I dunno :( too many unfinished fics it breaks my heart :(
Ok so I’ve started something new
if you want me to carry it on let me know!
I know it seems a little slow now but I got plans! enjoy x0x
He was there every day outside the Subway station. Wind, rain…snow….any kind of weather really. He had this beat up old Acoustic guitar with this strap covered in cool patterns. I would watch him for a while in the morning before my train….then he would still be playing by the time I got off my train home. I must look so weird staring at him every day but….It’s one of the only things that gets me excited to go to work in the mornings.
On a particular wet Tuesday Morning, I had change in my pocket. I decided to walk through the hustle and bustle and puddles to drop in my £2 dollars’ worth of change. With my pink umbrella sheltering me from the rain I felt kind of bad for him, standing there soaking wet. The change hit the guitar case and the other coins making that satisfying noise colliding money does. Suddenly he stopped playing and looked up at me. I gripped the handle of my umbrella and stared straight into his swimming pool like eyes.
“Thank you…you make sure you have a lovely day…” I watched his mouth, which was surrounded by a luscious beard move and those words pour from his lips. The black shirt he wore clung to his body, wet from the rain. I held my umbrella over his head, the feeling of the rain soaking my hair and clothes wasn’t pleasant. But the smile on his face made up for it.
“I know you spend every waking moment out here…..but I thought you could use a break….let me buy you some coffee…to make sure you don’t die of hypothermia” he chuckled deeply showing off those cute….but kinda goofy teeth of his. He gathered his money from his case and put the guitar away. I wiped the rain from my face and smiled just as wide back at him. He said that he was going to dry himself in the men’s room of the café we ended up. We bumped into one another on exiting the bathrooms. I followed him to a corner booth and sat opposite him.
“I’m Chris by the way” He stuck out his hand and nodded towards me.
“Y/N” I grabbed it tightly and shook it firmly. He insisted that he pay for the coffee…..I insisted we go Dutch. He hummed under quietly as he watched the young man walk over and take our order. Just two coffees….lots of milk and sugar….this wasn’t a morning for fully bitter beverage.
“I can’t stay long….gotta get back to my spot” He said abruptly. I felt a little disappointed. Was I too forward….I just wanted to give him a break from this shitty weather….I felt off put by this comment and remained silent until the boy returned with our coffee pot and extra milk and sugar.
“You watch me every morning….why did you wait till now to actually give me some money” He poured a heck load of sugar into his drink. I cocked an eyebrow a little distracted from this then sighed.
“I never usually carry change around with me, but I had to buy some pens for my work station so I had change….”
“Cool” was all he replied with before blowing into his mug. Silence fell again. This wasn’t quite how I pictured this…..maybe he was put off by me…..maybe he thought I was just pitying him.
“Do you live near by?”
“Greenpoint…how about you?”
“Not really….” He looked away and stood up.
“What did I say?” I stood up too…..a little surprised at my actions…
“It’s…..nothing you said….Just…..no one has ever offered me a drink or…..sheltered me from the rain….it just threw me off a little….I’m just so used to everyone being cold……in this city people don’t…..do that….”He picked up his guitar case and pulled out some money from his pocket and placed it down.
“Doesn’t mean you have to be so cold….I guess I’m one of the good people out there” He looked down at me and chewed his lip and knelt down in front of me. I noticed the sun was coming out from the clouds outside. I gave him my umbrella.
“You’re going to need that if it rains again, don’t want you getting a cold now” I kissed his cheek and moved him out of the way to leave.
“Y/N” I froze and clutched my bag close to me.
“I’m sorry just…..I really don’t know how to act in these situations….pretty girls offering me pink umbrella and coffee…..feels like I’m some indie love story” I turned around laughing out loud, a little flattered that he thought I was pretty.
“Right so next time I’ll just bring you a pretzel and a beer” He laughed and sighed.
“That would be nice…..or I could do something for you….and yes I can afford it”
“I didn’t say anything” I held my hands up and looked at my watched. I was late….again. I rushed back over to Chris and passed him my work card.
“It has my Cell on it…..despite the awkwardness and the fact you….got offended? Maybe?…I really wanna see you again” He took it from me and ran his thumb over it.
“That would be great….maybe he could leave the cheek kissing till the second….third time we meet hey” He took my hand and shook it.
“It’s been a pleasure Y/N”
“Likewise” I said my cheeks burning red. I rushed out of the café and ran to make the train……
this new one is pretty darn hot though you gotta agree!
COME ON PEOPLE WRITE SOME SMUTTY ONE SHOT FOR US WE ARE DYIN OF THIRST OVER HERE!!
sorry guys I’ve been majorly Ill
but thank god the other admin has been running things
I’m back though baby
Im waiting on those myself I assume the authors have been busy, it sucks that its been a bit dead recently but I’ll get it going again :)
thank for about LOML btw :)
dont im dead friends bYEEBYE -hannah
SAME!! where is every1 send some imagines!! one shots!! SMUT!!! plz! -hannah
sorry to cop out a little but I’m really not sure how to finish it…
I’m gonna work on a new fic asap….
I leant over the bridge dropping flower petals into the water. My mind was troubled….Chris stood next to me kissing my head softly.
“Do you want some ice cream?” I shook my head and looked up at him. When I looked up at him, it didn’t feel….right. I frowned at him and sighed.
“What’s wrong baby” He stroked my face with the back of his hand. I grabbed it and kissed it smiling.
“I’m fine…..promise” We went straight back to the hotel and I sat on the end of the bed watching T.V playing with my hair. I looked over to him as he was playing on his phone…..silence. Was this it, just kinky sex….splashing cash….He winked at me and went into the bathroom. I rushed over to the desk and began to write.
No words can express how grateful I am for all the things you’ve done for me
Bought me, all the feelings I’ve felt, and that’s the problem. I think I’m falling for you.
You couldn’t love me…..I’m just a prop in your kink….and I was ok with it…Until someone made me realise that I’m just a kid….like I said…you couldn’t love a kid right.
I hope you understand.
“Chris I’m just going out for a smoke….” I whimpered….as I began to hastily pack my bags. I could hear the shower start. I left the shoes..pearls….dress….I couldn’t have this. I rushed out and ran down to the front of the hotel. Tears streaming down my face I hailed a cab to take me home….I chewed my lip as I begged the driver to go as fast as possible. I turned my phone off and walked through the door of my home. I dropped my bag and walked into the kitchen while Mom was smoking.
“What you doing home already?”
“I’m feeling a little icky…I think I’m just gonna go straight to bed….” I kissed her cheek and rushed to my room….I cried…a lot…I felt…stupid, immature…just completely ridiculous. I needed a cigarette….I grabbed a hidden packet from under my bed and I rushed out to the front steps. I slumped down and stuck a smoke in my mouth. I looked down at my black screen, wondering whether or not to turn it on…. I slipped my hand in my pocket frantically looking for a lighter.
“Need a light” I looked up and saw Chris standing there with his Zippo a light. He brought it down to my cigarette.
Oh fuck. I exhaled and looked away. He knelt down in front of me…I still didn’t look at him.
“Do you really want this?” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked down at my feet. I shrugged. “Because if you do….you should have just said, I’ll never force you to do anything Bella” I took a deep drag on the smoke and rubbed my sore eyes.
“Chris….” I whimpered his name as he cupped my face and kissed my cheek. I smiled at him and got rid of the butt of my smoke and took his hands and sighed.
“Baby….I’m sorry if made you feel…pressured…uncomfortable….I really like you Bella….”
“I really like you too….”
Ok no problem I’m back from work so I will sort is out ASAP! Sorry again :(
Urm which one? All of them? All of the updated ones?
updated the directory yo!
I will finish the LOML fic tomorrow hopefully if I get out of work on time, I’ve started another fic so hopefully that will be ready by the weekend :)
love you guys!
Sure gosh I’m sorry I haven’t done it yet duh!! Sorry
His large calloused hands encircle my wrists, pinning me down to the soft mattress. My legs flail playfully as a giggle escapes my lips. His lips form into a sly smile, his ruffled brown hair hanging down over his forehead. He leans down and kisses my lips passionately, as if he hasn’t kissed me in years.
“You’re a nuisance.” I joke, breathlessly. I struggle under his grip but he just presses down further. “Seriously Chris, this isn’t fair!” I wriggle under him again and he plants another kiss, just as affectionate as the first.
“Life isn’t fair. Now….” he breathes into my ear. “What am I going to do with you?” He bites his lip and looks deep into my eyes. “Should I kiss you here?” he asks, licking my neck. “Or here?” he repeats, biting my nipple through my soft cotton t-shirt, never taking his eyes off mine. “How about here?” he asks, removing his hand from my wrists and snaking it down to my panties.
I take this opportunity to regain dominance, pinching his side hard and rolling over on top of him as he lets out a loud squeal. I take his wrists in my small hands and pin them above his head, straddling his hips.
“Now, what am I going to do with you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Whatever you want.”
“Should I kiss you here?” I question, nibbling at his exposed bicep. “Or here?” I ask again, peppering kisses down his happy trail. He sucks in his breath as my lips drag down to the top of his boxers. “I think we have a winner.”
I’m about to pull of his boxers when we hear wailing coming from down the hall.
“Shit.” I whisper, rolling off Chris’ lap. This is the first time in god knows how many months that either of us has had the time and the appetite for anything more than a quick hookup, so of course, with our luck, our new baby girl would cut it short. “I’ll get her. She probably just needs to be changed.” I say, reaching for my robe.
“It’s alright, babe. I’ll handle it.” Chris replies, pulling me back to bed. “Just wait for me, ok? I’ll be quick.” He plants a kiss on my forehead and heads down the hallway.
He opens the door to Lillian’s bedroom, her cries growing louder. She looks exactly like him, with soft brown hair and gorgeous green eyes, swaddled in a custom new jersey nets onesie.
“Come on, come here. Come see daddy.” he coos, picking her up from her crib. “Don’t cry baby. Daddy hates to see his big girl cry.” He places her down on her changing table and gets to work. “My, my, Lily. You’re getting so big. My big 5 month old baby!” he says softly, buttoning her back up into her pajamas.
He picks her back up and takes a seat in the rocking chair perched next to her crib. He begins humming a lullaby under his breath, soothing our baby back to sleep. He whispers an occasional “it’s alright, princess. go to sleep,” when she stirs in his arms. It’s her favourite thing to do, lying on her father’s chest, right over his heart. “I love you, Lillian” he whispers, placing her back into her crib when she’s finally asleep.
He returns to our bedroom, only to find me asleep on his side of the bed. He lets out a tired sigh and flicks off the light, walking over to the vacant side of the bed. He snakes his arm around my waist, pressing his chest into my back. His nose nudges the back of my neck and i can feel his smile against my skin.
“Thanks for keeping my spot warm.”