#jill writes

“Oh baby,” Dick’s voice is so low and husky as his lips hover above yours, “Can’t believe he’d ever do that to you. Treating you like garbage when I’ve been in love with you for years, wanting worship you.”

He kisses you like he means it. Deep and slow and all consuming like Dick Grayson always is.

When he pulls away you pant and grip his shirt, “For how long?”

“Since the beginning.”

“We were 12.”

“We were 12. I loved you then. Then we were 16 and you were gone. I thought about you all the time.” His hands play with your shirt until they’re touching the warm skin of your stomach, “You were my first real crush.”

“You were mine.”

“And now?”

Title: we are who we are (when no one’s watching)

written for @zarryzouis

Pairing: Zayn Malik/Harry Styles

Chapter/s: 2 of 3

Word Count: 26,253

Summary: 

“When I worked in an office,” he continues, his voice laced with passion, “me and my colleagues would talk about everything ,” he says, gesturing using his hands. “Movies, who slept with who, tv shows, politics, books... For instance, what have you been reading recently?”

“The Art of War,” Camille volunteers, her nose up in the air.

“Great!” Zayn says encouragingly. “What about the others?”

“I’m re-reading the Harry Potter books.”

“There’s this new John Green Book.”

The volume of the chatter within the office increases and Harry could do nothing but doodle a fox jumping over a lazy dog in his notepad.

“What about you, um, Harry?” he hears someone ask.

His eyes widen in panic at Zayn’s question.

“...I’m in this book club Claire, one of my close colleagues, hosts every week and I don’t read the books she asks us to. Just the summaries at the back...”

Zayn looks at him, a mix of mischief in his eyes. If he weren’t Harry’s super mega big boss, he would've kicked him in the crotch on the spot.

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or, Harry tells a complete stranger all his secrets and he finds out later he’s the CEO for the company he works for.also, a secret relationship AU that no one asked for.

Blurbs of June!

Your hand slides up and down Luca’s broad back as he lays on his side watching tv. The two of you had fallen into a steady routine when Luca got home from work at a normal time. Come home, eat, change into comfy clothes, and climb into bed.

This part is new though. Your hands running up and down his back as you lay behind him. Most of the time he lays behind you or you lay on your backs and you cuddle into his chest. Tonight just felt different though. So here you, laying behind him where you cant really see the tv but you don’t care.

You trace your pointer finger up and down his spine before switching tactics and kneading into his back. Dom makes a little grunt and you immediately pull your hand away.

“Don’t stop…..” Luca murmurs, “It felt really good.”

So you start kneading again as you listen to his little noises of what you can only assume are pleasure.

“Has your back been bothering you? Your hips?” Your ask worriedly, hand still working gently, “Maybe we should make you appointment for a real massage.”

Luca looks over his shoulder and shakes his head, “No no no, not that bad. Just feels good when you do. I’ve been stiff but nothing bad.”

You nod silently and continue your gentle padding at his back.

Dom thinks that this is the most domestic thing he’s ever experienced and he’s in love with the feeling. He’s in love with you. So in love. This feels so different to any other girlfriend he’s had, especially different to every girl he’s ever lived with. Not only do you understand his commitment to swat but you help him. You listen and encourage and you do things like this.

He isn’t sure how long the two of you lay of like that or when your hand stops kneading but he’s still comfortable. He tilts his head back and catches a glimpse of you and his heart soars. Your hands still rest on his back but your face is relaxed and your eyes are closed. Little puffs of air leave your mouth as you snuggle closer to his back.

Hehehehe I turned this into sick!reader after that Frenchie thing you sent me

July Blurbs

“Open wide.” Frenchie holds out the spoon and you crinkle your nose.

“‘M not a child.” But despite your words you open up and let Frenchie feed you a tester of the soup he’s making.

“So? What does it need?”

You smack your lips together dramatically as you try and figure it before sniffling, “Can’t tell…..my taste is all fucked thanks to my-“

You start coughing and Frenchie immediately rubs your back, “Shhh, getting too worked up.”

He adds some more things into the pot and some seasonings before stirring it.

“Leave it to you to make chicken noodle soup complicated.” You wheeze, voice starting to crack after using it too much.

“It’s not complicated, just delicious and good for you and it’ll clear your sinuses.” He hums as serves you a bowl, “Don’t eat it too fast, it’s very hot.”

“I’m still not a -“ you try and argue with him but he shushes you and puts a glass of water in front of you.

You pout but you drink some water and stir the soup, you wished you could smell it. Wished you could taste it better. Frenchie’s food is the best, warm and comforting and so fucking delicious. When you don’t want food you still want Frenchie’s cooking. You haven’t wanted to eat anything in the past day, afraid of puking, and Frenchie couldn’t get to you until today. He’s been fretting over you the whole time he cooked, trying to get you eat anything while he worked but you wouldn’t.

“‘M so glad you’re eating, mon etoile.” Frenchie sighs as you eat a little faster, “I worry about you.”

You try to laugh but you just cough and Frenchie rubs your back again and shakes his head, “Stop that.”

“Would you prefer I don’t talk?”

“I would prefer you eat and rest your voice and let me take care of you.”

You roll your eyes but you can feel yourself heating up and it isn’t just the soup in your belly. Frenchie has a way of making you feel like you’re a teenager, like this is the first time you’ve been loved.

July Blurbs

Jim has sighed at least 4 times since getting back from work, you aren’t even sure if he’s noticed that you’re here. You had picked up El and driven her to Max’s before heading back to the cabin and getting all sexy on Jim’s bed. You had assumed he’d head straight to the bedroom to get changed but you can hear him just sighing from the kitchen.

You get off the bed and wrap a robe around you before peeking out the door and seeing him just gripping the counter and leaning. You push the door open a little more to slide out without alerting him to your movements.

You know this could be dangerous but you wrap your arms around him from behind anyways, leaning your face into his big back. He tenses for a moment but he doesn’t immediately react like you thought he would. Instead he just peers down and sees your little manicured fingers and relaxes.

“Didn’t know you were here.” His voice is gruff and tight and you can hear the tiredness seeping through.

“El wanted to go to Max’s for the night again so I drove her, decided to come back here since we’d be alone.” You whisper and he immediately turns around.

“Sweetheart…..” It pains him to try and get the next words out, he’s never one to turn down sex, especially when you’re the one that’s initiating.

“It’s ok, Jim.” You smile and stand on your tip toes to peck his lips, “It may not be the night I had in mind but I am more than happy to spend to night curled up with you.”

His face relaxes like his body had and he nods, “ya….ya that sounds good.”

You guide him to the bedroom and watch as he changes, changing into one of his oversized shirts and out of the lingerie that was starting to become unbearable. His face softens as he turns around and sees you curled up in his bed and he eases himself in, trying to quiet his ‘old man’ noises as he lays down next to you.

“I love you, Jim.” You whisper, curling into his side and leaning your head on his chest, “Love you so much.”

June Blurbs

“Bab-eeeeeeeee.” Jim’s voice is slurred as he stumbles through the house, “Where’d you goooooooooooo, I need you.”

You chuckle softly as you finish filling up the water bottle, “I’m in the kitchen, darling.”

“Baby! There you are!!!! I thought you had gone home!” Jim’s voice is way too loud for the time, it’s nearly 3 am.

“Jim, I live here, I am home.” You giggle and smooth a hand over his hair, “I was just getting you some water.”

Jim’s brow furrows, “But I live here?”

You smile and stroke his face, “Mhmm, we live here together.”

He gasps excitedly and holds your face between his hands and presses kisses across your face. He starts with your forehead, then your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids, and finally your lips.

“I can’t believe that! Weeeeeeeee live together?” He giggles as he wraps his whole body around you and picks you up.

“Jim!!!!” You squeal as he spins you around, “Don’t do that, you’ll get dizzy.”

And as soon as he puts you he wobbles, “Woah.”

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought, come on. Let’s get you to bed.” You chuckle and grab the water bottle as you put your hand on the small or his back.

“You’re gonna lay with me…….right baby?” He asks softly.