and i love the sound of sheets

“there is something about love
so subtle you can’t always tell it’s there
unless you slide your glasses on
squint, nose pressed up against it, looking

the kind of love where waking up
in a tangle of sheets feels like home,
your hands coming around my waist 
feels like another glide across the ice

you can make an accidental fall
into a hug, a kiss, our goodbyes become
another ‘I’ll always love you’
your exhales manage to sound like my name

but you don’t notice these things
and maybe you would only half-blind,
if you weren’t the one who’s heart skips beats-
you are so in love. we are so in love

and I hope it continues to feel like simple living”

-exhibition pieces || O.L.

I’ve had to remind myself a lot over the last couple days that it’s okay to still love something even when it’s problematic. It’s okay to still cheer for a team and want them to do well when they’re also doing something you hate. You can love them even if you don’t agree with them. Even if you’re angry. Even if they’ve hurt you. It doesn’t make your love less valid, and you are not a bad person for still feeling that love. It certainly doesn’t mean that your love has made you unaware or uncaring of what’s happening.

So, PSA for anyone who’s been struggling with their own feelings as much as I have through the anger and vitriol being spewed from all sides.

Today, I’m going to curl up and thinks of bright lights gleaming on a fresh sheet of ice, and Evgeni Malkin’s smile, and the sound of a goal horn and Party Hard blasting through a crowded arena, because these are still my happy things, and I still love them.

lets-meet-there  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if I could request fics about wonderful Wedding and Honeymoon Adventures? (you're amazing).

Hi! Thanks for all these requests! These fics are so cute!


Wedding Fics


the clavicle-snapped wish by astoryaboutwar, Mature, 6.5k
The sun glints off their twin gold bands, the band strikes up their first dance, and together, they follow each other into the rest of their lives. SO CUTE 

What happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas by Gayson, Teen, 21k
What better place to hold a bachelor part then Vegas! Yuuri and his groomsman: Emil, Minami, Seung Gil, Otabek, and Phichit all embark on the craziest night of their lives thanks to the few connections the best man has within Sin City. LOVE!

Simple Misunderstandings by wine_did_this_to_me, Gen, 2.8k
Yuuri has finally won a gold medal, and when he and Viktor return to Russia, Viktor begins behaving strangely. He asks Yuuri strange questions and forces him to buy a new suit, and takes up discussing color schemes at all hours of the day, and finally, he realizes he might be misunderstanding Viktor’s intentions. Pre-wedding! Thumbs up!

vows by fan_nerd, Gen, 1.1k
The wedding is held on April 12th after Yuuri receives his first gold medal at a major event. I’m totally not sobbing *sobs*

On the Wedding Night of Two Lovebirds by leoji_is_life (pie_stained_trench_coat), Explicit, 3.7k
“Shouldn’t you be dancing with your husband?”
“Mmm, I don’t mind watching.”
“Uh huh.” Phichit raised an eyebrow when Viktor turned to look at him. “Are you sure he doesn’t mind you just watching?” OMG 

How to Be a Good Husband by phoenixwings, Teen, 2.7k
It’s not that he’s having second thoughts about getting married — Victor’s never wanted anything as much in his life as he wants to marry Yuuri, he’d trade all his gold medals and wealth for the privilege of being Yuuri’s husband — but he has no idea how to be a husband. SO CUTE!

We’re Going to Have a Wedding! by rememberednoah, Gen, 17k
After an intense figure skating season, Yuuri and Viktor decide to take a well earned break. Why? Well, there’s the small matter of having to plan their wedding. As the pair relaxes in their rented apartment in the States, they discover just how stressful wedding planning can be. Maybe they should have asked for some help… But this sort of stress can work as a bonding experience, right? Wedding planning fic! I AM ACTUALLY SOBBING I LOVE THIS 

Newlywed Bliss by garbage_dono, Explicit, 1.5k
After the ceremony, Victor and Yuuri celebrate their marriage together. Bottom!Victor!

the warmest part of winter by dadvans, Mature, 8k
The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. So cute, I love the art in it!

One Night to Blow by qwartooty, Teen, 3.2k
in which Yuuri gets drunk, Viktor probably gets a boner, and Phichit finally gives his best man’s speech. BIG THUMBS UP

Wedding Presents by BatMads, Gen, 1.7k
Victor has a wedding present to give Yuri on their honeymoon, and it’s better than anything Yuri could have expected. Lovely one-shot!

5 Hidden Talents of Yuuri Katsuki (And one not so hidden) by Fangirlshrewt97, Gen, 16k
There are only a few days to the Victuuri wedding so all the skaters have joined our favorite couple at Hatsetsu in the days leading up to it. During their stay, they all learn some new things about the Japanese skater that they had previously not known. Love!

Something Borrowed, Something Red by bibliomaniac, Gen, 1.5k
Kenjirou Minami is feeling incredibly #blessed. The wedding from Minami’s point of view! SO CUTE I LOVE

Wedding Night by utlaginn, Explicit, 3.6k
The world may not believe it, but they haven’t yet shared a bed.Yuuri decides that that changes–tonight, of all nights. Smutty and sweet!

sight of the sun by cityboys, Teen, 6.4k
It’s still new, reaching inside himself and finding nothing but love there, and a yearning for life—for the rest of his own life—that’s never been this sort of present before. It’s still new, just like the band on his own ring finger is still a wonder, just like seeing Yuuri’s own band has not stopped giving Victor such a dizzying rush of emotion every time he sees it, days after the wedding. HONEYMOON FIC

Get me to the Church On Time by InsominiacArrest, Teen, 4.1k
Everyone on the big day as Victor and Yuuri prepare to get hitched. CUTEE

honey sweet and slow by alykapedia, Explicit, 2.5k
Viktor wakes not for the first time to the sound of waves, the faintest rustle of sheets, and most importantly, the sound of Yuuri’s steady breathing. I adore this honeymoon fic! 

we’ll call this place our home by perennials, Gen, 2.2k
The Big Day approaches, and Viktor seeks advice from various members of the Katsuki family. I LOVE THIS

Always and Forever (Stay Close to Me-YOIWeek2017) by paxton1976, Mature, 5k
Battling nerves, Yuuri embarks on the greatest journey of his life with Viktor. LOVE!

ao3 klance fic recs

After making my way through most of the klance tag on ao3 I thought I’d share the ones that have stuck the most with me so far. honestly this fandom is a blessing, these authors are a blessing, these dumb space gays are a blessing. so in no particular order, please, have some klance;


Cheeky by rideahorse / a short and sweet oneshot that involves both kissing and incessant bickering, and honestly with this pair, what more could you ask for. rated T.

official summary: Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance’s.It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”

if it takes two by velvetcrowbars / Lance has a confession to make and Keith is a knight in shining armor (sorta). a well written oneshot that Lance is absolutely not going to remember in the morning. rated T.

official summary: After the Sendak attack, Keith and Lance deal with unresolved things. Whatever those might be.“Keith?”“What?” He finally says, safely slipping the piece over Lance’s head with minimal knocking against his temple. He sets the discarded parts on the floor next to the bed.“I have a confession.”

never been kissed by kairiolette / I got a pretty good laugh out of this one, Keith and Lance have a Quality Bonding Moment™ at a local alien burger joint and things may or may not get a little out of hand. not that either of them are really complaining. rated G.

official summary: “You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.”

A Fish And A Bird by Methoxyethane / I loved this fic, adored it to be totally honest. the writing is excellent and the plot is funny while also being meaningful. could alternatively be titled “Keith and Lance take miscommunication to a whole new level and then some”. rated T.

official summary: Lance has a boyfriend. Lance does not realize he has a boyfriend. Keith, understandably, does not react well.

head to head, neck and neck, side by side by kushling / lance actually wins a spar with keith and he is so incredibly baffled that he 100% misses the 5000 implications of keith’s super massive gay crush on him. also, avatar references. definitely worth the read. rated T.

official summary: Lance and Keith both like sparring, Avatar, and each other. They have a hard time admitting it. Pidge makes fun of them. Space swords!!!

Stranded by cyborgtoaster / keith and lance end up being both very cold and very gay, in that order. denial is rampant and i definitely snickered once or twice during this one. rated T.

official summary: On a mission gone wrong, Keith and Lance end up stranded on a barren planet during an unexpected ice storm. Left to their own devices, they have to find a way to keep warm for the night. For once, maybe they can get along and only increase their unresolved feels.

moments of silence by attemptsonwords / really well written and great character capturing. lace is super bi and keith is really really frickin gay, together they both start to put the pieces of their relationship together. rated T.

official summary: Quiet moments between two boys who spend most of their time yelling at the other.

Drive! by wolfgun / set in an earth-centric au, keith has obviously never attended a child safety course in his entire life since he thinks jumping into a strangers car and screaming “Drive!” is an acceptable escape plan. it’s like a sleepover au but better. rated T.

official summary: “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Don’t you know how to drive? With a car like this, you can’t tell me you just love to mosey on down the road like a goddamn geezer,” he taunted. “What is this? Just a bit of daddy’s money and mommy’s rules?”“I’ll show you geezer, mullet-head!"Au Prompt: You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man (except it’s not cops because Lance’s mom would kill him for bringing home a wanted teen)

I’ve got 99 problems and you’re every single one by kitwitt / lace is so deep in denial it’s almost physically painful to witness, keith is so amazingly gay that’s almost physically painful, too. for an explicitly rated fic a majority of the (currently 4/5) chapters are more fluff then smut. well written and witty, keith is a snarky little shit and it’s great. rated explicit.

official summary: “Obviously I’m not gay.” Lance floundered, voice breaking to a higher pitch.
Shiro tilted his head slightly. “But you have a crush on Keith.”

In which Lance fails to mask his attraction to a certain pilot under the ruse of rivalry, and everyone knows but Keith.

Miscommunication and failures by Lance by mikuridaigo / oh man i got a pretty good laugh out of this. collage-student au where Lance fucks up big time and ends up with a seriously pissed off Keith on his ass. literally. rated M.

(it’s Explicit companion piece Disastrophe (I like it rough) is also absolutely worth the read if you’re looking for that kind of thing.)

official summary: When Hunk called the Sunday before the spring quarter began, asking if he wanted to grab brunch with him, Lance said yes; and when Hunk called again, saying that his friend was joining at the last second, Lance didn’t think anything of it.Until said friend was the best sex he’s ever had.Basically Lance is a screw up and fixing this mess was probably going to kill him.


I could absolutely keep going and going and going (and going) because there are so many great klance fics floating around out there. I definitely encourage you to root around in the tag for yourself if you haven’t already. huge shout out to all the voltron fanfiction writers out there, every single one of you are in my heart. every. single. one. 

thats all for now kids, tune in next time for more Quality Space Gay™ fanfiction recommendations !

i made a playlist for making out
obsessed in what you are all about
from your eyes to your ears
uncovering skin to all fears

imagine how far my heart could leap,
how many beats my heart could skip
move closer and hear its silent scream
come here, to my chest go on and lean

i want to kiss your lips until they turn blue
darling, i will mark and leave the world a clue
from your lips to your neck down to your chest
lie down and let, to my hands leave me the rest

i want to lock your hands against the sheets
hold and caress you as the precious time fleets
keep you down, make you scream until all numb
pouring out my love, i would not leave a crumb

i want to press all of you against mine
let our bodies be one golden shrine
when our souls and pieces finally meet
let them intertwine and dance to one beat

i want to hear you call my name the loudest
savour the sound of your voice, my dearest
every shape your lips could change appearance
our love anew would come into existence

now we wait for the sun to peek from the horizon
in each other’s, we lie awake as the world goes on
after all the rain had showered its radiance on us
carefully carry my heart as i do yours in my arms

M-I-A-M-I (PART 2)

Prompt: Please read Part 1 first. Inspired by Daveed’s Instagram post that made the fandom go wild. Y/N and Daveed are in Miami, and things are about to get hot.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Smut. It’s porn, basically.

A/N: *smokes a cigarette* Shout out to @imaginebeinghamiltrash, @tempfixeliza, and the anons who made sure I wouldn’t abandon this story. Also, @tallish-hobbit  here ya go. Ready to sin? Lehggo.

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If You Stayed

Peter Parker x Reader

Prompts:
“I love your freckles.” “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” “I’d like it if you stayed.”
Or in this case: the truth comes out.

Summary: Peter finally feels like he’s in the right place to tell you what he does. Intimacy helps that along. The first time. And maybe a second. Peter is 19/20ish.

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V  Part VI

Warnings: A lot of very heavy, very obvious insinuation. Listen, I don’t write smut, I write lovin, because let’s be real here guys, that boy would be the sweetest.


As your brain emerged from the foggy, comfortable place of sleep, the first sensation you recognized was that of the light of the sun beaming in through your bedroom window, the warmth of it enveloping your skin. The backs of your eyelids flashing in time with the clouds as they lazily drifted past the sun. Your ears took in the signs of life outside your window: car engines and their various rumblings, the loud pumping siren of horns as one too many motorists signaled their impatience, the chiming bell of a bicycle, the yip of a dog, and the pealing laughter of a woman and child.

Then there was the lovely sound of the steady, familiar breaths being taken by the body next to yours.

You smiled tenderly as the happenings of the last couple of hours played out on the darkened screens of your lids; your memories fresh, your heart light as it floated within your chest.


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BTS Reaction - Caught during makeup sex

After a while without the other, you two finally were able to have sex again.

Namjoon

Let’s get back together..

“I missed you so, baby girl”, Namjoon moaned, his hands roaming around your bouncing breasts. The sex was passionate, all his feelings put in his rather humble attitude during the sex. Namjoon was ready to shoot his load as you two got disturbed by Jin, his plump lips agape. “Oh god, sorry guys. I didn’t know you two made up!” Namjoon and you didn’t care, were in your own world as he pumped into you from underneath to make up for the lost times.

Jin

His tears felt hot on his cheeks as you peppered kisses on his parted lips. He had missed you so much, your touches, your charm and body. Jin wanted to treat you better now, beginning with slowly filling you after the foreplay. But ere he could start to move the door opened.

“Out. Now”, Jin shouted towards Yoongi, his usually calm personality replaced by embarrassment, his hands patting your hips as an apology while filling you to the hilt.

Hoseok

Hoseok and you broke up two weeks ago, but now you stood in front of him, both faces contoured in pain and tears while hugging each other. “I want you so bad”, he just whispered, missing your body that his own ached, he stripped you out of your clothes, taking you immediately before Jimin barged in, a faint smile on his lips at the sight in front of him. “I missed you, y/n. Keep up whatever perverted thing you’re doing.” Hoseok and you just grunted, not even stopping.

Yoongi

Yoongi smacked your ass violently, the sound he loved the most filling his studio as he pounded into you. It was time to make up for the last month as you two broke up, but some things brought you back together. He was intentionally rough today, but his smacks didn’t last long as the door opened, Taehyung lazily entering with a sheet in his hands. “I’m counting to three, Taehyung”, Yoongi never stopped his movements while the other guy hastily closed the door behind him.

Jimin

You clung onto his back, arms sliding down because of the sweat that formed on his back. Jimin and you made up today, the sex intense as if it was your first. You were a moaning, panting mess beneath him, his hips constantly hitting yours as the door to his bedroom opened, Jungkook’s eyes wide with shock and recognition who mewled underneath his friend tracing his eyes. “Fuck, Jungkook”, Jimin moaned, the younger one awkwardly closing the door at the sound of his friend’s aroused voice which filled his red ears.

Taehyung

Taehyung didn’t care where he was as long as he could fill you up. The couch in the middle of the living room was the first thing you occupied after talking about your relationship. Now you rode him, your ass wiggling under his touch as six other guys entered the apartment, one after the other walking into Namjoon who had seen you first.

“Okay, let’s head out again”, he just said quietly, pushing the other five towards the door to not disturb you two who just made up, finally.

Jungkook

Jealousy separated your ways for a while, but after you confessed again, Jungkook was a crying mess, brushing your hair out of your face before falling into your arms. You two made love, his dominant side pushed back as he sensually moved his hips into yours. “I could come right away, baby-”, his voice was stuck at the sight of Hoseok screaming as he found you two on Jungkook’s bed, having intense sex. “Hyung, it’s not for your eyes”, Jungkook glared at his friend, his grip on your hips getting heavier ere he pounded into you, the disturbance fuelling his lust.

rachelhanke  asked:

Hey Charlie! First off, I adore your art. It gives me all the feels. Secondly, since you're primarily a self taught artist I'm wondering if you have any resources you strongly recommend for someone hoping to someday have a similar job to yours in concept art? If you've already answered this question just let me know and I'll comb through your blog to find it!

ESSAY IMPENDING.

I think, along with resources, I’d always recommend having a good idea of what ‘area’ you want to work in too. My job is kind of a strange one (in that it’s an house job but we’re not producing the games or films or actual products.) We are a step in the production line. I get to be part of sweet projects, but also I get to be part of many… I’m not locked into whatever a studio might be making for 2 or 3 years etc. My fingers are in a lotta pies.

The reason I say that is because a lot of people coming into concept will likely need more skills than I have. I am 95% a 2D artist. I work with 3D but very rarely, and not enough to know the inns and outs. I like 2D… and I consider illustration to be the sweetest spot of all the work I do, so I’m quite happy with that balance (and I’m an old fucking curmudgeon and I don’t wanna learn no 3D.)

If you went for a traditional role in a games studio, it will probably be more expected for you to be fluent in 3D. Not always of course! But it’s likely another good skillset to have. Purely 2D (just art focused) roles are not something that I see as often as mutiltasking roles. Which makes a lot of sense. 2D art is often mostly needed at the beginning of a project, and briefly at the end. In my seven years at Atomhawk I’ve seen a lot of people in other studios laid off, and a lot of studios go under. So, multitasking roles mean people will always have something to do.

APOLOGIES. I’M SOUNDING A LITTLE DOOM AND GLOOM. Great jobs exists! People will always make cool stuff!

I’m very much a jack of all trades and my job demands a lot of different things: characters / turn arounds / outfit designs / expression sheets / illustration / marketing art / pitch art / but it’s all primarly focused around characters. So. If characters are what you want - look into that! I would say that when it comes to apply for / getting work etc, we always love to see range. If someone isn’t showing me all the process behind their work it’s likely the first thing I’m going to ask for when it comes to an interview. I think if you have shiny work (on a freelance basis) a client would have enough confidence in the end result. But for a production role like mine, I wanna see that stuff.

Rough sketches through to shiny polished work. The whole lot. I want it all. I want to see people’s thinking! I’m rambling.

First of all: be able to draw well. Know your characters. Know your figures. Know your anatomy enough to make it convincing and be able to twist it when you need to. We get a lot of people who apply, who, quite simply (don’t hate me) are not good enough yet. We have people who work in tons of different styles and methods but at the heart of it, they can draw well.

DESIGN. Mother of god. Design. Drawing well is the first step, but you also have to have that creative flair to be able to come up with ideas and be able to sell them convincingly. Drawing the thing is only half the battle. No one wants a beautifully rendered character wearing the most impractical / boring outfit you’ve ever seen (just an example). Thinking logically about design is something I’ve seen underestimated many times over the years. In fact, I’d go as far as to say it’s more important than someones drawing abilities. When it comes down to it, drawing is just the tool to represent the design.

Resources wise: the internet is your oyster! Cast a wide net. Create the kind of work you want to do but also push yourself. I think the results are usually better when artists find an area they’re good in and the push the boundaries of that. Better than trying to be a jack of every single trade possible. Don’t have an awesome portfolio full of character work and then think ‘oh, wait, this is just characters, maybe I should stick a fucking car in there too?’ YOU KNOW? Do what you do - and do it well.

Briefly just a few of the things that helped me most: any massive black videos you can find. Mostly for process. Jason Chan’s videos easily had the most impact for me, both in learning how to improve my process and painting the kind of characters I wanted to. Micheal Hampton and Mike Mattesi (force) for anatomy and energy in poses. Your peers! Your favourite artists in the industry at the moment! The places and people you will learn the most from are always so very individual.

Shit that was long. Good luck!

PS. It’s also my humble opinion that you should never take all of your advice from just one person - just take the pieces that click for you :)

In Sickness - A Drarry Ficlet

493 words, G rated - EWE - Post-Hogwarts - Established Relationship

Summary: Healers make the worst patients.

In Sickness (Or read on AO3 or FFnet)

“I’m dying.”

Draco looked at the shaking lump under the blankets.

“Touch dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Make it stop.”

Draco sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed. “You just have to ride it out, Harry.”

“Dying.”

Shaking his head, Draco placed his hand on top of the shivering lump, and gave it a pat.

“Do you want another blanket?” he asked, not really knowing what else to offer. He was no good with sick people. That was Harry’s job.

“Get under with me.”

Draco shuddered. He’d tried that, and almost passed out from the heat. Instead, he clambered onto the bed, and lay next to the shivering lump of blankets. It shifted, and Harry peeked over the edge of the sheets. His teeth were chattering.

Draco sighed, and brushed the back of his hand against Harry’s forehead. Still burning.

“Maybe you should go to­—”

“I’m fine!”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Really? I could have sworn you were dying.”

“Fuck off.”

“Language, Potter,” Draco said with a smirk.

Harry made a pathetic groaning sound, and turned to face away from him, pulling the sheets back over his head. He was still shaking.

Draco cast about. He’d had enough water, he’d managed to eat something. Draco didn’t know what else to do. Harry was the Healer, not him. He felt completely useless.

Shuffling closer, he lay behind him, and put his arm over the shivering mass. He could feel the heat through the blanket, and shuddered.

“Just ride it out,” he repeated. The shivering would stop soon enough.

“If you tell me that one more time, I’ll infect you. I swear.”

Draco snorted. He’d heard Healers made bad patients, but this was ridiculous.

“If you want me to leave, I will.”

Harry was silent, and Draco smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

“In sickness and in health, wanker!” Harry snapped. “You leave, I’m divorcing you.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“You are so bloody dramatic when you’re sick,” he muttered. “Why does everyone think I’m the dramatic one?”

“Just make it stop!” Harry moaned.

Draco sighed, and held the overheated, shivering mass tighter. “I would if I could, love. You know that.”

Harry whined.

“Do you want another fever potion?” Draco asked, wincing as he felt himself start to sweat.

“I’ve had the limit today,” Harry said, his voice muffled from the blankets, and shaking.

“Harry, go to—”

“I know how to treat a bloody fever! I’m the bloody Healer! Just shut up and hold me!”

Rolling his eyes, Draco pulled the sheets down a bit, and pressed his hand to Harry’s forehead. Not as hot as he’d been that morning, but still burning.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

Harry made a mumbling sound. He was still shaking, and Draco closed his eyes. He hated seeing him when he was sick, and not just because he was an irritating, overly dramatic git.

“I’m here,” he said softly.

“I’m dying.”

“Oh, for the love of Merlin!”

kiss me with rain on your eyelashes

this fic was inspired by this lovely drawing by @mundanelion ♥ thank you so much for this beautiful piece and for letting me use it as my muse!

this is a mix of show!canon and book!canon when it comes to magnus’ past

tw: non-graphic description of drowning, past trauma

(thank you to my wonderful beta @magnusragnor who, as always, did an amazing job and put up with my anxious self. i love you)

He should have known from the moment he woke up to the sound of Alec moving around the dark room, stubbing his toe against the dresser and muttering curses under his breath, that this wasn’t going to be the best day. The fact that it was still dark and Alec wasn’t laying in bed, under the warm sheets and and wrapped around Magnus should have been a clue.

“Alexander?” he murmured sleepily.

Through half lidded eyes he saw Alec freeze, his silhouette framed by the city lights filtering through the gap in the curtains they forgot to close the night before, a thin ray of ghostly white breaking through the shadows.

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In the Heat of the Moment (M)

Originally, I didn’t write this for a request. But as I went through my list, I realized that it did fit one, so it’s getting posted early! This is for @spiritemofashion, who reblogged my first smut and asked for a Yixing or Kyungsoo smut. I hope it meets your expectations! ^^


Genre: X Reader, smut, werewolf AU (does not relate to Blood for Blood)

Member(s): Yixing 

POV: 2nd Person

Warning(s): Swearing, cringy dirty talk, and of course, it’s smut, so…you know ;)

Summary: Your very lovely boyfriend has been in an unlovely mood lately. I wonder why…?

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


The morning light filtered through the window, giving the room an ethereal glow. Your eyelids fluttered open, but not because of the light, or the chirping of birds outside your window. Not because of your alarm, which isn’t supposed to go off today anyway, since it’s a Sunday. No, you woke up because of a certain someone who was rutting his hips against your behind.

You could hear his soft whimpers, his breathing uneven. You were used to hearing your boyfriend’s snores at this time of the morning, so the fact that he was panting instead was kind of concerning.

Carefully, you tried to turn your body to face him without waking him. It wasn’t an easy task, considering that his arms were coiled around you, holding you in place. You managed to swivel around, his warm breath now tickling your cheeks. His hips continued to buck against you, and you could clearly feel his heated erection, even through the layers of clothes separating your bodies. He let out a low whine, his arms tightening around you and pulling you closer to his chest.

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He doesn’t like to cuddle. He likes to grip my hips and pull the fibers of pink tissue in shreds from my lip with his teeth. He throws his hands in the air like a messiah and leans his head out the open window. easy. breathe. codeine. breeze. We laugh loudly and kiss loudly and moan loudly. He mouths vulgar things that make me giggle in front of our friends. I run my hand along the seam off his tight black jeans beneath the table top. He rolls his eyes and smirks at me. We take every opportunity to touch, to feel, so secretly. So public. Exhibitionist pleasure. We play like children, tousling my hair and I climb on his back. We roll spliff after spliff and talk rapidly and vigorously and trip over each others sentences like a sidewalk crack. He says “us” like it means “amen” and his eyes burn wild with a fire of passion. We get drunk. Off of wine and skin and things we love. His smile erupts across his face like it could shatter his cheekbones. His eyes glimmer like a lake catching the glare of the moonlight. A glint of silver is growing up the side of his hairline. He thinks it makes him look distinguished. I laugh and agree. He loves to be so much older than me. He thinks it makes him wise. We spend a lot of time in hotel rooms with the doors shut. (We spend a lot of time outside of hotel rooms with our mouths shut.) He thinks the Xanax makes the sex last longer and I don’t argue. I always wake up first. I sit at the desk and work quietly and glance at him in the sheets. Vulnerable and quiet. Soft face. Soft sounds. A warm cup of coffee and marmalade light through the windows. We bond over love for our brothers. We fight over where the chord change should go. We tease, oh we tease. He likes clean socks and messy hair and he runs his fingers down my overall straps with a tigers grin. He writes his name in the fog on the mirror from where he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the glass. He loves soul music. We sing confidently and triumphantly. I tap my fingers like spiders legs across his bare chest and undo his buttons one by one. I toss my head back and laugh maniacally and pout my lips when he won’t be fair. He speaks like a pastor and trips over his words, his tongue struggles to meet his brain. That’s how a prodigy thinks. (Or it’s the drugs). He knows when my words are about him and he lets it all go to his head and I don’t care because I love to watch him love himself. We laugh and fuck and play and write and plot and say goodbye and never worry. He is my occasional constant. A parody of himself. A paradox of ever present and transparent. I don’t care what he is.
—  Halsey talking about Matty Healy

I wanna make love to the sound of a beautiful orchestral piece… Can you imagine it? Can you imagine the passion? The softness? The transcendence? Can you imagine the beauty of it all? Turning your own bodies into instruments? Merging the two most enticing forms of ethereal pleasure together… Savour music with your lips, play along with your heart and feel it dissolve at the edge of your skin. Shudder beneath the soft kisses of a mouth led by a light pianissimo, and it’s all gorgeous and it’s romantic and it makes your heart roar ever so slightly alongside that incredible melody. And then there’s a violin solo, or a flute, and their hands show you how the music feels, and it is all in such perfect synchrony that the goosebumps on your skin reflect themselves upon your soul. And suddenly you can barely breathe as the crescendo unfolds itself on your bare body, their hands grow eager, their lips tear you into pieces in such urgency that hunger becomes too small of a word to describe it. Your chest rises and falls in a desperate attempt to keep up with the blast of harmonies that erupt and awaken a part of yourself​ you didn’t know existed. The music is the frenzy before the storm, and so are you. As it sprints higher and faster, it resonates wider and deeper within your core, like an incessant echo between every taste you engulf of them, a vibration of the air around and against your every nerve ending. You cease to have 5 senses, for you intake that experience as a whole, and you don’t know if it’s the music that transports you to another realm of existence, or if it’s a vigorous sequence of exploring touches that overflows your sense of reality. And maybe you’ll never know… But it all builds up inside you, it grows and it growls enough for you to scream and plea aloud. And you’re part of the melody that brings you both undone in the sheets of your own brand new piece, written in shaky breaths and ecstasy. The music settles, guiding your heartbeat into redemption. And you lay there, tracing their skin with your fingertips to the sound of the finishing touches of a piano, long before it’s faded.

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A/N: WOOHOO! Part 4 is here! I will be posting part 5 in a couple hours when I get off of school today! This chapter was supposed to be part 4 and 5 together, but I had to cut in in half cuz Tumblr was like “lol nope!” 😭☹️ I hope y'all like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️ 

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but when he heard shifting sheets and a soft grunt in the other room he paused reading, glancing back over his shoulder towards the bedroom.

“yeah.” it was a gruff, muffled almost growl, but it echoed, the sound bouncing back towards magnus in the living room and immediately his lips pulled up into a smirk. (insp.)

Still in Love

Hi! Hope you’ll enjoy this short one shot. It’s a request based on the song “Somebody that I used to know” by Gotye. It’s only loosely inspired by it though, the song is despite its lyrics rather upbeat while I imagine this story to be set in a sadder atmosphere. 

Plot: H and Y/N used to have a bond until they cut each other out of their lives.

Warnings: None.

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Harry found himself unable to look away. All his eyes could see was me, just as if my frame was the magnet to his attention. It was as though I wasn’t surrounded by a mass of people in a barely lit room and thick, humid air. His gaze was only drawn to me because to him I was illuminated. The air around me glowed. I might as well have stood in an empty room or lain in his bed, his attention couldn’t have been on me any more.

Harry’s jaw tensed. The sweet taste of the soft-drink on his tongue and the loud music blasted through the big speakers would normally have his shoulders relaxed and his body moving along to the rhythm. He would be enjoying his night out with friends and colleagues. But this time he couldn’t.
If anything Harry hadn’t ever been this tense whilst partying before. The tips of his fingers twitched, his lips were raw from his teeth pulling and biting into them and his hair was a mess.

All of which he truly could not understand.
How was Harry’s mind so incapable of finding an escape from the worry and slight fear his body was tormented with? Ever since he’d noticed me singing along to the music and laughing with my head thrown back and dancing in the middle of the floor, his blood had turned to ice and his skin heated.
His eyes followed the movements of my hips swinging, feet jumping and arms raising. The tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth when he noticed my exposed neck and collarbones and his skin prickled.
Harry’s stomach turned with guilt because he really shouldn’t be giving me that kind of attention. I wasn’t his after all. Not even as a friend. Nothing.

Still, if only to make sure I was fine, his pupils continued to follow my every move and they narrowed when he noticed me stumble a little, losing my balance momentarily. It seemed as though I’d had one if not many drinks too much. He moved to get up and come to my aid before his head had even caught up with it to consciously make that decision and before it could tell him not to move.
Harry didn’t know me. Not anymore, for the matter and it was no longer his job to come to my protection either.

And still, his hands reached out to carefully nudge people out of his way and his big feet moved quickly and steady in order to reach me faster. Harry was impatient and he couldn’t have said why.
One of his friends even made the effort to call after him, truly surprised at his sudden movements, but went silent the moment he noticed who it was Harry’s gaze had found. He knew Harry hadn’t heard him, knew there was no reaching him where his head had gone.

There had once been a time when Harry and I would lose ourselves in the other. When the whole room could feel our connection as though an electric energy was caused by it. The house could have erupted into flames, the room flooded by water or the earth broken open - we wouldn’t have noticed. Not when our fingers touched the others skin, if only momentarily. We would have eyes only for the other, words meant for no one else to hear and in truth Harry missed it as much as I longed for those times to come back.

I turned around when I heard him say my name for the first time in over a year. My blood was frozen, my skin light on fire and my heart flattered in my chest as if it tried to fly away. In my hurry and desperation to see him I lost my balance once more and stumbled into his chest rather forcefully. My stomach dropped at the sight of his beautiful features and a smile forced itself onto my lips.

Harry. He visibly hadn’t changed at all and lost nothing of his beauty.

“Harry.” My voice was shaking but fierce, with no doubt in its tone at all.

He chuckled quietly with the softest smile on his face while his hands found my rips to rest on hesitantly. Though his hold was firm, it was a gesture meant to steady me, keep me from falling and getting hurt, but oh if it didn’t weaken my knees even further. And I fell. Metaphorically speaking.

“Hi,” he hummed, his face leant in so his lips were near my ear. I shuddered when his warm breath fanned my skin. His hands brought me closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I replied cheerfully, my arms raising to rest on top of his shoulders with a wide smile. The embarrassment I felt when my voice broke was over quickly and though Harry’s smile told me he’d noticed, it was alright. The kind expression he wore and the alcohol numbing my brain were relaxing me enough to not blush at the uncommon closeness between us.

Maybe the lack of a barrier between us had become something unfamiliar, but when my fingers found the back of his neck and his soft curls to play with, I felt at home. He was truly here, in my arms. The softness of his strands was too addictive to let go of again. I normally wouldn’t have ever dared to be handsy with him, which of course didn’t mean that I didn’t long to be. Touching your ex’s hair and embracing his shoulders after not having seen him in 14 months wasn’t exactly what was considered a great idea, was it?

But Harry wasn’t really any ex. We’d never been an exclusive couple, never went on a date or got around to be introduced to parents. Harry and I were… in the lack of a better word Friends with benefits. It started one night mostly as a half drunken mistake and then continued until our relationship had transformed into something more. We’d hook up occasionally when we were in need for relief, then when we were in need of a shoulder to lean on and then when we were in need to be near each other. Our feelings for each other heightened and grew in strength until when we were in public and somebody asked what we were, neither of us knew what to say anymore. The term friends didn’t suffice, fuck-buddies sounded too meaningless.
So we avoided a label all together which was what had brought us to an end.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, trying to adapt a neutral tone. My brows knitted together and I observed his face closely, wanting to be sure he wouldn’t lie. Harry didn’t drink often, hardly ever got properly drunk. I feared he’d changed since we’d last spoken.

Harry nodded though his gaze darkened. Instinctively my hold on his locks tightened in fear he’d pull away.

“I’m good,” Harry muttered, coming closer once more so he could talk into my ear, “But I’ll be even better if you let me take you home.”

My stomach dropped and I let out a shocked gasp. He flinched when I shifted, almost tumbling once more and frowned at me trying to pull away.

“You sure are forward, aren’t you,” I joked half heartily, my voice doing a poor job at covering up the surprise.

Harry’s eyes widened, his head catching up to what he’d said.

“S'not what I mean!” Harry stressed, “M'not trying- Y/N you know m'not that sleazy. Was a stupid way of phrasing and-”

“Harry,” I laughed, “I know. Didn’t sound like you for a minute so I know you didn’t intend it.”

My hands ran down his shoulders and squeezed his arms. “But why do you want me to come with you?

The green of his orbs sparkled and my gaze dropped to the pink of his pillow lips. "Because I really miss you.”

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His room looked nothing like I remembered. And that saddened me. The soft blue colored sheets, sheets I’d loved to sleep in due to their unbelievable softness had been replaced by plain white ones. Where once the stacks of books we used to read in to one another before falling asleep had been on his nightstand, was now a quartet of scented candles. I frowned and stepped closer. I’d kept up with what he’d been up to and had only rolled my eyes at his newly discovered obsession with candles, but now that I stood right in front of four my fingers twitched.

Orange. Lavender. Hibiscus. Almond.

“Is water okay? I can make you a tea if you want. Think I even got your favorite somewhere.”

Harry stood in the doorway, watching me with a mixed expression I found difficult to read. But I understood. It must have looked as strange to him as it felt for me, given that the last time I’d been in this exact bedroom we’d both been crying our hearts out.

“Water is fine,” I replied with a hesitant smile, “Thank you.”

His feet were slow when he approached me and the invitation to sit on his bed was spoked low. Any confidence Harry had shown back in the bar was lost, just like my bravery was wearing off with the remains of alcohol leaving my system. The more I sobered up, the stranger the whole situation became to me.

“Please, don’t get sick,” Harry requested quietly, whilst helping me sit down on his bed. I could only assume he was reading my pale cheeks and discomfort as a sign of too much alcohol in my blood. “Got new sheets.”

“I noticed.” The disappointment was evident in my voice and I forced a smile to cover it up, “And I’m alright.”

Why were the sheets gone? It was silly to feel nostalgic about them, but why hadn’t he kept the material we’d spent hours of sleeping under? Where we’d made plans, confessed dreams and caused giggles to fill the room? Had he thrown them away just like that and replaced them by silly blue ones? How could he?

“Where are they?”

“Who?” his face wore an expression of pure confusion.

I let my fingers touch the top of his mattress. It felt wrong. Not even half as soft as it used to be. “The sheets.”

Harry didn’t reply which was answer enough. I hissed and shook my head. My heart was heavy with a sudden sadness I couldn’t explain and knew was stupid. There was no reason for me to feel crushed over the loss of some blue material I hadn’t lain on in a long time. He’d made a decision I had no place being angry about.

Sensing my crushed feelings Harry shifted beside me, his arms ached to reach out and embrace me but his mind burned with questions he needed answers for.

“Why didn’t you ever call, Y/N?”

We weren’t avoiding the awkwardness, then. We wouldn’t dance around the uncomfortable feelings. My chest moved and my lungs filled with fresh air. One thing I appreciated about Harry was his bravery, one I never possessed. He wasn’t afraid of tackling the difficult conversations.

“I can’t remember how many nights I stayed up staring at my phone with hopes I could never fully let go of.”

“I needed space,” I explained weakly, “Needed to clear my head.”

We sat so close next to each other his knee brushed mine and though it was only a small touch, my eyes could not look away from it. His body heat easily radiated off of me, awakening every cell of my body and speeding up the rhythm of my heart. I wanted more, wanted to be reminded what it felt like to hold him right.

“Clear it from me?” Harry’s quiet voice was laced with sadness, “You shut me out of your life. As if you tried to make it like I’d never touched it.”

Contradicting his words, Harry’s hand found my thigh, giving it an entirely non sexual squeeze, one that let me know he wasn’t angry. My hand pressed on top of his and I looked up to meet his eyes.

“You know what I felt for you, Harry.”

He nodded. “Which is just why I don’t understand.”

It’d been him who’d broken us off. Well, whatever “us” had meant. His solo career had been in its beginnings and he knew he’d need to be free to travel for it, work an impossible amount of hours and be available to anyone always. Anyone, aside form me.

Going solo meant he was busy and that meant that any feelings for him I had developed, did not have any place.
Harry cared for me, wanted me and desired to keep me close, but at the same time he knew that if he let us strengthen our bond even more, we would eventually suffer a heart break. Our connection wasn’t meant to be, not at that time anyway.

“I began to miss you so terribly the moment you closed the door behind you,” I breathed.

Watching him walk out of my apartment was a sight I knew I’d never forget. No matter how many promises of keeping in touch, staying friends and wanting to remain close had been made, I was sure we both knew they were void of true meaning.

Harry had touched my heart. How could I look into his eyes after having been rejected?

I whimpered when his body turned to face mine and shuddered when his hand fount my neck, gently turning my head so I looked up at him.
Harry’s brows were knitted together while his eyes pleaded with mine. My lips parted and my head spun when my own palms found their place on his shoulders, only centimeters away from his collarbones. I yearned to touch his skin.

“But that doesn’t mean you had to cut me off like that,” he whispered.

“Your fear of perhaps not having enough time for me didn’t mean you had to deny us any chance either,” I countered, arching one eyebrow at him.

Relief overcame me when a smile pulled at the corner of his lips and I felt some of the tension in the room shift. “That is true, I suppose.”

His thumb gently caressed the skin of my cheek before trailing along my jaw. Harry shook his lovely head, making his slightly disheveled hair fall into his face. “And both happened despite that I loved you.”

There it was again. The buzz in the air. I moved further up to sit in a crossed legged position across from him, both of my hands still pressed flat to his chest and his eyes closed when the tips of my fingers dared finding the unbuttoned part of his shirt where his warm skin was accessible.

I hummed, a shy smile on my lips.

“You know,” I began in a whisper, “your choice of candles lets me hope there is no past tense to your feelings.”

His nose brushed my cheek and his mouth kissed my shoulder.

My voice shook as I went on: “They are, after all, the scent of the cookies I always made for you, the soap of mine you used to hate and the oil I used to massage your shoulders with when you were stressed.”

A low moan fell from his mouth at the memory and my eyes fell shut.

“And what’s the last scent for?” he asked.

My body was pushed back to lie flat on his mattress and I welcomed him with open arms who finally got to hold him tight again.

“It’s the smell of my hair,” I whispered into the shell of his ear, whimpering when his lips pressed warm kisses to the bare exposed skin of my collarbones. “My shampoo.”

“Maybe s'not in the past tense then,” Harry murmured, grunting when my legs found the familiar place around his hips, “Maybe I still love you.”

“That would be nice,” I gasped when he pressed himself closer against my skin and wanted to cry because it still wasn’t enough.

“Would it?”

“Yes,” my hold tightened, “because I’m as in love with you as I was the day I told you for the first time.”

Hope you liked it! It’s the first story I posted since being officially 19! Ahh!! Love everyone of you who reads my stories, your support means so much. Thank you.

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So In Love

Summary: Shawn’s been more affectionate then usual and you aren’t complaining by like why Shawn?

Requested: Yes ( Your writing is sooo good. Can you do a Shawn imagine where he just wants to be cuddled up with you all day and you have no reason why. Like if you’re sitting or laying down he’s on you with his arms wrapped tight and stuff. So you ask him why and he gets all embarrassed and says it’s because he was writing and realized how much he loved you and misses you while he’s away and he never wants to let you? Thank youuu xxx)

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You woke to the sound of the tv playing music and your boyfriend cleaning the living room around you. You didn’t want him to know you were awake yet because you loved watching him like this. He was completely carefree and was being himself, singing along to the songs as he wrapped the cord back around the vacuum. He stood and turned to check on you, only to find you lying on the couch with a big grin on your face. “Do you enjoy being a creep and watching people?”

You laughed, “Only when they look, and sing, as good as you baby.” You sat up and pulled the blankets from your body. He walked towards you and leaned over slightly to press a sweet peck to your lips.

He rolled the vacuum back into the closet and slipped into the kitchen to grab chips and salsa for you two to snack on. He returned to the living room, placing the snacks on the table and found a new movie for the two of you to watch. He made his way back to the L-shaped couch, sliding himself between you and the back of the sofa. His arms wrapped around you and pulled your body closer to him. His fingers slid your hair away from your neck, his lips placing light peppered kisses along your jaw. “I love you baby.”

A small smile fell on your lips, a content sigh leaving your mouth, “I love you too Shawn.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night on the couch, your bodies intertwined with each other. His lips left sweet pecks on your forehead all night.


The light from the sun shone through the window in the living room. Your eyes fluttered open, your body not wanting to wake up just yet. You rolled over and snuggled your head into the curve of Shawn’s neck. A light groan left his mouth, his arms and legs stretching outwards. “Good morning baby girl.”

“Nope, it’s not time to wake up yet. I’m still tired.” You buried your face into the cushion of the couch. He pressed a kiss to your temple before slipping off the couch and heading to the bathroom.

“Come on sleepy. You have to get up at some point today,” Shawn called from the kitchen. You slowly slid off the couch and made your way to the bathroom. You pulled your hair into the best messy bun you could muster up, and brushed your teeth. You bent over to spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth and when you stood up, Shawn was standing next to you, causing you to jump a little. Your hand flew up to your chest, “Jesus, Shawn, you scared the shit out of me. Why are you so quiet sometimes.”

A laugh erupted from him, “I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him back to the kitchen, the two of you preparing your breakfast together.


You fixed your swimsuit bottoms before grabbing a towel from the closet. “Shawn I’m heading out to the pool. If you need me just yell for me.” He was cooped up in his music room, working on more songs for his new album.

You closed the sliding door and placed your towel on a chair before walking over to the pool to dip a toe in to check the temperature. It was still warm outside, leaving the pool slightly warmer than usual. You dove into the pool and swam to the edge, overlooking the city. You weren’t sure how much time you spent there but you were eventually brought back to reality when you felt the water next to you splash over the edge. “Hey beautiful. What are ya looking at?”

“Nothing really. I’m just thinking.” You sighed and looked back to the buildings.

“What’cha thinking about?” He placed his arms on the ledge of the pool, looking over the city as well.

“You know, things. Us. Our future.”

He nodded his head and was silent for a while. The two of you enjoying the sounds of the busy city below you. You leaned your head over and onto his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist.  “I love you darling.”


You finished making dinner and were now setting the table for the two of you. You walked back to Shawn’s music room and listened to him strumming his guitar and mumbling. You quietly slid into the room. You continued to listen and watch, he strummed a few notes then leaned down to jot them onto the sheets on paper in front of him before returning back to the guitar. “Shawn baby, dinner is ready,” you quietly said. He placed the guitar down and followed you back to the kitchen.

After you finished doing the dishes, Shawn returned back to his music room. You decided to catch up in your book that you had left months ago.


You felt a pair of arms wrap under your head and your legs, lifting you from the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest as he carried you to your bed. He placed you down on the bed before moving to his side and joining you, covering both of you with the sheets.

You woke up to the feeling of Shawn’s fingers brushing over your cheek. You closed your eyes tightly before opening them to find your boyfriend watching you. “Good morning love,” he brought his lips to yours in a sweet, loving kiss. You snuggled into his chest. The two of you laid together for a while before you got out of bed.

You decided to grab a quick breakfast before going out. You had to go run a few errands that morning. You grabbed your keys from their hook on the wall before yelling a quick goodbye to Shawn, who was already in his music room.


You opened the door to the condo, placing your keys back on the hook and dropping all your bags on the floor. You didn’t hear Shawn in his music room, or watching tv. You peeked your head into your room to find him asleep on your bed. You smiled and grabbed your book and curled up on the couch, picking up where you left off the night before. It wasn’t much longer until you felt the couch dip next to you, Shawn’s head resting in your lap. You chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Hi sleepy head. Did you have a nice nap?”

He nodded his head and mumbled a quiet, “Can we just stay in tonight instead of going out to dinner? I just want to spend time with just you.”

You moved your book and looked down at him, “Of course babe.”

You got up to check the fridge for something to snack on and felt Shawn’s arms around your waist and a kiss on your shoulder. You turned your head and kissed his cheek before grabbing some leftovers to reheat for dinner.

You turned a movie on and settled into the couch, Shawn’s head back in your lap. You ate your leftover pizza and placed the plate back on the table since Shawn wouldn’t let you get up off the couch. You played with his hair as he watched you instead of the movie. He loved watching how you would smile during the happy parts, or when your eyebrows would furrow when you tried to follow the plot line in your head. He grabbed your hand from his hair and placed a kiss on your palm. You smiled down at him. You noticed he had been much more affectionate, this weekend, than he usually was.

“Shawn, can I ask you a question?” You looked down at him, his eyes had a twinkle in them from the lights on the ceiling shining down. He nodded his head. You studied his features, a look of absolute love on his face. “You’ve been really loving this weekend. Is everything okay? I mean, I know you are a very affectionate person when we are home anyway, but this weekend has been like a whole different Shawn.”

He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course everything is okay. I’ve just had a lot of time to think lately and I’ve just come to a realization. I’m working on new songs and the only thing that came to my head was you and how much I love you,” he sat up and brushed your hair out of your face. “I love you so much. I guess I never had time to sit down and really think about us. I see a future with you and that makes me so happy. I see us buying a house together and having kids together. I see us growing old together and being surrounded by our big family. I never want this to end with us. I love you too much. And I miss you like crazy when I’m not home. I hate knowing that when I’m gone, you’re by yourself with no one. And it makes my heart so happy to think that eventually when I leave on tour you won’t be alone and you’ll have a baby with you. And I just can’t stop thinking about how much I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.” He rambled on and on. Your smiled was a mile wide.

“Shawn, that’s what I was thinking about yesterday. I can’t wait to have a family with you. I love you so much.” You grabbed the sides of his face and brought him to you. Your noses lightly bumped before your lips attached. You pulled away with a smile on yours lips.

This was the man who you were going to spend the rest of your life with and you couldn’t wait.