Kissing-Tuesday

Some cute romantic-cliché questions :)
  • Coffee Shop: How do you take your coffee?
  • Train Station: Where do you want to travel?
  • Picnic in the Park: Do you enjoy people watching?
  • Kiss Under the Rain: What sounds help you sleep?
  • Butterflies: What unique thing would you/do you enjoy in a partner?
  • Snow Angels: What's your favorite kind of weather?
  • Bed & Breakfast: What do you like to do on Tuesdays?
  • Kiss at the Door: When you hold hands, do you interlock fingers? Swing your arms?
  • Bowling: Do you laugh loudly or giggle more?
  • Chocolates: What's your favorite kind of sweet thing?
  • Roses: Do you blush easily?
  • Cheesy Pick-Up Lines: Are you more of a comic or a romantic?
  • Candlelight: What romantic cliché do you wish for most?
First Kisses

Their first kiss wasn’t spectacular. No one stood in the background, waiting to light off fireworks while hordes of people cheered and applauded. There was no performance at all, really.

The fact of the matter is that their first kiss was on a Tuesday night, and Draco was making Harry stay up with him to study for a Defense Against the Dark Arts exam they had the next morning. They were the only ones in the common room. But Harry looked at the clock and realized it wasn’t Tuesday night anymore, it was actually Wednesday morning, and somehow during their studying they’d slumped over onto each other, eyelids weighed down with sleep. The fire had all but burned out, the glowing coals casting a dim orange light across the two boys on the overstuffed sofa…

It wasn’t spectacular. They just sort of… fell together, I suppose, melting into each other, and Harry wasn’t sure where his mouth ended and Draco’s began anymore. He kept falling. Harry hoped he’d never hit the ground.


Their first kiss was in the rain after Harry and Draco were both shit-faced drunk, stumbling out of the bar while still swaying in time to the pumping music inside. Harry’s glasses were askew, and his cheeks were flushed, and god, his pupils were so dilated… Draco had intended on mapping out every corner of Harry’s face so he could remember it later when he went home alone like usual, but when he straightened Harry’s glasses for him, his hands lingered against his cheeks, thumbs tracing Harry’s lips. Their foreheads pressed together. He could feel Harry’s breath against his mouth and when he finally closed the remaining space between them, Harry’s wand shot out sparks and singed Draco’s coat. If you weren’t looking closely as you walked past them in the dark, you’d think it was one cloaked figure, standing very still outside the crowded bar.

Draco didn’t go home alone ever again after that night.


Their first kiss was in the eighth-year common room, surrounded by friends who had all had far too much firewhiskey to drink. It was Harry’s turn, and his face was already beet red. He wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or from what was about to happen, but he wasn’t sure that mattered right now. He spun the bottle as hard as it would go. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and the bottle just kept going… There was no way there wasn’t magic involved in how long it took it to stop spinning. Maybe he was so drunk, it had stopped spinning hours ago and he just hadn’t noticed.

The room went silent.

Harry was particularly aware of the fact that there was a floor beneath him, and something else underneath, and he felt entirely too heavy to hold up. He looked at who the bottle pointed towards and wished the floorboards would give way to send him plummeting into whatever room was beneath them.

And Ron was assuring him that no, if he really didn’t want to, he didn’t have to do it, but Pansy started chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and made everyone else join in. Hell, even Hermione was pumping her fists and chanting, and all of the blood in Harry’s body rushed to his head. He was most definitely a deep shade of scarlet now.

He looked up from his lap, though, and inches in front of him was the one person he never thought he’d touch in a way that wasn’t with malintent, and his eyes were already closed.

Draco tasted like peppermint and booze. The first time, at least.


Their first kiss was full of fire and anger and sweat, and they were seventeen. There was no one left in the showers after Slytherin lost another Quidditch match to Gryffindor, and Draco was convinced Harry had cheated. He’d almost had the snitch. He could have beat him for the first time in his life. Draco punched first, hitting the hard brick wall and bloodying his knuckles when Harry ducked out of the way. Harry’s face was covered in dirt and neither of them had much in the way of a hairstyle after playing out in a rainstorm for several hours. But Draco couldn’t think about Harry’s unkempt hair or muddy face right now, because somehow Harry had pinned him up against the wall, breathing hard and muttering something about how Draco should think very hard about what he did next…

Harry had hickeys landscaped across his chest for days.


Their first kiss was confusing for both of them. Of course Snape had paired them together for potions again, and Harry was prepared to sit back and let Draco do all the work again, but they were being watched so Draco thrust into Harry’s arms some things to chop up that had nothing to do with what they were brewing. Harry was getting a Dreadful in this class and he wasn’t sure how he was going to finish school if he flunked out.

“I’ll help you,” Draco mumbled, and Harry became aware that he had somehow managed to say all of this out loud.

“You’ll what?” asked Harry, dumbfounded.

“I said I’ll help you, you git,” Draco sneered, “McGonagall wants me to do something for the less fortunate because it might help me get a job when we get out of here.”

So Harry agreed, and for two hours on Saturday nights Harry and Draco had a scheduled slot of time to argue study. They’d never spent time alone together though, at least not for this long, and Harry began to notice little things about Draco. Like how when Draco was thinking hard about something, he flossed his hands through his hair, pulling it all off of his forehead and accentuating his widow’s peak. He looked like a blond vampire like that. It was a good look on him.

“What did you just say?” questioned Draco, one eyebrow raised. Harry had thought out loud again. Shit. He tried to think of something to cover up what he’d just said, but it was all out in the open now. He couldn’t backtrack on something like that. Draco looked beyond pleased with himself, and Harry felt his jaw clench. That git.

God, Draco got under his skin, but here, in the empty potions classroom, alone, he looked…

God.

He got under his skin so much that skin was all Harry could think about now. Draco’s skin. It was softer than he’d ever imagined. And his lips were another story.


And that’s what I love about fanfiction. The fact that we can write into existence hundreds of first kiss, each one unique in it’s own way, but each one dripping with more magic than anything you can cast with your wand. Each one the jumping off point for an infinite universe of stories, love, heartbreak, and laughter. So here’s to beginnings. Here’s to more first kisses.


Thank you @parkkate for reminding me of the post I made a few months ago that fell along this line! I figured I’d have at it once again like I did with the other post I made yesterday since I don’t really remember anything I wrote last time! 

the life and times of chloe bourgeois

i.

The rules of the Bee Miraculous are simple:

        1. Your job is to protect the hive and ensure its survival. You’re the queen, the worker, and the drone.

        2. Bees give chase; they never run away.

        3. Remember that your stinger is lethal—to both you and your enemies.

Chloe promises to keep them in mind when she gets the Miraculous, but like most promises in her life, they tend to get broken.


ii.

Chloe often wonders who decided that she was deserving enough to receive the Bee Miraculous. Pollen tells her time and time again that it doesn’t matter—once you’re Chosen, nothing can change that save for dire circumstances. Having created a good percentage of Paris’s akumas, Chloe is sure she’s come close to “dire circumstances” before, but her kwami simply shakes her head and insists that Chloe is worrying for nothing.

“You were chosen for a reason,” Pollen tells her one late evening as she stands on the room of her father’s hotel, staring out over the lit Paris skyline. “You need to stop concerning yourself over what it is and work on living up to it.”

Chloe still wonders.


iii.

Meeting Ladybug and Chat Noir for the first time is a whirlwind of luck and destruction.

Chat Noir narrows his eyes the moment she whizzes into battle, knocking the akuma off the Eiffel Tower, like he’s trying to see right through her. The spark that lights up in his eyes tells her that he might have found something she doesn’t even know she was hiding. In the months following that first battle, she’ll wonder what he saw that night that told him she could be trusted, that let him believe they were meant to be friends.

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anonymous asked:

IM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW IF YOURE TAKING PROMPTS BUT I CANT WRITE FOR SHIT AND ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS LB KISSING CHAT AND THE SECOND MARI GETS HOME HER NOW MAYBE MORE THAN A BRO CHAT FUCKING SWAN DIVES THROUGH THE TRAP DOOR JUST SCREAMING "BRO BRO BRO BRO BRO" AND THEN YELLING/EXPLAINING TO A FURIOUSLY BLUSHING MARI THE EXACT DETAILS OF THE KISS

yes, hello, thank you for this prompt and sorry about my disbelief last night lmao

Being Ladybug meant she had to think things through. Be smart. Rational. Never make an impulsive decision. 

But she was also Marinette, and she did lots of impulsive things from stealing phones to jumping into a dinosaur’s mouth to kissing her partner one Tuesday night. 

She hadn’t meant do it, but how could she not get lost in the moment with the stars twinkling above them, his eyes shining just as brightly as he gazed at her and his laugh echoing through the air as a result of some lame joke she had told?

Before she realized it, she was leaning in, her gloved thumb running over the skin beneath his mask as her lips captured his. 

It was wonderful. It was sweet. It was perfect.

It was also a huge mistake, which is why she shoved him away about three seconds later and sputtered out, “I gotta go home right now immediately” before running away as fast as possibly as she could.

She had plans to spend the night under her covers, screaming and shoving cookies in her mouth while ignoring Tikki’s words of comfort, but she had barely dove into her bedroom, transformation undone, when Chat Noir burst through the sky roof.

“Marinette, holy shit!”

She screamed, totally off guard.

“Yup! Marinette, that’s me!” She said once she confirmed that, yes, she was Marinette and not Ladybug right now. Because that would have opened up a whole other can of worms she wasn’t ready to face.

Luckily, her partner seemed oblivious to her odd behavior as he collapsed on the chaise. 

“Marinette, Marinette….” He struggled to catch his breath, and she wondered how fast he must have run to come here. “You’ll never guess what just happened. Ladybug kissed me. Me! She kissed me. Oh, shit. She kissed me!”

Chat pulled his knees to his chest, cheeks flushed pink, as he giggled. It was utterly adorable, and she just wanted to-

No, no! Bad Marinette! Kissing him was exactly what got her into this mess in the first place. 

“Congratulations,” she managed to say, which was a miracle because what she really wanted to say was “Maybe you should kiss me again” which would not have ended well. Maybe. 

Chat grinned at her. “I don’t know what happened tonight…it was just perfect, you know? We were just sitting there, laughing about I don’t even know what, and god, she looked so beautiful - even more than usual - and she just…”

“Kissed you?” Marinette finished, unable to stop herself from smiling. To know she had this effect on her kitty almost made her forget about-

“Yeah,” he murmured, tucking his chin in between his knees as he glanced out the window, as if hoping his partner was right outside.

Well, she was closer than he thought.

“You…really love her, huh?” Marinette asked softly, recalling all those late night talks over hot chocolate and croissants. How his features softened, how his eyes lit up, how nothing could shake him when he talked about her. How he swore that the girl behind the mask was every bit as wonderful as the girl wearing it.

“More than anyone I’ve ever known,” replied Chat. “The only one that could come close is-”

His eyes drifted to her, and her breath hitched.

“Well then…” She murmured, cautiously approaching him until she was right in front of him. “You should tell her.”

“You think so?” Chat sunk down a bit. “What if…what if she says it was a mistake? What if I’m-”

“It wasn’t a mistake, Chat Noir,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t regret kissing you tonight, kitty.”

Chat Noir smiled briefly, before her words sunk in and he turned to look at her so fast she was afraid he suffered whiplash. 

“Wha-?”

Marinette simply smiled, moving her hair back and revealing the earrings she wore. 

“For the record,” she whispered, “I love you too.”

just acting, right?

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: au !highschool where you get cast as sandy and lin gets cast as danny and you guys have to kiss lol cooties

warnings: lots of fluff, i don’t think i swore ??

words: 2,269

a/n: !!! i love drama kids so much and i’m sorry if this like offends any of you!! i really hope you like this one bc i’m super very really extra proud of this and idek why but okay i love u all pls lemme know what you think ok goodnight xo



You and Maria were standing up against you locker. Maria was telling you about some new jeans she had bought and you were “listening.” Honestly, you were just looking at him. Not creepily - just, you know. It was Lin

Lin was talking to his friend Anthony, eyes flashing towards you every few moments. You blushed when your eyes made contact, looking down to your feet. 

“Are you listening to me?” Maria sighed, her words drenched in sarcasm.  

You scrambled for an excuse but sighed, “’M sorry. I just -”

“Hey, Y/N,” Lin said, interrupting you with easy grace. 

You took a breath, Maria quickly filling your void, “Hey, Lin. Are you auditioning for the play?" 

Lin smiled, nodding, "How about you?”

Maria put a sweet grin on her face, “Yeah. Y/N is going out for Sandy,” she put her hand to her mouth like she was telling a secret, “But she’ll deny it if you ask." 

Lin laughed when you scoffed, "I’m sure you’ll get it, what about you Maria? Rizzo?”

“You you suggesting something, Mr. Miranda?” She teased easily. 

Lin laughed and put his hands up in surrender, “I’ll see you ladies in there,” his eyes were bright, “Bye, Y/N.”

You forced a smile, groaning as he walked away. 

“I’m such an idiot,” you sighed, banging your head on the locker next to yours.  

“You’re not an idiot,” Maria said, pulling your shoulder back, “You just need a little more confidence around him.”

“And how does that happen?”

Maria giggled, “I don’t know! He’s a senior. In drama. It’s not like he’s that intimidating.”

“He’s popular,” you shrugged, slamming your locker and started walking to homeroom. 

“See you for auditions!” Maria winked, tossing some hair over her shoulder before walking the other way. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?


Auditions came quicker than you expected, and casting even sooner. So when Maria came over, eyes bright and smile big, you almost didn’t comprehend what she was saying. 

“You got Sandy!”

Well, you understood that. What you missed was, “And Lin is Danny!”


You felt comfortable, excited even. Maybe a little guilty towards the few senior girls who didn’t get the lead. And here you were as a junior playing Sandy. Still, that guilt faded when Lin gave you a hug on the first day of rehearsals, telling you how proud he was of you. 

The first day of practice was just a script run through. You hadn’t seen Grease in a while, so it was a much needed refresher. 

However, you reached some of the last few pages, and you saw the words: 

They kiss.

Then a few lines down?

Danny kisses Sandy more passionately.

You coughed awkwardly, blushing when Lin shot you a sheepish smile. In place of it for now, Lin blew you a kiss from three seats down. 

You let out an airy laugh, embarrassed a little. You should be happy about this, right? You crush is going to kiss you - twice. You should be happy. You are happy. Right?


Rehearsals continued for about a month before Alex came up at the end of a Friday. 

“Hey, Y/N, can you hold up a minute after?" 

"Ugh, yeah,” you said, putting your bag down. You wrapped a gray sweater around your body. 

“Hey,” a voice said, making you jump. Lin.

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No it’s, it’s fine.” At the sight of him, a smile rose on your face without permission. 

Lin opened his mouth to say something more, taking a step closer to you when he was interrupted. 

“Good, both of you are here.” Alex said, clasping his hands together, “So, I want to run the kiss on Tuesday, okay?”

You and Lin exchanged a look, both of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Lin raised his eyebrows at you, as if asking for permission. 

“Sure,” you said as confidently as possible. Still, you’re nearly positive your voice broke.


Monday night, Maria came over. She had gotten Rizzo and told her mom she was “running lines” wth you. In reality, she was trying to calm your anxiety. 

“Maria, I’ve never kissed a guy - what am I going to do? What if I’m a bad kisser? What if my breath smells bad? What if he never wants to kiss me again? Oh my gosh. I’m gonna kiss Lin - oh shit. Oh my gosh. I can’t kiss Lin! I - ”

“Y/N! Stop! You need to chill out. You’re making a track.”

You looked down to see where you were pacing, and sure enough, you had created a flat in the carpet. You sighed and flopped down on the bed. 

“What am I going to do?”

Maria looked to you on her side, “Didn’t you kiss that guy Jack? Just do the same thing!”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “We were like, eleven. It doesn’t count.”

Maria shrugged, “You’re gonna be fine. You just have to chill out.”


Tuesday morning rolled around and you were a zombie through all of your classes. Maria was a little nervous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were constantly replaying all the times you had run this scene and Lin would dip you and Eskimo kiss you or raspberry your cheek and just make you laugh. And now the thought of being near him made you as sick as it did a month ago at your locker.

Lin came up to you before rehearsal, biting his lips and practically bouncing.

“You sure you’re okay with this? I can talk to Alex and see if -”

“Yeah, it’s totally cool.” No, I’m a mess, you thought. “It’s just acting, right?” Wrong, I’ve had a crush on your for three years, you thought.

Something flashed across Lin’s face at that, but it was gone before you could recognize it.

“Cool,” he nodded before skidding away.

The kiss wasn’t until the very end of rehearsal, and for a moment, you thought he was going to postpone it until tomorrow. You checked your watch: 4:09. Practice ended at 4:30, so all you had to do was stall for -

“Y/N! We’re gonna run the kiss scene dry first, okay?” Alex called over. You sighed but nodded feebly. 

Lin was still bouncy, a little smirk on his lip though. 

“Start at the beginning of Act II, scene four, okay?” Alex said, but words were mushed together at this point. Lin was looking at you with bright eyes. Still, you couldn’t avoid the snickers you heard from the senior girls across the room, watching you with beady eyes.

You felt Lin - well, Danny - put his arm around you, signally your cue.

Is this okay?” You tried to sound innocent, like Sandy would.

You dialogue continued for a few more lines.

I should’ve given this to you a long time ago,” Lin said.

Now, you thought. Lin took in a small breath and everything was suddenly in slow motion. His gaze flashed to your lips then back up to your eyes. You flushed your eyes shut, leaning ever so slightly to feel his lips graze yours. You could feel his smile ever so lightly on your mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. It was short and sweet, how the script directed. 

Danny fixes himself before saying, “I really like you Sandy.” Then, with more confidence this time, his lips found yours again. His lips moved like a melody over your own harmony. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him in the prop car. You savored the kiss for a second longer before pulling away.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to -” you paused when you heard the giggles of the girls in the black box, your cheeks immediately flushing red. Lin took notice of this, picking up where you had left off.

What’s the matter?” You couldn’t tell if it was Danny asking or Lin, so you rolled with the script despite the break in your heart. 

Why would he ever like you? He’s a senior. A popular senior. Lin wants a girl like them - popular, pretty, good at acting. Not you. Besides, it’s not like this was anything more than acting. 

So that night, before you left, when Lin asked if everything was alright?

You ignored him.


You only ran the kiss once more before the show during dress rehearsals. Lin was calm and collected through the entire thing, while you nearly got sick every time someone mentioned the show at all. 

The girls had gotten worse. You could feel their glare during every scene you had onstage. Still, you tried to block it out. One more week, and then this is all over.

It was around seven o’clock the day before opening night, and you were the last one in the theater. You were walking yourself through some choreography that you already knew by heart - you practically did it in your sleep. Humming along to the songs, you marked your dance. 

A crash made you stop. Turning to see who was there, Lin emerged slyly, a pint tint on his cheeks. 

“Hey,” he started. You offered a small wave but went back to marking your choreography.

“Hey,” Lin said again, this time grabbing your arm gently to stop your movements. 

“I’m practicing,” you tried.

“You’ve been practicing for two and a half months. You need to sleep now,” he tried.

You sighed, but nodded and started to pack your bag up.

Walking out of the theater, Lin ran to catch up to you. You were impatient, angry that you let your feelings get in the way and now you couldn’t focus and you were probably going to mess up the show and -

“Y/N?” Lin interrupted your thoughts, worry etched across his face.

You shook your head but started to walk away. Seamlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You gasped when his hand went from his side to your cheek to push some hair behind your ear. 

His eyes flashed to your lips, the same way they did over a month ago on that Friday. You shut your eyes when you felt him close the distance, his soft lips gracing easily over yours, burning like a flame before sharply pulling away. You pointed at him, frustrated.

“Y/N, I -” you held up a hand.

“Just,” you paused, “Ugh!” 

You speed walked back to your car, not even turning on your lights as you skidded out of the parking lot. 


Opening night. 

It was going perfectly. You were beyond excited and even made small talk with a few of the senior girls. Lin tried to talk to you twice, but you would make up lame excuses as to why you had to go; each time leaving Lin sulking.

You had made it halfway through Act II, everything going off without a hitch, when it happened.

It was (obviously) the kiss scene, and Lin was an amazing performer. His lines were sharp and crisp, his attitude perfected, and his everything. He was ridiculously talented, and no one could take that away from him. So when he screwed up a line, you were not expecting it.

The first kiss was sweet, simple. And then it happened.

I really like you, Y/N,” he said, kissing you before he realized what he said. His lips touched yours with the same passion he was directed to but this time with a fire so bright it could burn. This kiss was different; it didn’t feel staged. You pulled away breathless, almost forgetting your line.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to do?” You played, snapping him back into reality. Some of your lipstick had gotten on his mouth. You bit back a smile.

Your heart soared for another five minutes before you caught a senior glaring at you again. Annoyed, you fixed your lipstick and changed into your next costume.

The rest of the play continued, smooth sailing until the final bow. 

Lin held your hand tightly, squeezing before giving leading you forward for one more bow. 

You practically sprinted out of the theater, makeup half off and a pair of sweats thrown on with a teeshirt. You had nearly made it out of the school when he called out.

“Y/N, wait!” He was dressed similarly to you, wearing the Grease shirt you had gotten. 

You turned on your heel to face him, brushing a stray curl off your forehead. 

“You did really well out there,” he smiled.

“Thanks, you too.” You said as you pushed down any feelings you had for him, even ignoring his ‘I really like you, Y/N,’ slip. “See you tomorrow,” you tried, starting to leave.

“Wait!” Lin said, grabbing your hand like he had done just a day before.

“Lin,” you huffed, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you!”

“Tell me you felt something too,” he said immediately. “Tell me that, that - that wasn’t acting. That couldn’t be just acting, right?”

You took in a sharp breath, “But all the girls -”

“Y/N,” Lin laughed. His eyes were wide. He wet his lips before continuing, “You’re the only one I like.”

Your head shot up, “Wait, you like me?”

He took a step forward, a giggle bubbling out of him, “I’ve been flirting with your for months, but thanks for noticing.”

Your surprise was short lived when he took another step forward, lifting your chin with his finger before pressing his lips to yours. 

look out it’s magcretia! magcretia week is here, december 3 through december 9, and we can’t wait! here are your prompts:

sunday: ipre/bureau
monday: sun/moon
tuesday: dates/kisses
wednesday: remember/forget
thursday: magic/might
friday: free day
saturday: AU day

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OUAT Positivity - Kiss Tuesdays - Week One

Might as well start off with the one that started it all:

Originally posted by mrsemmajones

You know … the one time thing

Originally posted by just-be-magnificent

This kiss tho …

It was such a long time coming!

Originally posted by margaeryqueen

Just look at them. The TENSION!!! They had been flirting for an entire season and something about Neverland just made them GO FOR IT!

And they are both SHOOK

Originally posted by bunnykillian

I mean, she has to steady herself before she lets go of him.

Originally posted by bunnykillian

And she needs five minutes to collect herself …

OH MY GOD THIS KISS WAS SO AMAZING!!!

So much passion and pent up sexual chemistry between them. We had patiently waited and what a reward it was!

One more gif ….

Originally posted by quincyfisher

Join the Positivity Project!

GRAYSON DOLAN X READER

New Start 

Request: Please do a grayson imagine where you have a boyfriend but he likes you and then you break up with your boyfriend and then you know he likes you :)

arguing, fluff…                        photo creds @ couplenotes

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Streams of golden light seeped through the large french windows and into the lower level of the rustic cabin. The setting sun sunk gently past green pine trees and the bubbling stream outside, and added a subtle warmth to the living room where you and your friends all sat. You were all stuffed between the squashy couch and the table on the floor, layers of thick blankets acting as your seats around the game of monopoly that you huddled around. It was your family’s vacation home, but you’d invited your friends on a winding road trip to visit for the weekend, and now, it was your last night here, and you celebrated with a classic board game night. 

“We’re out,” you sighed in defeat, throwing your metallic game piece across the room.

“Mmm,” said your boyfriend, vacantly giving you a wave of his hand but keeping his eyes to his lit up phone.

You coughed lightly and forced a smile, “Um, James, babe, want me to grab you anything to drink?”

But he was so absorbed in whatever was on his screen that he didn’t bother to answer.

“Anyone else?” you offered lightly.

“Ooh, tea pretty please,” your friend Amber smiled.

“Make that two!” Violet perked up.

“Sure thing,” you grinned, already heading for the kitchen. You walked around the island counter, filling the kettle with water and listening to the sounds of the bubbling liquid heat up as you tried to stay poised. You placed your palms on the cool marble countertop, gnawing your lower lip rather roughly. You raised your head to gaze out of the little open window in front of you, your mind going fuzzy as you focused on the scent of the pine trees.

“Um, hey, (Y/N),” came a voice nervously from across the kitchen.

“Oh, hi, Grayson,” you snapped into reality, turning around and pushing your hair from your eyes.

He wore a black shirt paired with a checkered red flannel and some ripped skinnies. His hair was slightly ruffled,  and his dark eyes glowed from the sunlight.

“What’s wrong?” he asked straight away. “And don’t say nothing,” he said when you opened your mouth. 

“Nothing?” you said softly, your teeth grinding together.

Grayson smiled and shook his head, making his way closer to you and leaning against the marble island. “You’re biting your lips, which is what you do when you’re anxious, now tell me.”

You pursed your lips together, shifting your head to stare at the wooden floorboards.

“It’s…James,” you sighed.

Grayson’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening on the counter, but you didn’t notice.

“When we first started dating, it was new, a-and exciting, he was so sweet, but, now..” you paused. “I don’t know, I’m not a lovesick puppy who needs attention all the time, but it’s like he doesn’t even know me anymore. He comes home late, reeking of alcohol, he flirts with other girls, and well, it’s like everything we had before is-”

“Gone,” Grayson finished for you.

You nodded, meeting his concerned gaze.

“Sometimes his good side still shows through,” you gulped nervously.

“’Sometimes,’ doesn’t sound like boyfriend material,” Grayson stated blankly.

You laughed quietly, “am I a jerk for thinking that?”

“No,” Gray’s lips twitched upwards, “you’re human.”

He outstretched his arms, and you stepped gladly into his warm embrace, his hold around you warm and comforting as you nuzzled gently into the crook of Grayson’s neck, breathing in his cool aroma. He squeezed you lightly and swayed you in his arms.

“Sorry to interrupt,” came a sour voice from the opposite side of the kitchen.

Grayson released you, but didn’t turn around.

“James,” you breathed, offering a smile.

“Well, I hate to bother someone who is clearly making tea,” he said through clenched teeth, his green eyes narrowing.

“I was just-” you began, your temper flaring.

Grayson brushed your fingertips lightly with his own, mouthing, ‘don’t.’

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, regaining your composure, “do you want some?” you asked James.

“No,” he snarled lightly, “ I want to know why this guy has his hands on my girlfriend.”

“It was a hug!” you laughed in disbelief, “Are you really mad at me for hugging someone?!”

But you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster as James approached you with urgency, his face coming inches from your own.

“Is this funny to you?” he breathed.

“Dude, lay off,” Grayson finally spoke in warning.

James pulled away slowly, tilting his head and turning to face Gray with a loud scoff. “So, you’re (Y/N)’s little friend?” he spat.

“Yeah, I was at her dinner party from last week, remember? Oh wait, no you don’t, because you bailed on her.” Grayson challenged with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” James said, his eyes darkening.

“I think I’m the only guy in this room who seems to be treating (Y/N) with the respect she deserves,” Grayson said with no hesitation.

James gave Grayson a rough shove, which hardly phased Gray.

“So, you have a thing for my girlfriend?!” he laughed. “You thought you’d steal her away from me, hmm? Well I have news for you, only I get to do the things  that you could only imagine of doing to her-”

“I know you’re cheating on me,” you whispered softly.

A low silence rang out, the only sound being that of your faltered breathing.

“What?” Grayson and James said in sync.

“I know you’ve been seeing someone else,” you spoke a little louder.

James turned his focus to you, “I’m no-”

“Oh please,” you snapped in annoyance, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who you were suddenly so interested in texting all the time. If you’re going to cheat on me, and least be man enough to admit it. And the worst part is that you would dare to come in here and speak down to my friend, and after what you’ve been doing!? Go to hell, James…We’re done.”

“DING!” rang the kettle as you finished.

And with that, the weight that had been resting on your chest was finally lifted, the words you were too scared to previously utter were falling easily off your lips.

You decided a dramatic storm out would be the best way to go, but barely two steps out, James had grabbed you roughly by your wrists.

“Now you listen here,” he began.

“Ah-ow,” you gasped at the feel of his fingernails digging into your flesh, “you’re hurting me.”

“You don’t get to decide when I’m allowed to speak.”

“J-James, it hurts.”

“Listen to me.” He dug harder, so hard that he began to draw blood.

Burning tears came to your eyes, but in one swift movement, James had toppled harshly onto the floor.

You gasped out in pain, rubbing your wrists lightly, and staring at one very pissed off looking Grayson Dolan.

“He deserved it,” Gray snarled, sweeping you into his arms and making his way outside before you could protest.

He led you down the leaf strewn driveway and all the way down to the stream, but you felt so numb and worn out that you didn’t bother feeling guilty about nuzzling into Grayson’s chest, your warm tears soaking into the fabric of his tee.

He placed you softly onto a flat rock on the edge of the water, taking a seat beside you. You sniffed and bent down, washing the blood off your skin in the freezing water. The wind was cool on your skin, the sounds of the bubbling stream relaxing. 

“I’m sorry for dragging you into that,” you mumbled after a few minutes.

“I’m sorry you had to date that pathetic excuse of a human being.”

You plopped back down by Gray, looking up into his stern expression. Grayson stared out at the trees, his hands clasped together in his lap.

“Gray?” you said softly.

He turned his hazel eyes down to yours, “Yeah?”

“Is it…Is it true, what James said? That you have a thing for me?” you gulped, searching Grayson’s features.

Grayson sighed, his eyes lingering on the stones before meeting with yours again, “Yeah, it is.”

“Oh.” You shifted slightly, turning back to the water.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I know that you had enough things to worry about already, but if we’re being honest then-”

You shut him up by grabbing his hand and taking it in your own, keeping your eyes forward as you laced your fingers gently through his.

“Don’t apologize,” you breathed, “you’re right, things are complicated, but all I know is that I really need you here right now.”

“And with you is the only place I want to be,” he smiled softly.

Your lips twitched upwards, “What did I do to deserve you, Grayson Dolan?”

“Exist,” he responded without hesitation.

You laughed quietly, taking the briefest of moments to tug Grayson in by his flannel and bring your lips gently to his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed in the second that you kissed his bronzed skin. You pulled back, running your thumb gently against Grayson’s full lips as he struggled to process your actions. Grayson opened his mouth, but then quickly shut it, deciding instead to pull you into his warm chest. And no words were necessary as you rest there, feeling more happy in this moment than you had in months. 

2017 Positivity FTW

Hey there, OUAT fandom! Feeling confused and anxious about the upcoming season? You might have noticed that I have been … so now seems as good a time as any to focus on some positivity. In my experience the best way to fight bad feelings is to focus on good ones.

Or maybe you are already really excited about the new season and just want to see more positivity on your dash?

Let’s focus on the things we love … this Friday, July 28 marks ten weeks to go until the Season 7 premier … so this year, my Positivity Project is going to focus on theme days! 

How is this going to work?

Every day of the week will have a different theme and in the ten weeks ahead of us let’s celebrate that theme! You can post anything you want pics, gifs, metas, fic, fanart … or just us the gif search to find all the things that you love and post them!

  • Fridays - Friendships - brOTPs if you will … friendship plays such an important role in the show, let’s celebrate the friendships that we love!
  • Saturdays - Villains - So many villains have tried to mess with Storybrooke - what villains did you love … or just love to hate?
  • Sundays - Families - the show has really explored what family means and how flexible the definition can be, tell us which ones warm your heart
  • Mondays - Cast Events - Six seasons and counting have given us lots of different events - conventions, premieres, interviews - let’s get nostalgic for our favorite events!
  • Tuesdays - Kisses - There have been a LOT of kisses on this show but which ones will forever make you weak in the knees?
  • Wednesdays - I see you, Disney - Hidden Mickeys, lines from a song, movie costumes … what was your favorite Disney reference?
  • Thursdays - Hero Moments - Admit it, when the hero gets their big moment on this show it can be incredibly inspiring. What moments had you cheering on your fave?

I’m in need of a big dose of positivity so please, spread the word! I love it when people from all parts of the fandom can get involved! I want to spread the positive vibes as much as I can and leave the negativity in the past.

I’ll be reblogging many of the posts for this project so please use the tag #ouatpositivity17 so I can find them!

I love you

Bughead oneshot about the three words that changed their relationship and how they became a part of their daily lives.

Or

Betty tells Jughead she loves him in front of the gang and they freak out.

Warnings: fluff

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“That’s why I love you Betty.”

“Jughead Jones, I love you.”

In the few weeks since those sentiments, their bond had grown stronger. Those words exchanged between Betty and Jughead more than once in that time. Over breakfast cereal on Saturday mornings when Jughead visited the Coopers. Curled up on Jughead’s couch in FP’s trailer, watching Jughead’s favorite black and white movies. Or waking up from a nap, Jughead’s beanieless hair astrayed and Betty’s face red from her cheek stuck to Jughead’s chest.

The expression took many faces, each had their favorite. Betty often preferred sitting close to Jughead twirling his loose hair that hung in his face. “I love you, don’t ever leave me.” It earned a shocked expression from Jughead. “Never ever Betts.” He would counter kissing her softly. Jughead on the other hand took his admissions when she was cooking him a home cooked meal, or when presenting her outfit to him for a night out. He’d let his eyes travel down her body and back up. “God, I love you.” He’d mumble under his breath. Betty would smile and make her way over to him kissing him. Sometimes words weren’t needed to express how much they loved each other, touches and kisses were enough.

One Tuesday afternoon, Betty and Jughead sat at their usual outside lunch table with their friends. “The Scooby Gang”, “The Breakfast Club” as you will.

Betty sat there nervously bouncing her leg, Jughead’s hand resting on her leg rubbing soothingly with his thumb. Polly had been rushed to the hospital early that morning, her signs of labor became evident and more consistent. Mrs. Cooper had made Betty go to school despite the events of day. Betty had perfect attendance and Alice wouldn’t let it be ruined by Polly’s “unfortunate condition.” Betty was a nervous wreck, waiting for a call from her mother, assuring her Polly and the babies were okay.

Betty’s phone rang out loudly among the soft chatter of her friends. She jumped in her seat flinging her flip phone open. “Hello!?” She (word?) into the phone. “Really? Oh great. Yes yes I’m coming!” She hang up the phone quickly and turned to face Jughead. “She had the babies! I gotta go, I can leave now since the half day counts as me attending.” Betty bounced in her seat excitedly, Jughead smiling at her. “We’ll go on, do you want company?” Betty shook her head, “I’m alright stay here, be a good boy and go to school.” She said chuckling. “But when school’s over, I’d love to have you there.” Betty cooed standing up from her seat. And then their favorite three words came rumbling out of Betty’s mouth and she placed a kiss on his lips. “I love you too Betts.” Jughead murmured back to her. Betty smiled at him and practically skipped away to the office where her mother would meet her.

Jughead let his smirk rest on his face, excited for his bubbling girlfriend and relishing in her words to him. He glanced up from his lunch tray to face a stunned Ronnie, Kevin and Archie. “What?” He asked crumbs falling from his mouth full of burger.

“Did we just see a real live first from Riverdale’s own Romeo and Juliet?” Veronica gushed at him. Jughead chuckled with a shake of his head. “I’ve love Betty for longer than I know. She loves me too.”

“But to say those words Jug… it’s a big deal!” Archie remarked, “Some couples don’t say ‘I love you’ until they’ve been together for months!”

Jughead shrugged as the bell rang. “Me and Betty, we’re soulmates.” He countered simply as he stood up and walked across the campus. The trio were left in shock as they watched him walk away.

As soon as school was finished Jughead jumped into his father’s truck instructing him quickly to drive to the hospital. “Everything okay Jug?”

“Polly had her babies.” Jughead explained quickly. FP nodded and started the car to drive to the hospital. “I gotta be there with Betty. Those babies are my niece and nephew.”

“Woah woah Jug, slow down. You’re not married. They are not your kin.”

“That’s where you’re wrong dad. I love Betty, and those kids and that family. They’re my blood as much as you are.” Jughead sat back in his seat as his dad grew silent. FP knew he was right and he knew that one day they would be his legal family. The timing didn’t it was what was in Jughead’s heart. And Polly’s heart who named Betty and Jughead as her children’s Godparents. Godparents, Aunt and Uncle, two kids who were hopelessly in love. Two kids who would always love each other no matter how many times they said those three little words.

#amedotbomb9 prompts!

June 2017’s bomb prompts have arrived!

For this bomb, I asked you following to send in some suggestions. I got a lot of marriage and flirting related asks, so I created the prompt list based on some steps in a relationship!

Here they are:
Flirting/Pick up lines - (Monday, June 5th )
First Kiss - (Tuesday, June 6th)
First Dance - (Wednesday, June 7th)
“I love you” - (Thursday, June 8th)
Engagement - (Friday, June 9th)
Wedding - (Saturday, June 10th)
Honeymoon - (Sunday, June 11th)

AU’s are totally allowed, especially for this one.
*Please tag all your contributions with the hashtag #amedotbomb9 and or tag me to ensure that I see them.
*You may also submit any bomb-related content to the blog and I will share it!

I’m really looking forward to seeing all of the adorable things you come up with for this one! 
-Iona 

anonymous asked:

Last ep Iris said that she used to think she was the only one who didn't get the Flash, so maybe a fic of Barry showing her just how much of the Flash she gets? :P

omg nonnie, this was probably the most fun I’ve had writing a prompt. Thank you for this AWESOME idea. i reallllly hope you like it. (note – it’s smutty as hell soooo …. YEAH, ENJOY :)

you can also read/save this on AO3.


The thing about words are that they can’t be unsaid; they burrow into the hollow of one’s soul, finding purchase in uncertainty. They twist at and pull and gnarl the strings of it, leaving behind a patchwork web of hurts that just don’t heal right.

Sometimes it feels like the Flash is this guy my boyfriend becomes when he runs off to save other people. Like I’m the only one who doesn’t get the Flash. He felt separate from you.

She’d finished her declaration with the truth — that she loved him, all of him. But there was something … off about Barry, now. Something she couldn’t quite place.

Sure, they were happy enough. Cooking dinners together was still a delight, with him sneaking up behind her to add bits of seasoning or pepper her neck with warm, distracting kisses; their Tuesday movie night was a blast, full of sugar highs from dollar store candy and debates over whether Sam needed to carry Frodo up Mount Doom or not; Wednesday night was full of throaty moans and warm flesh pressed against various surfaces — the kitchen table, couch cushions, cool glass of the patio doors — as Iris’ third orgasm rocked through her, spiraling around Barry’s needy thrusting and harsh breathing.

She’d never known this kind of blissful happiness. But her earlier words lingered between them somehow; they folded themselves into the way he eyed her, green gaze molten with worry.

So on the night of the annual Central City Charity Gala, Iris thought she might ease the tension by inviting him to paint the town with her.

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Shopping Trip - Carter Hart (#8)

Originally posted by antoinebibeau

There wasn’t a prompt for this but I kind of just came up with something and ran with it!  I think it turned out pretty cute and what I would hope shopping with a boyfriend would be like!!! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 792

Request: “Carter Hart imagine?” - @carey-price-stuck

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You opened your eyes, checking your phone to see that it was nine in the morning and rolled over, leaning into your boyfriend.  “Love, guess what day it is!” you chirped, kissing his bare chest.

“Tuesday?” he questioned.

“Well yea, but it’s shopping daaayyyyy!” you eagerly cried out.  You had been bugging Carter for weeks to go shopping with you because he really needed some new clothes.  The boy was cute but he had a really hard time dressing himself sometimes.

“Noooo” he groaned into his pillow, “why did I agree to this?”

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anonymous asked:

i just came in here to scream a little abt how hot frottage is because it seems like u’d appreciate it lol. i feel like it’s srsly underrated, but as someone whos a sexually repressed virgin & isnt keen on penetration, the idea of skin2skin contact & coating ur baes cock with ur wetness is so hhHhh. i’d also like to say i bet taegi would be BIG fans of it. theyd have their big hands all up ur waist & call u their dirty virgin slut while just barely feeling ur pussy,,,bYE :)))))

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Tuesday - Kisses

Originally posted by margaeryqueen

This kiss remains one of my all time favorites. It was just so beautifully shot and with the music atop it as well as Rumple’s voice over… I still get goosebumps when I watch it. THIS was the moment I feel in love with these two idiots. It’s such a pivotal moment for them - Emma allowing herself to open up, even just a tiny bit, and Killian realizing all his hard earned effort to SHOW her he can be trusted/is in this for the long haul. 

OUAT Positivity 2017 - Kisses Tuesday - Week One

Hear the kick drum, that’s my heart right there.
Let the melody run its fingers through your hair,
And my piano will kiss you slow tonight.
And my vocals tickle your ear,
And you almost can feel me here,
And my piano will kiss you slow tonight. (x)

For @tlynnwords Positivity Project

anonymous asked:

Are you still doing blurbs? Would you be opposed to anything like WWII era, preferably in Poland or Germany, with Remus x reader?..if so I'd love you forever, if not I totally understand.

It didn’t feel real. Remus’ deployment was the next morning and the emotions you’d hoped to keep sealed, had come pouring from your eyes. 

Remus held you close to his chest, his arms tight around you as the two of you sat on the edge of your shared bed. He pressed frequent kisses to the top of your head and murmured comforting words. 

“Hey,” he whispered after a moment, “look at me, (Y/N).” 

You wiped your eyes as best you could and glanced up at him. 

“I’m coming home to you,” he promised. “If it’s the last thing I do, love, I swear I’m coming home to you.”

His words almost caused you to burst into another round of tears. Remus was steady like a tree. War was chaos like the sea. Remus was full of promises. War was full of deceit. Remus was kind and good. War was violence and death. War was everything Remus was not and you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him to something so dark. 

“You’ll write to me, won’t you, sweetheart?” he questioned in an attempt to take your mind of your worries. 

You nodded, forcing a small smile.

“Because I’ll write to you. Everyday.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Mondays.” A kiss to your other cheek, “Tuesdays.” A kiss to your forehead, “Wednesdays.” Your nose, “Thursdays.” Your temple, “Fridays.” A kiss to your jawline, “Saturdays.” And finally he reached your lips. “Sundays,” he breathed against them. 

“Promise?” you asked, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Only if you’ll write back,” he teased.

Originally posted by stayinlove

anonymous asked:

College!Hal riding the bus with you everyday so he could have small talk with you even though he lived the opposite way. Then he'd start bringing Hershey kisses to give you for the ride when things would get quiet. One he shows up in his 'city jeans' and his nicest button up shirt with a flower he picked from campus, you smiled as he tucked it behind your ear. "Wheres my kiss?" Youd ask, Hal blushed and leaned forward, kissing your cheek.

awwwwwww

Soft Tuesday™

anonymous asked:

Going to an campout cinema and Spending a chilly night wrapped up in blankets sandwiched between your two favorite super soldier, drinking hot cider or chocolate, snaring snacks and warm kisses with each other and bury your cold nose into Bucky's neck to warm it up when it gets too cold as your favorite movie plays in the background.

and just soft chuckling and hands through hair and just kisses 

Tender Tuesday™