bronzed cheeks

After hours

-SNOWBAZ-

Summary: It’s like an unspoken routine – Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.

Word count: 1k

Rating: E

Tags: Shameless smut, fluff



If you ask Baz, all this thing is Snow’s fault.

He hears the unmistakable sound of the door opening and closing. Someone failing to go unnoticed while entering the locker room.

Snow.

Baz is filled with a familiar feeling he can only describe through metaphors and analogies: It’s like his heart is rioting within his chest, trying to make an escape; and every cell of his body has suddenly forgotten its main function and has joined the heart’s revolution.

“Baz,” Snow says, behind him.

Baz turns around. “Snow,” he whispers, through his clogged throat.

If you ask Snow, there’s no thing whatsoever. “Come here,” he says.

It’s like an unspoken routine – Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.

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anonymous asked:

50. from the prompt list with monty where myb they take a selfie and she's the one saying and they kiss?

combined two requests!!! 

from this prompt post

50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”

Originally posted by chriswoods

“Y/N?!” A loud yell awoke you from your slumber, and you lazily rolled over onto your back, flipping your sunglasses up to your forehead as you opened your eyes. A large shadow covered you, blocking the sun as you raked your eyes over the figure standing in front of you. He was tan, totally ripped, and a bright smile spread across his face, dimples shining brightly. You felt your heart start to pound slightly harder as you recognized the tall boy.

“Monty! What a coincidence, running into you here. It’s nice to finally see you off a Snapchat screen.” His smile grew even wider, if it was possible, and he plopped down onto the sand next to you, showering you with the scratchy substance. You didn’t even notice, you were so enraptured with him.

“Sorry.” Monty took off his Ray Bans, his honey brown eyes eagerly shining as he wrapped a heavy arm around your shoulders. “I’m so glad I saw you here! I was just kind of wandering around aimlessly and then, thank god, I saw you. Whatcha doing here?”

“Nothing, really. Just working on my tan. None of your friends are around?”

“Nah. Dempsey’s working. Bryce is somewhere in Europe. I’m riding solo.”

You laughed. “No girl you dragging around with you?”

Monty smirked, his cheeks flashing slightly red as he looked away. “Nah, there’s this one girl I’ve been sort of talking to, but… I don’t know what she sees us as.”

“Dude…same. Except, like, it’s a guy so….”

“Are you serious? Any guy would be totally lucky to have you. C’mon, you’re funny, athletic, and smart, like so freaking smart…. and I mean….” He motioned up and down your bikini clad body. “Damn.”

You’re making me blush! Besides, Cruz, you’re not too bad yourself.” You poked his stomach, smiling up at him as you casually reclined in the sand, holding yourself up by your hands, making sure to graze the side of his pinkie with yours. He didn’t pulll away.

“Aw, thanks babe.”

You felt your stomach bubble at the nickname, the typical feelings of an angsty, teenage crush. But this time, through the late night Snapchats and the hours of missed sleep, you had fallen harder than usual for this boy, with his wry smirk, and his cocky self confidence attracting you like a magnet. So you gave yourself the small indulgences, the thoughts that you may actually be the only girl receiving the shirtless mirror pics, the only girl getting the “goodnight beautiful” snaps, the only girl he spoke to. But you knew that that just wasn’t the way that Monty worked, and despite his previous words about falling for a girl (who you were certain wasn’t you), you still held on to the tiny flutter, that tiny grasp of faith, the one thing that you kept, like a secret scarf tucked away as a final act for a magician. Except, this time, you didn’t know whether that scarf would fall from your hand before the big finale, or if it would be produced with a flourish, astounding not only the audience, but also yourself.

“Hey, let’s take a selfie for my story! That way I don’t look like a total loner this summer!” Monty laughed, flipping his sunglasses down as he moved closer to you, wrapping his arm around your bare stomach as you grabbed your phone. He took the small screen from you and raised his eyebrows, smiling widely.

In a leap of faith, you turned and placed your lips on his cheek just as he pressed the shutter, and you felt him shift slightly closer to you just before you pulled away.

“How’s it look?”

Monty shielded the top of the screen from the glare.

“Wow. That’s adorable. You’re adorable. Shit, girl. Stop being so cute, Y/N.” You snatched the phone from him and glanced down at the screen. Monty looked blissfully happy, and a small smile was visible on your profile even with your lips on his bronzed cheek.

“Damn, Monty. Your jawline looks amazing here.” You took a breath, pausing for a moment to steel your nerves before continuing. “Y’know, we’d make such a cute couple.”

“We would, wouldn’t we? And thank God you said that, because I was wondering how many more shirtless snapchats I’d have to send before you realized I was really freaking into you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

You smiled, eyes shining as you looked up at him. He wrapped you in a bear hug, pushing you to the ground as he hovered slightly over you.

“I’ve always wanted to make out on a beach.” You whispered, your eyes flashing down to his lips as a coy smile played across them. You reached up and tangled your fingers through his hair, pulling him down to your face. Monty paused just before your lips met, his just brushing yours as he whispered back.

“Good thing I can start this relationship off by making a dream come true.”

Your Choice (Drake x MC)

So, I had this epiphany this morning.  If Maxwell is supporting Savannah, and MC chooses Drake, which will doom house Beaumont, how will Maxwell help provide for Savannah?  Wouldn’t choosing Riley mean that Savannah is going to suffer?

This fic came to mind afterward, and I have to admit, it was fun writing villain!Maxwell.  I’m sorry it’s so angsty, I just can’t seem to write Fluffy!Drake well.

Summary: Maxwell makes Drake choose between the two women who matter the most to him.

Rating: M for language.  Look away, children!

Word Count: 1827

         So this is what love felt like.

         Taking the stairs two at a time, Drake grinned to himself.  He knew he had to look like an idiot, but he didn’t care.  For the first time in a long time, he didn’t mind what people thought, what people said.  With Riley at his side, knowing how she felt about him… he could get through anything.

Without even looking around to see if anyone was watching, he jumped up and high fived one of the statues lining the hallway, spinning around—

         —straight into Maxwell.

         Drake jumped back with a shout, his hands flying upward defensively.

         “Jumpy are we?” Maxwell asked, raising an eyebrow impishly.  

         “Jesus, you’re so quiet it’s like you’re part cat,” Drake muttered, brushing past him.

         Maxwell followed him, undeterred.  “You were dancing.”

         “No I wasn’t.”

         “And you were singing, too.”

         “I was humming, it happens, Beaumont.”

         “Ha!  So, you admit it!”

         At his door, Drake turned and rolled his eyes. “What’s your point?”

         Maxwell chuckled, “You know, the last time I saw you humming and dancing was that night in Rome, after we got drunk at and you snuck off with the waitress to the back room and—“

         Maxwell stopped suddenly, his eyes going wide. Drake felt his cheeks turn bronze as Maxwell scanned his face, taking in his reddened, bruised lips and his mussed hair.  “Jesus, Drake… what have you done?”

         Drake grabbed Maxwell by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the bedroom, slamming the door.  “Shut up, someone could hear you!”

         “I sure as hell hope so!” Maxwell shouted, his face reddening as he glared at Drake.  “Are you out of your goddamn mind?  Riley?  Drake, you know how Liam feels about her!”

         Drake groaned and reached up, raking a hand through his hair before he sighed.  “I know how much he cares for her, Max.  But now, I know how she feels about me… and I know how I feel about her.”

         “Do you have any idea what this is going to do to me?  To—to us?”

         “The court loves a scandal,” Drake muttered, trying to convince himself of the excuse he’d been repeating in his head ever since their passionate kisses in the study.  “And there’s a new one every month.  No one will remember Riley after Liam’s married to Olivia or Madeline anyway.”

         “You can’t have her!” Maxwell shouted.

         Drake seethed and advanced on Maxwell.  “Why the hell not?  Because I’m not noble, like you all?  Because I work with my hands and don’t have someone do my dirty work for me?  Because—“

         Maxwell took a step forward to meet him, his gray eyes turning to cold daggers.  “Because if you do, Savannah’s going to suffer.”

         Drake stopped cold.  He stared down at Maxwell, his hands curling into fists.  “What the hell did you say?”

         Maxwell didn’t back down and raised his chin a notch. “The money you found… it’s for Savannah.  I’ve been sending her cash every month since she left to help support her. But if Riley throws Liam over and marries you instead, Beaumont House is damned.  Everyone will know we’re broke, and I won’t be able to support her any longer.”

         When Drake said nothing, Maxwell took a step towards him and raised his eyebrows in challenge.  “Who knows… someone might even leak some gossip about what happened to her to the news.  That won’t look good for her at al—“

         Drake grabbed Maxwell by the front of his shirt, throwing him against the door.  To his surprise, Maxwell fought back, kneeing him in the stomach and pushing him off. Drake knelt on the floor, wind knocked out of him as he gasped for air.  With his back to the door, Maxwell winced and rolled his neck.

         “Drake… if you want to know what happened to Savannah, you need to ask her yourself.  I’ll tell you where to find her, I’ll even give you the money to take to her yourself, but you need to leave tonight, without Riley.”

         Drake stood, teeth bared as he cracked his knuckles and wondered how badly he could hurt Maxwell and get away with it.    “You’re honestly asking me to choose between my sister and the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with?”

         “That’s right.  Spend your life with Riley and ruin Savannah’s, or let Liam have her and Savannah will leave in peace for the rest of her life.”

         “You’re a fucking bastard,” Drake bit out.  “You were the one who took the pictures and tried to sell them to the press, weren’t you?”

         “For Savannah!” Maxwell shouted.  “So don’t you dare criticize me for that.  What will it be, Drake?  Savannah or Riley?”

         Drake turned, reaching over his head and gripping the back of his neck as he paced across the floor.  Savannah or Riley?  It wasn’t that simple… what about him?  How could he live with himself if he had to make this decision?  But no matter which way he sliced this, he was not going to come out a winner.  But, he wasn’t a damned good card player for nothing, and if he played his hand right, he could make sure he was the only loser.

         He turned back to Maxwell, heart sinking into his feet.  “I’ll need your help.”

                                                            **

         Riley yawned, rubbing one eye with the heel of her hand as she walked through Beaumont House in her pajamas.  She didn’t know why Maxwell had texted her that needed her to do the seating chart at eleven pm, but she wasn’t about to argue, not when she knew how much help he and Bertrand needed.  

         Besides, maybe this would be a good time to tell him about her and Drake.  Surely, he’d understand.  Yes, it would be difficult for Beaumont House and she felt terribly about that, but she had no doubt that he and Bertrand would come out on top of this somehow.

         She was just around the corner from the parlor when she heard Maxwell’s voice.

         “Wait, you did what?”

         She stopped at the parlor door, slowly looking around the corner.  She knew meeting Maxwell near midnight was innocent enough, but she didn’t know who else might be there and try to make a scandal out of it.  To her surprise, she saw Drake sitting with Maxwell, his back to the door.  A bottle of whiskey, more than half finished, sat on the table.  Neither of the men had glasses on front of them, but she saw why as Drake picked up the bottle and put it to his lips.  

         “It was genius, really,” Drake said, his voice lowered by the alcohol.  “I…I told Tariq that Riley had a crush on him.”

         “Why would you do that?” Maxwell asked, his eyebrows shooting up in alarm.

         Drake laughed, but it sounded hollow and cruel. “To get back at him for all the petty shit he always does.  I thought it would be funny to watch Riley punch him out, honestly.  Figured it would serve his spoiled ass right.”

         He ran a hand across his forehead.  “Of course, I didn’t think he’d attack her in her bedroom.  But you know, that had a bonus I hadn’t counted on.  I got to go in and play the knight in shining armor and help her out. She was so grateful she took the shirt right off my back.”

         He laughed and Riley shrank back from the door, disappearing around the corner.  Her stomach rolled and she began to tremble, her fingers turning cold.

         “I figured it was a one time only thing, but then she came at me in the study today like a bitch in heat.  It was amazing!  Liam’s going to have his hands full with that one… wouldn’t surprise me if she comes sniffing back around me again a month after they’re married.”

         Choking back a sob, Riley turned and rushed down the hallway, walking as quickly as her feet would take her.  She tripped on the stairs and fell, sobbing briefly into the carpet before she forced herself up again.  She’d been made a fool of once already today, she wasn’t about to get caught sobbing by some servant on the stairs.  

         In her room, she slammed the door and locked it. She ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower, stripping off her clothes before she stepped into the steaming shower.  She anxiously scrubbed the scent of his cologne off her skin, along with the feel of his hands on her hips and the scratch of his stubble on her cheek and neck. But no matter how hot she turned on the water, or how hard she scrubbed, she knew she’d never be able to remove the stain he’d left on her soul.

                                                            **

         Maxwell held up a hand, his eyes glancing towards the door.  “She’s gone.”

         Drake leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes as he took another long swallow.  There was not enough alcohol in the world to help him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

         Maxwell slid the envelope full of cash across the table.  “You have the address, you have the cash… leave.  And if you ever come back, I’ll tell everyone everything.  I’ll ruin Savannah, and I’ll ruin Riley too.”

         Drake opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Wordlessly, he pushed himself up and grabbed bottle and the envelope full of cash off the table, not bothering to look at Maxwell.  If he did, he didn’t trust himself not to beat the bastard senseless and leave him for the wolves on the floor.

         He left the parlor and walked to his room at the opposite end of Beaumont Manor, gripping the envelope harder as he took another long swallow of alcohol.  In his room, he slammed the door and began to shove the few items he owned into his duffle bag.

         “It’s fine,” he said to no one, his head spinning. “She’ll be a Queen, and Savannah will be safe.”

         Satisfied he had everything he’d brought, he threw the bag over his shoulder and left with the bottle in hand, taking the servants staircase out the back door.  He was almost to the road when he heard the guitar.  

Stopping, he turned and looked back at the manor, surprised to see the light in Liam’s room on and the window open.  He couldn’t see the prince, but he could hear the faint sounds of an acoustic guitar as its player picked out a slow, romantic tune he’d heard on the radio.

         Drake stopped and, after taking a last swallow on the bottle, threw it as far as it could go until it shattered somewhere in the vines.  Without looking back at the manor again, he turned and made his way down the road, his eyes fixed to the west, where Savannah waited and where, one day, he might be able to forgive himself.

anonymous asked:

Shance where Catboy!Lance trying to seduce Shiro

The lithe, thin tail curls around Shiro’s calf as Lance presses his hands to the other’s broad chest.  Shiro’s heartbeat jumps on his pulse points at the combined feeling of that tantalizing hint of claws over the fabric and the tail now sliding up his legs.

 “Lance,” he licks his lips and gulps, noticing how blue eyes greedily track the movements, “what’s going on?”

 Lance’s ears twitch a little on the top of his head, brown, soft fur capturing the light in such ways that Shiro is tempted to – touch.

 “Have I ever told you,” Lance grins, and with the blush coloring his bronze cheeks he looks like a perfect vision, “how purrfect you are?”

CRUSH ;

Originally posted by changkyunsfw

Summary: Changkyun always sees the girl in the coffee store but has never done anything about it until one day

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. i’ve literally just made this up.

Members: Changkyun from Monsta X x female reader

Rating: PG

Words: 913 words

a/n: there aren’t many POC writers out there so I thought why not? we need to someone to represent because not everyone is aryan. 

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toomuchdamage  asked:

Prompt for the challenge: An accidental pregnancy fluffy fic with bellarke goodness

A|N: Canon-verse, accidental Bellarke baby!

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It only occurs to her that there’s something wrong when she starts retching at the smell of panther meat roasting over the fire.

Raven grabs at her shoulders when she begins to sway, setting her upright. “Jesus, Clarke. Are you sick?”

“I don’t think so,” she bites out, gritting her teeth at the sensation of bile rising up her throat. “I thought it was the virus that’s been making its rounds around camp, but I’m not feverish or coughing or anything like that. It’s probably just fatigue.”

Raven shoots her an unimpressed look at that. “You’ve been like this for weeks, Clarke. I may not be a professional, but I don’t think retching and nausea is a symptom for fatigue.”

“No, but I get like this sometimes,” she points out, wiping at her mouth absently, “during my—” the words die in her throat at that, realization dawning “— my period.” She manages, her breath rushing out of her in a fell swoop. “Fuck.

“What?” she asks, her eyes widening in alarm. “Clarke?”

It’s hard to stay calm when Raven’s looking at her like that; her palm coming up unconsciously to cup at her still-flat stomach. It’s impossible. Irrational. But she can’t quite remember the last time she had her period, and there had been reports of implants failing ever since they got here—

She swallows, meeting Raven’s gaze. “I think I’m pregnant.”

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Bella’s MET Gala Makeup

Prep:

  • Dior Life Micellar Water
  • Dior Life Fresh Hydration Sorbet Creme

Face:

  • DiorBlush Vibrant Color Powder Blush in Mimi Bronze on cheeks and forehead/hairline
  • DiorBlush Sculpt Professional Contouring Powder Sculpt on apples of cheeks

Lips:

  • Dior Contour Couture Color, Voluptuous Care in Jungle Brown 
  • Dior Addict Lacquer Stick in #420 Underground 

No info on her eyes or foundation!

Luristan Horse Bit Cheek Plate, 8th-7th Century BC

In the form of a winged genius with horns.

By the second half of the second millennium BC, the horse had been domesticated for about 500 years and was not only used as a draft animal but also was ridden. New harnessing techniques developed, especially bits, to whose cheek plates were fastened the ends of the reins and the head straps. These cheek plates were true works of art in Luristan (western Iran) at the end of the Iron Age, in the eighth and seventh centuries BC.

The plate seen here is the survivor of a pair and was originally attached to the other plate by a rigid crossbar (finishing in scrolling), which is also missing and which ran through the hole in the centre of the creature’s body. The remaining plate depicts an imaginary creature seen in profile, with the head turned in full face view. It is an androcephalous winged bull with two horns on its head, indicating its divine nature. Its wing finishes in an aggressive wild beast’s head that seems poised to attack. The genius is affirming its dominant power by trampling a small animal, doubtless a kid, that also forms the line of the ground. The various straps ran through the two rings at the edge of the wing. The plates were probably backed with leather or cloth to soften the contact between the metal and the sensitive edge of the horse’s mouth. Images of real animals such as tigers, leopards, mouflons, bulls, and horses gradually replaced the earlier imaginary creatures.

.random fluff..!

She was invitingly warm against his thumb; he brushed her lightly there, feeling the soft exhales between her teeth. There was no flutter of lashes under his caress, nor did her body stir and was aroused by his proximity. Nay, certain flowers only bloomed when daylight fell upon them and they were netted with golden rays of sunshine. She was like this, unburned and unhindered by the trials brought forth to her domain. Where shadows lie, she did not, yet his darkness cocooned her in its cool caress because she allowed it to. His aether was that of the night; it was a chill upon her bronzed cheek, something to force a gasp to part from her soft lips.

But, for now, he minds himself and retreats from pursuing his urges. He watches her sleep and sees the reflection of serenity cast upon her visage. His fingers find the tresses of gold, spun of dawn’s first light, and tucks them behind her elongated ears. And, just for a brief moment, he hears the whisper of his name when doing so. She dreams of him, and her smile gives evidence of that fact.

The night shall forever chase the day, and daylight shall welcome the night to give her reprieve. Polar opposites in every, and all regards, yet surrender is found in murmurs and confessions cast not into the winds for any to hear, but shared ilms from their lips finding contact.

A flame, known to be unquenchable, had turned to embers from weariness, and though he longed to remain awake and see if her stirring will reignite him anew, he found that his restlessness soon turned to exhaustion. Her hair spilled in waves of gold across his arm, and he pressed his lips to her forehead while guiding her frame to press to his own. Every curve was felt, and he found his home here; lost in the perfume of spring, and the heat of summer, and he granted her the cool kisses of winter across her ear and cheek.

Dawn was to break soon, but he secretly hoped the night would keep its dark tapestry hanging upon the heavens longer, so he may remain here, untouched by the world, at her side.

missingapulse  asked:

💐 // val & tilly !!

( @mctiilda )

  • okay first, i’m going to do a THING, like literally, val and tilly are probably the LAST ones to get their shit together and get married because valentine promised matilda that he wouldn’t make a lifetime promise to be with her until he found it in himself to no longer be a god
  • and fOR A WHILE, things looked bleak and it was probably super angsty and these kids probably were so sad with each other and val’s eMPTY HABITS UGH VAL U SO PROBLEMATIC
  • lowkey tho calypso’s iconic line becomes val’s line for a while: “would you love me if i was anything but what i am?”
  • but one day, val came home with the brightest, most childish, sweetest smile that tilly’s ever seen on him bECAUSE HE LIFTED HIS OWN CURSE AND PUT HIS HEART BACK IN HIS CHEST, and proposed to her right then and there like no hesitation oMG
  • their baBY BOY is a toddler at this point (i think he was two in the para i wrote if i remember correctly????) and some of the most important decisions to the wedding were made by him (tilly probably brought him to choose a wedding dress and tilly chose the dress by which dress her baby boy smiled the most at)
  • they have a lighthouse reception omg and the wedding party consists of the dalma-shan family and the hundred acre wood family, like it’S SUCH A STRANGE MASH UP OF PEOPLE BUT EVERYONE GETS ALONG ( @thxliadalma@illyriadx , @xiacli // @caspiia@bounceybridget @neat-freak-sable  legit i can’t think of who else is in the hundred acre fam forgive me if i forgot you sorry <3 )
  • it’s such an adorably small reception, the baby boy is the ring bearer (with weiwei helping him to walk) and adrianna is the flower girl (cUTE LITTLE OTTER CLUTCHES THE BASKET LIKE IT’S HER SPECIAL ROCK OMG)
  • val and tilly’s vows are both sO EMOTIONAL like tilly talking about being brave and how love can change people and val apologizing for all the shit he put her through and love is his greatest weakness but he wouldn’t change it and aHHHHH
  • their reception is at in the hundred acre wood and they’re greeted by the heffalump famILY AND TILLY JUST HAPPILY DOES A HEFFALUMP CALL and the baby boy tries but fails and i need that in my life, tilly finally abLE TO AH
  • literally bolin goes all Uncle Iroh and talks about tea and life lessons during his speech, thalia roasts val because val is a drama queen, illyria forebodes something “falling apart”
  • it was the cake, the cake fell apart because the baby boy was left unattended for TWO seconds. no one minds, everyone’s got kids, so they eat the cake anyway. 
  • lumpy and tilly dancing as heffaLUMPS THO THE CUTEST SIGHT EVER OKAY I LOVE HEFFALUMPS
  • val and tilly follow a map tilly found for their honeymoon on a ship val built (val ends up buildi, while thalia and bolin babysit the baby boy. tilly found it in the library archives and it had a crab on the corner of it and she was like “HEY!!!! CRABS!!!! THE DALMAS ARE ALL ABOUT CRABS!!!!!”
  • it turns out the map led to the place where davy jones fell to his death after calypso was released from her human bounds. a small, rocky island arose and on it– two music box lockets were at the center, intertwined. to this day, valentine’s sure they were wedding gifts. tilly uses the melody from the music box to lull the baby boy to sleep when they reach hOME

Smashbox Fusion Soft Lights - Chic Copper. Absolutely love this highlighter so much. It can be used as more of a bronzer with the darker color, or sweep your brush over all the colors for a peachy highlight. 

Snowbaz Coffee Shop AU

This is my contribution for the first day of the Carry On Countdown!!! Here is my Coffee Shop AU (sorry it’s probably horrible…)

There was a boy. That shouldn’t have been alarming, considering that they where the most popular coffee shop in Britain, but there was a boy.

The bell that hung above the glass door jingled and a flurry of winter snow blew in. The boy’s mouth and nose where shoved into a blue scarf that matched his extraordinary eyes. His hands where shoved into the pockets of his jumper that was too thin for this kind of weather. He had a knitted hat on his head that was pulled over his ears, covering his bronze curls and his cheeks where flushed from the cold.

He pulled the hat off and shook the snow from his hair as the door closed behind him. He strided over to the counter where Baz stood, looking bored until the strange boy walked in.

The boy flashed a smile at Baz, his nose red from the cold. Baz cleared his throat, trying to ignore the fact at how incredibly handsome the boy is.

“What would you like?” he says.

“Wh-wh-whatever is warm,” the boy says, shivering from the cold.

“Everything in here is warm,” Baz says, exasperated.

“Then whatever you recommend,” the boy says with a wink that fails dramatically, making it look more like a blink. Baz wasn’t sure if he was flirting, and he didn’t want to open up his mind to the idea that someone could be interested in a worthless nobody like him. Especially at a first glance.

“How about a Pumpkin Mocha Breve?” Baz asks. The boy smiles warmly.

“Sounds perfect.”

The boy, who Baz later found out was named Simon, came to the shop everyday after. He stayed long enough that Baz practically had to force him out. The only question that swirled in his mind waswhat could he possibly be doing that led him to stay for so long.

It couldn’t be what the normal customers did. Some brought bland silver laptops and clicked away frantically, some finishing up almost late school work and others stealing their wifi to hastily send emails. Once in a while they would get a writer with a brightly colored laptop case or a notebook embroidered with the title of their latest work, finally getting a moment of peace to finish their long overdue chapter. Authors weren’t the only ones there for the quiet. Occasionally the little introverted bookworms would order a cup of tea and a piece of lemon pound cake to read, caffeine drifting through their nostrils. There was also teenagers just looking for a place to hang out as they chattered excitedly about upcoming events. Every customer had a story, and that was one of the reasons Baz liked his job.

But this boy, he was something else. He never brought anything with him. He never blended into the crowd of people clicking away or stood out in the way rowdy teenagers did. He always drank his coffee quietly with a smile, and Baz felt his eyes on the back of his neck as he gave someone else their drink. Sometimes he would pull out his phone, listen to music, or text someone who demanded his attention. But whenever he came up to Baz, he would constantly have his cheery presence and make small talk. He’d laugh at Baz’s jokes and Baz kept having to remind himselfthis was not flirting.

Somehow, though, they managed to create a friendship. The antisocial barista and the boy made of sunshine. Baz felt his heart lift every time he glanced at Simon and his laugh brought his spirits up a little bit higher. He tried convincing himself that he was not in love, but he immediately knew that was a lie.

Baz was cleaning up the coffee shop, taking away plates and paper cups, brushing crumbs off of the toffee colored couches as Simon sat in his usual seat, playing with the tea bag hanging out of his cup. His hands where scared and his nails where ragged, as if he’s been biting them. Baz found himself wondering again what was up with that boy.

“Do you think that maybe one time you can get out of your job to meet somewhere else?” Simon asks, looking in his lap. He licked his chapped lips and tapped his foot nervously, his insides spinning. Get a grip, Simon. It’s not like you asked him to be your boyfriend. It’s not even asking him out, he thinks to himself, but people these days where always misinterpreting things and he was worried that his feelings would be in plain sight. Baz was just so handsome and he wanted to find a time where they could talk outside of the rushed after hours where Simon had to leave before the manager came.

Baz stiffened, pursing his lips. He breathed in deeply and Simon knew he made a huge mistake.

Baz wasn’t thinking. Not really. His brained sort of shut off, letting his heart take over. He strides up to Simon, who is fiddling with his phone case. He put his fingers on his chin, lighting his face up so Simon was looking at him. For a fleeting moment, Baz wondered if his heart would force him to press his lips to the mysterious boy’s, but instead, he only said five words.

“Nothing would make me happier.”

Baz tapped his fingers nervously on his jeans in the pattern of his recent piece he was learning on the violin. He wore his hair loosely around his face and had a black t-shirt on to go with his disappointingly black hair. Baz took ages looking at his wardrobe, wondering what he should wear. He then figured that Simon had planned this to be casual, not at all thinking of it romantically.

He chose to meet at the park. Baz pushed away the thought of how incredibly romantic that could be.

Of course, Simon knew that this had the potential to be romantic, and he counted on it. He attempted to flirt with Baz, who was oblivious to it. As the day progressed, he realized that this was probably going to end up to be a platonic date, not a date with an outcome of a potential boyfriend. Then… a delicate matter came up.

“So… how’s life at home,” Baz asks, awkwardly. Of course, Simon promoted him to ask that by asking how Baz’s family is, but it still brought back horrible memories.

Simon squinted his eyes shut as he remembered what awaits him when he leaves the coffee shop in the evening.

His father would ask where he was as he quickly replied with “study group.” He always caught his lie. He’d round on him, a venomous look in his eye. He’d demand to know, and when he did, he would spat at him, saying that his mother didn’t die in child birth so that he could waste his life doing unimportant things. He’d yell until the veins where popping out of his neck, and it only got worse when he found out Simon was bisexual. Everyday was a constant verbal abuse, and everyday his spirits sunk a little lower.

Then he fell in love. He fell in love with the boy behind the counter who always seemed shocked at anything Simon did. He loved surprising him, and he thought that maybe he did have a future.

“S-Simon?” Baz asked, grabbing Simon’s wrist. Simon realized he was crying as the tears splattered onto his hand.

“I-it’s okay. Y-you don’t have to tell me,” Baz says, trying to decide if he should wipe the tears off his face.

“Um… do you… um…” Baz struggled to find the appropriate words, but Simon just hugged him, burring his head in Baz’s shoulder. Baz stood their awkwardly before wrapping his arms around Simon. That’s when he realized that this was not some silly little crush. This is what he wanted.

With a shaky breath, Simon breathed in Baz’s ear, “Will you be my boyfriend?” His heart was already broken enough, and all he wanted was for someone to mend it.

By the way Baz clutched him tighter, Simon knew that his answer was yes.

Anything for my mermaid. (Emison fanfic)

“Ugh.” Emily sighed whilst moving her hands down the blue dress she was wearing.She sat down on the bed and pulled off a pair of black heels. A date tonight with Alison was on the cards, but she just could not decide what to wear. Was it the blue dress or the black dress? Or maybe the date was going to be casual. Was it too much? “Grr.” Emily croaked whilst pouting and letting some air escape her mouth which moved a stray strand of her brown locks away from her face.

“Casual or Fancy?” she tapped into her phone before sending the message to the girl of her dreams.

“You always look great, Em.” replied Alison.

“Great help.” Emily sighed. She eventually got annoyed and decided she was just going to wear the figure-hugging blue dress, which showed off her curves.
She fixed her lipstick, powdered her face a little more and grabbed her black bag and a black blazer because it was kind of chilly.

She walked out of the hotel room, locked the door and took the elevator to the ground floor. There she was met with a man who held a huge bouqeut of pink roses. Emily didn’t expect Alison to be this romantic. It was like the tables turned.She was escorted out of the beautiful hotel, which was actually quite expensive and luxurious. The man opened the door to a black limo.
“Oh my god, a limo?!” Emily gasped in surprise and admiration.Ali clearly went to a huge effort, but why?

After the ride, she pulled up to the sidewalk and the lovely chauffeur opened the door and helped her out. “Thanks.” she smiled before walking up to the blonde girl who was standing in the most beautiful dress. It was a flowing salmon pink dress, with a leg split. Alison had her hair straight. (It had grown long, again.) and a pair of silver heels.

“Hello, Em.” Alison smiled then bit her lip. “You look really beautiful.”
“Says you, Ali.” Emily blushed. Alison hooked onto Emily’s arm and they kissed, softly on the lips. Emily rested her head on Ali’s shoulder as they walked to their destination. Nothing could be more perfect. All the horrible things, all the secrets and all the lies were over. A fresh start.

Emily was expecting a little bistro or a small restaurant, but when they arrived, Emily was overjoyed. Alison looked at Emily, a grin spread across her face as she watched her girl’s eyes glisten. “You like it?” she asked.
“Like it? I love it!” Emily replied. 

Emily glanced. Wine and candles, on a blanket under the moon, right beside the Eiffel Tower. The lights sparkled, the moon seemed to wink and the stars danced. It was just perfect, Alison really thought of everything.

After they had a few glasses of wine, Emily grasped Alison’s hand.“I love you.” she whispered, placing a kiss on her bronzed cheeks.
“I mean, who doesn’t.” Alison replied bluntly. Emily paused about to speak up before a grinning Ali chuckled. “I’m just kidding,” she laughed. “I love you, more than the stars.” the two embraced in a kiss. Alison’s hands holding Emily’s hip and Emily’s hands clasping to Ali’s face, ever so gently.

“I need to ask you something.” Alison played with Em’s fingers.
“Sure.” Emily’s eyebrows frowned in confusion.

Alison looked down, moved her hands away from Emily and reached into the picnic basket, filled with wine and cookies and cheeses.

She pulled out a small pink bag, with a little tag. She passed it to Emily.
‘To Em, My love. x" Emily read the tag with a huge smile.
She opened the parcel. There was a pink box. She opened it slowly. “Oh my, Ali!” Emily giggled. “It’s beautiful.”

She held a silver necklace in her hands. It had a blue jewel, inside a heart. It dazzled, beautifully. Emily pulled her hair to the side and Alison helped her put the necklace on.

“If you like that, you’ll like this more.” Alison pulled out another box. Smaller in size. She opened it. Emily’s face dropped in surprise, joy and excitement.
“Emily Fields,” Alison bit her lip and looked down.“Would you be my wife?”
A tear came to Emily’s eye.
“You’re the girl I want to be with. I knew a long time ago I loved you and that I could never let you go, ever.I wanted this day to happen. I dreamed of it all the time. I thought of it every time I saw your smile, or your eyes. You complete me, Em.”
“Wow."Emily chuckled a little. A flicker of joy flashed across her brown eyes. "Yes, Ali.” Alison slipped the ring onto her finger. They just smiled at one another for a short while. Everything was right, in that moment.


“Now, maybe a celebratory dinner on top of the Eiffel Tower?” Ali laughed.Emily’s face dropped in disbelief. “You did not!” she put her hands over her mouth.

“Anything for my little mermaid.”