can i please be in a relationship now

anonymous asked:

Hiya! I loved that bit you did about Jason revealing their relationship to the family. Any chance you could do a continuation? Pretty, please?

Thanks!!

(Here’s the first part, if you missed it.)

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Tim heard yelling, and knew Jason was there.

“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go in there!”

“Get the hell out of my way! That’s my husband in there, and if you don’t take your hand off my arm right fucking now, I’ll rip it off!”

A moment later the man came busting through the door to Tim’s room (thankfully not hard enough to take it off the hinges), eyes wild. Behind him, in the hall, Tim saw a very pale-faced nurse quickly backing away.

“It’s not serious,” Tim said immediately. “I’ll be okay.”

Jason stalked over to the bed and carefully ran his hands over Tim’s body with a clinical sort of detachment, ensuring that the only injury was the obvious one- the left leg, already wrapped in a cast up to his thigh. When Jason was satisfied that Tim wasn’t going to keel over in the next ten minutes, he let out a breath, deflating into the chair next to Tim’s bed.

“Just the leg, then?”

“Minor scrapes and bruises, extremely mild concussion. Nothing to worry about.”

Jason sighed. Blinked. Sat for a moment and adjusted the state of his mind and body, which had been prepared for something far more severe. He nodded. “Okay. What happened?”

“I got hit by a taxi.”

“You got hit,” Jason echoed flatly, “by a taxi.”

“Yeah.”

You did.”

“Yes,” Tim huffed. “Obviously Tim Drake can’t just back-flip over a coming car, okay? So, I got hit.”

“I’m sure there was something-”

“Tim!”

Both men turned and looked toward the door, where the rest of the family stood, watching them.

Dick stepped into the room, and the rest followed. “You got married?

Slowly, Tim shifted his gaze over to Jason, who was studying the vitals monitoring equipment with great interest. “You told them?”

“Um. Yeah.”

You did.”

Jason shrugged. “They asked why the hospital would call me… And it’s not like I had the time or frame of mind to come up with an excuse.” He cast helpless eyes at Tim. “You know I’m not a great liar.”

Tim closed his eyes, willed the world to just. Go away. For like, five minutes. But it didn’t.

“Is this real?” Bruce asked.

Tim snapped his eyes open. “Yeah. You wanna see the x-rays?”

Bruce just gave Tim an unimpressed look.

“Yes, we’re really married.” Tim wanted to tell him to fuck off for asking that, but considering Tim had, at the age of thirteen, lied about having an uncle that took care of him after his mom died and his dad was in the hospital, all so that neither Bruce nor CPS would take him away from his home, Tim understood why there might be some doubt. Maybe Bruce thought Tim had some elaborate scheme, had married Jason to get through some legal loophole. Tim met Bruce’s stare pointedly and very clearly said, “He’s my husband.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dick asked. “I didn’t even know you were together!”

“Whatever Bruce is thinking right now,” Jason answered, voice a little soft and a little bitter. “That’s why.”

Bruce didn’t say anything.

Alfred walked over to the bed and laid a hand on Tim’s shoulder. “I am happy for you both,” he said, and Tim relaxed a bit. Jason’s grip on his hand loosened, marginally. “Now, will you be recuperating at the manor, sir? Or shall I prepare some meals for Master Jason to take home with you?”

“I can cook,” Jason mumbled.

Tim smiled. “Thank you, Alfred. I think we’ll be going home.”

“Very well, sir,” he said, and stepped back.

There was a beat of silence, and then Damian said, “You could have done worse.”

Jason asked, “Who?”

Damian just rolled his eye and put in his headphones and adopted his usual this is all beneath me stance.

“Well, congratulations, I guess.” Dick smiled, and it there was still confusion there, but also real happiness, and Tim smiled back.

“Thanks, Dick.”

“We’ll see you later. Little D and I will drop by in a few days to check on you. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Jason scowled. “If he needs anything, I can get it for him.”

Dick blinked, then grinned so wide his eyes almost disappeared behind his cheeks. “Oh that’s cute.”

“Shut it, Dickie,” Jason growled.

Dick mimed zipping his mouth closed. He ushered Damian into the hall, Alfred following. Then it was just Bruce standing by the door, staring at them.

Tim and Jason stared back.

Bruce said, “We’ll talk about this later.”

Jason rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce added, and it sounded a little forced, but genuine enough, “that you felt as though you had to hide this from us. From me.” And then he left.

“Well.” Tim squeezed Jason’s hand. “That was interesting.”

Jason didn’t reply for a minute, and then he leaned over and lightly kissed Tim’s cheek. He smiled. “You know what this means?”

“We finally get to wear wedding rings?”

“That too. But now we get to fuck with them with our PDA.”

Tim laughed, but it got swallowed up by the kiss Jason placed on his mouth. “They aren’t even here!”

“Practicing,” Jason said. “Also, I just like kissing you.”

And he then did, again.

anonymous asked:

Could you tell me more about rising signs and reincarnation, please.

Your ascendant shows your path to enlightenment basically, I’ve seen that stated from many sources. It shows what you mastered in your previous life, and now in this life do not need to justify again. You’re here to spread the qualities and uses of your ascendant to others, and to pick up on past life relationships. Like for example a Leo ascendant in this life has incarnated to express themselves and tap into others creativity so they can share the spotlight with them. Their duty is to not worry about being on the center stage themselves; but to shine the light they illume onto others. Cancer ascendant has incarnated to provide nurture and care for others, and instead of worrying about how their feelings are affecting them, they are here to play the role of the caregiver; to take on the mindset of making others feel better rather than constantly trying to make themselves feel better. They have to let go of being solely “the mother figure” and learn to appreciate others’ roles for what they are, rather than thinking they know best for everyone. By doing so, it creates a wholeness and enlightened way of thinking. It allows expansion for the signs gifts and how they manifest within us. Scorpio ascendants have incarnated in this life to empower others, rather than just themselves. Instead of seeking the total truth & finding the power using their intuitive perceptions of the world around them just for themselves, they must find this for others and find a way to manifest it for the greater good & collective. Your ascendant can show how you died in your past life & how it affects you in this life as well.

I’ve been working on a little victuuri one-shot for a few days now. I’m gonna give you a sneak peek and you guys can tell me if you’d actually like to see it. (I’d probably just post it here on tumblr,)

He doesn’t want to go in the first place. He likes his dorm room; enjoys how quiet it is. He doesn’t care about his classmates relationship status, and he doesn’t need to flaunt that he’s single. That’s all these college frat house parties are for - pronouncing you’re single so you can find easy hookups.

So when Phichit begs Yuuri to join him at the stoplight party they’ve been invited to, Yuuri tries to get out of it. Of course a frat house is holding a traditional stoplight party. It’s beyond cliche.

“Cause I know I don’t understand just how your love can do what no one else can. Got me lookn’ so crazy right now, your love got me lookin’ so crazy right now.”

Can we talk about the fact that this song define so much their relationship? Anyway, I really tried to draw bum in my art style but Koogi way to draw him is way much better than anything in this world <3 

ye chapter 19 had some effect on me

Please, do not repost my art. Ask first, I don’t bite

Frustrations

A Sam & Dean x Reader / smut

HAPPY SMUT APPRECIATION DAY!

A/N: Here is my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day: Vol. 2. I can’t believe it’s been a year since the first epic day. I want all of you to tag me in your filth while I’m at work today, and I promise I will read ALL of them when I get home tonight. Please let me know what you think. Happy reading (and masturbating)!

Word Count: 3,615

Warnings:
- smut. this is very graphic.
- if you don’t like reading about sexual situations, abort now.
- this is a threesome and can also be viewed as a polyamorous relationship between Sam, Dean, and reader.
- there is no wincest in this fic.
- language.
- always wear a condom, kids!

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*gifs are not mine.

The three of you were covered in mud from head to toe. This particular hunt had gone a bit south, due to the unexpected rainstorm that had decided to fuck with your mission. Dean protested the entire way home about the state his interior was currently in, constantly pestering both you and Sam to keep your boots off the floor. Although you’d accomplished what you’d sought out to do, all of you were bickering back at forth at one another like children the entire ride home.

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Every time I see a Killing Stalking post that says Yoonbum and Sangwoo aren’t meant to be shipped, or what an unhealthy relationship it is, or that it’s not a yaoi I want to gouge my eyes out…

It’s as if people have completely forgotten that Yoonbum was infatuated with Sangwoo, stalked him obsessively for X amount of time before breaking into his home to dry hump his pillow. Yes Sangwoo turned out to be a serial killer and a psychopath but like… can we please have some sort of concept of the context things are happening in?

The manga is as interesting as it is because of their relationship and how well written they are. Instead of all this bitching about how problematic everything is, I want to see actual proper meta! I want to see discussions about how Bum’s pre-feelings have influenced his actions (remember when Sangwoo literally had to peel Bum off him during their first kiss, or how he came pretty hard just from finally being able to touch Sangwoo) Or how Sangwoo’s feelings are now overtaking Bum’s. I mean, for someone who only murdered women, after a prolonged amount of time with Bum, the boy went cruising in a gay bar! Yes it was all part of a game to mess with Bum’s head but I feel like the choice of location is significant.

Sangwoo and Yoonbum are in no way relationship goals their relationship is twisted but it’s interesting and it’s incredibly well written. There’s so many things going on that need to be talked about and discussed, rather than whatever hot mess the tag is today.

A Way to You Again: Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, and a little Smut (nothing too raunchy)

Word Count: 1547

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: 500 follower celebration! Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s coming out in multiple parts – I seriously can’t write anything short! My brain is only halfway working right now – so hopefully I didn’t miss any egregious mistakes.

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Originally posted by blackdalliance

“Bucky – stop someone might see,” I sighed – completely exasperated as he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck. I was trying to cook dinner for everyone at Stark Tower without actually burning anything – god only knew how bad of a cook I actually was.

“I don’t care,” he murmured against my skin – nipping my neck and sending a bolt of electricity down my spine.

It had started innocently and slowly several months ago. I was new to the Avengers and trying to acclimate into the group. My hand had accidentally brushed against his as I was reaching for a coffee mug in the kitchen cabinet. The corners of his lips had twitched slightly when he looked at me – causing my cheeks to burn red. After that we had both gravitated towards each other without even thinking about it. In the weeks that followed Bucky had made a silent but steady pursuit for my attention – always taking advantage of any opportunity presented to him.

During movie night – when Sam had made everyone watch the Hangover for the millionth time – Bucky had stealthily entwined my fingers with his under the blanket we shared. Towards the end of the movie, when I had announced that I was too tired to stay up any longer he had feigned tiredness and followed me down the hallway. As soon as we were out of sight from the others he had pulled me into him – kissing me softly as his hands travelled up and down the sides of my body. I had let him know then that I wouldn’t sleep with him – even though I had really wanted to.

And this continued in secret – with Bucky sneaking into my room when the others had fallen asleep or stealing a kiss in a moment of privacy. We had both agreed that we didn’t want the others to know – not yet. It would over complicate the good thing we had, and we both wanted to make sure it was real before including the rest of the group. It was the pragmatic and adult thing to do, but as my feelings for Bucky had grown it had made me feel miserable. And that’s why – after the initial panic – I was relieved when Natasha strolled into the kitchen and caught Bucky kissing me.

“Ahem,” Nat’s voice came from behind us – causing Bucky to jump and me to laugh nervously. “I was just checking to see if you needed help, but I think you have it covered,” she said sourly as she raised her eyebrows at Bucky.

“Yeah… we’re erm… good in here Nat. Thanks anyways,” I muttered hastily. I could feel myself turning red from embarrassment.

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged as she strolled out of the room.

Once she was far enough away to talk safely I playfully punched Bucky’s arm. “I told you that we were going to get caught!” I chastised.

Bucky chuckled nervously, “I guess the cat’s out of the bag. I better go talk to Steve before Nat runs to him. I’ll see you at dinner doll.” He squeezed my waist affectionately one last time before leaving the kitchen to find his best friend.


Luckily I managed to not burn anything while cooking – probably because I was so nervous about actually sitting across the table from everyone after they found out about Bucky and me that I had paid too much attention to the food. When I presented it to the crowded dining room table everyone cheered. I sat down beside Bucky with a sigh of relief – reaching for the glass of wine he had already poured for me.

“So…” Steve started with a smile on his face. I braced myself for the taunting and possible scolding that he had in store for us. “Is Bucky the little spoon or the big spoon?” he asked teasingly. I hadn’t been expecting this and choked on my wine as I laughed. Sam momentarily choked on his food and had tears streaming down his face as he guffawed at Bucky.

“Hilarious, Steve,” Bucky mumbled as he rolled his eyes and took a sip from his beer.

Steve chuckled to himself. “In all seriousness – I think we should make a toast – to Y/N and Bucky. Two of the only people that can keep a relationship secret in Stark Tower,” Steve said joyfully as he raised his glass.

“Here! Here!” Everyone else added as they followed Steve’s lead. I could feel my cheeks burning as Bucky gently squeezed my hand under the table.

I was relieved that everyone seemed happy for both of us, and I was excited to have Bucky all to myself once dinner was over.


I had told Bucky that I wouldn’t sleep with him – at least not until we were sure this was going to work and certainly not until we had been open with the others about whatever relationship it was that we had. I had certainly slipped up a few times – mainly when we were in bed together. Bucky reassured me that it was fine that I wanted to wait, but the way his body responded to me when I pressed myself against him in the dark told another story.

I paced back and forth in my room nervously. I had changed into a black lace nightgown and planned on surprising Bucky tonight, but the waiting was absolutely killing me. “Where the hell is he?” I muttered to myself as I continued my back and forth march. A soft knock came from the door. When I opened it he stepped hastily into the room. As he looked down at me wearing only my little black nightgown his eyes clouded with lust. I quickly shut the door and locked it behind me as he lips crashed against mine. They were soft and inviting as they set to work, causing me to moan softly into them. I could never get enough of him, and now I was about to get more than I had ever had. The thought alone sent a spark through my body – erupting deep inside of me. He hoisted me up with one hand and I obliging wrapped my legs tightly around his body as he ran his other hand through my hair – grabbing a handful. He broke away breathlessly as he laid me gently on the bed – his blue eyes burning. “Are you sure?” He tried to keep his voice level – I could tell that he didn’t want me to feel like I was required to sleep with him just because of his reaction.

“James Buchanan Barnes – get in this bed now,” I demanded breathlessly. He grinned as he stood up to pull off his shirt. He hastily kicked off his boots and shed his pants before sliding into the bed next to me. His hands quickly worked their way under my nightgown – gliding along my stomach and up to my breasts as he groaned to himself. We had both wanted this for so long and now that it was finally happening it was almost too much to bear. He worked the nightgown over my head and propped himself up with his elbow as he smiled down at me – his metal fingers gliding over my skin. “What?” I asked shyly. I had never felt so exposed to someone before.

“You’re just so beautiful.  I’ve imagined this in my head over and over – and even that doesn’t do it justice,” he replied softly as his fingers drifted down my stomach and playfully grazed against my inner thighs.

“Imagined, huh?” I responded breathlessly as his fingers continued to explore my body. His hand stopped near my core and he laughed.

“Y/N, are you not wearing any underwear?” He asked mocking shock as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I shrugged with a coy smile. He chuckled shaking his head as he planted kisses down my neck and collar bone. “Always so full of surprises. Well if you must know… I imagined something like this,” he murmured as he slid he fingers over my core causing my breath to hitch. He smiled at me as he continued – never looking away – discovering which spots made me call out his name breathlessly as I bucked my hips to further the contact of his hand against me.

“Bucky,” I called out lowly. “Bucky…I…”

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Yes.”

He moved slowly as he positioned himself on top of me – planting kisses on my body as he slowly slid into me. I groaned softly. We moved slowly before finding our rhythm. The intensity of the act was almost overwhelming. I dug my nails into his back causing him to grunt as we both spilled over the edge. He sighed softly before pulling me into his arms – kissing the top of my hair softly as his hand traced patterns on my back.

“Y/N?” he whispered in the dark.

“Yes, Buck?”

“It was… it was more than I could have ever imagine,” he whispered sweetly in my ear as his arm tightened around my waist.

I smiled against his chest at this. “Goodnight Bucky,” I whispered back before drifting to sleep.

Looking back – if I could have stayed in that moment and never faced the following days – I would have happily done so.


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Now that Gotham Sirens is confirmed and Catwoman is certain, I wanna say something about her casting.

Let Catwoman be more or less the same age as Bruce.

Let her be someone who is old enough to have had a long lasting, complicated relationship with Bruce.

Let this Catwoman be tired of Gotham in the same way Bruce is.

Please do not cast a young woman for the sake of having someone you can dress up in a sexy suit and meet some expectation of who Catwoman can be.

Don’t give up the possibility of interactions between Catwoman and Batman that show they have some understanding of each other. That they have a connection that runs deeper than hot chick and tough guy.

Don’t give up the possibility of a Catwoman that understands how it all works due to experience.

I don’t want Gotham Sirens to be this Catwoman’s first rodeo.

Day 4: Stolen Kisses // Secret Relationship

I filled day 4 twice?! So I’ll post one now bc rules are made to be broken lol

Sweet jaytim bath cuddles- this doesn’t make a ton of sense as a ‘secret relationship’ unless you read the newest chapter of @redbirdcallings amazing fic, Things You Can’t Wriggle Out Of!  Please check it out and show her your love!

In consolation for not -really- filling the prompt there are some fun wriggly things under the cut ;)

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(klavier voice) listen. love takes work. love takes time and it takes patience. my boyfriend wakes up every single day, EVERY day, and that includes sundays and holidays before you even ask, and he just screams. he screams! and i dont mean that in any kind of suggestive way, this guy’s out on the balcony shouting like hes trying to communicate with people all the way in beijing. frankly, i dont understand it. i probably never will. maybe our children will scream too. i dont fucking know. its strange and kinda scary, slightly arousing, but thats just how he is, its not hurting anyone and it makes him happy. and i accept that part of him because loving someone means loving their silly idiosyncrasies too. its a part of being in a relationship, you have to learn to compromise sometimes. now if that answers your question herr blackquill can you PLEASE hand me the toilet paper now because this stall really is all out and i need to get back to my desk before i get logged out of googledocs. 

anonymous asked:

I adore your writing! It makes me so happy :) can you do a thing where Archie admits to Betty that he's jealous of the Bughead relationship and Jug fears that Betty is going to leave him for Archie. But of course that won't happen ;)

I like this one a lot! THANKYOU SO MUCH by the way! You make me super happy by being super happy! ****
“ “Archie..I’m.. I don’t know what to say.”
Betty felt sick to her stomach, why was he doing this, why now?

“Please don’t say anything, just listen okay?”
Archie placed his hands on her shoulders, staring her straight in the eyes.

“I love you, I know maybe it’s a little delayed, but I do. I love you, not having you around as much, not being with you all the time, it helped me realize how important you are to me, I can’t be without you. So be with me, be my girlfriend.”

Betty stiffened, pushing herself out of the redheads grasp.

“Archie I’m dating jughead, you know that I..”

Cutting her off, he shook his head, reaching for her hands.

“You don’t have to be with him anymore, we could be together, he’ll get over it. He’s not capable of loving anything.”

Neither of the two knew that jughead had been standing behind the lockers, listening, jaw clenched.

He heard Betty speak up

“Excuse me? Archie you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The deep baritone of his ex best friend answered finally

“Don’t give me an answer yet, think on it. I’ll talk to you tommorow.”

As jughead peeked over the lockers he saw Archie place a slow kiss on Betty’s cheek, before walking away.

Betty stared after him an odd expression on her face.

Now was a good enough time as any to make his presence known.

He coughed slightly shaking Betty out of her thoughts.

“Juggie! When did you get here?!”

He would play along, he wanted to cherish his time with Betty, the little bit he had left.

“Just got out of last period, everything okay.”

She smiled that beautiful white toothed smile and took his hand.

“Perfect.”

He was confused. Was she planning on breaking it to him gently? Or was she gonna rip it off like a bandaid?

He couldn’t sit still, fidgeting in their booth at pops, taking ages to type one sentence, while she was on her third paragraph of an article.

The final straw came when he hadn’t touched his burger, after ten minutes.

“Okay enough!”

His eyes snapped to the agitated blonde.

“What’s the matter jughead? You’re jittery as a firefly, and you’re not eating! Something’s wrong and I want to know.”

Finally jughead pushed the laptop away, resting his hands on the table.

“You should take him up on his offer.”

Betty looked confused before it hit her.

“You heard Archie.” She frowned

“Yeah, and this is what you’ve always wanted, I’m not gonna stand in the way.” He moved to pack his bag up when the sharp voice halted his movements

“So that’s it? You’re not gonna fight for me? That’s what this relationship means to you? One little bump in the road and you’re gone, breaking up with me?” Her eyes were watery and her voice was shaky.

He immediately dropped his bag, eyes going wide.

“No! I’m not breaking up with you! You’re breaking up with me.”

She looked up at him, laughing bitterly.

“Says who? I sure as hell never said that.”

“Betty…”

She wiped her eyes and slammed her hands on the table, attracting glances from other diners.

“No! don’t “betty” me, you think I would be with you if I didn’t want to be? You think I would spend all this time with YOU if I wanted Archie? No jughead, I’m with you because I’m in love with YOU, not Archie. But apparently it’s a one way street.“

She took a shaky breathe, standing up and walking out of Pops.

Staring after that gorgeous, amazing, fiery blonde he hopped out of the booth, abandoning his backpack and his burger.

He caught up with her just a street away from pops.

"BETTY” he was screaming, it was obnoxious, he really didn’t care.

Her shoulders stiffened, but she kept walking.

“Leave me alone jughead, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“ I LOVE YOU”

She stopped abruptly, keeping her back to him.

He smiled

“ I LOVE ELIZABETH COOPER” he shouted even louder, drawing the attention of nearly the whole town.

She turned slowly, tears streaming down her face.

“Really?” She all but whispered.

He ran to her, taking her by the waist.

“Really, I love you, I don’t want to lose you. I’m gonna fight for you, as long as you let me.”

Betty reached up her hands to clutch his face, as he brought his lips to hers.

“ I love you too” she whispered, inches away from his mouth

He broke into a grin

“I know.”

Virgin (Harry Styles imagine)

30. “You’re a virgin?”

You and Harry had been together for a while now. It had gotten to the point where you were both awaiting the exchange of “I love you’s”. You had been intimate together but had never gotten into the full realms of sexual intercourse.

You were a virgin, and you were nervous to tell Harry.

It’s not because you were ashamed of being a virgin, you were quite proud of your purity. However, you felt as if you would be inexperienced next to Harry and you wouldn’t quite know how to please him. Sex can often play a big part in a relationship, what if your inexperience was a turn off for Harry?

You loved Harry so much. You wanted to be able to tell him without the stinging fear of rejection. You’ve known for a while that you’re in love with him and you only want to take your virginity.

It was a typical Friday night at Harry’s place. You’d normally watch a film together on the sofa, cuddle for a while, sneak in a heated make out session and then finish the night by sleeping in his arms in his soft, plush bed.

Harry’s focus had removed from the film for a while now. All his interest was upon your neck, where he placed soft, wet kisses on your collarbones. The supple feeling of his lips was blissful, it had you humming in approval and leaning your neck to the side to create more room for his lips to explore.

“Harry” you mumbled in pleasure with your eyes shut.

“You’re breathtaking” Harry muttered in between kisses.

His affectionate gestures continued until they got much lower. The tank top you were wearing did little to help cover much skin. The soft skin of your breast was Harry’s lips next victim.

“What’re you doing?” you asked in a breathless tone.

“ ‘m just loving on you, petal” he whispered back softly.

You allowed Harry to continue with his loving gestures, you would’ve been mad to stop him.

Before you knew it, Harry’s hands began roaming your body too. Your arms had lifted from your sides to grab onto Harry’s locks without much thought. Harry’s hands began to caress the sides of your torso before raising higher in a discrete attempt to touch your boobs.

“ ‘m so lucky,” Harry spoke breathlessly. It was obvious he was getting working up.

You didn’t know what to say, Harry left you wordless. The thought of what this session could turn into was awakening all of your senses. Your body was becoming excited at what Harry’s body could do to you.

“Can I?” Harry suddenly asked, looking up to meet your eyes.

His one hand was raised over your one breast. It was clear he was asking for permission to touch you, he was always a gentleman. You could also never deny his body, so with a nod of your head, Harry continued his exploration.

Harry’s hands began to fondle with your breasts and press light kisses upon the soft skin. His eyes were full of admiration for you. The emotions you were feeling were so overwhelming, you had to tug on Harry’s hair and squeeze your thighs to relieve yourself.

Without hesitance or permission this time, Harry took it upon himself to take your top off. The sight of you beneath him, with only a bra on top, was enough to send him into overload. You were his, all his, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you.

The sudden urge to utter those special three words took over Harry’s being and in the heat of the moment Harry confessed his feelings.

“I love you”.

There was no hesitancy, uncertainty or doubt. There was only the truth, something he was so sure of.

“Pardon?” You asked in shock.

“I love you, petal.” He murmured.

A smile began to take over his face. He had finally said it and he was so proud of himself. He was an affectionate person and always wanted people to know how he felt, he would’ve told you those three words a while ago if he wasn’t in fear that he’d scare you away.

You were ecstatic. Harry reciprocated your feelings. He felt the same way as you.

“I love you” you finally spoke back “so, so much”.

Harry’s smile became even bigger if that was possible. He dived back in to kiss you, on this lips this time. Your bottom lip was caught between his and you never wanted him to leave. His supple lips would be the death of you.

Harry slipped his tongue out and swiped your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you gladly gave to him. Things began to get heated once again and moans were slipped past lips. Harry decided it was time to take this to the bedroom. Your thighs were lifted up to wrap around his waist as Harry quickly made his way to the bedroom before throwing you down on the bed. He went straight back in to continue what he had started.

Harry, obviously frustrated at the amount of clothing separating you, began to undress you. Before you knew it, you were naked in front of his longing eyes. This had been the first time he ever saw you fulling naked. The look of lust in his eyes made you feel beautiful even; he so badly wanted you.

“Baby, I can’t wait anymore” He groaned while quickly undressing himself.

Harry’s naked body came into views and your mouth began to water. You were impressed by his manhood. Although you were a virgin, you knew that he was definitely bigger than normal. You needed to tell him you were a virgin now before things escalated.

“I need to tell you something before we start” You spoke and watched as Harry went to grab a condom from his bedside table, quickly ripping into it.

“What is it, love?”

“I’m a virgin.” You quickly uttered, wanting to get it over and done with.

There was a moment of silence before he replied.

“You’re a virgin?” He asked surprised.

All it took was a nod of your head for another smile to take over Harry’s face.

“And you want me to take your virginity?”

You simply replied with a nod to his question.

“Fuck me, baby. I’m so fucking lucky to have you, I love you so much.” Harry moaned while palming himself.

“So, you’re alright with this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well, I’m inexperienced” you quietly spoke,  your insecurities suddenly hitting.

“Petal, that doesn’t matter at all. Hell, I’m happy you’re a virgin and I’m especially happy you trust me to be your first. I promise you, I’ll never hurt you. I’m in deep. I love you so much.” His comforting words really helped settle your nerves and gain your confidence back.

“I love you too but can we get back to what we started” you cheekily smiled, giving him a wink which he returned.

“I was planning on it, baby”


[ A/N : I wish I could write smut, I would’ve continued it if I could’ve. Also, I’m sorry for the sucky ending but I hope you enjoyed ]

theboywhorunwhithwolves  asked:

I came back! (Impossible not to do it, I love this blog) I wanted to know if there was a tag for Derek obsessed with hearing the rhythm of Stiles' heartbeat, maybe? And if there is, maybe you can update it, please?

heartbeat tag

Right Now Could Last Forever by Hopelessromantic09 (1/1 | 19,040 | NC17)

Standing under the dim lights with Derek’s solid body pressed against his back and feeling the bass rock his body, Stiles knew that he could put a memory to every song the band was going to play that night.

Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek’s relationship is mostly defined by All Time Low songs.

“Boom Clap” by bromanceorromance (1/1 | 817 | NR)

“The sound of your heart assures me that you’re alive. That you’re nearby. That you’re still here. That you haven’t left.”

The Trials and Hardships of a Sarcastic Gay Teenage Emissary by rachelrose (6/6 | 4,351 | NC17)

Okay, maybe Stiles isn’t gay. But he’s definitely something.

If one thing’s for sure, Stiles is definitely lonely. He’s tired of being the only virgin in their group of friends, though surpassing all of them in the way of intellect and maturity (most of the time). Stiles has looked for love everywhere. He’s tried online dating, he’s tried clubs outside of Beacon Hills, hell, he’s looked to the mountains and the rooftops.

Stiles needs to get Stiles laid. Stiles needs to get Stiles laid very soon, many times. Many times in a row, in many different places. Hell - even with many different people, in many different situations.

So, when Stiles finds Derek climbing in through his window late one night after a pack meeting, what is he to do?

“Please don’t kill me for this…”

Or the obligatory porn piece where Stiles and Derek eventually fuck.

just send your heartbeat (i’ll go) by kingminsuga (1/1 | 1,041 | G)

Stiles is kidnapped. Again. Derek is going out of his freaking mind, and there’s some romantic stuff about heartbeats. Based (loosely) off of JT’s song Blue Ocean Floor.

Treat You Better

Pairing: ReaderXReid

Inspiration: Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes 

Lyrics: I started writing down the lyrics that inspired me to write this only to realize it was literally the entire song

Prompt: You’re in an abusive relationship and one day Spencer notices the bruises, well aware of where they came from, and pulls you off to the side to tell you how he really feels about you and how much better he could treat you.

Warnings: description of abusive relationship and bruises from being hit and slight swearing

A/N: I have never been in an abusive relationship so I can’t even imagine what it is like (that’s why I didn’t go into much detail when describing what had happened, I don’t feel as if I have the right to guess and make up something that is very real for others when I personally have never had to go through it), however if any of you are in an abusive situation right now please get help. I’ve left a number down below just in case…
Domestic Abuse Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233), or 1-800-787-3224 (TTY)

“Good morning sunshine.” Derek’s jolly, smooth, voice spoke to you the moment you entered the BAU office. You never understood how he could be so awake at 8am, let alone how he could be so nicely put together with his ironed shirt and cleanly shaven face. 

“Good morning Derek.” you giggled back, making your way down the steps towards your messy, case file covered desk. You dropped your bag onto the ground next to your chair and readjusted your shirt sleeve, making sure it covered your entire arm from shoulder to wrist.

Last night had been a bad night at you and your boyfriend of 6 months shared apartment, forcing you to wear long sleeves today even though the forecast called for 65-70 degree weather. 

You looked down at your desk for a moment, racking your brain for what case file it was that you had left off on the day before. You had no organizational system for your desk, a problem that you had tried to fix on many occasions, none of which seemed to help the mess of papers.

“File IA92G.” you heard a familiar voice ask from his desk next to you. You glanced over to see Spencer Reid looking at you, a small smile on his face.

“How do you seem to always know what I’m thinking.” you laughed, before returning your eyes to your desk and scanning the files until you saw the one that boy genius had just rattled off to you. You picked up the file and sat in your chair, opening the file only to see the half finished sentence you had wrote yesterday. “You are amazing.” you smiled, the surprise of Spencer remembering what file it was causing your eye brow to raise as you looked back up at him. 

“I’m actually not amazing, I simply have a good memory, I was tested for HSAMs as a child.” he informed (A/N: HSAMs is a rare disease people are born with in which they can remember everything that happened to them on every day of their lives, normally they can also remember things that happened in history, there is your fun fact of the day)

You couldn’t help but let your smile grow even more onto your face. Something about Spencer’s smile, something about his voice, something about the way he looked at you just always seemed to make you happy. Ever since you had met him on your first day with the BAU, he never failed to bring a smile to your face.

“Everyone, meeting in 5 minutes please.” Hotch’s voice suddenly spoke, breaking your train of thought. You glanced at Hotch as he walked in between the desks towards his office, giving him a small smile when he looked at you. The smile was returned as always.

“Wonder what it’s about.” you spoke towards Reid once Hotch disappeared into his office. You grabbed a hair tie off your desk and brought a fist full of your hair up into a rather sloppy bun, not caring what it looked like, only caring that it would make you stop sweating from beginning to overheat in your long sleeve shirt.

“Most likely a case, I believe Penelope was telling Derek about a group of missing kids in-” you heard Spencer’s voice trail off suddenly.

Originally posted by bau-obsessed

When you looked at him to see what the reason for his silencing was you saw his eyes glued to your neck. You only then remembered the bruise on the side of your neck that had come from your boyfriend’s hand wrapping around it the night before. You quickly brought your own hand up to the tender spot in attempt to hide the purple marks, however the damage had already been done.

“(Y/N)-” Spencer began only to have you cut him off.

“I’m fine.” you responded, causing him to clench his jaw and take in a deep breath through his nostrils.

“May I speak to you out in the hall?” he asked before standing up and walking towards the door, not even waiting for your response, knowing if he gave you a chance to answer the answer would be no. 

You sighed and stood up, following him from a distance. He knew about your boyfriend and the abuse, not because you had told him but because he was a genius who observed everything about everyone. He had never directly confronted you about it until now however.

“Did he do that to you?” Spencer asked in a low voice once you were both in the hallway. You looked at the ground, unable to look him in his eyes, fearing the look he had. “Answer me.” he spoke again after a moment of your silence, this time his voice more dominant.

“Yes.” you responded, still not looking at him. 

“He’s not right for you (Y/N).” Spencer said after another moment of quiet, as if it took him a second for his brain to process the simple word and all the weight it carried. “And you can tell me that I’m wrong but I can see it in your face, you know it too.”

“Spencer, can we please not talk about this.” you asked, finally breaking eye contact with the floor and instead looking directly at the man who stood in front of you.

“No, we can’t.” he responded. “You’re spending all this time in the wrong situation and that jack ass doesn’t even deserve you.” you listened as a controlled anger began to fill his voice. “Hell, I don’t even deserve you, but I know I sure as hell would treat you better, and I also know that I sure as hell love you more than he does.”

You looked at Spencer, now his own eyes darting to the ground as if by not looking at you it would make what he had just said disappear.

“You two, we gotta meeting to go to.” Derek’s voice suddenly broke, sticking his head out into the hallway. You glanced over your shoulder at him and nodded, prompting his head to disappear back into the office, leaving you and Spencer in the silent hallway again.

You opened your mouth to say something, however your voice was cut off by Spencer walking past you.

“We have a meeting.” his voice spoke, his eyes still glued to the ground.

“Spence.” you said quietly, however it was too late. He was already in the office.

Headcanon! I always wondered … When Thorin wakes up at the Carrock, he asks Gandalf about “the halfling”. Why “the halfling?” So far, he has mostly referred to Bilbo as Master Baggins (except for the famous “So this is the hobbit”, of course!)

Please consider this: Thorin being totally confused after Bilbo’s speech, the attack of the wargs, and Bilbo saving his life at that, and being all like “He saved me … Can I still call him Master Baggins after that? But calling him Bilbo is probably too familiar and ARGH”. Imagine Thorin having absolutely no clue how to call Bilbo now because he has no idea how to describe their relationship at that moment. Imagine Thorin simply saying “halfling” because it’s the first thing that comes to his mind, and brooding over the whole matter afterwards for Mahal knows how long.

Btw, can anyone handle how cute Bilbo looks here? Because I can’t. 

And Thorin probably can’t handle the cuteness as well.

Flash FanFic...

Camila and Lauren meet after the troubled departure of Camila from the band.

Lauren: What is so important that you can not wait until tomorrow to talk?
Camila: I needed to see you.
Lauren: Now you need to see me? After you leave and let me get out of the closet so fucking alone???
Camila: Lauren, you have to forgive me!
Lauren: No!!
Camila: Lauren, please! It’s my dream… we can still together.
Lauren: No!!!! I told you, Camila… I’m not gonna hide this anymore.
Camila: Lauren, please…
Lauren: No!!! You didn’t think of me, why should I think of you now?
Camila: I thought of you, but I did it anyway cuz I know we can do both.

Silence.

Camila: Lauren, please… you have to forgive me.
Lauren: No!! I’m sorry…. I can’t. I’m hurt. I don’t want this fucking toxic relationship anymore.

Camila: Lauren, you have to forgive me. You have to forgive me…
Lauren: I’m sorry…

Lauren leaves the room and Camila cries.

3 Years Later…

Camila: Lauren, what are you doing here?
Lauren: I had to see you. Don’t do it!
Camila: Lauren, this is my wedding…are you out of your mind?
Lauren: Yes, I’m out of my mind, I’ve never been so out of my mind as I am now. You can not do that!! I love you! I really really do!
Camila: I tried to get back with you for a long time. I begged your forgiveness. I made all possible statements. You deny it every time. You kept me far for all these years. I’m getting married today!
Lauren: Camz, please, don’t do it!
Camila: I’m sorry!

Later in the marriage…

The Priest: Camila, will you take John to be your husband; love, honor, and cherish him now and forevermore?

Camila: Shit!!!
All the church: What?
Camila: I’m sorry…. I’m so so sorry…
Sinu: What’s going on? Oh… it’s her…
The groom: Her?? Who?? Camila, what’s going on?
Camila: I’m sorry!! I can’t!! You are great….but I really can’t.

Camila runs away from the church and met Lauren standing on the stairs.

Magazine’s cover the next day: Camila Cabello leaves her groom at the altar to stay with Lauren Jauregui, her ex-partner in Fifth Harmony.

Camren Is Finally Real Now!!!

Happy 2020, guys!!!

Instinct || Jack

Request: Number 27 for the dialogue prompts with the lovely and sweet Jack Maynard please!!!!!

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You and Jack had been broken up for only two months. You still weren’t sure what went wrong. Your strong, two year relationship ended so abruptly. One day you were coming over for a lazy day in, and the next thing you knew, you were sobbing in your car on the way home.

“Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please?” you sobbed out, not knowing what else to do.

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Jack said, frustration evident in his voice. “I’m just, God I don’t know I’m just so overwhelmed right now. I just need to be alone again.”

“Why?” you almost shouted.

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I just have too much going on with YouTube and I’m not ready for this!”

“What, and you couldn’t have figured that out two years ago?” you said. “You’re telling me I’ve just wasted two years of my life on a boy who just now realized he’s not ready to be seriously committed?”

“You know what?” Jack huffed. “Yeah, I guess that is what I’m telling you.”

And now, two months later, you still felt empty. You had seriously imagined spending the rest of your life with Jack. You both talked about it from time to time and it felt like it was a solid plan in both of your minds. What had happened that made him change his mind?

You spent the weekend back home in Bristol, hoping that some time with your family would help relax. Of course, it didn’t, and you were still feeling a heavy weight in your chest on the drive home. You couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes away from London when your car made a horrible noise. The check engine light on your car starting flashing and, before you knew it, your car came to an abrupt halt on the side of the road. It was dark out now and you had close to no idea where you were. You got out of your car to open your hood and check your engine, but you couldn’t tell what was wrong. You were no car expert. “Hey sweetie!” some greasy looking man across the road yelled to you. “I can give you a lift! It won’t cost you a thing except a night at my house!”

“No, let me!” another man yelled. “She’s just the fine piece of ass I’ve been looking for.”

You quickly got in your car and locked the doors, feeling your whole body start to shake and tears to prick in your eyes. Before you knew it, full on sobs were escaping your body. You didn’t know what to do. You had no idea where you were and no way to get back to London. It was nearing 1:00 in the morning and you were instantly regretting not staying another night in Bristol rather than driving home in the dark.

Suddenly, almost instinctively, you had rung Jack. You were still crying and your head was feeling fuzzy. You didn’t realize how inappropriate it probably was for you to call him until he actually picked up the phone. “(Y/N)?” Jack answered. He sounded tired and confused. You wondered if you just woke him up or if he was just not in the mood to talk to you.

“I know I shouldn’t call you,” you said, your voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“What’s going on?” he said, sounding a bit more alert than before.

“My car broke down,” you answered, trying to control your breathing. “There are these guys across the street and they keep looking at me and I’m scared and I don’t know what to do or-” You cut yourself off by crying again.

“Hey, I need you to relax okay?” Jack said gently. “Tell me where you are.”

“I don’t know!” you cried out. “I, I don’t know, Jack.”

“(Y/N), pull up your maps and tell me where you are.”

You had been in such a panic you didn’t even think to do the obvious and check your phone to see where you were stranded. When you did, you rattled off the location to Jack. “Are you in your car?” Jack asked, rustling heard on his end of the line.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice small.

“Alright, stay there, I’m coming to get you,” he said. “Don’t get out of your car, you understand me? Keep the doors locked and don’t get out of the car.”

“Okay,” you said.

“Promise me,” he said sternly. “Promise me you won’t get out of the car.”

“I promise.”

Less than a half hour later, a pair of headlights appeared behind your car. You looked in your rear-view mirror and saw that it was Jack. You got out of your car almost bashfully and walked up to Jack. He immediately pulled you into his arms and held you tightly to his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did they come up to you? Did they touch you?”

“I’m okay,” you said softly. “Look, Jack, I’m really sorry I called you.” You could feel the tears falling from your eyes again. “I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have called you. I just, it was like my instinct. I’m sorry-”

“Babe, look at me,” Jack said, holding your face in his hands. You could hardly look him in the eyes. Those damn blue eyes. You noticed the bags under them and the way they weren’t as bright as they usually were.

“You look different,” you said suddenly. “Are you okay?” Jack gave you a sad smile.

“I’m alright,” he said. “Just haven’t been sleeping too good.”

“And now I call you at the dead of night,” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The ride back to your flat was eerily silent. Jack never turned on the radio and as badly as you wanted to, you knew that sometimes, Jack just enjoyed silence. So, you sat there sulking in your thoughts, focusing on not crying again. When Jack pulled up to your flat, you couldn’t get yourself to get out of the car. “Jack-”

“I’m sorry,” Jack said. You looked up at him immediately, confusion written across your face. “I’m sorry I left you. It was pathetic. I shouldn’t have done it. And, I miss you. I-” He stopped himself, letting out a big sigh. “I miss you so fucking much, (Y/N).”

You were shaking your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “What are you doing?” you said quietly. “You don’t have any right to do this to me.”

“I need to tell you how I feel,” he said. “It’s been eating me up. Why do you think I haven’t been sleeping? It’s because I miss you. It’s because I need to hold you and I can’t.”

“Then why did you leave?” you yelled.

“Because I couldn’t do it!”

“Do what?”

“This!”

Jack reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock. He didn’t even open the box, just twiddled it in his hands. “I bought it but I was too scared to actually do it,” he said, his voice small, sounding defeated. “I tried day after day, week after week, to find the perfect moment to ask you, but I chickened out every fucking time. So I ran away, because I thought if I didn’t have the balls to propose to you, what else could I do?” Tears were still falling from your eyes and you were getting a headache from all the information being thrown at you. “I know I can’t propose and pretend like everything is fine now,” he said quietly. “But I’m begging you to take me back so we can get to that point again. And I won’t chicken out then. If you give me another chance, I promise you that I will ask you to be my wife. Please, (Y/N).”

You stared at Jack, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t forgive him or take him back. He hurt you so badly. But deep down, you knew Jack. You knew that he was just a little scared and that he needed to leave to realize he had to tough it up and face his emotions. You loved him too much to stay away and cause either of you to keep suffering. You reached out and laid a hand on his cheek, making him close his eyes and lean into your touch. “You are the love of my life,” you said quietly. “But you can’t keep running when you feel too much.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m not gonna run again. I promise.”

Not being able to help yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips against Jack’s. He eagerly kissed you back, keeping the kiss gentle and loving. Maybe, you thought, there was a reason your car broke down that night. Maybe there was a reason your instinct was to call him. Maybe, just maybe, this was why.

- “You look so hot in that babe.” Nursey commented, taking in Dex’s outfit. Admittedly, he always found Dex hot, but Dex in his jumper was definitely the hottest thing ever.

- Especially blushing Dex in Nursey’s jumper.

- “You’re just saying that cos I’m wearing your clothes.” Dex says, trying to change the subject from himself. “Its the jumper. Its, like, absorbed your hotness, and now it makes you think I’m hot wearing it”

- “Please, you’re way hotter than me in that jumper babe” Nursey argues, sitting up in the bed.

- “Nah, you’re way hotter than me.” Dex argues, rolling his eyes. He begins to get ready for bed as they talk.

- "No way Dex. You’re the hot one in this relationship. Anyone can see that.” Nursey says, pulling back the blankets for Dex to get into bed.

- “Seriously? Ask anyone Derek, they’d agree you’re hotter” Dex said, as he cuddled up to Nursey.

- “They wouldn’t. And you’ll see that tomorrow when we ask people” Nursey said, wrapping an arm around Dex as he spoke.

- Dex didn’t reply, just huffed a laugh, before falling asleep.

- Nursey quickly grabs his phone, and texts the guys individually: "Gonna ask the team a question tomorrow. The answer is Dex. I’ll owe you big time. Don’t tell him I asked you”.

- He falls asleep after sending it.

- Next morning, Dex waked up before Nursey. He texts each of his teammates individually: “Need you to answer Nursey when he and I ask something later. I’ll owe you so much. Don’t tell him I asked you.”

- After sending it, he wakes Nursey, and they get ready for team breakfast.

- At breakfast the team is speculating what the messages are about. That quickly shut up when Dex and Nursey show up.

- 10 minutes into breakfast, Nursey asks The Question.

“So,” he starts, “who do you guys think is hotter? Me or Dex?”

- Nursey sits back, confident the team will answer Dex.

- Dex sips his coffee, confident they’ll answer Nursey.

- “Um..” Tango starts, breaking the silence “Dex is.”

- Dex nearly chokes on his coffee.

- “Definitely Dex.” Whiskey agrees with a nod, before turning his attention back to his pancakes.

- “No way bros.” Ransom argues. “Nursey is clearly hotter.”

- “No offense Dex, but Nursey is 100% hotter.” Holster agrees, smiling at Nursey innocently.

- Nursey is giving him a death glare for betraying him like this.

- “Um, are y'all serious?” Bitty asks from his end of the table. “Look at those freckles! That hair! Those eyes! Dex is hotter than Nursey”

- “Bitty. Bits. Are we seeing the same people? Nursey is way hotter” Lardo’s argues, stifling a laugh.

- “Hang on, that’s me, Rans, ‘n’ Lardo for Nursey. And Bitty, Tango, and Whiskey for Dex. So, its a tie?” Holster says.

- “Chowder hasn’t voted yet” Tango points out, and the team turn to Chowder.

- “Chowder. The tie breaker. Who is hotter?” Ransom asks.

- “Uhh….”

- Okay these are his two best friends, and he’d be lying if he never thought “oh Nursey looks good” or “Dex is good looking” but choosing might offend one of them. Plus, voting one over the other means he’s not doing the favour the other asked him for and that’s so mean!

- Something must show on his face, cos Dex and Nursey let him off the hook.

- “Its chill C. We’ll ask other people see who wins.”

- Chowder has never been more relieved in his life.

- Dex heads to class, and Nursey promises to meet him after.

- Dex asks his friends in that class to say Nursey is hotter than him when asked later. He’ll help them with their coding in return.

- After class, Nursey shows up. The Question is asked of 5 of Dex’s friends.

- 4 answer Nursey is hotter

- The one secretly (or not so secretly….) crushing on Dex says he’s hotter.

- So that’s 7 for Nursey being hotter, 4 for Dex being hotter.

- So Dex is winning at being right while Nursey is winning at being hot.

- Nursey will not allow that to happen. No way. Dex is hotter, and he’ll prove it

- By bribing his study group. He’ll do most of the work for the project, and credit them, if they agree Dex is hotter.

- They’re not about to turn down this deal, and all 5 of them agree with Nursey - Dex is hotter.

- Votes for Dex being hotter: 8
- Votes for Nursey being hotter: 7

- At this stage they each start a tally, which they’ll count up at the end of the day.

- Dex bribes their server at Annie’s to compliment Nursey and say he’s hotter, by giving them extra tips.

- Nursey promises to help his classmates with their poetry if they vote Dex as hotter.

- Dex offers so many people free repairs for a month for voting Nursey as hotter.

- Nursey buys lunch for the volleyball team for voting Dex.

- Dex promises to tutor half the freshman in coding for their votes for Nursey.

- End of the day they return to the Haus, and ask Chowder to count up and announce the results of who’s hotter.

- Dex is confident its Nursey

- Nursey is confident its Dex

- The final result?

- A tie.

- Dex and Nursey accept that.

* Later *

- “Chris, honey, was it really a draw?”

- “Its best no one ever knows Cait”

i was talking to @pensversusswords about bitty’s smol little butt and you know how when you’re like in a serious relationship with someone you’ve known for awhile and you develop these inside jokes but they’re SO WEIRD that you’d be forever embarrassed if anyone knew about them??? but to you and your bf/gf they mean the absolute world???

all i can think about now is jack and bitty having an inside joke thats essentially ‘can bittys butt fit in that?’

bc one night when they’re finally going to bed at like 1 am and they’ve had a long day and they’re exhausted but they’re happy and they’re having one of those Late Night Conversations that make you go ‘wtf’ the next morning and at the end of it jack mentions maybe something he had seen that he wanted to take a picture of (a solitary baby swing in the park maybe–’it was so small,’ he says)

and bitty, in his exhausted but slap happy state says, ‘i bet my butt would fit in it’

which then means they spend the next twenty minutes laughing so hard they’re crying, and every time they manage to pull it together, one of them snorts or giggles and it starts the whole process over again

but now it’s A Thing between them. A Thing that never fails to make them smile or laugh and is just theirs and it makes them happy despite the fact that its one of the weirdest inside jokes either of them have been a part of

(maybe they’ll be out getting coffee a couple of days later and jack sees a booster seat being brought out, he’ll look at it and flick his eyes over at bitty and see bitty looking at it before looking right back at jack and the both suddenly Know. and they both crack the fck up in the middle of the coffee shop as everyone just stares at them like ‘wtf’)