4 u xoxo

anonymous asked:

i know you probably have SO MANY prompts to do because theyre absolutely phenomenal...but when you get the chance could you write your prompt for #46 from Andrew's POV? i think you could do it so well and i would die.

(god… ‘phenomenal’ ur such a sweetheart! I don’t usually like to write the same scene twice so I rlly tried to make it as different as possible outside of dialogue hope it works 4 u xoxo)

Andrew wheels around in the search-light sweep of laser projectors, suddenly aware of his place in the thicket of heat-pressed bodies. He turns his back on Roland and Aaron talking over the bar, Kevin knocking back shots with a regularity that makes him look like he’s on some sort of mechanism.

Neil’s heat is gone from his side. If he’s the buoy that saves Neil from drowning, he’s lost him to the swallowing water again.

He’d had his hand knotted around Neil’s wrist as a security measure, but he’d slipped it. Escape artist, Andrew thinks. Runner.

It would be okay if Roland hadn’t been pouring him free shots for 2 hours, if Andrew hadn’t been indifferently nodding Neil on, privately curious to see what the alcohol might do.

Turns out it mostly flushed his fair cheeks and loosened his hands, made his eyes look curiously like the pupils had detached from the irises. And now he’s wandered off like an untrained dog.

The crowd is a dangerous, forgetful place, and Neil is bad at pretending not to be drunk.

Andrew leaves the bar with a sideways look at Roland. He’s always uneasy when his responsibilities are split like this: Aaron trying to keep up with Kevin’s alcoholic appetite, Nicky long since disappeared onto the dance floor, Neil holding his liquor like a newborn.

He sidesteps a drunken bachelorette conga line, sweeping the room in uneven loops. Drunk people are unpredictable people, and Neil’s slippery on a good day. He can’t spot his familiar auburn head in the throng, and the lights warp and dull his colouring anyway.

He rounds back to Aaron and Kevin, watching them droop and laugh, and then he makes for the bathroom.

He’s just in time to watch Nicky and Neil topple into the bathroom counter, his cousin’s hands displaced from Neil’s narrow waist.

“Why do bad things always happen to me?” Neil says, the hand holding his weight up moving absently over the wall. He’d laugh, if he laughed, at Neil’s dramatic intonation, his body bobbing as if on water, his shoulders unselfconsciously back.

“You’ve got a mouth that gets you into trouble,” he says. Neil almost slips in his haste to turn around, his whole face twisting up even as Nicky has to re-steady him, huffing. Andrew’s chest throbs. “And you can’t hold your liquor.” He wedges his hands under Nicky’s and pops them off of Neil’s body.

Nicky knows better by now than to overstep with neil, and Andrew steps forward to remind him — but Neil stumbles suddenly, Andrew has to sidestep to catch him.

“Were you looking for me?” Neil asks, crowding into Andrew’s space with his breath moist and boozy on his face. He slips his hand up to cup Andrew’s neck, thumbing his pulse like a habit. Andrew watches Nicky so he won’t watch Neil; if the feel of him is too much, the sight of him is always worse. He has to get out of this bathroom.

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© ~Emma Han~

baby, i got a long list of your sins - luke smut [nsfw]

rating: nc-17

summary: after a previous failed attempt at exploring his kinks, luke decides that he wants to try out dirty talking. you discover your boyfriend has quite the dirty (and talented) mouth on him.

word count: ~5.1k

featuring: dirty talk, spanking, mild sub/dom elements, manhandling, etc.

notes: this is for emily and ana because they ruined me about luke thanks

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tactics [josh/tyler]

okay so after a thousand years and countless asks for joshler, ive finally written a 21p fic. this prompt was super cute even though it has the overused ‘fight me’ cliche but idc because it’s a cute ass cliche and i will use it 10 more times in future fics probably 

& thank u anon(s) for ur countless…. encouragements… lmao this one’s 4 u xoxo

The door swings shut and Tyler looks up from his place on Josh’s shitty ikea couch, game controller in hand. Their time off tour has been nice, albeit a little boring, and Tyler has been staying at Josh’s place significantly more than his own. It’s comforting here, and Tyler likes being home when Josh gets back from the studio where he keeps his drum set. Sometimes Tyler will go with him, but most of the time he’ll give Josh his space and stay in the apartment, attempting to get at least a little good at the plethora of video games that Josh has.

Josh gives him a little wave as he sheds his jacket, making his way over and glancing at the television screen.

“How many minutes did you last in the campaign this time?” He teases, toeing off his shoes and plopping on the couch next to Tyler. He smells faintly of sweat, with a hint of musk, and Tyler glances away when Josh nudges his side, says, “Five minutes? Ten?”

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There’s like a couple hundred shows I wanna get round to watching but I just find myself re-watching It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia over and over again. I don’t think my life could get any more exciting right now.