prompt: 13reasonswhy16q7w asked: Your recent imagine was so good I was wondering if you could write one with clay were he slowly starts to fall in love with the reader but has a hard time with it because he feels like it’s wrong because of everything with Hannah but he gives in :)
a/n: hannah is alive in this imagine ! also i have about 3 more 13rw requests, im pretty excited i hope i can get them done. as always feedback is appreciated and requests are open
Clay had met you at the Crestmont Movie Theater. You had walked in alone and ordered a small popcorn with a drink. Clay had used Hannah’s trick and only put butter on the top of the popcorn. And soon enough, in the middle of the movie, you had came out and asked for more butter. You and Clay had started talking while Hannah was witnessing it. It turns out you were new to Crestmont, and had only moved there 2 weeks ago.
Once you said your goodbyes and gave Clay your number, Hannah had began to tease Clay. “You totally did the butter thing, which was a good idea. She’s really cute.” Hannah claimed, leaving Clay’s face a tomato red. So the next Monday, you started going to Liberty High and where you ran into none other than Clay Jensen. “Hey.” You greeted him with a bright smile on your face, leading to butterflies forming in Clay’s stomach. “Hey Y/N.” He greeted with an equally bright smile.
“So you come here now?” Clay asked, trying to make the situation less awkward. “Yes I do Jensen, and I was hoping you could give me a tour of the school.” You hinted, giving Clay a playful nudge. Clay let out a laugh before bringing his arm, motioning towards. “Shall we get started madam?” He asked to which you let out a laugh. As Clay gave you a tour of the school, he couldn’t help but notice your features. How you genuinely listened to him and smiled and laugh at his dumb jokes, especially his Star Wars ones. God he was developing feelings for you.
“Fuck.” Clay muttered but you heard him. “Something wrong?” You asked, Clay giving you a smile and reassuring you nothing was wrong. But something was wrong. Clay had always liked Hannah, and they were on good terms. Hannah may have even liked him back, but once you came into the picture he couldn’t help but feel his heart stop when he saw you smile. But Clay pushed away his feelings, brushing them off as a small crush and was nothing serious.
After a course of 2 months, Clay’s feelings for you had grown greatly, to the point where he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “You’re more nervous than usual.” You pointed out, as you and Clay walked home. For once he didn’t have that god damn bike. “What d-do you m-mean? I-I’m cool.” He replied, leaving to laugh. The two of you continued to walk in silence, until you spoke up. “So how are you and Hannah? You guys are a great couple.” Clay stopped walking. “Oh, Hannah and I aren’t a couple.” Clay clarified and you laughed. “Really, I could’ve sworn you guys were.”
“We’re not though. Hannah and I are kinda drifting apart, I realized I liked another girl. Hannah doesn’t know though. It seems wrong.” Clay explained and you nodded your head. “Do I know the girl?” You ask, the two of you still walking. “Pretty well.” Clay answers, laughing softly. Clay started thinking, would Hannah really minded if he and Y/N started dating? The three of them are best friends, and Clay would always tell Hannah everything, so Clay took a chance.
“Y/N, can I tell you something?” Clay asked and you turned to face him. “Of cou-” But you were cut off by Clay pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate and long, so when the two of you both pulled away, you were both trying to catch your breath. “What the hell, who would’ve thought Clay Jensen liked me.” You smirked. “Well you’re pretty amazing.” Clay then walked you home and then off he went to his house and texted Hannah some good news.
This is my first request and ended up being longer than usual, but I think it’s really good.
Pairing: Laurens x reader
Warning: making out, I guess
Requested: Yes, @secretschuylersister requested #56 (
“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”) with Laurens.
Requests are super open.
Word Count: 2680
You met John Laurens the day you were born. Since you were
fresh from the womb, and he was only one, it’s safe to say neither one of you remembers
that day. However, his parents and your parents, being old friends and next
door neighbors, remember it very vividly. They love to tell you how John sat
next to you in the hospital bed and was completely memorized by you, a tiny,
slightly pink baby.
It often times made him blush, especially when his parents
joked that he was taken with you since birth.
You were six and John was seven when John declared you to be
his best friend. It was your first day at school and you were headed out to recess,
where all the first graders were playing. You saw John and ran over to him. You
thought his friends would accept you just like John. Instead they sneered at
you because you were a girl.
“You can’t play over here with us. Go sit on the swings and
gossip with the other girls,” one boy said.
“Guys, it’s okay. She’s my best friend. She’s cool,” John
“Then you can go gossip with the girls too,” the other boy
“Fine,” John grabbed your hand and tugged you away. You
smiled at John.
“Thank you,” you said, as the two of you sat on the swings.
“Anytime,” John smiled his lopsided grin.
From then on, that’s the way you always spent recess.
You were ten and John was eleven when John stopped seeing
you as just his best friend.
You were both sitting on the hill near your homes. It was
the last day of summer. John was stressed about school, and you were trying to
cheer him up. Your jokes were corny, but John couldn’t help but be completely
enamored by your laugh. He couldn’t even remember what you two had been talking
He turned to look at you, deep in though.
“I could marry you, you know?” John blurted out. You turned
to look at him and smile.
“Let’s do it then. Promise me, you’ll marry me, and I’ll
marry you,” you smiled.
On that day, John couldn’t imagine he’d ever marry anyone
else. He sat his head on your shoulder in content. The sun went down and
reflected in your eyes. He couldn’t seem to look away from your beauty.
“You know what married people do?” he mumbled. “They kiss.”
“Kiss?” you said surprised.
“I mean, we’re gonna kiss someday. Why not kiss each other
first?” he shrugged. You smiled.
“Sure,” you leaned in.
The kiss was a hot mess, but the two of you were happy and
content in that moment.
You were thirteen and John was fourteen when you realized you
loved John as well. John got back from a month long vacation in New York during
the summer. He knew that was where you wanted to go when you graduated, so he
snapchatted you a bunch. However, when John got home, you took notice of how
much taller he was and how much deeper his voice had gotten.
“John!” you called. He had come over to your house the
moment he had gotten home.
“Y/n!” John yelled, engulfing you in a hug.
“Look at you! You’re so much taller now!” you marveled.
“Yeah, puberty does that to you,” John smiled a lopsided
smile. “You wanna go sit since it’s actually late and I start high school like
“Sure,” you smiled. You couldn’t help but notice the way his
hazel eyes sparkled in the dimming sunlight.
The path wasn’t far and the two of you plopped down to watch
the sunset. You leaned over to look at him. He had his lip in between his teeth
in deep thought.
“You okay?” you asked.
He turned to face you in surprise.
“Hm? Oh yeah. I’m just…nervous about tomorrow I guess,” he
“Don’t be,” you said. You felt a weight in your chest before
speaking softly. “Uhm…and if you should find you don’t really have time for me
anymore, I understand,” you said, not letting him see your sad face.
“No,” he said. He grabbed your face in his hands to make you
look at him. “I’m gonna be here. We promised to get married, remember?” you
both giggled at the memory.
You both got quiet and the silence grew thick as you were
both close. You saw for the first time the way his hair curled around his face.
The way his freckles made a map of his face. The way his eyes flickered from
your lips to your eyes.
You took a leap of faith and leaned. John was quick to close
the tiny gap. In your mind, you saw fireworks as the two of you kissed.
You pulled apart breathless.
“We should head home,” John murmured. You both sat in the
dark now, the beautiful sunset long gone. You nodded in agreement, but your
mind was running with thoughts of John. You were in love.
That same year, you almost lost a best friend. John took you
up on your offer of being too busy to see you. That year, he saw you nine
times. Your parents had dinner every month, and that was the only time John was
ever free to hang with you.
You tried not to let it bother you. John deserved happiness and
friends, and he had that.
In the night, you couldn’t stop the thoughts from creeping
That summer, however, things went back to a more tense
version of normal. You were nervous about high school. John was nervous about
making the baseball team. There was still the tension of not talking to you for
a whole year.
When you started your freshman year, John looked out for
you. Your friends were in the same social group, yet there was always an
unspoken division of boys and girls.
That year John had a perpetual blush on his face. His
friends teased him endlessly about his crush on you, but your friends did
exactly the same. Things were going perfectly, until John got a girlfriend.
You were fifteen and John was sixteen the first time you
both experienced a heartbreak.
It was around this time you realized John was actually hot. He
had grown up nicely. John was noticing the same things about you. You had
started to fill out, and John’s friends were taking notice. John had to constantly
smack the backs of his friends’ heads for making comments on your appearance
right in front of you.
John’s friend Charles Lee was the one who finally asked you
out. He was notorious for being a fuckboy, but you were naïve, and John was too
busy with his girlfriend to notice you. You said yes, even though you didn’t
You and Charles had a lovely date at the movies, until he
drove off into a little clearing. You were just thinking how lovely it would be
to have an older boyfriend as a freshman. He could be your summer romance, and
then for sophomore year, you’d have an upper classman as a boyfriend.
However, Charles had another idea.
“So, how did you like tonight?” he asked.
“It was incredible. Thank you,” you smiled shyly.
“Well, maybe I could show you something more incredible,”
“What could be more incredible than tonight?” you asked
naively. Charles just chuckled before leaning over to kiss you. The kiss was
nothing like with John from forever ago. It was too pushy and needy. Soon
Charles pushed his tongue into your mouth and clawed at the hem of your shirt.
You pushed him off of you.
“Stop. I don’t want this,” you frowned.
“Come on. Don’t be such a prude,” Charles murmured, going to
kiss you again.
“No,” you pushed him back. Charles just stared at you
shaking his head.
“I knew you were always Laurens’s whore,” he spat, driving
Tears formed in your eyes, and when you got home, you wanted
to run straight to your room. John however, was outside waiting to see how your
date went, when he saw the tears in your eyes. When he asked what was wrong,
you couldn’t help but spill the whole story, crying even harder. He hugged you
tight, muttering things about Charles.
The next day, he found Charles laughing with your friends
and slammed him against the lockers.
“John! Stop! He’s not worth it,” you said your voice
cracking. John repressed the words he wanted to say. Instead, he pulled back
and let a puff of angry air out. His girlfriend came by like she did every
morning to whisk him away to make out. There you were, heartbroken and alone.
Charles didn’t love you, but that didn’t sting as much as knowing that John
didn’t love you like you wanted him to.
John’s heartbreak came the next school year, when you were a
sophomore and he was a junior. It was a few days before his seventeenth birthday.
The two of you were born one year and two days apart, and you were excited to
show John what you had gotten him. It was a wedding ring as a joke, since you
two promised to get married.
John’s newest girlfriend had other plans. For his seventeenth
birthday, she was going to give him herself. A few days before John’s birthday,
she did just that, after only one month of dating. That didn’t sound like the
John you knew, and it only added to the long list of heartbreak. However, soon
after she broke up with him. John cried.
You two sat on the hill for the first time since middle
school, staring into the sunset. John’s head was in your lap, and you were
lightly running your fingers through his hair.
“I thought she loved me…I thought she was gonna want to stay
with me, but it turns out she didn’t know I was a virgin. She was only in it
for the sex,” he couldn’t look you in the eye.
“She sucks. I’m sorry,” you said, not knowing what else to
“I’m done with stupid love and shit,” he grumbled. You had
planned on giving him his gift tonight, but that seemed to be in poor taste
“Promise me something,” John said, sitting up to look you in
“Sure,” you crinkled your brow.
“Save yourself for someone who loves you,” he said,
urgently. “Don’t make my mistakes.”
“H-How do I know if they love me, though?” you stammered.
“If you can’t decide, just…save yourself for me then,” he
rambled out, surprising himself.
“You?” you asked surprised.
“Yeah. If you’re ready and you don’t want it to be some
stranger, I’ll be there,” he smiled. He wanted to add “because I love you” but
he wasn’t that bold just yet.
“S-sure,” you stammered again blushing.
You looked down, but John tilted your head up. You looked
into each other’s eyes for a moment before kissing passionately. John slowly pushing
you down into the grass. You slowly began to lift your hands up into his shirt.
He broke the kiss momentarily to slip your shirt off. John kissed down your
neck softly, then he began to suck on one spot, nibbling on it slightly. You
moaned out in response. After a minute, when you were sure, he’d left a hickey,
he suddenly pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sadness in his eyes. “I shouldn’t
have done that.”
You were too stunned to tell him it was okay. Your mind
screamed at you to tell him how much you liked it, how much you liked him. Instead,
you sat there. He ran home. You slipped on your shirt.
You slowly drifted apart after that night.
It didn’t take long for the hickey to fade, but it never
faded from your memory. It constantly tormented the both of your minds. You
wondered if it meant John loved you. John wondered if you enjoyed it and loved
You were seventeen and John was eighteen the time the two of
you finally fucked. Although, you wanted it to be sweet and slow and nice sex.
You knew immediately after that it was a casual fuck.
You and John had found your way together at a party, drunkenly
reconnecting. By some grace, you actually made drunk plans for dinner the next
That night John couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you
filled out so nicely, and you couldn’t keep your mind from wondering about how
he had developed.
The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a
The dinner ended with nothing substantial happening,
however, when you got to the street you both lived on, both of you fully aware
your parents were away on vacation together, things picked up.
“So,” John began. “Did you ever…met someone you loved?” John
asked. You fully understood what he was implying.
“Never,” you whispered, leaning in close. “Although, I think
I’ll take your advice from forever ago…” you trailed off.
That was all it took. John slammed his lips into yours. You
trusted him, although in hindsight he was going to graduate and leave in about
ten days. You should have known.
You should have known the way his hands knew just what to do
was muscle memory. You should have known this was routine for him.
But the way his body pressed against yours. The closeness
you felt with the man you loved. You couldn’t hardly stop yourself and justify
it in that moment to your needy brain.
I was incredible, but short lived.
Lying there after, you felt vulnerable and stupid. He rolled
right onto his side and began to fall asleep. You sat up, embarrassed. He
couldn’t actually love you.
His arm shot up and pulled you back to the bed.
“Stay,” he mumbled. So, you stayed. This changed nothing.
The next Monday, John’s last Monday, everything was the
You ignored John. When he graduated, you took one forced
photo with him. You didn’t see him for a while after that.
You were twenty-two and John was twenty-three the next time
you saw him.
You had finally moved to New York. You had gotten into
Columbia college, but had forgotten John was going to graduate school there
until one fateful day.
John was rustling around with his friends when he saw you.
He wasn’t sure if it was you, until Alex started calling out your name.
“You know her?” John whispered to Alex.
“Yeah, I’m the teacher’s assistant in her intro to law
class,” Alex replied as you walked over.
“Hi, y/n! These are my friends, Hercules, Lafayette, and Laur-“
you cut him off
“John?” you asked hesitantly.
“Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” John asked.
“Uhm…We’ll just go now,” Alex said looking suspiciously between
you and John, before raising an eyebrow at John, suggestily.
You and John started to walk.
“So…Uhm…It’s been a while,” he began. You scoffed.
“Yeah,” you said coldly.
“So why’d you ignore me after we…” he trailed off, hurt
lacing his voice.
“Fucked?” you finished. “Because, you were just going to
leave me anyway. You just wanted my virginity for some power trip or something.”
“You have to believe me. That’s not what I meant to do,” he
said, his sad eyes betraying the anger in his voice.
“You can’t prove it. You just feel bad about it,” you yelled
“Yeah, well what if I told you I’ve been in love with you
since I was eleven?” he yelled, his patience gone.
You instantly softened.
“Y-you have?” you asked. He nodded his head in response.
“Well, if you were to say that, I would probably tell you I’ve
been in love with you since I was thirteen?” you smiled.
“I’d probably do this,” John leaned down to capture your
lips in his. From somewhere in the distance, his friends cheered.
You were twenty-four and John was twenty-five when the two
of you got married, and your lives began.
America has an entire folder with pictures of Canada asleep in places he shouldn’t be. He takes those pictures as blackmail/teasing material (they’re siblings, after all) but then when he looks at them more clearly he always notices the dark circles under Canada’s eyes, how exhausted he looks, and he can’t bring himself to use them. He still doesn’t delete them, however.
AU where dadsona is a real vampire and thinks Damien will be pleased but instead he’s terrified beyond words
Damien giggles helplessly as they stumble through the door of his lover’s home. Dad’s grip on his waist is tighter than he would usually hold him, made bolder by the presence of a little alcohol in their systems.
He’s pressed to the door more gently once it’s closed, though, and they can hardly kiss between their own silly laughter. Dad eventually settles on ducking his head lower to press kisses against Damien’s neck instead, and he immediately quiets to small hums of appreciation instead.
He has his fingers tied up in Dad’s hair, enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue against his skin when he feels a playful nip of teeth. Damien can’t help but let out a small groan, and Dad immediately pulls back to stare him in the eye.
“You know…” Dad says quietly, pressing their foreheads together, “there’s something I’ve been… meaning to tell you.”
Anakin: those really negative text posts like “yes i have mental problems, no i dont work on them, yes theyre probably gonna ruin my life someday” “highkey wanna die but lowkey want a milkshake so idk” also robotics nerd stuff and reposted XKCD comics
Obi-Wan: 200% the most hipster aesthetic blog. Waterfalls. Incredibly attractive people in purple lighting. Pictures of sunsets. *~*~follow for more pastel inner peace~*~*
Ahsoka: shitposting and only semi-ironic “reblog this if ur a true 90s kid” she sends anakin the entire bee movie script at least once a month
Padme: SJW hell and maybe some puns once in a while. those posts where somebody says a shitty thing and like six other users just pile onto the post and drag the shit out of them.
Rex: like three text posts complaining about how the site works, all made two years ago
Satine: SJW hell and those posts that are like “you assholes BETTER not have put 6 PS1s down a toilet for The Aesthetic” followed by the picture of 6 PS1s down a toilet captioned with “GODDAMMIT”
I was wondering, where does your url come from? Like what's the meaning of it?
It comes from an old episode of Game Theory! I’m not sure which episode in particular, but back when Matt used to do credits at the end of each episode there was one where he referred to himself as ‘The six and a half dollar man’ and, as a perpetually broke individual, it resonated with me.
She absolutely fucking loves the way he smells. The pine and snow and the cold and the way he smells like home. It’s not a turn on until they’re kissing each other and she catches a whiff and then absolutely devours him.
for Rowan: besides her wearing gold her tattoos
This may seem odd, but he is attracted to her for her strength, her power, and her perseverance. Whenever he sees them, he remembers giving them to her, how intimate that was and how much love he felt for her in those moments. He loves tracing them with his lips and whispering how much he loves her.
Aelin also absolutely loves the sight of his canines and loves it when he bites her.
Rowan loves Aein’s laugh. It takes all he has not to just scoop her up and take her right there when she laughs. (Especially when it’s at his jokes she’s laughing at).
Even though Aelin complains, her need for Rowan spikes whenever he gets jealous. She loves how territorial he gets because she is his and he is hers. And because of this obsession, the word that is usually her undoing is Rowan whispering “Mine” in her ear. As she falls over the edge, she shouts “Yours!”
Louie is not really evil.
Might sound an obvious starting point, but let me expand. He’s nicknamed that because of his dry wit and dark sense of humour and he probably has a love of horror books/movies as well.
He probably as well (judging from the trialers so far) isn’t as emotional/expressive as the rest of his family. It takes a lot to get him to even allow tears in his eyes.
His family know/understand this and although his brothers, especially,make jokes about him being the ‘evil triplet’ they never really seriously mean it.
However - this may not be obvious for non-Duck/McDuck family members (and will almost certainly take Webby a few episodes to get used to) so what I’m thinking is this leads to either Magica De Spell or Deweys nemisis (for more on that check out my previous headcanon) kidnapping him, probably to try and get him to participate in an evil magic spell or something.
Or maybe they’ll mind-control him.
Whichever way it happens the rest of the Duck family will have to band together to save him. (This may also be the perfect episode to introduce Gladstone? He could be a vital element of saving him)
Based on a number of @thranduilsperkybutt imagines (thanks to you dearie), but far away, eyes closed, in the night, behind a wall of 10 cm. Thanks to my delicious @merlincmgirl ! 😘
Alternative Universe, where you’re trying to work on an art school project, and Enjolras is totally happy to help you ! 😊
You were supposed to work on a minor art project for your school,
and to be honest, all you had produced, returned to get naked, and try to climb
over a wall with butter (contemporary art, haha! This joke).
You were sitting
cross-legged in your living room back to the sofa, surrounded by paint tubes (because
the paint is the base), the shirt of your best friend on you (why buy
more clothes when he can do laundry) and a blur bun, finished with a
paintbrush at the top of the head. Surrounding you were leaves covered essays,
drawings. You had two days to make a project on “object design”. And
of course, turning the wave of Hokusai into a sofa, it’s not a pretty good idea
(actually, though, as a student, you didn’t have the means to buy Hokusai,
or even buy some things, maybe you could buy the Greek art section of the
Pondering the pros and cons
to plucking your legs (sometimes the pain helps you get ideas, rug wax hair,
perhaps?), You hear a noise in your lock behind you, and your roommate/best
friend/crush enters to the apartment. Enjolras put his bag next to the
entrance, before leaning over your shoulder and giving you a sweet peck on the
cheek. He was returning from another political rally at school, and he was
still all pink cheeks, bright eyes, and dishevelled hair.
“So how’s it going?” he
asked, giving you a once over.
“It fell instead. How was
it today? There was Marcus and Grantaire?” you wondered, thinking about his
just as enthusiastic friends.
He sat on the couch, and
stooped to pick up some of your “works”. Turning some leaves (yes,
that one was supposed to be upside down), he tried to cheer you up.
“It was pretty good, there
were many people, we distributed leaflets, and we were kicked out of the public
square by Javert (a supervisor). But that does not change much, there
will be another meeting next week, do you want to come?” he asked, looking at
“To see you throw yourself
into the crowd like a rock star, never!” you chuckled, shaking your head at
him, (you couldn’t denyhe was very cute when he got carried away
The Watching him spin your
artwork, the leaves, around, you have felt the frustration mounting in you, and
sent him flying all around the room, collapsing dramatically to the ground.
“Okay I give up! I never
could finish this project on time! All it remains is for me to put myself on a
cross and await my punishment! Executioner, to your office!” you cried out
dramatically, because really the stress was getting too much.
Enjolras looked at you with
an amused smile, began to undress, took a pineapple lamp (because yes, we
have a pineapple lamp in our living room) and spread himself out in front
of you by placing the lamp before him.
“Draw me like on of your
French girl!” he teased, eyes twinkling mischeviously.
He was staring at you,
literally falling bugue; with a small smirk and a wink. He grabbed a brush with
his toes and handed it to you. You take it gently with a sheet, some red, and
start to paint it (you never know, sometimes it takes you to see something,
maybe a lamppost or a Greek heroic nude, to notice the beauty of the thing).
I watched (Y/N) gradually
working her painting, her eyes plunged into space, a few strands falling on her
forehead. She tended to gently bite her lower lip unconsciously in all her
I had only one desire, to
throw off the pineapple, and go kiss her, pull her to meet me on my knees, as
close as we could possibly get to each other. Dig into the heat of her throat,
maybe, let run my hands along her ribs and go lower gradually.
I was interrupted in my
thoughts when I saw her bend over to grab another color, then another, follow
the contour of the fingers of her work.
**** Small transition,
because I’m really anywhere to write his views ****
He had posed for nearly two
hours now, and you ended up working on socks worthy adornment in Avatar (and
when you say that, you think that of Tsu'tey, you know, the red horned) and
the rest of its superb individual was to serve as support.
You noticed that you were
transfixed during this session on his pose, you felt altogether awkward at
first. That said, you looked at him too, so let’s say it’s equal. You had
almost finished working, the only remaining work was at the bottom.
You start to ask him what
he felt about your “work” while storing your colors away, when
suddenly he stood up, reached out to grab your elbow, and pulled you close to
him. His hands rested gently on your side, your face a few centimeters from
his. He watched for a few seconds, before finally asking for your permission
before he kissed you softly. It really was a contrast with the idea that you
had of him, you expect it to be hot, rough, like his public character. It was
just the opposite in fact, it was sweet, moving his lips against yours, before
gently follow the curve of your jaw. He gently grabbed the hem of your (his)
shirt, his hands skimming your side before pulling it over your head.
**** New transition, but a
week after ****
You run through the
hallways, swerving and sliding between the students currently on their way to
the output (Hello, Monsieur Javert, beautiful day, huh! No, no, I’m not
running in the hallways). Arriving outside, you saw Enjolras and Marius
stood among the other students.
They had reached the end of
their speeches and had begun to distribute leaflets when Enjolras caught your
eye and smiled widely.
He jumped from the platform, pushing through the crowd to get to
you, and picked you up before you sigh gently into his kiss (Is it a sigh of
disappointment, ladies, I mean really?)
“Is there a reason for that
Javert racing after you like that?” he said close to your ear.
“I thought it would make
you happy to see me challenge authority; especially his. Joking apart, I just
received my note for Design class” you told him excitedly.
“Hmm?” he whispered, his
hands on your waist, while yours were on his neck.
“A B+, but yet I do not
know, whether it is socks or because of you.”
“Who is your teacher,
“So it’s totally for
Hopefully Grantaire does
not stumble upon it, he will totally love it, maybe steal it and use if for
your next banner. And I much prefer to keep this show to myself” you flirted,
He chuckled against your
throat, before grabbing your hand and leading you quietly to the apartment. And
needless to say that you have inaugurated
the tradition of wearing and including socks in all situations: drawings, sex,
crockery, sex, sleep, and laundry.