#i hope ur credit card is alright

[ryllen]

live up ur sillies

#twisted wonderland #twst #sebek zigvolt #twst yuu #twst mc #twst grim #fanart #i said i don't care about his new year card #but i thought i'll try again (and again) anyhow because it's not like he is the only available SSR on the pull list #i depleted my diamonds to the point of pulling no more #and no SSR coming at all not him not anyone nothing nada nein #i hope ur credit card is alright #also people are silly if they hold back yelling on tags or replies on drawing posts thinking they would be troubling or annoying #we artists live from that #live up ur sillies everyone

[geekforhorror]

it’s my birthday!! if it’s not to much trouble can I request a short fic with anakin abt birthdays?? Love ur work xoxo

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE <333

also i hope u don’t mind if the fic turned out to be longer :)

wish upon a star

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): none just fluff!

word count: 1.0k

It was the day Anakin had been waiting for. It was finally your birthday. He had been counting down the days ever since you told him when your birthday was when you met him two years ago. Unbeknownst to you, he had been looking the perfect gift to give you for months. Anakin went from shop to shop with no success and he felt hopeless. That was before he stumbled across a lovely clothing store with everything you liked. It had gorgeous sundresses, jewelry, and even nightgowns. He had been browsing the store trying to decide what would be the best present for a special girl like you. Then he found the answer to his unsaid prayers.

Hanging on the rack was a beautiful periwinkle colored satin nightgown with pearl straps that would drape over your shoulders. It was everything you liked in a dress and he knew it too. See, he had been taking notes on what styles and trends you had taken interest in for this exact moment. Anakin looked down at the dress and he knew it was the one. He takes the dress off the rack before heading toward the checkout counter. Anakin then lays the garment on the countertop for the cashier to scan.

“What’s the occasion, sir?” she asks him.

“It’s my wife’s birthday,” he says awkwardly.

“She must be a very special woman then,” she replies while slipping the garment in a fancy box to preserve its state.

“She is,” he says with a smile while she looks away for a second to figure out how much it would cost

“Alright sir, that’ll be 105 credits,” she confirms before he pulls out his card to insert in the credit machine. He hears pinging, letting him know that the payment went through. He couldn’t be happier. Even though the dress cost more than he originally thought it would, he didn’t regret spending his money on his special girl.

“Thank you ma’am,” he says to the lady.

“My pleasure… She’s going to love the dress,” she assures him before he walks away and out of the store. He knew he had to get home quick because he had more surprises waiting for you.

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It had been an hour since he returned home from the store and he was multitasking as if his entire life depended on it. He had to make dinner, set the table, and change into his best attire. Everything had to be perfect for the night you guys would share together. After finishing cooking dinner, he placed the food on the fanciest plates you had and set it on the table right next to the mini candles and flowers he had bought before he arrived at your apartment. Everything was in place.

To his dismay, he heard the front door open and he saw you standing there looking more beautiful than ever if that was possible because you always looked beautiful. You were wearing a navy blue dress with the diamond necklace that he bought for you last year on your birthday. You didn’t have to dress up for your job today, but it was your special day for makers sake and you wanted to feel elegant. And you did. You must’ve looked elegant to have a man like Anakin Skywalker rendered speechless at the sight of you.

“Wow… you look… amazing,” he manages to sputter out nervously.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Skywalker,” you tease. You weren’t lying at all. He had changed into a modest black dress shirt and matching pants. You saw the way the shirt outlined and showed off his toned shoulders, but you weren’t complaining at all.

He walks over to you, taking in the sight of you once more to grasp the etherealness of your beauty.

“Allow me,” he says, now offering you his hand in which you take in a heartbeat.

“Such a gentleman,” you say with a childish like grin before walking over to the nicely decorated table in awe. ‘He did all of this for me,’ you thought to yourself.

“Ani… You shouldn’t have,” you stammered.

“Of course I had to, my love,” he reassures.

“You’re too good to me,” you say.

“You deserve it,” he says adoringly.

“I don’t know how I got this lucky,” you reply truthfully. You were being 100% genuine right now. He was your everything and you didn’t know what you would do without him in your life. Before you met him, you were lost in life and so was he, but then the two of you met and it was like it was meant to be.

“Neither do I. I mean, I get to spend the rest of my life with an amazing girl like you,” he says which practically has you blushing like a teenage girl. He hesitates for a second before pulling out a nicely decorated box with a bow wrapped around it, causing you to look at him in both awe and shock.

“I was going to wait until later, but I can’t wait any longer,” he says before handing the box over to you. “Go ahead, open it,” he says.

You look at him with a smile before opening the delicate package and removing the wrapping around the garment. Once you finally got down to the surface of the box, you took it out and realized what it was.

“Maker, Ani… It’s beautiful…” you trail, still in shock over the nightgown and its features.

“That’s why it’s so fitting, angel… because you are,” he says with a smile.

“I swear to maker, Ani… If you don’t get over here and kiss me right now, I’ll lose it,” you say, catching him off guard. He stands up and so do you before he kisses you softly on the lips. It was soft but also so intimate. Just the way you guys liked it. He had given you many things. Passion, happiness, gifts, but most importantly; his love. That was the best thing he could’ve ever given you and you couldn’t thank him enough for it. You were forever grateful for Anakin.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he softly whispers against your lips.

“I love you too,” you reciprocate while being lost in the kiss.

This was a birthday you would never forget.

#anakin skywalker #anakin fluff #anakin imagine #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #hayden christensen #anakin star wars #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #revenge of the sith #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #star wars

[truly-a-snitch]

hi!! I just found your blog, and honestly love this already..and I really wanna request! So it is alright if I do? And if I could be called 🧸Anon?

so my request is reader who is super blunt..like will say anything that comes to mind about someone (good or bad) and won’t stop unless pulled away from the scene? And they are super judgmental, doesn’t even try and hide it. Reader will side eye everyone and everything? I was hoping for Dazai, Ranpo, chuuya, and kunikida if that’s alright with you!

reader is so mepilled lowk. hi 🧸 anon !!

WARNINGS: none i dont think :3

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dazai, ranpo, chuuya, and kunikida with a blunt, judgemental s/o

dazai

he thinks its entertaining as hell watching you just speak your mind

like. you straight up have no filter and he loves it

because hes so used to everybody darting around their feelings, acting all nice when he can see in their body language that theyre actually not so cool

but then you came along and you werent like that at all. you just... say what you think. he fucks w that

loves talking shit w you so much. second favorite pasttime other than purposely getting on ppls nerves

unfortunately he does have to pull you away from people, especially because a lot of the people he associates with (or runs into) are. yknow. mafia members.

when its safe to do so, however, he indulges you. he loves to sit with you and just talk about your opinions of other people

over meals especially is his favorite !! he sits next to you on the couch with a takeout container of crab fried rice and listening to you mindlessly bitch about people because they had bad vibes

100% the type to be like nodding along and reacting like "oh shit really ? he said that ? whatd you do. did you hit him with your car ?" ("no") "you should leak his credit card info on reddit"

hes an agent and harbinger of passive chaos what can i say

ranpo

you're literally just like him, if a bit more unfettered. you don't have the same bonds that he does

another fan of your shittalking, he thinks its interesting that you speak your mind !

he loves egging you on especially

ranpo is very similar to dazai in this manner, he likes to lay his head in your lap and play video games while you read the people around you to filth

however where dazai is just sort of There while youre doing it, ranpo actively contributes

he lowk has the best side-eye. like somebody says something sketch and hes just like staring

ranpo cant help but stare at you when ur talking shit which is sort of weird but hes seriously like yes read them to filth honey

he helps you get better at reading people too !!

also he likes that he can get rid of his filter with you and just spitball his thoughts :3 not that he has much of a filter as it is but still

if you get to be too much out in public, he will drag you away from the situation though, if only because hes prioritizing your safety

chuuya

okay. it is very important to remember that chuuya loves you very much.

HOWEVER comma. your little stream of consciousness habit sometimes does grate on him

when it doesn't though. and even when it does actually he does NOT stop you

hes standing there next to you watching the whole situation ready to defend you if somebody tries to get physical (epitome of "say what you want babe i can fight")

he doesnt partake in it himself, but he never stops you. (he supports your rights AND wrongs)

chuuya does like when you talk about dazai though

only if its bad stuff. and only if he gets to talk shit with you

he also has a really good side eye. he doesnt let himself get upset enough to start talking because hes not very good at controlling his volume when he gets mad

if you get yourself in over your head he WILL pick you up and carry you away. no need for his ability either hes goated as we all know

sometimes he does find himself laughing at the things you say. he tries not to. he does. (his laugh is so infectious too)

kunikida

youve seen how he interacts with dazai (or rather how dazai interacts with him)

point is dazai gets on his nerves. we love an annoying bisexual king. you would think he would have a similar attitude towards you but he doesnt !! hes usually on board for your shenanigans

he loves hearing you talk no matter what its about. though he likes when you talk about dazai because its usually how annoying he is

thats usually the only time he joins in to give his two cents

he was a bit taken aback by how blunt you were when you two first met. he probably was already mentally noting which of his relationship ideals you fit and which you didn't (though obviously it doesnt matter now because youre dating him lmao)

you can take the man out of the teaching position but u cannot take the teaching position out of the man when i tell u he LOVES hearing gossip coupled with opinions on said info

plus he gets to hear your ramblings whenever you two are together

the bluntness and lack of filter does catch him off guard on occasion like you say something and he goes PAUSE ?

other than that he likes listening to what you think of HIM because you dont hesitate to point out unhealthy coping mechanisms in him before he accidentally turns them into habits

(plus its a confidence booster when you tell him the things you like)

#writing #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x gn reader #gender neutral reader #headcanons #gn reader #dazai x you #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x gn!reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo x y/n #ranpo x you #ranpo x gn!reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x gn!reader #kunikida x reader #kunikida x y/n #kunikida x you #kunikida x gn!reader #percys silly hcs #🧸 anon

[venuscrashed]

Hi there!

Can I maybe get some Hc of the demon brothers with a male Alastor (from Hazbin hotel) like reader (maybe reader is a demon, but not from the devildom, but from actual hell?) Kinda want to keep this short, so here= Reader always has his staff/mic thing with him- no matter where he is. Reader basically always wears old-fashioned suits, has Alastor's sharpish teeth, and is basically always smiling (like Alastor does). How would the demon brothers react to first meeting reader? What would they think of reader at first? How would they act towards reader at first/and after they became friends (or dating, either is fine c:)? Sorry if this is long. I hope ur having a nice day/noon/night :]

low key never watched the show so sorry about that

word count: 1k (total)

warnings: death mentioned in Belphies part, it sucks, literally pulled this out from the back of my closet, gn reader, tags are to reach a wider audience btw

Lucifer: He actually didn’t know what you looked like considering you stuck to the radio. It worried him but nonetheless he was intrigued by your style. The old fashion suits and the staff reminded him of how humans were before he fell. He was also captivated because he could fell the pride in you, your ego was never shown but he could sense the way you felt superior around others. After you become friends he mainly sticks to his office but does hang out with you from time to time. Whether it’s buying you more suits, because you guys basically have the same style, or are off doing stuff for others. Once you guys date he is so smug and your guys superiority complex combined tires out everyone. Even Diavolo is leaving the room when you two are together. 

Mammon: Was absolutely disappointed when he heard he had to babysit you but when he saw you… Thought you were made of money when he first saw you. The old, EXPENSIVE, suit and the staff…there were dollar signs in his eyes. He would be sucking up to you all for that credit card. That smile did creep him out though…He’d get so greedy from just your attention. Is absolutely smitten once you two become friends. Plus, he uses that as an excuse to steal your mic and basically scream in it for hours. Once you start dating, oh god is he flustered. Like “yeah that's my rich, expensive human. Yeah they smile weirdly but it makes me weak in the knees” Is always begging for some money, if you can buy those suits you can spare a couple hundred thousand grimm right?

Levi: Was absolutely disappointed when he had to be there. He was playing games the whole time but once he saw you he was shocked. You lowkey reminded him of this rich dude that wanted to be a detective in this anime but more creepy like, you know? Would absolutely avoid you though, you’re creepy alright. That smile just sends shivers down his spine. Once you become friends he would absolutely be jealous about the size of the crowd you bring in. Why are you so charming? Would also absolutely use your mic for his gaming sessions if his broke and didn’t come within the 15 minutes he ordered it. Once you start dating he would convince you to cosplay with him. He finds some duo or couple that has similar fashion to you and he would just buy(steal) the outfit from you.

Satan: Why was he here again? Oh right he was forced to, much to his dismay. Out of all of the exchange students there(since he most likely never met Simeon, right? idk) you were the most interesting. You remind him of the one of the detectives in his books with that outfit. He tried to impress you when you two first met, can’t have you looking down on him now. I also feel like he would actually like your big smile. Once you two are friends he steals your mic to go and prank Lucifer. 9/10 times he also stole a piece from your wardrobe. When you guys are dating people also steer clear of you two. Since you’re always attached at the hip, nobody stays near you. Scary dog energy from the both of you. He’s the “run if he starts smiling" type and you're the “run if they stop smiling” type.

Asmo: Really just wanted to see the new human exchange students. Was drawn towards you. The style, the staff, the smile, everything. Would absolutely try to charm you and when he fails it actually hurts him. Even before you guys are friends he would steal your clothes. For the “aesthetic” you know? Once you guys are friends he tries and gets your dental routine, he’s lowkey jealous about how white there are and pointy. He’s always hanging off of you and swearing you’ll protect him. When your in his room he’ll steal the mic and start “serenading” you with whatever song. When you guys date he is so in love. Never shutting up about you and Always bragging about you to his two brothers. “And they are so good looking” “We know asmo” “Their smile is amazing” “We know Asmo” “And their eyes…” “We live with them to Asmo”

Beel: What should he have for lunch today? Was staring at you the whole time they were explaining where you were and why. No thoughts behind those eyes type of look. Likes your style, also reminds him of how humans used to be which also reminds him of his sister. If he ever got crumbs on your suit he would feel so bad. “I’ll get it dry cleaned” “Beel it’s fine” “No” He would stop eating around you just to keep the suit clean. Once your friends though he does start eating but is careful. He will always hold it against himself. I’m convinced he tried to eat the mic at one point when he was tired and delirious. When you two start dating he focuses on your teeth more. He has sharp teeth too, but yours are better. Smiles when you smile and gets all giddy when he sees.

Belphie: Was in the attic being delulu again, what else is there to do? When he saw you through the door he was like “you gotta be kidding me” He likes the style, looks too much like Lucifers, although you wear it better. When he kills you he feels bad, obviously. “Can I buy you a new suit” “It’s fine Belphie” “Let me buy you a new suit” “I said it’s fine” “I’m buying you a new suit” Once you two are friends he steals your mic. Gets someone to scream to annoy Lucifer. Pulls so many pranks with it that he gets banned from it. Sees that smile in his nightmares, considering that was the last thing he saw before you died. It’s unfortunate that that's your permanent face too. When you two are dating he feels a bit better about it. Would wear your clothes but they are not sleep worthy, even though he can sleep in anything. Somehow the pranks get ten times worse when you two are dating, it’s a mystery what this man does. 

#x male y/n #x reader #x ftm reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x female y/n #x female reader #x male reader #obey me x mc #obey me x male reader #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #venuscrashed

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

baking contest w/ the avengers!!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

original request: OMG CAN U PLS DO THE AVENGERS IF THEY HAD LIKE A COOKING OR BAKING CONTEST?

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: reader, scott lang, nick fury, clint barton, harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, tony stark, pietro maximoff etc

a/n: HECK YEAH I CAN!!!! i loved this idea sm i was so excited to get this request :D i'm getting back into writing so sorry if it's a lil bad lol. also guys i'm gonna open requests again so feel free to submit!! i have a lot of muse for spiderverse stuff atm hehe so i may post again today!! tysm, hope u enjoy!!!

taglist: @shefollowedthestars @thecloudedmind @ayohitmanddaeng

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so there’s this thing that the avengers do

in order to do team bonding

they’ll assign partners in the beginning of the year

& each month, a new set of partners will choose something to do

and it’s always super fun

like that’s how u ended up at the trampoline park last month

& how scott ended up with a broken arm rip king

so this month had to be something a little less dangerous

kinda funny when u think about it like it’s literally the avengers they’re in dangerous situations all the time

and while you wanted to do something different, certain ~forces~ kept preventing that

like y’all were watching a movie a couple weeks ago

and fury came on the screen 

how he could hack into it idk hes nick fury dude he can do anything

but he just looked at the camera and said “no more dumbass trampoline parks”

HAH

so yeah it had to be something tame 

anyway so this month was you and scott!!!!

best duo ever!!!!!!

so you had to plan what to do

& scott refused to go skydiving bc that was your first choice

smh scott it would be so fun!!!!

his arm was still broken & he said that was why he wouldn’t go but like…. scott we know ur a scaredy-cat

anyway you were trying to decide when suddenly he was like

“y/n!!!! i totally forgot! the great british baking show just premiered and i promised clint we could watch it together!”

and that gave you an idea

scott LOVED it

but y’all needed a couple things before 

first of all, u needed baking supplies

when i say baking supplies i mean BAKING SUPPLIES

there’s like a thousand avengers at this point bruh :’)

scott almost got one of those instacart orders for it but u hated the thought of an instacart person getting ur crazy order

so it was store time :D 

let’s just say tony’s credit card was used very well that day 😛

then it was time to pick teams

not everyone had to participate

wanda said she wanted in

so pietro joined too which was slightly concerning

the man literally burnt a bowl of cereal once

and ur probably thinking “how—”

EXACTLY

only you and harley saw it and honestly it rendered u both speechless

tony joined too

but you and scott made sure he knew that there could be NO robots 

vision asked to be a judge

scott said “vis, we really appreciate that but… uh… don’t you like not eat?”

“ah! you are correct, scott. i do not consume food in the traditional way. however, given my vast knowledge & global database, i do believe that i would be a very good judge of presentation and overall ingredient chemistry.”

“alright, you do that buddy!”

also off topic but why do i just know that tony would give vision the nickname “chat gpt”

 sorry i had to get that out ANYWAYY

you got a few more people to participate 

sam and bucky wanted to be a team, and harley peter & miles wanted to be a team too

yknow what that was fine by you

so the day came.

you had turned one of the empty conference rooms into a crazy kitchen setup

thx party city for the confetti & balloons!!! ;)

in came your loyal hosts, scott & clint

(clint begged you and scott to let him host, he kept using a british accent until you said yes & just trust me it was good that he finally stopped)

you, natasha, and vision were the taste & presentation judges

you surveyed scott’s & your work, pretty proud of how it turned out

“ALRIGHTY THEN, READY, SET, OFF THE BLIMEY!!”

vision shot you a quizzical look, but you just shook your head.

scott & clint rly were a…. hosting duo

yep, the most… hosting duo of all time

the hostiest hosters to ever host

omg the funniest thing was that they kept eating the cookie dough from harley peter & miles’ station

they literally had to push them away

peter & miles webbed their hands shut HAHA

everyone else seemed to be doing pretty well though

aside from their usual arguing, bucky & sam seemed to actually be making something good

wanda was perfect as per usual

and pietro was zipping around the kitchen, causing tony’s flour to rise up in his face

steve came over, blowing a whistle and pointed at pietro

you and scott had enlisted him to be the referee

yes, cooking shows don’t normally have referees, but think abt the ppl we’re dealing with here 😀

anyways finally time was up!!!

but you and scott still had a trick up your sleeves.

“and now presenting our special guest judge… GIVE IT UP FOR NICK FURY!!”

yes that’s right, he had said yes to this

after you promised to finish a mission report for him

and bought him some new eyepatches

which was why he was wearing a navy blue one complete with rhinestones

pietro was up first, and he placed four slices of chocolate cake in front of all the judges.

“i gotta say p, this actually looks really good!” you spoke, and he beamed.

natasha didn’t look so sure

“as y/n says, it does look alright on the outside. however, it does seem like there’s some sort of… strange ingredient in the chemical makeup… i am going to analyze for a moment.” said vision

“aw, let’s just eat the damn thing already!” fury spoke, and so you all did.

“mm, it’s good!!” you said, and natasha nodded in agreement.

but did not have the same reaction. 

he had stopped chewing, and his eye had narrowed. he was giving pietro a death stare.

“uhm… fury? what is … jolly wrong with you?” scott asked, his british accent wavering.

“yeah… guv’nr?” said clint.

“who the hell puts hot sauce in a damn chocolate cake. you better start runnin’ maximoff, because i’m comin’ for you!!” fury spoke, getting progressively louder.

“that one was supposed to be for y/n- i mean vision! yeah! oops. um…” pietro spoke, before disappearing from the room in a quick streak.

after that, fury left. 

and that's why now cooking/baking competitions are banned on the premises of SHIELD!!

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#mcu headcanons #marvel headcanons #marvel #mcu #mae's requests #avengers headcanons #bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #tony stark #pietro maximoff #scott lang #clint barton #nick fury

[ifthiswingscouldfly]

hello!! supporting ur matchup event. 💕 tysm for taking the time to do this- i love ur work hon!! ❤️

Outside Look: I am female (biologically as well). I am 5’4, brownish-blonde hair. I have blue eyes, pale skin, freckles on my face and dotted on my body. I am decently curvy- smaller chest but massive thighs lol.

Personality Traits: For the positives, I am generally very motherly. I dote on all of my friends and usually take the role of mediator. I am very creative and artsy- and love telling and recieving jokes. I’m always up for a good laugh!! As for my negative traits, I can be a bit sensitive. Not overly, but a bit. I am very emotional, and need reassurance sometimes. Once again I’m not a case but I def need it. I will eat massive amounts of food which is not at all good for anyone credit card. I zone out a lot and have the coordination of a brick. 😍🙌

Likes: BANANA BREAD 🙌, picnics, naps, just chilling, history and reading, and rain/snow 🩵

Dislikes: Large insects, hot weather, humidity, anything having to do with Joanns Fabrics. Idk why i hate that store so much

MBTI: INFP-T

Zodiac Sign: Pisces :)🩵

Love Language: Quality Time + Physical Touch (giving), Words of Affirmation + Physical Touch (recieving)

Aesthetic: I dont have a specfic one, but anything to do with messy beauty and/or plants. 100% plant mom.

oo i forgot but nsfw and sfw head canons please!! i am 19. :)🩷

i hope this is plenty of info, good luck going through any of it, and thank you!!! have a wonderful day ❤️❤️

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Hello @aeripq ❤ I hope you're doing good.

I appreciate your support and kindness btw. Thank you for being patient.

I match you with......

Leonardo

Pre-relationship (SFW)

Well, in the beginning Leonardo acted like a tease towards you like in everything but not in a bad way. Whenever you see him around he would joke and try to light up the mood because he loves doing that.

He also was light-hearted when you took his jokes well. In order to gain your trust he had to make sure you're not afraid of him and this would include taking you to town so you can see Paris in that time period.

Also he wanted to make sure that everywhere you exist he would be there. Like if you're in the library cleaning he would be there. Etc...

He just wanted to make sure that you get to use to him and his presence.

Confession (SFW)

Obviously you both grow to like each other because of your similarities and because Leonardo at some point caught your attention as well.

That night around 8 p.m after having dinner and helping sebastian with the chores you felt a bit of unease so you went to the garden of the mansion to have a walk and think of how much your life changed since you came in here. And as expected Leonardo followed you there and asked if everything is alright. You told him about what you felt and he hugged you to give you a sense of relief it was all sweet and dreamy at first but then you realized how hot your cheek was. Of course the genius knew. And to ease that he tried to change the subject and talk about other things but obviously your eyes didn't leave him alone.

You literally was talking to him through eye language of how much you like him and giving him the I want you and I want to be with you look.

Ex.

It was obvious for him what you want but he really was in a denial state because of the intense feeling he felt towards you. "Cara mia your eyes saying it all" he said " Saying what?" You asked in husky tone of voice, like you didn't already know that. "You're making it seem like it is easy for us" He said exchanging the same look you give him "Well, it is" you lowered your voice looking at the green grass shyly. "You don't have to hold back" you told him looking up at him. " I don't want to". And then he broke the distance taking you in his arms and kissing you right on your lips. Your hands was on his chest and to reach his lips you had to stand on your tip toes. You smiles to him as he said "I love you" and it was the most beautiful thing you heard in your life.

Relationship headcanons (SFW)

Quickly, Leonardo understood your personality and your behaviors after just being with you for a short period of time. He became fond of your every little detail. How you eat, walk, sleep and even your reactions. He just can't stand a day that passes without spending a little bit of it with you. Not in a clingy way of course but he'll just make sure that both of you spend time with each other and courage you to be the best version of yourself.

He would really appreciate your motherly behavior and the way you're friendly with plants and animals. Also he would be around when you bake the banana bread to help you. Or maybe he will just make it as a surprise when he is out in town and picking some for you "Hey Cara mia I just found your delicious meal, here's it". He have no problem in dragging you everywhere with him or taking you on picnics to enjoy the nature together.

At night he would enjoy the discussions you make with him about any topic tbh because he is knowledgeable and know almost everything, while you both in his bed cuddling and just enjoying the warmth together.

Leonardo 100% will be aware of your phobia of insects and he will try to make sure that you don't face any.

Another thing is he won't mind you playing under the rain/snow. It is just so attractive that you enjoy life in every detail.

And the fact that you're a motherly girl is so soothing and reassuring for him that he would never leave such a treasure.

Relationship headcanons (NSFW)

He is so skilled ommgg. He can turn you on and flip you around like a coin. And when he is in love he is so damn horny. Anything you do will just make him amazed. And don't get me started on how much he get jealous but he won't even say. Because he doesn't want you to think that he is possessive or anything.

Well, I can see that bath sex is a thing here to be honest. One evening you were tired because you got involved with a party sebastian throw up for Napoleon's birthday and went to your room to rest. For a brief moment Leonardo already was behind your back and asked you if you want him to help you relax. You agreed and he suggested to take a bath with him. In the beginning it was so innocent you both took your clothes off and set enjoying the hot water. And then the fun eventually started. He started to massage you back and then his hands went from you back to your breasts and you started to moan. One hand on your breast massaging it and the other circles your sensitive bud between you legs and after that you turned your back and started a make out session while you ride him. Both of your moans and groans became so loud that you both had to deal with the teasing next day.

Also I can see that he would be into cock-warming and morning sex but the second one won't be daily.

He is yearning whenever he don't spend enough time with you and sometimes you both will get used on quickies because of not having enough time with each other.

Another thing is he is really into doggy position and is a huge turn on for him. Being exposed and vulnerable in front of him so he can take the lead is so enticing.

Obviously, he is the dominant one in the relationship and the bedroom as well. But if you prefer taking the lead he would like that.

At first both of you was kind of shy and awkward but you grew to like each other more in a sexual and physical way.

Possible conflicts:

Well it is known that he is a pure-blood vampire and you're a human so it would be difficult for him to turn you into a vampire. What if you don't want to? What if you hated him for doing it?. What if the eternity wasn't enough to love you?. What ifs killed his poor mind and the negative thoughts kept going back to him.

Possible match:

Le Comte De Saint Germain and Vincent Van Gogh

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[seungly]

hiii!!

I was just wondering if I could request a suuuper fluffy imagine where han gets kinda jealous when he sees other guys look at this s/o but they reassure han that they only like him.

btw I love ur writing 💕☁️

you bet I'll write you a jealous han ji hehe

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pairing: Han Jisung x reader

genre: fluffy fluffer foo, angst

wc: -

warning/s: jealousy, insecurity

note: tysm for reading my works hahaha i really appreciate it! I hope this is fine!

: ̗̀➛ ©  seungly 2022

not prooread

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He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You were absolutely stunning. Mall light has never looked so good but it did on you, the light making you glow so beautifully. Your smile as you walk with him hand in hand around the stores you pass by along with how great you look in your dress. Han couldn’t help but stare.

“Babe, look!” your voice brought him out of his thoughts as you point at a cute pink bodycon dress in the store window, “It’s so cute. Can I?”

“Anything you want, baby.” he smiles, following you into the store.

He enjoyed his time with you, helping you pick out clothes and insisting he pays wanting nothing more than to spoil you. He loved seeing the smile on your face whenever you try on clothes, “Ji, I’m hungry...” you slip your hand in his as he gives the cashier his credit card with his unoccupied hand, “I’ll treat you this time, yeah?”

Han pouts, turning his head towards you, “You don’t have to...”

“Han Jisung, you bought me so much already. I also want to treat you, you know?” you smile at him, a smile that he couldn’t resist.

You walk out of the store with Jisung’s arm wrapped around your waist, the paper bags held in his other hand. You look incredibly stunning today and he wasn’t exaggerating. He saw a group of guys stare at you as you pass by and he clearly wasn’t having it, pulling you closer to him. 

“Ji, is there something wrong?” you face him. You felt him tense seconds back and his grip on you slightly tighter, “something bothering you?”

“Hm? nothing.” he puts on an obviously fake smile, “I promise, let’s just go eat.” 

“Alright...” you don’t pry any further, “There’s food stalls outside, I heard there’s one stall that sells great corndogs.” 

The place was packed. Finding an empty table was impossible but the way your eyes sparkled as you eye the milktea stand makes the wait bearable for Han. So you waited for an opening...and thank the stars that the people near you were finished with their food. “Great! I’ll buy us food, you sit down there.” you push him to sit down.

“No no no, I’ll buy us food." He tries to stand but you only push him down again, "Y/N."

"Ji, let me." you pout.

"What if you can't carry everything??" he reasons, "Maybe we don't even need a table, let's just-"

"I swear, don't make me fight you right now." you glare at him, "I'll ask one of their people to help me carry. So please, sit and relax. You've been carrying the bags, following me around on my detours." you giggle, giving him a quick kiss before walking away.

Han's eyes never left your wandering frame, and everytime your eyes would meet his you'd tell him to sit down. All he could do was frown in his seat.

He knew you wouldn't be able to carry everything but then he also knew you'd get mad if he leaves the table. So he did the right thing and waited, hanging onto your words, refusing to make you angry. Plus, you did say you'll ask the workers to accompany you if your hands aren't sufficient to hold the foods and drinks.

He sighed, debating with his thoughts.

"Ah, there!" Han's ears perked at the sound of your voice, almost snapping his neck when he whipped his head towards you.

You weren't alone.

A tall man with black permed hair followed behind you, holding a tray of food. He doesn't look like he works in any booth...

Han watched as you laugh at something he said. He couldn't help but glare at the man who clearly looks at you differently.

Did they know you have a boyfriend?

"Ji!" you hand him his drink before facing the man beside you, "Ah please just place it here." you point at the table.

"Who are you? Who is this?" Han points at the guy.

"Oh! Han this is Sunwoo, Sunwoo this is Han." you smile at them, taking a seat beside your boyfriend who almost immediately wrapped an arm around your waist.

"The boyfriend." Han frowned upon not hearing you introduce him as your significant other.

"ah, I see. Y/N did mention a boyfriend." Sunwoo smiled, "Nice to meet you." He held out his hand.

"Yeah, and you are?" Han raised an eyebrow but still shook the man's hand.

"A passer-by, I saw Y/N struggling." He chuckled, "Ah, I'll go now, my friends are probably looking for me. It was nice to meet you!"

"Bye, Sunwoo. See you around!" you wave him goodbye. Han did not like the last three words, 'see you around'.

"You're gonna see him again?" You hear him mumble to himself, frowning at his food.

"Han?" you raise an eyebrow, he wasn't usually the one to get jealous. He takes a lot of pride in his looks and personality so it puzzled you why.

You were sure he heard you call him but he remained pouting at his food, the arm that was wrapped around your waist no longer there. You felt guilty, but you knew to yourself you did nothing wrong.

The silence was deafening.

The car ride home was silent. He didn't even spare you a glance, only landing his gaze on you when he opened the car door for you.

And quite frankly, you couldn't bare to stay like this with him anymore.

"Baby, talk to me." you look at him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, what's up..." he mumbled almost inaudible, his gaze never leaving the road.

"What's wrong?" you stare at him, waiting for an answer.

"Nothing..." he pursed his lips. He was still thinking about that Sunwoo guy. He knows you don't like him like that but that doesn't mean he doesn't.

"There's something clearly wrong, Ji. Please tell me." you sigh, crossing your arms as you lean back on your seat.

"I don't wanna talk about it right now..." He clicks his tongue, focused on the road ahead. Though his demeanor seemed mad, his eyes held sadness and you could tell by the way his shoulders were slumped and the slight pout he had.

The rest of the ride was silent, and though he held your hand at a stop light you could tell there was something wrong.

The moment the front door closed, you wrap your arms around Han. You couldn't take the silence anymore, you wish you knew what you did.

"Did I do something wrong?" you feel him melt in your arms. A small thud heard as he drops the bags on the floor.

You feel his arms wrap around you but he didn't answer, he just hugged you. "Hannie?"

"Mm..?" he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Did I do something wrong...?" your voice became weaker, scared to actually know the answer.

And he noticed that.

"No no no..." he hugs you tighter, his voice slightly muffled by your shoulder, "You're perfect."

"So what's the matter?"

Han lifts his head from you to look you in the eyes, "Do you still love me?"

Now you didn't expect that. What could've cause him to wonder that far ahe- Sunwoo.

"Of course, what made you doubt that I do?"

"Nothing." he shrugged it off. You pinch him, earning a yelp from the guy, "Fine...I was jealous."

You smile, bringing your hands to cup his face, "Sunwoo?" you giggle.

"Yeah..." he pouts, caressing your wrist, "that Sunwoo guy..."

"You know I love you, right?" Han seemed to be taken aback by your question. His face painted in soft pink hues as he avoids your gaze. You frown, keeping ahold of his face. "Answer me."

Han gave you a sad smile, "I do. It's just that, that guy...he was so handsome and kind, and I'm supposed to be the only handsome and kind guy to you." he pouts, "plus, you're absolutely perfect."

"Still-"

"Your beauty is beyond compare, inside and out. What if you find someone better? What if it's Sunwoo?"

You were puzzled, "What wait, why Sunwoo in the first place? You never seemed to care back then."

"I- I felt threatened. He was charming, I saw you giggling with him, he was also undeniably handsome and I was scared you'd like how he looks more." His voice grew weaker by each word, lowering his head.

"Baby, no..." you giggle, "No no . You hear me? Han Ji, I'm in love with you."

Han only gave you a pout, "Han Jisung, I'm yours completely. You hear?" he gives you a little nod, "I don't think you do." you frown.

"I hear you." He smiles.

"Yeah? Maybe I should tell you again." you kiss the corner of his lips, smiling cheekily at him when you pull away.

"Actually, you missed." Han smirk, tilting his head backwards with a laugh before tilting it to the side and pressing his lips against yours.

"So you hear me?" You breathlessly whisper against his lips, a smile on your face.

"Loud and clear." he lets out a small chuckle before kissing you again. He had nothing to worry about. You were his as much as he was yours.

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[carllisle]

Do i have time to be on tumblr rn? No. "This is going to hurt." for Carlesme? 😛

send me a writing prompt!

(except you, get ur ass to whatever needs doing)

They left before dawn. They each took with them a suitcase of belongings, and the rest would be shipped in the next week. Carlisle carried a photo album with him in his bag, along with IDs, credit cards, cash, passports. Esme drove. They followed Edward's Volvo east, Jasper and Emmett behind them in the Jeep, and Rosalie and Alice pulling up the rear in the BMW. If any of them spoke, it was too quietly for the other cars to hear.

Carlisle opened the photo album. Whenever some of the family went away without others for a long period of time, they took photos to send home. This one was when their children had gone to the Amazon in the 50s. It wasn't long after Alice and Jasper joined them, and the others wanted to show them the wonder if the world in a way the pair hadn't seen before. Esme had asked Alice to capture what she saw and to come home and show her.

In most of the photos, they were all smiling. Emmett hanging from a huge branch like a monkey; Edward proudly holding up the caiman he had caught for dinner; Rosalie crouching like a cat and laughing. They all looked so happy. Carlisle touched a photo of Edward smiling. He missed his boy.

Esme saw Carlisle looking over the pictures and she rested her hand on his thigh. "It'll be alright," she murmured.

He sighed. "I hope so."

"He'll come back to us."

Leaning his head back on the rest, Carlisle looked at his wife. "How long will it take?"

"I don't know. But he came back last time."

"Last time was different."

She squeezed his thigh. "It was. But he'll come back."

Covering her hand with his own, Carlisle thanked God for bringing Esme to him. She soothed every wound. "This is going to hurt."

Esme turned her hand over on his leg to lace their fingers together, and she stroked the back of his with her thumb. "It already does. I'm trying not to, but all I can think of is her. She's going to be devastated."

"Mm. So do I. I can't imagine how she'll feel. I don't know what I'd do if one day you were gone without a trace. God, Es, I can't-"

With a tender touch, she brought their hands up and kissed his fingers. "Shh. That's not going to happen."

"It has for her."

The sky was turning an orange that heralded the sun. It lit up their faces, and Carlisle watched as Esme's skin shone like shattered glass. Her eyes were on the road. They could still see the taillights of their son speeding down the freeway. In the rear view, Emmett and Jasper looked solemn. Beyond, there was no sound of Alice's laughter, of Rosalie's wit. They were in silence.

Edward put more of a distance between them as the day went on. There was no silence for him.

#spanishinfluenza #ask #ellie writes #carlesme #sorry not to be bedward on main but i think abt how she must have felt all the time #not about losing edward #but losing her found family and the impossiblity of a whole other world #rip bella no wonder u were unhinged i would be too

[highlifeboat]

it’s fine that you don’t keep up with the streams. (honestly i would too bc people are mad toxic) but basically blow (belas VA) was being harassed for not saying gay rights. she was also busy when this happened so she didn’t even see the message until ppl started spamming the flag and being like “ur homophobic, does this scare you?” and she ran away from the stream and started to cry. maggie and nicole ended the stream for a while and then move to twitch. when they were on twitch, bekka seemed to be a bit better but it’s still fucked that she’s been dealing with this. and apparently this has been happening for FIVE DAYS. i just hope bekka is okay

That's fucking stupid. Someone doesn't doesn't notice a message that says "can you say Gay Rights" so now they're homophobic? As if these people are supposed to notice every message that zooms by in a live stream chat?

No, that's fucked. Bekka doesn't deserve that at all, and I hope everyone who spammed that bullshit gets their credit cards stolen.

I'm sure Maggie and Nicole made sure she was alright. They all seem so sweet from what I can tell, and none of them deserve that kind of hate. And Defiantly not for FIVE DAYS? Like?? People need to chill the hell out if that's the case.

#goddamn #i hope bekka is okay too #asks #anons

[vintagedolan]

sweet creature (egd)

ethan hates when he has to leave you for even a few days, so when he gets back, he has a little surprise planned

word count: 4.3k

warnings/tags: fluff, and then some smut to round it out WOO we goin through it today ladies and gents, harry styles (music) is involved :) 

dedicated to my bruna bby ( @ethanhes​ ) who is so strong and the sweetest girly I know. I love you!!

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Like hell you were gonna make another trip - you slid the last grocery bag onto your arm, ignoring how they were digging into your skin as you started your walk into the house. If anyone had watched you try to navigate your way in the door, it probably would have been quite the sight. But you succeeded, emerging into an empty kitchen, heaving the heavy bags up onto the counter.

Usually, you’d yell down the hall, summon the boys to help you unpack. But it would be futile - no one was home. Not even Sterling was around - the three of them were off on Wakeheart business, at the factory in Arizona where everything was actually produced so they could approve all the candle production.

You’d gotten a few pictures from the trip - bright colorful sunsets, Grayson and Sterling smiling from across the table at breakfast. But your favorites were the stupid little selfies he kept sending. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as if on cue.

Another snapchat from Ethan, this time of him with a metal straw trapped between his teeth and big smile on his face. Adorable, as always. 

cold brew mood. miss you x was the caption that flitted across the screen. You screenshotted it just in time. The next buzz was a text from him.

:(

why you screenshot

cause you looked cute

send me one back, I miss you

You rolled your eyes at that, deciding to make him wait for a minute while you started to put the groceries away. You’d only unpacked two bags before your phone buzzed again.

hey

show me ur face

omg gimme a minute 😂

im putting away the obscene amount of oat milk I just bought

DID THEY HAVE THE GOOD KIND

yep. bought three cartons

holy shit I love you

gray says he loves you too 

but I love you more

You sent him a quick snapchat to appease him, unsurprised when you got the notification that he’d screenshotted it. He always got like this when he was away - even more clingy than usual, constantly wanting to communicate with you somehow. You had to admit, you loved the idea that you were always on his mind when he wasn’t with you, even if it did mean you felt like you were constantly on your phone.

what else are you doing today?

idk might lay out by the pool for a while

without me? 😔

you should go shopping

You frowned at your phone, looking at the few boxes of pasta you had left to put away before you typed back with a huff.

I literally just got back from the grocery what do u mean

not that kind of shopping

fun shopping. like for clothes

The thought was tempting - with everything going on, you hadn’t gotten anything new in months. To be fair though, you hadn’t really needed anything new - you were just hanging around the house anyways. 

do you want me to go so I’ll stop wearing all your clothes

yes

kidding baby you know I don’t care. but you should get some new stuff, you deserve it! just use my card

I hate using your card

It wasn’t a lie. Ethan had gotten you a credit card linked to his personal account for emergencies almost six months ago, and you’d only used it a handful of times when he insisted. You never wanted him to ever think that you cared about him for his money. 

I’d be buying whatever you find if I was there, it’s the same thing

You grinned to yourself, plan already hatching. He didn’t say what you had to buy. You’d just get something small - a pack of socks, or a basic tee - with his card, and pay for the rest of it yourself. 

alright alright, fine

But his next text had you rolling your eyes. He knew you too well.

and you have buy real clothes. like at least one dress

Even though he wasn’t there to see it, your eyes squinted in accusation. 

why a dress?

you’re being sus what’s this about

you’re so stubborn holy shit. I was gonna buy you dresses for the harry concert so I want you to pick some out for yourself

Damn. You’d almost forgotten that the concert was supposed to be that night. Ethan had bought the two of you tickets back when they went on presale, using his connections to get the two of you amazing seats. E had been almost as bummed as you when it got postponed, disappointed that the night he’d had planned for you had fallen through.

it got rescheduled to august baby, we can go shopping then!

i’m impatient

omg really? I had no idea 

just go buy some dresses and send me pictures. we’re back at the factory, gotta go. I love you!

love you too!

Knowing that if you sat down you probably wouldn’t get back up, you turned back to the door with a sigh, grabbing your keys and wallet from where you’d just stowed them, heading back out to the car.

You climbed into Ethan’s Tesla, hitting your preset button on the door so the seat moved forward to where you could reach the pedals. He always insisted you take his car if he couldn’t drive you, always wanting you to be the safest you could be. It was still a bit intimidating to drive something so expensive, but you did it anyways, heading to the mall that housed most of your favorite stores with your mask on.

It turned out to be one of those days where nothing caught your eye. You really looked, scoured through the racks, hoping to find anything that looked remotely appealing or like your style. You even tried on a few that you had hopes for, but they were a bust. 

Feeling defeated you stopped for a while and got some coffee, sitting and people watching as everyone passed in their masks. Your eyes wandered to another store, one you rarely went into - it catered to your style perfectly, but everything was far out of your price range. 

But looking couldn’t hurt. Right?

That backfired as soon as you walked in, smelled that perfect fragrance that seemed to dust all the soft fabrics in the place. 

Before you knew what you’d done, you had so many options thrown over your arm that it was starting to ache. 

You stopped looking, headed to a dressing room to try and narrow down your search. Some of them were automatic no’s, the cut not flattering or the color clashing with the undertones in your skin.

But there were three winners - a tight green one that hugged your curves, a casual denim overall number that would look adorable with the right shirt, and a blue sundress that tied into a bow at the back, the fabric brushing your upper thighs.

You snapped pictures in each one, knowing Ethan would help you decide. Your bet was on the green one - he was a man, after all. But his response just made you roll your eyes.

you look hot as fuck

buy all three

no

yes

they’re expensive

I didn’t ask how much they cost. You like them all. therefore, you buy them all

it’s simple really

ethan

y/n

just tell me which one is your favorite please

if you don’t buy all three i’m just gonna go back and buy them for you later

or I’ll order them and have them shipped to the house

stop

getting online now 😌

stop it

placing an order 😌 😌

ethan grant

last chance

fine

im sticking my tongue out at you. you can’t see it but I am

ouch, im hurt

are you headed home after you buy them?

well I’m sure as hell not spending anymore money, so yeah. why?

just wondering where my girl’s gonna be. drive safe. you took the tesla right?

of course I did.

good. hurry home. but don’t hurry too much. safety first

You quirked an eyebrow at the last text - he was being so odd. He’d only been gone for two days, usually it wasn’t this bad for him. Who knew what he’d be like tomorrow before he got home.

Changing back into your clothes in a hurry, you put your rejects out on the return rack and carried your three choices to the register, trying not to listen to the total before you put Ethan’s card in the reader. 

You left the mall swiftly after that, trying to ignore the eyes on you. In reality, no one was probably looking at you, but you felt like everyone was staring as you carried your expensive bag and got in a fucking tesla. You never understood how Gray and E could walk around with such expensive things and not be fazed in the slightest. 

The drive home took longer than you would have liked considering the traffic you got caught in, but you just turned your music up, humming along as you crawled down the road towards your exit. When you finally got there you let the tesla take over, pulling you off the interstate and starting down the smaller roads that led to the house. 

Your first clue was when the song changed. At first you didn’t think much of it - you had every Harry song saved to your library, it wasn’t unusual for one to come up. 

But then, one verse into Fine Line, it skipped, the intro of Two Ghosts starting. 30 seconds later? Falling started to play through the car. 

“What the fuck?” You muttered, quickly switching off autopilot, afraid that the car may be glitching. It was only a few more minutes until you got to the house, and in that time the song switched again twice, all Harry songs. 

When you pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, your phone buzzed with your second clue.

welcome home baby

omg are you watching the cameras? that’s creepy as fuck

also the tesla just got super weird but I swear I didn’t fuck up your car

just come inside

You obliged, grabbing your bag and heading into the house.

Clue number three was that the pasta boxes you’d left on the counter were gone, put away no doubt on the shelf that you couldn’t reach. You froze.

Someone was in the house.

You only had a moment to be scared before Ethan appeared around the corner, your favorite grin adorning his face.

“Boo.”

You dropped the bag, running the few steps it took to get to him before you threw your arms around him, breathing him in as he hugged you to him tightly. 

“You guys weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!”

“Caught an early flight so I could surprise my girl. Gray and Ster are still in Arizona.” He leaned back so you could look at him, shrugging as if it was no big deal that he’d cut his trip short just to come home to see you.

“Didn’t you have stuff you needed to do?” 

“No, we knocked it out today.”

“Then why didn’t Grayson come ba-”

His lips were on yours then, catching your words as he kissed you hard, a hand coming up to your cheek, thumb running over your cheekbone. “Are you gonna keep asking me questions, or are you gonna let me actually surprise you.”

“There’s more?” The butterflies that only he could bring fluttered in your stomach, and you bit your lip, looking up at him. He leaned down past you, reaching for the bag you’d dropped, placing it back in your hands.

“Maybe. Go put on one of your new dresses, then come out back.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he let go. “Hurry.”

“Okay!” You were practically giddy as you hurried back to Ethan’s room, laying the dresses out on the comforter and trying to decide on one. It took a few minutes, a few switches of holding them up to you in the mirror before you settled on the blue sundress, situating the big sewed bow in the middle of your back. It had a built in bra that was surprisingly comfortable, making it the easiest choice.

Shoving your dresses back in the bag, you didn’t even bother with shoes. You just headed straight for the backyard - but you froze in the living room, taking in the sight through the doors.

The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky a baby purple, the clouds a pop of pink as they floated, scattered around. The city was starting to light up below you, and the moon hung high above it. But your eyes were on something - someone - entirely different. 

Ethan was standing in the grass, wearing one of his nice pairs of shorts and a short sleeve patterned button down - you hadn’t even noticed his outfit earlier, you’d been too excited to see him. He was holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands, the petals bright yellow even in the dim light.  

He caught sight of you through the glass and immediately hid the flowers behind his back as he stood up straight and smiled like a guy coming to the front door to pick you up for prom.

You pulled the door open, stepping out into the cool California air. It felt almost cold against your flushed cheeks as Ethan looked you up and down, letting out a low whistle.

You just laughed, stopping a few steps in front of him and waiting for whatever he had planned. 

He whipped the flowers around with a grin, holding them out for you with one hand, leaving his other arm tucked behind him. “Happy concert night!”

What you didn’t see was the remote in his other hand. He clicked it with his thumb, and the whole back yard lit up. There were twinkling christmas lights lining the roof and wrapping around the tree to the side of the house. He’d brought out Grayson’s projector and pointed it at a white sheet he’d hung up - you watched it for a moment, laughing when you realized it was projecting a slideshow of the pictures you two had taken together over the last year. And finally, you noticed the speakers had turned on, starting to play one of your favorite songs. Sweet Creature.

“E-”

“I know it got rescheduled, and we’ll have so much fun when we go. But, I still wanted to make tonight special. So, it’s kinda just date night, but... Harry Styles edition?” 

Closing the gap with a few steps you threw your arms around his neck, flowers and all, so you could kiss him. 

“I love you so much,” were the only words you could find, and you hoped he knew how much you truly meant them.

“Love me enough to dance with me?” 

You froze at that - you weren’t much of a slow dancer, and Ethan had even less experience than you did. But the thought of staying so close to him made your heart flutter, so you nodded, letting go for a moment so you could sit the flowers down safely in the grass.

He pulled you back into his arms, hands settling on your waist as yours went around his neck. His fingertips ghosted over the bare skin on your back below the bow, sending shivers up your spine. 

It didn’t matter that Sweet Creature was a tiny bit fast for a slow dance - the two of you weren’t doing more than swaying back and forth anyways, foreheads touching, totally lost in each other. 

He spun you a few times, even throwing in a little dip that made you both laugh before he kissed you, leaving you a bit breathless when he pulled you back up to standing. 

“You bring me home,” he sang, slightly off pitch and so quiet you could barely hear, but it was so sweet that it even brought a few tears to your eyes. You blinked them away so you could see his face as you both smiled. 

The energy picked up a bit as the songs continued to shuffle, Carolina coming on next. You both jumped around hand in hand, looking like total idiots you were sure, stomachs sore from laughing at and with each other by the end. You paused a few times throughout the next songs to watch the slideshow, laughing at some of the pictures he’d chosen, remembering the stories behind them.  

When Sunflower came on, Ethan opened his arms again for a dance and you quirked an eyebrow.

“You know, Mr. Styles doesn’t have as many romantic songs as I thought he did. This one’s not bad though,” Ethan mumbled as the two of you swayed back and forth quickly, spinning around and around.

“This song isn’t even romantic, it’s about him missing his ex,” you explained.

“You analyzed those lyrics hard huh.”

“Oh don’t act like you haven’t dissected every Cudi song five times over.” You squinted your eyes at him in accusation and he just laughed.

“Touché, touché. Maybe the sunflowers weren’t the best Harry related gesture then huh.”

“I still think they’re beautiful,” you reassured him. 

“Thought it would kinda be weird to give you a watermelon. Though, I guess that would have sent a much clearer message.” 

The mischief in his eyes told you he knew exactly what that song was about.

“A little on the nose, don’t yah think?” You scrunched up your nose at him as if to prove your point. He reached out for your hand and you laced your fingers with his.

“Never.” 

And then he was walking, half pulling half guiding you back into the house, through the glass doors, down the hallway, into the bedroom. Your skin was hot, partially from the change in temperature, partially from the hands that were wandering over your skin as soon as the door was closed.

Ethan’s hands traced down your arms, fingertips over skin, then over fabric when he got to your waist, further down to your thighs and then you were gasping as he found his way under your skirt. His hands spread out, large and commanding over your ass, resting there for a moment, squeezing before he moved north, fingers hooking into your panties, guiding them down until they fell off and you could step out of them. 

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt, blindly undoing them as he kissed you. You found yourself pausing, hands tracing over the new yet familiar skin that revealed itself with each one you managed to loosen until finally, finally it was open and you could push it off his shoulders. 

His hand found the bow, roughly starting to tug until you reached back and caught him.

“Baby don’t pull. It’s sewed, it doesn’t come undone,” you cautioned, barely pulling back, unwilling to put any space between the two of you. 

“Stupid,” he grumbled, pouting a bit until he realized that he could pull the fabric off your shoulders, freeing your chest. He hummed a bit in satisfaction, hands moving to squeeze your tits, and then he was kissing them, sinking lower, lower until his knees hit the floor.

“Oh fuck,” you squeaked, knowing exactly what was about to happen. 

Ethan looked up at you from his knees with a teasing grin and a quirked eyebrow, waiting for your permission. You nodded, trying to breathe as his hands ghosted up your thighs, up to your hips. 

And then he ducked his head so he could get under the fabric of your skirt, ready to get to work.

Your knees buckled as soon as you felt him, tongue warm and flat against you. One of his hands came down, tracing over your skin until he got to your calf, lifting it just barely and pushing it out to widen your stance.

You whimpered as he sped up, his satisfied hums adding to the sensation in a way that had your legs starting to shake already. Your hands dropped to his head, and you pushed the fabric off the top of it so you could get to his hair, tugging. It just made him go harder, burying himself deeper. You folded forward, bracing on his shoulders, overwhelmed as you alternated holding you breathe and gasping for air, squirming.

“E, Ethan stop, my legs are gonna give out, wait,” you gasped, pulling on his hair. 

He paused, ducking out from under your dress and smiling up at you, lips swollen and pride booming.

“That’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me I think. But I’m not done yet, lay down.” 

You did as he said, turning around and climbing onto the middle of the bed before collapsing onto your back, rolling over and looking for him. Ethan was one second behind you, crawling above you to hover over you then duck down to kiss you hard yet somehow sweet at the same time.

It was instinct to reach down to his waist, let your fingers ghost over his waistband, tuck underneath it in a blind search. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when you wrapped your fingers around the tip. He shook his head at you, making you pout.

“Tonights about you, not me.”

“But I want to.”

“Raincheck. Best fucking raincheck ever, but raincheck. Just lemme take care of you.” 

He kisses you until you forget your argument - you’re putty in his hands as his lips trail back down. He pushes all the fabric of your dress together so it’s just a band around your tummy and then he picked up where he left off.

“Fuck E, just like that, oh god.” You were squirming again in a matter of moments, his stubble rough against your thighs as he worked you over. He felt your body tense up under his hold, smiling as he gave it all he had, giving that extra little push that sent you tumbling, clenching, writhing over the edge. 

He peppered kisses to your thighs as you caught your breath, and then he reached up, fists closing around all the fabric of your dress.

“Lift your hips up,” he instructed, waiting for you to bridge up so he could wiggle the dress off over your hips. He tossed it towards the closet, moving back up towards your face, bed dipping down with his weight.

“No fair,” you pouted, reaching down to tug at his shorts and boxers. 

“And I’m the impatient one.” 

He stood back up off the bed, quickly shoving down the clothing he had left and stepping out of it. 

“Much better.” You grinned wide when you saw he was blushing at your words. “C’mere.” 

He happily listened, crawling back above you and dropping a bit of his weight down as he sunk to his forearms. 

“So missionary is the way to your heart huh? So vanilla.” He bumped his nose against yours.

“You have a pretty face, sue me,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his neck and pulling him down for a kiss as he dropped his hips, searching for just a moment before he pushed inside. 

You’d lost count of how many times the two of you had been just like this, intertwined and enthralled with each other, but you knew you’d never get tired of it as long as you lived.

“I love you.” It came out as a breath when he bottomed out, his lips resting on your shoulder, back curled up at an angle that let you feel every muscle, every ridge of his body. 

“I love you. You’re my dream, you know that?” He started to rock his hips, unwilling to go too far from you as you clung to his back, relishing in the feeling of him on you, in you, all around you. 

This would always be your favorite way to be with him - sweet and soft, just your bodies together, nothing else. You couldn’t think of anything better.

He shifted just barely, thrusting in at a different angle. You knew he was searching, and you gasped when he brushed against your g spot, your whole body shuddering.

“There she is,” he whispered, a prideful grin on his face as he hit it over and over. Watching you come undone below him would always be one of his favorite views. “Look at me baby, I wanna see you.” 

You did your best in your blissed out state to listen to him, turning your head from where it had fallen against the pillow to look at him while he picked up pace. Your legs curled around his back, holding him to you, urging him as deep as he could go as you chased the orgasm that was building in your gut.

He stared at you for a few moments, and then as if he couldn’t help it he ducked down to kiss you, open mouthed and rough as he pulled his hips back, thrusting forward with more force than he’d used yet. 

“Oh fuck Ethan, fuck,” you moaned, holding onto him for dear life. When he snaked one hand between the two of you to find your clit, you were done for. 

His breath caught in his throat as you clenched around him and you heard the whimpers through your cloudy haze, mixtures of pleasure and your name as he came undone, hip stuttering and then stopping when he finally hit his high. 

Once he’s caught his breath he rolls the both of you over so you’re resting on his chest, listening to his heart rate settle back down under your ear. 

“I’m so glad you came home early,” you sighed, hugging his bare torso as he chuckled.

“Me too baby. Me too.”

#BRUNA DIS IS FOR YOU #I wrote this assuming everyone loves harry styles cause if you don't wyd haha #HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT PLS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK #ethan imagines #lynds writes #ethan dolan #dolan twins #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan fanfiction

[sallysoot]

help me i have oil paint all over my hands and in my hair and on my thighs and in the carpet oh god there's paint on my phone now wtf my mother is going to kill me jeez is this what the painter life is really like (sorry i just had to rant rq before i get killed in the morning)

hello it is i, the painter anon (im gonna go by that, if that's alright), and i feel bad for discussing my hardships, but i am having the worst night. not only did i have the paint incident i mentioned earlier, but i may or may not have accidentally purchased a porn subscription with my mother's credit card 🙃 fml

I AM SEEING THIS SO FUCKIN LATE BUT. OH MY GOD. anon i hope you are okay and that you also DIDN’T end up purchasing it on that card, UHHHH,,, Just hope in general stuff has gotten a little less stressful!! wishing you much success in both creating your art AND keeping it on the canvas Only! PURSUE UR PASSIONS B STAY STRONG THRU THE HARDSHIPS

#asks #askspam #painter anon

[atlafan]

Hii ok u dont have to write this if it doesnt inspire u but I’ve been watching Selling Sunset on Netflix & I’ve been waiting impatiently for the 3rd season cuz it’s just so good lol but i was wondering if u could write something about rich real estate agent H? Maybe helping the MC buy her first home and they hit it off? Ur the only 1 who writes these diverse Harry’s & I can’t stop thinking about real estate H showing her expensive houses & like doing NaughtyStuff with her in an empty 1 lol xx HC

a/n: this has been in my inbox for a while and I’ve been wanting to get to it, so here it is! there is smut, but it’s more tame than you requested. Hope you still like it! 

Sold

You weren’t sure how you were able to do it, but you finally had enough money for a down payment on a home. You scrimped and saved for years as best you could, you paid off the majority of your student loans, you built up your credit, and now you felt ready for this very adult step. 

Your parents weren’t sure why you weren’t content with just renting. “What if you meet someone?” They’d ask you. “Then they could just move in with me, or we’d find another place. It’s an investment!” You’d reply. They had this vision in their head that you’re supposed to buy a home with a partner. It was the twenty-first century, you didn’t need anyone to help you...or so you thought. 

The pre-approval process at the bank was lengthy, but thorough. They’d need to see your W2′s from two years prior, they needed to know how long you’ve been at your current job, and basically just how much money you had altogether. The mortgage specialist at the bank was very kind. 

“So, you’re doing this all on your own?” 

“I am.” You smile.

“Have you got real estate agent yet?”

“No.” You shrug. “You don’t really need when you’re the one buying do you? I can just call whoever’s showing the house and work with them.”

“Maybe in small towns, but in larger areas like this you’ll want a realtor, trust me. It doesn’t cost you anything either way. They can top shop, help you negotiate, all those kinds of things.”

“They also like to show you houses out of your price range.” You scoff. 

“Not the honest ones. I get it, at the end of the day, they’re out there to make a quick buck, and the more the house is, the larger the cut they get. But I know a guy, he actually helped my son buy his first home. He was absolutely wonderful, and he’s a shark.” She goes through the many business cards on her desk. “Ah! Here it is, Harry Styles, he works for Greenfield Real Estate.” 

You take the card from her and scan it over.

“Don’t they sell, like, really nice homes? They work with people looking for mansions.” 

“Just give him a call, and tell him I sent you. You won’t regret it, trust me. Your pre-approval is only good for ninety days, so you’ll want to contact him soon.” 

//

Your head was swimming, but you knew she had a point. Half the houses you favorited on realtor.com or zillow were sold already. It was a seller’s market for sure. Maybe you would need someone to help you negotiate...but did it have to be a man? Couldn’t you find a female realtor? You spent years becoming the strong, independent woman you came to be, and now it felt like you’d be surrendering to some stereotype. 

However, after perusing on the Greenfield website, you see a picture of Harry. You bite your bottom lip, swallow some pride, and dial his number. 

“Greenfield Real Estate, this is Harry.” You weren’t expecting the British accent, or the deep voice and drawl that came with it. “Hello?”

“Um, hi! Yeah, Doris at Hills Bank gave me your card...I’m a first time home buyer.” You want to smack yourself for how stupid you sound. 

“Oh, I love Doris! I’ve worked with her a bunch. I actually helped her son buy his first home last year.”

“That’s what she told me.” 

“Right, so, picking a realtor is sort of like dating, you wanna make sure you pick the right one. Why don’t we meet up for coffee somewhere locally so we can get to know each other a bit.” 

Pushy, he was already wanting to meet you. Probably to have you sign your life away to be his client. 

“Sure, we could do that.”

“Are you local? There’s a place on Bleaker Street that has great coffee.” 

“Is it Monte Alto?”

“Yeah! That’s the one. When are you free?”

“I could meet you Friday during lunch my break.”

“Sounds great, I’m assuming noon?”

“Correct.” 

“By the way, you didn’t tell me your name.”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Alright, Y/N, I’ll see you Friday at noon at Monte Alto.” 

You take a huge breath after you hang up. 

//

Friday rolled around, and you weren’t able to step out of the office until nearly 11:50. It would take a little more than ten minutes to get there, and you hated being late. You were happy you had at least looked up what Harry looked like so you’d be able to spot him once you were there. 

Once you’re there, you see a man sitting on one of the cushioned chairs, looking out the window. It had to be him. 

“Harry?” 

He looks over at you and smiles. He stands up to shake your hand.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, hi, sorry I’m late, I’ve had meeting after meeting this morning. Fridays aren’t usually this busy.”

“No worries at all. Tell me, what’s your order?” 

“Oh, I can get it myself. I’m gonna grab a bagel too.”

“Good idea, I’ll do the same. Now, what’ll you have?” 

“Really...I can-”

“I know you can, but I invited you here, it would be rude to have you pay. Do this with all my perspective clients.” 

“Well, don’t I feel special.” You say sarcastically. He chuckles softly as you both get in line. 

You both order your drinks and food, and wait awkwardly for your names to be called, then you sit back down. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re more than welcome. So, tell me, what’s your dream home?”

“Oh god, um, nice big kitchen, I love to cook when I actually have time. A room for entertaining. I’m usually the one to host friends. Two stories, a garage, three bedrooms would be ideal, but I’ll settle for two-”

“No settling.” He smirks. “Go on.” 

“Um...well, so, three bedrooms, ideally I’d like a master with an en suite, but who doesn’t?” You watch as he makes notes on a little pad of paper. “I’d like a yard, but it doesn’t need to be huge. Bonus points if there’s a deck or patio, maybe even a pool, but I can live without those things.”

“And you’re buying this just for yourself, correct? No husbands or boyfriends I need to know about?” 

“You know, I could have a girlfriend.” 

“Shit, I’m sorry you’re right, um-”

“Relax, I’m teasing.” You chuckle. “But to answer your question, I am doing this alone. I feel like I’m ready for a house, so I want one.” 

“Thought I put my foot in my mouth for a second there. I need to learn to just say partner.” He picks up his drink to take a sip, and that’s when you notice he has perfectly manicured nails. Interesting. “So it seems like you know how to be realistic about what you want, and you also have a dream list. What about projects, do they scare you?”

“I’m good with painting or even having to put new flooring in, but I’d like to stay away from any major reno.” 

“Gotcha.” He makes another note. “And what price range are we working with here?” 

“Let me just make a note on my phone, I’d rather not say out loud in case someone tries to rob me.” 

He smiles and nods. He squints at your screen and makes a note. 

“Great, good for you. What do you do for work?” 

“I’m a physician, I work at a doctor’s office not too far from here. I’ve been there for two years, and I love what I do.”

“That’s great. So, Doris talked with you about balancing a mortgage and paying down your student loans?”

“They’re mostly paid for, actually. I got a lot of scholarships for my undergrad, and during med school I was awarded a pretty decent grant.” 

“Perfect.” He scribbles some more notes and then puts his pad and pen down. “What do you want to know about me?” 

“How long have you been a realtor for?” 

“Six years, been with Greenfield since I started.”

“What made you get into it?”

“Love seeing people happy.” 

“What about when someone buys below the asking price?”

“Doesn’t happen with me, not when I’m selling anyways. However, when I’m helping someone buy a home, well, let’s just say I’m pretty good at negotiating.” He smirks. “You’d be in good hands with me, but if you wanna shop around some more I’ll understand.” 

“Do you work with first time buyers a lot?”

“Sometimes, it depends. I know a lot of them like to work with me. They’re usually young, I’m young. Makes for a more relatable experience.”

“Okay.” You look outside and think for a moment. “I think I’d like to work with you.”

He smiles big at you.

“Are there any homes you’ve had in mind that you’d like to start looking at? I can definitely see what open houses are out there too. People tend to make offers fast, but don’t let that scare you. The home has to feel right, if you want it, I’ll make sure you get it.” 

“There were a few I’ve seen on realtor...” You take your phone out to show him. “I’d like to not have a super long commute either if I can help it.” 

“Are you looking to grow into this home or is it more of a starter space for you?” You give him a funny look. “I just mean, like, would you be open to a condo or something like that.”

“Only if it was detached and didn’t have a high HOA.” 

He nods and looks at some of the other homes you had favorited.

“So what I’m gonna do is go back to my office and run a few searched. Then I’ll text you a link to the home I find, and you can tell me which ones you like. Don’t be afraid to tell me you hate them either. Then if there’s a couple you wanna see, we’ll set up a time that works for you, and then I’ll contact the other realtor, sound good?”

“Sounds great.” 

You shake hands again before leaving. As you make your way back to the office, you feel relieved. You had someone you could ask questions to, and someone basically on your side. Harry was nice, a salesman at heart, but nice.

//

Saturday morning you get a text from Harry.

Harry Styles - Hi Y/N, it was great meeting you yesterday. Here are some places I think you might like. Let me know what you think! 

You liked how formal he was. You tap the link he sent you. The first couple were duds, but there were a few on here that actually peaked your interest. 

You - Could we three of the home? The bottom three on the list. 

Harry Styles - Sure! When would work for you? 

You - I don’t work on Mondays, so that would be easiest. Timing doesn’t matter. 

Harry Styles - I’ll contact the realtors and see what we can put together. 

You - Thanks so much!

You felt really excited. You wondered if maybe you should invite your parents to come look at the houses with you, but maybe you would save that for a second look through once you actually find something. A house can look much different in pictures than it does in person. 

//

Monday morning, around 9:30, you meet Harry at the first location. His car was parked in the driveway. He gets out when he sees you pull in. He had two coffees in hand. 

“Morning.” He says to you. “Got you a coffee, I remembered your order.” 

“Oh! Um, thanks.” You take it from him. 

“I’ve already gone in and unlocked the doors and turned the lights on. The other realtor isn’t here, which is perfectly fine. Take your time, feel free to walk around outside before heading in too.” 

You smile and nod. The front was beautifully landscaped, and there was a gate leading to the backyard. He follows you out that way. You listen as he explains when the home was built and why the people were selling it. There a nice deck that had been recently put on, no pool though, but there was room for one. You go up the stairs of the deck and go in through the sliding glass door. 

“Kitchen was recently renovated within the last five years. All appliances come with the place.” 

“It’s beautiful.” You run your fingers over the nice granite counter tops. 

As you scope out the rest of the house, you’re not as impressed as you were with it when you first walked in. The bedrooms were small, and barely had any storage. The basement wasn’t in the best condition either. 

“Definitely a no, but a good first experience nonetheless.” 

Harry looks down at his watch as he nods. 

“Wanna follow me to the next place then?”

“Sure.” 

Same thing happened at house number two and three. You just weren’t wowed. You sigh heavily as you lean against your car. 

“Don’t get discouraged, Y/N. It’s better to know what you don’t like. We can keep looking. When I go into the office tomorrow I can run another search. Maybe we can look at some condos.” 

“That might be good. Maybe somewhere with people my age? It would be cool to be in a little community.”

“Definitely.” 

“Thanks...I hope I haven’t been a pain with the things I don’t like.”

“Not at all. This is a really big purchase, you should get what you want.” 

//

It took three more weeks of meeting up with Harry on various days to find a place you liked. On a Saturday evening, he brought you over to a condo that was detached, had a garage, a community gym and pool. It had three bedrooms, and two and a half baths. One being an en suite for the master bedroom.The kitchen was gorgeous and flowed into a dining/living area. You were thrilled. 

“Harry...” You look at him. “It’s perfect.” 

“Really, you like it?”

“I love it!” You squeal and hug him without thinking. “Sorry.” You blush.

“It’s fine, it’s exciting.” 

“I’d like to put an offer in. The price is rate and the HOA is reasonable. It’s not too far from work. I’d be able to entertain, the backyard is fenced in. There was even security at the gate! This is my home, I can feel it.” 

“Fantastic. The paperwork can take some time. Would you wanna fill everything out over dinner?” 

“Um...sure...” 

“Plus, it gives you a chance to see what places nearby are like. We passed some nice restaurants on the way here.” 

You follow him to a nice pizza place a couple of miles away. He bring a large packet of paper and a couple of pens in with him.

“On the way here I called the other realtor to let him know an offer was coming their way.”

“Thanks.”

You both get seated and are given some water. He takes the papers out and explains what you would need to sign, and what your offer would mean. Harry said you could definitely low ball the sellers, so you asked for about $15K less than the asking price. 

“They probably won’t accept, but most people don’t on the first offer. This just gives us a good starting point.”

“And you think the six grand in closing costs is good?”

“Yeah, totally reasonable. That’ll be about half of it. Sometimes, you can get more money off after the home inspection. Once a price is settled, you’ll want to schedule that right away. I have some names of some great home inspectors.”

“Would you be there for that?”

“I would. I’m there for all of it. The other realtor will be there too.” 

“Okay good. I’d feel better with you there.” 

As you begin to sign the documents, a waiter comes over. 

“Good evening folks, can I start you off with anything to drink?”

“I’d love a glass of rose please.” You say. 

“Just a Corona for me, thanks.” 

The waiter nods and leaves you be. 

“Did you want to just split a pizza?” Harry asks looking down at the menu. 

“Sure, what do you like? I usually just get green peppers and mushrooms.”

“Works for me. Would you mind this cauliflower crust?”

“Not at all! I prefer that, actually.” 

‘Perfect.” He smiles. 

When the waiter comes back, Harry orders your pizza. He watches as you finish up all the paperwork. He checks over everything to make sure you signed everything. 

“I’ll get this all scanned and sent over tomorrow.”

“Do you ever take a day off?”

“Yes and no. The realtor world is funny. Sometimes I’m in the office all day and then I wont hear from a client until 8PM. I’m not helping someone buy, I’m helping someone sell. I’m always busy.”

“Sorry to take up your Saturday night...”

“No, don’t be. I’d just be home working.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his beer. “It’s your Saturday night I’m more worried about.” 

“Oh please.” You laugh. “My friends know I’ve been busy with this, they understand. Besides when I showed them who you were...” You stop yourself from finishing the sentence. 

“No, please, go on.” He smirks.

“They just, they saw your picture on the Greenfield website, that’s all.” You blush. 

The waiter comes over with the pizza, and thankfully it breaks a bit of the tension. You each take a slice and dig in. 

“This is delicious.” You say. 

“Yeah, never been here before, I’ll definitely have to come back.” He takes another sip of his beer. “Once that condo is yours, I fully expect an invite to your house warming, by the way. I like to know my clients are good to go.”

“I definitely won’t be a stranger.” 

When you and Harry are done, he walks you out to your car. He gives you a small hug goodbye as well. You felt like you just had a date, but there was no way you did. 

//

After going back and forth twice, your offer was accepted. You set up a home inspection with one of the names Harry had given you. He meets you at the house when it’s time, and you’re able to meet the other realtor. A woman, who was a little too delighted to see Harry. You felt jealous when they hugged. However, he stayed close to you and took notes while the inspector was talking. 

You made sure to ask a lot of questions. There were no major things that alarmed you. All of the information was just a lot to take in, and you were feeling slightly overwhelmed. You should have brought your parents, or another friend. Was Harry a friend at this point? As the inspector was putting together a full report for you, and getting your email, the other realtor was talking to Harry.

“So, I thought you were only in the selling game right now.” She smirks at him.

“Once in a while I take on a buyer.” He shrugs. “It’s good commission.”

“Yeah, thanks, can’t wait to split it with you.” She rolls her eyes. “But I do love when our paths cross.”

“Mhm.” He looks over at you and then back to the realtor. “The previous owners took great care of this place.”

“Yeah, they did. The only reason they moved is because they’re daughter had a baby and they wanted to be closer to her.”

“Ah, classic.”

“Are you doing anything later?”

“Um…well…Y/N is probably going to have questions and stuff, so I’ll probably be busy with her for a bit.”

“Okay, but, like, tonight, are you free? We could grab a drink.”

“I…”

“Harry?” You say, walking over to them. “Everything’s all set. He said I should have the radon and water tests by next week.”

“Perfect. You’ll be able to make a final decision and add anything to an addendum then.”

“It was nice to meet you.” You shake the woman’s hand.

“Same to you. Look forward to hearing from you soon.”

“Y/N, I took a lot of notes, is there anything you want to go over?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

“See ya Margaret, we’ll be in touch.” He shakes her hand and leaves her standing there, shocked.

Harry walks with you outside, and you agree on a bar to meet up at. You both grab drinks and Harry goes over his notes with you. He gives you the name of a good plumber since you mentioned you’d want to update a few fixtures.

“What about a painter? Know of anyone that can help with that?”

“You don’t need to waste your money on a professional. Painting’s not that hard.” He chuckles.

“Well, I am not very skilled when it comes to that kind of stuff. Plus, I won’t really have the time to do it myself, and I’d wanna get it done before I move.”

“You could get all done in a couple of weekends no problem, you just need some friends that know how to paint.” He puts a toothpick in his mouth and fiddles with it. “I know how to paint.”

“You do?”

“Sure.” He shrugs. “Sometimes sellers need to fix up their houses quickly. I’ve come to the rescue on more than one occasion.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“I don’t make any money if I don’t. No one wants to be an ugly house.” He takes a sip of his drink. “I guess what I’m saying is, I could help you paint. You’re about to have a mortgage payment on your hands.”

“Pending the inspection report.” You smirk.

“Right.” He smiles.

“Did you offer up the same service for Doris’ son?”

“No.” He says smugly. “He already knew how to paint.”

“That other woman before, what was her name? Margaret?”

“Yeah, what about her?”

“I heard her ask you out…”

“She didn’t, she wasn’t…uh…” He scratches the back of his neck. “Sometimes we go for drinks if we end of working on the same house. Nothing more than that really.”

“So, you’re not, like, seeing her.”

“God, no. That would be a major conflict of interest.”

“Do you always go out for drinks with your clients?”

“Sometimes…I know some people have clients over to their home to do paperwork, but I didn’t think you’d feel super comfortable coming over to some guy’s house you barely know.”

“How considerate of you.” You giggle.

“Did it bother you that she asked me out tonight?”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“What? No, why, uh, why would it have bothered me?”

“Because…if someone had done the same to you in front of me I would have been bothered, but to be fair, I’m a pretty jealous guy.” He finishes his drink and orders another one.

“How many times does this happen?”

“What?”

“You hitting on your clients.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” He fake gasps. “And no, I don’t usually do this. I’m a little embarrassed, actually. Not very professional of me to have a crush on your client.” Your eyes widen and your jaw drops slightly. “Sorry, I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.”

“No! I…I’m just a little surprised that you’re into me, is all.”

“Why? You’ve got a great career, you’re super independent, and you’re really funny.”

“How do you not already have a girlfriend?”

“I’m really busy, like, all the time. I’m able to take vacations here and there, but you see how much I work. Any time I date it doesn’t last because people don’t understand the job. You’re a doctor, you get it. You must be busy going to classes trying to stay up to date on everything.”

“I am, I’m definitely busy a lot…but I make time for friends.”

“So do I. My friends don’t get offended if I have to cancel or reschedule, or they at least don’t take it personally.”

“I get what you’re saying…dating is hard when you have a demanding job.”

“Exactly.”

“So…are you going to ask me out?”

“Can’t, not until this is all done at least. Conflict of interest.”

“Oh.”

“But when I do, are you saying you’ll say yes?”

“I guess we’ll find out when you ask, won’t we?”

//

Harry helped you go over the inspection report once you got it. You asked for some money towards getting the furnace serviced, and the previous owners thought it was a reasonable request. You were able to close a couple of weeks later. Typically the realtor comes to the bank with the buyer on the big day.

“Harry!” Doris squeals as she hugs him. “Great to see you.”

“Same to you.”

“Love when we get to see each other like this.”

“Same here, how’s your son?”

“Oh, he’s great. Y/N, have a seat. We have lots of things to sign.”

You sign what you need to. Doris gives you a gift bag with some wine glasses. Harry hands over a bottle of champagne to you as well. It was very exciting. You were officially a home owner.

“Thank you so much.” You shake Doris’ hand before leaving the bank.

Harry grabs your wrist once you’re both outside.

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks, I literally couldn’t have done it without you.” You give him a quick hug. “My parents are gonna meet me there soon so they can check it out. I think they wanna take me out to eat to celebrate.”

“That’s great.” He clears his throat. “What, uh, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Continuing to pack.” You laugh. “But, um, I could make myself available in the evening.” You smile.

“I’m having a little pool party tomorrow. Bunch of my friends are coming over, I’d love to have you over too, if you felt comfortable.”

“That sounds amazing! Can I bring anything?”

“Just your beautiful self.”

//

Your parents were very impressed with your new purchase. You did well. Saturday morning you continued your packing adventure, trying to make sure you properly labeled your boxes. You needed to make sure none of your medical journals got lost.

Even though Harry had offered over and over to teach you how to paint, your parents offered to pay for a painting crew for you, just to make things go faster. Once that was done you’d be able to move. You search your dresser for a suitable bathing suit. You weren’t sure how much skin to actually show.

“Ah ha!” You find your green, strapless one-piece that had a cute cut out in the upper part of the stomach. You’re also able to find a cute cover up dress to throw on over it.

In the latter part of the afternoon, you drive over to Harry’s. You were impressed by the neighborhood he was able to live in. All of the houses were huge. When you pull up to his house you wonder what he needed such a big house for. Maybe he entertained a lot too, just like you did.

You – just pulled up!

Harry Styles - come right around back!

You walk around to where you can hear music playing and people laughing. There were plenty of people already in Harry’s large in-ground pool.

“Y/N!” Harry waves over to you.

Damn, he has a lot of tattoos. You think to yourself.

“Hi, Harry!”

He comes over to you and kisses you on the cheek without really thinking.

“Glad you could make it. Make yourself comfortable. Plenty of food, plenty of pool.” He chuckles.

Harry’s friends were really nice and welcoming, you didn’t feel too out of place. His eyes couldn’t help but scan over your body the second you took your coverup off. Turns out Harry was a master on the grill. He made sure to pay attention to while still being a good host to his friends. It was a fun party. As the night dwindled you wanted to make some sort of move.

“You know, I’ve seen your entire backyard, but I’ve yet to be given a your of your home.”

“You’d like that?”

“It’s only fair, you’ve seen mine.” You wink at him.

He leads you inside.

“Well, you’ve seen the kitchen, obviously.”

He takes you through the first floor and then leads you upstairs. He explains that he has all the extra rooms so his family has their own space for when they come to visit.

“And this is my room, but you don’t have to-“

“No, let’s see it.” You smile.

He smiles back and opens the door. Your jaw drops when you see how much space there is. There were two closets, both filled with nice clothes.

“Come check out the bathroom. I had some work done to it last year.”

“Why do you have a double vanity?”

“For guests.” He blushes. “My last girlfriend actually, she liked having her own sink. Apparently I have too many products and they can get in the way.” He clears his throat. “Anyways, I had everything redone last year. I know a great bathroom guy if you ever wanna update anything.”

“You have a guy for everything.” You giggle. “And you do have a lot of products, two sinks makes sense.” You walk out and back into the bedroom. “So…”

“So…”

“What date number would you consider this to be?”

“Legally, the first…not legally…” He grins. “Think I’ve lost track.” He steps closer to you. “My friends liked you.”

“I liked them.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “And I like you.”

“I like you too.” His hands move to your hips. “And I really like this bathing suit. Haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all day.”

You both smile and continue to make eye contact. Harry looks down at your lips and leans in. He presses his lips to yours, and you find yourself grasping at him to pull him closer. You couldn’t remember the last time you were intimate with someone, but it had definitely been too long. You were ravenous. You open your mouth him and he groans into you. You both shuffle back to the bed and fall on top of it.

“If this feels too fast, just let me know.” He breathes as you move to straddle him.

“Harry, I want you.” You cup his cheek and he moves to kiss your palm. “But, if it feels too fast for you, we can cool it.”  

“I want you too, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel pressured or anything.”

“I don’t, but thank you.”

You lean down to kiss him again. His hands move to the back of your bathing suit.

“Gotta get this off you.” He grunts.

You get off him to stand up.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Seems to be our little theme.” He smirks.

Harry stands up and takes his trunks off. Your eyes grow wide when you look down at his hard cock. He steps towards you and helps you out of your swim suit.

“I have a fun idea.” He says as he kisses down your neck. “We’ve been in the sun all day, let’s go hop in the shower.”

You smile at him and nod. He leads you into the bathroom and gets the water in the shower going. He yanks you inside and gets you under the warm water. He backs you up to the wall and press you against it. His hands roam your body as his lips find yours again.

“I’ve thought about this so many times.” He says.

“You have?”

“Mhm, there were so many times in the houses I showed you that I just wanted to take you right then and there.”

He nips at your jaw as his hands knead your breasts. You wrap your arms back around his neck. You feel his hard cock press against your hip and it makes you whimper. One of his hands slides down your stomach. He looks at you to make sure it’s alright and you nod yes.

Your head rolls back against the tile as his fingers slips between your legs. His thumb works your clit while he works two of his fingers inside you.

“Oh my god.” You gasp and grind your hips toward his hand. You reach for his length and start to pump him.

You both were panting. You have to let go of him to clutch onto his shoulders as you release around his fingers.

“Please.” You moan. “Fuck me. I have an IUD.”

Harry kisses you and hooks one of his arms under one of your legs so he can push in at a better angle. You bite down on his bottom lip, causing him to groan loudly.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He says into your ear as he thrusts in and out of you.

“You feel so good, Harry, fuck.”

He pulls out of you, turns you around, and presses back inside. His chest was flush with your back. You claw at the tile as he rocks in and out of you. One of his hands snakes around to rub your clit and the other works one of your breasts.

You feel a flood of things wash over you, but mostly it was another incredible orgasm. You could get used to this.

“Shit, I’m gonna come. Where do you want it?” He grunts.

“Inside me.”

“Jesus.” He groans and releases inside you. You moan out at the warm feeling.

//

“This is the softest robe in the world.”

“Glad you like it. You can wear it anytime.”

You both were cuddled up in his bed, munching on some fruit while watching TV.

“Do you have parties like this often?”

“Only when I’ve finally told a tougher home.”

“You were working with someone while working with me? How did you find the time?”

“Babe, I was working with like six other people.” He smirks.

“Doris was right, you are a shark.” You laugh.

“Gotta be able to afford this place, right?” He tucks some hair behind your ear. “You’ll stay tonight? I’m a cuddler.”

“Of course.” You giggle. “I’ll have to have you over for my next game night, you can meet all of my friends.”

“Like I said, I fully expect to be invited to your house warming.”

“That too.”

“But I’d be happy to meet your friends. Are they doctors too?”

“A couple of them are, yeah. We met in med school. Wouldn’t have made it through without them.”

You two stay up for hours, legs tangled in each other, telling each lots of things about one another. It was easy to talk to Harry, it had been since you met. He felt the same about you too. You both knew it wouldn’t be so easy to just get together. Harry’s schedule was unpredictable, and your days were long and tiring. But, neither of you really cared because you both felt like you found your person.

Harry loved game nights with your friends. He was a tad competitive, but it just made for more laughs. You both liked having your separate spaces, but you enjoyed when he could actually spend the night, or when you could spend the night at his place. Neither of you took it personally when the other was too busy or too tired either. Once you felt truly settled, you wrote Doris a thank you note for setting you up with the best realtor and the love of your life.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #enjoy! #realtor!Harry

[milkiane]

hi liane honey!!! literally so proud of you for 500 djdjdj ur amazing!! could i please get a marvel ship!! <3

pls base your judgments on how you perceive me too but i’ll throw some random things in just in case! i’m an infp, ravenclaw and cancer sun! i’m 5’1, 🍓blonde, pale and freckly. i’m super passionate about the things i love but can get burnt out quickly with others despite being academic. sensitive but only because i care so much about everyone and everything around me. a goof - i love laughter, and jokes, and just being totally silly. i’m a big romantic, love and romance is just perfection to me and i can’t wait to fall in love one day

hope some of that was useful? idk what you need so i threw a bunch of random stuff in there djdjd

anyways ilysm and once again CONGRATS IM SO PROUD OF YOU

dsjksjdfh ilysm lish <3 and i can't wait for you to fall in love, too :) <3

i ship you with pietro maximoff !

- wAH PIETRO, OKAY.

- DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN MORE? NO, BUT I WILL.

- the moment the avengers came back from battling ultron, you and the other agents were all over the place, and in his tired and battered state, you still managed to catch his eye.

- he loves how passionate you are

- and he knows how easily tired you get

- so he always has his alicia's cool-kit ready

pietro was so excited for the date he planned for the both of you. he sped through the crowd of avengers and agents, hollering at him for making them stumble.

"princess?" he knocked at your door, when he didn't hear your usual cheery respond, he let himself in, "are you-"

he stopped, blinking at your state; buried in your thick blanket, pillows on top of you, and your documents and laptop sprawled all over your queen-sized bed.

he slowly made his way towards you, "'re you alright, lish?"

you groaned, peeking at him through your lifted blankets, "'m tired, so tired,"

he frowned, kissing your forehead before speeding off to the supermarket. he bought your comfort food, your favorite ice cream, and a quicksilver stuffie he found at the toys aisle.

after paying for them using stark's credit card, he made your way towards you, organizing your things into a neat pile, and placing your cool-kit on your bed, netflix already on.

"so, what movie?"

#amourtentiaa's sleepover bash <3 #lish <3

[reniplier]

hi, so,, ive been having a pretty bad time lately,, would it be ok to request a wilford x reader with some comfort? its alright if not! thank u anyway! im a big fan of urs btw 💕

Warnings: Being naked, self deprecation, overworking yourself a headache and slight crying

Pronouns: None

Paring: Wilford Warfstache x Reader

A/N: Apologies for being so late, I've been kinda mentally drained lately so I kinda wrote this for myself also

Your head was pounding as you ploppped your body on the bed with your arms spread out.  Today had been awful just like the rest of the week. All you wanted to do was sleep off your headache for the rest of the weekend. You heard footsteps walk past your room before they came back. They got closer to your bed and you felt a hand run through your hair.

"Bad day?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

Suddenly, two hands cupped under your armpits and lifted you up. You were face to face with the pink mustached man as he observed your features. Dark circles gathered under your eyes and a loud pounding echoed in your head. Your lips cracked due to the lack of hydration and hair stuck to your face. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw how worn out you really are.

"Aw hunny bun, Let's get you fixed up. Stay right here!" He put you back down on the bed before running off into a different room. The sound of running water could be heard through the house. You chose not to inspect it as you let your eyes rest.

You weren't sure how long you slept before Wilford called you into the bathroom. When you entered, the tub was filled with pink bubbles and lit candles were placed anywhere they could be.

"Ta-da!" You couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips as you saw all the effort he put into this. "Take a dip in the tub, but don't get too comfy! This is only the beginning of what I planned!"

You were a bit nervous at this plan of his but considering how nice this was, you were willing to do anything for him. You began unbuttoning your shirt as you realized Will was staring at you. A wave of heat rushed over your face when you both made eye contact.

"Oh! I suppose I should be going then." His cheeks also stained red before you stopped him. "You can join me, if you want."

What were you saying!? He'd have to see you naked! Of course you both had been dating for some time now but you still haven't made it past the aggressive makeout stage.

"O-oh! Sure!" You two began undressing as both of you tried to avoid eye contact but not before sending glances at each other. When you were done, you couldn't help but get a better view of Will. His chest filled with hair and his muscles were so beautiful you could've sworn they were trying to make your own jealous. He sent a glance at your body just before your face flushed and you hid your most insecure parts from his eyes. 

He walked towards you before stopping. Not even an inch of space between you both. He looked you dead in the eyes as he removed your hands from covering your body. You relaxed your arms not putting up a fight as it would be pointless.

"If you don't wanna do this, that's okay. But if you're backing out because you think I'm judging you, I'm not! I love you, and I'll be damned if your body is the thing that makes me stop."

He plants a small kiss on your forehead before he crawls into the pink liquid and gestures you in with him. You crawled in and rested your back on his chest. The water was above warm but not scolding hot, the bubbles covered your chest and if they were any higher they'd cover your face also.

A squirting noise could be heard behind you right before Wil began massaging your head.  Your headache soon became nothing but a memory as your hair was filled with foamy shampoo. He then scooped the water in his palms to rinse it out and began to wash your face. His fingers made patterns around your cheeks, forehead, and eyelids. It was a bit embarrassing to have someone else have to wash you, but at the same time it felt really nice to let someone else do it. His hands began to squeeze your shoulders and rub them to ease the tension and stress before wandering further.

"Snap my neck if I touch you somewhere you're not ok with."

"That's a bit much, I'll tell you though."

He let out a small hum of content. "That works too."

His hands ran up and down your arms for a while before his hands rested on your chest. You both sat in silence as you sat in the warmth of the water before it faded. You exited and felt cold air strike your body. The candles flames had lost energy some time ago due to the humidity of the air. You shivered as you looked for a towel. Wil placed a hand on your shoulder as he stopped you. He pulled out a towel and pastel pink pajamas that you assumed were for you.

"I could've had you just put on your regular pjs, but where's the fun in that?"

You dried yourself off and put on the night garments. It was a little big on you, as the sleeves probably could fit two more arms in there but it was well made. They had a beautiful silky shine on them where the light could reach.

"You look so cute, Jellybean!"

Blushing at the nickname and compliment, you covered your face in the sleeves right before Wilford pulled them away.

"No hiding that cute face of yours just yet, Sugarplum! There's still one more thing I need to show you.

You were led out the bathroom with your eyes closed into a completely different room. Wil uncovered your eyes and what you saw almost made your heart stop. All of your favorite foods and pastries were laid out on fancy platters for display. A short gasp escaped your lips as Wil smirked. Pride filled his chest at the fact he was able to give you such a great surprise to distract you from the week. Originally, his plan was just to kill all the people that gave you so much stress, but using their credit cards to pay for everything will due. For now at least.

You trotted over to the table and looked at amazement at how perfectly they all looked.

"I hope you enjoy it, if anything doesn't meet your standards I'll-"

He was cut off by you tightly hugging him with your head against his chest. "Thank you, Wilford" Tears swelled in your eyes at the displays of affection. He pulled your face up so that your eyes met. "No problem, Pudding."

You both grabbed a plate of the delicacies and sat on the couch. The TV  came on and began playing a hilariously bad romantic movie. The treats were prepared amazingly and soon you and Wil found yourselves getting seconds, thirds, and fourths.

While you and Wil were eating, your attention stayed towards the movie and you began pointing out flaws in it left and right. Laughing at every break of character and line of bad writing. Eventually, you felt your eyes grow heavy as you lost focus on the screen. Your head rested on Wil's shoulder and you closed your eyes. 

You felt everything grow dark and quiet for a while until you woke up, this time in Wilfords arms. He was carrying you to your room and gently set your head down on the pillow. It was different though, softer and supported your neck. Not that you were complaining. He crawled in bed beside you and wrapped his arms around you as your legs tangled together. You turned around so you were facing him, or his chest rather. One of his hands creeped up into your head as he drew circles on your scalp. You found yourself dozing off again but right before you heard him mumble something.

"If you liked today, you'll love tomorrow."

#wilford warfstache #ahwm wilford #wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #wilford x reader #wilford x y/n #wkm wilford #my writing

[har-rison-s]

pretty

request: Can I get a Stan Uris request? Reader is Bill’s older sister, maybe 15 while The Losers are 13, and the boys have a sleepover at the Denbrough house. She’s taking a shower and she forgets her towel so she yells for Bill to fetch her one but Stan is the one to hear her, so he gives her the towel. She notices he’s blushing and asks him what’s wrong, and he’s never seen her in a towel before and he blurts out that she’s pretty and it’s all cute and she’s like “you’re pretty, too, Stan”

A/N: What a cliché title.... Hi. Risky, risky, eheheheheh. Anyways, let's do this. An interesting and realistic, actually, request. At least I think so. I expect this to be a short one, but that's not bad. While this age difference made me squint a little, it's okay. Not if you're older, alright? I do not promote underage/of-age relationships. Happy reading!

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Coca Cola cans, chip packets, crackers, water, jelly beans and bears, sour candy, slices of watermelon. Video games, cartoon series, board games, card games, television programs and films. Pyramids of cups, smelly socks, hats, pillows and plates. The perfect combo of a teenage boys' slumber party. 

A perfect weekend for the boys. The Denbrough kids' mother decided to let their kids have fun alone, do whatever they want, for a weekend. She and her husband drove up state to visit her parents. They warned the kids not to burn the house down, and, boy, did Bill's friends try.

Y/N was already used to Bill's friends causing chaos everywhere they went, always being loud and quite annoying, she must admit. Especially trash-mouth Richie. She couldn't stand him. But, like said, she had gotten used to them and their loudness. At least there were only four of them, and they were younger.

“Don't tell me Brooke Shields is home, too.” Richie begs his friend. They've been playing board games for hours, the MTV channel serving as background noise and when they switched channels, they heard music coming from upstairs. The Losers Club immediately looked at Bill.

“Sh-sh-she doesn't mind us being here.” Bill says, innocently.

“But it's weird. She hears everything.” Eddie states. Stanley sighs.

“She has music on, dumbass.” He tells his friend, eyes narrowed.

“Or rather, we can hear everything.” Richie says with a thick essence of mischief in his voice.

“Beep-beep, Rich.” Stan says, sighing along with the other two. 

“Say, Bill, does she have a boyfriend? Maybe he's coming over tonight?” Richie keeps pestering his best friend.

“Shut up, R-R-Richie.” Bill responds, careless to go any further with this stupid conversation. Richie snickers and looks at Eddie, waiting for him to join in laughing, but he doesn't.

“Bill, do you have Monopoly?” Stanley asks and Bill nods.

“In m-my room, up-upstairs.” He tells Stan.

“I'll get it, then.” The boy decides and walks to the living room's door to get to the stairs. 

“We all know what he's gonna do up there. And it ain't gonna be Monopoly.” Richie comments, which earns him a nasty glare from Stanley and a punch to his side from Bill himself. 

“Th-that's my-my sister you're talk-talking about.” Stanley hears Bill say to Richie.

Y/N decided to hop into a shower before she settles for watching a movie in her parents room and then going to bed. It is ten pm on a Friday night already, and she's got her friends coming over tomorrow, so she needs to have a good night's sleep. Even with her brother's never resting friends in the house.

She left the music in her room on while showering, but she also left her clean towel in the downstairs washing room. She realised it only when she was done showering - that there were no towels in her bathroom. Shit. She hopes Bill can hear her, she did hear him coming up the stairs.

“Billy!” She yells as loud as she can. 

Stan almost falls off the stool he uses to get to the top shelf from hearing Bill's sister yelling. Bill has a bad habit of putting board games on the highest shelf in his room. And she definitely has a loud voice. 

“Bill!” She yells again when there's no response. Not more than half a minute later there's a knock on her door. 

“It's Stan, not Bill.” The boy says through the door. “Do you need some help?”

“Oh, hi, Stan. Come in, the door is open and I'm in the shower.” She simply says. Stanley hesitates, but creaks open the door. “I'm in quite a crisis. My towel is in the downstairs bathroom, the blue one in a red basket.”

“Need me to bring it?” He concludes.

“If you'd be so kind.” She says shyly. 

“Right. I'll be right back.” Stan tells her and, after slowly and carefully closing the bathroom door behind him, rushes downstairs for the towel she asked for. She would be freezing soon. 

“What's the matter, Stanley? Saw something you shouldn't have?” Richie teases and Stan only groans, rolling his eyes at Richie. He makes for the bathroom of the first floor, which is right through the kitchen in the Denbrough's house.

Although Bill ignores Richie's snide question, he is curious why Stan jogged down the stairs without the Monopoly and went into the kitchen. It is his sister, after all. But he also knows Stan. Stan's very polite and reserved.

Stan fetches the towel from the red basket and holds it close to him, folding it over his arm. He goes back up the stairs in the same speed he came down them. He finds Y/N's room and bathroom again and knocks on the door, to warn her it's him.

“Please, open the door in as wide a slit as the towel is thick. Catch my drift?” Y/N's voice comes from inside the room.

“Uh-huh.” Stan confirms. He creaks the door open and squeezes the towel through the slit, her hand taking it once it's through. Stan shuts the door and sighs. He tried to keep his eyes semi-closed while giving her the towel, and it's quite self-explanatory why he did.

He walks back to the door of her room, heading for Bill's bedroom again. But Y/N stops him once again from getting to the Monopoly. “Thanks so much, Stanley.” Her sweet voice thanks him and he can tell that she's come out of the bathroom. 

“You're welcome, Y/N.” He responds with his back still to the bathroom door and her. 

She chuckles. “You can turn around, silly.” She encourages him. Stan gives her a chuckle of nervousness and hesitantly turns around to face her. He doesn't like to admit it, but it's some sort of new teenage experience. His cheeks blush immediately upon looking at her in only her towel and wet hair. “What's wrong? Is something on me, my towel?” She fusses quietly.

“No, no, you're very pretty.” He suddenly blurts out, without thinking. Once he realises what he's said, he wants the ground to swallow him right up. Great going! Why did you have to say that from all things, Stanley? Why?!

Now Y/N blushes. And she smiles. She can tell he's gone full panic mode - his eyes are wide and cheeks redder than before. “You're pretty, too, Stan.” She says after all. 

The boy gets even more flustered. He doesn't know what to say back. One thing only comes to mind. Come on, nothing can be worse than you already said. “Do you want to play Monopoly with us?” Stan asks and looks at her again, regaining his posture and the little amount of confidence he carries in himself.

“I'm not sure that your friends would like that.” Y/N admits. Stanley shakes his head. 

“Screw what they like or not. If you want to, come play with us.” He tells her and she chuckles. “If you don't, that's okay, have a good night—”

“No, no, I'll play.” She convinces him otherwise. “Just let me change first.” Y/N states, smiling wide. 

“We'll be—Well you know where we will be.” Stanley says and Y/N laughs. He even smiles at her, breaking out of his flustered state. He leaves her room and again walks into Bill's bedroom to actually get the board game they so much want to play.

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can you do an imagine w/ j cody where the reader is a shy sweet girl who is also a virgin?:))) love ur writing

J being super cocky with his virgin date.

(please note I am no longer accepting J Cody requests, but you can request anything else here) 

Warnings: Barely any plot, smut and obviously losing virginityWords: 2339

Nerves run through you more than anything you had ever felt as J slipped his credit card back into his wallet, the bill for your fancy dinner paid in full. You had been dating J for a few months now and it was becoming more and more obvious that you couldn’t put off what you both wanted, the thing that he had been unintentionally pushing for from the moment he had let a small groan escape his lips as your body pressed to his on the third date.

It had been a wonderful evening by all accounts, J being the perfect gentleman and even though the waitress had been doing her best to sway his attention he had eyes for no-one but you. You had captivated him in a way most women could only dream of, and you couldn’t tell if that was because you challenged him or because you were holding back on sleeping with him but you were glad either way.

You knew that he thought this was a game that you were playing to keep him interested, knew from the way he held your face and kissed you that he thought you knew how he could please you and you were just teasing yourself and him in turn, but the truth was that you had never been with anyone before.

Short of fumblings at a drive-in theatre and a hand slipped into your panties at a party by your first boyfriend you had done nothing, and it was intimidating to say the least that this man, who you imagined was quite experienced by the way his fingers gripped your waist in a way that made your body brim with goosebumps, could be the one to change that.

As nerve-wracking as that thought was, you desperately wanted him. He made you feel things that no man ever had and you knew in your mind, body, and soul that this was the person that you wanted to be your first.

And so when he drove you home that night and walked you to your doorstep, you made sure to mention that your parents were out before you invited him in for a drink. He hadn’t been able to at dinner because he was driving and it didn’t seem fair that you would without him, and in all honesty you needed the alcohol to calm your nerves.

Half a bottle of wine was done before he was on you, your lips meeting together and his eyebrows raising in surprise as you straddled him for the very first time, your hands holding both sides of his face and he pulled back to rest his head on the back of the couch as he looked up at you.

“Want to go upstairs?” Were the words he muttered, his hands which had moved beneath your sundress during the kiss running along cotton panties that you wished were sexier, “Or are you gonna let me taste this pussy here in your front room?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, the filth never having spilled from his lips before and it turned you on so much that you knew that you wouldn’t be able to back out now.

“Upstairs..” You mumbled, your nerves mounting and you downed the rest of your wine before you led him to your room, not caring that your parents were going to find the half-drunk bottle on the table should they walk in.

You were almost shaking by the time you got to your room, and his arms snaked around you as he kicked the door shut, his lips caressing your neck as his fingers ran over you through your panties and it was when he noticed your breath shaking that he pulled back.

“You alright?” confusion infused his speech, every syllable tripping over the last in its attempt to calm and understand you and you just nod as your breath shakes, “Worried about your par--”

“I’m a virgin,” The words fell from your lips before he had even finished his sentence, his eyebrows raising as a smirk washed over his features.

“You’re a virgin?” He repeats, and you bite your lip and nod, scared to death that he was going to leave or worse, make fun of you. His reaction was entirely unexpected, his hands gripping harder at your waist as he pulled you in and kissed you fiercely, his lips moving down to your neck slowly as he walked you back toward your bed.

“Let's change that shall we?” He grinned, and you were so shocked that he was so cool with it that any thought of how nervous you were dissipated for a moment. He picked you up only to press you down on top of your sheets, his hands moving to push up your skirt almost immediately and you let out a loud moan as he pushed your panties aside.

“So.. have you never had a man touch you before hm?” He speaks against your lips, the look in his eyes so sexy that you can barely handle it.

“My first boyfriend got about as far as you are now but then we got interrupted and--” a long finger slides into you, and you let out a loud whimper, the feeling in your stomach that you had only ever felt when touching yourself immediately blossoming and you wondered if you were even going to get to sleep with him before you came for him.

“And what?” He spoke, his brow furrowing in mock confusion as he willed you to continue, his finger moving slowly in and out of you

“A-and we had to s-sto-OH” another moan left your lips as his thumb pressed down on your clit, rubbing it in soft circles as his finger continued to move in and out of you.

“You had to stop?” He grinned against her lips, “So now man has ever touched you the way I’m touching you right now hm? No man has ever felt how wet you get?”

You shake your head and it seems to egg him on, his lips crashing to yours as his finger begins to move a little faster, his lips moving down your body over your clothes until he reached your breasts, moving to tug at your dress so one could be pulled from your cotton bra. You were nervous so show this much skin of course, but you trusted him, you felt more safe with J than you ever had with anyone.

He slowly began to run his tongue around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth momentarily before he got frustrated with the fabric and moved you back in place.

“I-I can take off the dress..” You spoke between moans and he smirked and shook his head, licking his lips as his finger moved faster, and as he bent it to press down on your spot you let out a loud moan.

“No time for that..” He smirked, and you frowned as he moved his fingers from you to pull down your panties even though the cold air against your wetness felt incredible.

He sat between your legs licking his lips as his eyes took in the sight before him, his mind running over a million different scenarios and finally deciding to put his own pleasure aside in the hope that you would reciprocate.

“God, such a pretty pussy…” He smirked, licking his lips as he bent down and pushed your dress up. Slowly he kissed long your thighs, biting softly every now and again to punctuate your moans with a new pitch and when he got to his destination he was practically salivating at how wet you were for him, at the thought of you being so pure and innocent and his to corrupt.

“I want you to watch me..” He spoke, blowing softly against your clit and smirking at the reaction, his hand going up to run his thumb along your bottom lip, “Keep your eyes on me and you don't cum until I say so alright?”

His tone was so demanding that you couldn’t help but obey, and he licked his lips with a devlish grin before placing the softest of kisses on the sensitive bud of nerves. The reaction he got from you was incredible, your fingers gripping the sheets and your teeth making marks in your bottom lip so deep that he knew that you weren't going to obey to let him edge you. He would let it go through, just this once. Just because it was your first time.

“You like the way that feels?” He speaks, breath washing over your clit before he kisses it once more and you nod,

“P-please J..” You whimper and that's enough for him to lose control, flatten his tongue and drag it from your entrance to your clit, your moan so loud that his erection was beginning to hurt within his jeans, “Oh fuck J.. baby..”

He smirked up at you before he went to work, his tongue moving in soft, small circles and sucking your clit into his mouth every so often. Your moans were a symphony that was music to his ears, and he added a whole other octave when he slipped a finger, followed by a second into your tight entrance.

Your whimper was slightly pained and he looked up at you, moving his fingers slowly to stretch you out ready for him but still, he stopped his oral onslaught for a moment,

“You alright?” He spoke with only a hint of concern and smiled as you nodded, licking his lips as he moved back up, kissing you and letting you taste yourself.

Your hands made quick work of his belt and his eyebrows quirked as he watched you, his fingers still moving slowly within you and bending to press against your spot to earn moans and whimpers.

“Fuck..” He whispered as your hand wrapped around his shaft, you had worked so fast to push his boxers down that even he was surprised, and he moved his fingers from you to run the head of his cock against your soaking clit.

“Got a condom?” He whispered against your lips and he smirked a little when you shook your head, running his nose along yours. “Too much of a sweet innocent girl to have bought condoms hm?” He looked down as your hand continued to pump up and down his shaft with much more expertise than he had expected.

“I’ll take the morning-after pill, just fuck me J, please..” The desperation in your voice only served to make him harder, women submitting to him had always been his weakness, and he nodded, more than happy to feel how wet you were without a barrier between you.

He kissed you softly, glancing down at your dress, licking his lips as he lined himself up and he looked up at you, “This is gonna hurt, you know that right?”

J was not modest. He knew that he had a big cock, had been complimented on it time and time again and while that was good for an experienced sexual partner he knew that it was going to be the best time for someone who had never been touched.

You nodded, licking your lips as you hitched your legs around his waist, “Fuck me, J.. please fuck me..”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Slowly he pushed into you, his eyes never leaving the sight as your tightness enveloped him. You were so wet, so ready for him, so tight and it felt absolutely incredible. The only time he had ever slept with a virgin was when he was one himself, and this feeling had almost made him cum and finish then and there. It wasn’t much different this time.

You flinched as he continued to push inside you, the pain something that you never could have expected, a sensation that you never would have been able to anticipate and when he was flush against you he kissed you softly, moaning against your lips as your walls held him in so tightly.

“Fuck..” He groaned, “Let me know when you’re ready”

You had no idea what that meant, what it meant to be ready or what anything would feel like next, but you were so lost and caught up in the fact that you were losing your virginity that you just nodded.

He began moving in and out of you slowly, the pain continuing to run through you and you weren’t even sure if this was normal until he moved back into you after a few minutes and hit a spot inside of you that made your toes curl. You whimpered as he continued, the head of his shaft hitting the same spot over and over and he began to pull out more and more only to push in and hit the same spot.

“Oh my God..” You moaned, gripping the sheets as your lips parted and your head fell back against the pillows

“That’s it baby,” He smirked, the pleasure on your face serving to prove just how good he was in bed and he slowly began to move faster, pressing against your spot over and over and you felt such an intense orgasm approaching that you gripped at his back.

“J-- I’m..” You moaned and he smirked against your lips, “You close baby?” He moaned against your mouth, “Gonna let me be the first man to see what you look like when you cum around a cock hm?”

“Oh fuck yes, J… I’m so close,” Your voice was almost unrecognisable to you, moans completely distorting your voice as pleasure moved through every inch of you

“Fucking tell me who you belong to and you can cum baby... Who’s the first man to make you feel this good hm?” He speaks, speeding up as his fingers move to rub softly at your clit, and he only has to hit your spot once more for you to fly over the edge moaning, “You, J…. I’m yours…”

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