#both of them are so hot together byeeee

[earlgodwin]

"In none of the numerous despatches of the day is this suspicion mentioned, although in a private letter of Malipiero's, dated Rome, June 17, 1497, and in one of Polo Capello's reports, allusion is made to the "rumor" regarding the criminal relations of Don Giovanni and his sister. Could the fact that Lucretia never engaged in any love intrigue—at least she is not charged with having done so—with anyone else, when there were in Rome so many courtiers, young nobles, and great cardinals who were her daily companions, have given rise to these reports? It is a fact that nothing has been discovered which would indicate that this beautiful young woman ever did engage in any love affair. Even the report of the ambassador, who, writing to Ferrara, not from Rome but from Venice, states that Lucretia had given birth to a child stands alone. She had at that time been separated from her husband Sforza a whole year. But even if we admit that this rumor was well founded, and that Lucretia did engage in some illicit love affair, are not these relations and slips frequent enough in all societies and at all times? Even now nothing is more readily glossed over in the polite world." — Lucretia Borgia, According to Original Documents and Correspondence of Her Day, Ferdinand Gregorovius (January 1, 1904)

[jazzysnazzys]

🍝Pasta🍝

(2K WC)

Summary: You find Joel’s voice to be a little too attractive while on the phone with him.

AN: HI GUYSS!! I’m finally back !! This took me a while and like always I lost motivation as soon as I started. But it’s out!! I hope you all enjoy!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! Okay, byeeee!! 🐝🐝🐝

WARNINGS: smut, fem mb, unprotected p in v (wrap it up people), creampie, blowjob, slapping.

MDNI!!

Hot, humid, and excruciatingly sweaty. That’s how it was today. You had just finished making love with the love of your life next to you, Joel. As you both catch your breath, he peels his sticky body off of the covers reluctantly.

“Sorry sweetheart, gotta run some errands. Be back soon, ‘kay?” He stands nexts to you while you lay on the bed, exhausted. Joel’s body is glistening with sweat. He always looks so angelic when he’s basking in his afterglow, you notice. His disheveled curls fell in all different directions, especially because of his bed hair at the moment.

You nod your head and hold his hand for a moment before he lets go and runs a quick shower. Usually, you’d be way too fucked out to move at all. After all, Joel had coerced orgasm after orgasm out of you. But you felt somewhat…empty.

As Joel began to get dressed and ready for the day, you couldn’t help but still want him…need him. He kissed your lips softly before patting your head and leaving to his car. You sunk into the cool covers again when you heard his engine roar to life and slowly fade away.

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You get up off of the ruined sheets and begin to pry them off to wash them. You throw on one of Joel’s shirts that fits snug on your hip. After throwing the sheets to wash, you try and keep yourself busy throughout the day. Anything to keep your mind off of the very prominent throb in your core. Scrubbing the sink, Mopping, Sweeping, and redressing the bed. You were doing everything you could to keep yourself from running to the bed and burying your fingers deep inside yourself. As you scrub the sink for the third time, you hear your ringtone. Turning off the sink, you walk over to see who it could be.

Joel’s icon filled your screen.

It was a photo of you and him from a while back, when you first started dating. You and him had been at a local fair eating cotton candy. You had held your phone out to take a quick photo of you together. As you smiled and snapped the photo, you quickly revised it to see if it was worthy. In the photo, you looked great, the carnival lights hitting you just right and the cotton candy looked fluffy and delicious. Joel? He was mesmerized by you. In the photo, his big brown eyes were on you with a faint smile on his lips. He looked as if you were the most beautiful person ever. And that’s what you were to him.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you remembered you had to answer the phone.

“Sweetheart?” You answer, a little confused as to why Joel is calling.

“Hey, darlin’. Sorry to bother you, but I need to know what kind of pasta you were in the mood for tonight.” Joel’s silky smooth voice replied, his accent making you melt.

Your core was loving his voice.

You silently crawled onto the bed and slipped under the freshly washed covers.

“Darlin’?”

“Oh, yeah. Uhm. Could you list off the pastas you see?” You bite your lip.

Joel goes silent for a moment as he browsed the isle to find the pasta section.

You sneakily slip your hand past your panties and your fingers brush over your swollen bud. You jolt with electricity as you await Joel’s voice.

“So…we got..Penne, Ziti, Rigatoni…”

As Joel began listing off different types of pasta, your fingers were slowly circling your clit, teasing. You bite your lip and hold back a moan.

“U-Uhmm…whats farfalle?” You obviously knew, but wanted to stretch out the conversation as much as possible.

“Farfalle? Baby, we’ve literally eaten it before. You know? The butterfly pasta?”

You dipped a finger inside yourself and bit your lip harder, hiding a moan.

“O-Ohhhh….Yeah. I remember.”

Joel paused for a moment.

You were pumping your finger in and out of yourself, a second one protruding in.

“Baby girl, is everything alrigh’?” He spoke concerned.

Two fingers were now stuffed in your hole, going in and out, slick noises filling the room.

“Y-Yes…everything’s—mmph. Fine.”

Joel furrowed his brow at this.

“T-Tell me about uhhmm…the—the fusilli one..” You practically moaned out. You sped up your pace as he began to explain the pasta type.

“Well, its like the swirly pasta. It’s a little cheaper, if you’d like that one darlin’. But whatever you want.”

You were getting close to your climax.

Your fingers kept hitting that sweet spot inside yourself and your back began to arch.

All of a sudden, a moan slipped through your lips. A loud moan.

“Darlin’?” Joel questioned.

“J-Just keep talking…please…” You begged.

“Woman, are you—?”

“Joel, please!” Your thighs began to tense up, expecting sweet release.

The phone went silent.

You looked at your phone.

That motherfucker.

He hung up on you!

You called and called but he didn’t answer. You were left high and dry.

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Two hours later, you heard the familiar noise of gravel crunching in the driveway.

Joel was home.

You awaited on the couch, your palms clammy.

You were never nervous to see Joel, always jumping into his arms and spoiling him with kisses. But the atmosphere was thick and tense as the key jittered inside the lock for a moment before the door swung open. Joel’s boots thumped on the wood floor. You heard him place grocery bags on the counter before his stride became more meaningful.

He was looking for you.

You spared him the time and got up off the couch, walking towards the sound of his clunking boots.

“Joel? Hi..baby. How did it go?” You nervously smiled as his head craned in your direction.

Almost instantaneously, he grabbed you by your neck and slammed you into the wall. Of course, he was careful enough not to hurt you terribly, but he wanted you to be a puddle for him.

“Joel—“

“Shut the fuck up.” Joel glared at you.

It was embarrassing how wet you were for him at the moment.

“As soon as I leave, you start to fuck yourself huh? You’re never satisfied are you?You brat.” He applied pressure to your neck with his one hand, his other snaking under the hem of his shirt you were wearing. He grabbed your laced panties and tore them to shreds as you let out a whimper. He cupped your sex and his eyes widened for a moment, before his pupils dilated completely.

“Fuckin’ whore…already this wet, huh? Haven’t even touched you.” He tutted.

“Joel, please..”

He shook his head and scoffed.

“You think you’re getting what you want right now, brat? Maybe if you would have waited. But no. You couldn’t even get off the phone. Such a whore for me aren’t you? Now, get on your knees.”

Your eyes widened.

“Joel—“

“Now.” He commanded.

You sunk to your knees as he undid his belt fro m his belt loops. He unzipped and his hard cock bursted out. The tip was swollen, leaking pre-cum. A large vein ran through the length and it looked like it was throbbing. You looked up almost innocently at Joel. He rolled his eyes at you.

All of a sudden, his large hand was pushing your head down to meet his cock. Your lips wrapped around the length, taking him all in, as that was your only option. He bobbed your head back and forth roughly, spit bubbles collecting at the side of your mouth. You were aching for him, bad. You were probably dripping at this point. Muffled moans came out of your mouth as he fucked into it. He didn’t let up for a moment, your vision blurring.

You closed your eyes and tears began to fall. Slowly and silently, you decided to slip your hand to your bud, desperate for any form of pleasure. You were barely able to touch your clit when Joel smacked your face roughly.

He tutted again.

“Oh no baby. You’re not getting a lick of pleasure unless I say so. Now be a good girl and let me use that mouth.” Joel smirked.

Joel continued to ram his length into your mouth at an unruly pace. You were gagging on his thick cock, unable to even think anymore. Finally, once Joel seemed satisfied, he spoke.

“Bedroom, now.”

You quickly stumbled off of your knees and shuffled to the bedroom, Joel guiding you with his hand on your lower back.

Once you both got in the bedroom, he slammed the door shut and turned to look at you.

He gave you a glare and you knew what je wanted for you to do. Immediately you started to shed off your clothing. You hurriedly took off your shirt and bra.

“So fuckin’ needy, aren’t ya.” Joel scoffed.

You ached for him, desperate for any form of release. Joel pushed you onto the bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows. For a moment, he caressed your face. He looked at you with caring eyes for a split second, before they filled with lust.

He pumped his hard cock in a closed fist, letting you watch.

You needed him inside you, now.

“Joel…I need you.”

“I don’t think so, babygirl.” Joel smirked as he continued to rut into his hand.

“Joel—“

“Beg.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You’re not getting an inch of my cock unless you beg.”

You blinked for a moment before deciding to comply.

“Please, Joel.”

He gave you a harsh slap.

“I asked you to beg, stupid girl. Not use your goddamn manners.”

“I need you, Joel. God, please. Please fill me up!” You whimpered, your clit throbbing.

“Good girl.” He lined up his length between your folds. He gathered the slick that was in your hole. Then, without warning, he rams into you. He sets an unruly pace from the start, the sound of skin slapping echoing in your room.

Your mind is foggy and dizzy. You’re barely thinking. Your mind is just consumed with him. Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel. Your moans come out broken, tears streaming down your face.

“Jesus, I’m fuckin’ you dumb huh?”

His name came out of your mouth like a prayer as he railed into you.

Your climax was coming fast and Joel could tell by the way your cunt clenched around him. He squished your cheeks in his hand, forcing you to focus on him.

“I don’t think so baby, you know the rules.” Joel rammed into you as you tried to speak through your moans.

“Joel!! Please, God let me cum!!” You spoke in between slurries of moans.

Joel thrusted into you a couple more times before they came sloppy. He let out a few whimpers before speaking again.

“S’alright baby, cum for me.”

Immediately, your cunt fluttered and your back arched, the room filling with his name.

Not long after, his groaned while spilling into you. You felt his softening cock still inside of you as it throbbed semen into you.

He pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to you. It was silent, besides the sound of the two of you catching your breaths.

“Fettuccine.” Joel breathed out.

“What?”

“I bought fettuccine.”

[babayagaiscomingforya]

ahem *in a shitty, clearly fucked up french accent* hello mr.wick AUGH

rank your top five favorite ships from the franchise!!! :D

Hello mrs. french cun- I mean...

marquis de gramont.

I'm chill with ships in most fandoms I'm in. In the sense of "I see basically every ship as valid even though I have a favorite" and JW is the same. Majority of these are going to be with John, because...well, you know how it is. Gonna start from lowest to highest.

Winston/The Bowery King

These two are John's divorced parents...that's it. Didn't consider them before but the fourth movie gave me so much interaction that I just couldn't stay idle. They're giving me "Divorced parents but when they're together in one room it's like they never divorced" energy. The whole scene of them helping John get ready to face possible death was so wholesome...as wholesome as this franchise can be I mean.

John/Zero

I like this ship just because it's funny. Zero's acting as if he is an obsessed fangirl is sooo funny in the context of organized crime. I don't really imagine them as a normal ship, more like unrequited love where Zero writes self-insert fanfics and John doesn't know that he exists.

Marquis/Santino

Mostly happened because of you and @tobytheeggo. I mean, yeah, I don't think I need to explain much it's two cunty Europeans what else do you need? They're awful for each other. They're the celebrity couple that everyone is like "couple goals" and then turns out they're constantly at war.

John/Santino

I don't know why but these two probably had the most, just, pure sexual tension. It's silent, they're not doing anything in particular but just they way they look at each other and Santino's tone of voice. It just suddenly gets really hot in the room. I mean, c'mon.

- How would you do it I wonder? - My hands. - How exciting.

Their interactions are somehow both erotic and threatening.

John/Caine

I mean...have you seen the fourth movie? I love the bickering, the parallels, the "friends placed against each other by circumstances outside of their control", they embody the dynamics I seem to enjoy most often in other fandoms. Their first fight. Them shit-talking in another language so that Killa wouldn't understand. Them teaming up in the stairs scene. When Caine sits down next to John and cries because it's all finally over. John has a lot of "friends" throughout the whole franchise, but these two are the only ones that made me feel their relationship while watching the actual movie and not after I have already read and created headcanons.

Bonus: My John/Grisha crackship that only I and like two people understand. They're kinda like John/Caine but only add EVEN MORE differences by throwing a blond policeman fuckboy into John's face and seeing what happens.

Okay byeeee.

[withahappyrefrain]

Not me rushing here to share thots like the sewer rat I am

Imma just combo inexperienced!Peter and flustered Peter cuz I’m thinking like

Reader gently touching him (I was thinking neck but anywhere is fair game 👀)

And he’s really not used to it but he really likes it and when she finds that very sensitive spot on him he just lets out a moan but it surprises the both of them and he gets so embarrassed by it.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive Peter”

Ok I’m running away now byeeee 🏃‍♀️

Hell yeah let's do making out for the first time with inexperienced!Peter. 16+

You and Peter were watching a movie together. Or at least, that was the intention when you started. You and Peter started on the couch sitting with enough distance between you two that your bodies weren't touching, but you could still hold hands.

The truth was, you wanted to sit in his lap, but you were pretty sure if you did that, he would combust.

Peter had made it clear, in so many words and reddened faces, that the physical aspect of a relationship was not a well-explored area for him. It took three dates for him to gather enough courage to kiss you. On the cheek.

You were trying to be patient. Truly. The last thing you wanted to do was overwhelm him.

But god, he was so hot.

You squeezed his hand, causing him to look at you. You brought his hand up to your lips, maintaining eye contact. Peter's face reddened, though the dopey, lovesick grin remained on his face.

It was his smile that gave you the courage to scoot closer to him. You leaned over, capturing his lips against yours.

You two had kissed before. Quick little pecks. Long, gentle kisses.

But this? This was different. These kisses were full of desire, of wanting, of longing.

You swung a leg over, situating yourself in his lap.

"W-we aren't fi-finishing that movie, are we?" He asked, chuckling at the end because he already knew the answer.

You shook your head, "You okay with that?"

"Y-yes." You loved when he cupped your face with his hands. They were so big, they almost reached the back of your head.

You fingers trailed up to the collar of his Tshirt, lingering before they ghosted up his neck, leaving light touches all the way up, until they found their final resting place up in his hair. Your grip tightened as the kiss deepened. You were excited; this was new territory for you and Peter.

Peter let out what could only be described as a groan. You broke away in pure surprise. Judging by how wide Peter's eyes had become, he was taken aback as well.

"I didn't know you were so sensitive, Peter," You grinned.

"S-Sorry," He buried his chest into your neck. Why was he apologizing? Couldn't he hear how fast your heart was beating?

"I like it," You whispered.

"Re-really? Y-you do?" He asked, still refusing to make eye contact.

"Yeah, it's hot," You smirked as you felt Peter's face get even warmer.

[jeanownsme]

vlive head

summary- you give your horny bf head while hes live with his fans

warnings- exhibitionism kink, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, secret relationship, mmm not too many warnings, etc

a/n- this was a thought that recently came up in my mind and my god this was hot, i hope there arent any grammar mistakes. its like 5 am rn and took me 2 hours to write 😭 enjoy loves.

"how is everyone doing, have you guys eaten yet ?" the voice of your boyfriend asked, looking at the comments showing up on the screen. he was live with millions of fans watching, that was what made you scared. what if they knew what you guys were doing ? what if they knew who it was ? everybody knew he was in a relationship, but no one besides the people closest to him knew who it was. how would everybody react if they find out that he's dating y/n, one of the most well known and loved actresses. it would be disastrous.

"its been so long since i've gone live.. i missed you guys a lot, sorry for being gone for a while i've been super inactive lately because i've been super busy, but i think i'm going to post after this" his voice sounded clear as your lips were wrapped around his dick, slowly moving up and down drool dripping down your chin. you never knew tae was into this kinda stuff because he was always cautious with cameras whenever you were near him, posting your hand or shadow was the only thing that would ever show online.

he leaned back further into his seat and sharply thrusted into your mouth forcing you to deep throat him, you gagged as tears made its way down your face. to the camera it looked as if he was just adjusting his seat. luckily the music he was playing drowned out the sound. how could he stay so quiet ? you were suffering trying not to make any sounds. he was huge, he could barely fit in your mouth and it was starting to hurt your jaw from the stretch.

you wrapped you hand around the rest of the length and started stroking and sucking even harder and faster. his cock twitching from the sudden change of pace, he groaned but quickly covered it up with a cough eyes moving down to glare at you. and you stared back with an innocent look on your face pretending to not know what you just did.

taehyungs hand wrapped around the base of your head and pulled on your hair gently, a warning to slow down.

he continued reading the comments, many mentioned you. this was bad, this meant that people were catching on.

y/n is also in new york, does this mean they are together ?

are you dating y/n ?

how do you feel about y/n ?

whats your connection with y/n ?

obviously he could see these comments, there were a shit ton. but he ignored them because he knew that if he mentioned your name it would be all over the internet. as you kept sucking, he was getting closer to cumming.

he moaned and leaned over to rest his head on the desk

"ahhh guys its getting late, and im not used to the time difference here yet." he lifted his head to stare at the camera.

"this was really fun army, im gonna go now to get some rest. you guys should get some too, stream our new album. byeeee" he waved and shut off the camera.

"y/n you can stop now" you stopped and got up, tripping a bit from being on your knees for so long. taehyung caught you and held you in his arms and laughed, looking down at you he leaned down and kissed your puffy lips.

"youre so fucking cute baby, i just wanna fuck the shit outta you" you both groaned as the kiss got heavier, his long fingers grabbing onto your waist and slowly making its way down to your ass squeezing it.

"lay down on the bed for me yeah ? " god his voice, it was so sexy and deep. if your panties weren't wet from earlier they most definitely are now. you laid down and taehyung made his way between you legs, he leaned over to your ear.

"lets get these pretty panties off"

[becausethathappens]

I know you have written mythical ot4 before and I just watched the ai gmm episode from Tuesday. The ot4 vibes were real strong during the hide and seek portion. It was too cute 🥹. I just love them.

YES. it really was. i love their dynamic so much, especially for the extra flirty vibes it brings out of the guys. 💕🤩

re: the hide and seek segment from GMM 2184

decided to rewatch and list out some highlights:

let’s give ‘em a ring [link fidgets with the ring they all have]

stevie’s fake phone noises

the contrast of “i’m here good morningggg!” and “yup, i’m here.”

hey, behb.

ask questions to “our partner” [little smile]

link recognizing jasper’s cries

rhett trying to clown on link's hint of christy having dogs with her then immediately asking if jessie was alone

jessie laughing at link’s “in a sexy place?” delivery

rhett finding a way to bring things back to cucking

link responding to christy cooing jasper as if it were him

rhett having no comment other than, “yeah, that tracks”

christy’s “no, sir” switch up when link started getting close

rhett throwing a “what are the chances?” in there just bc

link’s snaps when he realized the answer

cocky link in general, “go, rhett, go. it’s over, buddy. it is over.”

the girls cheering/laughing for link together 

rhett trying to “win” by guessing christy's spot before link

link: “the magic trunk. you know the one where we saw each other in half. so hot.” again, what?

rhett accidentally oversharing knowledge of ~the trunk in their bedroom~ "you haven't come in our bedroom" which is both wildly funny 👀 AND sounds so much like her teasing rhett about something he brought up before like a boundary-line drawn in the sand, mock shocked that he'd admit to being there so easily (i said it the day of, but i wrote them having a trunk in their bedroom a while ago, so that was jarring😳)

christy roasting rhett over being wrong and oversharing

jessie jumping in to remind rhett "they don’t have that trunk. we redid their bedroom.” like we all know you fucked that one up rhett nice try

link being proud of christy’s efforts in rehab for her injury

jessie fitting into a cabinet 

rhett looking like damn i actually don't like this, re: not being able to say “i’m a girl” (don't know what you got til it's gone)

link excitedly shouting “i’m a girl” again and again

link addressing them collectively as “so, wives...”

jessie suggesting they do this for fun, just the four of them [rhett smirking and rubbing his neck]

them wanting to do this next date night

“love ya” “byeeee” “love you” all just said at random to anyone

the guys being visibly excited it went well 😩

rhett being vulnerable and saying he wanted to go in the chamber

link's mind jumping to rhett having a partner in the hyperbaric chamber???

[weewo-weewo]

Imma talk abt the new year quest for PGR

WATANABE & LEE

Fudgeeeeee, Lee giving us his jacket and being really possessive is not helping with my simping ass for him after i saw hyperreal

Wgskdksoalal

MOMMMMM he's so hot

The way Gray Raven is panicking when we didn't respond to them is also very endearing to me

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

Will i be able to find someone in real life that worries like them too🫠

I need a possessive bf ahdkdlslla

And also WATANABE!!!!

He is so soft with kids, it's so cute ahdkdlsla

I'm not sure if im Wata nation or Lee nation now

Can i be in both🥺🫶

I just got back to pgr, and i feel like they're grabbing my attention and not letting me uninstall the game anymore🥺

Also I doesn't help with the fact that i just finished chapter 9/10. The one where Ayla is finding Selena and we work together with Watanabe

Astral is so hot, like wtf!!! He's so reliable too

I mean who doesn't like a daddy mature, responsible, reliable man (cue Nanami from JJK here)

Anyway, imma simp for all of the PGR men now, no excuse accepted

Ahdkslslal

Ouuuu i just finished palefire's affection story too

He gave us a cute robot ahdkdlsl

Byeeee im done for the day simping or maybe not

🧿I shall manifest for S Watanabe, and Hyperreal🧿

[jiminzfilter]

slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

:(

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

[xtodorcki]

Hi!!!!!! Okay listen to me, Levi and reader caught in a snow storm, they found an old abandoned house and the only way to keep warmth is SKIN TO SKIN fbdvsjjshs how does that sound as a request?

Love you🔥

“Cold Weather,” Levi x Reader

We gon make this a modern day Levi againnnnnnn. Whew chile.

Summary: You and Levi decided to travel but ended up getting caught in a storm, causing you both to find shelter in a cabin.

Warnings: uhhh none

Levi x Fem!Reader

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Levi had somehow convinced you to get out of the house and go with him somewhere, he wanted to do some exploring- something that wasn’t really unusual for him to do.

But typical Levi, he didn’t check the weather.

As you both were up in the mountain, him wanting to go through the snow and even try out snowboarding, a sudden storm had blown in which made it pour down with more snow.

Soon enough it had turn into a blizzard, making it nearly impossible to walk all the way back down to where the car was.

You managed to convince Levi to go up further to the campsite and rent out a cabin even though you two were far from prepared to sleep in a cabin but even less prepared to stay out during a blizzard.

As you shivered, cursing under your breath trying to hug the large coat around you tighter but it was hard, it was freezing to the point where you couldn’t feel your body.

Levi had put the key in, unlocking it and getting inside. The guy had told you that the heater was broken and there wasn’t much they could do considering it was supposed to be fixed weeks ago but this was the only cabin left open.

You sighed, you wanted to slap Levi for dragging you here and not being smart enough to check the weather, you were freezing and you were convinced your fingers were going to fall off.

You both had tried to use the fireplace, stacking blankets on the floor in front of it and made somewhat of a shelter of blankets but he could tell you were still freezing from the way you were uncontrollably shivering.

He felt bad, he didn’t think it would get this bad but the way your cheeks and nose were red, your teeth chattering together, he had finally hit the point where he knew what to do.

“Take off your clothes.” He practically ordered you, making you shoot him a dirty look and shook your head.

“Fuck no, I’m freezing!” You watched him roll his eyes, reaching over to unzip your large coat.

“Skin to skin can help better than these fucking blankets now take off your clothes.” He said sarcastically, making you slap his hands away from your zipper.

You had hesitated, staring at him as he started to take off his layers of clothing and you gulped down the lump in your throat, growing nervous.

You two were only friends so stripping down to your underwear and bra had you feeling a bit uneasy but you couldn’t deny the sexual attraction you both had towards each other.

Once Levi took off his last shirt, revealing his bare chest, your eyes had widened again. You couldn’t help but stare and he shot you a glare, gesturing towards your coat.

“Y/N, do you want to freeze to death or what?” He was growing annoyed and you had finally reached up and take off the layers you had.

Your hands were shaky, not only from how cold you were but how nervous you were feeling, sitting next to your half naked best friend.

Once you had taken off everything, Levi had grabbed your body and pulled you into his. The warmth from both of your chests pressed against each other had calmed you down a lot more. He wrapped the both of you in blankets, your head laying against the pillow and staring ahead at his collarbone, the butterflies in your stomach were making you feel sick.

But you had to admit Levi was right, this was warming you up a lot faster.

As you tilted your head up to look at him, his face inches away and you felt his breath fanning over your face as he turned to meet your gaze.

“What?” Levi questioned, furrowing his eyebrows at how hard you were staring at him.

“Nothing.. I just..”

“Staring at me?”

“Uh.” You started to stutter, your hands moving to settle against his chest.

This time Levi started to smirk, the way you started to stutter and move your eyes around the dark room to look at anything except him, it was cute.

He moved one of his arms from around your body, grabbing your chin to tilt your head up to meet his gaze and the more he stared at you, the more butterflies had exploded.

“I’m talking to you, kind of rude to not make eye contact.” He said quietly, making your cheeks grow even more red.

“Sorry.” You quickly said, not really knowing what to exactly say in the exact moment but he laughed at how hard you were trying to not be shy or awkward.

“Well,” He started off, his eyes staring at you as he licked his lips.

Slowly, he had brushed his thumb along your chin then moved it up to brush it across your bottom lip, his eyes moving down to look at them then back up at you.

“Now you’re staring, Levi.” You pointed it out, making his eyebrows raise up in amusement.

“Yeah but unlike you, I make sure to let you notice that I’m staring.” He was being cocky, the sarcasm lingering on his voice was too hot to handle.

You were stunned, it was bad enough you both were half naked pressed against each other and now the sexual tension was choking the both of you, making it obvious how badly he wanted to kiss you.

“Are you warm now?” He said barely over a whisper, his other arm that was wrapped around your waist had tugged you closer to his body, the heat radiating off of him was much better than a stupid blanket and the small fireplace.

“Yeah, thank you.” You stuttered again, the way your face was so close to his that you can almost feel his lips brushing up on yours.

“Good.”

It had taken him a moment before getting the courage to lean down and press his lips on yours, making your skin grow even hotter and he felt it against his own.

You both had laid there on the floor on the blankets, kissing each other and your hands had wrapped around his bare body and rested one hand on the back of his head.

He had pulled back after a while to catch his breath, his hand sliding back to rest on the side of your head and tangled his long fingers through your hair.

“I know what else can warm us up.”

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Byeeee this is hot and I didn’t know whether to make this a smut but Dhchdhdhdh. Maybe a part 2 smut?????

Also this is short, I’m sorry.

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[sampoststuff]

I don’t usually make these, let alone post them, but I’m going to be posting some

Road 96 Headcanons! Featuring the Main Characters the Player Interacts With, Zoe, John, Fanny, Alex, Stan, Mitch, Sonya, and Jarod!

These aren’t from a specific prompt, I’ve just been thinking about them and writing them down. I do have a lot of them, and I’ll be making several posts, usually consisting of one particular headcanon. This post in particular will contain three sets just to get it started, I hope you all enjoy them!

Do They Like Coffee, and if so, What Kind?

-John loves coffee, but will only drink black coffee.

-Fanny loves coffee, and will take any kind. With her coffee brew she does prefer particular flavors, such as caramel macchiato or mocha.

-Alex doesn’t like coffee. He took a sip of his moms and immediately didn’t like it. If he needs energy or a sugar rush, he’ll drink some hot chocolate.

-Hot Take Moment: Jarod likes coffee, but the kind he have will change depending if he’s in public or not. He’ll get black coffee out in public, but if he’s alone he’ll add flavored creamer into it.

-Stan and Mitch don’t like coffee. It’s either energy drinks or ice cold water that they’ll drink for energy, there’s no in between.

-Sonya loves coffee. If she’s out she’ll get any popular or featured item at Starbucks or Dunkin’s, otherwise she’ll normally get a regular ice coffee with a shot of espresso.

-Zoe likes coffee, but she also prefers tea, both hot and cold. However, it’s rare that she’ll drink coffee or tea, she usually goes for water first.

Left Handed, Right Handed, or Ambidextrous?

-Alex is ambidextrous, but predominately right handed.

-Jarod is ambidextrous, but is also predominately right handed.

-Stan is right handed, while Mitch is ambidextrous and can use either hand easily.

-Fanny is right handed.

-John is right handed, but will often try to use his left hand because of his missing fingers.

-Sonya is left handed, but she’ll often hold things in her right hand, especially on camera.

-Zoe is left handed.

Friends and Socializing.

-Sonya doesn’t have a lot of close friends. She secretly considers Adam a good friend, and she’ll only really show it when they’re not in public or when she’s intoxicated.

-Stan and Mitch are really only friends with each other, but they’re great at socializing with others and helping them come out of their shell, or at least making them feel appreciated and comfortable.

-John can get along with anyone, and while he does have his own circle of friends, he’s really only friends with Robert. However that friendship has been deteriorating since the attack in ‘86

-Fanny doesn’t have a lot of friends within her job. She considers Alex to be someone who’s she’s truly close with, besides John on the CB radio. She’s also kind of awkward around big groups of people, but she will eventually warm up to them.

-Zoe has been more reclusive throughout her whole life, but she does have natural charisma and can socialize with anyone. She’s only made one friend while attending her prep school. They were actually going to escape together initially, but due to familial issues on their end, she couldn’t take them with her.

-Jarod is really only “close” with Joe. He’s only occasionally talked about his personal life with him, but other than that, they still kind of vibe with each other, and Joe respects his privacy.

I’ll be posting more soon, but if you guys have any particular headcanons or want to add on, please do so! Also if you do send me some asks about my thoughts on specific headcanons that I might have please keep them sfw okay byeeee

[thirstybtsthoughts]

So here's the thing. Jungkook in the most recent black swan performance outfit got me thinking.. I am VERY big fan of hate sex. I mean just imagine him and you started out on the wrong foot, and some mean, teasing comments and sabotages/intentional embarrassment later you end up in a fight at his apartment. Him still in that outfit, and you in a sexy black dress because Jungkook managed to sabotage your blind date.. and you two yell at eachother, stepping closer and closer, until both of you practically scream 'I hate you' at eachother.. and then he roughly grabs you by the back of your head and crashes your lips together. You pull hard on those chains he's wearing, and he winces, but that only turns you both on more. And just imagine the glorious punding that would follow 😫💦🔥🥵.. Him moaning the word 'noona', and as the fucking goes on, more and more (because since that "fic" I submitted I can't stop thinking about how hot that would be.🥵😫)

I only had hate sex twice and that shit turns me on like nothing else I'm telling you, it's the BEST 🔥

And for some reason Namjoon and Yoongi also give me those vibes, I think either of them would get into a position like that. Especially Namjoon. Like that man seems so zen, just imagine what would happen if someone actually got under his skin like that uggghhhh 💦🔥🥵

Okay I'll stop now... byeeee

- HGA ⚡

😱 I FUCKING MOANED READING THIS AJAHSHSHS. Hate sex with JK would be SO hot, I’m getting so worked up at just the thought of it 😰🥵. I’d be screaming his name in pleasure or pain idc. He can throw me about and slam me against a wall as hard as he wants, I’d be too high on his undoubtedly spectacular stroke game that I wouldn’t even care about anything else 🥵🥵. What have you done to meeeeee HGA⚡️ 😩😩

Don’t even get me started on hate sex with Joon or Yoongi (or Hobi omg 😳), because that would be some next level kinda wreckage 💀💀

[fishnets-fingers]

Six Months - Part Five

Summary - Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together?

a/n - sorry about the delay. i tested positive for miss rona and i’m applying for jobs. it was a bit hard for me to get back to writing. i hope you like this part. i have been reading strange tides by @theasstour​ , all through last month and loved every minute of it.

Word Count - 7.6k

Warnings - angst. the f word is used, so please skip the part if that triggers you (you will know when it’s coming)

Masterpost (find previous parts here)

Layla looks at herself in the mirror and adjusts her bangs. She was wearing faux black high waisted leather pants and a black corset top. She didn’t feel like putting too much makeup on, so she stuck to putting on some concealer on her zits. She did a small wing with some dark brown eyeshadow and put on some mascara. She didn’t know if she should put on some lip balm or some nude gloss. So she took them both downstairs to the living room where her uncle and aunt were sat catching up on some Tamil soaps. 

Vasanth and Abi turn around to meet the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

“Damn, kutti, you look nice!” Abi exclaims.

“Uh.. thanks? I need some advice. Should I go with this or this?” Layla asks, holding up her lip gloss and balm in each hand towards her lips.

“Wait! I have just the right shade.” Abi says as she scrambles out of the sofa and sprints upstairs to her bedroom.

Layla looks at her uncle and shrugs and plops on the recliner. “Sooo… why are you so quiet? Do you not like it?”

“No, kutti. You look beautiful. It’s just weird to see you all dressed up to go to a club. You are still this tiny little thing- who will get the newspaper every Sunday morning, turn it to the comic section, demand that I read and explain the Heathcliff comics-  in my head. Just caught up to me that you are all grown up.”

Layla smiles at the thought of sitting in Vasanth’s lap while he drank his coffee as he explained each of the comic panels to her. “Yeah. I remember you making up all kinds of shit when I didn't get the punch line -”

“-Alright you two saps. Here, Layla.” Abi comes into the room and hands Layla a tube of her  red lipstick.

“Red?!? Are you sure? I have never worn it before.”

“Layla. You look hot. Own it. Let me put it on. Come here.”

Abi carefully paints the colour on her lips. Layla’s phone buzzes, Harry’s name lights up.

“Alright, Harry’s outside. Have fun you two. I’ll be home soon.” Layla puts some money in the back of her phone and puts her phone case back on.

“Be careful and have fun.” Abi says as Layla unlocks the front door.

“Remember, don’t leave your drink unattended -”

“-got it. Not my first time going out drinking. Byeeee!” Layla cuts her uncle off and shuts the door.

She sees Harry’s car out in the driveway. She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

“Hi,” she smiles and she gets into the car.

“Wow, Layla! You look incredible!” Harry is completely taken off guard. Her hair, her outfit, her black stilettos, her lips; it’s like she knocked the wind out of him. 

“Thanks. I like your outfit, too.” 

“This old thing. Just put something together,” Harry says, waving his hands nonchalantly. He in fact thought about his outfit for quite a few hours. He was going to finally talk to Layla about everything and he wanted to feel confident doing that. He chose a pair of dark brown pants, a sky blue shirt with a white collar, and a purple sweater.

They both felt weird. The air around the two of them was filled with awkwardness. Harry pulled out of the driveway. Silence looms, it was never like this between them. They usually put on some music and would horribly sing along to whatever that came out of the speakers. Harry liked that about spending time with Layla, it felt so comfortable and even the most mundane of tasks with her felt intimate.

Now, Layla looks out the window with her hands fidgeting with her phone case in her lap. Harry was drumming his fingers on the steering of the car. Both wanting to talk but unsure of how.

“Hey, Harry. I think your grandma called.” Layla says, turning around to look at him with a smirk plastered on her face.

“Wha’?” He says turning his body towards her, now that the car was standing still at a red light. They were five minutes away from the city.

“Your grandma called, I think she wants her doily back.” She says, giggling while tugging at his collar to emphasise her point.

“Shut up.” Harry says laughing as he swats her hand. He never really realised that this collar resembled that of a doily, until now.

The light turns green and Harry resumes driving. “I’m just saying, it looks like it belongs in a tea party,” she giggles more. The awkward energy around them melting away.

“Oi. It’s called high fashion. Look it up.” Harry says a tad defensively.

Layla rolls her eyes, “I’d prefer to call it ‘grandma chic.’ Very you I’d say.”

Harry had the biggest grin on his face as he shook his head.

“So? Why a club? Will they even let you in?”

“They will. They’ll draw these giant crosses on my hands, so the bartender can’t serve me any alcohol. I do have a fake ID but I don’t wanna get drunk. Just wanna dance with you and have fun. What about you? What’s the legal age in Chennai?”

“I need a whole lot of alcohol in my system before I even consider dancing, I’ll tell you that. At home, you have to be 21 to drink but it wasn’t really a big deal because most people just go on a road trip to Pondicherry - a Union Territory, it's a three hour drive - the drinking age is 18 and the alcohol is cheap because of the taxes are minimal. I don’t know how old you have to be to get into a club though. Although, I did go to one when I was 19.”

“Scandalous,” Harry laughs.

“I was terrified. I was graduating from undergrad and the Psychology department had a small farewell dinner of sorts in early December, like at the start of our last semester. A kind of good luck and almost survived kinda thing. My parents are super strict, right, so I told them that the dinner would end super late because there were all these events. When in reality, it was just ‘get dressed, take pictures, eat food, and fuck off thing.’ So my friends and I had fake IDs ready and the bouncer never even bothered to look at it.” 

“Wait… so he just let you lot in?”

“Yep. We only had to pretend that we didn’t notice him staring at our boobs. It was fun. We drank and danced the night away. Well, we didn’t get that drunk coz we had to go home and if the parents found out then it’s instant death. But I think it paid off though, I’ve never been sloshed. I know how much I can drink and how to sober up quickly.”

“I suppose that’s one way of looking at it. I on the other hand have never had to flash my tits to the bouncer. What can I say? If I did, I would have put all breast owners to shame, so I followed the rules.”

Layla laughs. “I’m sure you would have, Harry Styles. Plus, we never flashed him. Just pushed our boobs together.”

“Hey. I completely forgot. What do you wanna do for dinner? I know we were planning to hit some drive through and eat junk before going to the club but I know this great Chinese place nearby.” This was a part of Harry’s plan all along. Layla was a sucker for Chinese or any Asian cuisine really, but she claims that ‘Chinese really hits my sweet spot man’. He knew she wouldn’t say no. He planned on taking her out to dinner and talking about his feelings for her. Hopefully, if it all went well, it would be their first date.

He turns around to study her face and his face falls when he sees her nose scrunched up. Something she does when she’s unsure about something, he learnt while spending time with her.

“Umm… I love Chinese and all but I had my heart set on eating in the car. I’ve never done it before.”

“You’ve never eaten in a car?”

“Nope. Well, snacks and drinks, yes, but a whole meal, nope.”

Fuck, McDoands it is then. Harry thinks.

“Wait. What if we go to the place you want and get take out instead? We can eat in the car then and get Chinese.” Layla says.

“Yes!” Harry says relieved. “We can definitely do that.” He turns onto Six Forks Road and stops his car in the parking lot  at Ni Asian Kitchen.

“I’ll open your door. Hold on,” he says as he unbuckles his seatbelt, taking Layla by surprise. 

He crosses over to the other side and opens the door. 

Layla gets out and softly thanks him. They both walk in to order their food.

Harry gets himself some sticky white rice and some orange peel chicken. Layla gets herself some shredded lamb in hunan sauce and singapore noodles. They decide to get some steamed broccoli and some eggplant with garlic sauce. They both get into a small argument when it came to paying. Layla wins. She handed the bills to the waiter and looked at Harry who was pouting.

“You can pay for  the drinks in the club, alright? Stop pouting.” Layla says while squeezing Harry’s cheeks. “Now come on, we got some Asian food to devour.” She carried the bag in one hand and tugged on Harry’s sleeve with the other.

////

“Christ that is HOT!” Layla exclaims as she crawls forward to get some tissues from Harry’s glove compartment. Harry laughs as Layla starts wiping her nose. 

“Stop laughing, asshole. It made me all snotty and I only took three bites of it.” She settles back. They settled in the backseat. Harry drove them out to a movie theatre parking lot and suggested they fold the front seats and get cozy in the back. They opened the take out containers and put everything on the folded front seat. It made it a lot more roomy at the back. It was dark out and Harry had switched on the light in his car. He had to admit, he enjoyed this more than being in a restaurant. It felt intimate - like it was something he would only do with her, for her. 

“Hey, you were the one that insisted that they make the lamb, and I quote ‘super spicy.’”

“Shut up. I say that everywhere. I don’t have the hot sauce with me, so I had to say that. I think I bit into a green chilli, I’ll be fine if I avoid them. I hope.” Layla softly mutters the last part. “You wanna bite?” She picks some noodles up with her chopstick along with the lamb after shaking off the excess hunan sauce. She feeds him some and Harry moans appreciatively. 

“Here, try this. It’s one of their famous dishes.” He brings the chicken with some rice to her lips and Layla hums as she eats. Absent-mindedly, Harry uses his thumb to wipe away some excess sauce at the corner of her lip, brings it to his mouth and sucks his thumb.

He doesn’t realise what he did until it registers that Layla was looking at him with her eyes wide and her bottom lip ensnared with her teeth; completely taken aback. “Sorry,” he said, twiddling with his rings.

“Harry?” Layla says, her voice low.

“Hmm.”

“Did you want to kiss me last night? When we were watching Evil Dead on the couch.”

His eyes immediately flit to hers. “I did. I was going to but then your folks walked in and yeah. Did you want to?”

Layla nods. “I did, yeah. I think I like you Harry. I don’t know. It’s confusing. I’ve never felt this way before. I like hanging out with you, it feels….- it feels almost….” She looks around trying to find the right word.

“Natural? Like it was meant to be. Spending time with you feels like everything is in its place for me. Layla, I like you. I think I have ever since I laid my eyes on you through my window.”

“Yeah. Natural. Like everything is at equilibrium when I’m with you. Sorry I haven’t said anything. I’ve been scared. Like I said, all of these feelings are new to me and experiencing them has been pretty scary.” Layla’s heart was pounding. She could hear it.

Harry immediately took her takeout container and put it in the front seat. He scooted closer to her and clutched her hands, his thumbs rubbing the back of her hands in a soothing manner. “Thank you for saying that. I suppose I should have said something sooner, too. I was scared too. I didn’t want to say something and make you uncomfortable. I did not want us to stop spending time together.”

“So… what are we going to do now?”

“Lails,” Harry said, bringing her hands that were intertwined with his, closer to his chest. “Do you wanna go out with me?”  

“I’m already out with you, fool.”

Harry laughed. “No, you idiot. I mean do you wanna go out on a date with me?”

“Oh. Do I have a choice?” She says playfully with a giant smirk on her face and her eyebrow arched.

“Not really at this point.” Harry says, giggling slightly.

“Well if that’s the case, okay, I’ll go out with you,” she rests her head on the seat and smiles at Harry. “Can we go back to eating now, please? You’ve deprived me of my food.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says before taking her hands and bringing them up to his lips and kissing them. He reaches forward and hands Layla her takeout container back.

They both eat in silence. Both revelling in the moment. Smiling at each other like absolute loons. 

“Wait!” Layla says, sitting up suddenly. This startles Harry causing him to drop the last of the broccoli back in the box. 

“Sorry,” she mutters. “Is this a date?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know, Har. I’ve never been on one. You tell me.”

“Well, to tell you the truth. I kinda came up with this plan last night when I couldn't sleep properly. I was gonna suggest something Asian over McDonalds, ‘cause I knew you wouldn’t say no to that-”

“Perceptive.” Layla giggles. 

Harry shrugs his shoulders. “Then I was gonna talk about me liking you and the kiss and the dream and then ask you how you were feeling. Then if it all went well, celebratory shots at the club.”

“And I ruined it when I suggested we should eat in the car, sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I kinda like this better. How things unfolded, I don’t think dining in would have made it very intimate. Don’t you agree?”

Layla nods. “I like this, too. So, this is our first proper date then?”

“It would appear so. How about a commemorative selfie after we’re done eating?”

“That’ll be nice. I think I'm done. I can’t eat more. I have half of the noodles left and there’s some eggplant we haven’t gotten around to. We might have to go home and put it in the fridge.”

They both quickly clean up. Harry gets out of the car to throw the empty containers in the trash. Layla puts the food back, in the backseat, in the bag and sets them at the back seat and gets into the passenger’s side.

Harry comes back, puts his seat up, settles in and starts the car. “Almost forgot,” he says, bringing out his phone from his pocket.

“Right. The commemorative selfie,” Layla giggles and she leans over the centre console towards him. They take a few pictures: one of the two of them all cozy with a giant smile on their faces, one of where Harry buried his face in Layla’s hair, and one where Layla squished his cheeks together as Harry made a crazy face.

Harry was driving to the club and couldn’t stop his eyes moving towards his left hand on Layla’s lap, their fingers intertwined. He smiled when their eyes met.

“Har.”

“Hmm?”

“You said something about a dream before. Care to elaborate?”

“Uh…,” his eyes grew wide. He didn’t remember saying anything about his dream.

Did I word vomit again? He thinks.

“Did you dream that we were on a date?”

“Not exactly. I- I mean… we were- I think by the lake having a picnic. It was nice. I really don’t know how else to say this but it ended very nicely.” Harry's face was hot, his skin almost resembled that of a tomato. 

It took a while for Layla to register to what he was saying. “Oohhh. Oh.” She leans towards his ear and whispers, “how nice was very nice?”

It sends a shiver up his spine.

“Christ, Lails. I’m gonna crash the car. I’m paying zero attention to the road right now,” Harry says all flustered. 

“Sorry. Sorry,” Layla goes back to her side of the car. He notices she looked a little crestfallen.

Way to go, jerk, he thinks.

“Hey,” he says softly, squeezing her hand. “Look at me.”

Layla meets his eyes. 

“It was very very very nice,” he smiles and turns his eyes back to the road. “Sorry about that, I was just embarrassed and then you caught me off guard when you whispered in my ear.”

“No, I shouldn’t have done that when you were driving and I don’t know what came over me to do tha-”

“-please keep doing that. I liked it,” Harry interrupts.

Layla smiles. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know. It’s quite normal. Not something you have any control over.”

“But I’m not a teenager. Wet dreams are kinda embarrassing when you are over sixteen.”

“Okay. Here’s something that pains my soul to say but will probably make you feel a whole lot better. When I came across your picture on Instagram, I did more than just scroll through it.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asks with his voice dripping with innocence. His dimples and his big grin give him away.

“I might have rubbed one out,” Layla says quietly. “Sorry. But that dream of yours holds the moral high ground now.”

His grin grows even wider, he brings their intertwined hands to his lips and gives her hand a kiss. “By rubbed one out, what do you exactly mean by that?” He says, his eyes on the road.

“Nice try. I’m not gonna say and inflate your giant ego even more,” Layla giggles. “I just said that so you’d feel less embarrassed about the dream. Besides, unlike you, I had complete control over what I was doing and still went ahead with it.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Hmm…”

“I knew that you did more than scroll on Instagram.”

“How?!?”

“It seemed weird that you bolted when we met and avoided me the entire time. But it fell into place when you told me why you avoided me when we were walking that day. No one feels that embarrassed when they see someone’s else’s picture on the internet. I had a hunch that it was more than just a curious scroll. Didn’t know the whole ‘rubbed one out’ part but thanks for the details,” he smirks when he notices her lips part open.

“It does not creep you out that I did that?”

“Nope. I make content for OnlyFans, remember? It’s kind of a given to not be offended by that. Besides I’d rather you do that than someone else,” he says.

Layla feels her face becoming hot.

“We're here. Now come on, let’s go get some alcohol in you and dance the night away.”

He parks the car and Layla looks out the window to see the word Luna lit up with a crescent beside it. 

////

Boy did they dance the night away. Layla had three tequila shots. Harry almost combusted when he saw Layla bite into the lime and lick her bottom lip to catch the juices that spilled out. Harry pulled her to the dancefloor and they first awkwardly moved their bodies to whatever the DJ played. She downed a huge pitcher of beer and offered Harry a few sips, which he willingly took. Harry initially thought Layla was shy but then the minute Yeah started playing, it was like she morphed into a different person. Her inhibitions down, she was mouthing the words to the song and turned around and started backing her ass up against him when the chorus started. Harry instinctively wrapped his arms around her middle and started grinding with her.

She turned around and started singing Ludacris’s part and Harry joined her, both acting like absolute fools - exaggerating the moves matching the words they were singing along to- neither of them caring about what they look like. 

Nasty starts playing and Harry pulls Layla closer to him. With her stilettos, her head reaches up to his lips - usually it barely reaches his shoulder- Layla buries her face in his neck. She wraps her arm around his neck and they slowly start grinding and swaying. He rests both of his hands on the small of her back, hesitating to move them lower.

“You can put your hands on my ass, you know. I wouldn’t mind one bit,” she says, pulling her head back slightly to look into his eyes- halting their movement.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He grabs her ass and pulls her even closer to him. She gasps, feeling him against her lower belly. They start moving again, and Layla feels giddy. Never in a million years did she think she would dance in such a slutty manner, well she did with her friends but this was different. This was Harry, she liked Harry, and he liked her. They were on a date. She would have never done this back home. She wouldn’t have done it here either, if not for Harry.

She starts slowly planting kisses on his neck. Soft, light, and hesitant. Harry’s breath hitches and he kneads the globes of her ass. The song ends and they both stop and break apart from each other.

“Wanna head back home?” Layla asks.

“Yeah. I need to use the loo. Need a wee,” he says looking down at his bulge.

Layla’s eyes follow his and she giggles. “Sorry,” she says giggling.

“No, you’re not,” he says, pulling her closer to him.

“No. I. Am. Not.” She says planting ghost-like kisses on his neck between each word. “Now, go use the loo. I’ll go to the bar and drink some water.”

Harry nods and they both part ways. Harry grins like a proper loon all the way to the men’s room. Layla heads to the bar and catches the bartender’s attention. “Two glasses of water please.”

She sits on one of the stools and thanks the bartender as she brings her two tall glasses of water. She gulps down a glass and picks up another glass but stops when she feels a hand on the small of her back.

“That was a quick trip to the loo,” she says as she turns around.

She sees a man standing behind her. A gym bro, as the internet would say.  She immediately gets up from her seat.

“Excuse you,” Layla says.

“Hey gorgeous,” the man smiles salaciously. “What’s a hottie like you doing all alone drinking water?” “Lady,” he says towards the bartender, “get her some gin and tonics, would you.”

“That won’t be necessary. No, thank you.” Layla says to her and turns her attention towards the man. “Look dude, I don’t know who you are but do not fucking touch me or get me a drink without my consent. Now, leave me alone.” She starts to walk away but he firmly grips her wrists. She tries to yank it away but has no luck.

“Look! Don’t come at me with all this feminism bullshit. You look like a proper prick tease. Please, you put out for attention and here’s the attention: let’s go back to mine and I’ll even let you ride it.” He tugs her but Layla resists.

“Look, asshole, I’m not putting out anything nor am I interested. Leave me alone!” She tugs her wrist away from him.

“Is there a problem here?” Layla whips her head to find Harry behind her. The man immediately drops her hand and Harry pushes her behind him. “Why don’t you leave her alone and harass someone your own size, yeah?” He steps closer to him.

“Chill, faggot, didn’t realise this bitch was yours.” Harry freezes.

“What the fuck did you just call him?!?” Layla steps in between them and gets in his face.

“You know what I called him. Look at his nails and what the ever loving fuck is that shirt?”

“You better fucking watch your mouth, swine.”

“What? Did I hurt little miss fruitcake’s feel-”

Layla slaps him across his face.

“You whore!” He clutches his cheek and starts to raise his hand to deliver a blow.

Harry gets to him before and pushes him towards the floor. The security steps in and pulls them away. The bartender asks the bouncers to throw out the asshole. 

Layla steps towards Harry and holds his hands in hers. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

“Here, drink some water,” Layla hands him a glass of water and he complies.

“Here, loves, for you inconvenience,” the bartender hands her a voucher for free drinks. She thanks her and they head out.

////

The car ride back home was silent. Layla was chewing on her bottom lip. She glanced at Harry every couple of minutes. He started at the road straight ahead, both of his hands clutched the steering wheel. It was like he completely shut down, ever since that asshole called him that horrible word. Like he was on autopilot.

 First ever date ruined and all because of you, tears slowly pool in Layla’s eyes. She was so happy, everything was perfect until that asshole appeared.

Harry stops the car in his driveway and turns to find her eyes glinting in the glow of the streetlight.

“Hey, are you crying?” he says, clasping her chin and turning her head towards him.

“No,” she says sniffling. 

“Hey, come on, don’t cry. We had such a nice night. Don’t let that fucker ruin it.”

“It’s not that. I feel responsible for what he called you, he never would have said that to you, if I wasn’t there.”

“It’s not your fault. ‘Sides not the first time it has happened to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“A few people from school, when I was doing my A levels, always thought I was gay ‘cause of the way I dress and my nails and my rings. They were proper assholes to me all the time. Never been called that word before, though. It threw me off a little.”

“I’m sorry that that happened to you. I love your clothes, your rings and your nails. They make you you. Please don’t think you are less than them because you aren’t afraid of being yourself.”

“I know. It’s just hard to do that sometimes. I think OnlyFans is a way for me to take control of that part, you know.”

Layla nods, understanding what he meant exactly. 

“Never mind about that. Let’s not talk about that, yeah. I had a great time tonight. I look forward to packing my bags tomorrow for the trip.”

“I had a great time. Dancing with you was nice. I’m excited for the trip, too. Wait, you haven’t packed yet? We’re leaving tomorrow evening.”

“I’ll get to it in the afternoon. I assume your bags are packed.”

“Yeah. I’m ready to go. I finished packing this afternoon. I still can’t believe you haven’t packed yet. Did you at least make a list?”

“Nope,” he laughs. “Come on, I'll walk you to your place.”

“It’s just a few feet away. I’ll manage, thank you.” They both climb out of the car. Harry walks with her and clasps her hands. 

“What kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t make sure my date got home safe. Besides, the best part of walking you to your door is the result.”

“And what might that be?” Layla asks, as they walk to her front door. 

“A goodnight kiss.”

Layla laughs. “So sure I’ll kiss you now, huh?”

“Duh. I’m irresistible.”

“I think someone needs to put you in place. I’m sure no one has done it before, so I’m gonna start,” she turns towards him when they get to the door. “As much of a charming gentleman you are, Mr. Styles, I’m afraid I can’t kiss you on our first date. You’re gonna have to try a teeny bit harder to get there,” she giggles. 

“Well if that’s the case, my fair maiden. Can this charming gent get a hug, at least?”

“I think that can be arranged,” Layla throws her arms around his neck and he holds her close arms wrapped up against her lower back. Both taking in each other’s scent as she buries her face in his neck and he does the same in her hair. 

They stand like that for what felt like an eternity but was actually only a few minutes. 

He slowly pulls away and kisses her cheek taking his time pulling away from her. 

“Goodnight, Har,” Layla whispers into his neck. 

“Goodnight, Ms. Sathish.” He says and leans in for another kiss to her cheek. 

“Off you go now, Mr. Styles.” She turns around and gets inside the house. 

Layla stands with her back pressed against  the door and her fingers against the spot where Harry kissed her. She sighs with contentment and walks to the kitchen to drink some water. 

She jumps when she sees her Aunt sitting there eating some peanut butter straight from the jar with a spoon. 

“Christ! What are you doing up so late? It’s almost 2 am!” She whisper screams. 

The oven clock read 1:39 am. 

“I got hungry and I came downstairs for a quick bite. Some pickles and peanut butter.”

“That would explain the empty pickle jar in the sink,” Layla says as she fills up a glass with water. 

“Soo…how was it? Did you have fun?”

“Yeah. It was a fun date. We went to-“

“Wait, kutti, did you just say date?”

Layla gives her a shy smile and nods. 

“Why didn’t you tell us that when you left?” Abi says. 

“I didn’t know it was a date. We went to this Asian place and got take out and we kinda admitted that we liked each other and then decided that it was our first date. We went to the club and danced a bit too.”

“Spill. Give me all the deets,” Abi says. 

Layla tells her what happened. Everything except the grinding and their conversation in the car when they got back from the club. 

“What an asshole! It’s a good thing Vasanth wasn’t there. He would have gone postal if he heard someone say that to you. Are you okay? How is Harry doing?” She tucks some of Layla’s hair behind her ear. 

“I’m fine. He’s fine, too. We just decided to forget about the last part. Apart from that, I had the best time.”

“ I’m so happy for you, Layla. Truly. Are you gonna tell Amma and Appa (mum and dad)?”

“Nope. Nope. Nope. They’ll go nuts. No way. They’ll demand I get back home on the next flight if they knew I was talking to a boy, let alone went out on a date with said boy.”

“True. Maybe it’s best if they didn’t know about the whole dating thing. Maybe introduce Harry to them as a friend, at least? But do what you think is right.”

“Maybe later. I haven’t even told them he exists. I don’t know how they'd react if they knew I was talking to a member of the opposite gender.”

“Alight, kutti, let’s go to bed okay.”

Layla nods and slips off her heels and they both climb up the stairs. 

“Wait," Layla says. This halts Abi from opening the door to her room. “Why were you eating pickles out of everything in the fridge ?”

“Dunno. Felt like it, I suppose.” Abi shrugs. 

Layla closes that room to her room, thinking about her Aunt’s choice of a midnight snack. She didn’t have much time to dwell on the fact because she sees a paper airplane on her bed. 

She rushed over it and reads to note:

Had a great time tonight! Wouldn’t mind dancing with you like that again ;) 

P. S - You truly looked stunning tonight. I don’t know if I told you that. 

P. P. S - I really like you. 

H.xx

It makes Layla smile. She runs her fingers over the words feeling the indentation of Harry’s pen on the paper. 

She quickly rushes to the bathroom to get into her PJs and do her routine. 

Once, she’s in her pyjamas and cuddled underneath the covers she texts him back. 

I had a marvellous time tonight. Thanks for the food. Loved it.  I quite liked dancing with you too 😏 I like what happened today and you. 

P. S - Your grandma left a message, still wants the doily back I’m afraid lol. 

P. P. S - I hope you put the food in the fridge. 

She hits send and in a minute hears an audible fuck from Harry’s room. She giggles and she goes over to her window. 

He notices her there and nods. “I’m going to get the food. Be right back. Don’t move.”

Layla giggles as she watches Harry sprint out of his room. He comes back after a few minutes ,a little breathless. He coughs. 

“Har, you okay?” Layla’s voice was laced with concern. 

He nods and rummages through his desk to find his inhaler and takes a puff. 

“No way!” Layla says as she disappears into her room away from his view. 

She comes back with two inhalers in each hand. One pink and one turquoise. Harry’s inhaler was dark blue. 

Harry laughs softly. “I can’t believe we both have asthma and use inhalers. You know what this means?”

“Yeah. We both have shitty lungs.”

“That and the fact that we’re perfect for each other.”

“That so?”

“Definitely.”

“Sleep tight, Harry,” Layla says and gives him a wink before closing her window and drawing her blinds. 

She goes to put her inhalers back in her bedside drawer and goes to pee. When she gets back to bed she finds that Harry sent her the pictures they took earlier. 

Harry: Dancing with you was heavenly, Ms. Sathish 💦

Layla: Don’t use this emoji 💦

Harry: 💦💦💦🤤🤤🤤 these are the only two emojis that express how I felt. Sue me. 

Layla: Maybe you should save this emoji 💦 for when you really mean it. Don’t want you to have an earth shattering experience and not have an emoji to express that now do we?

Harry: You may be right. I’ll save 💦 for the earth shattering experience you’ve promised me. What do you think I should use for now?

Layla: How about 🍆🍑?

Harry: 🍆🍑 it is. 

Layla: See you tomorrow.

Harry: Goodnight 

////

The sky turns a deep violet as the four head towards Smoky Mountain. Their bags were stuffed in the back of Abi’s SUV. They left the house around eight. Anne couldn’t join them but was more than delighted to have some alone time at home. Vasanth and Abi sat in the front, and Layla and Harry were curled up in the backseat - Harry cuddling Layla’s arm and she rested her head on his shoulder, a blanket thrown across them- snoozing away. Layla’s Gameboy Advanced was on her lap. They were both playing - well, Layla was playing and Harry was watching - a link to the past before sleep found them.

“Awfully quiet, since those two feel asleep, huh. They sure look cosy,” Vasanth says softly, so he won’t wake the two up, to his wife.

“Yeah. They’re dating now.”

“What now?” Vasanth says a little loudly.

“Shh,” Abi swats at his shoulder, “don’t wake them up. She told me last night when she got home. They both like each other and decided to go out and see what happens.”

“What were you doing up last night?”

“I was craving some pickles and peanut butter and I was eating them at the island when she walked in.”

“Did she figure it out?”

“She asked me why pickles and I shrugged it off. We didn’t have much time to talk, she’s been holed up in her room all day trying to finish her final draft, so she could email the editors of the journal. Didn’t even step out of her room. I had to drag her downstairs to eat.”

“She will catch on pretty soon though. We’ve got to tell her.”

“Yeah. I was thinking we tell her tomorrow after the spa. No way we’re gonna keep this from her for the next two weeks.”

“I bet she’s gonna freak. I’m sure,” Vasanth chuckles. “How did their date go, by the way?”

“She told me she had so much fun. She really likes him.”

“I’m glad she’s living life. But on the other hand, I really don’t like the idea of her dating. What if she ends up having her heart brok-”

“Vasanth, try to live in the moment, yeah,” Abi gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Okay. I don’t know how I feel about those two sharing a room for a weekend, now that they’re dating.”

“Oh my god, she’s twenty two. Stop it. They are both grown adults. As long as it’s all consensual and respectful. Plus, it's a room with two twin beds, it’s not like they're gonna wake up snuggled around each other.”

“They could-”

“-and if they do, it’s their call. Not ours.”

“I suppose you are right.”

“Yeah. Almost five years of marriage and you ‘suppose’ your wife’s right?” Abi smirks.

“Okay okay. My wife is one hundred percent right,” Vasanth sticks out his tongue at her and she giggles.

“We’re here.”

“Kids, get up, we're here!” Vasanth yells, making the two at the backseat jerk awake.

////

“Okay, so there’s a small hitch,” Vasanth says, coming up to the two who were standing groggily in the lounge with all of their bags.

“What happened?” Harry asks as Layla yawns.

“There’s been some kind of a mix up with the online booking. They don’t have a room with two twin beds available.”

“Do we have to room with you guys? Can’t they give us some other room?” Layla says.

“Abi is talking to the receptionist. They only have two rooms with a double bed. So, here’s what I’m thinking, girls take one and the boys can-”

“Here you two go,” Abi cuts him off and hands the key card to Layla. “You two bunk together. Our rooms are right next to each other.” The last part was more so directed towards her husband. “Let’s go get some shut eye. We have to be at the trail by 5:30 tomorrow,” she winks at Harry and Layla and with that they head to the third floor.

Layla carries both her bag and Abi’s despite Harry and her uncle’s protests.

“Goodnight you two,” Vasanth says as he gets into the room. The two mutter their goodnights and open the door to their room.

////

“Her parents are gonna kill me, if they ever find out.” Vasanth mutters as he takes off his clothes and rummages around in his bag to find his pjs.

Abi giggles from the bathroom. She walks towards the bed, with a toothbrush in her mouth, “only if someone tells them. Layla’s not gonna say and neither are we,” she winks at him.

“I’m sure as hell not gonna.”

////

Layla walks out from the bathroom after taking a shower and doing her night time skin routine. She put on her power rangers night clothes and her hair in a messy bun. 

“Bathroom’s all yours,” she says, pointing to the door.

Harry nods, gathers his things and walks inside. Layla feels a bit shy. She’s never shared a room with a boy before. She crawls on the bed and starts scrolling through her social media and answers some of the texts in her friend group’s group chat. 

“Hey Lails,” Harry says, poking his face out the door.

“Yeah?”

“I didn’t bring my moisturiser. Can I use yours?”

“Sure. It’s the Patanjali tube, the one with a picture of an aloe vera on the front. It’s in my toiletry bag.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

He comes out a few minutes later, “I can take the sofa, if you want. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable all night,” he says pointing at a small couch placed in the corner of the room.

“Nonsense. Plenty of space here. Come on,” she pats the unoccupied side of the bed.

Harry turns off the lights. “I can’t seem to figure out how to turn down the AC, earlier. I hope you are okay with this temperature,” he says, climbing in. 

“I’ll manage. You have enough space?” 

“Yeah. Do you?”

“Hmm... ‘ night, Har.”

“Sweet dreams, Lails.”

They both drift off facing away from each other.

////

Layla stretches. Her joints crack. She feels something, or someone to her left, so she’s unable to twist her body.

“Christ. You’re like a snake,” Harry whispers, voice deep and raspy.

She immediately opens her eyes to find her face planted in Harry’s neck, his arm under her head, both on their sides facing each other. Their legs intertwined.

She pulls her head back a little so they are eye to eye, “I’ll have you know, it is the best way to wake up.”

“That so?”

Layla nods, wiggling her feet. “Why am I wearing socks?”

“Oh, umm… I rolled over to your side twenty minutes ago and your feet were like ice cubes against my shin. I was worried you were super cold and I tried toying with the AC remote but I couldn’t get it to a lower temperature. So I put some of my socks on you, hope you don’t mind.”

“How sweet,” Layla whispers and puts her arm on his shoulder and scratches the hair at the back of his head. “My feet and hands get super cold all the time even at the slightest drop in temperature. See,” she says, and moves her hand from his scalp to the back of his neck and he yelps, making her chuckle. “I don’t like wearing socks to bed. I find it very restricting. Don’t like the feeling of my feet being trapped.”

“Oh sorry-”

“No, don’t be. You didn’t know,” she hooking her big toe in each and dragging them off of her feet, getting rid of them both. "Now, where were we?” she says smiling up at Harry.

“Talking about the best ways to wake up,” Harry says, reaching to brush some of the messy locks of hair away from her face. He cups the side of her face with his palm and brushes her cheek with his thumb. Butterflies erupt in Layla’s tummy, her heart races.

“Oh yeah, what are the others?” she asks coyly.

“I think you know,” he says, bringing his face closer to hers, his thumb brushing her lips.

Layla brings her hand from the back of his neck to the collar of his t-shirt and she balls some of it up, gripping it tightly as she moves closer to him. Harry could feel her breath on his face, Layla could feel Harry’s heart beat picking up.

“Why don’t you show me?” She says, close to his face. Noses touching, lips a centimetre away from each other. Harry pulls her forward with the hand of his cheek, lips almost touching, his green orbs not leaving her dark brown ones. Their eyes flutter close as their lips meet.

Three sharp knocks on the door make them jump.

“Kutti? I think I put my Aquatouch in your bag,” her uncle’s voice floats through the door.

“Christ what is with your folks interrupting every time we try to kiss,” Harry mutters quietly and sighs.

“Sorry,” Layla mutters and kisses the tip of his nose.

“Kutti,” Vasanth says and softly knocks again.

“One minute!” She huffs and gets up, throwing the duvet to the side and walks to the door.

She unlocks the door to let him in, rubbing her eyes.

“You just woke up?”

“Yeah. Why is your shaver in my bag?” she asks.

“I grabbed it at the last minute and stuffed it into some bag in a hurry. It wasn’t in mine or Abi’s,” he shrugs. “Morning, Harry,” he nods at him.

“Good morning,” he says from the bed. 

“Here,” Layla pulls out his Aquatouch from a side zipper and hands it to her uncle.

“Come on, kids. Get ready. It’s almost five. We have to be at the trail in half an hour.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Layla says as she opens the door. Her uncle leaves. 

“Yet another attempt thwarted again,” she says as she interlocks her fingers and stretches her arms up her head standing on her toes.

She notices Harry smiling. 

“What?”

“Nothing. Just- you were wearing the same thing when I first saw you.”

Layla smirks, crawling up the bed. She sits on her heels, “you know, plenty of ways to sneak off during the hike.” She says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I suppose you are right,” he sits up suddenly. “Come on woman, we have a hike to get to.”

Layla laughs as she walks into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

The interruption was a blessing in disguise. Now you won’t have to worry about morning breath the first time you kiss, she thinks to herself. Harry walks in the bathroom and grabs his toothbrush too, smiling at her almost like he was thinking along the same lines.

COME SAY HI!

[aquagustd]

Hellllllloooo yussie 😈 I'm back I missed you ���� so here we go (≧∇≦) this all really got my boobie double to Niagara fall

I love the way junho said you are matching the coach mama!! In teasing way (should have said u are so sexy mama 🙈🙈 if oc would have been my mama I would I have just gone for it) “yes. Show them how the jeons do it“. like WHYY this sounds so hot 🥵🥵

About hoeseok I guess he is from his enemy side of this same durg dealing business and he happened to not like it or someone from where oc gets helps YK 👀 likes what if he has something to do with her addiction and this is what a something~something that 🥴🥴

Is seojoon someone we suspect 👀

OMG yas this moment I was waiting for junho have two dads ✨✨ ✨ that's it happy ending yay !!!

Unfortunately~ 😔

(But in serious note how understanding he is and soo cute 🥺 like they way he get so easily comfortable with this omg)

I think in my opinion taehyung and junho having more passionate fatherly son relation than his so-called useless father Like how loving caring he is with him from day one and so deeply unlike just showing off and spoiling with gifts won't make him a great father or even just a father Like the affection care and respect that needs and I think what tae said about his father being same as junho's indicated that he has gone somthing similar like this in his childhood separation of parents and his father putting her mother to all this problems and stuffs 🙃 what exactly Jungkook is doing with oc

I mean he can see himself in junho isn't he see his inner child in him what he lost somthing something👀....I knew it jk and stinky snoree 🦨 aren't any engaged it was JUST for DamN show the ring 💍 she removed was all the show thingy I knew knew it.

Honestly Jungkook is getting pathetic for me day by day idk 😐 I can't take him what he has done to oc is not acceptable how can people be so blind we can clearly see he have put oc through lot of trauma that how scared she is in now from the day one and how he left her with nothing she did Eveything with herself he put oc in emotionally mentally and physically lot more pain 😭😭 he is toxic like how do you think they can be even together if they ever it's gonna be hell of toxic of them do you think a man like Jungkook (now) deserves oc nah ❌❌❌

Jungkook x stinking snore prefect for eachother they deserved somthing like themselves Can he leaves Eveything behind and move on can't is it easy noo even if he do so what next can he do something else I don't think Because can jk give oc and junho a normal happy life NOPES 🙅🏻‍♀️

~ A cheese 🧀 anon

hey cheesy 🥰 niagara falls lmao 💀💀 byeeee if anyone calls oc sexy it should be tae 😌 or jk 🫣

YESS imagine jk saying that ??? like it’d be so hot coming out of his mouth I AM DONE SORRY

anyway yeah hoseok - another character we don’t know much about yet ☝🏻 except that he and oc were a lil frisky in the past 👀 seojoon…is someone we suspect in a different way tho. that’s all i’m saying.

OH MY GOD NOT ME GASPING YES YES YES !! tae & junho have a better relationship than jk & junho. even if junho doesn’t know it yet 😭 you cannot be a good father by buying gifts. spoiling them with riches. jungkook doesn’t know that ✋🏻. the scene with tae & junho in the pool was important. but no one spoke about it much 😔 where he admitted that his dad was similar to jks. he wasn’t present. that could be one of the reasons why he was so persistent on helping oc & junho any way he can. junho needs love, care and attention. tae is giving both oc & her son all that 😭 like you guys don’t understand. it’s not another man’s duty to take care of someone else’s child but tae is doing it. y/n AND junho is important to him. that’s a real man right there. he is SO underrated 😭😭😭

not snore lmfaooooo 🦨 exactly where’d her ring go ?? 🤨 yeah i’m glad you’re seeing clearly !! he put her through so much. he has some major cleaning up to do if he ever wants her back 😟 but it’s the audacity for me. knowing what he did yet still showing his face ?? naurrr

[linh-song]

Marellinh Headcanons (Assorted Variety)

I was feeling sad so I came up with some Marellinh headcanons to make me feel better (it worked)

The two are best friends before they start dating

Marella is the one who holds Linh and lets her sob into her shoulder every night after Tam is kidnapped by Gisela

And when people scream at Marella for being a pyrokinetic and tell her she’s worse than the prisoners in exile, Linh is there, her normal calm and serene demeanor replaced with eyes burning with hatred

People learn to not talk bad about Marella, because Linh is somehow always there, listening, and ready to yell at them for 40 minutes about why they’re wrong and why Marella is an amazing person

So the two slowly start to fall in love with each other, but don’t even realize it, thinking those weird butterflies are just “oh I just really care about my friend because they’re awesome”

Then one day they’re training their abilities together and Linh just sweeps Marella up into her arms and kisses her

Linh blushes red and is about to apologize when Marella pulls her into another kiss

After that, they’re both like oh, so that’s what those feelings are

They never really tell the rest of the gang that they’re dating, and instead just constantly hold hands and stare at each other affectionately

The squad kind of just assume that the two are together, and they are indeed correct

On a dare they get matching tattoos on the inside of their wrists

(Keefe did them)

Linh’s is a little ball of fire and Marella’s is a ball of water

Whenever they’re apart they just look at the tattoos and smile

It becomes a bit of a habit for Linh to rub the tattoo whenever she feels stressed or sad, and Marella likes to wear shirts with shorter sleeves so that she can easily see it throughout the day and be reminded of Linh

When Marella introduces Linh to her parents, her mother ends up having an episode and Linh calms her down by humming softly and creating water animals in the air

Marella knows that she’s wholeheartedly in love with Linh after that, her heart belongs to Linh and only Linh

And after that Marella’s parents basically adopt Linh as their child, she’s a part of the family now

Linh has a lower body temperature and her hands are almost always cold to the touch while Marella, because of her pyrokinesis, runs a higher temperature than most elves

This dynamic is perfect for hand holding and hugs and kisses and all that jazz

(Linh sometimes compares being around Marella like sitting next to a warm, crackling fireplace on a cold winter night, and Marella says holding Linh is like the cool refreshing ocean breeze on a hot summer day)

little spoon!Marella and big spoon!Linh just hello it’s too cute??? And Marella curls herself into Linh and falls asleep the happiest person in the world?

Marella and Princess Purryfins are probably BFFS okay you can’t tell me otherwise

Like, Marella will be like, “I’ve got a date tonight!” and everyone’s like “Cool tell Linh I said hi” and then Marella’s like “What no I’m pet sitting Princess Purryfins tonight. I bought a cool new laser pointer and we’re gonna have a blast-”

Linh’s brain short circuits every time she see’s Marella cuddling her murcat

And them bonding over their powerful elemental abilities?

Like, they go to the beach one day (or something) and Linh has a panic attack because even though she’s proved she can keep her ability in check time and time again, a tiny part of her brain still hears the call of the water and remembers all those times when she was younger and lost control and she’s so afraid

Marella also has nightmares where she’s consumed by the fire and can’t do anything as she watches herself call down Everblaze and she’s shaking and curled into a little ball and Linh just wraps her arms around her and just holds her rocking both of them gently back and forth

And Marella just leads her away and they lightleap to Fluttermont where they eat tubs of ice cream together in a pillow fort and Marella reminds Linh of all the amazing and wonderful things she’s done and how she saved Atlantis and thousands of people from drowning and Linh calms down and thinks that maybe there is a little truth to Marella’s words

Movie dates-

They probably snuggle up together with blankets and popcorn together every Friday night and watch movies together

Whenever it’s Marella’s turn to pick a movie, she always chooses a comedy because Linh’s smile is the most breathtaking thing she’s ever seen

Sometimes they stay up really late watching movies and Marella falls asleep curled on the couch with her head on Linh’s lap and Linh just sits there stroking Marella’s hair and Marella looks so beautiful and at peace and Linh feels drunk on happiness

Also- what if... like you know how Thor in Age of Ultron (I think?? Or was it in tdw-) has a strand of Loki’s hair braided into his?

Yeah so that but with Marellinh

They both get a strand of the other’s hair in a little braid so that they’ll always be together even when they’re apart-

Ajlfhlahdkkaajhdkahfhkqhslha I love this ship so much okay byeeee

[benhardyisdaddy]

must be a dream - part 1

MASTERLIST 

(this is my first ever 6U fic with billy so plz dont judge if its bad hahaha i hope u like it! ALSOOO i needed a last name for billy so i just used jones lolol okay byeeee) 

Word Count: 3,221

Description: what happens when you run into your “dead” boyfriend at the park?

“I love you.” 

Those three tiny words held so much meaning to you. Your boyfriend, Billy, made sure to constantly remind you of how much he loves… loved you. He always had a sweet, soft smile on his face when the words slipped from his lips. On this specific occasion, you were on your back with Billy’s bare chest pressed against yours. 

You’re both breathing heavily as your naked bodies are tangled together. Your hand was caressing his cheek as he moves his head to kiss your palm. You smile up at him as he stares into your eyes - his green orbs almost hypnotizing. He speaks those three words and you believe every ounce of it as your heart flutters. 

“I love you more.” you whisper back. 

He grins big and shakes his head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his face falls as he fights back a wave of tears. He blinks them away, but not before you notice the change of expression. You knit your brows as you grab his face and make him look at you. 

“Hey,” you say softly. “What’s wrong?” 

Billy just forces a smile as he shakes his head. 

“I’m fine.” he says fast. 

He leans down and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him as he leaves tiny, gentle kisses all over your shoulder. He’s so warm and comforting - you don’t want him to get up. As if reading your mind, he sits up and sadly smiles. 

“I have to go.” he whispers. 

You shake your head fast and wrap your arms around him even tighter. You look pathetically sad as you whine. 

“No! Not yet! Maybe you can reschedule for tomorrow?” you ask with puppy dog eyes. 

It takes everything in Billy to not fall to his knees and do exactly as you say. You were his kryptonite, his weakness. He had done anything and everything for you - except this. 

“Baby,” he whispers. “I have to go. They’re… They’re waiting for me.”

You frown even harder as you slowly rub your hand up and down his arm. 

“I don’t want you to go.” you say quietly. 

His heart breaks right then and there. I don’t want to go either, he wants to say, but he doesn’t. 

“I hate that this is your job.” you say, referring to his heists. 

Billy takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes.

“I’ll be...fine.” he says hesitantly. 

“Promise?” you ask as you hold up your pinky finger. 

This was yours and Billy’s way of trust. You don’t ever, ever break a pinky swear. He started this when you first started dating and it’s stuck ever since. Billy opens his eyes and his voice gets stuck in his throat as he stares at your pinky. He tenses his jaw and slowly reaches his hand out. 

If he makes a promise, he’d break it. If he doesn’t make the promise, you’d know something was wrong. He takes in a deep breath as his pinky wraps around yours. You break out into a huge grin and his heart skips a beat. Remember this smile, he reminds himself. 

“Alright, you promised. You can’t break it now.” 

Billy tries to smile as he nods. You lean up and kiss him once more. He gives you a quick peck to your cheek as he jumps up from bed and starts getting around. You’re lying there with the sheet wrapped around you as you watch him. He slips his shoes on and he’s finished. He turns around to slowly look at you. He looks you up and down and wants to back out of everything right now. You just sweetly smile and sit up. 

“You better not forget to kiss me bye.” you tease. 

Billy swallows hard as he walks over to you. You’re smiling like a little kid as he bends down and cups your face. He kisses you, but this kiss is different. It’s slow and sweet as he savors every last ounce of it. He wants to remember what your lips feel like, taste like. He wants to remember how soft your skin felt on his fingers. He wants to remember what your slight moans sound like as the kiss deepens. He just wants to remember… Needs to remember. Billy leans away as he rests his forehead against yours. You graze your finger against his bottom lip as he smiles. 

“I have to go.” he whispers. 

“I know.” you whisper back. “Please be careful.” 

All he can do is tense his jaw and force a sweet smile as he nods. He stands back up and turns around as he walks to the front door. You’re still watching him sadly as he grabs his backpack and swings it on his shoulder. He opens the front door and steps out. He turns around to look back at you. A tear trickles down his cheek, but you don’t notice it. 

“I love you.” he says loudly, thankful that his voice didn’t crack. 

You place your hand over your heart and smile. 

“I love you more.” 

Billy then places his hand over his heart as well and smiles. He gives you a slight wink as he slowly shuts the door behind him. Once it’s closed, he walks away and leans against the wall. His eyes are squeezed closed as tears finally pour out. He tries to catch his breath as his body trembles. He wants to run back into the room with you, but he can’t. 

“It’ll get easier.” 

Billy looks up fast and takes in a sharp breath as One is stood in the hallway with sunglasses on. His voice is flat as he looks down at his watch and then back up. 

“Listen, can we please have this life changing moment while we walk to the car?” 

Billy walks past him and gives him a death glare. One just smiles as he follows behind him. 

“This better be fucking worth it.” hisses Billy. 

One takes in a deep breath and pats him on the back. 

“Watch.” 

***

10 Hours Later 

Billy isn't home yet and you were beside yourself. You had called everyone you knew and were pacing around your apartment and shaking like crazy. This wasn’t like him. He always came home when he promised you he would. This wasn’t like him. 

You were currently on the phone with the police as they were trying to calm you down. They tried telling you that maybe he was just late. Maybe he got caught up with something and forgot to call. You tried to file a missing persons report, but they wouldn’t allow you. He hasn’t been gone long enough. You were about to freak out on the woman over the phone, but she interrupted with an almost slight gasp. 

“Ma’am?” she asks fast. “Ma’am, was your boyfriend’s last name Jones? Billy Jones?” 

You freeze and your whole body begins to go numb. Your throat is dry as you just nod. You realize she can’t see you as you close your eyes and whisper. 

“Yes.” 

Your voice was so tiny. The woman just sighs and you can tell she’s about to say something that you don’t want to hear. 

“Miss y/l/n,” she starts with a sad voice. “Ma’am, we have a deputy dispatched and on his way to your home. Can you please stay on the line with me until he gets there?” 

“Why are cops coming over? Where’s Billy?” you shout. “How did you find out his last name!? Where’s Billy!?” you scream as your face turns red. 

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at you door as a man yells out that it’s the police. You keep the phone on your ear as you walk over and look through the peephole. You slowly open the door and watch as two male cops looks beyond sad and distressed. 

“Miss y/l/n?” he asks with a soft voice. “I am so terribly sorry-” 

The cop didn’t even get to finish his sentence when suddenly the phone you’re holding slips from your hand and hits the floor. Your face is in complete shock as their voices become mere background noise. A loud buzzing fills your head as you feel like you can’t breathe. You take a few steps back and shake your head no. 

Suddenly, the word dead is all you hear and you snap. You cover your mouth with your shaky hands and allow tears to pour down. You squeeze your eyes shut as your knees give away. They buckle under you as you fall to them. You hunch over and wrap your arms around yourself. 

“No, no, no!” you scream out. 

The officers hurry to you and fall to their knees as they try to help. 

“Please, no!” 

It hurt. Every inch of your body… Your heart. It all throbbed. It was like a nightmare had come true. Billy’s dead, Billy’s dead, Billy’s dead. That’s the only thought racing through your mind. What you would do for another day with him. What you would do to feel his touch one more time. What you would do to just have him be okay.

***

1 Year and 3 Months Later

“Those disguises are fucking awful.” says Billy. 

The group was on a mission that happened to be back in his hometown. Everywhere he looks it reminds him of you. He’s been in an awful mood ever since they landed here. More hot headed than usual. He’s been drinking more and hoping it will help him not to be constantly reminded of you every waking second. He regrets what he did. He regrets faking his death. He regrets seeing his funeral and having to watch you catch your breath as you cry. He regrets leaving you. He hates himself for it and he always will.

He is now currently walking through a large park that the two of you always went to with Seven next to him. Seven’s been the only one to help him with everything. He hasn’t been on the team long, but Billy’s already so close to him. 

“Why is it that I get a costume and you don’t?” asks Seven to Billy. 

He just laughs and shrugs. 

“Guess One wants to utilize my good looks.” he jokes. 

The speaker in their ears crackle on as One speaks. 

“Excuse me, ladies? Can we please stay on track and, ya know, find the bad guys?” 

They both roll their eyes as they continue walking around a large fountain that’s in the middle of the park. 

“I don’t see any sign of them.” says Two through the earpiece. 

“Maybe they’re in horrible costumes too.” Three says snarky. 

“Four, you see anything? Anything that might even look weird or suspicious?” asks One. 

Billy shakes his head as he scans around some more. There’s a playground just beside him as he looks through it. He doesn’t spot who he needs to see. 

“No, I don’t see any-”

He freezes. 

“Four, you still there?” asks Five. 

Seven looks over to him confused. 

“Four, what’s wrong?” 

His eyes follow his line of sight and he freezes as well. He sees you. You’re at the playground with two other women. The three of you are laughing as you watch tiny kids run around. There’s a stroller perched in front of you as you look down in front of it and smile widely. You’re making silly faces as you bend down and slowly pick up a small baby in your arms. 

Billy stops breathing. The baby was six months old and had Billy’s identical green eyes and blonde hair. He swears up and down that she could be his twin. You hold the sweet baby close to you and kiss the top of her head. She’s laughing at you as you stand up with her. 

“Four,” Seven says fast. “We need to go. I know what you’re thinking. We need to go.” 

Billy can’t move. He’s in a trance as he watches you walk around and kiss the babies chubby cheeks. You look so happy with her. You’re still so beautiful and he wants to so badly rush over and hug you. You were just right there. So close, yet so far away. 

“What’s going on?” asks Two. 

“Yeah. Can someone keep the rest of us informed?” asks One. 

“It’s…” Seven trails off. “It’s her.” 

That’s all he has to say and they automatically know. 

“Get him out of there!” yells One. “Now!” 

“Come one, Four. We have to go!” 

Billy just keeps his eyes on you as Seven grabs his wrist and tries to drag him away. Billy’s not fighting him, but he’s still frozen in place. Suddenly, you spot the movement from the corner of your eye as you turn with a smile still on your face. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the two men that are staring your way. 

At first, you’re a bit worried by it, but suddenly… Suddenly, your eyes land on Billy. Your smile falls as your eyes lock. You feel like you can’t breath as you just stare at him. You’re dreaming, you tell yourself. You’re just imagining it. That’s not really him. You blink a few times and open your eyes once more. He’s still standing there. You take a step forward and find yourself breathing hard. 

“Billy?” you whisper. 

“Four, we have to go!” harshly whispers Seven. 

“Four, I swear to god, if you get caught, I will kill you myself!” shouts One in the earpiece. 

“I have a baby…” whispers Billy. 

Everyone goes silent. 

“Shit.” One barely whispers. 

You find yourself slowly walking forward. Billy’s not disappearing, so that must be a good sign. Right? This wasn’t like the other times. You could have sworn you saw him on the other side of the street or right outside your apartment window. He was actually standing there. You shake your head as you get closer and eventually you’re stood right in front of him. You didn’t know what to say. Your throat was dry as tears pour down your face. Billy’s crying too as his eyes are locked with yours. You find yourself shaking your head and almost laughing. 

“You’re dead.” you whisper. 

It’s almost comical to you now. 

“I’ve actually lost my mind.” you laugh out. “You’re dead!” you say a bit louder, your face now serious. 

Billy says nothing as he just stares at you with sad eyes. 

“Am I dreaming?” you ask.

He slowly shakes his head no. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. Your baby has her head on your chest as she’s dozing off. Billy looks to her and can’t fight back a smile. 

“I don’t understand what’s happening.” you whisper. 

Just then, you begin taking steps backwards. You’re shaking your head as you stare at him and Seven cautiously. 

“I’m going crazy.” you whisper. “You’re not really here. I’m going crazy.” 

You turn around and go to walk away, but not before Billy reaches out and grabs your free hand. You gasp at his touch as you fly back around. Your eyes are wide as he stares down at your hand holding his. Your chin is quivering as your face scrunches up. You’ve missed his touch so much. You forgot how comforting and warm it is. You shake your head as you look up to him, tears pouring down. 

“It’s me.” he whispers. 

“Four, we have to go.” Seven says with a dark tone. 

Seven gives you a sympathetic look as he tugs on Billy’s arm. 

“Go home and stay there, okay!?” calls out Billy as he’s walking away backwards. “Just promise me you’ll go there and stay?!”

Just then, Billy holds up his pinky and you feel like you could faint. That’s when you know it really is him. You're sobbing now as you shakily hold up your pinky as well. Billy’s face falls into a huge grin as he stares at you until he’s gone. You still don’t understand what’s happening. Maybe you really were in a dream. You find yourself wiping your eye and hurrying back to the stroller. The mother’s you came with all look worried and confused by your teary eyed expression. 

You explain to them that you need to go home and say it’s a family emergency. They hug you goodbye as you speed walk back to the apartment just down the block. You get inside and close the door. You lock it fast and quietly lay your baby down for a nap. She looks so peaceful as you smile and kiss her forehead. She looks so much like Billy that it almost broke your heart. 

“Billy’s dead.” you whisper to yourself. “They saw him fall. He’s dead.” 

You wait at your apartment just like he had told you too. You lay down on your bed and close your eyes. If this was a dream, maybe you could finally wake up from it. Dreaming of Billy was the worst thing ever. The two of you would be together and laughing and the next thing you know, you’re waking up by yourself and with the feeling of utter loneliness. You would have rather fallen asleep and stayed asleep. 

At least you felt that way until Stella was born. You found out you were pregnant with Billy’s baby a month after he had died… Or at least you thought he did. It was the happiest yet saddest time of your life. You got to be a mother to a beautiful baby girl, but you were still losing Billy. Mixed emotions had become your constant state of mind. 

You’re still lying in bed and realize you must have dozed off. You sit up and look over to the crib where Stella was and realize she’s still asleep. You smile at her as you lay back down and stretch. Your mind goes to Billy as you feel yourself about to cry again. Maybe it had all been a dream. Or maybe you really were crazy. Whatever it was, that wasn’t really him. He’s not here. He’s dead-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK 

Your eyes go wide as you sit up fast in bed. Someone was at your door. You slowly stand to your feet and don’t move. You listen closely and slightly jump when there’s another knock. You’re almost trembling as you slowly tiptoe over to the door. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath before leaning forward and looking out the peephole. Something was covering it and blocking you from seeing out. Your heart was now racing as you were scared. You close your eyes and call out. 

“Who is it!?” 

There’s silence for a moment before someone speaks out.

“You kept the promise!” 

Your eyes go wide as you take in a sharp breath. It couldn’t be… You must still be dreaming. You quickly unlock the door and fling it open. In front of you is stood Billy with a small smile on his face. You can’t look away from him until five others begin standing behind him with awkward smiles on their faces too. You gulp as you look back to him and then it happens. What you thought would happen to you at the park finally did. 

Everything goes white and you pass out.

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[itsmydreamlifethings]

Henry Cavill Discovers a “Special Bed Kink”.

I hope ya’ll truly ready for this filth. (Is it normal to have such a filthy mind?? 🤣Please don’t judge LOL.) WARNINGS: All of them. SUPER SMUT/PORN. FILTH. LANGUAGE. NO MINORS ALLOWED. 18+ ONLY. ALSO, IT MIGHT MAKE YOU NEED TO SHOWER AFTER YOU READ IT. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 🤣 ALSO: THIS INCLUDES UNPROTECTED SEX BUT BE SMART AND USE PROTECTION, GUYS. FOR REAL. ---REBLOGS ALLOWED. NO POSTING ELSEWHERE! NOW....BYEEEE...GO READ 🤣  Stores are shutting down. Times are uncertain and there’s nothing much to do but stay home and....fuck. (ya’ll can relate, right?)  You and Henry have been going at it so much, his box of condoms are depleted. Still, after a heavy make-out session that brought you to the extremes, you both decided to go at it without a condom. You’ve been together for a year anyway and you know you’re the soul mates you’ve been desperately searched for.

You’ve been going at it for hours, Henry’s pumping so erratic and animalistic, you’re screaming and moaning his name. The sheets are wrapped around you, and you are both going to be spent after this. Henry’s grunts are loud and tension filled, his hot breath caressing your face as his thrusts are deeper and stronger.

“Baby, I’m about to cum,” he whispers in between grunts. “Should I pull out?”

Under normal circumstances, you’d say yes, but this is the first time you’ve had sex with Henry without a condom. And....it’s fucking amazing (duh). He was always good, but without a rubber, holy shit, you can feel him fuck you so raw, so deep, and you can literally sense his veins, his erection hard as a rock as it hits every nerve ending inside you. Even his head, round and thick, feels completely different now. This shit has got you lost in ecstasy you’ve never felt before. All logic and reason has left you.  All you can feel is his heavy body fucking you senseless into the mattress. So you whisper back, “Whatever you want, baby. Do whatever you want to me.”

Well, that shit just turned Henry on even more and as his orgasm builds up, all of his doubts elope. He wants to fill you, to cum so deep inside you that the thought of his seed spewing in you simply drives him off the edge. It takes him four deep thrusts, an animalistic growl erupting from his chest as he pounds his orgasm inside you, his seed releasing like a fire hose.

He finishes and leaves his dick inside you for a few long minutes, the room filled with only your heavy breathing now. He slightly rolls off you, still leaving one arm around you. He realizes he is so big that he could crush you if he just let his entire weight stay on top of you.

“Fuck, that was soooo good,” he murmurs, his fingers playing with strands of your hair. You can only smile, still struggling for air and basking in the aftermath of your orgasms.

“Baby, I tried to, but I couldn’t pull out. I cummed in you.” His voice is worried, hoping you wouldn’t be mad even though you gave him permission to.

“Hmm-hmm,” you answer, the mere mention of him saying ‘he cummed in you’ sending tingles down your back. “I know, I feel you on my thighs now.”

His interest is piqued and he props himself on one elbow. “You can?” He eyes your legs and pussy, curious and interested.

“Yeah,” you giggle.

“Hmm....can I feel?”

His breathing has stabilized a bit, but his tone is now deep and sultry again. He sees you nod and he brings his large hand between your legs, shuffling closer so he can take a better look at the state he has left you in. His fingers caress your folds and then he notices his cum that is already dripping from you and down your thighs. He traces the warm liquid on your thigh, mesmerized as if the mere sight of his orgasm manifesting on your body is some metaphysical event.

“Hmmm,” he growls deeply, noticeably aroused again as you take a peek at his cock. Fucking hell, it’s growing hard again. “Is this me?” he asks.

“Well, it’s both of us, but it’s mostly you.” You take his hand and guide it up and down your thighs as you feel more of his seed trickling out of you. You’re a wet mess and you know these sheets are going to be washed ASAP.

Henry releases a grunt, sexy and lustful, his dick twitching as it grows another inch already. He props himself up now, resting on his knees. The sight of his juices running out of you have gotten him all kinds of fucked up. It surprises him. He never experienced this before, but the thought of and the sight of his cum on you, so lewdly dripping on your skin, is majorly turning him on. You’re surprised too. You never thought the look on Henry’s face as he smears his cum on your legs could ever EVER have you in such a state. But you are. Your puss muscles are literally aching again. You observe him as he’s lost in an ocean of his juices bathing on you, unable to move, or say a word, but to only enjoy his attention.

He brings both hands now onto your pussy, seeking more of the juices that keep dripping out of you. His fingers are soaked and something takes over him. His features are veiled with dark desire. He dabs the wetness on your belly, and literally begins to massage it on your stomach. His hands trail upward, smearing his cum onto your breast. Your nipples, round and erect, slide easily in and out of his fingers, Henry using his own heavenly juices to coat your skin.

You start to moan again. Fuck, he’s sleeking your whole body with his seed and you can think about is how fucking sexy that is. One hand trails up from your breast and up your neck, then his thumb strokes your bottom lip. He caresses it a few long seconds, then slides two fingers in your mouth.

“Taste me, baby,” he orders. “I want my cum to be everywhere...inside you and out.”

You do as he says and lick his fingers. They taste wet and salty. He repositions himself between your thighs, looking down avidly at your core. His hands return to your pussy and he wants nothing more but to see more of his cum.

“Hmmm...the thought of having myself all over you, inside and out, makes me want to rail you again.”

You whimper and mewl, unable to control your hips. They buck forward, your back arching and your core literally lunging toward him. “Then fill me again, baby.” “I never thought this could turn me on so much...” Henry grunts, his eyes blinking softly and his finger already penetrating you and pumping in and out. “I want to come all over you, baby. I want to smear it all on your skin. I want to cover you with my juices.”

And then, just like that, it’s on again. Henry has found a new bed kink, an obsession that he’s going to want to indulge as much as possible. And you, obviously, are going to let Daddy do whatever makes him happy. #Dead #Wet #Horny