do i look kinda hot here

kiyumiarashi  asked:

Tell us about the parrots and the zipline? That sounds like the worst thing to happen ever.

Oh boy ok brace yourself cause this entire debacle was just a mess. Imma tell the story of this entire day cause it was just absolute bs 

So I’m in Mexico with my family, yknow, having a nice vacation. My dad doesn’t do heat, so it was just my grandparents, my mom, and me. Keep in mind, I was like, 16 at the time, so this was a few years ago now. 

So, i fully admit, I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Always have been, always will be. So when they said we could go to a massive park that was 90% underground, and the rest was like 300ft in the air, i jumped at the opprotunity.

so we get there and I immediatly beeline for the ziplines. Now, you can’t just do one of these suckers. Once you do one, there’s no going back until you’ve conquered all 12 (or something like that, there was a lot.) It took the better part of two exhausting hours to get through them all. 

So before the parrot issue there was some other bs first. We brought my best friend with me that year, but because we were both too light, we had to go tandum for a lot of the lines, or else we wouldn’t make it across. We’d just get stuck in the middle of the line dangling like a pinata, and no body wants that.

so the first bs comes along. I’m singing the batman theme song to keep my friend calm, because she is not a fan of heights. Like, we are screaming NANANANANANANA BATMAAAAAN at the top of our lungs. And we look ahead and see this massive gap in the trees. Now, we’d gone over a couple cinotes already where we could see the people doing the under ground activities. We figued, hey, let’s laugh at the people doing the river swim that’ll make us feel better. SO we get up on it and my friend starts freak tf out. It wasn’t a cinote.

it was a snake pit.

A massive round, man made snake pit will with hundreds of writhing snakes. They were climbing the walls, even the trees that were like 3ft from our toes. So we’re freaking out like “I don’t wanna be indiana jones i’m too young!!” But we pass it with no problem. We keep going another few second or so, and we see another break in the trees. We’re bracing like cause we assume it was another snake pit. It wasn’t.

It was a crocodile pit.

cue freak out number two.

but we pass it and all is well. Then we come onto the landing strip. We were just starting out so this one was pretty low to the ground. And then i see a weird shape on the grass landing pad.

There was a crocodile on the lawn

we freaked OUT like you wouldn’t believe.

so we’re soaring at this thing and there’s no stopping. We’re waving at the guys who are supposed to catch us with a net like “yo guys u got a coc problem.” and they don’t seem bothered in the slightest. We pass over this thing and it doesn’t move, but i’m 99% sure i tried to kick it. Now we’re free we’re safe and we should be slowing down…why aren’t we slowing down.

we slam into the safety net full force and bounce back a couple feet. When we manage to unhook ourselves we find the two duded pissing themselves laughing.

it was a fake crocodile. i tried to kick a concrete lawn ornament.

onto the parrots.

for this next one my friend was freaking out, as we were over 300ft up. I wanted to go asap so i went attached to my mom instead. At this point, i am alrady 5′8″, and my mom is like 5′5″. so you have this massive beanpole of a child strapped to her tiny mother. So we take off and our combined weight has us absolutely flying down the line. It’s all idealyic and serene, and i’m enjoying my crocodile free cruise. I look down and through a break in the trees i spot the amphibian vehicles going in and out of the cave systems. All good. Right beside them is a pack of leopards sunning themselves on a rock, which is also directly below us. and im thinking “wow, this would a crappy time to fall” immediatly i hear


my legs hurt all of a sudden. I glance down and see blood dripping down my leg. Mom is screaming/laughing.

we hit a flock of parents mid flight

and they were pissed.

So im screaming and swatting at them, they’re screeching like little feathered demons and pecking t us, some were dangling off my shoe laces, shriekingly like hellions. I still have scars from those suckers. They eventually fly off starnig us down like “dont ever come to our terf again” 

we finished the ziplines without incident after that.

but my day isnt over yet.

we have a wonderful lunch, i get my legs cleaned up, and we make the trek to the amphibian vehicles i saw earlier. We hop in and we’re going through the motions. Up and down, into caves and out. Super cool. Loved it.Then we come to where i saw the leopards.

all the cars in front of us pass without incident.

the second we roll up the leopards perk up and start running after us

cue freakout number 4654783

now, my grandpa is driving and i’m sitting there, with nothing but a mesh door between me and a pack of leopards

“grandpa go faster, we gotta goooo” and he just looks at me all calm like

“i know why they’re here.”


He just calmly, oh so casually, pulls out a hot dog from lunch.I just kinda stare at him like GRANDPA

Obviously i do the smart thing

i grab that stupid hot dog at chuck at the nearest leopard

i hit it in the face

they all fall on each other trying to get a taste of that mustardy goodness and we take that moment to make our escape

and that was my” wth is going on in mexico extravaganza”

and that day didn’t even include the sting ray incident

Guys my age

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut, protected though, but smut. Wrap it before ye tap it.

A/N: My baby @imaginedaily asked me if I could write a little something for her and of course I said yes because she’s my baby and I love her and I’m guessing I’m a bit gay – okay, A LOT hehe <3 Inspired in Hey Violet’s “Guys my Age

Originally posted by mayawolf

You got out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around your body. Andy Black blasting in the background, as loud as your neighbors allowed. Dancing around at the rhythm of the music, you took out clothing from the drawers and started sliding it on your frame.

Your music faded away and in its place, your ringtone rang. You looked at it and ignored the caller. It had been about four weeks since you’d been ignoring your lame ex; he wanted to get back together with you because he missed you very much but you felt completely disgusted by the idea. Someone told you guys your age were idiots and even though he seemed normal at first, he proved to be everything you were told he would.

Zipping up your leather jacket and turning the keys, you hit downtown to see what could the night life offer a single lady such as yourself. You came across a nice-looking place with some live music and seats near the stage to enjoy the music while being seated and drinking. As you made your first order, you couldn’t help but to look at the guy a few tables away from you. He was kinda hot in a rough way.

After exchanging glances at one another, he made the first move of changing seats next to you. His name was Clint, or so he said. Much older than you but not enough to be an old guy.

“And what is a nice girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He asked before sipping from his drink.

“What can I say?” you shrugged, “my ex-man done me wrong and here I am spending my nights talking to hot but old strangers.” A flirty smile drew on your lips.

“Ouch,” Clint took his hand to his heart in an offended manner, “don’t hurt your old man like that, kid.”

After some enriching music, conversation and drinks, you found that that Clint used to work in a circus and that he was more or less skilled at shooting arrows. You were rather impressed with that and you asked him to please show you how to shoot one, and after paying for the drinks, he walked with you back to his place which was not far from the bar.

The night was a bit chilly, but not enough to make you shiver. His conversation was just as fun and as relaxed as he was inside the bar with all the noise and the people around you. At first you thought he was one of those guys who liked pick up young girls because he couldn’t afford to be with one his age, but he seemed more like the guy who actually didn’t care if he was with one or not. Like he didn’t care at all of anything around him, really.

His apartment was entirely neat, and even cleaner than yours. You wandered around his living room while he took out some beers from the fridge for you to drink. You saw some pictures with him and two children, and lots and lots of other people.

“If it’s not too personal, who are the kids in these pictures?” You pointed at one of the pictures.

“My sister’s kids.” He replied, getting closer and handing you your freezing can. “Good kids.”

“And I’m sure they love their uncle Clint, right?” You mocked. “That’s sweet.”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, rising his hands along with him, “all people tend to love me the minute they meet me so… we all win here, right?” He opened his can and took a long sip from it. You saw how his Adam’s apple bobbed and suddenly he became even hotter than how you pictured him. You decided to take a good sip too and let yourself enjoy his company.

Two beers later you were on the rooftop trying to shoot arrows, but it was useless, you were not only bad at it, you were terrible; not a single one hit the bull’s-eye, nonce. He, on the other hand, was incredibly good. He was so damn good that he didn’t need to look at his target. He looked at you and kept talking while shooting.

It was like watching that Brave scene when Merida rejects the sons of the lords, only 10 times cooler.

“You have to relax. You have to be the bow.” He tried to explain. “Try screaming, at the top of your lungs,” you did as he told you but you only ended up with a sore throat, “did that work?” you shook your head. “I didn’t think so,” he rolled his eyes, “ok, now try shaking?” you did, but you only felt even more ridiculous and he tried hard not to laugh at you.

“Oh god, I’m done with this.” You huffed and handed Clint his bow and the arrow he gave you to try.

“No, come on.” He said. “Take my hand–” Clint reached out his free hand and you reluctantly accepted it— “now close your eyes and try to breathe with me.” His voice was soft, and it took you a moment before you started imitating what he was doing. You felt your chest expanding with the air income and with your hands in his, you actually felt much more relaxed.

He slowly got closer and closer, until you had his breath brushing your lips. Your mouth hung a bit open when you felt the proximity of his. It was pure gut instinct that took over your senses, and in a split second you were crashing your lips on his and pulling from his jacket to make the distance disappear.

His strong hands held your waist tightly, and his thumbs circled the uncovered spots of your skin. The bow and quiver fell onto the concrete floor and the night suddenly became hotter. His mouth molded perfectly with yours and his tongue gently slid to intertwine with yours. Somehow, you were not very interested in shooting arrows anymore.

He carried you back to his apartment and closed the door by pushing you onto it. You got rid of your jacket and top and Clint followed in suit, revealing a scarred but ridiculously well-defined torso. You went for his lips again as he walked with you somewhere in his apartment, soon you realized it was his bedroom.

He gently placed you over the mattress and started placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He clearly knew what he was doing and you understood why people kept telling that messing around with boys your age was a waste of time. Older men definitely knew what to do, where to do it, when to do it and how to do it. His pace was soft, unlike your ex’s who wanted to get shit done ASAP; oh no, Clint took his time with you, making you enjoy the pleasures of being with a man with experience.

Your breath got caught in your windpipe when you felt a pair of calloused hands near the valley of your breasts, he slowly pulled down the fabric of your bra, giving you enough time to react and tell him to stop, but you said nothing, and your silence only indicated the permission he had. You helped Clint by freeing yourself from the straps and unclasping it from behind. Just a little help.

“I could that on my own, (Y/N).” He teased, keeping his lips glued to the skin of your chest. “I am not like the guys your age.”

“Since you’re a bit older—” you gasped— “I thought you might need a little help, right?”

“Well, I appreciate that.” He looked up at you and nodded.

He kissed and sucked on the hot skin of your breasts; Clint also spread your legs wider to lay comfortable in between them and use them as support once his lips carried on their way down to the hem of your jeans. He quickly unmade the button and pulled the fabric down your legs.

You supported yourself with your elbows on the mattress as he pulled away your wet underwear with his teeth. His hot breathing was a terrible teaser and it was amazing, because in your life someone had taken such care of you. His tongue did wonders and you were sure that you were tearing up his quilt with your tight grip. Hope he didn’t mind.

In a matter of seconds, you were blissfully screaming the Lord’s name and pushing Clint’s head closer to you. It took you a while you fathom how good he was just by eating you out. You stared at the ceiling, trying hard to catch your breath.

“Better than younger guys?” he savored his own lips, smirking wickedly at you.

“Oh, most certainly. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me right.”

“It’s only about to get better.” He unmade his jeans, revealing a glorious shaft under the tight underwear, and before throwing them away, he picked up a condom from his side table. At least he didn’t need to be told to fucking use one. You made a mental note on the various reasons why older guys were better than guys your age.

He positioned himself in between your legs, teasing your entrance with his length and slowly pushed in. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and lowered his upper body to distract you from the terrible stretching feeling by placing soft kisses on your lips. You were rather confused by his love demonstrations, was this a plain fuck or was he… being tender?

You arched your back from the mattress and held on to his broad shoulders as he pounded harder each second. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels on his butt. You loved to hear when he grunted trying to reach a deeper point in you; he was not loud, and compared to you he was a bit silent, but the little moans that spilled on his lips sounded like heaven.

If your previous orgasm was amazing, this one was indescribable. You couldn’t recall coming so loud and so joyfully. You surrendered on the mattress while he helped you ride out the orgasm while reaching his own. You had never been the one to come first, let alone a guy waiting for you. Well, he was not a random guy, he was a man.

After pulling out, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, and headed to the bathroom. You started picking up your clothes to get quickly dressed and leave, but before you could walk away from the bedroom, he appeared in his pajamas (that only included a pair of shorts) and leaned on the door frame.

“You’re not staying for breakfast?” He asked. “I mean, it’s a bit late for you to go out there.”

“I can call an Uber.” You shrugged.

“I’m a bit of a sucker for cuddling,” he admitted, shrugging and walking to the bed, “why don’t you accept my invitation for breakfast and stay the night?” He patted the bed with a huge grin on his face. “You can take a shirt from the drawer; the first one.”

You sighed and did as he told. He was a bit right, it was too late to call an Uber and breakfast sounded like a great idea. You searched for a shirt you liked and that you could keep. A purple one with a red, white and blue bull’s-eye in the middle. It was big enough to cover your butt and you loved the way it looked on you. You even got whistles and cheering from Clint as you did a bit of modeling. When you were about to close the drawer, you found some dark, leather-looking clothing.

“What’s this?” You asked, holding the sort of sleeveless vest.

“Oh, it’s my uniform.”

“Circus uniform?” You asked again, folding the garment and closing for good the drawer. You slid under the covers and cuddled next to Clint.

“No, more like avenging uniform. I’m Clint Barton, by the way.” He smiled, kissed the top of your head and then called it quits by turning off the lights.

Your wife is hot part 2 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The Justice League is coming over at Wayne’s mansion for a barbecue…

Someone asked for a part two, so here’s a part two …Hope you’ll enjoy :s

Part one

(My masterlist blog here :


You didn’t really expect the Leaguers to take you up on your barbecue offer…but they did. And this times, they were all here. Fortunately, Wayne mansion’s garden was massive. And with multiple trips to shops, Alfred you and your boys were able to bring enough food of all kind that it was all good. 

Except that you were stressed, yet again. So many superheroes in the same place, wasn’t it a bit of bad luck ? Like asking for a catastrophe to happen ? Oh my God, what if a major world threat arrived in your garden and started to destroy everything ?

You felt an arm go around your shoulder, and, instantly recognizing it, you wrapped your own arm around his waist. 

Bruce. Your Bruce. You snuggle into his side. 

-Are you nervous again ? 

-Is that this obvious ? 

-Only to me, I know you darling. 

You smiled to him and went on your tip toe to kiss him. Even on your tippy toes though, you were too short and he bent forward to meet your lips. Fucking giant man. 

-It’s going to be alright. They know they should leave you alone, they might be all more powerful than me physically, but they know better than to actually piss me off. You know, I got plans to take them down.

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college au! where the kids handle their alcohol…

Deku- He doesn’t drink. Usually the DD. When he does drink, however, he is emotional and a lightweight. “You’re too nice to me, Uraraka-san. I don’t deserve you!” Kinda reckless, he ran into a wall once and busted his nose.

Uraraka- She’s the one who gets really honest and brutal. “BAKUGOU, YOU CAN EAT MY ASS.” She turns into the “dumb baby” of the group. “Who wants to see me, jump down this flight of stairs?” She ends up floating away half the time and no one ever knows where she is.

Iida- Typically doesn’t drink either. The other DD. When he does drink he doesn’t change that much, just kinda loosens up a bit. “HAS EVERYONE DRANK WATER. MAKE SURE YOU DRINK WATER BETWEEN ALCOHOL. IT PREVENTS HANGOVERS AND WILL-” A chatter box.

Bakugou- Shirtless. He’s the one who gets drunk and immediately loses his shirt. Becomes more friendly(ish), but the nicknames stick. “Deku isn’t actually half bad for being a complete fucking idiot.” Lost his shoes and made a pair out of Hantas tape. “IT’S CALLED INOVATION, ASSBITCH.”

Kirishima- The karaoke master. Literally knows every single song. Toxic by Britney Spears? Knows it. Life is a highway by Rascal Flatts? Got it. The hype man. He ends up on top of a table at some point. He goes up to people asks, “Wanna know how I got these scars?” “You only have one and it was when you were a BABY.”

Momo- She usually provides the alcohol for the party. “JUST MAKE IT FOR US!” “We gotta be responsible if we DO drink.” Makes sure no one’s stuff gets messed with. Gets really giggly when drunk and everyone falls in love.

Todoroki- Spicy boy™. Beyonce once said, “I get filthy when that liquor gets into me.” Speaking of Beyonce, Partition is his jam and will not hesitate to dance his ass off. Half lidded eyes are his his look when he’s drunk.

Tsuyu- Can handle her alcohol. The one who tends to the emotional drunks. Makes sure to drink plenty of water. She takes “drinking like a fish” to another level. Gets existential. “You ever wondered why were here?”

Kaminari- The DJ. Will play everyone’s favorite song then follow it up with cotton eyed joe and he thinks it’s hilarious. The one guy who has rhythm but can’t dance for shit… so it kinda looks like he knows what he’s doing.

Jirou- Comes out her shell more. Is actually a big dork and makes sure everyone has a good time. Mentions memes or vines to everything everyone says. “It’s hot in here.” “It’s the heat.” “Can you read this for me?” “No I cannot. What up. I’m Jared, I’m 19 and I never fuckin’ learned how to read.”

Mina- “Typical” drunk girl. Here to have a good time and  Does 10 shots off the bat. She laughs really loud and compliments everyone. “WHO WANTS TO DO JELLO SHOTS?” Is always down for beer pong and she always wins. The Champ™

gellbellshead  asked:

"Person A is walking down the hallway at school/work and Person B walks up behind them and pulls on their bag to get their attention. Person A flips out into self defense mode and this is really awkward because I’ve pinned you against the wall with my elbow in your throat and our faces are inches from each others and we are ~just friends~ but holy fuck do you look hot when you’re mad and you just pinned me against a wall and there is a lot of possible sexual tension here lord help."

Up Close and Personal 

here you go my love! I hope this is kinda what you wanted! I’ve left it open at the end so if anyone’s interested I may continue. 

Enjoy xx


It was Monday morning and Betty Cooper was running late. Her converse squeaked slightly as she rushed down the hallway, her hands hastily pinning a stray hair back into place as the curls of her pony tail bounced with the hurried movements.

“Shit, shit, shit!” she mumbled as she noted the lack of students in the halls, checking her watch and letting out a groan with the realisation that homeroom had already begun.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails grazing the skin of her palms she willed the pressure in her chest to dissipate. Her breathing was shallow and her stomach was in knots as her anxiety spiked.

Locker first. No home room first. But you’re already late. Wait which is closer.

Her eyes darted around the hallway, when suddenly they landed on a dark figure turning the corner up ahead. She strained her gaze before her green orbs widened with realisation. She knew that dark figure. It was the beanie that gave him away, the same grey knitted cap he had worn ever since they met as children.

Suddenly the anxiety left her body, the impending panic attack halting as shock took its place. Her feet fused to the ground as her limbs seized with surprise.

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Sunny Days-chapter 11

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Honeymoon period begins

Warnings- fluff and smut. Spanking, Masturbation, Sex, Vibrator, Squirting. Yeah, it’s a dirty chapter.

Word Count- about 4.3k

Author’s Note- Yeah, I meant to move the plot forward and it doesn’t seem like that’s really happening but this sets up how Negan is going to try and keep Sunny occupied and distracted from leaving the room. This was not as proofread as usual, because I wanted to get it out asap.

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Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Sunny slowly opened her eyes and snapped them back shut against the bright light that assaulted her vision.

Why are the freaking lights on? Who does that?

She sat up rubbing her eyelids with her palms and tried again. Her eyes adjusted and focused on her new surroundings. Her hands flew to her mouth, smothering her gasp. She sat alone in a beautiful king sized bed with the softest silkiest sheets she’d ever felt. There was luxury dripping off everything in the room. She had never seen, let alone been in a room as beautiful as this one. She was almost afraid to touch anything.

She threw off the downy comforter eager to explore. Goosebumps raised along her bare legs and arms. Looking down, she saw she was clad only in a pink satin slip with black lace that hung low on the tops of her breasts from two spaghetti straps. Her back was completely exposed. The hem reached the tops of her thighs and two slits on either side worked their way up to her hips. Apparently, no panties had been provided. Moving to slide off the tall bed, she looked down and saw two kitten heel slippers with black feathery fluff.

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A/N: @daintyunicorn asked for the dialogue prompt “Enough with the sass!” as a funny prompt with Negan and Daryl. There might also be some slight saucy elements too because my brain took me in that direction oops but I hope you like this! :D

Word count: 870

Warnings: Swearing, kinda NSFW sexual innuendos, hot kissing, an embarrassed Daryl

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

“I swear, you spend more time in your office than you do with your own wives,” you said, pouting slightly as you looked back at Negan. You were sitting on top of his huge hardwood desk, your leg propped up so you could show off your cute pumps and sheer stocking clad leg. Still, he barely glanced at you.

“Darling, nothing would get done around here if I stayed in the parlor and fucked my wives all day,” Negan said as he peeled his eyes away from his work to briefly glance up at you. “Believe me, there’s nothing I’d like more than to bury my cock in you but I’ve got to deal with Rick the Prick and his fucking shenanigans on top of making sure no one acts like a fucking dumbass around here.”

“If ifs and buts were candies and nuts than we’d all have a Merry Christmas,” you said as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t push it, doll.” Negan sighed and went back to his papers. “If you want to stay here that’s fine with me, but you gotta stop fucking interrupting me. Got it?”

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Here are some winter aus too

- I slipped on ice outside and you ran over and tried to help but ended up slipping too so now we’re both just kinda lying on the ground

- You built an igloo this morning and every time I look out the window you’re just kind of sitting in it doing nothing- are you okay?

- We had a snowman building contest and I built a really cute family of them and you built a cannabalistic snowman eating another one- jfc there are children here what’s wrong with you

- You were walking your dog by my house and I was aiming to hit the tree behind you with a snowball but I just nailed you in the face I’m sO SORry do you want hot chocolate??

- Would you stop trying to sell the neighborhood kids yellow snow saying it’s a lemon slushee-honestly I don’t know why I married you

She Has a Point - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Request:  13rw jeff x Reader where it’s like that stereotypical polar opposites but they talk occasionally small talk bc they have a class together n one day he kinda just pulls her into a cupboard and either kisses her or tells her how he feels :)

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Word Count: 482

I was sitting in English class when, once again, the jocks behind me started snickering. Loudly. I groaned and turned around in the hopes of shushing them, it was independent work time after all, but they all ignored me. I turned back around, pushing my glasses up in the process, and tried shutting the group of boys out and work on the assignment.

“What the hell is wrong with them?” I whispered under my breath, but one of the jocks heard me.

“What was that?” He asked me. “Do you have a problem with us?”

“Yes, actually,” I said, turning around again. “I don’t think that you all being loud as hell is respectful seeing how the rest of us are trying to work,”

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Staying Cool in the Heat: Love, a Californian

Didn’t want to reblog the post about keeping cool in the heat and make it even longer, but as a native Californian, here’s some of my own tips! 

Clothing matters. And no, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO GET DOWN TO TANK-TOPS AND SHORTS. In fact, there’s one thing in particular that’s kinda hard to get but also kinda not if you know where to look in the right places: linen. clothing. I CANNOT RECOMMEND LINEN CLOTHING ENOUGH. The bigger and looser it is on your body, THE BETTER. 

I know, seems counter-intuitive to put on MORE when it’s hot. But let me show you something. 

LIGHT COLOR. LOOSE. LINEN. CLOTHING. THIS WAS NOT JUST BECAUSE IT WAS THE MODE DUJOUR IN ANCIENT EGYPT AND GREECE. If you look at other countries in the same latitudes, such as in the Middle East and Northern Africa–COUNTRIES THAT ARE REALLY HOT, much of the clothing is linen, or linen-like, and actually covers quite a lot of the body. You would think they would over-heat, but there is a secret to this. 

The linen lets heat escape your body, while wicking away sweat. As you walk, the sweat in the linen is cooled by the air–cooling your body off as you walk around. It works on the exact same principle as fans but grosser: the movement of the air cools the sweat on your body. Ancient peoples knew what they were doing, and you can see it in 18th century shirts too.

Thin, loose clothing, big sleeves that move around really easy, cooling the sweat in the cloth. 

And, yes. Unfortunately, you will have to choose between smelling nice or staying cool. It’s real tempting to put on deodorant because you’re sweating so much, so you’re gonna be stinkier, but the sweat is there to cool you off. Antiperspirant deodorant gets in the way of that. Put on a perfume or something else instead. Shaving your pits will help with the smell–and keeping you cool.

Anyway, tips from a native Californian! There’s a reason (if you’re not at the beach) the loose, flowy, bohemian-type clothing comes out around this time.

20 Questions Led to This (Cheryl x Jughead SMUT)

Summary: Jughead found out that Cheryl has liked him for a while now they decided to set up a date. Only the date ended up being sex at Mayor McCoy’s House. Based on my RP Blog, when Josie and Jughead save Cheryl from her mother. Cheryl’s secret crush on Jughead had come out. With Josie at a sleepover at Val’s and Mayor McCoy out of town, Cheryl invited Jughead to come over and fix a little problem of hers that he started.

Warnings: Smut, Like A lots of Smut, Unprotected sex (literally they used a condom once. wtf), heartfelt conversations too, dirty talk, daddy kink, I mean Cheryl is in this,

Disclaimer: Betty and Jughead are not nor were they ever a couple in this! Also, @jugheadkingofweirdos helped me writing this! <3


20 Questions Led to This (Cheryl x Jughead Smut)

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Jams With Java

Spencer Reid

Spencer hated being set up. It never worked out, no matter which one of his well intentioned friends was doing the match making.

Tonight had been no exception and as he wandered through the city streets back to his apartment he silently cursed himself for letting Derek convince him that this time would be different.

The girl he’d double dated with had been okay. A doctor who Savannah worked with at the hospital; she’d been very well educated and was extremely attractive, not that that was something that mattered to Spencer. But as the four of them had sat and eaten their food, it was blindingly obvious to everyone at their table that there was no connection between the two. When it got to that point where his ‘date’ was openly flirting with the waiter, Spencer pulled his friend to one side, made his excuses and left. He should have felt bad about running out mid date, but there was no love lost there. And Derek understood, even apologising to him for how the night had gone.

“It’s fine, Derek. I’ll see you at work on Monday, okay?”

And so it wasn’t even ten pm on a Friday night and Spencer was on his way home to spend yet another weekend alone in his own company. Which most of the time he didn’t mind, but now that even Morgan seemed to be settling down, there were times when it bothered him. The problem was he didn’t really know what he was looking for in a partner, all he knew what that he needed that connection, that instant spark. And he’d yet to feel it. Maybe he never would?

Spencer was just about to turn the corner off of the main street when he spotted a bright lit store front further down the road. Last time he’d come this way, the store was still boarded up and vacant, yet now it looked like it was open even this late.

He decided to walk the few yards further to check it out, seeing a brightly decorated sign ‘Jams with Java’.

As he approached the store front he could see that it appeared to be a music store combined with a coffee shop, with a sign announcing it’s late night opening. Forever on the look out for good coffee Spencer decided to check it out, pushing the door open and hearing the jangle of bells over the low melody that was playing.

Looking around, he smiled slightly to himself. There were only three customers in there sitting at booths off to one side. In the middle of each table was a mounted electronic tablet with a headphone splitter attached to it. It looked like people could plug their own headphones in and peruse the stores music choice, whilst they drank their coffee or ate the various baked goods they had on offer. A third of the store was taken up with rows and rows of albums, both vinyl and cds although Spencer was tech savvy enough to know that a lot of people just downloaded their music these days. He still preferred to own ‘hard copies’ though. The final third had various musical instruments on display, acoustic guitars and such. The smell of coffee permeated the entire space and Spencer found himself walking over to one of the tables and pulling up a chair.

After a few moments the only member of staff who appeared to be working came over and smiled at him. Her name tag read 'Victoria’ and she had one of the most enchanting smiles that Reid had ever seen. Her face looked almost bare of any make up, although Spencer knew from JJ and Emily that the so called 'natural’ look could take longer to achieve. Her hair was a mixture of honey coloured blonde with darker undertones to it and was cut relatively short for a female. She wore it in a side parting with the right side falling longer than the left and it framed her faced beautifully.

It took Spencer a minute to realise that she’d spoken, asking what he’d like to order.

“Sorry,” he shook himself out of his trance.

“That’s alright. You certainly looked like you were off in another world. Was it nice there, can I come?” her voice was like a wind chime in a light summers breeze, a sound Spencer could listen to for hours on end.

“Pardon?” he’d heard her words but wasn’t sure what she was saying.

“The other world you were just in… Was it nice there? Actually, just ignore me, it’s been a long day.”

“Sorry. It’s been a long day for me too.”

She smiled again, “If it’s been that long should you really be prolonging it by drinking coffee? Not that I should be turning down business in my first week. Decaf perhaps?” she wrinkled up her nose at the word decaf as did Spencer.

“I don’t sleep much anyway. A cappuccino would be fine though please, no decaf. I really don’t see the point.”

“Me neither. I adore coffee for both the taste, and the hit it gives me. Which is much needed sometimes. So, cappuccino it is, that’s my favourite too. Can I interest you in a pastry or a cookie? A muffin perhaps? We’ve got these amazing coffee and chocolate chip flavoured muffins, they are to die for. In fact, I really need to stop promoting them. I have two left and if they don’t sell, I get to take them both home.”

A thought passed through Spencer’s brain which he quickly dismissed, but then back tracked to it, deciding for once to act on it.

“Could I get the two muffins then and two cappuccinos please?”

“Two…. Jeez, you really don’t need much sleep. Give me two ticks and I’ll bring them over.”

She wandered away back behind the counter and Spencer found himself watching her as she walked. She was curvy, a very voluptuous figure hidden in black skinny jeans and a black long cardigan. Her v neck t shirt had been bright pink though and Spencer hadn’t been able to stop himself noticing the ample creamy cleavage that peeked out of the v.

Trying to not seem like he was biding the time before she returned, he started to swipe through the tablet, struggling slightly with the different options on there. He could work his iPhone but the interface on the tablet was different and he gave up just as Victoria returned to the table. She set out both drinks and muffins in front of him and he swiftly moved one of each to the space in front of the empty chair opposite him.

“You expecting company?” she asked him.

Spencer felt his cheeks start to flush as he shook his head and looked down at the table.

“Erm no, I was… um. I wondered if maybe you wanted to join me. There’s not a lot of people in here and you seem… god, I’m being stupid. Of course you don’t want to join me, you probably have much better things to do than talk to some random stranger….. ”

He felt a small hand touch his and then quickly retract and when he looked up he saw that she had climbed into the seat opposite, her waitresses notepad sitting on the table.

“So… Random stranger. If I’m going to eat muffins and drink coffee with you, I kinda feel like I should know your name maybe?” she took a sip of the hot drink, her lips pursing around the mug.

“I’m Spencer… Spencer Reid,” he couldn’t believe she’d joined him, butterflies jumping about in his stomach.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Spencer Reid. I’m Victoria.”

“I know.”

“You know?” she suddenly looked alarmed and Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Your name badge…. ” he pointed to her chest at the badge that proclaimed her name.

Victoria started to laugh herself,“That’s happened to me three times this week. Customers calling me by my name and every time I’m like, how do they know? My sister always laughs at me. I really need to remember that it’s attached to my chest.”

“Your sister? Does she work here too?” Reid asked, taking a bite out of the muffin. Christ… It WAS good, she definitely hadn’t been lying.

“Yup. We actually own this place. My sister, her husband, and me. Our grandparents passed away earlier this year, within days of each other. We were their only grandchildren so as sad and upset as we were, we were both pleasantly surprised to discover that they’d been sitting an a sizeable rainy day fund, which they left to us. We decided to do something that would hopefully make them proud. Our Gramps always loved music and Grandma loved baking and food. And myself and Amy love coffee as well as food and music so we thought we’d combine all three. We’ve only been open for a week but we seem to be doing okay. And although it’s hard work, it’s fun….I’m rambling, I’m so sorry!”

Spencer could listen to her ramble all day, he thought.

“You’re really not.. I live a few blocks away and wondered who’d taken over this place. It was only tonight that I saw it was open and decided to come and see what was what.”

The pair talked for a while longer, sipping their coffee and eating their muffins, tearing tiny pieces off. One by one the other customers left until it was just Victoria and Spencer. She glanced to the clock on the wall, jumping when she saw the time.

“Balls… It’s eleven. I’m meant to close up at ten thirty,” she slid off the chair, quickly moving to the door and flipping the sign to closed.

Spencer followed her, hovering by the door. “Erm, how much do I owe you…”

She waived her hands away, “Nothing, it’s on me Spencer.”

“Can I… At least help you clean up then maybe? Seeing as I’ve distracted you and kept you here longer than you needed to be?”

He didn’t want to leave, he really didn’t want to walk away from this woman.

“Nah it’s fine. I live in the apartment above anyway. Sissy and hubby have an apartment a few blocks down but I think figured I’d save on the rent seeing as we were forking out for this place anyway. And it means I’m generally always here to accept deliveries. Will you come by again? I enjoyed talking to you tonight.”

Spencer nodded and begrudgingly accepted that he was going to have to leave her company. He opened the door and bid her adieu, albeit rather sadly.

She was just about to lock the door when he turned, going with his gut instinct for the second time that evening. She stopped, holding the door ajar when she saw he’d turned around.

“Victoria…I don’t want to… erm… Christ, I haven’t even asked if you’ve got a boyfriend… But would you… Maybe want to go out with me? For dinner sometime?”

She looked surprised to begin with and Spencer began to panic thinking he’d made the biggest mistake ever. But then her lips started to twitch upwards into a smile and she slowly nodded.

“I don’t have a boyfriend… And I’d very much like to go out with you sometime.”

“Really?” his voice squeaked causing her to grin even wider.

“Yeah, really. In fact, I’m actually free tomorrow. We only open late on a Friday. We close at six on Saturdays.”

“So I could maybe pick you at seven?” Spencer tried to control the nerves that were creeping into his voice.

“I think you definitely could.”

She rummaged inside her apron and pulled out her pad and pen, scribbling her number down on it and handing it to him.

“Text me, when you get home so I have yours too. And I’ll very much look forward to seven pm tomorrow.”

“So will I.”

Spencer took the paper, his fingers brushing against Victoria’s as he did.

And there it was, that spark he’d been so desperately waiting to feel.


Please be careful, women.

There are men out here who are masters at “negging”.

NEGGING is when a man insults or gives a backhanded compliment to a woman in order to make her more vulnerable to his sexual advances.

He can’t get sex from an attractive woman like her otherwise, so he has to reduce her self esteem to get her to give in.

You may think most women wouldn’t fall for this tactic. But believe it or not, they do.

Here is an example of this type of thing.

Man : *Walks Up to Woman*
“Do you like being tall?”

Woman : “I love it. 😁”

Man : “Are tall women only good for basketball?”

Woman : “What?”

Man : “Are tall women only good for basketball? I’m just wondering what’s the hype about tall women. They seem to only be good for basketball if you ask me.”

Woman : “I don’t think my height is only good for basketball.”

Man : “And you can’t play basketball either? Yikes. Waste of height then.”

Woman : “Yeah but I could model.”

Man : “Most attractive women aren’t tall. I mean, I’m not saying you’re unattractive. I’m sure you could be. I’m just saying the height doesn’t help.”

Woman : *Silence*

Man : *Walks away and buys a shorter woman a drink*
*Walks back*

Woman : “Did you buy her a drink?”

Man : “Yeah, she seemed like she could use one. I’m just generous like that.”
*Never offers tall woman a drink*

Woman : “Would you date a woman who was tall if she had a nice body?”

Man : “Nice body means nothing if the sex is below average. I don’t know. Tall women just don’t do it for me.”

Woman : “So you wouldn’t even give a tall woman a chance?”

Man : “What? Are you trying to prove me wrong?”

Woman : “No. I’m just asking.”

Man : “My point exactly.”
*Walks away again*
*Walks back*
“What are you doing after you leave here?”

Woman : “I’m going home.”

Man : “I’ll tell you what. You’re kinda hot in a….weird type of way. Let’s see if you could change my mind.”

Woman : “What about me is weird?”

Man : “Hey, let’s see. It’s not often that I do this. I’m a short woman type of man.”

So they go to his place.

As she is having sex with him, the whole time she is trying extremely hard to satisfy this complete fucking loser. She is constantly looking at him to see if he seems like he is enjoying himself. She is ignoring any discomfort she feels.
All because she needs this one stranger to validate her and she can’t understand why.
He gets his nut and doesn’t give a fuck about her.
Once they finish, she asks him if she changed his mind about tall women.
He tells her, “Eh ..wasn’t bad but not quite.”

anonymous asked:

I seen that you have US Sans be able to drive a motorcycle in your fanfic, so care to share a few headcanons on that? Also, how would Blueberry react to having a crush on a tough biker chick that enjoys racing against him on the open road?

*Sure thing!  Even though Blueberry is a Papyrus-personality, he’s still a Sans to me, so I try to keep some of those Sans quirks with him.  A love of stars/space is one thing, and the motorcycle is basically just Sans’s version of Papyrus’s sports car, since Sans is riding a tricycle on the open road.  Although a fun fact is that I actually headcanon UT!Sans as riding a moped (because I originally mistook the tricycle as one).  

Cars always seemed a bit big for Blueberry.  He likes to be in control, and while the idea of being able to take his friends along as passengers in a car appeals to him, he still prefers something with more maneuverability.  With a motorcycle, he feels like he has total control over it’s movements, be it with the way he leans his body with the bike, or the way he can easily weave between cars on the road.  

Blueberry likes power.  He wants to soar down the highway, and he’s a little bit on the reckless side.  Thankfully, his control of blue magic helps him prevent any wrecks.  

His motorcycle is flashy and expensive.  It’s got blue lights that illuminate the road around him at night.  

He likes to get into impromptu street races.  And by that, I mean he watched a street racing movie once and decided that’s just what humans do.  He’ll shout at the drivers at red lights and attempt to race them, and his efforts double if he sees another motorcyclist.  He won’t use his magic during a race unless it’s to help one of the other drivers or stop himself from potentially wrecking into them.  

Stretch is adamantly against the races and whoever let Blueberry watch the movie is in for a Bad Time.

US!Sans–Blueberry the Biker:

She always seemed the most beautiful to him when she was leaned over her bike and wearing a smirk.

On one of the days when Blueberry was trying to engage the drivers around him in a friendly street race (how else was he supposed to make friends with the human drivers?), she pulled up next to him on a motorcycle.  There was a part of him that was intimidated; after all, she looked tough in her leather jacket, tight jeans, and knee-high black boots.  He couldn’t see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but an amused smile was curving her lips.  “Sure, I’ll take you up on that, Bones.”

Of course, she thoroughly beat Blueberry, but he gave her a run for her money.  After expressing his admiration for her racing prowess, Blueberry set about trying to beat her.  Day after day, he’d meet her at the same spot and demand a rematch.  On days that she didn’t show up, he felt antsy.  On the days that she did, it felt like his SOUL was thrumming in his chest.  What was once the desire to push himself to be the best motorcycle racer he could be had slowly shifted to him just wanting to grab her attention.  He bought his own leather jacket, and when she didn’t comment, he went to Red for help.  

The next day, he appeared wearing the arm costume tattoo arm sleeves over his bones, thick-soled combat boots, huge sunglasses, chaps over his pants with chains hanging down from the sides, fingerless gloves, a skull-and-crossbone shirt, and the leather jacket with spiked studs all over the shoulders. 
….Yeah, Edge may have walked in and decided to lend his expertise, too.

The biker chick started laughing, and Blueberry looked crestfallen.  “Oh, Bones, what… haha, dude, what’re you wearing?”

His cheeks magically puffed out in a pout.  “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?  THIS IS WHAT ALL BIKERS WEAR!  AND I’M CLEARLY A BIKER, SO I SHOULD DRESS MORE APPROPRIATELY!”  His cheekbones are dusted a light blue, and he’s gripping the handlebars of his bike tight to keep himself from bolting.  Ugh, she’s laughing at him!  He never should have consulted those two.  

“Bones, you’re not a biker–”

“MY NAME I-ISN’T BONES!  IT’S THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!”  Oh, stars, his voice cracked a little, but if she’s going to make fun of him, then she doesn’t get to use a nickname.  

“Okay, Sans.  There’s nothing wrong with what you were wearing before.  So why the sudden change?”

“I JUST WANTED TO LOOK COOL LIKE YOU!” He suddenly admits, feeling stupid.  His eyesockets are burning, but he’s not a babybones; he’s not going to cry.   

She looks taken aback and stares at him for a moment.  A slow smile curves her lips, and she steps over to him and pulls his sunglasses off.  How did he–oh, it was taped on with duct tape, the manliest of tapes.  It takes an awkward couple of seconds longer than it should have because of this, but she finally manages to wiggle his glasses free of the tape.  His eyelights are wide as he stares up at her, and she tips her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to meet his gaze.  “I already think you look cool.”

“Y..YOU DO?”  His eyelights instantly shift into stars.  She grins, nodding.

“Dude, you’re a literal skeleton on a motorcycle.  It doesn’t get much cooler than that.”

Huh.  He never thought of it like that, but now that she’s mentioned it.. that does sound super cool!  His confidence is back, and he mweh heh’s a couple of times, squaring his shoulders.  “WELL, I CAN’T ARGUE WITH THAT LOGIC!  AND.. I DO KINDA MISS MY BANDANNA.”

“Well, why don’t you go change, and then we can race?”

He blinks, his head tilting.  “WHY DO I NEED TO CHANGE TO RACE?”

The biker chick grins, sliding a finger across his jaw, before she hooks the end of his sunglasses through the collar of his shirt.  “Because we’re not going to race here.”  He looks confused, and she smirks. “We’re going to race to dinner.”

And that’s how Blueberry scored a date with a smokin’ hot biker chick.  Red and Edge take all the credit for scoring him that date.  

NSFW ABCs: A is for Aftercare

First thing’s first: credit for this whole shebang goes to @fairy-tail-babes who created this challenge/game/compiled the list of prompts I’ll be making my way through over the next month. 

Permalink to their original post is here for those of you who would like to check it out! I’ve also reblogged the original post to my blog. (Which is what OP would like those of us who take on their challenge to do. That being said, if anyone sees this and decides to take a crack at it as well, please make sure to properly credit OP!)

So, I’ve decided to tackle this challenge by way of drabbles and headcanons at the pace of one letter a day. The goal here is to get into the habit of writing daily no matter what it is I’m writing and to become more active on my blog outside of reblogs and screaming in tags.

I’m really excited for what I have planned for some of these prompts and I’m looking forward to sharing this all with you in time! But that’s enough of my rambling–today we’re tackling Aftercare. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Idk if this has been done yet, but how would the suitors react the first time they see the Princess wearing glasses? (BTW I hope you're having a great weekend!)

Thanks! My weekend was pretty good :) So confession - I think glasses are smexy, and even tho I don’t need them, sometimes I wear them with clear lenses, lol.


Sid - Saunters into her office one day and sees her look up over the top of her glasses as they sit on the bridge of her nose. *whistles* “Wow. Did it just get really hot in here?”


Giles - He’s taking her out to pick out frames, so she’s looking at them one by one and she picks up a pair and puts them on. “Giles, what do you think?”

“Heavens, Princess, I think my fever just spiked.”

Byron - He arrives in Wysteria for a meeting, and he sees the Princess enter the parlor.

“What did you want to meet about King Byron?”

“Sexy glasses… I mean, social classes.”

Louis - She shows up in the ballroom with her new glasses and she’s kinda shy and feeling self conscious about them, and Louis just thinks she’s super adorable in them, he can’t help but grin.


Leo -*She arrives for their lesson and she’s not wearing them, and he knows she needs them* “Come on, put on your glasses.” *She pulls them out of her pocket and puts them on* *he’s sitting there trying to hold his sh*t together with blood trickling from his nose*


Nico - *squeeeee* “They’re so cute on you!” *takes them and puts them on his face* “I want glasses too!”


Rayvis - He strolls into the Palace, confident and ready for this meeting with the Princess. He hasn’t seen her in a while, but he’s all business - he turns a corner and sees her talking to Leo from a distance. He’s … what? Tf did he call a meeting for? What is the date today? He doesn’t even know his name anymore …


Alyn - *teasing * “I bet you look silly with them on.” *she puts them on and looks at him* *he chokes on his on spit and falls off the bench* “Oh god, so hot….”


Robert - *she arrives for a portrait painting in his studio and he’s all chatty getting ready, but he hasn’t looked at her yet when- * “Oh, you look so mature and regal with your glasses Princess. How fitting.”


Albert - *he is secretly thrilled he has something in common with her that they can talk about* “Hey, so if you want to know good ways to clean your glasses, I mean, I can show you sometime … ”

Savior - Kol X OC

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Summary: Kol is bored and is looking for a meal, but it doesn’t turn out the way he thought it would.

Author’s Note: So, this isn’t fun. I don’t know why I wrote this, it’s kinda pointless lol, I was just bored in class this afternoon and this happened. I’ve never wrote something like this before but I’m still posting it, maybe you’ll like it.

Words: 1202

Warnings: Blood and violence.

Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Originally posted by showandwrite

It was a hot and noisy night in New-Orleans and Kol Mikaelson couldn’t have been more annoyed. His siblings were off doing God knows what with God knows who, though he was pretty sure Elijah was with his niece and her mother. He wandered in the street of his brother’s city without paying much attention to where he was going and ended up in what could only be the least crowded bar of the city.

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#i wonder Eliot actually needs glasses 

I know I only just got into this fandom, but yeah I might have gone a little overboard with my research on Eliot’s glasses because I have a Thing for them 

so personally I think, yes he needs them - he wore them outside of cons in season 1 a couple times (definitely in The Nigerian Job and The Two-Horse Job), then there’s the “New glasses” comment in The Jailhouse Job, and I think one of the creators answered some questions from the fans at some point and said that, while Christian apparently doesn’t need glasses, Eliot does. 

Also someone (possibly the same creator, possibly another one - I’d have to look for it again and I don’t know all their names yet) said that, while they pretty much treated them like reading glasses, if they had to pick they’d say Eliot is probably a bit near-sighted.

(okay I think I need to correct myself here - I went A LOT overboard with my “research” XD)

anonymous asked:

Not to be greedy, but do you have a snippet of PMIAMD you could share?? I'm loving it so much <3

Hiii love! My weekend went differently from how I expected, a lot of adult problems that have practically thrown themselves at me. Not fun! Anyway, I didn’t get written as much as I wanted to, but I may be able to catch up and send it out by Wednesday! Anyway, I’ve got a snippet, yes! It’s not beta’ed, so you get to keep whatver typos and mistakes you find! :) 

“What about you?”

Louis tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“Will the boy you bring home be held to those standards too?” Harry asked, keeping his eyes on Louis’ face.

“Well.” Louis looked to the side, laughing awkwardly. “I never brought anyone back home.”

Harry blinked at him. He hadn’t expected that answer. “So the first dude you ever brought back home was a fake boyfriend?”

“Dude,” Louis repeated, patting Harry’s knee. “You’ve become all American, haven’t you?”

He was avoiding the topic, and Harry decided not to prod it. “Doing my best.”

“It’s a bit ridiculous, you know, with that British accent.” Louis leaned in and Harry watched him close his eyes, dark lashes meeting golden skin.

“Actually,” Harry said, drawing his finger up from Louis’ chest to his neck. “I’ve been told I sound a little American by now.”

Shaking his head, Louis closed the gap. “I can’t believe that makes you proud.”

Their lips had just met, when someone clearing their throat loudly behind them made Harry draw back from Louis. Louis withdrew his hand from Harry’s leg, and he brought some space between them. Turning his head to look over the backrest of the sofa, Harry saw Niall stand by the door.

“Now, that looks a lot different from how you two treated each other last time I’ve seen you.” Niall smirked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“That was ages ago,” Harry said.

“A few months max.” Niall walked over, resting his hip against the backrest of the sofa.

“Louis, I need you in make-up,” Barbara said from the door. She glanced at Niall briefly before she focused back on Louis. “We gotta do something about your hair.”

“Coming.” Louis was out of his seat in a second, rushing over to her. Harry couldn’t really blame him for fleeing the scene.

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