bc it feels wrong to watch them in such intimate moments

anonymous asked:

Okay Reddie, how they kinda came out to each other/to the group?? And like how the feel about being attracted to the other??? Please 💞💞

  • there was always something there, underneath all the bickering and they  both knew it from a young age
  • surprisingly it was eddie who was able to comprehend his feelings a bit better than richie
  • richie grew up in a bad home and his parents would religiously slander same sex couples so he had some internalized homophobia
  • don’t get me wrong, eddie was confused af but he was more open to the idea of it than richie was
  • all richie knew is that when he and eddie were together all the thoughts went away and he was genuinely happy
  • they never came out to each other perse, they both just knew there was something there and decided to go for it
  • they did drunkenly fool around a little bit but neither of them would admit to remembering the night
  • when they did start some kind of relationship they took it extremely slow bc both of them were still rocky with the idea of dating boy let only your best friend since preschool
  • it was eddie’s idea bc he hated watching girls at school opening flirting with richie
  • they didn’t tell the losers about it, but nothing really changed all that much
  • richie would still hang off eddie, tease him about his height, his name and make jokes about his mother
  • richie was naturally a touchy person when it came to eddie so there was nothing too different.
  •  richie absolutely adored eddie, he was always there when he needed to get away from his own parents
  • even though eddie knew he was risking getting in trouble by his own mother
  • eddie prefers richie in his glasses rather than his contacts, and he still carries an extra pair around with him even after all these years.
  • same with richie, he still carries an inhaler around for eddie in his back pack just incase (this is canon I had to)
  • they would hold hands around the losers when it was just the seven of them and they never questioned it.
  • the losers were never strictly told when richie and eddie started dating.
  • but they all walked in on some relatively intimate moments.
  • starting with bev who caught them lying on the grass at the quarry late at night both staring at the stars, eddie resting his head on richie’s chest
  • bill was next, waking in a subtle moment better the pair as they stood behind the school richie’s head tucked a little to close to eddie’s neck, murmuring sweet nothings in his ear. (this is fukin gay lol)
  • ben caught them playing holding hands under the desk in the library, eddie trying to hold back a smile
  • and mike had been riding into town when he saw the pair hiding behind a tree at the quarry, eddie sat snuggled into richie’s lap playing with the taller boys fingers
  • but stan caught time pair fast asleep, lying in richie’s bed fully clothed. legs tangled together and sheets hanging off the bed
  • richie curled into eddie’s chest. both sleeping soundly.
  • they never had to tell the losers because they all just knew.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do headcanons on what you think the paladins might do to comfort a s/o who is pregnant and in a lot of pain due to cartilage softening in their body? Or just a s/o whos in a shit ton of pain either one works

Round 2 in the pregnant S/O series!! Let’s do both at the same time with an S/O about to pop!

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I’m emotionally exhausted and angry: Why Sense8 being cancelled is not about losing a good TV show, it’s about what that says about the current state of the world.

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My list of favorite shows (other than sense8) includes things like Torchwood and Agent Carter, so clearly I have a thing for doomed TV shows and I’m not new to the feeling of betrayal and lost that comes with your average cancellation, but I believe that sense8 is not your average situation and that’s why it has been trending worldwide on twitter for 8+ hours and it made so many people deeply upset.

Sense8 being cancelled is the entertainment industry equivalent of Trump winning the elections. In Freema Agyeman’s words: ‘A real kick in the teeth for everyone who is striving to make TV more representational & inclusive’. And, because that’s the way media works, a direct reflection of what’s going on in the rest of world right now. And it happened in the fucking first day of pride month, no less.

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anonymous asked:

I think you should write something about asking him to stop (about being shy during sex) bc all the blurbs are all perfect and the girl is shy but keep going,but what if she asked to stop? I've never read something like this AND we know that it's something that can happen

Harry’s booming voice filled the house as soon as the front door opened.  Hearing him walk through the front door singing was always music to my ears.  I loved it when he was in a good mood.  He stood in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms out like he was front stage on Broadway belting out the closing number.

I didn’t know what he was singing.  Something he’d recorded at the studio today was a good bet but I didn’t like to ask.  I knew he liked to keep his recording close to the vest.  

Whatever it was, it sure made him happy.

He finished the note out, his eyes opening to meet mine as his arms dropped to his sides.  He smiled the widest, brightest, happiest smile I’d ever seen as he walked towards the island.  He leaned down against it, looking up at me,

“Hello, Beautiful Girl.”

I smiled,

“Hello.  I take it the studio went well today.”

He raised his eyebrows,

“Well?  Yes, the studio went very very well.”  He said as he rounded the island and walked towards me, “I’m glad you’re here.”

I shrugged,

“Came over after class…thought you might be here but you weren’t so I hung around for a bit to see if you’d show up.”

I felt his fingers creep up onto my hips,

“Finished it.”  He said finally, his voice dripping with accomplishment.

I pushed my hands against his chest,

“All of it?  Or just one song?”

“All of it.  It’s done.”

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Accidental - WillNE Imagine

Title: Accidental
Pairing: WillNE x Reader
Warnings: smut
Requested(?): no but if you want a Will imagine please feel free to send it bc I love Will.

“Will give me my phone back!” I began to chase Will through the flat as he held my phone high above his head.

He ran into his bedroom, now being trapped. He turned to me and still held my phone above him. Both of us were out of breath and I slowly walked towards him.

“William.” I said assertively.

“Y/n.” He used my full name instead of his usual nickname.

“Give me my phone back.” I said.

“What’s the magic word?” He taunted.

“Please give me my phone?”

“That’s not it.” I walked towards him and tried jumping up for it. As I was quite a bit shorter than him, I failed miserably. “You’re going to have to try harder than that love.”

“William don’t make me put my hands on you.” I warned.

“You wouldn’t dare hit me.” I stepped forward and placed my hand right over his crotch, pressing my body against his.

“Who said anything about hitting?” I said seductively, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

“Bloody hell.” He cursed, eyes wide. I stood onto my tippy toes and pressed my lips against his jaw line and kissed down his neck. He brought his hands down and wrapped them around my waist, holding me close.

I let one hand tangle in his hair and moved the other down to my side, sneakily pulling my phone from his hands and quickly running back towards the living room.

“You’re going to pay for that!” Will ran after me and I hid my phone. Although he wasn’t interested in the phone anymore. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up, my back pressed against the wall.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he quickly pressed his lips to mine. Will and I had never been anything more than friends and I guess my little trick to get my phone back sparked something between the two of us.

My hands were tangled in his hair as he kissed me softly. The two of us had a lot of tension between us now and it was in desperate need of some relief.

He walked us back to his bedroom and he laid me down on his plush bed. He tossed his shirt aside and laid himself on top of me. I put my hand on his chest as he kissed me repeatedly, moving down my neck and sucking here and there, definitely leaving his mark on me. His hand nervously slid up my top and I sat up, removing my shirt and revealing that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath as he took in my body. I was now aching for his touch and couldn’t wait a second longer. I grabbed his wrist and put his large hand on my breast, letting out a soft moan at the contact.

His other hand worked to unbutton my jean shorts as mine fumbled with the button on his jeans. Once we had both removed our bottoms I could feel his hard on pressed against my body. I slid my hand into his boxers and he let out a breathy moan. I stroked him as he kissed my collar bones and down my chest until he came to the top of my panties.

“Will please.” I said. He smirked up at me and slid my panties down my legs. He let a finger faintly trail over me and I arched my body at his touch.

“I already have you this ready for me are you sure about this?” He asked.

“If you even dare stop now I will actually hit you.” He laughed and nodded, kissing me again. He reached to his nightstand and pulled out a condom, removing his boxers and sliding the condom on.

He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through mine, placing a soft kiss on my lips as he pushed into me.

Never in my life did I expect to be having such an intimate moment with my best friend. Let alone enjoying it this much. There was no denying that there had always been a special connection between the two of us. We thought it was the two of us being brought together as best friends. Clearly we were wrong.

As we both got dressed Will looked up at me, pushing his hair out of his face and standing up. He wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned his head onto my shoulder. We stood in front of that mirror staring at us together. I was mentally picturing us as a couple. Will and Y/n. In an actual relationship.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked softly.

“What if we were together? Like actually together?” He smiled a bit and let out a soft chuckle.

“I’d be happier.” He said. It was enough for the two of us. It was simple.

“Then let’s do it.” I said smiling and turning around in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled at him.

“Are you serious?” He asked. I nodded in confirmation and he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.

We stayed in his room watching films and talking, music playing softly in the background.

“I already like this so much better than us just being friends.” He looked at our intertwined hands and smiled. I turned my head towards his and traced my hand over his jaw, leaning in to kiss him. “And I really like kissing you.” I giggled and kissed him again.

“I like kissing you too. More than I’m willing to admit.” It was his turn to laugh now. “Wait, weren’t you supposed to film a video with Cal tonight?” His eyes went wide and he jumped up, finding his phone and seeing multiple missed calls from Cal.

“Shit. Come with me?” He asked grabbing a hoodie and finding his shoes.

“Sure thing.” I grabbed my things and we headed for the elevator. Will pressed the button for Cal’s floor. Once we had made it up, he knocked on the door and Harry answered, letting us in.

“Cal’s in the living room” he pointed us to their living room and Will thanked him.

“Jesus man you’re only three hours late. Hey Y/n.” He said standing to give me a hug and do his weird handshake with Will. “You look like you’ve had a rough shag mate.” He said seeing the love bites visible on my collar bones. I blushed and Will scratched the back of his head. “Wait, you two… oh my god you did!” I hid my face in Will’s chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

“Yeah yeah, calm down.” Will laughed and I sighed, clearly embarrassed by the situation.

“Calm down? Mate my OTP just got together how do you expect me to be calm about this.” I laughed and pulled back from Will.

“Right whatever, let’s just film the video and I’ll fill you in on the horny details later.” Cal nodded and I stepped over to the couch to watch as they filmed.

Will kept looking over to me as they tried to film and I tried my best to not stare right back at him.

“Keep your focus or we’re going to have to remove your girlfriend.” Will blushed and laughed. “Am I going to have to edit that out?” Cal asked.

“I don’t mind.” I said softly and Will broke into a smile.

“Neither do I.”

Why I think Taekook/Vkook is somewhat real

I hope not too many roll their eyes at another ‘delusional shipping fangirl’ right now, because I don’t want to proof things. Just hear me out a bit? (And wow this is long im sorry!! ) These are just my thoughts and excuse me for rambling.
So…
First off: I’m not really into shipping real people because I always feel like I’m… idk disrespecting their privacy? Im not sure how to describe it. I watched about every video there is about bts because they amazed me with their honest chemistry. I like their interaction and how they treat each other.

The vlogs are not part of some kpop show, and its not entirely private either but its something in between and we get to see more of them as persons as we normally would. I think thats why many people love them (myself included) We can have a bit more insight on their character even though we have to keep in mind that they are still aware of the cameras.

I came across ships like vhope/vmin/jikook of course.
I liked all of them in some way because the guys obviously like each other. Still, even though they seem honest in their display of affection I just thought. “Daaamn friendship/bromance goals”. I thought vhope was something at first but when the kissing scene came on I felt like tae was really uncomfortable and that made me uncomfortable too. (Just How I felt, of course, I may be wrong or you can feel differently). So I liked them but felt there was a line they wouldn’t cross.

taekook kind of jumped into my face as they are quite popular. But a few years back I just felt like tae was overly affectionate because kookie is shy and the maknae and the latter is fascinated with tae because of him being extroverted and easy. I didn’t see anything similar to a crush to be honest and they were getting to know each other at that time. So I thought “nah I can’t ship this they’re like…adoring each other on a friend lvl I don’t see romance”. I just thought it was cute but nothing more.

As they got older though Jungkook changed and became more comfortable (I think everyone agrees) around other people.
Tae was getting a bit calmer but then again, he had some serious issues to overcome. And then I started to notice (Kinda). Their relationship changed.
these little things when they think no one pays attention to them (or that’s what I felt like while watching). And maybe they’re just really close friends (they are for sure one way or another) but while watching some videos I was really tense at some points. Not every time they are standing next to each other or something like this but there were certainly a lot of moments where I wasn’t sure where to look because it felt just…private. Like they forgot for a moment that they’re still being watched. And those are moments which are important because they show the true nature of relationships.

In comparison: I just came across the new run episode where kookie slaps jimin on the butt (I laughed for about an hour) and this got me thinking. I wasn’t even shocked. Why am I not having feels over this kind of bold interaction? Isn’t that like shipping material for 300 fanfiction and 2 years of happy squeals? Because I’m totally down for these things lol

But that’s the point. It’s on cam and bold. Jungkook is more bold and playful than before. But sit him next to tae and they’re gonna play the subtle touch game…Or the “I-wanted-to-hug/touch-you-but-is-this-still-okay-bc-were-on-cam”. In other moments though they seem just natural and playful and I don’t see any romantic undertones. It depends on the situations somehow and I think that’s normal.

Butt slapping is bold and can be flirty, but holding someone’s gaze or touching hands is intimate.
And that’s where I see the difference in the ships.
(Also I know that tae is like the touchiest person ever but he always has a line where He is comfortable and where he is not and he made that clear on some occasions. He crossed that line with Jungkook though…intertwining hands etc)

I don’t think they are dating btw as both are a bit against being with another guy (there were a few statements) but you can’t help being at least a little bit attracted even if you don’t want to be… and i think many can relate when I say that nothing is more addicting than a person you can laugh your ass off with, who knows what you’re thinking at some point …because that’s when you feel happy and understood the most and just really really close.
And that’s what we see quite often with them. On another note though: we don’t see them fighting so we have to keep in mind that things will always seem more harmonized because we always get to see the best and loveliest moments and we don’t see the serious shit.

Im not attracted to anything really but I had this kind of relationship with another girl not long ago.
So maybe that’s why I see some similarities and believe that there are some unspoken feelings between them. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Maybe they’re not in love and just really close after being together for so long. Sometimes it’s not easy to distinguish these sort of things. And maybe they are a bit in love and they don’t want to acknowledge it just like me and my friend back then.

I just came to really love their interaction may it be platonic adoration or hidden romantic feelings. And i Love the fandom (well… most of them) for focusing on their behavior, their laughs and the way they look at each other. I think I can see what you see.

I just had to get this off my chest, I hope some of you can relate to my thoughts? And i repeat this is not meant to “proof” realness or bash other ships. I don’t mind other ships whatever they are as long as they don’t hurt anyone. I appreciate other ships too because I love when people show each other affection in whatever way.
I just wanted to share what I feel like and you can agree or disagree :)
(And im not native so im sorry if things sound weird ///)

Dating Jung Wooseok:


-Puppy love™
-his age leads to the assumption that he lacks some experience on how to get the girl
-so he’ll probably ask Mr. Scumbag and Mr. Cheese Shinwon and Yeo One for tipps and tricks
-I have a strong, very strong, feeling that he’d try to impress you by acting extra  badass and manly on stage
-and he’d try so hard to seem cool
-and then he’d tell you about how he won a violin competition once
-Wow, that is what you call diversity
-so when he would ask you out eventually boy it’d take some nagging from his members
-and by that point you’d probably know already just bc homeboy isn’t as secretive as he thinks
-But when he approached you shyly and asked if you’d have time to talk to him in private with a flower bouquet you’d probably still die
-so and then he’d tell you he likes you and you’d be like „I like you too“ and his eyes would glow up and he’d be all smiley and he wanted to wait for a while before asking but he’d be like
-“Wanna be my girlfriend?“
-and you would agree
-obv
-and Hui is somewhere in the back trying to keep the cheers of the members to a minimum
-So y'all dating
-and Wooseok and Yuto are a ‘take one, get two’- deal
-so rather than Yuto Walking in on Wooseok and you in intimate moments it would  come to situations where you’d walk in on weird situations between them two
-like you’d visit the dorm and walk in the living room and there they sit, spicy ramen in front of them, tears and Yuto’s eyes and Wooseok holding the milk cup for him and petting his back
-and you’d all just share this awkward moment of eye contact and no movement before you’d just turn around
-“I’ll come back in 5 minutes be done by then
-Or y'all decide to watch a scary movie and sit down and you’d wanna scoot a lil closer for some of those cuddles from your boyfriend ;))))))
-and then suddenly the lights turn on bc someone came home and you’d look over at Wooseok cuddling with Yuto while you just lean your head against his shoulder looking like the third wheel
-“I don’t know why I came but this is why I’m leaving“
-So if you ever, ever show PDA in front of his members:
-“WOAH WOOSEOKIE GETTIN IT RIGHT THERE“
-“Haha slow with the young horses!“
-“Please use protection, omg y'all moving so quick“

-and all you did was like touch his hand by accident
-but that means if you’d get alone time he’d burry you in a bear hug
-with your bodies just in one mess, kind of looks painful but is very comfortable
-I also think he’d either say really cheesy, romantic, beautiful things like
-“You are the only one I need to be happy“
-or he’d say some bullish along the lines of
-“You’re like the plastic piece at the end of shoe lace that hold the lace together“
-“…“
-“bc you hold my life toghether“

-which is awww so cute but also.. why Wooseok?
-Also if you ever wear his clothes
-you would look adorable
-BC he is so tol and you’d feel very fashiony and be like
-“Babe I need one of your T-Shirts“
-so you could wear it with overknees and look good
-but his shirt would end around 10 cm under your knees and you’d figure just buying an oversized shirt is not that bad after all
-also imagine you’d ever be out and suddenly it started raining and he’d take to to the dorm for a quick shower and he’d provide you with his clothes and after you’re done he walks into the bathroom and you look like a toddler in their father’s clothes.
-Like what was the point of giving you his sweatpants?
-you’d need to hold them so they don’t fall and they are longer than Rapunzels hair smh
-so you just stay in his jumper which is good too!
-kissssssses
-so he would have different types of smooches
-type A) quick pecks, those shy stolen kisses, mostly at the beginning and he’ll smile after them awwwwwwwwwww
-type B) the kisses where he’ll hold you and be very careful like you’re made out of glass and he’ll be unsure of where his hand should go etc at first but it would all fall into place eventually
-type C) making out would get messy, likely in a seated position with you on his lap seems the comfiest as he is so tall. He’d use tongue, guys his age do. Hands on your assets bc he can
-PDA outside would be very limited
-so holding hands or having a hand on your back while he guides you
-Woahohoho when Baby gets jealous beware
-He’d scoot very close to you and just show how 'Hey that is my s/o. Hello. Bye’
-and probably gets all needy afterwards
-he would write songs about you and show you work in progress
-probably cares a lot about your opinion
-when it is time for the first 'I love you’ I think he wouldn’t be sure about when to say it and he would want it to be special and romantic but then he would end up saying it while you two watch Youtube videos and eat Happy Meals
-because you just sitting there, no makeup, in comfy clothes, your hair in a messy bun
-that’s how he loves you
-it still means a lot and is a moment between you two that you both will cherish and remember everytime you get McDonalds
-I don’t think you’d fight all that much
-BUT
-he is petty
-like he is so petty it could be his name
-Jung Woo Petty
-So you know you’d be 7 minutes late or something like that
-and you’d be like
-“I’m so sorry, the bus was late“
-and he would pettily reply
-“It’s fine.“
-and then he’d be salty for like the net twenty minutes and you would ask what is wrong and if he is angry and he would decline
-and then when you almost forgot he’d bring it up like
-“I just think it is interesting how you–“
-so moving on!
-I think he’d be into calling you names like 'Babe, Baby’ it seems like him or jst calling your name cutely
-He’d joke around with you a lot
-and you two would share many inside jokes that would seem completely unexplainable to others
-like one time your mom told him about that time when you were youngger and you wore white pants when you were sick and pooped your pants and now you have a white pants trauma
-so now being sick or diarrhea is 'white pants’
-“Should we eat that Chili from that place down the street?“
-“No, white pants“

-and you two would laugh but if anyone heard it they’d just be like „what“
-you have free access to his aegyo but only if he effed up and you’d be kind of pissed but he’d be acting cute and it is so cringey  you would have to give in just so he could stop
-Overall I feel like being in a relationship with him would be full of firsts both of you experience and share with each other. In the beginning there would be many giggles and a lot of shyness but it would fade away and become comfortable closeness between you two. Again, Yuto is with you two often enough to not become a hassle or a problem in the relationship. Being with him would definitely be filled with jokes and laughter and lots of love.

When She Was Mine

Part 1: The Meeting

Tyler Joseph X Reader

A/N: okay so this was not a requested thing, but i had this (hopefully) brilliant idea to combine two of my favorite things which is a tv show and a movie…. This will be a fluffy/angsty fic. It will have several parts, given that each part reaches at least 100 notes (bc I’ve been feeling discouraged about my writing lately). So reblog this and let me know if you would like me to continue and spread it around for all the people to see!!!

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Breakfast in Bed - Ten (M)

A/N: Hola friends. No I’m not back with Smooth pt 6…. love me but here’s some Ten for ya (even though Admin Finn wrote you some Ten smut already ㄱ_ㄱ jk ily Admin Finn c:) Anyways… not my best, I know, but I gotta warm up my smut writing bc tbh it’s been a while, and I want pt 6 to actually be really good bc I love ya’ll (especially all my fellow Johnny stans ^-^) Ok I’m sorry for wasting your time you can read now heh.

-Admin Kay

Originally posted by chanceyeoi

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Genre: Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 1,150

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Unsure

request: newt imagine where he’s a virgin and doesn’t know what to do with his hands (tongue, his member etc.) so you show him what to do/where to touch it’s all very slow and cute bc he’s really nervous and he stops midway and starts rambling saying sorry for not being good and that your super pretty then in return you give him a bj and then fluff lots of fluff

warnings: smut yas

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could write fic when Sana and Yousef get married, and they sit across from each other as he watches her unravel her hijab and it's all beautiful and happy?? Bc I am Yousana trash and I need a fic on this

Hello Anon!!! First of all, thank you for the request! <3< And I hope you like what I wrote :) 

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They are standing in front of each other at the bottom of the bed.

She looks into his eyes and sees reflected in them the exact same joy and pure love that she is feeling right now. She is bursting with joy and love.

They had a beautiful wedding. It was truly great to see their families and friends reunited to celebrate their union and love.

But now they are together, just the two of them. For the first time, as husband and wife.

As they keep on looking into each other eyes, she feels as though time has stopped. The rest of her life is starting now. This is it. This is him.

He takes her hand and lift it to kiss it gently.

She keeps his hand in her hers and makes him turn. They now have their backs to the bed. She lets herself fall on it in a , still holding his hand so that he falls next to her. She laughs as he bounces like a kid.  and bounce. They stays there for a while, laying next to each other and smiling.

He is the first one to sit. He motions for her to do the same. They are now both sitting on the bed facing each other with their legs crossed and their knees touching. They are so close that she can hear him breathing.

He takes her hands in his and traces with his fingers the beautiful henna patterns that recovers them. This gentle touch sends shivers down her spine.

-We are married.

-We are

-Why the frown? Does it feel weird?

- No! I’d say, it feels unusual. New. But not weird at all.

- Hmm

- Natural, she whispers

- What?

- It feels natural.

- Yes, it does

They stay there, simply looking into each other eyes. The more they keep staring at each other, the more they smile. They have now entered an other « stare as long as you can without laughing » contest. It has become a silly habit between them and as it is their first as a married couple, she intends on winning

To distract him, she tries winking but he only arches an eyebrows in response. As if to say “You really thought this would work?”

She waits a few seconds while smiling even more and then goes to a complete stoic face, her « resting bitch face » as Chris calls it.

As always, this makes him laugh. She smiles at her victory.

-You lost again. This marriage is definitely up to a great start.

He simply laughs.

Silence again. But a comfortable silence.  A nice silence. The one that doesn’t need to be broken because it knows that there is plenty of time left to fill it. Years and years. A lifetime. Two lifetimes intertwined.

A lifetime during which he is going to discover a lot of things about her and she will discover just as much about him. They will also discover so many things together. He heart is dancing in her chest as the idea of a lifetime with him is now becoming her reality.

She takes her hands off his. She will not cover herself in front of him anymore when they are alone. She starts undoing her hijab. She does it slowly because this moment is special and important for the both of them. He understands what she is doing and what it means. How intimate this is.

He follows with his eyes the movement of her hands and the way the scarfs moves as it’s being undone

She suddenly feels her bracelet getting stuck onto the delicate embroideries at the hem of her hijab. She stops for a second then tries to take it off slowly. But it stays stuck. Great, she thinks, way to go and ruin the moment.

He notices that something is wrong and asks with a little smile if she is stuck.

-Hm, well, a little maybe

She turns her head to show him her bracelet caught on her hijab. And instead of offering his help (not that she needs it), he starts laughing

-What is so funny, you idiot?

- Nothing, sorry, let me help you

- No, you’re still laughing!

- Well, this is funny! Everything was so solemn and silent and then,… I’m sorry but I find it funny.

- Stop laughing!

- Sorry, sorry, He tries to put on a neutral face. Hey, you’re laughing too!

- No, I’m not.

- Yes you are !

- Do you want to talk about something really funny ? How about how you almost fainted at our wedding when you saw me for the first time?

Now, that makes him stop laughing, she thinks as she smiles in a satisfied way.

- I did no such thing.

- Yes, you did.

- It was just really hot, that’s all.

- Yeah, right.

The bracelet untangles itself form the embroideries all of a sudden without tearing the fabric. She sighs with relief and finishes taking her hijab off.

He is definitely not laughing anymore . He is now staring into her eyes. But not as a game.

She loves the banter with him, she loves how easy it is with him. But she also loves how they sometimes don’t have to say anything at all. She can feel the love coming from him even if he is not talking. She hopes he can feel the same coming from her.

When she takes it off, he takes the hijab from her hands, folds it nicely and puts it on the nightstand.

She takes her underscarf off. He takes it as well and puts it next to the headscarf.

Her hair is in a ponytail which she slowly unties to let it fall on her shoulder.

He delicately takes a strand of her hair between his fingers.Her heart is pounding in her chest. Can you have too much hapiness ? He says slowly:

- « The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. »

He puts the strand of hair behind her shoulder and smiles

- This is a quote right ?

- Hm hm

- From who?

- Audrey hepburn, he replies

Is he blushing now? Yes, he is! She laughs and says:

- Audrey Hepburn ? I can not believe my husband just quoted Audrey Hepburn to me!

- Are you making fun of me ?

- Yes I am.

- Is it a bad thing ?

- You’re my husband. Right now, everything is good

- Everything is good.

A silence. Then, he whispers:

- Let’s work to keep it that way.

- Let’s.

Heavy & Medic Headcanon

Also for @camiluna27 bc we were talking about it last night about how much we dislike the fandom making medic into this weak, useless character to satisfy their shipping needs. 

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Medic was from a place where you kept up a very strict facade… or you died. So like, perhaps when he got there he was guarded, cold, distant, and even though the unresolved tension between him and heavy was CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF THE TEAM (to the point where even scout and soldier noticed and tried to force them to deal with it via locking them in the infirmary together)… he never made any sign that he was interested.

Anyone who was not considered normal, died. Physical, mental illness… you no longer mattered to the people holding his beloved germany hostage with their dictatorship. Wrong skin? Eyes? Gender? Race? Death.

…there was always some examination, some test, always spies sent out to root out the people hidden in secret basements, attics, cellars.

…always a pretty face at the bar waiting to turn you in for money, for the glory of-… that awful man who ran everything.

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Medic didn’t technically have a preference.
He didn’t have a type, not really; but he would know when he saw them, spoke to them, that he liked them. Or didn’t.

And he knew that Heavy…. Misha, as he’d been asked to call the Russian… felt the same way in return. But even though on the base, surrounded by people who were somewhat indifferent and likely to kill anyone who stated dissent to anything between the two men… he just couldn’t bring himself to take that step.

The last time he’d made a mistake, he’d nearly died. Nearly been caught. Thankfully Mann Co. stole him away before he could be taken, but it still haunted him… he’d lost control.

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iwanthoosier  asked:

Alia... Look, I could preface this with some excuse or justification, but honestly??? what's the point? Can ur girl get some romantic H Co. headcanons please? I don't mind if they're sfw or nsfw, or y'know, both? ;)

jsyk I wrote these while I was at the pizza joint, alone and it was raining and I was kinda feel lonely lmao so I’m sorry for the sappiness.

  • Runner
  • actual nerd when it comes to courting you.
  • watches 80s romcom to get all of his ideas of how to woo his future partner.
  • will definitely be a good, caring boyfriend. funny too and always making you laugh with his puns.
  • will give you assorted nicknames just to annoy you but you can’t help but smile when he smiles at you and calls you baby.
  • likes kissing you as if he’s teasing you; just a slow peck once, twice; before he pulls back slowly, watching your pretty face with your eyes closed until you whine low in your throat.
  • then he will cup your face all real gentle and murmuring your name real slow before he kisses you until you’re breathless and gripping his shoulders to pull him closer bc his tongue is doing wickedly sinful thing that makes you want him to kiss you between your legs.
  • the type of boyfriend that will throw pebbles on your window and serenade you with his guitar.
  • will drop everything if you tell him that you need him now. will definitely run to get to you bc you’re the most important person in his life.


  • Sidney
  • actual gentleman. He will agree with whatever you’re saying 99% of the time even when you’re being ridiculous. He doesn’t like confrontation. And the rare time you fight with him it’s usually over something really serious.
  • (like the fact that he wants to marry you but you feel like you’re not ready yet, and he gets offended bc he thinks you’re still searching for someone better even though that’s not true. He’s already so perfect and that’s what scare you the most bc you think you’re not perfect for him which is wrong. You both are meant for each other)
  • but you know he will apologize first, no matter whose fault it is bc he doesn’t like going to bed with angry heart and waking up feeling numb.
  • and you know he will kiss you real soft when you tell him the real reason why you’re afraid of marrying him. He will show you how much he thinks you’re so perfect for him, kissing your body as if he is worshiping you; making you gasp out his name in breathy moan because it feels good and he’s gentle when he’s handling your body.
  • will definitely bring you flowers and  not just the one he picks from someone else’s garden but actual bouquets.
  • and if you’re allergic to flowers, he will bring you sweets bc “sweets for my sweet.”
  • he’s corny like that.


  • Chuckler
  • the sweetest boyfriend in the whole wide world.
  • your personal cheerleader when you’re feeling shitty. Gives pep talk like a pro and combine with his sunshiny smile, you will feel like you can push yourself a lil bit more as long as he’s there right beside you, holding your hand.
  • will do anything for you without complaining bc he wants to make you happy.
  • the kind of boyfriend that will snap your photos and upload them on his instagram with cheesy captions like “so blessed to have this person in my life.”
  • your name in his phone is 5 heart eyes emojis.
  • will bring you food instead of flowers bc “you can’t get full from flowers so I brought you chicken nuggets and fries instead.”
  • gives the best cuddle ever when you can’t fall asleep. Kissing you so sweetly until you feel like you’re drowning.
  • he is so hot all over that you get restless when he’s slow sliding his leg between your thighs; grinning down at you when you whimper his name.
  • let’s be real here, he loves giving head what with that big damn mouth he has.
  • put your pleasure first before his.
  • will still respect you even when you’re sweaty and looking so debauched; his eyes bright when he looks at you like you’re his sun.


  • Leckie
  • the most romantic guy ever.
  • or so he claims.
  • writes poetry for you just bc he can plus he really loves to watch your face turns a shade redder from embarrassment.
  • actually loves you with all of his heart but doesn’t wanna show it much bc he is afraid you will hurt him.
  • oh god he will be the kind of boyfriend that loves drama and will draw it out until you two are arguing and shouting at each other’s faces.
  • until you push him against the wall and call him an asshole and kiss him hard bc “goddamnit i only love you, you fucking poetry nerd!”
  • lots of make up sex that starts as angry sex but in the end it will be soft bc he is a very attentive guy, even when he’s gripping your arms tightly or pulling your hair hard; he will make sure you will come before him.
  • loves dirty talking and will always make some kind of sexual innuendos when you two are in public.
  • can be a supporting boyfriend even when he complains a lot but he loves you and he is slowly trusting that you love him back too.


  • Hoosier
  • the kind of boyfriend that makes you crazy and sometimes not in a good way.
  • rarely tells you that he loves you.
  • sometimes you wonder if you’re truly in a relationship with him or maybe you’re hallucinating bc he doesn’t like to talk about feelings.
  • but he will show it to you instead.
  • he will be the kind of boyfriend that will stay even when you push him away.
  • he will be the kind of boyfriend that will let you slap him or punch him when you’re angry and he will never retaliate back.
  • he will fuckin stay even when you lock him outside of your door.
  • he will wait outside, humming an old song because he knows you’re there at the other side of the door.
  • he will whisper to you that he will always be here for you and he ain’t going nowhere.
  • “because you’re too precious for me, because you’re the most important person in my life.”
  • he doesn’t say i love you to you. but those words are enough of confirmation that he is indeed yours as much as you’re his.
  • and you know he will show it to you with his body.
  • how much he always wants you, even on days when you feel like you’re not beautiful.
  • kissing you, caressing you, murmuring to you how beautiful you look writhing underneath him, how you fit him so snugly, and when he thrust, his name will spill out from your mouth like a prayer.
  • and though he never tell you that he loves you, in that intimate moment, you swear you can feel the love pouring out from his very pores into your very skin, traveling through your bloodstreams, making you feel alive.

You know how I know cockles is actually anything, and not something I just made up in my head?

Because 80% of the time their gifs show up on my dash, my instinct is to look away.

I have trouble with real intimacy, I don’t like seeing people who really care for each other being intimate. So I can watch movies and TV, (if the chemistry is too strong sometimes I have to look away though and i always force myself to look back) but real life is something I really struggle with.

So, back to cockles.

When I am watching Jensen and misha on stage, or looking at gifs or pictures of them, I end up looking away on instinct, a lot of the time. I always look back, BC my curiosity outweighs how uncomfortable I am, but I do avert my eyes.

Their exchanges can be so intimate, and so personal, its hard to watch sometimes. It’s like they are the only ones in the room, and I feel guilty for intruding. There are even moment were I am terrified they will actually kiss, because their body language suggests they want to.

Don’t get me wrong, I go crazy for cockles. I’ve watched their jibcon videos over and over, but the reason I have to watch them so many times, is because my natural inclination is to give them privacy- and I miss a lot!!

So, that’s why I think there is really something there. Not necessarily that they’ve hooked up (which they probably have) or that they are in a poly relationship (also possible), but that they both want each other.

That underneath their adorable friendship, there is deep desire.

Dress Robes

Title: Dress Robes (bc what are good titles)

Pairing: Phan

Rating: aggressively cliched fluff cause im garbage

Words: 1.5k wowie

Warnings: Possibly a swear or two since it’s Dan, but nothing bad.

Tiny Summary: (im so bad at these so sorry) Dan and Phil prepare for the Yule Ball and all that shit.

A/N: Happy Holidays! Yes, okay, this is late, but whatever. I made this fanfiction because I was bored, but then it spiraled into this tragic creation.  Who even knows idk. Enjoy!

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Phil stared at the dress robes laid out on the blue and yellow bed in front of him. They were a putrid brown color that reminded him nothing of his best friend’s beautiful (at least in his opinion) eyes. When he told his mother he wanted to somehow match Dan in a discreet way, this was definitely not what he meant. Obviously, Phil couldn’t send them back as his mum would be too disappointed, and there was no way in hell that he could afford robes this ornamental.

“Oh no…” The boy mumbled under his breath, realizing that there really was no way out of this.

“What’s wrong?” A voice said behind him. Phil yelped, grabbing his wand and turning towards it. He sighed as his eyes met the brown ones of his best friend and crush (not that Phil would ever admit that), accompanied as always by an all-too attractive cross between a smirk and a soft smile. “Wow, try not to look too disappointed,” Dan joked, moving past Phil and laying on the bed with an “oof!”. Dan answered his own previous question as he skimmed over Phil’s outfit next to him.

“Oh no…” Dan mirrored, his horror soon turning to laughter. “OH. MY. GOD! Oh my god, I can’t be seen with you if you’re wearing this! Please, please tell me this is some sort of prank!” Phil shook his head solemnly and flopped down next to Dan. The younger turned his head towards Phil, who was already looking at him.

“Hi,” Dan mumbled quietly. Phil giggled.

“Hello, Dan.”

“My robes are better than yours.”

“I know.”

“They’re black.”

“I know.”

“Like my soul.”

“Yes, Dan, I know,” They were both just grinning at each other for a moment or two until Dan spoke up.

“I heard Susan asked you to the ball today,” He mumbled. Phil was grateful that Dan changed the subject, as he was constantly fearing that he’d reveal the fact that he was in love with him during more intimate moments with him.

“Yeah, I’m gonna say no, though. She’s nice, I guess, but hanging with you and Louise sounds much more appealing,” Phil responded. And really, he wasn’t lying. She was a nice girl who seemed intelligent, there was just no connection with her, nothing close to how he felt when he was with Dan.

“Aw, but who are you gonna slow dance with, Philly?” Dan teased.

“Hmm, that’s a good question. I reckon it’ll have to be you, then,” Dan rolled his eyes, shoving Phil lightly and sitting up. He glanced at a clock above one of the empty beds next to Phil’s (all of his dorm-mates were at home for Christmas, since they were “too cool” to enjoy a dance) (Who knew Hufflepuffs could be fuckboys?). 10:21. Curfew was at 10:30, so he’d have to run if he wanted it make it to the dungeons before then. Yes, he did know this going in, but he’d barely seen Phil all day. That wasn’t okay in his book. He started making his way to the door.

“Going so soon?”

“Well, yeah, curfew’s gonna start. I really could do without another detention, as Snape already hates my guts. But I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Dan watched as Phil considered this for a moment, but he ended up just shaking his head.

“No, no, don’t be silly. Surely they won’t mind on Christmas. It’s the merriest day of the year!”

“Are you sure that’s allowed? Or even more important, are you sure you want me to stay? I feel as though you’ll get sick of me within the hour,”

“Of course I won’t! ‘Must be pretty hard to get sick of your bffl,” He stated simply, hanging his dress robes up on a hanger that already held a scarf and hat. The black-haired boy walked over to the other, grabbing his wrist and tugging him back to his bed (in a totally…non-sexual kinda….way……). They both sat down, yet seconds later, Phil was on his feet and walking towards a cupboard. He started digging around but soon found what he was looking for, which turned out to be a small red package with a white and green bow slapped on the top.

“Here! I got you a present! I know it isn’t Christmas for another two hours, but I just don’t want to wait anymore,” He nearly tripped over his feet as he walked the four steps it took to get to the bed, but arrived safely and plopped down where he sat before. Dan hesitantly took the present from him.

“I have one for you too, you know. I was worried that I wouldn’t see you until the dance, and giving it to you then seemed weird…so I brought it with me. There was no time to wrap it, though,” Dan said as he started removing the wrapping paper from the box. He raised his eyebrows as he saw a logo from Gladrags, a rather unusual clothing store they’ve been to once or twice (Three times? Four, maybe? Who knows). He opened the box to find a rather beautiful blue-green bracelet with his name engraved in the center. Of course this would break his all-black aesthetic (then again, so did the Slytherin colors), but he knew he’d wear it everyday he could. A grin spread across his face as he looked up at Phil and saw that he had an identical one that beared the name “Phil”. This one, however, was black.

“They’re friendship bracelets, see? Yours is in my favorite color, and mine is in yours! Do you like-oof!” Phil’s explanation was cut short as Dan immediately crashed onto Phil, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in the crook of his neck.

“Thanks, Phil,” It came out muffled, so Phil laughed at the sound and hugged Dan back. Phil sighed after a minute and they broke apart, both of their faces red from slight embarrassment.

“Alright, so what’d you get me then?” Dan’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“No, it’s dumb, I’ll just pop over to Hogsmeade sometime soon and get you something else, yeah?” Phil tilted his head at him and knitted his eyebrows together.

“What do you mean? I wanna see what you got me!”

“But it’s not…it’s not as good as yours…”

“Oh, c’mon, there’s no way I won’t like it! Unless it’s cheese,” Dan muttered something to himself nervously as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a tiny, stuffed lion. He held it out for Phil sheepishly, and cringed when Phil started laughing, assuming Phil was laughing at him. Phil took it from him and held it close to his face, studying it. His face was lit up like a child on Christmas (ok well).

“Dan, this is amazing! He is my son and I shall name him Lion,” Dan’s confidence grew, and he giggled at the name Phil had chosen.

“Lion? How’d you think of that?” Phil just laughed.

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The clock told that it was nearly midnight, and Dan and Phil mutually agreed that they needed to sleep. They had spent the past couple hours completely joyful, laughing and discussing the antic’s they’d get up to at the Yule Ball. Once Phil mentioned sleep, Dan started to panic. Was Phil expecting him to sleep on the floor, or in one of his roommates’ beds? Casually, Dan decided, was the best way to approach this.

“Uh, where should I sleep?” His voice did end up shaking (thanks, anxiety) when he said it, but either Phil didn’t notice or he was kind enough to ignore it. Phil proved unhelpful, however, as he just shrugged lazily. “Well, it’s your room, though…” Phil shrugged again and patted the spot next to him, even though the bed as a twin. Not wanting to go against Phil’s decision (not that he wasn’t happy with it), he nodded and sat next to him. Dan was suddenly very glad that he didn’t have classes that day so he was still wearing his pajamas. He slightly missed not having to wear proper attire when he slept, but with three roommates that’d be a bit awkward. Or, in this case, one roommate.

They both layed down and Phil immediately pulled the duvet over them, mumbling something about how he was freezing. Dan turned his head towards the clock. 11:59. A grin spread across his face as it turned to 12:00 within a few seconds, and he shook Phil’s shoulder. When Phil peeked at him with tired eyes, Dan pointed over to the clock. It took Phil a few seconds to process what that meant, but once he did, he carried a smile not unlike Dan’s.

“Merry Christmas, Phil,” Dan whispered, turning so he was on his back and looking up at the ceiling. He felt the bed move in a way that meant Phil had done the same.

“Merry Christmas, Dan.”

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Title: Antidote
Pairings: mainly NaruHina; slight SasuSaku
Summary: A knot formed in her throat as she became fully aware of what was happening: she was making love with the boy she’d adored her entire life.
Rated: M 
Warning(s): SMUT ( ͡° ᴥ ͡°)
A/N: yay, it’s finally complete! this is part 3 and the last one. part 1 is here and part 2 is here. thanks for reading! ♥ 

“Naruto, get out of the room.”

“Huh? Why?”

“We’re not doing this in the same room, you idiot. You and Hinata go to the other room. Sakura and I stay here.”

Hinata brought her cold hands to her cheeks, hoping to dim down her furious blush. She really wished Sasuke weren’t as blunt as he was. He was only making it much worse for her.

“Fine,” Naruto sighed, standing up. Then, he walked over to her and uttered, “Ummm. Shall… we?”

Hinata’s heart skipped a few beats. Unable to look him in the eye, she wordlessly hurried out of the room as soon as the door opened.

She loved Naruto with all her heart; there was no one else she’d want to have her first time with. So no, she definitely didn’t complain about doing it with him, and she was very grateful it didn’t have to be with a random stranger. Still… why did it have to happen like this? Why couldn’t it have been a normal experience, after several dates and a couple of steamy make-out sessions? Why did it have to be just because a stupid poisonous spider?

She couldn’t believe what was happening. This was so terrible, she would be traumatized for life.

Quickly, she walked down the hall, towards her room’s door. When she reached it, she glanced behind her and noticed Naruto was just closing the other room’s door behind him. He felt her gaze upon him and looked up to meet it, which almost made her squeal with surprise. Hands shaking, she pushed the door open and stormed into her room.

As she caught sight of the closest bed, her own, she began to hyperventilate. That was where it would happen… in only a few minutes… with none other than Naruto Uzumaki… but not for the right reason.

She wondered if he even liked her back. She wondered if perhaps this was a huge sacrifice to him. She wondered if he was doing it just because it was his duty as her teammate for this mission. She wondered if he would ever do this under normal circumstances.

Stop thinking about such things. Stop torturing yourself!

“Hinata?”

Jumping, she spun around and faced Naruto. He was standing right in front of her; when had he gotten there? She didn’t even heard him walk in.

His beautiful cerulean eyes filled with worry as he observed her flushed face. “Why… why are you crying?”

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anonymous asked:

okay but just imaginE.. college halloween au where they both go to lydias sororitys halloween party but jackson, rich frat boy thats only here bc hes supposed to be here, is brooding in the corner and stiles, lame computer kid who technically wasnt invited, drags him to play beer pong and stiles is completely horrible but jackson is actually having a little bit too much fun and they steal a bottle of vodka and go back to stiles' dorm where they watch scary movies and eat candy and kiss a little

writing this one a little bit early since today’s halloween and i don’t wanna be late to the party lmfao ALSO this made me think of greek immediately so this is a semi-greek au in which jackson’s cappie and stiles is rusty BYE

The parties were fun freshman year, but after two years of nothing but, Jackson’s gotten pretty sick of it. He could never admit it aloud, being a member of the party fraternity on campus, a choice he finds himself regretting more often than not these days.

But he still loyally shows up at every party, because that’s what Kappa Taus do. Tonight it’s ZBZ’s halloween party (Lydia had made the rounds to all the houses and threatened their physical wellbeing if they chose the Gamma Psi party instead), but Jackson refused to dress up. The way he sees it, he’s here, and that’s more than enough.

He’s standing in a corner, scrolling through Twitter in silent protest, when someone calls his name.

He looks up and sees one of the KT pledges, wearing a Batman T-shirt but otherwise costume-less. 

“Hey, Stiles, right?” Jackson asks, and when he nods, adds “Pledges aren’t supposed to be here, you know.”

Stiles waves a hand. “Ah, details. Besides, I’m having more fun than you are. Why come if you’re just gonna sit here playing Candy Crush?”

“I wasn’t…whatever,” Jackson says with a huff. “I’m just keeping up appearances.”

“Well, if you want to keep them up well, it’d probably help if you looked like you were having at least a little fun,” Stiles says matter-of-factly. “Come on, let’s play beer pong.”

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Anonymous said: one thing you love about jikook? 

Oh man, there are so many things I love about them… but one that comes to mind strongly is the way that Jungkook looks at Jimin. I am smiling like crazy just thinking about it (it makes me happy?) Jungkook is my bias and obviously I stare at that kid 24/7 and my god.. the way he stares at Jimin sometimes just makes me feel so much?

Like… let me show you, okay. (These will be in random order but here goes)

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hi hello may I please have an au where ziam have been dating for about three years and live together in their own tiny flat

and like, they live comfortable enough, but they still want to provide each other with the best, yeah, so they both work really hard with dreams of getting their own house maybe

and zayn works really long hours a lot of the time, and one night it interferes with the date night liam had hoped for. it’s past eleven when zayn gets home, and he feels mentally and physically exhausted from his day, but also extremely guilty and terribly sorry for having to cancel on liam like that.

but when he gets inside, he’s greeted with wafts of pleasant smells, signs of a home cooked meal. liam ends up poking his head out the kitchen and around the hall to see zayn, and smiles at him, saying dinner’s almost done.

zayn’s heart soars, yeah, and he’ll probably try to go in and try to help, even apologize for tonight, but liam would just shush him, kissing him softly on the lips as he grabs zayn’s fingertips to pull him close, mumbling not to worry about it.

liam says that dinner won’t be done for a while, still in the oven, but he’s already drawn a bath for zayn, figured he’d want one after his day.

and zayn sighs because he really, really does.

but not without liam.

liam grins, even as zayn pulls him towards the bathroom with him.

and like, zayn’s a bit taken aback, yeah, because he definitely didn’t expect liam to put this much thought into it, but it’s a bubble bath and the room is entirely illuminated exclusively by a dozen or so scented candles. it’s very relaxing, if not romantic.

and zayn climbs into the bath after liam, settling himself between liam’s legs, his back pressed against liam’s chest. and it’s not sexual, this; it doesn’t even occur to zayn to even let it be. it’s just relaxing, intimate, that they can do this, be this close, and just that.

liam takes a loofah to zayn’s body, gently caressing his body as he cleans his lover, pressing kisses against zayn’s neck and shoulders as he whispers nothings and jokes into zayn’s ear.

liam comments about the house they looked into the other day. he says he has a good feeling about it. and zayn agrees, remains hopeful, but hardly comments on the subject, as liam only mentions it in passing as he talks about his day.

they’re eating half an hour later, zayn’s favorite dishes, sat in the dining room across from one another in yet another candle lit room. zayn can’t take his mind off how much effort liam went through to ensure they had some sort of date night. it’s so nice and so perfect and so liam.

zayn’s heart is so swollen, it’s almost painful despite how weightless it feels.

and after an intimate kiss, liam sends zayn off to get ready for bed while he cleans up. zayn’s only finishing up in the bathroom when liam enters their bedroom.

and liam, he’s smiling, soft and fond, as he often is with zayn, but he’s got a blush to his cheeks, a redness on his necks that zayn can identify as nervousness.

and liam will chuckle, apologizing on how this isn’t how he anticipated on doing this, how he had it all planned out and such.

and zayn will feel guilty, because liam’s a very thoughtful person, he is, especially when it comes to zayn, and it’s really zayn’s fault that liam’s plans fell through. but liam assures zayn that it’s not his fault, that liam knew beforehand that it wouldn’t matter when or where, but rather liam’s own nervousness that has kept putting it off.

and zayn’s a bit confused, but then liam steps forward so he’s right in front of zayn. liam kisses him, so zayn closes his eyes, but then it’s over and when zayn opens his eyes, liam’s on his knees before him.

and it’s not been a sexual night, so zayn knows liam’s not about to give him a blowjob.

no, instead, liam’s revealing a ring box, looking up at zayn with eyes void of hope and fear but full of love and promises anda future of them, and he’s grabbing zayn’s hand, kissing his knuckles, asking if zayn will be his, if he’d like to take liam as his own, if maybe they can be something more permanent, more official, more sacred.

and zayn’s eyes are a bit blurry, his contacts already out, and now covered in a film of tears. he’s nodding a bit before he can find his voice, so full of happiness that he’s laughing when he answers yes.

bonus points if there is some sensual smut. a moment that puts an emphasis on their intimacy rather than explicit arousal of a quick fuck. soft kisses, gentle touches, slow thrusts; the closeness between the two as they both yearn to become one.

and like, zayn would definitely call into work tomorrow, at liam’s request. zayn thinks he’ll simply spend the day lazing about in bed with liam, and they do, for a while, but at around one liam’s has zayn get dressed, and they go out. they end up at the house that they visited earlier, the one liam talked about last night in the bath. and liam grabs zayn’s hand as they stand on the walkway to the house.

zayn faces liam, wondering what they’re doing here, if they’re meant to be taking a second tour. liam’s grinning, though, when he faces liam.

and then liam’s turning zayn’s hand over, opening his palm. zayn looks down and watches as liam places a key into his hand, gently folding zayn’s fingers back.

zayn blinks, looks at liam whose face is still grinning wide. “we got it,” liam might whisper. “it’s ours, zayn,” he might add, his forehead against zayn’s own. “the house is ours.”

and like, maybe there had been a moment last night where he thought he’d never feel more in love with liam than he had when liam proposed, but here on the walkway to this house, their house, zayn realizes how wrong he was, and how glad he is that he was wrong.

zayn’s hands would reach to liam’s face, his fingers maybe threading through liam’s hair as he kisses him, full stop, just desperate to pour out some of his overflowing emotions in a kiss.

and that’s how it’d end, like, with a promise of their new beginning

anonymous asked:

this between liz and red are way worse now, I think, that for the next scene with liz in Red's arms again - bc I'm suere she will end up there- I hope we'll see a much more intense and intimate moment between these two.

I so agree, nonnie. Those scenes from S2E10 and S2E12 were more painful to watch as I think from the last three eps its obvious that these two are hurting more than before. And I also think that there will be another one of those beautiful, intense moments when the situation changes again - hopefully before the end of the season and with them in each others arms preferably ;)

For once I can happily quote John Eisendrath and his answer from the Q&A as start of an attempt at an explanation: with Red and Liz it’s a two steps forward, one step back type situation.“

That seems to be the nature, the rhythm of their relationship, a dance – two steps forward and one step back - while up to now the size of the steps follows the logic of a pendulum, the further it throws forward into one direction, the further it swings back into the other.

And everytime the pendulum throws back, and they find themselves at odds again like in S1E6 and S1E20 and now S2E10, it cuts deeper, hurts more as they have shared more profound moments together, have allowed themselves to trust each other more, have come to care deeper.

And they both do care about the other.

[the explanation of that got a bit long, so the rest is beneath the cut]

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