#you don’t need to be knocking on my door 30 times in a row

[siriusfelis]

My dorms are haunted and the ghost won’t leave me alone can this ghost quit knocking on my door I can’t answer I’m busy making an infographic about pin-up art

[brnesblogposts]

you know who you are

pairing: matty healy x reader

I don’t agree with writing smut about real people so this is all fluff :>

reblogs appreciated if you enjoy :))

The vibration of your phone on your bedside table disturbed your sleep, as you whined and blindly grabbed for it; you were about to press cancel on whoever was calling you until you saw his name.

“Hi.” Suddenly you were chipper as you answered the call. “Hey, darlin’” Matty responded and then an awkward silence ensued until you spoke up again, “Is something up? Why are you ringing me at 3am? You okay?” Concern laced your voice,”I just can’t sleep, sorry I woke you but I was just wondering if you’re coming to the show tomorrow night? Or tonight now I guess” he laughed softly at his joke and you did too. What a dork.

“Yeah I’m in the stands though, by the time I got onto the website all the best tickets were gone, but don’t worry I’m sure you’ll be able to hear me cheering you on! I’ll be the loudest in the room!” You really did wish you managed to get front row tickets, but you’d support him from the stands and probably lose your voice in the process.

“Are you having a laugh? Y/n you’re one of my best friends you don’t need to buy tickets, you’re on the guest list..” There was humour in his voice and you could only imagine his grin, “Well. You’re welcome for the extra money I guess! Have a drink on me” The both of you laughing at your remark, “Sell those tickets alright? I don’t need you spending money on me, I’ll have a car pick you up a couple hours before the show so be ready by about six, yeah?” You nodded before realising he couldn’t see you.. face palm!... “Yes your majesty” you sassed back. “Oh Piss off, my girl deserves V.I.P. Treatment.” The way he said ‘my girl’ had you giddy, you were just very good friends though. Nothing more.

“I’ll let you get back to sleep now, Goodnight Y/n”

“Night, Matty” you replied quietly before putting your phone back on your bedside table and nodding off again.

………………

The next morning

Around seven hours after your sleep was disturbed by Matty you decided it was time to get up, at only 10am there was no rush so you made the most of your day and got some housework done.

Next time you look at your phone it’s about 3 so you decide to start getting ready; hair and makeup done it was now down to the outfit which was the most difficult part of this process. You decided on black trousers, a white dress shirt and your leather jacket. By the time you were done getting ready it was about 5:30 and there was a text waiting for you

‘Can’t wait to see you, been too long X.’

Matty was right, it had been at least a month since you’d seen him because you’d both been so busy with work.

‘See you soon! <33’ was your response. About ten minutes later there was a knock at your door, “Here to pick up Miss y/n?” The man asked, “That’s me! Thank you for this” you were sincere in your words, you really could’ve made your own way there but Matty wouldn’t of had any of it so you didn’t bother arguing when he said he was sending a car.

About 45 minutes later you arrived at the venue and with the flash of his badge your driver continued on until coming to a halt at the back and getting out to open your door. “Thank you so much” You flashed a smile and headed for the entrance, “Band and staff only, please” the brooding guard did not move a single muscle as he barred you from entering. You simply huffed and walked away to make a phone call.

“Hey it’s me” you felt bad asking for help but how else were you gonna get in the building? “Hi, You okay?” was her response and you quickly put her worries to rest “Yeah I’m fine but the security guard won’t let me in, Charli can you sneak out and come get me? I want to surprise the guys and they’re probably busy with soundcheck so I don’t want to distu-“ Charli cut you off before you could finish rambling, “I’ll be there in a second, take a breath!” She laughed before hanging up.

The door swung open to the guards surprise and Charli came running out grabbing you in a tight hug, “Y/n I’ve missed you so much! Way too much testosterone in there” With that you both let out a laugh before turning and taking her hand while she walked you to the green room.

“Guess who I’ve found!” She announced before stepping aside and letting you move forward, a chorus of “Y/N!!” Sounded before you were taken into a crushing hug, the perpetrators beard tickling the side of your face. “Hi Ross!” You squealed as he released you from his arms and before you could breathe the same thing happened with Hann and George, “Don’t break her guys” Charli intervened. There was someone missing, the person you wanted to hug most (no offence to the rest of them, but this one was special) “Where’s Healy?” You inquired. “Havin’ a shit” Ross answered you before you all grimaced, “Tmi” Charli whined but before anyone else could say anything you heard a dramatic gasp from the doorway

You turned around to find a curly headed man staring at you, a smile plastered on his face. Before you knew it he was picking you up and twirling you around as he hugged you “My darling Y/n!” He set you back down on the floor but his hands remained respectfully on your hips, “Hello!” You squealed before hugging him again.

“Did you get over here alright?” He asked with genuine concern and you assured him you did. “I had to go rescue her from outside because the security guard wouldn’t let her in!” Charli interrupted and Matty turned to face you, “Why didn’t you call me, I would’ve rescued the damsel in distress”

“I didn’t want to disturb you if you were practicing and I wanted to surprise you and the guys together, didn’t work anyway ‘cos you weren’t even here”

“I was-“ Before he could finish he was interrupted by Ross “Havin’ a poo!” He laughed. And Matty smacked his arm.

“You look lovely by the way, I wonder who your style inspo’ was for tonight” He raised a brow,“Timotheé Chalamet” You snarked back with a straight face. “Alright, you can go home now.” He stated and turned away but you grabbed his arm and turned him back to you, “I was kidding, obviously! You are my only style inspo’ Matty, promise.” You patted his cheek and went to sit down on one of the sofas.

“Where’s Carly, Hann?” You looked at the man and asked, “She stayed back with the baby who isn’t feeling too well right now” He smiled back “Sending all my love to baby Hann and also to Carly because I miss her.” You frowned and then smiled at Hann. Matty came and squeezed between where you and Ross were sitting on the sofa and earned a glance from his best friend, “What?” He scoffed and lay his chin on your head taking in the smell of your shampoo, “Jealous much” was Ross’s reply and Matty defended himself, “I’m sorry” he exaggerated “that I missed my near and dear friend who I have not seen in over a month!” He rolled his eyes.

“You know the rest of us haven’t seen her either but we aren’t sniffing her hair” Charli spoke back straight faced “Piss off the lot of you” Matty said as he hid in your hair and you just laughed at their antics, you missed this.

About half an hour of just catching up and talking passed, Matty glued to your side the whole time, before the guys needed to head to stage, “Can I just put you in my pocket and take you out there with me?” Matty looked at you with soft eyes and you let out a laugh, “I am on the side of the stage, love. Just look for the dancing lunatic in your peripheral” you smiled at him. With that you wished the guys luck and they headed to state while you and Charli hung back at side stage listening to the thousands of adoring fans screams.

The lights dimmed soon after and then you heard his classic intro

“We are the 1975, the best band to ever exist” The screams increased and they started playing the intro of ‘Somebody to Love’ Charli and you danced and sang along all night, occasionally George would look at Charli from where he was on drums and they’d smile at each other, Matty was way too into the show and you didn’t blame him and it’s not like you were together so you shouldn’t of expected him to do the same.

It was nearing the end of the show and you didn’t know what the next song was gonna be and then the intro to ‘about you’ started. Matty looked right into the camera and mouthed “This is about you, you know who you are, I love you” and then your heart stopped beating because as soon as the lyrics started he locked eyes with you.. “I know a place..” suddenly you felt nervous and a blush creeped up your neck while charli elbowed your side. He turned back to the ground and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, “He didn’t just-“ was all you managed to get out “He did.” Charli replied and shook your shoulders, she was overjoyed for you because god knows you have talked her ear off about Matty for months now.

The song went on, Matty stealing glances at you every once in awhile, each time making your stomach drop, and then right at the end on the last line he turns 45 degrees and points directly at you not breaking eye contact “Do you think I’ve forgotten about you..” and time stood still for what seemed like years but it was only a short few seconds and then the lights dimmed. For the rest of the set he didn’t glance your way again and you couldn’t really focus. You wanted him to come off of that stage, you had so many questions.

“Just before the guys’ set ended you and Charli headed back to the green room because she could see you were anywhere else but watching the show.

“You alright? Before he gets back talk to me” She sat with you on the sofa “I’m just so confused? It caught me off guard that’s all, I don’t really have any words right now, still very much processing” you laughed lightly but inside you were screaming. “Just take some deep breathes” Charli breathed with you and it actually helped settle your nerves quite a bit.

A few minutes later the green room door swung open and George, Hann and Ross came stumbling in on a high, adrenaline pumping from the show. They were shortly followed by Matty. You decided you needed to talk to him right now or you would go crazy. “Matty, can we um talk outside, privately?” Your voice soft and he nodded heading back out. You followed closing the door behind you.

“Y/n I’m so sorry- I’ve come on too strong haven’t I? I don’t want to lose you as a friend if you don’t feel the same, I fuck. I don’t know why I-“ before he could finish your lips were on his shutting him up and he melted into the kiss, the both of you confirming what you knew was true for awhile, “I love you too” you looked into his eyes and replied to what he mouthed indirectly on stage, at this he smiled so bright and kissed you again.

“I can’t believe that song worked” He said as you both embraced and he kissed your forehead, he had finally got his girl.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Something in the Way She Moves

A/N: Happy happy Day 5 of @sjmromanceweek! Today's theme is Feelings Realization, and we're back on our Nessian fluff :) Hope everyone enjoys, and if you need a visual reference, this is the group dance I imagined and this is the solo dance I imagined.

“What time again?”

Nesta sighs softly, stuffing her things into her bag, but Cassian knows the sound is fond, knows the sound like the back of his hand from how many times he’s heard it; the sound practically just for him. “I told you that you don’t have to come tonight.”

“And I told you that I have to support my best friend,” Cassian reminds her, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“You’re not exactly the dance recital type,” Nesta points out, her eyes narrowed as she slips her own bag onto her shoulder.

“I’m the Nesta Archeron type,” Cassian shoots back, following behind Nesta to the door before the words register in his mind. “Wait… that came out wrong.”

Nesta rolls her eyes with fond exasperation. “You’re insufferable.”

“Plus,” Cassian continues like she didn’t speak, knocking his arm against hers. “Maybe you can introduce me to one of your hot dancer friends.”

“As if I’d ever make one of my friends put up with you.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Cassian drawls sarcastically, finding it hard to be too offended with the way Nesta’s blue eyes light up in amusement at the jab, at the way her lips tick up in a smile. “So what time? Seriously.”

“The show starts at 7:00, doors open at 6:30.”

“So get there at 6:00 so I can get front row?”

~ * * * ~

There’s more people mingling outside the doors to the auditorium than Cassian expected when he arrives. He carefully meanders around them all, getting as close to the doors as he can. When they finally open, he waits his turn to step inside, taking one of the programs from the volunteer with a quiet thanks. He’s unable to keep to his joke about being in the front row, but he snags a seat in the second row, opening the program and scanning until he finds Nesta’s name.

It looks like Nesta is doing a group number with some other women in the dance program early in the recital, then her solo performance near the end. With a small nod, he flips the pages until he finds Nesta’s little bio. It talks about how she’s been dancing since she was young, how her favorite style is contemporary, and she even thanks her various instructors at the university. Cassian digs out his phone, pulling up Snapchat and taking a photo of the bio.

No thanks for your best friend? After all my support? :( he adds to the photo before sending it to Nesta, knowing she’ll probably see it after the recital.

“Did you see that Nesta Archeron girl is dancing?” a voice draws Cassian’s attention.

He turns to find two guys sitting a few seats to his left. He’s pretty sure he recognizes one of them from his statistics class last semester, but it’s hard to be sure. With the way they’re both wearing university sweatshirts and snapbacks, Cassian is willing to bet they’re part of one of the fraternities.

“Dude, she was in my psych 101 lecture freshman year. She’s so hot. Maybe her outfit will be skimpy.”

The comment prickles along Cassian’s skin, and he can’t stop the annoyed scowl that settles across his face even if he wants to, his grip tightening on his program until the paper crinkles. Anger flares red hot through his veins, twisting and settling darkly in his gut. As if Nesta would ever give either of those guys the time of day. As if either of them could ever deserve or be good enough for someone like Nesta. She deserves someone who respects her at the very least, deserves someone who worships her properly if he’s being completely honest.

“Cassian. You made it.”

Snapping back to himself, Cassian turns to his right, watching as Elain slides into the seat beside him and Lucien takes the seat beside her.

“I’m sure Nesta would appreciate it,” Elain continues, flipping through her own program. “She’s always talking about you.”

Cassian preens at the remark, something warm starting to unfurl between his ribs at that knowledge, but before he can ask exactly what Nesta says about him, Elain starts chatting away about her classes, about Feyre filling out her university and art school applications, and soon the lights in the auditorium start to dim, signaling the start of the recital.

Cassian only half pays attention to the first dance, but luckily, after that, Nesta and some of the other dancers in her course are stepping onto the stage. She looks amazing in her all black costume, her hair styled down and around her face in soft golden curls, and Cassian’s smile only grows as she takes her place front and center.

The heavy bass of the song they’re dancing to starts to play through the speaker system, and Cassian can’t keep his eyes off her. Even when they shift into a different dance formation and Nesta is no longer front and center, his eyes track her. Tracks the way she cleanly and crisply dances to the beat of the song. Tracks the way her hair swings around. Tracks the way her arms and legs extend with each move. She makes it look so easy, so effortless, and all Cassian feels is awe. He's in awe of her.

Almost too soon the final notes of the song are ringing out and the dance is ending. Cassian’s more disappointed than he expected watching Nesta exit the stage. Already, he misses watching the way she moves, the way the music seems to flow through her. He opens the program still in his hand and starts counting down the numbers until it’s finally Nesta’s turn to return to the stage.

Nesta steps out alone the second time. She’s dressed in all black again, but it’s a simple black top and shorts. She sits down at the center of the stage, curling her knees up to her chest, and Cassian finds himself holding his breath. The music begins and so does Nesta’s dance. Cassian knows she choreographed it herself, knows that she’s spent hours in the studio and has even seen the occasional sequence from crashing her rehearsals, but seeing it all together how it’s meant to be? There are no words.

He’s entranced watching her. The story she’s created and woven together, the emotion pouring from every move, every spin, every leap, it’s ethereal. Cassian’s heart pounds in his chest, matching the beat of the song ringing out around him, set on becoming one with it until it’s his heartbeat that Nesta is dancing to. It’s so clear the way she feels the music, the way it’s so intrinsically entwined within her until it builds into this beautiful, expressive display. And maybe, just maybe, that music is etched into Cassian’s soul too, with the way it echoes and rises to meet her.

For a moment, he forgets that he’s in an auditorium full of people. For a moment, it’s just him and her and Nesta Nesta Nesta. Watching her dance. Watching her move. Watching her so in her element and captivating in this masterpiece she’s created. As the dance continues, pride and happiness swell so surely and suddenly between his ribs that Cassian swears they’re going to crack from the pressure.

She’s breathtaking.

She’s everything.

Too late, Cassian realizes the song and performance has ended and that everyone is applauding. He quickly hops to his feet to clap. Nesta stands back up and offers a small bow, and Cassian presses his fingers to his mouth, whistling loudly. Her gaze snaps to him at the sound, and the small, familiar smile that pulls across her face steals the air straight from Cassian’s lungs.

He barely registers the remaining dances of the recital. The image of Nesta up on the stage performing is forever seared into the back of his eyelids, the memory of it, of her and that damn smile just for him, already sinking its claws into his mind until all his attention and focus is drawn to it. His heart still continues to thump in his chest, every beat seeming to whisper her name, and the rectial’s program has been reduced to a crumbled mess between his nervous fingers.

It’s dangerous territory.

This is dangerous territory.

Cassian knows what this feeling is, recognizes that warmth in his veins, that dizziness in his head, that shake to his breath. But he refuses to acknowledge it, to name it, lest it truly become real and unavoidable. Instead, he swallows hard and pushes it down and away. He dutifully stands and claps when all the dancers step back out for a final bow. He follows Elain and Lucien out of the auditorium and into the foyer area. And he decidedly does not think about the feeling ballooning in his chest and threatening to burst.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” Elain tells him and Lucien once they’ve stepped off to the side near the hallway stretching back to the various dressing rooms. “Hopefully, I’m back before Nesta gets out.”

Elain stretches up on her toes to press a quick kiss to Lucien’s cheek, the redhead smiling softly down at her in response, and Cassian has to look away. He closes his eyes, and takes a deep, steadying breath, daring to send a silent prayer to any deity that might be listening that he can just make it through the rest of this evening without absolutely losing it. Or worse, doing something stupid.

“You made it.”

Cassian opens his eyes again to find Nesta standing in front of him. She’s changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized crewneck, her dance bag slung casually over her shoulder. She smiles up at him, her eyes a bright and clear shade of blue even under the harsh fluorescents overhead. There’s still a dusting of pink clinging beneath her skin from all the dancing, but it just brings out the smattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose. Cassian can’t look away from her.

“I promised I’d come and support you, didn’t I?” Cassian finally answers, thankful his voice at least sounds normal. “Your solo dance was amazing by the way.”

“Thanks,” Nesta breathes, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I sort of messed up a bit in the middle, but I—”

“You couldn’t tell,” Cassian rushes to reassure her. “It was perfect.”

Nesta’s smile widens, and Cassian feels like he’s swallowed his tongue. He tries to fumble for something more to say, anything to say, but the only words that press against his throat, desperate to be blurted out, to confess, are all the wrong ones.

“Elain should only be another minute or two,” Lucien cuts in to the rescue. “Maybe we could all go to that twenty-four hour off Campus Drive? Get something to eat.”

“Actually, Balthazar asked me if I wanted to get dinner with him,” Nesta answers the redhead, although her eyes stay glued to Cassian. “Do you think I should go?”

Cassian knows the comment shouldn’t sting as much as it does, that he shouldn’t feel so betrayed, but it doesn’t stop the way the words spear through him anyways. Doesn’t stop his traitorous heart from twisting and squeezing. Doesn’t stop the way his stomach sinks.

“Well, do you like him?”

Nesta shrugs one shoulder. “He’s nice.”

“Then you should go out with him,” Cassian forces out, the words tasting bitter on his own tongue.

“I guess…” Nesta concedes, a frown tugging down her lips.

Cassian lets out a huff, his temper starting to flare at this whole conversation, this whole night. “Just tell me what answer you want to hear, Nesta, so I can say it, and we can move on.”

Nesta’s face drops in an instant, her eyes suddenly blazing. Her spine straightens like steel, hands gripping the strap of her dance bag tight enough that her knuckles turn white. “You’re a fucking idiot,” she spits, turning on her heel and stalking toward the building exit.

Cassian can do nothing but watch her walk away, blinking in shock. “What the fuck was that about?”

“You’re an idiot,” Lucien offers, shaking his head.

“Thanks for the insightful commentary, Vanserra,” Cassian scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“She wants you to ask her out.”

The words slam into Cassian hard enough it’s like a punch to the gut. He can do nothing but gape at Lucien, his mind trying to catch up and process what he just said. That can’t… could it? Cassian’s eyes dart back toward the doors Nesta just left through, hope threatening to flutter and bloom within him. He doesn’t offer an explanation or even a goodbye before he’s running through the doors as well. He steps out into the cool, night air, head whipping back and forth before he spots where Nesta is walking down the path toward the parking lot.

“Nes!” Cassian calls after her, running down the path. “Nesta, wait up!”

Nesta’s shoulders rise and fall with a sigh, but she at least stops, turning around to face. “What do you want, Cassian?”

Cassian catches up to her, taking a moment to catch his breath before squaring his shoulders. “You’re not going out with Balthazar.”

“What?” Nesta splutters, looking at him with wide eyes. “You can’t just—”

“You’re not going out with him,” Cassian repeats, cutting her off. “Because he doesn’t know that you cry every time you watch the movie Brave. Or that when you’ve had a long or a hard day, you like to watch Pride and Prejudice to feel better. He doesn’t know how your eyes always light up when you’re excited about something or that you get that cute little crease between your eyebrows when you’re annoyed. He doesn’t know that you’d do anything for your sisters. Doesn’t know what makes you laugh or that when you’re dancing, it’s when you feel the most free. He doesn’t know you, Nes, and he doesn’t… he doesn’t love you like I do.”

The confession hangs in the air between them, Cassian’s heart firmly lodged in his throat, in his hand outstretched toward her. He tries to count the seconds in his head, starts to wonder if he should backtrack, but then Nesta is moving. She steps closer, fisting her hands into his leather jacket and tugging at the same moment she presses up onto her toes. Their lips collide, and Cassian doesn’t even waste a second, bringing his hands up to cradle her face and kissing her back with everything he has.

When they finally pull apart, Nesta laughs, the sound bright and beautiful. Cassian’s answering grin is wide, and he drops his forehead to rest against hers. He keeps his arms tight around her, tucking that sound, tucking the warmth and happiness of this moment, of her, close to his heart.

“Took you long enough, you idiot.”

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Staying at his

30 Day Challenge My daily challenge with prompts, these fics will not be tagged only if they were requested by an account and they’ll be under 500 words.  18. Staying at his for the first time  Emile Smith Rowe  Word Count: 339 You were finally staying over at Emile’s house after much persuasion. Emile wanted this to happen ages ago, but you never felt ready until now.  After packing a small bag, you jumped in the car and headed over to Emile’s with butterflies bubbling up inside your stomach as you got closer to his.  “Hey” you smiled as you were just above to knock on the door. “Jeez Em, you were quick” you laughed as you could see the redness appear in his cheeks.  “Welcome to my home” Emile exclaimed as he took your bag.  “You didn’t bring much did you?” he shrugged as he placed the bag down.  “I guess I didn’t need much sorry” you shrugged as he raised his eyebrows looking firmly at you.  “Are you okay? If you don’t want to stay here you don’t have too?” he hesitated as you shook your head straight away.  “No I want to stay here, I am just nervous that’s all. It’s silly” you replied.  “It is never silly babe, you are allowed to have these feelings. What’s up?” he asked as he pulled you to sit on the sofa.  “I haven’t stayed here before and guess it just makes me a little anxious. I know I will be okay, your house is lovely and I have been here so many times. So it is again me being an idiot” you laughed as Emile squeezed your hand gently.  “You aren’t an idiot, I get it. Shall we put your bag upstairs? I have made some room in a drawer for you and my wardrobe” Emile smiled as you nodded in agreement as you followed behind him upstairs.  “Aww you really did move stuff for me” you nervously laughed as you pulled your clothes out of your bag.  “Yes of course I did” a small smile appeared on his face as his eyes crinkled.  “You are so cute, I’m lucky to have a cutie like you” you pinched his cheeks gently.  “You are, don’t like to brag” he winked cheekily. 

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State of Grace

Chapter XXX

Excerpt:

Audrey found herself walking up to the laundry mat the next morning, hand wrapped around the plastic bag they kept quarters in, JJ beside her with two laundry bags, one over each of his shoulders. “I hate laundry.” 

“I know,” Audrey looked over at him, her eyes raking over her boyfriend and the overalls he wore. He had one of his old sleeveless cut offs under it, his thick arms and prominent muscles on display as he lugged the laundry to the door, his red hat turned backwards rounding out his entire look and making her slightly weak in the knees. JJ didn’t wear the thick overalls very often—he normally saved them for more intense odd jobs or if the temperatures dipped down below 30, and while this was probably only the second time he’d worn it while they were together, it was quickly becoming her favorite look. 

The bell above the door announced their arrival, The Star Spangled Banner crooning out through a staticy speaker, and Audrey was pleased to see the laundromat was empty, not really wanting to make small talk about being kidnapped or her brother being in jail. “Fancy seein’ you two here,'' Rory shifted forward in her recliner, cane whacking against the tile as she pushed herself up and out of it, “the whole damn island’s basically shut down—I thought I’d have to close.” 

“Why?” JJ dropped one of the laundry bags onto the ground, “is it a holiday…?” 

“Probably will be soon,” Rory waddled away from the chair and down the row of washers, “but when the King of the Kooks blows himself up into fish food, you can imagine the island’s a little…conflicted. Depending on how much money you got in your bank account, it’s either a day of mourning or well…celebration.”

JJ kicked one of the bags forward as he rested his hands on his hips, “which machine?” 

“Number four over there looks good to me,” Rory eyed the bags as JJ wandered down the row, “you’ll probably need two though, take eight if you need it.” 

“Thanks, Rory.” Audrey bent down to pick up one of the bags, although before she had her fingers wrapped around it, JJ whistled to her, shaking his head as he finished dumping the first load of clothes into the top-load washer. 

“Let it go—I’ll grab it.”

“JJ, I can lift the bag…”

“I don’t think so,” JJ closed the lid after tossing some soap in before wandering back towards her, “I got it.”

“Shit, Aud—did he really knock you up?”

“No,” Audrey stuck her tongue out at JJ as he laughed, “he’s just being overly cautious of my ribs.”

“Right,” Rory eyed Audrey from head to toe, taking inventory of the girl she used to see at least once a week, “you’re lookin’ better than when I saw you down at the courthouse about to bash Rafe Cameron’s face in. Bruise is almost gone.”

“Yeah, I look less like death now.”

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Kinktober #30

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30) Non Con/Dub Con // Public Sex // Latex (this one is x m!reader, as most of my prompts have been f! or gn! readers!)

He bumps into you on the way into the train. You frown, but he shoots you a look you don’t want to mess with. He has a friend nearby, and the two of them are carrying a third man between them: looks like he’s passed out, probably drunk. 

You ignore them and head to your seat. 

Turns out you’re in the same carriage. Facing opposite the man; a couple of rows back. You don’t want to look at him but curiosity killed the cat. 

Your eyes keep flitting up over your paperback. And he’s watching you. Every time. You feel your body heat up under his gaze, have to shift in your seat. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you. Something… primal. 

You’ve got a situation you need to sort out. 

Quickly, you hurry to one of the smart toilets in the bullet train, half-hard already. Christ you’re pathetic. The man hasn’t even said a word, and here you are, considering knocking one out in the bathroom to calm yourself down. 

You splash water on your face. Breathe. You’re a grown man for fuck’s sake. 

There’s a knock at the door. You furrow your brow. 

“Occupied.”

“I know.”

Oh. Oh. 

You heard his voice earlier, when he and his brother were getting their mate settled. English. And now he’s followed you. To the bathroom. 

Carefully, you slide open the lock and go to look through the gap in the door - but your plans are foiled when he muscles in and slams it behind him. 

The cubicle is small. You’re practically pressed chest to chest with him. 

“What do you want?” you manage. What a stupid question. 

“I think you know the answer to that, handsome,” he says with a grin. The stranger’s mouth crashes on yours, and you open your lips willingly to invite in his tongue. He pushes you up against the tiny sink and you search blindly for his belt, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. 

He’s throbbing when you pull him out. You’re not sure how he’s gotten this hard so quickly. Maybe he’s just as thrilled about the idea of an illicit encounter as you are, because you can feel your own cock straining at its restraints. 

“Good boy,” he says against your lips as you start stroking him, and you almost come from that alone. He works on your fly and pulls you free too, pressing your shaft against his. One of his hands covers yours, forcing you to hold you both together and pump them at once. It’s a struggle, he’s big, and it’s hard to concentrate when he keeps kissing you. 

And fuck, how he kisses you. Tongue, teeth; everything to make it err on the side of vicious. You moan into his mouth as he bites your bottom lip and tugs it out, only letting it spring back into place when you fear he may draw blood. 

His hand is warm and calloused over your own. You can see why he prefers for you to be the one doing the work. Yours is softer, sweeter. He stops your ministrations just long enough to spit on your palm before encouraging you to continue. 

“That’s it, handsome,” the stranger growls into your ear, “like that. Fuck.”

Your strokes get more erratic as you near the edge, and so do his kisses - you come at once over your hand, your spend mixing with his as it drips down your knuckles. 

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath. 

“What’s your name?” you manage. The stranger huffs as he grabs some toilet paper, cleans you both up. 

“Tangerine.”

You think it’s best you bite back your laugh, and don’t ask: “really?”

[evilwickedme]

30. how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?

Thank you so much for the prompt and sorry in taking so long to answer it, the fic I wrote is technically part of my before and after fic series and I didn't want to spoil certain things. That said, it's now up - also available on ao3, ofc. But no worries - this can absolutely be read as a standalone!

Without further Ado -

my heart is melting and my hands are weak

Relationship tags: Jason / Roy, Jason & Tim

Additional tags: pre-slash, mental health, dissociation

For ppl following the series, this happens sometime in January 2020, Jason is 23, Roy is 27/28 or so

Jason knows when he wakes up in the morning that it’s going to be a Bad Day.

Not necessarily a bad day as in anything is going to go wrong. There’s a difference between a bad day and a Bad Day. Everyone has bad days, where they wake up in the morning and the sky is gray and some car splashes mud on them on the way to work and their boss yells at them because they forgot to do something small and they end up ordering a comfort pizza they really can’t afford right now according to their budget. That kind of bad day is just a part of the human fucking condition, he’d once told Helen. This is not what his Bad Days are like. Bad Days don’t necessarily have to be bad days at all.

The thing about Bad Days, the thing that defines them, is that on Bad Days Jason Todd wakes up in the morning and he doesn’t feel alive.

He knows he is. He can feel his own toes as he goes through the motions of the grounding techniques he’d been taught almost a decade ago now, giving every muscle its turn, putting himself back in his own body and remembering how to push air in and out of his lungs. He knows that he’s alive, because he doesn’t remember being dead, but he’s pretty sure he couldn’t feel the callouses on his fingers with his thumb inside his grave. He knows he’s alive.

But on Bad Days, he doesn’t feel it.

His examination of every sinew of his body complete, he opens his eyes and examines his surroundings. His current Park Row apartment is small, but well insulated, so he doesn’t have to cover himself with six layers of blankets in the dead of winter. Still, his body is a little cold in his usual bedtime attire of a loose undershirt and boxers, which he finds less confusing when he sees he must have knocked one of the three layers he still needed to sleep under in the January freeze onto the floor while he was sleeping. The room is extremely sparsely decorated – Helen tells him he should personalize his space, to make it feel more like his space, but he’s too likely to break the lease and run at short notice, and he doesn’t want to risk leaving anything important behind.

His phone pings, and he realizes he doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at the blanket heap at the foot of the bed.

Arse: I’m outside!!!

Jason groans. Just what he needs on a day like this.

Still, he pushes himself onto his feet, slowly making his way to the front door. He doesn’t bother getting dressed; it’s not like the man waiting to be let in hasn’t seen him look much worse. He disarms his security system mindlessly, relying on muscle memory, and opens the door.

“Heya, Jaybird,” says Roy Harper, a grin stretched almost grotesquely on his features. “Long time no see.”

Jason just waves at him wordlessly. Well, technically he starts signing, before remembering Roy doesn’t know ASL. But it probably looks like aimless waving from an outside perspective.

Roy walks in anyway, whistling appreciatively. “This place is much nicer than the last one, Jay,” he says in a low voice. It tickles somewhere in the back of Jason’s skull, something that he doesn’t quite understand.

Jason shrugs, letting the door slam shut behind him; he reactivates the security system in the meantime. “It’s fine,” he says. “Warm.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Roy says, glancing at Jason’s bare arms, in direct contrast to Roy’s own body being well hidden under what looks like two separate coats. “I’m starting to cook in this, man.”

Jason snorts. Roy’s struggling with the zipper of his coat, so Jason steps over to help, freeing his friend and revealing the thick wool sweater beneath, presumably the material the zipper had gotten stuck on. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

“Can’t I just want to visit my best buddy?” Roy asks.

Jason raises an eyebrow. Roy sighs in defeat.

“Fine, there may or may not be an op I could use Red Hood’s help on,” Roy admits. “Something a little more complex than a broken zipper.”

Jason realizes neither he nor Roy moved once the coat was off, and he can see Roy’s Adam’s apple bob nervously as the other man realizes the same thing. Jason clears his throat and steps back. He throws the coat over the back of his couch so it doesn’t sit heavily in his arms anymore.

“What is it?” he says, wishing he had pockets to shove his hands into. He settles for leaning against a wall to suggest the same nonchalant aura.

“Drugs,” Roy says, “probably. Some New York syndicate moving product through Gotham tomorrow night.”

Tomorrow, Jason thinks, mentally sighing in relief. Things don’t necessarily go badly on Bad Days, but it’s a lot harder to focus on nonlethal shooting when he’s on the verge of what Helen calls dissociating, and he used to call glitching out like it’s the fuckin’ Matrix.

Roy sits on the couch and puts his feet up on Jason’s coffee table.

Jason snorts. “Make yourself at home, I guess.”

“Do you have some of that fancy shit Bruce calls coffee?” Roy responds.

Jason does, in fact, happen to have some of the fancy shit Bruce calls coffee. Tim brings it over in regular intervals, unwilling to find himself bereft if he finds himself crashing on Jason’s couch, or sometimes floor. Jason’s actually running low; as he goes through the motion of making the coffee – he knows exactly how Roy takes his coffee, of course, they’ve both made it for each other dozens of times to fuel long sleepless nights together, pouring over documents or just pushing away nightmares – he debates letting Tim know it’s almost gone, but it’s a safe assumption that Tim is already well aware. His brother’s overdue for a visit, anyway.

“Thanks, Jaybird,” Roy says when Jason finally hands him a mug. Jason nods and settles besides his friend, cupping his own mug.

“Tell me about the case,” he says, and listens to Roy as well as he can as the man speaks, telling him about the trail he found last week and how he followed it to Gotham, pausing only to take an occasional sip from his mug.

Jason closes his eyes and lets the words wash over him. It definitely sounds like drugs. Should be a simple case, in and out at the Gotham Harbor, shoot some bad guys and call the cops, maybe let O know in case they need backup. Plant trackers on the ones who don’t get taken in or taken down. It’s routine.

He’s so tired. If Roy hadn’t shown up, he thinks he’d probably still be in bed.

“You okay there, Jaybird?” Roy asks. Jason hadn’t noticed he’d stopped speaking, but now that he thinks back, there may have been a silent minute or two.

“Just, haven’t woken up yet,” Jason says, taking another sip of ice cold coffee.

“Mm,” Roy says. He looks Jason up and down, and Jason would wonder what he’s seeing, if he was at all in the presence of mind to do so. “Do you wanna spar, get the blood pumping a little?”

Jason likes sparring with his friends. He knows this about himself. Just, like, objectively, this is something he enjoys doing.

He doesn’t want to spar with Roy.

“Okay,” he says, dragging himself off the couch. “I’ll go change.”

He reemerges from his bedroom some vague amount of time later – he doesn’t know how long he spent staring at his dresser, trying to remember what he was doing, but it was probably not a short amount of time. Roy’s already working up a sweat, stripped down to his tee and sweatpants and stretching his arms.

“Ready?” Roy asks, grinning.

Automatically, Jason says, “Born ready.”

There’s an empty space in the apartment, cleared specifically for Jason’s workouts, that works really well for sparring as well, and there are no valuables in the apartment for someone to accidentally break, anyway, so they just get right into it. Roy throws a punch at Jason’s throat; he dodges, and makes contact with Roy’s stomach, instead. Roy coughs, but manages to make Jason stumble with a well-timed kick. It continues in this vein, the two of them extremely familiar with each other’s fighting styles and dirty tricks.

“You need to be more careful, you’re dropping your left shoulder,” Roy says casually, and Jason responds by raising his shoulder.

Roy immediately backs off.

“You okay, Jaybird?” he asks, and Jason realizes too late what happened. “Do you not know the difference between your left and your right?”

He raised the wrong shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m just – ” Jason sighs. “Never mind, let’s just get back to it, okay?”

“Nah, I’m over it,” Roy says nonchalantly.

“You sure?” Jason asks doubtfully.

“You’re not into it,” Roy says.

Jason shrugs. “I could be.”

“We can spar anytime, Jay,” Roy says, “it doesn’t have to be right now. ‘Sides, I think I’m in the mood to veg.”

Jason makes a face at veg. “You’re spending too much time with Tim,” Jason informs him.

Roy just laughs and claps Jason on the back. “I’d have to spend less time with you, then,” he says, “and I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

They veg.

Or, well, Jason finds his civilian laptop where it’s buried underneath the couch seat and logs into Dick’s Netflix, which he uses not because he can’t afford his own damn Netflix subscription, but because he likes messing with Dick’s algorithm. He tells Roy to pick something, and then he leans back on the couch till he’s only just barely touching Roy arm to arm, and closes his eyes.

He isn’t familiar with whatever it is Roy picked for them; some comedy he’s never heard of, but he missed a lot of pop culture during the time he was dead, and then “dead”, so that doesn’t really mean much. Tim’s Steph tried to “educate” him, and he threw a stray batarang at her. Fake dead Robins don’t get to lecture actually dead Robins, he’d said. None of it really mattered to him, and if something truly important had happened, it would come up in a case. That’s how he found out that Doctor Who’s a woman now, whatever that means. Tim had a lot of opinions on that one.

Jason can barely hear the comedy over Roy’s commentary, which suits his relaxation needs perfectly. Roy’s generally a lot funnier than the comedies he’d been forced to sit through over the past few years, anyway, and he likes the way his low voice rumbles through the bones of the couch, so that he feels it in his lower spine.

Eventually even Roy’s voice peters off, however, and Jason finds that he doesn’t even mind. Roy repositions so he’s got his arm on the back of the couch, and it makes the hairs on Jason’s neck raise in anticipation of – something. He doesn’t know. He gets so aware around Roy, sometimes, and he doesn’t have anything to compare it to, doesn’t understand the feeling. He chases after it as often as he ignores it.

His phone chimes again.

TD: knock knock

u have a key

TD: it’s polite to ask, motherfucker

ur not polite

“Yes I am,” Tim huffs, already shutting the door behind him, and Roy startles so hard it shakes Jason, too.

“I – what?” Roy asks, and Jason just shows him his phone, because it’s quicker than explaining. “Oh. Hi. Was Jason expecting you?”

“Coffee,” Jason grunts.

Tim holds up one of Alfred’s reusable shopping bags, presumably holding coffee in it. “Good stuff’s running low, figured I’d replenish it,” he says.

“Knew Jason kept you around for some reason,” Roy says wisely.

Tim’s eyes flash in amusement, but when they settle on Jason, the concern in them is clear as day.

All good? he signs.

Jason shrugs. Bad Day.

Tim nods in understanding. His Bad Days don’t look like Jason’s, not from the inside or the outside, but he got them, too. Probably everyone in the superhero community did, but Jason didn’t make a habit of talking about his therapy with anybody except Tim, and Bruce when Helen forced him to.

“Didn’t think there’d be anybody here except Jason,” Tim says as he unpacks his meager offerings. He also seems to have brought over some of his disgustingly sugary cereal bars. Nobody would be touching those except Tim.

Jason translates in his head. Is it okay that Roy and I are here on a Bad Day? He scowls at Tim’s back. As if he can’t make the choice of who he wants to hang out with.

Roy’s easy, he signs when Tim faces him again, knowing Tim would know what he means. Not heavy. It’s fine.

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t planned,” Roy says. “Chased a lead down here from New York. I’ll only be here for a couple of days, most like.”

“Need help?” Tim asks, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Red Robin’s at your service, if you need him.”

“Nah, I’m good on that front, thanks,” Roy says. “All I need is Jaybird right here.”

Jason doesn’t react to Tim’s raised eyebrow. He knows what Tim thinks, and he’s not going to comment on it.

“But I was wondering if you could recommend some solid ASL courses,” Roy continues. “I remember Dick said you had everyone take them for Cass, I bet you did a fuckton of research on it.”

Jason stares at Roy in shock.

“Yeah, I did,” Tim says slowly, “why are you asking? Is this for a case?”

“Just figured, if I’m going to be following this guy around any longer, might as well speak his language,” Roy says, shoving his shoulder against Jason.

“Huh,” Tim says. He opens his mouth to say something else, but then his phone chirps – literally, his texting ringtone is a little bird chirp, Dick set it – and he frowns at the screen. “Ugh, I have to go.”

“Lock after yourself!” Jason yells. “Don’t leave the door open ag–!” But Tim’s already gone, and he leaves the door a little open behind him, the little brat.

He makes to go and close it, but Roy’s already gotten up. He pats Jason’s shoulder comfortingly and says, “I’ll get it, you just stay right there and get your beauty rest, Jaybird.”

“Shut up, Roy,” Jason groans.

Roy grins at him again. “Never,” he promises, and Jason hopes to hold him to that.

[witchofinterest]

"Never gonna happen." + your choice!

Thank you! Meet ms. Halley Cabell from Roswell (1999) bc that’s where my brain is.

"I just think that the universe is cruel and unfair, that's all," Alex said as they ambled aimlessly through the hallways.

"What makes you think that before 7:30 in the morning?" she asked, leaning closer to him as they passed more people in the halls.

"Isabel Evans, just everything about her. I cannot stop thinking about her even more than usual since she said she didn't want to go on a date," he rambled, stopping them to look her in the eye.

"Ah, the age old you want what you can't have," she said, making Alex nod enthusiastically.

"I just, I had this hope for a second that everything would be different. And then it was snatched away just as quickly. Why?' he asked, eyes searching hers as if she was Isabel herself.

"I can't help you. But if your really curious, you could always ask her," she suggested. Now, Halley didn't think he should do that, but she still felt the need to suggest it.

“Kiss me?” he asked suddenly, turning her towards him.

“Never gonna happen,” she answered, leaning back. It gave her a view of Max and Isabel Evans walking toward them.

“Never gonna happen again!” he corrected making Halley roll her eyes. When it was clear she wasn’t going to be repeating 2nd grade with him, he grasped her by the arm and pulled.

She started fighting him when she saw where he was headed. But not hard enough, as he had soon shoved them into the eraser room.

“Your a terrible person,” she informed him, trying not to cough. The name was incredibly literal.

“Come on, I’m helping you too. Making Max jealous,” he pointed out, making Halley kick his shin lightly.

“Should we be making noise? To sell this?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been in here before,” she said, looking around. Seemed standard.

Alex started messing with the shelves and before she knew it, he’d knocked over a whole row of erasers and chalk. A white cloud puffed up, making her and Alex cough for real this time.

“Great cover story Al,” she wheezed, helping him pick up the salvageable pieces and kicking the too small ones away.

“Personally I think this’ll work great,” he said, unable to stop a second coughing fit when she kicked some in his face on purpose.

“Okay, that’s good now I think, Enough cover?” she asked, straightening up some other rows.

He nodded and grabbed the door handle, freeing them. The door hit something and when they inspected it they found Max, with Isabel behind him.

Halley laughed, hiding it behind a cough, as Alex grabbed her hand and started running. He stopped three hallway down, as they caught their breath and started hysterically laughing.

“I hit him with the door!” Alex got out, slapping his knee, sending them both into another fit.

“Did you see Isabel behind him? Looks like you got her attention!” she pointed out, breathing evening out from the laughter and chalk dust.

“A win for us,” Alex said, giving her a high-five.

“Oh we’re late for classes,” she realized, looking at where they were.

“Your right here, see you in math,” Alex said, giving her a push in the right direction as she walked to her door.

Sitting down, she ignores the looks from all of her classes mates and pulled out her textbook.

“Are you covered in … chalk?” Maria asked, making Halley look down and find she had missed one vital part of cleaning in the eraser room.

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 30: End of August

There were a lot of people today. A lot of interacting with people, a lot of socializing, a lot of taking. A lot of ME talking. I met with my oral histories student at 10 and we literally talked for about an hour and most of it was just me throwing information at her. Really hope I was actually helpful in some way. And then I went from that straight into an interview for the part time position. That we are finally interviewing for. Three months later. I didn’t have a lot of feelings about the candidate. I think she’s over-qualified and I had some other minor issues but I know some other people have… stronger opinions. I mostly just felt uncomfortable because the interview session wasn’t really organized at all—we had a list of questions we could pull from but we weren’t, like, asking them in order, so basically one person monopolized the whole thing by just chatting and asking whatever questions he wanted. Which, fine, whatever, but it just brought me back to being in school and like obsessing over when I should raise my hand.

And at 1, I had to show our processing student a project in Locked Storage that I had promised to show her. It was fine, she’s very nice and she actually likes Locked Storage, but I had just sat down to, like, not be around people and then I had to do another thing that I was, like, in charge of. More talking, more explaining.

Also today, I sent out two letters of invitation for additional oral history interviews, which is always scary. I actually got same-day answers, though both are still a little in flux. And I got some big (though good) news from my best friend, which threw me by a lot.

Then there were the little chats and stuff that happen throughout the day: talks about the candidate, a potential new Alma…thing main campus library wants us (me) to experiment with. Etc. The front of the library was also very noisy because they were tearing up the tile to put in new, better tile, after switching out our security gates put holes in our floor. The amount of BS I have heard about floors over the last two years, seriously. Some drama about the roof (“They don’t give us smurfs keys to the roof because I would put patio furniture up there… Hey can you watch the desk, I need to go up to the roof and harvest my tomatoes.”)

And the Moldovans. I have to say. The Moldovans have been disruptive. In particular they keep propping open the door to the department and letting in all the noise. But they also just wander through our space, or peer in at us like we’re fucking zoo animals, and today a couple who may or may not have been Moldovans were sitting in our kitchen. Like?? No one introduced me to these people so I don’t know if they’re our foreign guests or just some law students who wandered in through the propped open door. For the second day in a row I could barely read at lunch, yesterday because of all the sound bleed and today because there was a presentation being given to the delegation with the workroom door open for some reason? Fuck me ever finishing this book I guess :/

Bad news is up stupid late again and I can’t keep doing this, I literally can’t. Good news is I’m leaving work early tomorrow and also I only have one (1) meeting and no other specfic obligations. Bad news is I’m leaving early to go to the DMV. Good news is that if all goes halfway decently, I will have my license renewed and upgraded and it will no longer be hanging over my head! Knock on wood.

[glamrocksoph]

Hey Sophie! I was wondering if I could request a Glamrock Freddy x fem reader, where reader is a security guard and takes care of everyone but has bad anxiety and Freddy notices and comforts her?

If this makes you uncomfortable at all u totally don’t have to write it! 💖

I hope your doing well and have an amazing day/night! 💙

Hi!! This is my first Fnaf request and I'm so so excited !! Thank you so much!!! Requests are open for anybody who wants to send one in , thank you superstar and enjoy! Much love,  Soph  @starstruck-loner

Glamrock Freddy x Fem! Security Guard reader! It was night time , and Y/N was a night guard at Freddy Fazbears Mega Pizza plex,  it had been like this for years , she had even gotten to know the animatronics so well that she had a side job in parts and services helping the gang with touch ups be it paint renewals or wires that have broken,  her best friend though, was the big guy himself Freddy Fazbear , they would spend countless hours in the dead of night from 2 am to 4 am on the quiet nights when there were no jobs to do , just enjoying each others company , Freddy would tell her about some funny things that would happen in the day time like before the band would go on stage , Monty and Roxy would be arguing back and forth like two children about who the kids liked the most! But tonight, for some reason Y/N was absolutely distraught , her anxiety was absolutely taking over tonight, it didn't really happen often so she didn't really talk about it but tonight it was difficult , but she was strong,  and always liked to persevere through things,  so she put on her uniform and arrived at her shift at 11:30 before the doors would close for the night. Y/N took a deep breath scanning in her security pass giving her access to Rockstar Row , this is where all the animatronics rooms were , her first job of the night was to try and coax Monty to parts and service for a routine check up , tonight wasn't the night for Monty to be playing games , Y/N was not in the best form for it. With a deep sigh preparing herself she entered Montys room , it was dark so she had to turn on her flashlight, the room was a wreck , claw marks littered the walls in deep gashes , the sofa was torn open , destroyed , it was absolute chaos, yet, it didn't surprise Y/N she knew them all well, she would even class monty as a friend , but he tended to creep up and scare her which again, tonight wasn't the night for. "Monty...? You in here man..?" She called out , an uneasiness in her voice.... no answer,  he wasn't here , Y/N rolled her eyes and left the room "Okay..What's next on my list.." she mumbled thinking to herself when suddenly she was hoisted up off the ground and a loud roar echoed and vibrated through the walls of the pizza plex,  Montys attempt at getting a good scare out of Y/N, usually she would have laughed it off but tonight,  it was the last straw to her breaking point, she let out a blood curdling scream and burst into tears "LET ME GO RIGHT NOW MONTGOMERY!" she roared and he immediately put her down , he stood there shocked as she bolted away down the corridor knocking at Freddys door , her breathing getting very fast as she began to hyperventilate , she must have dropped her security pass in Montys room because the door would usually open automatically "F-Freddy!" She gasped out , her hands shaking at this point,  the door opened immediately and Freddy gasped "oh no sweetheart its okay I've got you..." he gasped the best an animatronic could anyway and scooped her up into his arms taking her into his room sitting her down on the sofa , kneeling in front of her "it's okay ,, it's alright superstar here look at me okay...? You're having a panic attack and i need you to breathe for me ..." Freddy placed his hands on either side of Y/N's face , they were cool as ice due to him being made of metal "look at me lovely..." he called and Y/N looked up into Freddys bright eyes and started taking deep breaths , it took her a while but she slowly started coming around to herself,  Freddy petting her hair "it's okay superstar , you're alright I'm here , take as much time as you need" he begun to wipe away her tears "I-I'm so sorry I startled you Freddy I just didn't know what to do in a blind panic like that .." Y/N stuttered,  finally able to form a sentence still looking into his eyes "oh no...no apologies my dear this happens to kids here all the time when they get overwhelmed...What happened...?" He assured her in a hushed voice "I-I was looking for Monty to take him to parts and service .. he wasn't in his room so I walked outside to check and see what was next on my agenda and he picked me up from behind and let out a loud roar startling me ... I'm just so on edge tonight Freddy my anxiety is just shaking me up and it didn't help at all ... im so embarrassed..." Y/N whispered and Freddy took her into a hug holding her tight , she clutched onto him and snuggled into his shoulder "no..that's not your fault... that would be extremely off-putting especially with your anxiety ... you have no need to be ashamed" Freddy ran his hands through her hair , his internal fans whirred,  he had activated his heaters to calm her down , the warmth being comforting and soothing "Thank you Freddy... I don't know what I would do without you... I love you so much" Y/N admitted sniffling ... Freddy.exe has stopped responding, Is it hot in here or is it just freddys heaters ...? If he could blush he would have , he was beaming ...she loved him too!? "I love you more than the moon loves the stars my sweet ..I'll always be here for you forever and always ..." and thats how they sat for a good while...forgetting about life for a while ..until monty and Roxy were practically wrestling and screaming at each other in the atrium but that's a story for another day .

[justaphangirl07]

Hi, darling🤍

Could you please write an imagine with time progression in which y/n and Harry (W2S) have been dating for a long time and they have a wild night out and about(maybe some smut), than after some time they find out that y/n is pregnant? add some fluff too, please xo thank you<3

A/N: Here is your imagine, I hope you like it! :)

One Step At A Time (Harry Lewis/WroeToShaw Light Smut)

Y/N's POV

"I LOVE YOU!" I shout to him

"YOU WHAT?" he shouts back

"I LOVE YOU!" I shout again

"I LOVE YOU TOO!" he replies

I smile as I wrap my arm around the neck of my boyfriend Harry Lewis

We drunkenly sway together as music surrounds us in the club

Me and Harry have been dating for 5 years and we decided to go out with some friends for our anniversary today

The rest of the sidemen and their girlfriends were around the club dancing and getting drunk

But me and Harry decided to do our own thing and dance together

I turn around in his arms as the song changes, so my back is pressed against his chest

Suddenly the sound of Don’t Tell ‘Em by Jeremih fills our ears

There is always something about this song that puts me in the mood

I start to grind my hips against Harry’s and it isn’t long before I feel his erection grinding against my arse

“Your so hot baby” Harry mumbles in my ear

I hum as we continue to grind against each other

“Shall we get out of here?” I ask him

“Yes, like right now” he says as he grabs my hand and leads me out of the club without saying goodbye to the others

In all honestly they will probably of expected this to happen, so they aren’t likely to worry about us

We take a cab back to Harry’s place

Thank god for Harry’s place not being too far away from the club because I think any longer and the cab driver might of kicked us out because of all the kissing sounds in the back

Once we are at the front door, Harry gets his keys out and unlocks the door before opening it

“Are you ready for me to rock your world?” Harry asks with a smirk

I smack his arm

“Shut up and get inside before I change my mind” I say with a laugh as I push him through the now open door

Let’s just say that he was right, Harry did completely rock my world

-3 WEEKS LATER-

I groan as I sit on the bathroom floor after throwing up for the 4th morning in a row

Every morning at 8am on the dot, I have been throwing up 

Which isn't good for both me and Harry who like to sleep in

“Babe, I think we need to talk” Harry says as he comes and sits cross legged next to me on the floor in his bathroom

“What's up?” I ask trying to compose myself

“I think you should take a pregnancy test” He says 

I turn my head to look at him with wide eyes

“You think I’m pregnant? What makes you think that?” I question

“Well you are throwing up at practically the same time every morning and I really don’t mean this in an offensive way but have you left like your stomach might be a bit bigger?” He suggests

I chuckle and shake my head

“Harry, it’s just some kind of bug but if you really want me to I’ll go and get a test today” I say 

“Just remember, we are in this together y/n” Harry says as he grabs my hand and kisses my temple

-A FEW HOURS LATER-

I’ve been out and brought 2 different brands of tests like Harry told me to 

I am currently in Harry’s bathroom and I have just taken them 

There is a knock on the door

“Have you done them? Are the results back yet?” Harry’s voice asks from the other side of the door

I smile to myself as I swing the door open to reveal a very worried looking Harry 

“Yes I have done them and we have to wait 3 minutes and it’s been like 30 seconds, so just please sit down” I say as I take his hand and lead him to his bed and sit next to him

We sit cuddled up together, holding hands whilst we wait for the results

It feels like forever whilst we are waiting for the results but it isn’t long before the alarm on my phone rings

“It’s time” I say as I get up and walk into the bathroom

I pick up one test and it reads pregnant 3-4 weeks on the screen

I then pick up the other one and there are 2 bold lines on the screen indicating that it is positive

My head fills with worry

What if Harry doesn’t want a baby?

Will be break up with me straight away?

Then what do I do?

I take a deep breath as I walk out of the bathroom and look at Harry

“Well?” he asks 

I hand both tests to him and he inspects them with wide eyes

Silence surrounds us as Harry just looks at the tests

“Please, say something” I beg

He suddenly rushes over to me, picks me up and spins me around

“We are going to have a baby!” he exclaims as he puts me down and cuddles me close

“Wait, so your not mad?” I question

“Mad? I’m so happy! We are going to have a mini us!” Harry tells me

“I love you so much and I will love the baby as well!” He says before pulling me into a kiss

“I love you so much Harry” I tell him as I hug him again

“Then once you have had the little baby, we can get married” Harry tells me before he places a kiss on my forehead

I let out a laugh

“You haven’t even asked me to marry you yet! Let’s just take things one step at a time” I say with a wide smile

Honestly, I am so grateful for Harry in my life and soon enough we will have not just each other but a baby forever

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can’t buy me ~ jimmy smith jr.;8 mile

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@girl-toxxic "reader and Jimmy are in a relationship not long ago but Jimmy was always in love and they both live in the same place, ok but let's say that reader meets a new friend at work (she is a waitress or can be a babysitter for a rich girl) and this new friend has a lot of money and is very interested in reader and the reader get along well and this makes Jimmy insecure, since reader's friend gives him small gifts and helps him a lot. But you can add something that is more interesting as the boy confesses his feelings to the reader and she rejects him since Jimmy is her great love and he tells her how can she go out with that poor devil ... or something else interesting what occurs to you. And that this ends in a lot of love and smut, bah if you feel comfortable🤗💕💕"

description: in which her new friend keeps trying to make advances through gifts, but her heart belongs to one man

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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I walked through the door and made a beeline for the kitchen to throw away yet another gift from my not so secret admirer. The last thing I needed was for Jimmy to see what Mark had give me and to get upset about it.

I worked as a waitress at a bar and grill down the road from mine and Jimmy’s house. The hours were only okay, but the tips more than made up for it, especially after our newest regular, Mark, started dining there and specifically asked to have me as his server whenever he was in.

Mark was in his late 30s, handsome, worked a good job that paid good money. He came in one night after he had a particularly hard shift. He sat at the bar, and it was the night I was working it, so I talked him through his rough day. Next thing I knew, he was coming back and asking for me again. We became friendly, but it took me a little too long to realize he wanted to be more than friends.

I turned the corner and yelped as I realized I wasn’t alone. Jimmy was leaning against the counter, almost like he was waiting for me.

“Hey babe,” I said. “I thought you were at the Shelter with Future tonight.”

His eyes flickered to the gift bag in my hand. “He wanted me to come home. We haven’t had a night together in months.”

“Doesn’t help that we both work late night jobs,” I tried to joke. The bag felt heavy in my hand as Jimmy kept looking at it.

“That rick prick buy you more useless shit?” he asked.

“Jimmy,” I sighed.

“Sorry, I forgot it was okay for some rich jackass to buy my girlfriend expensive gifts.”

He wouldn’t meet my eye. He kept glancing around the kitchen, every so often looking down at the bag in my hand. I dropped everything I was holding onto the floor, including that stupid gift, and raced over to hug him.

“Hey,” I said, softly, resting my head on his chest. “Hey, you know there’s nothing to this. It’s just a guy who doesn’t understand I’m not interested.”

“It’s a guy who has money.”

I lighted my head to look at him. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Nothing, never mind.”

I pulled away from him. “No, tell me.” When he didn’t speak, I took his chin in my hand and forced him to look at me. “Jimmy, do you think I’d leave you for someone who makes more money?”

“He’d be able to give you what you deserve,” he responded. “A house, a car, expensive gifts - ”

“We have a house,” I cut him off. “You have a car, and I don’t want expensive gifts. I don’t want materialistic things, I want happiness and love, and that’s what I get with you. You really have nothing to worry about in regards to Mark. You’re the one I’ll always want.”

Jimmy sighed and pulled me close. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll give you that reassurance any day.”

I leaned up to kiss him. He relaxed into the kiss and I leaned into him more.

When he pulled away, Jimmy turned to look at the forgotten present on the floor. “What did that asshole get you this time anyways?”

I picked up the bag and pulled out the box that was inside. Jimmy opened the box to reveal the gold necklace Mark had given me. The pendant was gold to match, and it was my initial.

“I was gonna chuck it when I got home,” I told him. It’s way too flashy for me, it wouldn’t match anything I own.”

“Don’t throw it out. This is, like, real gold. We can sell it for a good chunk of money.”

I smiled. “I like the way you think, Rabbit.”

~~~~~~

The next day, Jimmy had the night off from the Shelter so he drove me to work. He followed me into the bar and grill with the intentions of sitting at the bar for an hour or two before going home. One of my co-workers spotted us as we walked in and gave me a panicked look. I immediately knew what she was trying to tell me.

I saw Mark sat at the bar before he saw me. I was about to turn to Jimmy to warn him when Mark spotted me and rose from his seat. He had a wide smile on his face, until he saw Jimmy behind me.

“Two nights in a row, Mark?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Those wings and nachos are gonna start getting to you.”

“I went to the gym this morning, so it cancels out,” he responded. “Who’s this with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jimmy. I told you about him, remember?”

“Oh yeah, the...rapper,” Mark said. I didn’t miss the way he sneered the word “rapper”, and Jimmy didn’t either.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mark shrugged. “Nothing. Just stating a fact that (Y/N) told me. Although, rapping at that rundown warehouse probably doesn’t pay as much as a real job would.”

Jimmy stepped towards Mark, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. “Hey, he’s not worth it. Just go home. Thank you for the ride.”

Jimmy glared at Mark before turning to walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the situation seemed to defuse easily.

And then Matt spoke again, “Yeah, go back to the trailer park, white trash.”

Jimmy snapped and charged at Mark before I could stop him. He knocked Mark to the ground and reared up to hit him. I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled as hard as I could until Jimmy was off of Mark.

“Get out before security gets called,” I told him.

He got to his feet and walked out the door before anything else could happen. Mark was getting to his feet and adjusting his clothes. I was trying to calm myself down as I regarded him.

“Please leave, Mark.”

“Seriously? Your trailer trash boyfriend attacked me, but you’re kicking me out?”

“You provoked him.”

“I wasn’t saying anything he hasn’t heard before, or anything that wasn’t true.”

“Fuck off!” I snapped, my anger finally bubbling over. “You are fucking insufferable! I’ve told you on multiple occasions that I have a boyfriend, that I’m not interested. Most people would take the fucking hint and move on. The way you’ve been acting, especially tonight, is way out of line. I want you to get the fuck out and if I ever see you here again I will contact the authorities and have you charged for harassment.”

Mark blinked, realized I was being serious, and finally left. He muttered some less than ideal names towards me as he walked out the door. I sighed and buried my head in my hands. I was grateful that there wasn’t many customers in the area as all of this went down.

“Hey.” I looked up at my co-worker, who was now in front of me. “Go check on your man.”

I thanked her and quickly walked out the door. I didn’t expect him to still be outside, so I was surprised to see him stood by his car, almost like he was waiting for me to come out.

“Did I get you in trouble?”

I gave him a small smile and shook my head. “No. If anything, you did me a favor. When it became evident that Mark wasn’t taking no for an answer, all of us wanted to ban him from the place entirely, but we weren’t allowed unless he really caused trouble. I think it’s safe to say starting a fight is more than probable cause to make sure he never comes back.”

Jimmy was nodding and rubbing the back of his head. “I probably could’ve handled that better though.”

“I didn’t expect you to handle it any other way,” I said. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Are you okay?”

Jimmy chuckled slightly. “Cocksucker didn’t even try to hit me. Did you see his face when I tackled him? He looked like he shit himself.”

I giggled. “Yeah, he’s definitely not a fighter. He’s too much like a high school mean girl for someone who works an office job and makes as much money as he does.”

Jimmy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, resting his chin on top of my head. “I’m glad you stopped me. I wouldn’t beat the shit out of him if you didn’t.”

“I would’ve liked to see that.”

We both stood in silence for a while. I buried my nose in Jimmy’s sweater, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne. It made a warm feeling swell inside of me, like a safe feeling. It reminded me of how I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than in Jimmy’s arms, or with anyone else besides Jimmy. No amounts of money, or people like Mark could ever change my mind about that.

“I should actually go to work,” I said, reluctantly untangling myself from Jimmy’s arms. “I’ll see you when I get off?”

“Of course, I’ll come pick you up.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. I started back towards the restaurant, but paused to turn back to Jimmy. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Bad Again | Peter Parker

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pairing - college!Peter x reader word count - 2,699 warnings - reader is battling depression/anxiety and has thoughts of wanting to hurt herself A/N - just something that’s been sitting in my drafts | gif found on Pinterest

summary - You were getting to that point in the school year where everything was overwhelming, and you just wanted to give up. Luckily, Peter Parker isn’t going to let you do that.

How do you tell your professor that you can’t make it to class because you’re afraid you might purposefully crash your car if you get behind the wheel?

Right. You can’t. So you don’t.

You paint on your brave face -the one that so nicely makes it seem like you have your life together- and you get up. You make a cup of coffee, do your make-up just right, and go through all the motions. When your roommate skips class because of her own academic stress, you do not cave. You continue going through the motions, because attendance is required and you’re only a few months away from graduation. You can hold it together for that much longer.

You don’t want to be a statistic, so you stay on the road while driving, even though it would be so easy to just swerve into a light post and call it good.

You weren’t sure when things got bad again, but they did. Part of you was sure it had something to do with your roommate having a boyfriend and you being terribly single. Your constant need to be validated wasn’t being fulfilled, and you missed your mom and your best friends from back home. Your college was almost 400 miles away from your hometown, so you couldn’t just pop by for a visit. You just needed to survive for another month, and then you could visit home for spring break. 30 days. They’d fly by.

You sat in the back of your class in between your friends, greeting them the way you knew they expected you to. For the most part, you were good. You could focus on the lesson and nod along with the professor, and you still smiled at all of your classmates when they sent you a wave. You still shared silly glances with Peter, your friend who sat in the front row whom you had developed a crush on. You still knew how to go through the motions.

Until there were about 30 minutes left of class.

The professor was listing off upcoming deadlines and explaining how to apply for your required internship placement, and something snapped. It was too much. Too much information coming in all at once. You needed out. The room was closing in, and you knew you’d break down if you didn’t leave right away. The professor had just split everyone into groups to discuss the peer reviewed journal you were assigned to read over the weekend, so you used that as your chance to slip out.

You were not aware that Peter had been watching you the whole time. He noticed the way you ran your fingers through your hair and pressed your lips into a tight line as you left: two sure fire signs something was wrong.

He had an internal battle with himself for a moment, and eventually decided to stand up and follow you out. Peter walked down the hallway for a while, looking down other corridors to see where you had gone. When he approached the women’s bathroom, he hesitated. Opening the door could pretty much only end two ways, so he was trying to decide if the risk of the negative possibility was worth the chance of the positive one.

He decided it was and slowly pushed the door open.

You tried to quiet your sobs when you heard the bathroom door open. You had been the only one in there when you walked in, and you were so hoping it would stay that way. You covered your mouth with your hand and closed your eyes, still seated on the closed toilet, as you silently prayed for the person to leave.

“(Y/N)?”

Your eyes widened when you heard Peter’s voice. You stayed dead silent, waiting for his next move.

“(Y/N), are you in here?”

“No,” you replied weakly. Peter stopped in front of your stall and knocked on it softly.

“You want to talk?” he asked. You sniffed, not knowing what to say. Peter didn’t speak again, but he did slide to the ground and press his back against the stall door. “We don’t have to talk,” he said. “But I’m here if you need me. Unless you want to be alone.”

“I don’t,” you said, your voice cracking. And you didn’t. Truly the last thing you wanted to be was alone. Peter stood up from the ground, and you slowly undid the lock of the bathroom door and opened it.

Peter took in your tear stained cheeks and sighed. He crouched in front of you so his face was level with yours and wiped some tears with his thumbs. Your lower lip started to quiver, so you tugged it between your teeth and let a shaky breath out of your nose. “Stressed?” he asked. You nodded and felt tears pooling in your eyes again. You knew it was stupid. You knew everyone had the same workload as you, so why were you the only one breaking down? You cursed your anxiety as another tear fell down your cheek. “Tell you what,” Peter said. “Did you drive to campus?”

You shook your head no. “I walked.” You lived in an off campus apartment that was still within walking distance of the school. So did Peter.

“Perfect,” he said. “We can go back to my place. I’ve got ice cream and movies, and it’s Friday so there’s no need to talk about any homework.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” you started, “but I should honestly get started on the reading and the written response and-”

“Nope,” Peter said, cutting you off. “It’s already 6:30. That’s well past homework time on a Friday night.” He stood up from his crouching position and reached into his pocket. “You go out to my car, and I’ll tell prof you got sick and needed to go home. I’ll grab your stuff and meet you out there.” You nodded and mouthed a thank you to Peter. He left the bathroom, and you took a moment to wipe away some mascara stains from under your eyes.

You only had to wait a few moments in Peter’s car before he was there. The ride to his apartment was quiet. You had one of your legs tucked under you, and the other was pulled up to your chest. You rested your chin on your knee as you stared out the window, trying to stop the waterfall of tears that wanted to pour from your eyes.

Peter pulled into the parking spot outside his apartment and turned to look at you. You clearly hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped. You didn’t move at all, and your eyes were still staring blankly out the window. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, then laid a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jumped and looked at him. “We’re here,” he said. You nodded numbly and unbuckled your seatbelt to follow him to his apartment. Peter hated seeing you like this. He loved you so deeply, and he hated when you were going through a specifically difficult depressive episode. He knew all the signs. Always noticed the blank stares and lack of smile. You had been bad for a while, he noticed. He just didn’t know how to help you. Didn’t know if you wanted his help.

You did. So desperately.

Peter guided you to his couch where you sat down and pulled your knees close to your chest. “You want to take a bath?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. You shrugged and put your chin on your knees. “I’m gonna run you a bath, okay? I’ve still got some of those bath bombs you gave me for Christmas.”

“Okay,” you whispered. Peter crouched in front of you so that he could actually see your eyes.

“I’ll be back in just a minute,” he said. You nodded again. Peter was hesitant to leave you alone. He didn’t want you to break down on your own. He waited impatiently for the bath to fill up, tossing in a bath bomb and watching it dissolve. Once it was ready, he grabbed you some of his clothes to change into, then went back to the living room to get you. You hadn’t moved from your position, and you were still staring blankly across the room. “(Y/N)?” he said, getting your attention. You turned to look at him. He noticed the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “That bath’s ready.” You nodded and stood up, walking to the bathroom. “I left you some clothes,” he said.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Holler if you need anything,” he said. You nodded, so Peter left you alone in the bathroom.

As soon as you sunk into the tub, you pulled your knees up to your chest for the third time that day, realizing that it was a comforting pose for you. It was like you were trying to hold yourself together when all you wanted to do was fall apart. Before you knew it, you were crying. Thankfully, you had gotten exceptionally good at sobbing silently.

Why were you falling apart so much?

You got out of the bath after a little while and tugged Peter’s clothes on. You didn’t soak for too long, because it wasn’t making you feel any better. If anything, sitting alone with your thoughts was making things worse. You tied your hair up in a bun and scrubbed your make-up off your face, then left Peter’s bathroom. You heard the TV going in his bedroom, so you made your way there. He had been laying in bed, his head propped up against some pillows, but sat up as soon as you walked in. “How’re you doing?” he asked. You shrugged, and Peter sighed. “C’mere,” he said. You did and got into bed next to him. You laid close to his body, resting your head on his chest. “You want to talk to me?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“What’s on your mind?”

You sighed. “Just don’t understand what’s wrong with me. Don’t understand why I’ve been so bad lately.”

“You stressed?”

“Not really,” you said. “I guess that’s a part of it. But really, classes are great and, and work has been going well. I guess I just, I don’t know. My roommate just got a boyfriend, so I’ve been feeling so alone lately. And so tired all the time. And I just don’t want to be here anymore. And I just want to graduate. And I want to be happy, but I don’t know how to do that. And I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” Peter said, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek. You were shaking so much, Peter felt like he had to hold you tighter. “Hey, hey, take a breath,” he said.

“I hate this,” you croaked out. “I don’t want to be like this anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could take it all away for you.” You placed a soft kiss to his neck, just to let him know you appreciated it. Your lips lingered longer than you planned for them to. When you finally pulled away, you kept your face nuzzled against his neck. Your nose brushed across his skin until you kissed him again. Peter moved away from you so he could look down into your eyes.

“Peter,” you whispered. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again before he licked his own. Before you could say anything else, Peter pressed his lips to yours. You let a sigh pass your lips before you kissed him back. He put his hands on your hips and rolled your bodies so he was hovering over you. He pushed his tongue past your lips and dragged one hand up your torso. His thumb brushed the underside of your breast, but he pulled away just as fast.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you like this,” he whispered. You could tell he was using a lot of self-restraint, which you somewhat admired. “You’re hurt and, and sad and, and I don’t want to do something you might regret tomorrow.” You felt more tears coming to your eyes as he hung his head and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just did that. I’m so fucked up. I’m sorry.”

“Stop, stop,” he said, putting his thumbs on your cheekbones and wiping your tears away. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’m just making this all worse.”

“I’m just a walking disaster,” you said. “This is so stupid. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid!” Peter said. “There’s just a lot going on in your brain. And that’s okay. I just think you should be doing this with someone you want to do this with, not me just cuz I’m here.”

You tilted your head slightly and sniffed the rest of your tears back up. “Wait, are you being serious?” you said. Peter mirrored your confused expression.

“What?” he said. “Did I say something wrong?”

“You are someone I want to do this with,” you said. “You are the only someone I want to do this with.” Peter sat back on his heels allowing you to sit up as well. He looked taken aback by what you had said, and all you wanted was for him to respond.

“Seriously?” he said. You swallowed back more nervous tears and nodded.

“And I’m not just saying that because I’m hurt or sad or, or lonely,” you said. “I mean it. But I get that I’m a lot to handle, and this is a totally not romantic way to do this, and we both know I’m a disaster, so I know-”

Peter cut you off by kissing you again. He pulled away before you could even fully process what he had done. He chuckled at the surprised look on your face. “You’re right,” he said. “You are a disaster.” You pouted, and he grinned and brushed his thumb across your lower lip. “But I don’t mind,” he said.

“You can’t fix me,” you said. “This is just how I am.”

“I have no desire to fix you,” he said. “I like you just the way you are.”

“Are you sure about that?” you said. Peter tilted his head slightly in confusion, and you sighed. “I don’t even like me the way I am.”

“I’m positive,” he said. He put his hand on your cheek and brushed his thumb across your cheekbone. “Disaster or completely put together, I like you.” You couldn’t help but smile, and Peter mirrored your expression.

“I’m sorry if you have to comfort me all the time,” you said.

“Stop apologizing,” he said. “I don’t have to be here, but I am. Doesn’t that say something?” You swallowed back more tears -god, they just kept coming- and nodded.

“It says everything,” you said. “Thank you.” Peter pulled you in for another kiss, holding you close to him, before he pulled away. He tugged your body close to his and opened his legs so you could lay between them. Then, he picked up the remote and started flicking through Netflix on the TV. You looked up at him as he tried to decide on what to pick, his lower lip caught between his teeth in concentration. You tilted your head up and pressed a kiss to his jawline, making him look down at you with a smile. Neither of you said anything, just turned your attention back to the TV. You put your hand on top of Peter’s that was resting on your stomach, brushing your thumb across the back of his hand.

Despite Peter’s new role in your life, you still found there were a lot of days where getting out of bed and driving safely to school was a challenge. Just like you had told him, he couldn’t fix you. But he wasn’t trying to. All he wanted to do was be there for you whenever you asked him to be. Because he liked you just the way you were.

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I have a request if you’re up for it. An MC who just arrived in the Devildom who’s lover just dumped them the day prior. The bros know MC isn’t emotionally or romantically available at the time but the bros still fall in love regardless. How will the bros handle the situation? Thank you! 🙏💗

Hi! I sort of took this idea and ran with it and wrote basically a headcanon short story for each bro lmao. Sorry I got a bit carried away but I hope you like this and it satisfies you! :) 

Also thank you so much @midnight-dome for the help with Asmo, you’re a lifesaver

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Lucifer:

The success of the program depends on your wellbeing

So he checks in on you every other day like clockwork 

“Is there anything you need to make your stay more comfortable?”

You always say no

At first, he’s glad you’re staying in 

Because it means less trouble for him

But when you skip all of your classes one day, he comes to your room ready to give you a firm reminder of your tasks here

He’s about to knock when he hears you sob 

Now, Lucifer has heard a lot of crying in his life

But he’s never heard someone sound so completely broken

He shocks himself when he turns on his heels and walks away

He shocks himself even more when he texts the group chat and demands everyone leaves you alone for the day

That evening he comes into your room with a small plate of food

By then you were are least on top of your sheets

You knew he was gonna ask the same question as always

But this time, his words were different

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Help?” 

He simply nods

And though he didn’t outright say what he meant by help, you knew

“I...don’t know?”

“Hm, okay. I’m going to listen to some music in my study. The door will be unlocked should you wish to join me.”

Then he’s gone

The few precious moments Lucifer isn’t working, he prefers to not be disturbed

So why on earth did he invite you to join him in his study?

He doesn’t have time to ponder it because the door opens and you come in with a blanket wrapped around you

The first night you both listen in comfortable silence

A few nights in, you start asking Lucifer about the records he puts on and he has no qualms educating you on it

On night 10 you tell him about the breakup

Once you’re done he, again, asks the same question

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

‘You’ve done more than enough to help me Lucifer, thank you.”

He finds himself blushing from the sincerity in your eyes and the warmth in your smile

That night you fall asleep before the record finishes

Surely you’d wake up aching if he left you in a chair

So he picks you up, carries you to your room, and tucks you into bed carefully

He tells himself he’s doing it for Diavolo

It’s for the program, this is his job

He’s gonna need time to accept his own feelings before he can tell you anything

For now, he’ll keep doing his “job” and spending evenings with you

Mammon:

He didn’t want to be your babysitter

He was a busy guy! He had stuff to do, money to make, things to steal

Some days he gets Beelzebub to keep an eye on you so he can do what he wants

One night in particular he heads to your room to make sure you won’t interfere with his plans

“Yo! The Great Mammon has things to do so don’t-”

He pauses when he sees you sitting on your bed with your headphones plugged into your laptop

He would have assumed you were just watching a sad movie by the tears streaks on your face

But the pain in your eyes…

He’s seen that look before

His brothers held that same look the day they fell from Heaven and lost Lilith

Mammon sits on the bed and you jump, finally noticing him

You expected him to make fun of you but instead, he grabs the tissue box on your bedside table and hands it to you

He glances at your laptop to see what you were watching and sees a paused video of you and someone else

You tell him about the breakup and Mammon listens closely

“What a jerk! Ya deserve better than that! I’d teach ‘em a lesson if they ever showed their face around here!”

You smile for the first time since he came in the room and he feels like he’s done something right

“How about we get some late-night food? I know a 24-hour restaurant with the best baked newt ever. Your treat.”

He’s shocked when you agree

He makes a point to hang out with you more often

He can’t recall exactly when you went from “a human” to “his human” 

Maybe it was when you held his hand while you erased all your photos and videos of your ex from your computer

Or when you texted him at 3am because you couldn’t sleep and before he could even think about it he was up and on his way to your room

Or when he spotted you in one of his jackets while walking home from RAD

But his greed was kicking in and he wanted you to be his and only his

However, much like he puts himself first, he knows you need to do the same

So though his nature and mind wants to kiss you silly and have you for himself

Part of him knows he’ll ruin things if he lets his greed take over

So he’ll fight his nature and try his best to be patient

Leviathan:

He had been playing one of his games online

He’s on a big winning streak and feeling a bit cocky

He sees he’s been matched with someone else so he gets into gamer mode 

Then he loses the first round

He’s a bit shocked and pissed that his streak was now broken but he has to prove his superiority to whoever this opponent was

So he rematches them

And loses again

And again

He loses 7 rounds in a row

By this point he is fuming

So like any salty gamer he sends a very lengthy, angry message to their inbox

Accusing them of using cheats and hacks because there was no way anyone was more skilled than him at this game

He gets a reply a few minutes later

“Um.....is this Leviathan? Avatar of Envy? It’s MC…”

You knew it was Levi because his username is the same across all his social media platforms

Cue Levi barreling into your room a minute later

“How are you so good!? You’re cheating, aren’t you!? You cheater!’

You weren’t cheating, you just had been playing games day in and day out to distract yourself so you got really good at it

Levi all but demands you to come to his room and show him what you know

You were already playing all night anyway so why not play with someone? 

Initially, Levi would have you come over just to show him your tactics 

(Also to get some team wins on his stats because he never has anyone to play with)

But you were actually pretty chill for a normie

Maybe if he exposed you to his otaku ways you would take to them and he wouldn’t be the only one in the house anymore!

You don’t become an otaku but you do get invested in almost every anime he shows you

He starts inviting you over for midnight premieres of new episodes

He starts buying extra merch because what if you wanted one?

He was used to disproving looks from his brothers when he mass buys stuff from Akuzon

But you only smile and listen when he tells you about his new special edition item

You never once judged him and his unconventional ways

This epiphany makes him extra nervous for your weekly hangouts

It was only a matter of time before you came across a break up in an anime

When the episode ended you told him about your break up and how the protagonist reminded you of yourself because they also were taking a break from love

Levi has seen this anime before actually

He remembers how the protagonist reacted to a side character confessing to them and it went bad

So while he knows he likes you, he holds off on saying anything because the last thing he wants is to be a bad story arc in your life

Lucky for him he’s always a flustered blushing mess so you shouldn’t suspect a thing

Satan:

He is the Avatar of Wrath so whenever there is rage, he is aware

He feels anger radiating through the house one day and thinks his brothers are just fighting again

Imagine his surprise when he realizes the source of the anger is coming from your room

He walks in and sees you throwing things around and screaming, your room was destroyed

He sees you’re about to step on some glass and instantly swoops in and picks you up so you don’t hurt yourself

But then you curl up against him and burst into tears

He stands there, not quite sure what to do 

He ends up sitting on the bed and letting you cry for a while

You word vomit about your break up and he listens carefully and notes the anger welling up inside you as you speak

He knows all too well what anger can do to someone and a fragile human shouldn’t have to go through that

“Would you like some tea?”

He can spare 30 minutes for some small talk with the human if it meant that you wouldn’t be left in your thoughts

You look at him like he has three heads but agree because your room is a mess and you don’t wanna deal with it right now

Tea time becomes a daily occurrence and soon enough it escalates to full-on hangouts

Going to the bookstore, going to cat cafes, going wherever you wanted to really

One time you both took a day trip to the human world

Lucifer wasn’t happy to find out his brother and you were gone for an entire day but he lets it go when he sees that you’re smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks

What Satan didn’t expect was how these outings made him feel

He finds himself distracted from his books because he can’t stop thinking about how cute you looked holding that black cat at the cafe

Or how happy you looked when you took him to that ice cream shop in your hometown that you really love

He wakes up and you’re the first thing to pop into his mind

He’s not dumb, he knows he’s fallen in love

But he also knows this isn’t the right time, you aren’t ready

So he’ll keep being there for you as a friend

And if you ever want him to be there as something more, he’ll happily oblige

Asmodeus:

There was a movie night at the House of Lamentation

Today’s movie was an action movie, courtesy of Mammon

Amidst all the face punching and explosions, there was a budding romance between the main characters

After the third obnoxious makeout scene, you leave the room claiming you need to go to the restroom

But you leave just a *little* too fast and Asmo can feel something is up

And he thrives on gossip so he intends to find out what is it

He leaves the room a few minutes later and catches you in the hallway, determined to get you to spill the tea

You tell him about the breakup

He wasn’t prepared for the tea to be so bitter

“Oh. Well, you know what’s good for that? Face masks!” 

He had to save face somehow and beauty was his default

He’s a bit shocked when you agree but you both ditch movie night to do face masks and talk a bit

He decides to share a couple of bad date experiences he’s had to make you feel better

“Trust me, you haven’t felt embarrassment until you have someone vomit Enfield brains on your new pants and shoes while at one of the hottest clubs in the Devildom.”

You spent the entire night giggling and listening to his stories

Devildom products are surprisingly effective on your skin so you keep asking Asmo to show you new products

Plus his company is nice

Self-care days become a common occurrence

Then those self-care days become self-care sleepovers

He starts intentionally waiting to try anything new because he wants you to be there when he does

He buys more of those scented candles you told him smelled nice

A few weeks later you’re having a self-care sleepover again and you have this really cute focused look on your face while painting your nails

He knows he likes you, but this was different than his usual attraction

He didn’t want to fuck you

Well he did but not just fuck you

He wouldn’t mind if there was something more

But you routinely ended your self-care nights by yelling ‘Fuck love!’ at the top of your lungs and laughing

So he knows now isn’t the time and he’s actually okay with that

You were a sight to behold regardless of his relationship status with you

But he hopes you’ll indulge in him one day

Beelzebub:

Mammon keeps pushing his human watching duties on Beel

But he doesn’t really care because he’s being paid in cheesecake

After his third day of keeping an eye on you, he notices you aren’t eating much

Being the Avatar of Gluttony, this is basically a crime

He starts bringing extra snacks with him when he hangs out with you

“I think the chocolate flavor is better than the vanilla. What do you think?”

He actually doesn’t have a preference 

He just wants to know which snacks you like more so he can bring more of them

He makes a game out of it so you don’t think about how much you’re eating

“It motivates me to work out longer when I get a snack, could you help me?”

You sit on his back and after every pushup, you both eat a bit of whatever snack he has

He keeps going until he thinks you’ve eaten a decent amount

Or you say you’re getting full

Belphie notices that Beel is refilling his snack stash more often but he doesn’t say anything

Beel feels an immense sense of accomplishment when you finish your plate at dinner a few days later

Soon after you tell him about the breakup

“It hit me hard but you made it easier to cope, Beel. These hangouts are the highlight of my day so thank you.”

There’s a certain pang Beel gets in his stomach when he’s really hungry

Somehow your words made that pang happen in his chest

But this didn’t hurt him, quite the opposite actually

He felt good, he felt happy

It was strange for his stomach to be the quiet one while his heart went wild

But this wasn’t a change he minded too much

He wasn’t sure what to make of it but he knows he wants to figure it out with you

And he’ll take his time doing so because he liked how things were now

Belphegor:

He’s intrigued by you after the first week of your stay

He’s never seen a human who slept as much as he did

Frankly, he was impressed

Until Lucifer informed everyone about your recent breakup and made it clear to not upset you

That’s when Belphie realized these were not the leisurely naps he takes, but depression naps

One day he sees you sleeping in the living room and you looked so distressed

Sleeping was meant to be a peaceful state but you looked so unhappy

So he wakes you up

“You’re in my sleeping spot.”

You weren’t in his sleeping spot.

“Oh sorry, I’ll move-”

“You’re already here. We can both fit.” 

Before you can protest he’s all comfy next to you and falling back asleep

Having another person next to you was kind of comforting so you let it go and go back to sleep

What you didn’t know was Belphie could partially influence your dreams

He can make them more pleasant but he can’t control what you dream about

He knows it works when he wakes up and you have a relaxed expression on your sleeping face

You wake up soon after looking confused

“Good dream?”

“I think? I had a dream I rode a unicorn to the moon then carved my initials into it?”

Napping together in the living room becomes a routine

And every time you woke up you told him about the dream you had with a small smile

A few weeks later he notices he no longer has to influence your dreams for them to be good

So he leaves you be and instead curls up in the attic for his afternoon nap

He wakes up a bit when he feels someone lay down next to him

It’s probably Beel

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved napping spots?”

His eyes open and he looks over to see you pouting at him

“I just sorta ended up here.”

“Well, I can’t nap without my cuddle buddy now can I?”

You’re teasing him and he should be annoyed

But he’s blushing

He spoons you to hide that fact, resting his forehead on your shoulder

But while your dreams were getting better, it didn’t mean you were ready to move on

So he just enjoys his intimate cuddling sessions with you and tries not to think too hard about the fact that he really likes how your body fits against his

[chelleztjs18]

Lost in Assistance - Ch. 3

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

GIF: I do not own this GIF. Found it on gifimage.net

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

All chapters

It's the day before the meeting between Y/n, Mitchel with Jane Vernon and Lizzie. Lizzie has to come by to her manager's office. She's wondering why can't they just discuss it through the phone but it's her day off anyway so she doesn't mind having a quick meeting that she actually already has an idea what this meeting is about. After she parked her car at her special spot that's not easily found or noticeable by the paparazzi, she got into the elevator and went up to floor 48 where Jane's office is.

"Good morning Miss Olsen. Mrs. Vernon is in her office room. She's having a video conference but she said you can just go in and wait inside. Can I get you something to drink?" Jane’s assistant greeted her and his hand gestures gave Lizzie a sign to go in.

"Hi Aaron, yeah I have a quick meeting with Jane. I'll have a pumpkin spice latte from the coffee shop in the lobby please.Thanks." She smiled and went into the office room.

Lizzie walked in right on time as Jane just got done from the video conference.

"Lizzie! Good morning sweety! Thank you for coming by." The brown haired lady in her late 30's stood up and came to Lizzie to give her a hug. "Hi Jane. Morning. Yeah no problem." Lizzie answered as she hugged her back then both of them had a seat facing each other separated by a big mahogany colored office desk. Lizzie slid her sunglasses up and rested it on her head and put her purse aside on the other chair.

"So the reason I asked you to come here is to discuss getting you a personal assistant." Jane started the conversation but Lizzie pinched the bridge of her nose since she already knew this was the reason for the meeting.

"It was my mom wasn't it that asked you to talk to me again about this? I thought I already told you that I don't need one. I'm already comfortable with you. We work well together. You know me very well, and I know how you work too." Lizzie tries to explain her point again.

"Well, it wasn't really all your mom behind this meeting, I thought I needed to talk with you again in person about this. I love the way we work together too. I love to manage everything for you. I totally understand your point but.." 

A knock on the door interferes with the conversation. It's Aaron. "Excuse me, sorry but here's your coffee Miss Olsen, also your mom is here. She said she has an appointment with Mrs Vernon to join the meeting." Lizzie right away turns her head around in confusion and sees Jarnett come in. "Mom? What are you doing here?" Despite her confusion with why Jarnett is here, she still stands up to give her mom a hug.

"Hi honey, oh I'm just here to talk with you and Jane more about the personal assistant." Jarnett answered as she took a seat as soon as Lizzie moved her purse onto her lap from the other chair. "Mom, Jane, I already told you both I don't think I need one. I'm not comfortable adjusting with new people when we can actually solve the problem in different ways." Lizzie said with a little firm tone. 

"Liz, I understand but with your upcoming filmings for different movies in a row in the next few years and that means there'll be a lot more press, interviews, comic cons, shows and a lot more other stuff. It means I will be way busier than I am now with all the major stuff. If you have another personal assistant, all of your other minor needs and stuff will be handled, she can probably even help me so everything will go smoother and easier for you, for all of us." Jane explained her point enthusiastically that can be seen from her hand movements when she was talking. 

"Jane is right Liz. I mainly care about you getting everything you need when you are busy and help you manage/prepare the other minor things" Said Jarnett, helping Jane to prove her point.

"Let's say we don't get the new assistant, we can adapt it through online or phone. You can let me know way in advance whatever I need to know and vice versa. It's like how we have been doing but we do it way in advance. It's that simple. I meant, I'm an adult now, I can do this." Lizzie replied persistently. "I don't think it will work that way even though it does,it won't last that long." Jane said. 

"I think if you have your assistant that's only focused on you, it will help you. I know you don't feel comfortable and give you anxiety when you have to adapt or deal with new people but can you at least give it a try, hun? Trust me it will make your work and filming easier. At least if it works, this can add acquaintances or even maybe new friends in your circle. We never know until we try. Jane has a good friend who knows a professional assistant. She was even impressed when she briefly saw her resumé." Jarnett tries to persuade her daughter as smoothly as she possibly can , knowing it's the only way to handle her daughter's persistence. Jarnett knows how her daughter can sometimes be very pertinacious. 

"Yes Liz, please give it a try for some time. If it really doesn't work out then we'll go your way. I promise it will be only temporary." Jane pitched her last try to convince Lizzie.

"Wait wait wait! Her? So you guys actually already found someone even though I haven't agreed on anything yet about this matter? Did you hire her already?" Lizzie tilted her head, her eyes squinted and her mouth was slightly opened, making it clear that she is puzzled with what is going on.

"Weeeell, yes but not really. I meant, we will meet her tomorrow to finalize the contract and everything. I arranged your schedule and squeezed it in. I just want you to meet her to break the ice. My good friend who owns a Hollywood personal assistant agency said that she is the best one he got and you will love having her as your assistant. The meeting will take place here at 10 A.M. So, I'll see you tomorrow morning Liz?" 

Lizzie sighed in defeat knowing she won't get away with this. "How can I say no when you guys are ganging up on me like this? Alright, I guess I have no choice. I'll see you tomorrow. I gotta go now. Love you both." She pouted and stood up planning to leave for she has no other reason to stay longer in the meeting today. She gave Jarnett and Jane a hug goodbye.

Little do they know, in her mind, Lizzie is still trying to find a way to get what she wants.

"Hey, what are you up to? I need to talk with you. I need your help to figure out some stuff. Do you have time to meet me?" She texted her best friend as she left the office towards the elevator.

“ Yo, what’s up? Yeah sure. Tomorrow at noon? We can meet up for lunch. Everything okay?” Her best friend’s text popped up at the same time as the elevator’s ding.

“Yeah but not really. You don’t have time to meet me today?” She replied while she is in the elevator that sometimes makes weird machine noises.

“Sorry babe, I’m really drowning with my errands. Have to get a lot done today. I promise I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lizzie groans in irritation after reading the reply. “Okay then. See you tomorrow.” She replied then got into her car. 

She sighed, part of her is upset with the situation and another part of her is having the anxiety to adjust with new people. She is definitely not happy and not looking forward to attending the meeting tomorrow morning.

Ch. 4

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

positive

warnings: pregnancy, anxiety

word count: 3.8k (look at me go 😃)

Your stomach clenched as you walked into the store, keeping your head down. You didn't want anyone to see you. They would probably know what you were here for just by looking at your face. 

You paused for a moment, wondering why you thought that would be so bad. You were an adult; a woman with a job and a house and a husband who loved you. There was nothing shameful about this. Worrying, yes. Terrifying, absolutely. But not shameful. 

Even so, you refused to look at anyone as you made your way to the aisle you needed. Once you got there, you finally looked up, staring at the rows and rows of pregnancy tests. 

You grabbed the closest one, wanting to get out of there as soon as you could. You brought it to the self check out, scanning it quickly and throwing it in a bag. You didn't release the breath you had been holding until it was safely hidden under the bag of chocolates you had also purchased. You had decided those were necessary, too. To manage your stress levels, obviously. 

Once you got back to your car, you took s few steadying breaths. 

Everything will be fine, you reminded yourself. Harry will be happy. He definitely wants kids. You’ve talked about this.. You know he will be happy. 

Knowing that still didn't help much. Your hands were shaking as you turned the key in the ignition, backing out of your spot and heading home. 

-----

This had been the longest two minutes of your life. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, shaking with nerves and forcing yourself to take deep breaths. The timer on your phone slowly ticked off the seconds until you could check the test. 45 seconds left. You stood, pacing in front of the sink.

30 seconds left. You braced your hands on the vanity, looking in the mirror. Were you really about to be a mother? 

15 seconds left. You counted silently along with the timer, getting more nervous with each passing moment. 

You stopped the timer on the first beep, taking one final steadying breath. You ran your hand through your hair, looking into the mirror again. You were a mess. Your eyes were red and watery, the mascara you had put on earlier smudged underneath. 

You reached for the stick on the counter with a shaky hand. Just as you picked it up, your phone rang. You jumped, gasping and nearly flinging it away from you. You looked at your phone, heart pounding when you saw Harry's face smiling up at you. It’s like he knows, you thought. You quickly shook that idea away.

You exhaled shakily, setting the test down without looking at it and answering the call. 

"Hi Harry," you said, sliding down to sit against the wall and pulling your knees to your chest.

"Hi love! How're you doing?" He smiled, leaning back against his dressing room wall. 

"I'm- I'm good," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm just- I'm good."

  "Are you sure? You sound like something’s wrong," He said, cursing himself for not FaceTiming you. 

"No, I'm fine," you said. You almost laughed at how easily he could read you, even when he couldn't see you.

"Ok, if you're sure," he said, sounding hesitant. Immediately, his mind went into overdrive. What is she doing? Where is she? Why does she sound scared? Did something happen? Is- He was pulled out of his spiral when you spoke again.

  "I'm sure, H. What's going on, though? Don't you have to perform in ten minutes?" 

"I do, yeah, but I just really missed you," he said, sounding almost shy. "I haven't heard your voice in so long, just wanted to say hi." 

You smiled, resting your head against your legs. 

"It's so good to talk to you, I feel like it's been forever. I hate being so far away from you, in a whole different time zone. It's very stressful," you said, sighing. 

"I know, and I'm so sorry, but it's only for two more days- oh," He smacked his hand over his mouth, but the damage had already been done. She wasn't supposed to know about that, you idiot, he mentally yelled at himself. 

You sat up quickly, moving your phone away from your ear to check the date. You weren't crazy, it definitely read "Tuesday, March 8". 

"What do you mean two more days? I thought you weren't back until the 24th?" 

"Uh- oh boy, you weren't supposed to know- I wanted to surprise you. The shows got cut short. I wasn't going to tell you, I was just going to show up at the house and fall into your loving arms," he said, sighing dreamily. He smiled, already excited to see you for what felt like the first time in ages. 

"You- you're not- Harry!" You practically yelled into the phone. You were elated at knowing you would get to see him so soon, but your panic quickly took over. What if the test was positive? You had expected to have two more weeks to figure out how to tell him that he was going to be a father. 

"Wow, Y/N, I expected you to be happy!" he said, laughing. "Come on, you don't hate surprises that much. Plus, it's me," he said, shoulders slumping a bit. He kept his voice light and happy, but inside he was worried. Does she not want to see me? 

"No, of course I am!" you said quickly. "It's not- I just... I planned to-" You paused, searching your mind for a believable lie. "I was going to paint the bedroom, you know, redecorate. Then when you came home it would be totally finished, and it would be all cute and everything." 

"Well, this way I can help! It'll be fun, you know, a group project." He laughed, relaxing again. 

"Yeah, sounds good," you smiled. Knowing him, he would probably be sending you paint swatches and furniture ideas for the next two days. He might actually be disappointed when he got home and you had an entirely different conversation ready for him. 

"Two minutes, Harry!" you heard faint yelling in the background before Harry spoke again. 

"I'm sorry, I've gotta go, they're yelling at me. Call you after?" 

"Of course. Have fun, babe!" 

"Thanks. Bye!" 

Harry hung up, setting his phone on the dressing room vanity before he made his way to the door. Right before he stepped out, though, he had an idea. Spinning around, he quickly went back to his phone and pulled up his mom's contact. 

Harry: I'm going onstage soon, could you go check on Y/N? I think something's up but she won't say. Thanks, love you️❤️ 

"Harry, get out here!" Someone yelled again. 

"I'm coming!" He responded, quickly pressing send and putting his phone back down. 

-----

You finally found the courage to stand up again. You decided it was best to do this fast, like ripping off a bandaid. So you reached for the test, flipping it over before you could lose your nerve. 

Positive. It was definitely positive. You exhaled shakily, sitting down on the closed toilet seat. 

You weren't sure how long you sat before you heard a knock at the door. You flinched, deciding to just ignore it. It couldn't be that important. At least, not more important than the crisis you were currently having. 

The knocking didn’t stop, though, so you finally got up from the floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you heard a gentle voice calling your name. Your head snapped up, red-rimmed eyes glancing through the window to see who it was. You nearly collapsed in relief when you saw your mother in law standing at the door. You quickly moved to open it, smiling apologetically at her.

“Anne, it’s good to see you, come in,” you said, holding the door open wider. “I’m sorry I took so long, I didn’t know you were coming by!”

She smiled back, stepping inside and pulling you into a hug. You leaned into her, eyes welling up as your emotions washed over you. She pulled back, looking worried.

“Y/N, what’s the matter? Oh, don’t cry dear, come, sit and let’s talk.” She led you into the living room, sitting you on the couch next to her. “Harry sent me. He was worried about you, said he thought something was wrong. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Your eyes welled up again at how thoughtful harry was. He could tell you were upset, even over the phone. Even when you insisted everything was fine.

“It’s just...” you could barely speak through your tears. “I’m sorry, I’m- I don’t know how to say this, it’s-“

Anne looked at you encouragingly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You took a deep breath. “I’m- I think I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

Anne’s eyes went wide for a second before she broke into a smile.

“Really? Oh, Y/N, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “But wait- you think? Did you take a test?”

“Yes, from the grocery store. But those aren’t always accurate, right?”

“I suppose, but... I don’t think those give false positives, almost ever. Y/N, are you- Are you not happy about this?”

“No, I am, I just- what will Harry say? He’s touring again soon, and there will almost certainly be more of that. What if he doesn’t want to put his entire career on hold? What if he’s not ready to have a baby? What if-“

“Y/N, slow down,” she said, pulling away to look at you. “Have you met the man? He loves children. He loves you. He loves you more than anyone else on this earth.”

“Besides you,” you added, chuckling. “And Gemma.”

“Honestly, I think that’s a three-way tie” she said, laughing. “Why don’t we get you a doctors appointment, confirm this.”

“Yeah, that’s probably smart,” you said. “Thank you so much, Anne. I was so scared,” you said, wiping your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“Of course, love! Anything for my daughter in law,” she said, hugging you again.

-----

Anne insisted on driving you to the appointment the next day, claiming she “wanted to be involved in every part of her possible grandchild’s life.” You had accepted reluctantly, not wanting to inconvenience her but secretly glad you weren’t alone.

Your leg bounced as you filled out the papers. You brought the completed forms to the desk, thanking the woman who told you the doctor would call you back soon. You settled back into your chair, checking your phone when it dinged.

Just like you had expected, Harry was sending you paint colors. He had sent about ten different shades of grey, then about twenty five different blues for “the accent wall”. You smiled at how excited he was. He was already great at domestic life, why should that be any different with a child?

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You texted Anne when the appointment was over, letting her know which door you were at. You got into the car, unable to contain your smile.

“Everything alright?” she looked at you expectantly.

“Yeah, I’m definitely pregnant,” you said, smiling. “Anne, you’re going to be a grandma.”

“Oh, congratulations! I’m so happy for you,” she said, leaning over the console to hug you. “Have you thought about how you’re going to tell Harry?”

“I actually do have an idea,” you said, pulling away to fasten your seatbelt. “Do you still have your Cricut?”

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You beamed as you held up the white onesie.

“Let’s see it, then!” Anne said excitedly.

You turned it around, revealing the large black Jersey font that read “STYLES 03”.

She was smiling as wide as you were. “That’s just precious, he’s going to love it,” she declared.

“Yeah?” You asked, grinning.

“Absolutely.”

Just then, your phone rang.

“Speak of the devil,” you said when you saw Harry’s face. You picked up the call, putting him on speakerphone so you could finish your project. “Hi Harry! Sorry I didn’t get to call you again yesterday, how was your show?”

“It was great, love, it went really well. How are you? Feeling better?”

“Yes, much. Thanks for sending your Anne to check on me, that was very sweet of you.”

“Yeah, of course! I’m glad she could be there, even though I couldn’t,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Don’t make yourself upset, Harry, I’m always here for Y/N!” Anne said from across the table.

“Oh hi mum! Didn’t know you were there too. What have you two been up to?”

“Um...” you looked at Anne desperately, not sure what to tell him.

“Just been looking through some furniture, love,” Anne jumped in. You smiled at her gratefully.

“Oh, about that! I was thinking we should get one of those benches, you know, the ones that go at the end of the bed? I think they just add a nice little accent to the room. What do you think?”

“Sure, Harry, we can find one of those,” you said, smiling. Just then, you heard a strange grinding noise. You looked down to see the Cricut attempting to eat the vinyl you had been printing out. Your eyes went wide, trying to get Anne’s attention without alerting Harry. She yelped when she saw what you were pointing at.

“What happened?” Harry asked quickly.

“Uh, nothing, we just... found a really nice rug. I gotta go, Harry, talk later!”

You quickly hung up, trying to suppress your laughter as Anne fought with the machine.

“Stop that, you stubborn thing!” She said, pulling the paper out. “That’s quite enough out of you,” she said sternly, pressing the off button when the machine beeped at her.

Once everything was settled, Anne picked up the onesie again, smiling at the letters.

“Y/N, you really don’t have to worry. He’s going to be elated, truly.”

“I know, it’s just... a little scary,” you said, laughing nervously.

“Sure it is, this is a big thing! But remember that it’s a good thing, and it’s something you both want very much. And of course, so do I.”

“Right, of course,” you laughed. “Do you have a gift bag? I want to wrap that so it’s ready to give to Harry as soon as I can.”

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Your stomach had been fluttering since you got the text from Harry. The text. The one that read “just touched down! I’ll be home in two hours ️”. The text that meant you were about to tell him something that would change his life forever.

You were pacing in the living room, unsure of what else to do. You had tried to read a book, but that was useless. You found yourself reading the same sentence over and over with absolutely no comprehension. Then you tried making some pasta for Harry, since you knew it was his favorite and that he would be hungry. This didn’t go so well, though. You were so nervous and shaky that you almost splashed boiling water all over yourself. You decided it wasn’t wise to horribly injure yourself, so you moved on from that. You even tried watching Grey’s Anatomy, which had never failed to distract you before. Even so, you found yourself unable to relax. All you could think about was Harry. What would he say? What would his face look like when he saw the onesie? Would he get it, or would you have to outright tell him you were going to have his child?

You decided to listen to “Kiwi” to get yourself ready to say “I’m having your baby” in case he needed extra help understanding.

At this point, you were basically just watching the clock. You were sure the seconds had never been so long, even when you were waiting for the results of the test.

Finally, you gave up on trying to get your mind off the topic and decided to dive headfirst into it. You made your way upstairs to the room closest to you and Harry’s.

This will be the nursery, you thought with a smile.

You began to map everything out in your mind, from where the crib and dresser would go to what color the blinds would be. You quickly opened Pinterest, very creatively searching “cute nurseries”. You immediately made a new board, flooding your screen with images of play pens and rugs and wall stickers and rocking chairs and everything else you could possibly need.

The time passed faster than you had expected, and the next time you looked up it was 4:52. Knowing he would be home in less than 10 minutes started a whole new rush of nerves in you, and your heart started pounding again.

You went back to the living room, grabbing the little gift bag before going into the kitchen. You adjusted the tissue paper, making the onesie was completely concealed before you put the bag on the counter near the door. You leaned back against the sink, checking your phone again. Your heart jumped when the time changed to 5:00, knowing he would be home any second now. He always managed to get home exactly when he said he would, usually not even off by a minute.

By 5:01, your heart was absolutely pounding out of your chest. Your hands were shaking, so you gripped your phone tighter to steady them. You thought about going into the living room so you could sit, but then your thoughts were interrupted. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard the sound. A car door slamming.

You could barely breathe from the anticipation as you heard his heavy footsteps on the porch; his key clicking in the lock. You rushed forward to let him in, but he had already flung the door open.

He dropped his bags, not paying the slightest attention to where they landed. He didn’t hesitate for even a second before he surged forward, pulling you against him.

“I missed you so much,” he said, breathing heavily. “I would have died if I had to go one more day without seeing you.”

“H... I can’t breathe,” you said, your face squished against his chest. He laughed, loosening his grip just enough for you to fully inhale.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just so happy to see you,” he said, pressing his face to the top of your head. “I’m never going on tour without you again, I was so lonely.”

You smiled, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“I’d be ok if you took me with you next time,” you said, wrapping your arms tighter around him.

You stood there in his arms for a few more minutes, just listening to his heart beating. He swayed you gently, breathing in the sweet smell of your conditioner. Finally, he lifted his head.

“So, tell me everything!”

“Everything about...?” You said, looking up at him quizzically.

“The decorating! Did you and my mum buy any good stuff? I’m ready to go, I’ve been thinking about this for the past two days.”

You felt your face heating up as he looked at you. You felt kind of bad that your lie had gotten this far. He was practically ready to redo the entire house, thinking that’s what you wanted.

“Uh... why don’t we go to the living room?”

“Sure,” he smiled, grabbing your hand to lead you.

"Wait!" you said, pulling back. You reached behind him, picking up the gift bag. Then you smiled, allowing him to lead you to the couch.

Once you were both settled, he turned toward you expectantly. You took a deep breath, knowing everything was about to change.

“Ok... I’m really sorry, but I lied to you,” you said, avoiding his eyes. “There was no redecoration, there was no painting, there was no rug.”

“I- why? What were you doing that you couldn’t tell me about?” He asked, looked confused and a little bit hurt.

“No- it’s not... I wasn’t-”

“Why was my mom here, then?”

“Harry, just let me-”

“Why did you- was there-”

You could tell he was spiraling, and that he was probably imagining some pretty bad things. You couldn’t really blame him, though. You had been acting weird and secretive and now you straight up told him you had been lying. You knew this looked bad.

You quickly placed your hand on his knee, trying to ground him.

“Harry, will you let me talk, please?” You asked gently, looking in his eyes.

“Yeah, of course, I’m sorry,” he said, placing his hand over yours.

“Ok, here goes,” you said, blowing out a breath. “When you called me two days ago, the day you told me you were coming home early, you were right. Something was wrong. Well, not wrong exactly, just... scary,” you said, trying to collect your thoughts. And then when you called yesterday, when your mom was here, we weren’t looking at rugs. We were... crafting.”

“Crafting?” He said, looking confused. “Crafting what?”

“Well, it was... actually, why don’t you see for yourself?” You said holding up the gift bag.

He felt how shaky your hand was against his leg, and he looked at you with concern.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“Just... just open it, I’m fine,” you managed to get out.

He pulled away the tissue paper, looking very nervous. He lifted the tiny garment out, holding it up in confusion.

“What’s...” he trailed off as you motioned for him to turn it around. When he did, you were met with the big letters telling him there would soon be a third member of the Styles family. You quickly looked at his face, trying to decipher his thoughts.

He lowered the onesie, turning slowly toward you.

“It’s... you’re... really?” He said, a slow grin spreading across his features.

You nearly fell back against the couch in relief as you nodded.

“We’re... really?” He asked again, seemingly in disbelief.

“Yes, really,” you said, smiling.

“You’re- we’re having a baby?”

“Yes,” you repeated. “We’re having a baby.”

You barely got the chance to take a breath before he jumped on you, pushing you down on the couch and kissing you. When he pulled back, he didn’t go far. He leaned his forehead against yours, smiling from ear to ear.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered.

“We are,” you said, grinning.

“Wait,” he said, pushing himself up. He took your hand, pulling you up with him. “Does this mean we don’t get to redecorate? Because, honestly, I was getting really excited about that, I picked out some really good colors-”

You laughed, pressing your face against his chest.

“We can do whatever you want, we just have an extra room to think about now.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “The room where our little jellybean is going to live.”