why don't you have them memorized? Isn't this supposed to be easy? Isn't it supposed to come naturally? Are you meant to be a lead?
  • Aquarius: Disney is your THING. Especially Beauty and the Beast. You were Belle for four Halloweens in a row and you've seen the movie hundreds of times. You're so excited there's an opening for any role at all! It's pretty much your childhood dream to be part of a Beauty and the Beast production! Of course you'd sing a song from the show, you already know all the words! You show up for your audition in all black, sheet music ready to go, and you hit every note and jerk a tear from one of the judges during your monologue. It's amazing. It's the best audition you've ever had and the first time you've walked out of one feeling confident in yourself. That role is yours and soon you'll be in the ballroom scene, waltzing in a fancy gown to the closing number. It's all you can talk about for the next two years.
  • Pisces: Oh no. Who is that over there, crying at the dark side of the makeup tables? Do they know you're in here? You stop changing your costume, overalls hanging halfway off, still holding a shoe and a top hat to run over to them. "Hey, are you okay?" Their eyes widen in shock and their face turns bright red - obviously they had no idea you'd run in here to change. "What happened?" They're avoiding eye contact...maybe you should go away? You think you saw them earlier off stage getting chewed out for having green castle blocks. "Is it the set manager? They're pretty mean, I know. I don't think they know how to express their feelings except by yelling swear words. Like Eminem." They smile a little. You realize you've already missed your entrance in the dance onstage, but it doesn't really matter, you already know the whole thing. Your choreographer should understand. "What's your name?" They stutter a bit but they manage to push out some words. You smile. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." You run into the corner bathroom, quickly wet a paper towel, and run back with it, tripping over your cane to offer it to them. They laugh and take the paper towel, saying "Thanks." You stand up with the cane like you totally meant to do that, smiling like the biggest freaking dork in the universe.
The Leather Jacket

Hartbig fanfic, based off of what Grace said in her ‘MY FAVOURITE THINGS’ video:)
First shot at fanfic, hope it isn’t too awful:’) SFW, 1,300ish words;)

Feedback would be awesome and much appreciated!

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The evening air was crisp and cold on Graces porch, but watching the sun going down over LA was mesmerising and relaxing to Grace, and the gin and tonic in her hand was helping to keep her warm. Hannah sat in the sun lounger next to Grace, but she didn’t seem to be enjoying the sunset quite as much. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chin, cradling her drink in her hands which were tucked away behind her legs. Grace noticed she was shivering slightly and couldn’t help but laugh at how cute the girl looked in this state.

‘What’s so funny?’ Hannah asked, looking up at Grace from behind her knees.

'Nothing,’ Grace replied, still giggling slightly, 'it’s just you look so adorable curled up like that.’

Hannah smiled, ‘Well it’s cold out here. And you seem very interested in just staring out into the distance so I’m just cocooning to keep warm,’ she giggled.

'I’m not just staring out into the distance,’ Grace started defensively, 'I’m admiring the sunset, it’s relaxing and-’

'FREEZING!’ Hannah half shouted as Grace began to laugh hysterically.

'Well no-one forced you to wear a sleeveless top half-way through February! Who goes out in just a vest and doesn’t bother bringing a jacket?’

'Sleeve me alone!’ Hannah jokingly whined, resulting in another fit of giggles from Grace.

'Hannah, you’ve used that pun too many times, it’s awful!’

'Reusing a great pun is perfectly harmless!’

'I think you mean armless.’

And it was Hannah’s turn to double over, clutching her sides with laughter.

'I’ve been spending far too much time with you and Mamrie,’ Grace sighed, with a smirk on her face.

'We’re such good influences,’ Hannah managed to gasp after her laughing subsided, still wiping tears from her eyes.

Grace held up her ring finger to Hannah with a smug smile plastered across her face.

'I am worth the middle finger!’ Hannah gasped in mock horror.

Both girls broke down into fits of laughter again until finally they both calmed down and the stillness and cold of the air around them returned. They both sat in content silence for a little while, watching their breaths leave their mouths in a cloud of mist as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, the stars beginning to make mesmerising dot-to-dots across the darkening sky. Grace felt at peace again and her mind began to wander, but she was soon brought back to earth when she heard teeth begin to chatter beside her.

'We can go inside if you like, it’s getting pretty cold,’ Grace asked the younger girl, who had goosebumps beginning to appear across her arms.
‘No, it- it’s fine,’ Hannah managed between the chattering of her teeth, ‘I want to w- watch the st- stars come out with you. It’s b- beautiful.’

'Honestly, and you were complaining about me staring out into the distance!’ Grace said in mock exasperation whilst standing up and beginning to make her way to the door of her house. She noticed that Hannah didn’t make any attempt to follow and was still gazing up intently at the stars. Grace couldn’t help but admire the way the stars reflected in Hannah’s bright blue eyes, making it seem as though the stars were not in fact in the sky, but swirling through the ocean.

Grace moved away from the door and over to where Hannah was sitting. She began unzipping her leather jacket when Hannah looked up at her.

'What are you d- doing?’ Hannah asked in confusion, but Grace ignored her and continued to remove her jacket and then held it out towards Hannah.

'What? No, honestly Grace, you’ll get cold, I-I’m fine!’ Hannah mumbled in refusal, but Grace didn’t move and stood, with arm still outstretched, until Hannah eventually gave in to Graces stare and took the Jacket from her.

'Thanks Grace,’ Hannah mumbled in gratitude as she pulled the jacket around herself with a small smile playing on her lips.

'Anything to stop your annoying teeth chattering,’ Grace replied playfully with a wink. Grace was now beginning to feel the cold herself as she leaned against Hannah’s lounger, so she pulled her arms around herself tighter, trying not to let her own teeth start chattering.

Hannah noticed this at once.

'Look who’s cold now,’ Hannah said jokingly, raising her eyebrows.

Grace rolled her eyes as her teeth began to chatter.

'Shut up Han.’

'Trying to play the hero were we, but now who’s the damsel in distress?’ Hannah retorted with a smile, obviously enjoying the turn of events. 'Sit down beside me and we can share it.’

Grace gave Hannah a doubtful look. ‘Hannah, the j-jacket can’t cover the both of us.’

'Just sit down and we can drape it over us, share body heat like penguins or whatever.’

Hannah was watching Grace closely, looking for any sign of discomfort from her suggestion, but Grace showed none. She climbed over the arm of the lounger clumsily, landing half on top of Hannah.

'Sorry,’ Grace groaned as she tried to reposition herself comfortably next to Hannah, but after having been hit in the face three times by various parts of Graces body, Hannah grabbed Grace around her middle and allowed her to lie partially across her, with the back of Graces right shoulder pressed against the front of Hannah’s left. Grace seemed uncertain at first as of where to rest her head, but eventually deemed it most comfortable to lean her head sideways across Hannah’s shoulder with her forehead nuzzled against Hannah’s neck. Hannah’s head fell to the side almost naturally, so that her cheek was pressed against the top of Graces head. Both girls sat quietly like this for some time, simply enjoying the heat each was giving to the other, and the comfort of each others presence. Hannah concentrated on how their breathing was in time, but Graces heart was beating just slightly quicker than her own. She felt Grace shiver beside her and brought the leather jacket up slightly higher and breathed in the scent from it.
At this Grace startled. ‘You okay Han?’

'Yeah, I’m fine, your jacket smells like you just.’

'Oh, sorry about that, they don’t call me Smellbig for nothing you know…’ Grace trailed off, blushing slightly.

'No, not like that, in a good way. It smells like you in a good way, like, it’s comforting.’ Hannah managed, trying not to make things weird.

'Well if it’s so comforting then you can keep it. It makes me look like some sort of weird biker chick,’ Grace laughed.

'But you might miss it, you might decide you like looking like a weird biker chick.’

Grace thought about this for a second before replying, ‘Well, knowing me, if I do change my mind I’ll probably just go and buy a new one from H&M or something.’

Hannah laughed, ‘That does sound like something you’d do.’

Graces eyes began to grow heavy and soon her eyelids blocked the starry night from view. She could feel Hannah’s eyes on her, trying to tell if she’d fallen asleep or not, but she made no move to try and wake her, instead she nuzzled deeper into Grace’s hair and whispered softly.

'I know you’re asleep now, but for what it’s worth I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed watching the sunset with you. I enjoyed watching the stars come out too. I enjoyed watching you fall asleep. You make me really happy Grace, and although I know you can’t hear me, I love you.’

But somewhere in Grace’s sub-conscious mind, she did hear her. And that part of her agreed with these words, and soon walls that had been built up over months and months were broken down within seconds as her whole being came to the realisation that this feeling she had was real and could be suppressed no longer. And with a final effort before sleep took over she managed to whisper…

'I love you too.’

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Feedback is much appreciated so I know whether I’m any good or not and if I should write more!;)

The Outsiders - Chapter Eleven

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten 

Warning for violence again? I guess. Also a warning for angst, a lot of angst, and tears - Sorry!

“And it must’ve been an hour, that I clutched you in my arms,
And I must have said the right things because you instantly felt warm.
And you heard my heart stop beating, and you wanted not to cry,
As your sympathetic whispers they told a tale of bad goodbyes.”

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