but i like other houses' words too!

EXO’s Types of Relationships

Included OT12 cause you know

1.Baekyeol (You knew it would be here)

  • The opposite bestfriend relationship
  • A lot of people are often intimated by Chanyeol’s out there personality
    • But not Baekhyun
    • He’s intrigued by it
  • Baekhyun’s outgoing but to an extent
    • Which Chanyeol likes because he gets to be the one to show him something new

2. Sesoo My children

  • The “Open” relationship
    • No, not like polygamy
    • Like easy access
  • “Don’t ask a question you’re not willing to answer yourself.”
  • These two have a mutual understanding of each other
    • Kyungsoo is very bad at expressing his feelings and Sehun has walls set up around him
  • Which is why there is no pressure

3.Taoris cries in otp

  • The “understanding” relationship
  • People generally just go along with Tao rather “bratty” attitude
    • So Tao’s used to getting his way
    • But not with Kris
    • Which he didn’t really like at first
  • Kris isn’t the type to give up easily
    • Especially not with Tao
    • Because he admittedly likes his attitude
    • But he could easily call his bluff
  • “I’ll leave!”
  • “No you won’t.”
  • It’s okay though because though he’d never admit it. Tao likes that someone could stop him

4. Sulay

  • The “Trust Fall” relationship
  • Suho has trust issues(I’m willingly to bet everything on that)
    • So he’s not all that stable
  • Lay’s presence alone is enough to keep him steady
  • Sometimes Lay can’t always be right by him
    • Which scares Suho
    • And it might even make him go under
    • But it’s okay because Lay would willingly drop everything to bring him back to the surface

5.Hunhan (don’t act surprised)

  • The “I hate you, don’t leave me” relationship
    • *BTS’ house of cards starts to play*
  • These two are so similar it’s dangerous
  • Sehun has trust issues (It runs in the family)
    • Which makes it a little hard for Luhan
    • Sehun knows that too but he doesn’t know how to tell him, that all he wants is Luhan’s attention
  • Because there’s something so pulling about Luhan that makes him freeze

6. Kaisoo OTP for life

  • The “No Word Needed” relationship
    • Eyes lock and they know what each other want
  • They’re the quite kind of love
  • Light touches, short glances and soft smiles
    • It works because Jongin doesn’t like to share what’s his
    • And Kyungsoo likes to feel secure
  • Jongin gives Kyungsoo a feeling he’s never felt before
    • Nervousness
    • He doesn’t mind though because he kinda likes it
    • And Jongin knows too

7.XiuChen That otp material though

  • “The” relationship
  • Because they’re what everyone hopes to get out of their relationship
    • A friend
  • They know each other
    • Deeper than favorite colors or birthdays
    • Their biggest fear
    • Or how their feeling without even seeing them
  • They are the connection
blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x make sure to check them out ♡


You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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anonymous asked:

is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you? yano cuz u short

Anonymous looked up at the sky, not trusting the colour smeared upon the horizon. Horizons could be misleading, they knew. Horizons could convince you it was still daylight, even when the whole of the sky arced above you in a sprawl of midnight. Looking forward was not always enough. Sometimes, you had to look up. 

Directly above Anonymous, the moon cut its teeth into the clouds, drawing blood and bruising the darkness with its waxen light, waning at the edges. It was time. 

They did not have long. The witch had told them, as she reluctantly handed them the bag of herbs, that the spell would only be useful for the minute or so that the moon was at its highest. The minute was upon them. 

Fifty five seconds left. 

Cursing themself for having lost track of time, Anonymous reached into their trouser pocket and pulled out the little drawstring bag. With hands shaking in anticipation, they emptied the contents into the small well they’d dug into the earth all those hours ago, and covered it back over with dirt. Fingers crossed behind their back, they stepped away and waited.

It did not happen immediately. Magic takes time, the witch had said. Magic does not come to you when you ask for it; it comes to you when it’s good and ready. You can cast all the spells you like, scatter all the herbs and make all the offerings, but magic cannot be summoned - only tempted. 

The seconds ticked by, and Anonymous waited.

This had been a long time coming, they reflected. They had waited too long for the taste of power on their lips. They had been too long distant from how it felt to be in control. They had learnt too early their place in the world, and they had too soon come to rue it. The chasm between want and have had grown inexorably bigger since the day they were born, and now they were here. 

The mound of earth did not move. Anonymous thought about the time they had first felt insignificant - the first time they had realised that they stood small in the face of all things - and counted the seconds. 

With ten seconds left before the spell died, the magic came. 

Magic has no face, has no body. It takes no form and it holds no weight. The witch had told Anonymous this herself. Magic simply is; it is because no other word will do, but it is not. It cannot be, and has never been, and yet it is. 

When Anonymous thought about it, it was all rather complicated.

Best, then, not to think at all. Best to give voice to thought and make it speech. 

Anonymous cleared their throat and began. 

“I suppose you’re wondering why I summoned you here - ” 

I was not summoned. 

They flushed, the soundless sound surprising them even though they had been expecting it. Do not fear the voiceless voice, the witch had warned. It speaks, and is silent. The words are only half your own. 

Breathing slowly, they tried again. 

“No, of course not. Sorry. I’m not - I haven’t used magic before.” 

And you still have not. I am not here to be used. Say what you would have, and I will do the same. This is not a service. This is a trade.

“Right. Yes. Sorry.” They inhaled, exhaled. This was the only chance they would have to resolve the conflict that had been the shape of all their life. This was the resolution of aporia; of feeling as though they deserved everything, yet having nothing. Of knowing that they should be free, but being everywhere in chains. Of wanting, and of not having. “I want to feel powerful.” 

In what sense? Power is not all-encompassing. The queen ant is powerful to the workers, but weak to the heel of the boot. What power would you hold? Do you seek to command nations, or to master the arts, or to take another as your own? 

Anonymous considered how best to formulate their response before replying. Precision was key here. The witch had made it clear that magic would grant you what you asked, whether or not it was exactly what you wanted. 

“I’m tired of being silent,” they said eventually. “I’m tired of being unable to say whatever I want. I’m sick to the teeth of thinking all these thoughts - great thoughts, too; thoughts that could topple cities and part seas - and being forced to keep them to myself, all because other people think that their own feelings are more important. Well, what of my feelings? What of feeling inadequate? What of the weight of being told to keep silent? Do they know what that does to a person?”

As they spoke, they could feel their heartbeat rise, pumping and roaring in their ears, in their veins. “Sorry,” they added. “I’m getting carried away. But to answer your question - I want to have the power to speak my mind.”

In all things?

They contemplated it. “Yes. In all things.”

The silence was real for a few moments before it became illusion.

I can help you.

“And will you?” 

Yes. It will require exchange, however.

At these words, Anonymous could hardly contain their excitement. “Anything. I’ll give you anything.” They took their purse out from their other pocket, and held it out towards the mound. “I have money. I have a house, too, but that’s back in town. You mightn’t like it there. My neighbours - ”

I would have your face.

Anonymous faltered. “My what?”

Your face. That is my offer. I will give you unlimited and unprecedented power to speak your mind. All thoughts you have will be given voice, and you will never again be forced to turn away from speaking aloud what you have always been taught to keep silent. In return for this extraordinary power, I would take from you your face, and in so doing I would give myself form and body. You would never again be silent; I would never again be invisible. 

“But wouldn’t I suffer without a face? How would anyone know that it was me who was speaking?” Anonymous asked, wringing their hands around their purse. 

I have named my payment. Now I would name my price. The price of this power is thus: the knowledge that all thoughts you give voice to will be dampened by your lack of face. That everything you ever say to another will be tempered by your lack of identity. That no-one will again know whose thoughts you speak; only that you do speak, and in all things. 

There was nothing for it. They would have to decline. They could not accept these terms. What power came at such a price, after all? What king had ever ruled his country with no name or face? What lover had ever made another theirs with no identity? 

All the times they had been asked to hold their tongue; all the times they had been scolded for speaking their mind; all the times they had uttered the wrong words at the wrong time and had suffered for it: all this had been for nothing. 

Although, Anonymous admitted to themself, the thought did appeal on one front, and one front alone. It was undeniable that a certain freedom was gained by completely giving up one’s identity. After all, who could be held accountable for a deed when the deed was done by one with neither name nor face? Who would they scold when the words that were given were not the words that were wanted? Who would suffer when the things said were not things that people wanted to hear?

Only those who heard them, of course, and not the one who spoke them. 

And immediately, ashamedly, wonderfully, the decision was already made, had perhaps been made years ago. 

“It’s a deal.” 

You agree to the payment and price?

“I do. Take my face, and give me the power I seek.”

The deal is struck.

And then the moon, which had begun to falter at its peak, was suddenly once more at its highest. The minutes had been returned. 

Hand trembling, Anonymous reached up to touch their face, only to find that, of course, there was no face. Where their image had been - the folds of their mouth, the curve of their nose - was now smooth and featureless. There was nothing there at all.

“Are you happy?” came a voice from behind them. 

Anonymous whirled around, and came face to face with their own face, worn by another. “Who are you?” they asked, and a thrill chased up their spine at the realisation that there was no fear behind these words at all. Their voice did not falter. The question was biting, crystalline.

“I am Magic,” replied the impostor, “given form by our deal. Is it to your satisfaction?” It cocked its head inquisitively, Anonymous’ old eyes seeking validation in their new setting, and Anonymous felt powerful. They were looking at their old self - their weaker, voiceless self - and they were free.

Anonymous drew a deep breath in before responding. “is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you?” they asked.

Magic blinked. “I don’t understand.” 

“yano,” continued Anonymous, “cuz u short.”

“Why are you saying that?” asked Magic, eyes darting left to right in placid uncertainty. “I don’t understand. I gave you what you wanted. You could say anything you wanted, and no-one would ever hold you accountable. You could take a lover with intricately crafted sonnets, bend ears with your scintillating rhetoric, and yet you choose - ”

“is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you? yano cuz u short,” interjected Anonymous, feeling giddy and drunk with power.

Magic blinked again. “You have the choice of a thousand languages, billions of words - ”

“is having a ginormous fat peen - ”

“Sometimes,” Magic interrupted, “silence is the more powerful weapon after all. I could undo what I have done, but I think it best not to bother. Some people will never learn. I wish you luck with all things, and may you one day find your power useful, for it will not aid you in the pursuit you have chosen.”

With that, Magic was gone, and Anonymous’ face was lost to them forever. Now alone, Anonymous looked gleefully at the small mound of earth that had been their salvation. They thought of all the things they would say tomorrow, and they smiled.

At least, they would have smiled, had they been able.

Far away, Magic rolled its new eyes, and decided to write a sonnet. 

Forever Friendzoned

Pairing: Y/N/Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 3.500+

Summary: How many blind dates and failures does it take for Y/N to realize that the only guy who will truly love her is her best friend and the completely friendzoned guy Michael?

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to an imagine where Alex and the reader were partnered together for a project but they both forgot to do it so they have to pull an all nighter at one of their houses but they're too busy trying to impress each other with cheesy pick up lines so their project ends up a lot more rushed and awful than it could be? Your blog is one of my favourites by the way ❤

Great idea anon! Honestly send me more Alex I need me some more inspiration for my Joy Division nerd ~

969 words, Alex Standall/fem!reader

Your phone vibrated next to you with an incoming call, it was Alex Standall, the boy you had been partnered with for your geography project.

Wait.

Your geography project! 

Rapidly smacking the ‘accept’ button with your thumb you flung your phone up to your ear, and the two of you instantly started shouting about how you were so sorry that you’d forgotten, and how you had to get it done tonight to get it in for tomorrow (the last possible turn in date). 

You gave him your address and got out a few arts and crafts supplies from your ‘artistic’ days of your childhood. You had to make a poster describing something to do with coastlines, something that neither of you had the first clue about. 

You’d just about set up the cardboard and felt pens which had probably dried up in the past eleven years when a knock came from your door, yelling to your parents that it was for you. 

“I’m sorry that you have to have me in your house at ten to ten at night but this has gotta be done.” 

“It’s no problem really, and no shit it’s gotta get done!” 

The pair of you half assed coastal erosion research for the first few minutes, taking short handed notes. 

“Ever realise that erosion kinda rhymes with erection?” you blurt out, already exhausted from all the panicking and rushing around to pull your shit together. Alex snorted and smirked over at you on your bed from your desk chair.

“You give me coastal erections.”

“Colossal erections, babe, you just missed a trick.” it felt weird joking about erections and being a little flirty with someone you hadn’t spoken to, outside of your constant complaints about the lesson in geography. It was quiet for a minute, Alex trying to be serious and carry on his research before bursting out into a fit of laughter. 

“It’s not even that much past ten and I’m already going crazy.” 

“I can’t wait for your craziness peak, then,” everything you said came out tinged with that tone of voice you use when flirting clumsily. 

Time passed again, Alex shouting out facts about colossal erections coastal erosions for you to write down in your most presentable handwriting, complete with pictures.

“Holy fuck, we’ve only just done the first stage? You nearly cried, taking a look at what you’d already done. 

“Hey, we’re being detailed, and we’ve got all night.” 

“Yeah but I don’t wanna go all night.”

“Said no one to anyone, ever.” Alex smirked at you rolling your eyes at yet another discreet innuendo. A few more crude sex jokes later (now how in holy hell have you managed to make a geography project so sexual, Standall?) he moved onto pick up lines, you following his lead, both of you daring each other to get cheesier with them.

“Are you a magician, because when I look at you, everyone else disappears!”

“Ohh, that’s weak, y/l/n - do you have a bandaid? I scraped my knee falling for you.” you made gagging noises, pretending to stick your fingers down your throat. 

“My god, Alex I had no idea the extent of terrible pick up lines.” 

“I’ve got some pretty nasty ones.”

“I bet I can top all of your shitty pick up lines.” 

“Bite me.” he’d scooted off your desk chair and onto the bed where you’d been since you’d started; however the project was on the floor, only two out of god knows how many stages of erosion completed. 

“Hey Standall, does your left eye hurt? ‘Cause you’ve been looking right all day.” he actually laughed at that one exclaiming:

“You’re terrible, y/n,”

“You bet.”

“You’re sixty-five percent water, and I’m thirsty.” You threw your head back and laughed over dramatically. 

“Okay, enough, enough, you’re disgusting.” Alex’s face turned serious, making you do the same. “Ah god, sorry, do you wanna keep going with the project, or?” you trailed off, watching Alex watch your lips move. 

He snapped out of whatever daze he was in, shaking his head lightly. “Sure thing, I’ll get back to the research.” You were a bit upset that you had to actually pull an all nighter doing geography, instead of flirting with the hot new friend you’d just made.

He spun out some more facts to you, going quicker than ever once you both realised it was nearly four am and you needed to sleep at some point. The A3 poster found its home on your bedroom floor yet again to make room for a very tired Alex next to you. It was scruffy and lacked a lot of information, but it was good enough near to done so you both accepted it. 

Flirting with each other seemed a better use of six hours anyway.

You got up and ready with each other that morning, firing even more pick up lines at each other, and even more on the walk to school. You went to part ways in the hall to get to your lockers until you mentioned one pick up line you’d both over looked.

“Y’know what this shirt is made of? Girlfriend material.” 

“I’d like to take more than your word for that one, y/n. Wanna get a coffee or something? I used to be a regular at Monet’s, so I can get us some free stuff.” he mentioned with a wink, not waiting for you to fully respond, only taking your first uttering of the word ‘yes’ as his answer. “Cool, see you tomorrow? It’ll be cool to hang out, sans the homework right?” 

“Right, totally.” he gave a little wave before turning away, making his way to his locker. 

You were exhausted, naturally, but you were pretty sure that you’d just gotten a date from a few cheesy pick up lines. 

thewanderingdreamer  asked:

Headcanon: The Slytherin Prefects having a rough batch of first years who are crying/upset about being in Slytherin when they reach the dungeons. So they go get Professor Potter, who is not much better with crying first years, until he's honest with them. "Look I didn't want to be in Slytherin at your age either, but I can tell you I'm proud of each of these Slytherins, and I know I'll be proud of you too." The Prefects being at first annoyed, then reluctantly enjoying his frankness.

Even now, so many years later, Harry remembers what it’s like to be eleven years old. With near painful clarity, he remembers standing in the entry way to the Great Hall, listening to the nervous shuffling and whispering from the other students around him. “What house do you think you’ll be in?” “Anything but slytherin. I’ll take hufflepuff before I take slytherin.” Harry only has a basic sense of what those words mean, but he recognizes all too well the tone they’d said “slytherin” in. The same tone Uncle Vernon used when he talked about “hippies”. 

When the Sorting Hat was dropped over his ears and the Great Hall disappeared, the anxiety was enough to nearly choke him. He listened to the hat whisper in his ear, saying “slytherin” like some dark promise. He’d begged at the time, anything but slytherin, anything but slytherin

Now, sitting in front of eleven year old equally as, if not more, upset than he had been, he decided to be honest. He’d been honest with the Sorting Hat and they deserved that same level of honesty. 

The Prefects had trusted him the least when he’d become their House Head. It hadn’t been easy for them to protect their younger housemates from the scorn of the other houses and even harder to fulfill their duties as Prefects when three fourths of the houses refused to listen to them half the time. What was Harry Potter, the boy who lived to defeat Voldemort, the heir to Slytherin, going to do for the young snakes crying in front of them? They’d seen no other option though, so they reluctantly marched the sniffling first years to Harry’s office and barged in the door without knocking. 

“We’re just not sure what to do.”

Harry looked down at the six students in front of him, tears stained faces with red rimmed eyes. There was awe in some of them, fear in others. Harry swallowed past the nervous ball in his throat. 

“Uhm, ah, everyone sit down. Prefects, you may return to the dungeons, I’ll escort them back in a little while.” They were halfway to the door when he rushed to add a, “Thank you.” They looked at him with unfathomable eyes before shrugging and disappearing out the door. 

“So,” he started after a beat of awkward silence, “Tell me what’s going on?”

They all rushed to explain, tripping over their words and speaking over each other. Harry held up a hand when he’d heard enough, effectively silencing them. 

“I’m going to be honest with he,” he said seriously, “I didn’t want to be in slytherin either. The only reason I was in Gryffindor was because I asked the Sorting Hat not to put me in slytherin. 

He rushed to keep speaking when they started to open their mouths again, undoubtedly about to ask him if they were allowed to go ask the Sorting Hat too, “I asked for that for the wrong reasons. I thought that slytherin house was bad. I thought that it was the house for dark wizards and witches. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to make any friends because how could I be like them?”

A sense of panic overtook the first years, as if he was confirming all their darkest thoughts. Harry smiled reassuringly. 

“I was wrong, though. Some of the bravest, best people I’ve known have come from slytherin house. Some of the most cowardly of men have come from gryffindor. There is no right or wrong house to be in. If the Sorting Hat thinks that you’ll succeed in slytherin, it’s because you have all the potential and traits to do so. And I’m here to help you do that.”

The first years calmed, thinking this over and staring at him with calculating eyes. One by one, they slowly nodded and wiped away tear tracks from their cheeks. Harry grinned triumphantly and stood from his desk. 

“Now, why don’t we return to the common room. I’ll introduce you to some of the mermaids that like to sit by the windows.”

The walk to the dungeon was filled with excited questions and bright eyes. 

Second Love (pt. 02)

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader.
Genre: Angst, SummerLove AU, Fluff & (future) Smut
Word Count: 6.3K

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve been giving to this story <3 The next part will be the final one ohh :’(

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02  |  Pt. 03


Summer 2006

Since that night you were sure of one thing: you would stop thinking about Yoongi. You would stop liking him. You started ignoring him at the Gong’s farm, but that was an easy task, since he was the first that started ignoring you in Mr. and Mrs. Gong’s presence.

But unfortunately, Yoongi started going out with the boys again. You had to see him every night and when you arrived home you were exhausted from the effort it took you to ignore him. He was still staring at you every time your eyes accidentally landed on him and you were sure he was trying to drive you nuts. First he told you that you should get over him before you fell something deeper for him, and then he kept staring at you like that. He was contradicting himself. Maybe he didn’t hate you, but you were starting to hate him.

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Meeting Zalfie || Joe Sugg Imagine

“Love you ready to travel down to meet my family?” Joe says trapping me in his arms, kissing the side of my head softly.

“I’m never going to be ready,” I mumble, attempting to break away from his grasp, but Joe being Joe, he doesn’t let me instead squeezing me into his chest tighter.

“It’s all going to be perfect,” He whispers kissing my cheek, letting me go and walking to his room grabbing our bags and taking them down to his car. Joe was going to drive us down to Brighton so that I could meet his sister, Zoe and her boyfriend, Alfie We were going to be staying with Zoë for a few days. I had been so nervous to meet his family, fear of rejection plaguing my thoughts.

“I’m leaving with or without you so I suggest you get you cute little ass down here and come meet my family with me,” Joe yells into his apartment, I chuckle softly putting my phone into my pocket making my way out of his apartment locking the door. I follow Joe, he opens the car door for me. I grin up at him and stand on my tiptoes and kiss him softly. I step into the car and sit down. Joe makes his way into the car and we begin our journey to the Zalfie household.

“Are you stressed about today?” Joe asks I jump slightly, we had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

I nod my head slowly, “Yeah, a little, but its normal, I think,” I trail off giggling softly, Joe brings a joined hands up to his face. He presses his lips to the back of my hand softly. I feel the butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around, goes insane. A wave of emotion hits me like a truck.

“Hey Joe,” I say softly after a few more minutes of quiet driving, He hums in response, “I love you.” We hadn’t said that we loved each other yet, we just knew.

I watch him as he concentrates on the road in front of him before he realizes what I’ve said. He looks over at me grinning widely, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He continues to smile and lean towards the steering wheel a shy smile gracing his features. He looks back to me, “I love you too,” is all he says, we go back to sitting in silence, my hand still held tightly in his.

A few hours later we arrive at the Zalfie household the nerves build back up, but I bury them when I see the excitement evident on my gorgeous boyfriend’s face. I watch as he eagerly makes his way around to me taking my face into his hands kissing me softly, I grin into our kiss knowing what it meant.

“Are you guys just going to make out in my front yard or are you going to come inside and say hello?” I jump away from Joe, blushing when I realize that it was Zoe.

“Wow Zo, Killing my game much,” Joe chuckles making his way over to his sister embracing her. I slowly make my way over to where the two are stood, I wrap my arms around my waist not knowing what to do with myself. Joe pulls away from Zoe, and takes a step towards me taking my hand in his, he always seems to know what to do when I need him to something.

“Hello Y/N, it’s nice to finally get to meet you, I’m sure you’re aware that I’ve heard of you,” She giggles softly, “Please come inside make yourself right at home.” she says opening the door for me to step through, I look back at Joe watching as he nods “I’ll be in soon love, just need to get our bags,” I look back to Zoe smiling and following her inside, once we’re inside her living room, she takes me into her arms making me laugh slightly, “Thank you,” she whispers into my ear.

“For what?” I finally use my voice.

“You make my brother so happy, I’m so glad that you both found each other,” She lets go of me tears gathered in her eyes.

“Please don’t cry,” I say panic evident on my face, she laughs softly.

“You’re as bad with emotions as Joe is,” She smiles over at me.

“You’d be surprised on how romantic your brother is, well normally, I was the first to say I loved him, which was in the car on the way here,” I nervously babble out.

“Wait you guys said that you loved each other for the first time today?” She asks staring at me with her mouth open.

“Uh,” I trail off, “Yeah?”

She bursts out laughing. “You guys are so cute, Hey Alf come here!” She calls out to Alfie.

I see a tall man make his way into the room that Zoe had led me into. “Hello, I’m Alfie, it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N,” Alfie says hugging me.

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” I say stepping back from the couple, Joe make is way into the room, and wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder.

“I love you,” He whispers kissing my cheek, making my blush a deep red.

“So Y/N I feel like as your future sister in law I’m legally obligated to tell you embarrassing stories about Joe,” Zoe says laughing when Joe groans burying his face in my neck. I laugh and nod my head, “Please do, Then I can tell you stories of our relationship,” I wink at her.

“Oh my God, Yes!” She takes my hand in hers and drags me away from the boys, “Come with me,”

I giggle following her into her second living room, we sit on the floor and that’s where we sit swapping stories for hours, eventually, our girl talk being crashed by our respective boyfriends.

“So do the fans know yet?” Alfie asks. Joe nods his head, “She basically lives at my housemate, if they didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to vlog,” He chuckles kissing the side of my head quickly.

“We’ve known about you for ages Y/N/N, Joseph hasn’t been hiding you from us, Alfie is just trying to figure out the rules for videos,” Zoe says laughing.

“Yeah this kid doesn’t shut up about you, like ever,” Alfie laughs at Joe’s obvious embarrassment. I spin my head to the man that’s sitting next to me, I raise an eyebrow, he looks down to his jeans, “Like what?” I direct the question to Alfie seeing how red I can get my boyfriend’s cheeks. I watch as his eyes snap up to Alfie and widen, the red on his cheeks becomes more apparent. Alfie, Zoe and I all burst out laughing.

“Don’t tell her mate,” Joe warns, challenging Alfie with his eyes.

“Why not buddy? I’m sure Zoe and Y/N would love to hear that story,” Alfie laughs. I turn my gaze away from my Boyfriend and place my eyes on Alfie.

“Okay, now you actually have to tell me,” I say concern flashing over my face, Zoe’s face is locked on Joe’s, “What happened?” I glance over each face.

“Mate, I’m going to have to tell her,” Alfie says, worry clear in his eyes.

“I’m right here, I can hear you,” I feel anxiety bubble in my chest.

“Fine, but if she breaks up with me I’m going to beat your ass,” Joe mumbles laying his body down. Joe wraps his arms around my waist, calming me down. He loves me.

“Okay so before you guys got together Joe, Marcus and myself went away, and during them few days, he wouldn’t shut up about this girl that he had met, Y/N, but the thing is is that he thought that you were into Caspar,” Alfie says, I laugh softly.

“That’s really all that you didn’t want me to know?” I look down at my boyfriend who shakes his head ‘no’, I bite my lip.

“I didn’t want him to tell you, how he helped me plan our first date, but since we’re on the topic of things I didn’t want you to know, I didn’t say 'i love you’ first because I still think you’re joking about being into me,” He says standing up and walking out of the room. My mouth falls open, tears prick my eyes.

“Uh, I’ll go talk to him,” I mumble following him up to the guest bedroom.

“Joe? What was that?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms are bracing him against the wall.

“Please just pretend you don’t know how insecure I am,” He mutters spinning around to face me.

“I love you, insecurities and all,” I say standing on my tip toes to kiss him, “Now please have a good time, and relax a little, I like knowing all the little things about you,” I wink.

Instead of saying anything he presses his lips to mine, the kiss is sweet and innocent. We are hopelessly in love. I pull away from him and hold his face in mine, “By the way you’re way hotter than Caspar,” I wink making my way down the stairs back to where Zoe and Alfie are sat. I smile at them subtly letting them know that he was alright, “He’s okay,”

I watch as the two look to each other and back up to me, “What?”

“He loves you a lot, but I’ve never seen him be so un-Joe-like before, He’s a completely different person,” Zoe says, a small frown gracing her features. I feel the anxiety bubble in my chest again, “Is that a bad thing?”

Her eyes speak the words she’s too afraid to say, “Oh,” is all I say, picking up my phone from her coffee table, “I’ll be back soon, I’m just going for a walk,” I exit the house before she or Alfie can stop me.

I turn my phone off when I can no longer see the house, tears well up in my eyes. I let my feet take me in any direction they choose and before I know it I’m at the sea, I take a deep breath. The smell and sound of the ocean are so calming to me. I take a step onto the beach and sit on the stones. I feel the tears begin to fall, I lay my back down on the stones and think about Zoë, is she right? had I changed Joe? I’m a bad person, I don’t deserve him. I lay there for a while longer with my eyes closed. I open them after I had finished crying and sit up when I notice that it’s dark out.

“Well fuck,” I mumble under my breath. I turn my phone back on and notice that I have fifteen missed calls from Joe. I hear the sound of steps on the stones.

“I wish you hadn’t of left you know?” I here Zoe’s voice say, “You sent my brother into quite the anxiety attack.” I glance up at her and back to the sea in front of me.

“I-i,” I attempt to talk but Zoe cuts me off.

“I really like you, I love you and Joe, But it’s weird seeing him so in love,” She says sitting down next to me, “I told him that you’d be here, I can tell that it’s your safe place as well as mine, but that boy was far too upset to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Is all I say.

“He loves you so much. I’m sorry if I said something that offended you, but all I meant by it was that you are both acting ways too grown up for your age, Hell you’re what? 22? Joes 25. You guys are both already better adults than I am,” She laughs making me laugh, “But please just try and have fun, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone,” I nod my head.

“He’s my other person,” I say shrugging, “Have you met your brother? I don’t think that he’s mature at all,” I chuckle.

“You ready to come home now?” Zoe asks standing up, holding her hand out for me to take, “I drove so we won’t freeze getting home.”

I smile and take her hand standing up. I hug her, “Thank you Zo,” We make our way to her car and back to her house.

Joe is stood out the front, worry evident on his face. I step out of the car and make my way over to Joe,  "Why did you leave?“ He asks pulling me into his chest.

"I just wanted to go for a walk,” is all I say, not wanting him to feel like I don’t like Zoe. I lean up to kiss him softly, “I’m okay,”

“You turned your phone off,” He pouts, I look around and notice that Zoe has gone inside to Alfie.

“I’m okay, you’re okay, let’s go inside and do something with your sister that doesn’t involve either of us walking off,” I chuckle taking his hand, pulling him inside after me.

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Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam takes the reader into the woods for a romantic night, but what she tells him causes a shift in the mood.

Word Count: 1,294

Warnings: semi-public smut (they’re in the middle of the woods), Sam being sweet and adorable, fluff

A/N: My first [decent] aesthetic! Told from Sam’s POV. Inspired by this song.

Laying in the bed of my old truck, the wind whirled around us, cool air running over the skin left uncovered by the blanket I’d brought along. My lips connected with the soft skin of her neck, barely touching, the warmth from my lips and breath leaving a spot that was especially affected by the chill. She gasped in sharply, her hands came up to grip at my shoulders as I moved to hover over her.

Her head leaned back on the balled up t-shirt she was using as a pillow, and the speakers permitted faint bumps of bass drum beats to come through the windows. The bed liner rumbled under her back, but all I could focus on was the pounding in her chest, like her heart was physically trying to jump up at me.

The chilled breeze whipped around us, following my fingers through her hair. If I could commit one thing about this night to my memory for the rest of my life, it would be the way [Y/N] looked. The moon was so bright, shining down and illuminating her in ways the sun never could, casting shadows of the trees across her face and body. 

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Knee Socks | Chapter Two

Content: Teacher!Au | 16+ content

Genre: angst | smut | fluff

Word Count: 2k

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A/N: I feel romantic guys. I hope you understand my lateness but I was not satisfied with this and I will post just when I think it's good. So I hope you enjoy this moment between this two. Thank you for reading my stories!!!

Originally posted by schnpsl

| my teacher’s house | 

My life wasn’t a bed of roses. I had everything I wanted and when I desired but I didn’t have one thing: love. I guess that’s why I got surrendered by it when I saw his face for the first time. People think that for having what I want I lived in a happy life. My father could be a doctor and my mom one of the best lawyers of the city but, when he came home with his shirt marked in red and she started to spent her money on alcohol, the situation drowned. They didn’t love each other anymore and working take full charge of their lives. What matters if you are rich and have a good job if your life is fucked up?

I knew the moment I stepped at the front door that my parents were arguing. I could hear they shouting angry words at each other and even things being broken. I decided not to enter and sat down at the doorway. Will my marriage be like this too? Not loving each other and just worrying about money?

After one hour I entered the house and saw the living room destroyed. The family pictures were on the ground, the glass covering the rug with its little pieces. This never happened before and I could guess what was the reason behind their argument. Another woman. I heard footsteps coming my away and turned back, seeing my father holding an ice bag on his forehead.

He chuckled and threw the phone he held on the couch.

“Your teacher called me” I looked to the ground while preparing for what was coming next but I got surprised when my dad let out a smile “He said you are one of his best students and that you put so much effort on your tasks. I’m proud of you Y/N”

Wait. Mother hasn’t told him about my detention? And why did Mr. Park called my dad? And more: he told good things about me although none of those were part of the truth. I stood there with a confused face and my dad noticed, asking me about it. Of course I wouldn’t tell him the truth.

“Uhm… Thank you appa” I said and went to my room.

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Seize The Moment

YouTuber!Au Series

Word Count: 1654

Genre: Fluff


“Make sure to say ‘congratulations’ on our behalf!” Exclaimed Joshua.

The two older boys sat adjacent each other on Joshua’s couch. The news of Seungcheol’s engagement had been spreading like wildfire, even though his vlog hadn’t even been finished yet, let alone uploaded.

“I definitely will,” Seungcheol began as he stood up, “I’ve got to get going. Thanks for the collabs, guys!”

Joshua and Vernon, who’d stood up too, bid him farewell in unison as they watched him disappear out the front door of Joshua’s house. The three of them had just finished shooting a video for each of their channels, trying to make the most of what little time they would have to see each other.

“Yeah, Josh, thanks so much for letting me film my new video in your house.” Vernon said, with gratitude.

“Don’t mention it,” Joshua replied, “What’s this one going to be about?”

“Oh, it’s going to be the ‘Touch My Body Challenge’. I invited my friend, (Y/N), over to do it with me.”

“Ah, (Y/N). Is this the person you’ve been talking so much about lately?”

“Well… Yeah… (Y/N) has been on my mind a bit more than usual.”

“Are you nervous about filming a video together?”

“Well, normally I wouldn’t be. But, this particular video has me kind of… Worried. I think it’s also this whole thing with Seungcheol’s engagement. He just proposed yesterday and now the entire city knows! (Y/N) isn’t a YouTuber, I don’t want the publicity to seem scary.”

“Why would it be that scary? It’s not like (Y/N) is going to be on your channel every week.”

Vernon sighed and slouched in Joshua’s lounge chair. Joshua really didn’t seem to be getting the hints Vernon was dropping, though he just wasn’t ready to admit to himself, or Joshua, that he liked you. Luckily, and unluckily at the same time, you interrupted the awkward silence by knocking on Joshua’s front door.

He opened the door and greeted you with a warm smile, “Hi, you must be (Y/N). I’m Joshua.”

“Hello,” You responded, shaking the hand that Joshua held out for you, “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of your work on YouTube.”

“Thank you so much! You’re here for Vernon, right? He’s inside.”

Joshua stepped back from the doorframe, allowing you to enter the living room. Lo and behold, there was Vernon. He had stood up to greet you, though his welcome was more stiff than Joshua’s. It was just the slightest bit peculiar, considering Vernon had known you for nearly ten years and Joshua had just met you. He raised his arms, as if to give you a hug, but as soon as you drew closer to him, he quickly lowered them. Opting instead to shake your hand, Vernon shyly scratched the back of his neck as Joshua began readying the audio equipment.

“Hey,” Vernon started, “How are you?”

“I’ve been good. What about you? It must’ve been fun hanging out with Seungcheol and Josh again.” You replied, looking at your hands instead of at him.

“I’m good too. I’ve been really busy with YouTube lately, but, it’s fun.”

Normally, the two of you would have gone on and on, until Joshua had to snap you both out of it to film. But, for some reason, the conversation simply dissolved. All Vernon could do was shove his hands into his pockets and try his hardest to avoid your gaze. But why was he acting this way all of a sudden?

You concluded that it could’ve been because Vernon and Joshua were awkward with each other, so the atmosphere was tense. But even that - seemingly the most logical conclusion - didn’t quite add up. The two of them looked to be all buddy-buddy just a second ago.

Before you could think about it for any longer, Joshua called for your attention as he was done setting up.

“Ok guys, the mic is ready, the camera is positioned. If you guys are ready to go, we can start.” He announced.

Vernon looked to you for approval, shrugging, “If you’re ready then I’m ready.”

“I’m good.” You affirmed, walking over to sit on the couch, at which the camera was pointed.

Vernon sat next to you, though not very closely. He sat for a moment in silent, most likely thinking about how to go about moving closer to you, then he scooted over the slightest bit. To the both of you, it seemed to make a world of difference, but to Joshua who sat behind the camera, Vernon still appeared to be at the other end of the sofa.

“Uh, Vernon,” Joshua called out, “Can you move closer to (Y/N)? You’re at the very edge of the frame.”

Vernon complied, cautiously moving in your direction again. This time, it was slightly more than before, but Joshua still did not seem pleased.

“A little more.” He urged.

Vernon moved over again, not stopping until Joshua told him to do so. But by then, you and Vernon were sat so close next to each other, your thighs were touching. Naturally, the both of you began blushing furiously, your cheeks hot and your nerves flaring.

Joshua wore a smug grin, yelling, “Ok, and we’re rolling.”

Vernon clapped once before putting on his best smile and greeting the camera, “What’s up guys, welcome back to another video! I’m here with my friend, (Y/N), say ‘hi’ to the people watching!”

“Hi~” You cooed, cutely waving to the camera.

“Today we’re going to attempt the ‘Touch My Body Challenge’. If you don’t know the rules, basically, it’s that one person is blindfolded and the other person lets them touch a specific body part and the blindfolded person has to guess what body part they’re touching. Sound like fun?”

He turned to you with his bright eyes and relaxed smile. He was so charismatic, and so handsome that you could barely stutter out an answer to his question. Instinctively hunching over in embarrassment, you tried to hide your rosy pink blush by moving some of your hair in the way. But, it didn’t help as much as you hoped, because Vernon took out the blindfold and just kept going with the video.

“Ok, (Y/N), do you want to go first or should I?” Asked Vernon.

“Um, whatever you want.” You answered, hesitantly.

“Why don’t you just go first? Unless you want me to…” He trailed off.

“Oh no, it’s fine.”

With a silent sigh of relief, Vernon handed you the blindfold to tie around your own eyes. Even though he was reluctant about admitting to his crush, he definitely knew he was not ready to touch various parts of your body.

As you tied the blindfold, vision completely blacked out, Vernon awkwardly sat and played with his fingers. Joshua noticed his nervous fidgeting from behind the camera, but stayed quiet for a while. Though, with the way your collar bone was accentuated as you struggled with the blindfold, Vernon only became more restless.

“Hey, Vernon,” Joshua interrupted the silence, “I think the camera just died.”

“Crap,” Vernon hissed, “Alright, (Y/N), just wait here and I’ll be right back once the camera’s working.”

“Ok, I’m just not even going to take off the blindfold then.” You stated.

“Cool. We’ll try to do this super fast.” He assured you, getting up from the couch and dashing to Joshua’s side.

Joshua gestured for Vernon to follow him, “The charger’s in my bedroom.”

The two of them didn’t even make it up the stairs before Joshua stopped and spoke to Vernon in a hushed voice, “What are you doing out there?”

“What do you mean?” Vernon asked, a nervous tone to his question.

“I mean, why are you so awkward with (Y/N)? Aren’t you good friends?”

“Well, yeah, but… It feels different now, for some reason. I can’t explain it.”

“Let me have a shot then. You like (Y/N).”

“What?! That’s ridiculous! That’s crazy! That’s… True. Josh, I think I like (Y/N).”

“So you finally admit it.”

“I don’t know what to do about it. What if I confess too soon and get rejected? It’d make our friendship weird.”

“From what I can see, it looks like (Y/N) kind of likes you back. Just make sure you go about it the right way.”

With a reassuring pat on the back, the older boy strolled down the stairs and back into the living room, sitting in his original seat behind the camera. Vernon followed closely behind, with greater confidence than before but still no real idea about how to confess to you.

“Did you guys find the charger?” You asked, feeling the sofa cushions being weighted down as Vernon returned to his seat next to you.

“Yeah, the camera’s fine.” He muttered.

Had your eyes not been covered, you would have seen Vernon blankly staring at the wall. He was in pretty deep thought for a moment, replaying Joshua’s advice in his head over and over again.

Feeling a sudden surge of confidence, Vernon decided to lean over and peck your cheek, just below the blindfold.

Your eyes shot open beneath the fabric. Not even bothering to untie the blindfold, you lifted it over your eyes to reveal a blushing Vernon smiling to himself.

“What was that?” You asked, not necessarily mad about what happened.

“I like you, (Y/N). I always have.” He admitted shyly.

Seeing him like that, all cute and vulnerable, your heart nearly melted right then and there.

“You know,” You started, “If you want to kiss me again, next time, you don’t have to do it while I’m blindfolded.”

Vernon’s entire face lit up with excitement. His lips formed the most sincere smile you’d ever seen, but only for a moment before they curled into a sly smirk.

“So, can next time be right now?”

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Want You (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 3,815

Warnings: Swears? (IDK) SMUT LOTS OF SMUTTY THINGS. (im going to hell come join me)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait! My classes have been kicking my butt recently but I’m glad to be back! PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU THOUGHT OR WHATEVER YOU WANT! I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY! I LIVE TO PLEASE YALL SO SEND ME FEEDBACK!

Requests: 
Modern Laf x reader at a high school or college house party with the squad and laf and reader were just really good friends but the gang tries to get them together because they’re like perfect for each other

-Same anon from the modern house party laf x reader here again! btw I will be very okay if it’s a little smut ;)))

Could you do a Lafayette x reader where the reader always flirts with him but he just thinks they’re being friendly so it gets increasingly risqué and finally the reader just gets fed up and is all “do I literally need to be on your dick for you to get that I like you?!” Not those words exactly of course lol (I did use these word exactly and I’m not sorry. It was too great not to use)

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You sat at the desk trying your best not to close your eyes. You leaned on Lafayette’s shoulder and let out a sigh. “Are you tired mon ami?” he questioned still looking up at the professor. You nodded, and Lafayette’s big hand went to caress your cheek. You let out a sigh and sat up once more rubbing at your eyes. You knew it was a bad idea to stay up all night but you had procrastinated on your homework, and instead thought about Lafayette. Your eyes started to droop down when you got elbowed on the side by Alex. You glared over at him only to see him wiggling his eyebrows motioning at you and Lafayette. He knew that you had feelings for Laf, and he was relentless with trying to set you two up. You elbowed him back and turned your head to Lafayette. He was gorgeous, how could you not have feelings for him? You had been flirting with him for the past month but alas, you had gotten nowhere. Either he didn’t like you back, or he was utterly clueless. You were caught staring when Lafayette turned so he was looking at you, he chuckled. “What are you looking at?” he said. “Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view.” you said winking at him. He laughed it off and returned back to his notes, leaving you defeated once again. You sighed before you turned to your empty notebook and began doodling. You heard Alex stifling his laughter at your rejection but you continued to scribble in your notebook.

The time came when your class was dismissed and you finally felt like you could breathe. You quickly gathered your things and tried to rush out of the class to your apartment when Alex stopped you, Lafayette trailing behind him. “Hey, Y/N. There’s gonna be a party at mine later tonight. You and Laf should come.” he smirked. You internally screamed at his effort, and before you could decline Lafayette replied for you. “That’s fantastic! We’ll be there.” he said moving so he was next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. You felt electricity jolt up your arm at his contact. Alex practically ran out of the room to his next class, leaving you and Lafayette just standing there holding hands. You were the one to tear your hand away. You used it to tuck a hair behind your ear before turning to Lafayette. “So, I guess we have to go to a party?” you laughed. “Come on Y/N. It’ll be fun! Maybe you’ll meet somebody special there…” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “I already have somebody in mind.” You said raising your eyebrow hoping that he would catch on. “It’ll still be fun.” it flew right over his head. You sighed in defeat turning to walk away. “I’ll see you there!” Lafayette said, giving you a half smile. You turned around and felt your heart melt. You gave him a slight wave and walked away with your heart pumping.

You arrived at your apartment to see your roommate sitting at the table. “Hey Y/N” she chirped. You had no idea how she was so happy all the time. “Hey Eliza.” you said heading for the couch for a nap. You face planted into the soft cushion and relaxed against the plush furniture. “You’re going to the party right?” Eliza asked stirring her tea. “Mmhhmm” you muffled, your head still in the cushion. She laughed slightly before walking over to you. “Laf is still not picking up?” She questioned rubbing your back. You moved your head so you weren’t suffocated. Your pout answered her question. “Well, I guess we’ve just gotta show him what he’s missing.” she said. Eliza was the first person to know about your feelings for Laf. She accidentally told Alex, and Alex told everyone, and everybody knew within a few weeks. Everybody but Lafayette. It was frustrating to see him flirt with other girls, other girls flirt with him, and him giving attention to girls. Girls that weren’t you. Your usually flirty nature did not break you out of the friendzone and you had virtually tried everything. Physical contact? Nope. Pickup lines? Nope. Flirty conversation? Nope. Suggestive comments? Nope. Eliza pulled you off the couch and into her room. You groaned, being dragged across the apartment. “Please Eliza. I’ve tried everything. There’s no reason for me to look nice. I just wanna sleep.” you rolled your eyes, before trying to rub the exhaustion out of them. “Nope.” she smiled, popping the P. She dug in her closet before pulling out a black silky fabric. Your eyes widened and she just smirked at you, handing you the dress. Both of you knew what that dress was. It was your “desperate dress”. You guys had bought it as a joke after seeing it on a mannequin but it had come in handy. It brought boys over at the bar like nobody’s business. You and Eliza had promised to use it only in emergency situations. She had worn it once at a party after Alex had cheated on Maria. He came crawling back like a lost puppy after seeing her. You held the dress in your hands, your mouth open. “I don’t know if I wanna go anymore.” you began. “No. no backing out now. We got the dress out.” Eliza replied sharply. “Well… go put it on!” she clapped, pushing you into the bathroom. You resisted slightly before finally being shoved in the bathroom. You slipped out of your sweats and t shirt, leaving you in your underwear. You pulled the dress over your head and it hit mid thigh. It was essentially a lingerie slip, but it was marketed as a dress making it “socially appropriate” to wear out. You looked in the mirror and let out a frustrated groan when your bra straps were clearly visible against the thin string straps of the dress. You shrugged before you unclasped the bra and tore it off. It wasn’t like Laf was even going to notice. You walked out of the bathroom to see Eliza there, eagerly holding a pair of mary jane pumps in one hand and a deep red lipstick in the other. You laughed at her efforts and took the heels and sat on the edge of the bed to strap your feet into them. “There’s no way he’s not going to want you now.” she cheered. You giggled with her. “I hope so.” you said crossing your fingers. She sat you on the floor and pulled out her curling iron. You two sat there while she curled your hair, you didn’t know what you would do without her. “So if he wants to tap that, would you let him?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows. She was so crazy when she was inside. “I dunno…” you mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks. Eliza looked at you through the mirror before her eyes widened. “You totally would!” laughed. Your face turned red and you slapped her arm. “Shut uppppp” you said hiding your face in your hands. “Don’t worry girl… Just use protection.” she just couldn’t help herself. You groaned into your hands and just shook your head. After sitting on the floor for 30 minutes she helped you up, and before you could adjust, she dragged you into the bathroom once more. She spent a good chunk of time trying to teach you about makeup while you just stood there clueless. In the end she handed you the tube of deep red lipstick and nodded for you to apply it. You pulled the tube and leaned in to the mirror to apply a precise, bold lip. You leaned out again to be surprised at what you saw. “I…” Eliza looked at you with unsure eyes. “I… I look so hot.” you finished. A look of relief flooded over her face and she nodded in agreement. “Get ready for him to be begging for you.” She smirked and you smirked back in response feeling confident.

You two arrived at the party, and the minute you stepped into Alex’s apartment all the eyes followed you to the dining room where Alex was talking to John, Herc, and Lafayette. “Hey babe.” Alex said, snaking an arm around Eliza’s waist. John and Herc were looking at Eliza and Alex, but Lafayette’s eyes were roaming all over your body the minute you walked over to him. You looked over at Lafayette, feeling his eyes, but when you looked he was looking into his drink. You frowned and moved closer to Eliza. You slowly integrated yourself within the conversation and John and Herc finally looked over at you, only for them to drop like flies. “Holy shit Y/N.” John said, practically drooling. You giggled flirtatiously, slapping his chest. “Oh shut up John. It’s not like you notice me anywhere else.” you said rolling your eyes. “I didn’t know you were so hot.” Herc blurted. You laughed and just shook your head. You looked to where Lafayette was standing, but he was off with a leggy blonde flirting with her. You frowned and turned back to the group slightly disappointed. Alex and Eliza both followed your eyes to Lafayette and were also frowning when you turned your back to him. You slightly sighed before leaning against Eliza, completely hopeless. “Go talk to him” She whispered. You looked at her. “Do I have to?” you questioned like a little kid. She pushed you in his direction and you cursed under your breath before walking over to him, fixing your dress.

“Hey Laf.” you interrupted his conversation with the blonde. She looked at you, unamused but Lafayette turned his attention to you. “Oh hey Y/N. I’ll talk to you later Kelly.” he said to the blonde who walked away giving you the stink eye. “You look hot.” you said adjusting his collar for him. He didn’t even flinch. He just took it like every other girl did this for him. “Thanks Y/N.” he said casually. You let your hand linger on his built chest for a little while longer while looking at him, batting your eyelashes. “I’m hungry. Wanna go see what they have in the kitchen?” He asked killing your vibe. You dropped your hand and followed him into the kitchen utterly defeated. He began to dig in the fridge and you leaned against the counters frustrated. “Laf..” you began. “Hmm?” he questioned, head still in the fridge. “I need to ask you a question.” you said. You were stumped beyond belief and you just needed answers from him. He turned around so he was facing you, his eyes searching your for some kind of sign as to what you were going to say. “do I literally need to be on your dick for you to get that I like you?!” you blurted before you could stop yourself. You shot a hand to your mouth and he looked at you wide eyed before a dark look fell over him. “I dunno mon ami, that would be nice.” he smirked. Your hand fell to your side and you looked at him, shock all over your face. You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. “Why so quiet Y/N?” he taunted moving closer to you. “Cat’s got your tongue?” he backed you up so your hip was pressed against the counter. “I- “ you tried again but nothing else came out. His mouth was so close to yours and his hands were on both sides of you on the counter. He was the one to initiate as he fiercely pushed his lips onto yours. You immediately kissed back, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Your bliss was cut short when Alex walked into the kitchen. “Hey guy-” he stopped mid sentence when he realized what he had just walked in on. “Oh um sorry. Continue” he said before dashing out. Laf pulled away and looked at you, and you just looked at the floor blushing. “I- I gotta go.” you said before ducking out of Lafayette’s arms and out into the busy crowd that was in the living room. You left Lafayette in the kitchen confused and hurt. You didn’t know why you ran away. Maybe it was because you had only thought of what it would be like to be with him not what the reality would be like. Did you like the thought of him or the real him? You found your way to the small bathroom and locked the door behind you. Your head was spinning and you looked in the mirror. You ran a hand through your hair and counted to 10 breathing in and out to get your heart rate somewhat normal. An abrupt knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “Sorry! I’m coming out.” you said pulling the door open and walking out only for you to run straight into a body. You stumbled before a pair of strong arms helped you steady. “Are you alright Y/N.” It was Lafayette. You looked up at him and nodded slightly. “Listen, I’m sorry I was so aggressive. I just. That dress just. I-” he tried, you had never seen him at a loss of words. You smirked before you pulled him into an empty bedroom. It was in that moment you knew. You wanted Lafayette, whether he was just as good in real life as you had imagined in your day dreams you’d have to find out for yourself. But you were willing to take a chance on him.

“What-? Y/N?” he questioned when you locked the door behind you. “I’m going to take you up on that offer” you said walking over to Lafayette who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn’t know what you were talking about until you sat on him, facing him. Your legs straddling him.  You began to slightly grind on him. His hands immediately went to your hips, gripping them tightly helping you move on him. You used your hands to push him back onto the bed so he was lying down. He looked up at you in awe and you began to undo the buttons of his shirt at a rapid pace. You wanted him here, and you wanted him now. “Eager are we.” Lafayette smirked. “Awe babe, you’re gonna regret that.” you shot back now fumbling with his belt. You stripped Lafayette of his pants and underwear leaving him in the nude. You climbed on top of him and began to kiss his neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he moaned out while you sucked on the skin of his collarbone. “Then why’d you never say anything.” you said in between sloppy kisses down his abs. “I never thought I could get you.” he shuddered when you got to the base of his length. “Ahh, so you want me?” you teased, your thumb swiped at the tip of his member before you wrapped your hand around it beginning to pump up and down slowly. Lafayette’s eyes closed and he let out a deep groan from his throat. You stopped moving and he shot his eyes open at the lack of pleasure. “So you want me?” you asked you hand stilled around his length. “Oui, I want you.” He said making eye contact with you. You slowly began to move your hand again. “Who?” you taunted again moving a bit faster. “Y-you.” he moaned out. You gradually picked up speed. “Who?” you asked again. “Y/N. You. Y/N” he breathed out, his eyes shut and his head thrown back onto the mattress. You loved the way he said your name, the way it rolled off of his tongue. “That’s right.” you said before you bent down so that your mouth was around his member. You began to suck at the tip lightly before taking all of his length at once causing his leg to jerk in pleasure. “Ooo-ooh Y/N” he moaned at the new sensation. And there it was again, the way he said your name made you more turned on if it was even possible. You continued to suck on his length, making sure his length grazed the rough top of your mouth just to hear him moan your name. You stopped instantly when you felt him twitch inside of your mouth. You gave him one last suck before moving back up so you were face to face with him. “Y/N…” he whined. You took his hand and put it between your legs at the dripping wet fabric. “That’s what you do to me.” you said and he instantly stopped whining, his eyes wide. His hand tore from your heat to the black slip dress you had work to the party. “This dress…” he began. “As much as I love it, I think it’s best it comes off.” he said lifting it above your head. That left you hovering over Lafayette braless, your boobs inches from his face. You could’ve sworn his eyes popped out of his skull. You left him staring at you as you rolled off of the bed making your way to your purse. You made sure to sway your hips a bit more than usual. You pulled out a condom and made your way back over to him, his eyes never left your body. You slipped out of your thong and crawled back onto the bed. He instantly tried to lay you down onto the mattress but you pushed his chest so he was against the silky bedspread. “Not today.” you rasped, leaving Lafayette to look up at you with nothing but love and lust. You tore the condom out of its wrapper carefully before you used your hands to roll it down onto his hard member. You teased him by moving back and forth so that the tip of his dick moved between your folds. Lafayette let out a frustrated groan, involuntarily bucking his hips up at the contact. You lifted your heat from his length. “Y/N Please.” Lafayette moaned. You slightly lowered yourself so that his dick was making contact with your entrance. “What was that?” you were going to drag this out as much as you could. “Y/N. Please. I want you.” He was begging at this point. “Huh?” you questioned before you eased down so that just his tip was inside of you and you pulsed around him. “I want you. I need you. Y/N please.” he practically shouting, the frustration evident in his voice. You slid down his length fully, throwing your head back in pleasure. You stayed for a second getting used to his size before moving. Your knees were pressed to his sides and you began to bounce up and down. You started by moving up just half of his length before going back down, but eventually you pulled away fully before slamming back onto him. “Ohh my god Lafayette.” you moaned, your hands pressed against his chest. His hands made their way to your hips and helped you set a steady fast rhythm. “Ah-haa. Y/N” Lafayette shuddered as you slammed back onto him. “Lafayette. I’m- m so so close.” managed to moan out, your legs beginning to shake. At that Lafayette began to thrust upward to meet you. His hands gripped tightly at your hips as he slammed up into you. “I’m gonna… oh my god… please.” now it was your turn to beg to him. “Come on baby. You’re doing so well.” he purred, still slamming into you at a fast speed. He felt you tighten around him and he slammed into you harder, “OH My-” pleasure washed all over you as you began to see white. Lafayette continued to fuck you through your orgasm following not long after. “Y/N, Ahh-hhahhh” he took a shuddering breath before he released into the condom.

You got off of Lafayette allowing him to dispose of the condom before making his way back to the bed only to see that you weren’t there. You stood in the corner getting dressed unsure if you had messed up a perfectly fine friendship because you were sexually frustrated. You stood staring at the corner as you pulled the dress over your shoulders when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You turned around to see Lafayette with a sheepish grin on his face. “Listen I get if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I pushed you into this because I couldn’t contain my sexual desires, and I’m sorry.” you said trying to hide your embarrassment. “Well of course I don’t want to be friends after this.” he said. Your heart fell to the floor and you looked at your bare feet. He used his hands to cup your face so that you would look at him. “I want to be more than friends. And not that friends with benefits bullshit. I want more. I want you Y/N. I wasn’t lying when I told you that.” he said, you blushed remembering what you had made him do and say just minutes ago. “Really? I don’t want you to be with be just because we had sex…” you began. “Non. Never. I want to be with you because you’re a beautiful person Y/N, inside and out.” he said with a crooked smile. “Okay.” you said returning his smile. You both got fixed up and left the party hand in hand. Eliza raised an eyebrow at you when you were leaning into Lafayette’s chest when he was explaining to Alex that he and you had to leave. You just blushed and shook your head. “Ok, you guys can leave. I’m only letting you leave because you guys are together though. This has been months in the making.” Alex sighed patting Lafayette on the back a smirk plastered on his face. He was clearly satisfied to see you two together.

You sat before class leaning into Lafayette’s shoulder. “So what’s our next date going to be?” Lafayette asked. “Hmmm… What about-” you were cut off when a fuming Alex ran into the classroom making a beeline to you and Lafayette. “Hey Alex-” you said worried about his behavior. “Don’t hey Alex me. You two had sex on my bed at the party didn’t you.” He spat, his face red. You turned to Lafayette with wide eyes who looked at you with the same expression before bursting out laughing. “Oh my god that is disgusting.” He said. “On my bed?” “Hey it’s your fault.” Lafayette said wrapping an arm around you. “WHAT? How is this MY fault?” Alex asked. “You’re the one who’s been trying to set us up for months. And like in true Alexander Hamilton fashion you got what you wanted.” he said pressing a kiss on your forehead.

from january prompt list: 1 with Klaus - being bff and you are stubborn as hell, thanks a lot ♥

Klaus Mikaelson - Broken Friendship

“Do not make me say that again, love.” Klaus put his hands in his sides and cocked his head while he looked at you. “I am sure I was very clear in what I asked of you. If you can’t deliver on that, why do you dare to show your face here? I’m in the middle of a crisis. I have better things to spend my time on than to bicker with you.”

“As usual.”, you sighed. “There’s always a crisis, Klaus. If you manage to solve this one, there’ll be no doubt one lurking right around the corner. I know how this works.”

“If?”, he replied offended. “You meant to say when, of course. I bested Marcel, I bested the witches, I have no doubt that eventually I will conquer our first sired. Now… about what I ordered you to get. Did you get it?” He stepped towards you, intimidating as ever. Not that he managed to intimidate you. Most of the time, at least. There were times he managed to even scare you. Now could be one of those times…

“You always seem very sure that I want to be your errand girl, Klaus. What if I have a few demands of my own?” You had done what he had asked you to do. He hadn’t been able to get into the house of one of the witches to get a talisman Freya apparently needed, you had. You just liked to make Klaus sweat a bit. And you wanted to call him out on taking you too much for granted.

“Do not play games with me, sweetheart. I’m not in the mood for it. And you know like no other what can happen when I am in no mood for what you want.” He cocked his head, giving you one last chance.

Come over here and make me.” The moment the words left your mouth, you knew it had been a bad idea. Apparently the threats of the Trinity were more intimidating than you thought they were. This had not been the time to play games, as Klaus had already warned you. The next moment, you felt yourself pressed to the wall, Klaus’ hand around your throat.

“Happy to oblige, love…”, he grinned. Not one of the grins that introduced an afternoon of fun the two of you had spent, something that felt like a lifetime ago. No, the type you had seen him use on his enemies. “Now hand me the bloody talisman before I have to take it off your cold, dead body. You might be my friend, Y/N, but so was Lucien. So was Aurora. Friendships can change…”

You put your hand in your pocket and took the talisman out.
“Here it is. I got it, really. I just… I wanted my friend back. Not just the scheming hybrid.”

Klaus released your neck the moment you handed him the locket.
“I don’t have time for friendships when my life and the lives of my siblings are in danger, love. I’d be happy to sit down and remember old times when this all is over. Until then you either make yourself useful or you disappear from my sight. Do you understand that?”

You nodded while you massaged your throat. It had hurt, really hurt. Maybe more because you had thought him your friend than that the actual, physical hurt.
“I understand. I hope you’ll have my phone number saved in that case, Klaus, because I don’t think I’ll be passing by anytime soon.”

*Loyal & Brave* Newt x Reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your writing. Do you think maybe you could do a Newt Imagine where the reader is insecure and he finds out somehow and he makes them feel better?? Thanks lovely

Walking down the hallway, you pushed past all the other students as you tried to make your way to your favorite spot out by the lake. You had been attending Hogwarts for three years but you just never seem to fit in all that well. Yes, you had friends but they weren’t what you’d call ‘close friends’. Most days you spent alone or away from everyone else. You always felt out of place and like you didn’t fit in. You weren’t popular but you also weren’t unpopular. No one bullied you or bothered you…. they just simply let you be. As much as you tried to convince yourself you were okay with it, you secretly weren’t. 

Placing your books down on the grass you sat beneath a tree and looked out at the glistening water. It was a fairly warm March afternoon and this was your favorite spot to sit and relax during your break in between classes. 

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Innuendo Bingo || Jack Maynard

Anon said: “Can you write an imagine where Jack hears your laugh for the first time?”

Hiya! I was originally planning another plot for this story but since it’s SuggSunday and Joe’s video made me cry of laughter, I needed to use it as an inspiration. It’s shorter than my other imagines but I hope you’ll like it! (Don’t hesitate to tell me if you want me to write you something longer!)  ♥

Word count: 480

Warning: none.

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You weren’t used to this. Of course, you’ve met Joe’s friends a few months ago and were used to their ruckus all around your twin’s house but you always found a way to stay out of it as much as possible.

You did like them a lot, and vice versa, however, apart from Oli and Caspar, you were quite ill at ease with staying in the same room as them for too long. Some people could see that as being rude but it wasn’t really the case; you were just letting your brother having fun with his mates. From your point of view, it was simple: everyone needs a break from people they’re living with.

Today was different: as you were trying to escape 5 minutes into a conversation with Jack, Mikey and Joe before they began filming, the latter caught your wrist subtly and watched you intently, signalling you to stay.

“Y/N, we need your help for this one, would you like to stay, please?” Your brother asked. You couldn’t refuse this, so you nodded, smiling slightly, earning cheers from the boys.

Joe’s video was a new instalment of his “Youtuber Innuendo Bingo” series, and they were going to take turns, facing each other, trying to resist the urge of spitting water at each other’s faces. You could already tell this was going to be really funny by the way they were walking around the flat wearing swimming shorts. Soon enough everything was set and they began filming the video, with you on the side, choosing the extracts for them.

You were trying to stay as quiet as possible, to avoid getting in the video but at one particular moment, you just couldn’t hold you laugh back anymore: Joe began laughing but something went wrong and Jack shrieked with laughter, “You sucked it back up!” the blondie hooted, trying to catch his breath. Just hearing his voice made you giggle uncontrollably falling from your chair and catching Jack by surprise, making him laugh even louder.

“Y/N!” the young man said crying of laughter, “Maynard, that laugh-” “no, your laugh” he cut you “never thought I’d hear this in my life!”.

And that was true. It was obvious you never spent enough time with him for him to know you properly. That’s the reason why he felt that happy when he actually heard your booming laugh, secretly hoping it would never stop. He couldn’t help but admit his friend’s sister was pretty cute with that blush creeping on her cheeks, even though he tried to keep friendly thoughts toward you for the sake of his friendship with your brother.

With the time, you felt more and more confident about hanging out with those weird guys, and more precisely, the young Maynard. Hoping yourself you’d have an occasion to make him laugh again, just to see his eyes gleam with happiness.

BTS x Foreign S.O

Ok am I the only one thinking that BTS members dating someone whose first language isn’t English would be cute?

I mean, just imagine:

-they would both know the struggle of learning it.
-They would be able to relate to those struggles.
-They would tease each other in their native languages.
-Learning each other’s culture
-Meeting each other’s family and be confused af but then reassure each other that it’s okay
-Looking at each other confused when they don’t understand an English word/phrase/lingo (I dO THIS A LOT OK. ENGLISH IS CONFUSING AF LIKE WHO THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO HAVE TOO, TO, TWO AND THERE, THEIR, THEY’RE)
-watching movies in each other’s native language with English subtitles
-Have I mentioned different FOODS
-Srsly the food
-y'all,,, don’t sleep on the food
-If they’re different cultures it means different customs. Just imagine confused BTS when their significant other just walks around the house with their shoes
-cutE NICKNAMES IN NATIVE LANGUAGES
- imaginE IT woULD IT NOT BE CUTE?
-“Jagi you look great!”
-“Thank you, bombón” (That’s Spanish for marshmallow)
-Teaching each other phrases in each other’s languages
-“ok so parlez-vous means what?”
-“can you say it again?”
-“an-nyeong-ha-se-yo”
- “I can’t”
-“you’re doing great”
-“how can I tell your parents that they have an amazing son?”(That would be the S.O saying that)
-“whaT DID YOUR SIBLING SAY ABOUT ME?”
-when they get mad at each other instead of the silent treatment they talk in their native language (I’ve done this before and trust me it’s 10 times more irritating)
-accidentally switching to each other’s native languages while having a casual conversation
-“you did it again” “ah I’m sorry”
-did I mention words oF enDEarMenT iN NaTivE laNguAGe ????
-tesoro (Spanish:treasure)
-jagiya (Korean:honey, sweetie)
-mon cœur (French: my heart)
-princesa/principe (Spanish:my princess/prince)
-ma moitié (French: my other half)
-xiǎo mì táng (Mandarin: little honey)
-mi vida (Spanish: my life)
-schnuckiputzi (German: cute, sweet)
-nifę (Yoruba: love correct me if I'm wrong on this one)

Post-its and Paperclips April Fool’s

A/N: Fun little update for this silly holiday. Happy April Fool’s!

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She’s going to kill him.

Robin’s sense of humor, the joy that he gets out of the simple everyday pleasures of life is one of the things that Regina has come to love most about him. Embraces the way that he’s able to draw those light, breathy laughs from her or make her grin until her cheeks ache. But today, she’s going to kill him.

There are post-it notes spread over every available surface of her office. They cover every inch of her desk, her monitor, the back of her desk chair. A glance toward her tackboard reveals that he’s decorated the entire thing with them as well, a cheesy bright pink post-it smiley face interlaced between the bland, pale yellow colored ones.

He’s a child. Clearly. It takes Regina a minute to even comprehend what she’s looking at before she realizes the date. April 1st. Of course. She should have expected it of him. Hadn’t she listened to him and Roland plot and scheme at how they were going to prank Uncle John only a few nights ago? At the time, Regina hadn’t thought anything of it. Had actually found the image of the burly man gagging on toothpaste filled oreo cookies and his soda exploding in his face quite entertaining in fact. The man’s positively addicted to coke.

She’s not feeling as amused now that she’s faced with an office covered with paper, hardly any surface visible.

Irritation sizzles through her has she stalks into the room and drops her purse to the floor, hastily grabbing at the tiny paper squares while muttering curses under her breath. Stupid April Fool’s. Stupid charmer and his damn adorable dimples. Her stupid heart for falling for the irritating man. He never would have dared pull such a stunt before they were dating. As she rips the paper from her monitor, she notices that he’s written little notes to her on several of the squares.

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Bo and Bro (a poem)

Bo and Bro


To myself
I call them Stan and Laurel
as I watch them outside
the house across the street
where they are spending a Saturday afternoon
working on a car and arguing
in their greasy jeans and faded
T-shirts, cigarettes puckered
to their lips like coffin nails,
beer cans set on the roof
of the Chevy they are trying
to resurrect, but they
argue on and on
and tho I’m too far away
to hear much, only the
occasional word that can
rise above the sounds
of the TV in the living room
behind me, I note the
calloused fists they wave
at each other when the flame
of their discussion peaks
and they drop the silvery tools
to the ground like sparks
and as I’m ready to turn back
to the life in the room behind me
because I don’t want to witness
their fight, imagine my surprise
to see their faces break into smiles
as wild and plastic as engines
and right on cue they
hug like brothers with arms
as critical as vises.

Hold Me Down

Pairing: Jason Scott/Billy Cranston

Warning: First time I’m writing an Autistic character, please correct me if I did anything wrong!

Description: The Rangers are sparring together one Saturday after the whole Rita Repulsa incident - because apparently winning the fight wasn’t enough for Zordon - and Jason is paired up with Billy, trying to teach him a couple takedowns, when things get a little…interesting.

Also: No one prompted me to write this, it’s really long, and I think I saw someone write something similar, but I’m just gonna leave this here.

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earlsleg  asked:

Jimon 24

24. Spin the bottle kiss

“Simon?” Jace carefully asks, stepping into the kitchen. Simon jumps slightly at the sound.

“Jace,” he says, turning around, leaning against the counter, “You didn’t leave with the others?”

“No,” Jace says. He wants to step closer, get all up in Simon’s space like he was only hours before, but here, in the harsh lights of the kitchen, he suddenly loses his courage. “I wanted to talk to you, I-“ The words get stuck in his throat, and he fumbles helplessly with the hem of his shirt. This is not him, this is so not him.

Simon frowns at him, “What is it, Jace? I still have a house to clean,” he sounds impatient, but scared too. Like he’s afraid of what Jace is going to say. Jace knows that feeling. He feels that too. Except he’s afraid of what Simon is going to say.

“When the bottle landed on you,” Simon goes to interrupt, but Jace holds up a hand, “When the bottle landed on you, I was shocked,”

Simon’s face pulls tight, and he turns away from Jace, “If you’re here to make fun of me, I don’t want to hear it.”

“No!” Jace blurts out, a little louder than needed. He flinches, “No. No, I was shocked, because it made me realize I wanted it to land on you all this time and I just. I like you, Simon. I like you an awful lot and I didn’t even realize until that bottle landed on you and then we were kissing and fuck, Simon, you can’t tell me you didn’t feel that too.”

“Oh,” Simon says, he looks bashful, fiddling with a dish cloth, “Yeah,” he eventually says, “Yeah, I felt that, too.” Jace beams, and takes a step forward, but Simon stops him. “But,” he says, and Jace feels his face crumble. “But you can’t. If you’re not 100% into this Wayland, if you’re not willing to wine and dine me and maybe have an actual relationship with me, then I don’t want it.”

“I want that,” Jace says, and it sounds so desperate that Simon must believe him, because suddenly he’s taking a step forward, too.

Simon smirks at him, and from this close Jace can see the sparkle in his eyes. God, he wants to kiss him again, “Am I really that good of a kisser?” Simon asks, and Jace laughs.

“You’re okay,” he says, rubbing his nose against Simon’s. “Could use some practice, thought.” And then he kisses him again.