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THE HOT GUY AT THE CLUB (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Bellamy x reader where reader is friends with Octavia and one night the reader goes to a club and has sex with a really hot guy. The next day she goes to Octavia’s house and Octavia is thrilled because her older brother, whom you have never met, is finally back from college. You realize bellamy is the guy you hooked up with. Smut pls

PART TWO


The music was loud and his body was close. As you danced to the track blaring through the speakers, you felt the stranger’s fingers pressing into your hips from behind. And you loved it. 

You turned around, coming face to face with the boy who said hi at the bar a few minutes ago. He looked down at you and the smile he gave you nearly made you collapse. He was beautiful and the way he started a conversation so easily felt comfortable and natural. 
The hot sweaty bodies dancing around pushed you into his arms and the two of you danced closer under the flickering of the club lights. After getting to his house, everything was a blur of bare bodies and daring touches. 

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If She Never Knew Me (Part 1 of 2)

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: April 21st, 2017 
Warnings: Fluff, non-detailed smut (will place * when it starts and ends)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
AN: This is going to be a two-parter. 


Bucky’s bit his lower lip as he watched the baseball field ahead of him. His eyes scanned the dugout for that little boy. 

“Now, coming up to bat is Jared (Y/L/N).”

The announcer’s voice spoke over the speaker. Bucky felt his heart swell as he watched (Y/N) on the other side of the field standing to her feet to cheer for her son. He gave a closed mouth smile before letting his eyes flick back to the 10-year-old boy. Jared took a deep breath before turning his ballcap backward, letting his bat rest on his shoulder as he looked over to his mother and giving her thumbs up. Bucky’s fingers played with one another as he watched the boy walk up to the base and take his stance. 

“Come on, buddy, you got this,” Bucky spoke as he felt his heart pound in his chest, just like it always did when he watched Jared’s games. He never missed one, just as he promised the young boy. 

The pitcher rolled the baseball in his hand a few times as he shook his head to the catcher once–twice–before nodding. A lump grew in Bucky’s throat as he watched closely, his eyes flicked over and just like always, (Y/N) was sitting on the edge of her seat. Even from this far, Bucky knew exactly what she was saying. It was the same words she would whisper when her hand would squeeze his. 

“Jared, number #17 on the field, but #1 in my heart. Always a winner in my eyes, relax son, win or lose–you are always my favorite baseball player.” 

Now, her hand is gripping the leg part of her jeans. Bucky forced his eyes away when he saw the pitcher was just about to throw the ball. His eyes followed the ball as his metal hand fisted, “Swing–NOW!” He whispered to himself. Sure enough, the young boy whipped his bat around. The loud hit of the ball meeting the metal bat rang loud, Bucky threw his hands in the air, “That-a-boy!!!” He cheered as (Y/N) screamed and stood to her feet. 

“That’s my boy!!! RUN JARED!!! RUUUNNN!!” 

The little boy took off in full sprint his foot hitting the first base before continuing around to second, “Okay–stop!” Bucky whispered and once again, Jared listened. A proud smile came across his bristled face, “Good job.” He said softly before leaning back against the tree. As he watched the game, Bucky could not help but watch her. The way she cheered and often became vocal toward the refs. A sad smile came across his face at the memories that flooded his mind. With each memory, it made his heart crack more and more…

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Bts Maknae Line + Rapmon Reaction to You Kissing them after they Win at BBMA

Jungkook

After all of the adrenaline and happiness of winning, I don’t think he would be too embarrassed. Instead, it would just be icing on the cake. After they came off stage as they were walking back through the crowd, you’d run up to kiss him, catching him a little off guard. He’d smile into the kiss and put his hands on your waist, pulling you back in for a quick congratulatory hug. It’d add just a little more pride to the occasion, but he’d be too overjoyed to be smug. That would come later when watching clips of the event, or when talking about it.

Jimin

Jimin would be all happy and pumped from the win, and your kisses would just add giggly to the mix of moods and emotions going on. He’d respond immediately, putting a hand on your cheek and leaning back in to give you another tiny peck on the lips and one or two on the cheek as you congratulated him. It might make him a little shy, but he’d be too happy and excited to be worried about it.

Tae

Tae would have been keeping a lot of his excitement in while they were going up on stage, but getting off, he’d feel the urge to let it out, and when you ran up and kissed him, he’d get positively giddy. He’d smile into the kiss and once you pulled away, he’d cup your face in his hands and leave little baby pecks all over your forehead and cheeks and the tip of your nose briefly before continuing on with the rest of the group.

Rapmon

Rapmon would be very greatful for it, it would make him proud and he’d feel confident. As the leader and the only fluent English speaker, he felt the pressure of carrying the groups image and making the speech. When you ran up to give him a kiss and show your support, it would help him to feel confident and sure of himself. He’d put his hands on your hips and return the kiss before you congratulated him. He’d say thank you and hold your hand briefly, giving it a gentle squeeze.

His Name Was Sebastian

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction 

Warnings: Language, Smut

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“Hold still I am almost finished!”

My words ran together with no pause because I had a paintbrush angled vertically between my teeth. I carefully tried to balance my chin up so that the rose colored paint on the bristles wouldn’t fall on Sebastian’s white t-shirt, that I wore practically like a dress. We had been up for  three hours now, though stuck in this position for about only two. I could already sense my muse anxiously growing impatient, as he sat on the short wooden stool across from me. 

“You said that….twenty minutes ago.” Sebastian said holding up his wrist looking at the non existent watch on his arm. 

“Don’t move!” I exclaimed. 

It was a time sensitive project that I was working on and it was very critical  that he remained still as a statue. Though I also found it very cute that it was impossible for him to stay completely motionless.  He returned back to his seating position so that I could careful capture every detail. Though in all honesty I didn’t need Sebastian’s patience for me to continue my portrait. I had already memorized every little feature about him, even the ones I didn’t know existed. Often times when he caught me longingly staring at him, he would always ask me why I always looked at him like it would be the last. Every time my answer is the same as it is simple- “You are a work of art that deserves to be admired.” Which in return he gives me a quizzically confusing look and reaffirms me that I only say such things because I am an artist. 

Which is a ridiculous sentiment I couldn’t have been the only one who noticed the acute  amount of freckles on the various parts of his body. Or the way the way his face looks like it is always being  kissed by the sun. As I look at him now my eyes magnetically fall to the details on his cheek and around his mouth. Even though clear as day he was in front of me his image appeared in more high definition the more I look at him. I swear it was possible  that I could count the tiny hairs on his face that made a slight beard. And without the risk of sounding too unfathomably dramatic, the light that peered in around him from out of the window he sat in front of caused the light to burn so brightly inside. Making him radiate with a magnificent glow. Fuck, he was right I am an artist.   

“And-” I removed  the paintbrush from between my teeth like I was pulling it slowly like a lit cigarette. I left my words dragging out on the tip of my tongue. “ I am done.” I said quietly, but satisfied as I looked down at my finished work. Sebastian quickly stands up and walks towards me in a slow pace. By the faces he made he looked stiff and maybe even numb from sitting down so long. His legs moved like they had weights around his ankles.  

“No no!” I swiftly picked up the canvas carefully making sure it didn’t touch me. 

“What? Come on after that hell you put me through.” He smiled extending out his hands trying to grab ahold of the painting. I shake my head to say no like a disobedient toddler not wanting to give in and comply to his request. 

“It’s hideous isn’t it?” Sebastian’s gracious smile turned into a pity stare. I opened my mouth wide, furrowing my eyebrows at his comment.

“Okay, okay! You actually painted me as a stick figure riding a bike and I’m frowning because I can’t pedal because I have no type of muscle mass in my leg.” Sebastian guessed. 

“That was shittiest and most bland scenario. Was that the best your imagination could come up with?” I was caught off guard and started to laugh. 

“Babe,” He paused for a moment.“ Just flip it around I am sure it is terrific." 

I held onto the canvas with it still inches away facing me. I brought it up higher to my  face even though it started to become heavier than my arms could bare. I peeked at him over it covering my face with it so he could only see my eyes. "You can’t see it.” I had a nervous yet stern base in my tone. 

“Alright.” He said, easy as that letting it go. 

After I found the perfect hiding spot for it to sit while the paint dried. I was a little curious as to why Sebastian caved in so easily. The relaxed background noise of cars whizzing by and the occasional dinging sounds bells made that came so often out of the blue, was mixed with the music coming out of my phone blasting out Bloodstream by Stateless played on the speakers. It felt like a serene Sunday morning , until it all stopped. 

The music had quit playing and the humming noise from the air conditioner shut off. The lights that where on flickered till they also went out. I could hear footsteps rushing down the hall in the form of a march. Sebastian reemerge entering the space again.

“What the hell just happened.” He asked. He held up his hands holding onto a red toothbrush in one hand. Turning that same hand over wiping the toothpaste away from the corners of his mouth.  

I walked up to the window Sebastian previously sat near, and pulled down the blinds.  But the light was still strikingly bright. Having the same idea I had, he turned the corner and went out the front door. I came up close behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders we synchronized our steps so I could use his frame to cover my bare legs , because I wore nothing but a t-shirt and underwear that you could see if I moved the wrong way. From what I did see surveying the area I noticed a truck at the end of the street. It was marked with an official logo and there was a man hoisted up, which I am guessing fixing or fucking something up.

“Well there goes our day binge watching Supernatural.” I said with a bummed out expression as he backed in closing the door. 

Sebastian scrunched his nose up and rocked his head back then breathed out. “The twilight zone." 

Time slowly ticked by eventually turning into hours passing. Sebastian sat on the floor with his back pressed against the wall. His hair laid wild and flat on top of his head. The black stringed necklace I had made for him hung down in the inside of his shirt, clinging on to his skin so intensely. His lips were delicately parted open as he inhaled deeply through his nose, and exhaling through his mouth. Is it possible to be in pain from being so hot? In his case figuratively and literally. 

I held in my hand a makeshift fan solely made from cardstock. It didn’t make much of a difference considering it just blew warm air back into my face. We had already eaten the last of the food that could potentially melt, though that still did not suffice.
"We could get a hotel till it is fixed.”  Sebastian suggested, taking his hands to wipe his face. 

“Any minute now it will come back on.” I said reassuringly only half believe myself. 

“Love the positive thinking, I really do. But our phones are dead ,we will eventually need to cook, and we just might pass out from how hot it is in here.” Sebastian looked at me directly, trying to persuade me to give in.

I swung my legs back and forth from the stool. “Who needs to get in touch with us today? We will have food we just have to get creative and it’s not like we can’t drive. Lastly we can open windows.” I smiled through the telling of my optimistic plan. Sebastian who looked exasperated stayed quiet. 

“Why don’t you want to leave?” His voice was raspy and he looked at me though as if I was hiding something. 

“ I just-” I kicked my head back groaning from defeat. “You leave tomorrow and I just wanted the two of us stuck in our humid bubble. I like the idea knowing I have you all to myself.”  

We just look at each other like it was our way of communicating without having to say a word. 
 
“You are covered in paint.” Sebastian said at random. I pulled the shirt that I wore out closer to get it in my view. With the exception of the paint smudges on my hand I was clean. 

“I am not.” I said with a satisfactory expression on my face.

“Yes you are.” He said so convincingly I had to check again. He got up from the floor that creaked when you moved. Sebastian was on all fours when he got to where I was sitting. He sat upward, but still navigated on the floor with his knees. The palm of his hand rested underneath my right leg taking me by surprise. 

“Right here.” He pointed to a smear of black paint that was so tiny I had to lean up to see where it was. 

“Still not covered.” I said. 

“I’m not finished.” Sebastian continued looking down at me, moving his body closer in between my legs. He traced the side of my leg to show me that in fact there was orange paint there. Slowly he moved his hand upward further than my knee , a streak of blue paint was on the center that I hadn’t noticed before.

“You just put that there." 

"My hands are clean.” He answered. Looking down at him I watched as he tuned his attention to my other leg. He pushed the fabric of the shirt up revealing even more of my skin. The feeling of his hands tracing my skin sent a fine frenzy of chills down my back. I couldn’t sit still, I gripped the sides of the stool firmly. He finally stopped his search when he pressed his lips on top of my thigh. Sebastian had already released my legs from his grip, because I could already feel his hands circle around my hips.

I could feel the rough texture of his beard on my skin burning it at an exquisitely slow pace. He doesn’t stop, Sebastian continues to kiss my leg but this time continuing up north of my body. His hands aren’t so patient moving up my waist till his hand was finally underneath my shirt.

Sebastian eased back slowly letting his hands smoothly fall down my breast. Not once did his eyes meet mine. Without warning he pulled the stool I was sitting on closer to him. Pulling down at the band of my my underwear. I heard a noise almost like a flicker of a switch. The humming sound of the air came on, and the power was back on. Making the atmosphere more electrifying than ever.

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anonymous asked:

my favourite friendship to learn about from the revolution was nathan hale and benjamin tallmadge. have you got any interesting, lesser known facts about them?

  • Nathan Hale and Benjamin Tallmadge first met Yale and they soon become VERY close boyfriends. 
  • They both got into trouble a lot and accumulated many fines for breaking bottles, windows and getting drunk. 
  • Hale and Tallmadge both led many debates in favor of women’s rights and education. They led debates also in question of the ethics of slavery. Apparently Hale was the better speaker. 
  • I felt like adding this in but Nathan Hale was six foot and two inches taller than Ben. 
  • Damon & Pythias were friends from Greek Legend who were willing to die for one another. They were also the pen names that Benjamin Tallmadge and Nathan Hale used when they wrote to one another. 
  • Other ways that Tallmadge addressed Hale in their letters was as “Friend Nathan”, “Brother Nathan”.
  • Benjamin and Nathan participated in theater of the Greeks and Romans and dressed up in ladies wigs and dresses as well as makeup. Apparently Nathan was a terrible actor. 
  • They both become teachers in Connecticut after they graduated. 
  • Tallmadge and Hale used to visit one another at each other’s homes over the summer. 
  • It was Tallmadge who convinced Nathan in a letter to join the American Continentals. 
  • Ben probably blamed himself for the death of Nathan Hale because he convinced him to join the army. 
  • It was the death of Nathan Hale that Tallmadge realized how crucial it was to create the Culper spy ring. 
  • According to Alexander Hamilton, one night in the company of John Andre and Benjamin Tallmadge, they were all discussing the consequences of spying. Tallmadge suddenly got silent and pretended to look out the window. Andre turned to Hamilton and asked him if Tallmadge was thinking of Hale again, Hamilton nodded mentioning that Tallmadge never mentions Hale because it is too painful. 
  • Ben thought it was too painful to mention Nathan. 
TOUKEN RANBU MYU!!

So, I went to see Musical Touken Ranbyu today and..Holy shit it was awesome!

Just really, loved the story, loves the cast, loved the songs. The only complaint I have would be the technical issue where I felt that the sound speakers weren’t able to handle the loudness of the music and messed up the awesomeness of the songs sometimes, which I felt was honestly a shame, because they did really well on the singing. (Also, I think the music was a little too loud sometimes, as you could barely hear the actors sing.)

Until I picked up my tickets at the theater I had no clue where I’d be seated, so I feared the worst, but… I had some really nice seat. 15th row, 18th seat. Which not too far from the stage, and right in the middle of the theater at the aisle! 

More impressions and a short summery under the cut… 
(Read at your own risk! May contain spoilers! I’ll try to keep it cryptic though.)

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Smoke, Fog, and Haze

Originally posted by hxnnxh-bxkxr

* This is my first imagine so it’s not the best! I will be writing imagines for characters in shows that I love but unfortunately don’t see enough of! Shoot me a request if you have one. This particular imagine will be part of a series of imagines dedicated to Y/N’s love life with the beautiful Jeff Atkins until the unfortunate end.*

-not my gif. credits goes to the creator- 

Also not positive on their ages so I just made it up. OKAY ON WITH THE STORY


Jeff Atkins Series

How they met:

*        Smoke, fog, and haze = write about not being able to see ahead of you

Freshman Year: First weekend of the school year

“I can’t believe you’re actually going to this party,” Clay complained from his position on my bed, his eyes still glued to the tv screen where The Lord of the Rings was playing yet again. I was stood in front of my closet, focused on searching through my clothes when he spoke, making me jump a bit. I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I turned to look at him, a bowl of popcorn on his lap and an annoyed look on his face. “I’m in high school now Clay, isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” I asked with a laugh, “You’ll go to a party too when you’re older.” “Ha ha,” Clay laughed mockingly as he threw a pillow in my direction, nearly hitting my face, “I’m one year younger than you. And yeah I guess you should go to parties but do you have to do it on Lord of the Rings night?” “Would you rather I go next week during Star Trek night?” “Shut your mouth.” I laughed out loud at my best friend. He was a year younger and while I was enjoying the new freedom of High School, Clay was stuck in 8th grade with our friend Tony. I turned back to my closet, deep in thought once again. “What do girls even wear to high school parties?” “According to the movies, not much,” Clay answered, once again sucked into the movie as if the two of us hadn’t been watching it on repeat every day after school.

Eventually I gave up and undressed before I pulled on some jeans and a cropped sweatshirt, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and slipped on some sneakers before turning back to Clay. “Okay how’s this?” I asked nervously, playing with my sleeves. Clay glanced at me quickly, scanned me and returned to watching the tv, “You look nice.” I giggled at the sight of his pout and sat on the edge of my bed next to him, kind of wishing I was back in my pjs and lounging on my bed as well. “I’m really scared Clay. You and Tony are my only friends and you’re not in school with me anymore. I went this whole week thinking that High School was gonna be this magical place where I found myself and made friends with a clique just like me and that together we’d dance and sing our way through the next four years” I began, making Clay snort, “But the only person who’s talked to me all week was Justin Foley when he knocked me over during P.E..  Like, I’m going to a party alone. That’s kind of embarrassing right?” I admitted with a strained smile, butterflies in my stomach at the thought of going somewhere on my own. Clay sighed as he paused the movie and sat up next to me, our legs dangling off the edge of my bed. “It’s not embarrassing to go to a party by yourself. I mean, the whole point is to make friends right? Look, as bummed as I am that you’re missing movie night, I do want you to go to this party. You’re my best friend, you’re a great person, and any one would be lucky to have you even say two words to them. Just go and have a good time and tell me all about it when you get back, okay? Tony should be here by then.” “You invited Tony to a sleepover at MY house?” “I think we’ve been friends long enough to consider it OUR house. Now get out there and make some friends.” I laughed and placed an annoyingly sloppy kiss on Clay’s forehead before reminding him of the pizza money my mom had left us and grabbing my cell phone. I then made my way to my bedroom door. “OH, and be careful out there. ‘ It’s a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to’ “ Clay quoted making me laugh and roll my eyes. “You’re a huge dork for quoting that Jensen!” I yelled over my shoulder as I made my way to the stairs. “You’re a bigger dork for knowing what I was quoting!” he yelled back as I laughed and made my way out the door and down the street.

I stood in front of the large house just a couple blocks away from my own. The music inside was loud and I could hear the laughs and shouts of the teens just behind the front door. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, being greeted instantly by the smell of alcohol and sweat. I glanced around the room full of dancing teens and made my way to the back where I opened up the back door and walked into the back yard that was just as busy but a bit more bearable due to the fresh air. In this area the teens were just as drunk but beer pong and swimming was involved. When I didn’t notice any familiar faces I seriously considered walking back out the front door and to my house but when I turned back to the house a hand reached out and grabbed my elbow. “Y/N! Leaving so soon? You just walked through the door!” I turned back around, my heart jumping knowing that someone had actually noticed my presence, and came face to face with Justin Foley. “Oh, hey Justin. Yeah I didn’t see anyone I knew,” I answered, pushing some fly away hairs behind my ear. I may have been nervous, but I had gone all through the awkward stages of middle school as confident as possible, and that wasn’t about to change.

“Well now you’ve seen me! So stick around,” Justin replied with a grin, running his hand from my elbow down to my wrist where he tugged slightly and led me over to a group of people I recognized from middle school. “You remember Zach, Bryce and Kat right?” he asked as the three turned and waved to me. “Oh thank god a familiar face” Kat practically yelled as she desperately hugged me, “I barely saw a single person I knew this week. I thought I was alone here!” A huge weight floated off of my shoulders when I realized that the lost feeling I was experiencing was happening to each of us. “Okay good, it wasn’t just me,” I replied and we both giggled as the three boys rolled their eyes. The five of us caught up and shared a few stories about the summer before Bryce suggested we step into his pool house. Bryce had just missed the cut for kindergarten, making him a few months older than us, him already being 15 while we were just 14.  However those few months made all the  difference as he carried himself proudly as if he had years on us. He led us into the pool house and he and Zach busied themselves over by the bar while Kat, Justin an I got comfortable on the couch; the music outside was so loud that it felt as though the speaker was directly next to me. Soon enough Bryce and Zach were joining us once again, lighting up joints and taking deep puffs, exhaling thick white smoke. I bit my lip and watched, not sure how to respond as I’d never seen someone smoke weed before. Zach and I made eye contact and he grinned as he lazily held out his hand to me, the joint tucked between his pointer and middle finger, “Want a hit Y/N?” he asked and I weighed my options. I could deny the drug and watch my new group of friends as they had fun without me, I could leave the party and head on home to Clay and Tony and spend another night watching sci fi movies, or I could take a hit and see how it goes. Finally I reached out and shakily took the joint, holding it to my lips but stopping as I noticed everyone watching with lazy smiles. Then I took a deep hit from the joint, holding the smoke and releasing it with a choking cough making the others cheer and pat my back. I laughed and tried again and soon we were in a circle, passing the joints around and laughing as we shared stupid stories.

I stood up from the couch with Zach’s help and laughed loudly at absolutely nothing. After an hour cooped up in the pool house, Bryce figured he should make sure his house was still in one piece. When I was standing straight, I stumbled to the front door and pushed it open, watching as the smoke that had once occupied the pool house, poured out the door blocking my view of the back yard. “Whoa dude, it’s so foggy out here,” Zach pointed out making Kat laugh as she slapped his chest and yelled, “It’s smoke not fog you dumbass!” Zach laughed and lightly pushed her away as I waved my hand in front of my face, pushing the smoke away from my eyes and watching as it floated up to the stars. And as I looked foreword once again I watched how the haze lifted and my eyes locked with a pair of unfamiliar sleepy blue ones. The boy ahead of me was playing beer pong and seemed to be focused on our little staring contest as he didn’t notice how the boy in front of him successfully tossed his ball into his final cup.

The boy quickly turned back to the game when he heard the cheering and smiled before tossing back the cup of beer that was in front of him. “He’s cute,” Kat giggled in my ear as she threw an arm over my shoulder and pushed her head close to mine, pushing her weight onto me as well. I assumed it was the weed that was causing me to giggle along with her as I wrapped my arm around her waist, because I had never laughed so much at absolutely nothing before. “Yeah he is,” I agreed as the boy looked at me one more time with a small smile. “You should kiss him.” Kat stated seriously as she dragged me away from the pool house and toward the actual house. My eyes widened, well as much as they could, and I stopped abruptly before she continued dragging me like a toddler being dragged through the supermarket by their angry mother. “I cannot kiss him. He’s too cute and I don’t even know him.” I differed. Kat gave me a dangerous smile as we stopped in the packed living room. I knew instantly that she had a bad idea. “SUCK AND BLOW!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and quickly people were entering or leaving the living room, a large circle forming, the cute boy sitting next to Kat on the couch. Well he was sitting next to her, until she conveniently stood to stretch and sat on the other side of me, pushing me closer to him.

A playing card was produced by Bryce and soon the small piece of blended plastic and paper was in motion. I couldn’t help but drum my fingers nervously on my thigh as I watched the card make its rounds around the very large circle. “You nervous?” the boy next to me asked. And I was thankful for the drugs in my system because I oh so easily turned to look at him with a lazy grin and what I assumed were hazy red eyes. He bit his lip as his eyes scanned my face and he laughed. “What gave it away?” I asked. “The restless fingers,” he answered, reaching out and pressing his hand against mine to stop its nervous movements. I looked down at his hand over mine, and thought that when he noticed it he’d pull it away; but he didn’t, and I didn’t want him to. “I’m Y/N,” I introduced myself loudly over the still pumping music. “Jeff!” he yelled back with a smile, “I think you’re in my art of film class! You’re the girl who fought with the teacher about how the Matrix movie is a cinematic masterpiece, right? He said you were wrong and you called him a mouth breather.” A heavy blush spread across my face and chest and I quickly turned away from the boy who introduced himself as Jeff. “Wait no, I didn’t mean that like in a bad way. It was actually super adorable how defensive you got,” Jeff added as he nudged my arm with his, “quit ignoring me!” I giggled a bit as I turned back toward him, meeting his dark blue eyes. “I’m embarrassed.” I spoke quietly, secretly loving how he leaned in close to hear me. “Embarrassed that you’re passionate about something?” “Embarrassed that I looked like a huge dork in front of a really cute boy.” I corrected, watching as Jeff leaned back slightly while biting the corner of his lip, his teeth grazing it as he slowly released it as he smiled. Before he could respond to me a hand was tugging at my chin and my head was being turned to Kat as she leaned in and pressed her card covered lips to mine. And I suddenly remembered that we were in a group of teens playing a game. I pursed my lips and sucked, the card sticking to my lips before I turned back to Jeff. I tilted my head up and pushed myself up to be closer to his face and Jeff pressed the palm of his hand against the back of my head before leaning down toward me. His eyes looked from my eyes to the card and back before he pulled my head close to his and pressed his lips against the card. I placed my hand on his shoulder and didn’t bother to blow the card away, and I noticed that he hadn’t bothered to suck. So when his face pulled a centimeter away from mine, the card fluttered to my lap before he leaned back in and his lips connected to mine.

The group of teens cheered loudly at the sight of a kiss (despite not being positive on whether the kiss meant a win or a loss) due to the fast paced game, which the pace of Jeff’s kiss completely opposed. His was gentle as he pressed a few sweet kisses to my lips, before my stupid smile made him smile as well and we couldn’t kiss anymore. Jeff looked up at the ceiling to hide his slight blush and I looked down at my lap in an attempt to do the same. I then pressed down on the home screen of my phone and saw the bold numbers reading 2am. “Holy shit,” I exclaimed. It had already been 3 hours, but it felt like it had only been 3 minutes. I stood up slowly and Jeff stood up with me. “Got a curfew?” he asked me and I felt Kat lightly smacking my leg in excitement that I was holding a steady conversation with him. “Yeah … well no, not a curfew. Just an antsy best friend who I really want to be watching Lord of the Rings with and that totally didn’t help my efforts to convince you that I’m not a dork.” I rambled. Jeff laughed and pushed his hands into his pockets nervously before bumping his shoulder against mine, “I can walk you home? If you’re cool with that I mean. No pressure or anything. It’s just really late and I think you’re a little too high to be walking around alone.” “Yeah I’d like that.”

Before Jeff could lead me to the front door I turned back to Kat and hugged her tightly, and glanced over her shoulder to see Zach and Justin giving me thumbs up. “I’ll see you at school on Monday right?” I asked hesitantly, praying that I wouldn’t go back to wandering the halls alone. “Obviously!” Kat yelled as she lightly shoved me with a laugh. I smiled at her and waved at the boys before making my way to the door, Jeff following as he said goodbye to his own friends. Together we made our way down the street and I welcomed the cool air, a complete contrast to Bryce’s stuffy house. We walked the two blocks home in a comfortable silence before Jeff helped me up my front stairs, chuckling as the door swung open revealing Tony and Clay. Their stern father looks were well practiced and they’re arms were crossed as they took in the sight of Jeff. “You guys are still here!” I yelled as I threw myself at them, trying to squeeze them both into a group hug. “She’s really high.” Jeff announced making Tony groan and pull me off lightly. “I’ll go make some food before the munchies hit,” he announced before disappearing into the house, Clay following him, but leaving the door open for me. I turned back to Jeff, who somehow looked even cuter under the unflattering porch light. “I’ll see you on Monday right?” he asked sweetly holding his hand out to me. “Of course. I’ll save you a seat in Film class,” I replied, taking his hand and squealing when he pulled me into a hug. He then pulled away and jogged down the stairs and down my front yard before disappearing down the street and I couldn’t help but let out another squeal as I turned and ran into my house and into the kitchen. “I take it you made some friends?” Clay asked with a smile as Tony put some left over pizza into the toaster oven. “I made friends and I kissed a cute boy and I’m really happy … and this is so good,” I announced as I pulled a handful of stale popcorn from the bowl on the counter and shoved it into my mouth. “Ew you kissed that guy?” “Yes Clay, and it was glorious.” “He was cute. Nicely done.” Tony replied ignoring Clay’s playful disgust. “Maybe I can actually survive my one year of high school without you guys after all.” “We never doubted you.”


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Dean wanted their first Valentine’s Day as a “couple” to be special. He didn’t want it to be wasted, didn’t want to look over it. He knows that it’s a commercial holiday, to see hearts and chocolate, but he didn’t want his angel to go without feeling special on a day where so many people do.
The first thing he did when his eyes opened that morning was kiss Cas’ forehead softly. His eyes crinkled the slightest when his angel let out an exhausted murmur and rolled to be closer to him. In the morning light, seeping from their window, Cas looked like Castiel again. He was glowing like he did all those years ago when Grace roared through his veins.
The second thing he did was make pancakes. The red food coloring had been bought a few days ago when Dean got the idea to make heart shaped pancakes. But as he mixed the batter, then tried to pour it on the pan like a heart, he realized it just looked like a misshapen pancake.
The third thing he did was grab the keys to Baby and drive a little way into the town they were detouring on their way home to the bunker. He stopped by a small family owned flower shop and grabbed a few roses. The white roses with red tips made him smile so he bought a dozen.
And as he was driving home, REO Speedwagon blasting through his speakers, he felt happiness. As he was doing all the things he had done this morning he realized he didn’t need just one day to do them. Cas deserved this every day of his mortal life.
When he got back to the motel Cas was waiting for him with two cups of coffee. They smiled at each other, warm and full of home. Dean presented the roses to Cas just as Cas pulled a small black box from his pajama bottoms.
Both their eyes fogged over.
Dean could only nod as Cas slipped the gold band on Dean’s finger.
After they shared kisses and embraces for what felt like hours, Dean put the flowers in a mason jar full of water. And Cas sat down to eat his lumpy pinkish pancake.
And every day, until the next Valentines and the Valentines after, Dean kisses Cas’ forehead each morning and Cas always kissed the ring now molded to Dean’s finger.

anonymous asked:

Lexark getting married

Strand stood on the large back deck of the Abigail, the ship that had saved all of them when the world fell apart.  

This day had been weeks in the making. They wanted it to be on the day that celebrated when they had first met. It was like they found each other. Ever since that day they had been inseparable. 

Elyza took a long look in the mirror below deck. She could hear the murmurs of the small group above and the light music Ofelia was playing through the Abigail’s sound system. Everything was going to be perfect. Elyza smiled and nodded to her own reflection. Nothing was going to compare to seeing Alicia walk toward her. It would be in those moments that she surrender who she thought she was going to be for who she knew she was meant to be. 

Elyza walked up the metals stairs and onto the deck. Everyone stood up when she appeared and smiled at her. The only two people from their group that were missing, Alicia and Nick, would be coming up at any time. 

Alicia had debated who would walked her down the aisle. Truthfully, when everything happened Alicia thought she wouldn’t ever have to make the choice. When the moment came she knew that it should be her brother. No matter what they had lived this life together, good and bad it was something that brought them together. 

Elyza walked up to stand next to Strand. The man put his hand on Elyza’s back and gave it a light pat. “Is the theme of this wedding ‘blood and guts’?” He joked quietly. 

“More like ‘burning love’.” Elyza smirked back as Strand gave Elyza one last friendly pat. The music faded for a second before strings started to play wistfully through the speakers. 

Elyza felt her chest tighten and her palms sweat. Alicia would be coming up those stairs and Elyza would have to stop herself from rushing down the aisle and pulling her into a deep kiss. That would come later. 

Nick’s head appeared first. His normal mop of messy brown hair pulled back into a semi-sleek bun. 

Then Alicia stepped up onto the deck and Elyza’s breathing hitched. Alicia would have been wearing a sack or trash bag and Elyza would have thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world. It wasn’t about what she was wearing or how her hair or make-up looked, it was the person that was now staring right back at Elyza with tears in her eyes. 

Alicia and Nick got to the end of the aisle. Elyza held out her hand for Alicia and gave Nick a grateful smile. The man returned the smile as he let his sister go. He took his place next to Madison who was trying not to make it obvious she was dabbing her eyes with a napkin. 

“Thank you all for joining us for this joyous occasion.” Strand began, his deep, rich voice seemed to fill even the depths of the waters that surrounded them. Alicia and Elyza kept glancing at each other and smirking. 

“Although, you really didn’t have much of a choice, we are on a boat in the middle of the ocean.” 

The group gave a light laugh at Strand’s joke. 

“I’ll try and keep this serious and somewhat short. I know the happy couple will be ready to take the suite on the ship for their honeymoon.” Strand winked at the girls. 

“In this world there isn’t much good. You fight to survive everyday. There are no days off or timeouts. We live with the ground crumbling beneath our feet.” Strand reached out and took both girl’s hands in his own. 

“These two have chosen love to help them through this. They have chosen each other, despite everything that has tried to pull them apart. They have showed all of us here that life is truly more than just surviving. This union reminds us, inspires us, gives us hope that we will live past today. We can overcome the darkness if we look for happiness. Together they will be able to lift each other up when times get rough. Alicia and Elyza are the forever we all search for all our lives. Now it is my pleasure to bring them together in marriage.” 

Elyza’s throat was tight and unshed tears clouded her vision. 

“Elyza Lex, will you take this woman no matter what this world throws your way? Will you trust her, respect her, and love her with every breath you have?” Strand spoke the words Elyza had written for him to say. 

“I do.” Elyza smiled softly at Alicia, who had tears streaming down her cheeks. 

“Alicia, will you take this woman as your partner for life? Will you help her when times are bad, love her with every part of herself, and trust her with your very life as you walk through this world together?” Strand spoke from the paper Alicia had handed him before the ceremony. 

“I do.” Alicia’s voice was tight with emotion and she barely got the two words out. 

“I hereby announce that now and forever you are bound together in marriage. Two lives as one now and always. You may now seal this vow with a kiss.” Strand smiled and let go of Elyza and Alicia’s hands so they could wrap themselves together in a tight embrace and loving kiss. 

The crowd around them cheered. Elyza was sure they wasn’t a dry eye on the boat. 

If this was going to be the end of the world, she would do everything in her power to see Alicia smile for every day they had left. Anything she needed Elyza would provide. She had promised Madison and now in front of everyone she had vowed that Alicia was her life. She was her everything. 

anonymous asked:

I had this idea for a Wolfstar story, like "I'm a teacher and you are the librarian in the school I work at, and you keep sending me these terrible books and random stuff like empty folders or trash cans with my students. What the heck, dude?" It's just an idea, but it would be pretty cool if you wrote something with it.

Sirius loved his job as the art teach of a primary school. He usually enjoyed the job anyway because he got to help little kids discover art and introduce them to the best rock and punk rock bands of all time, which he often had playing in the studio while they drew.

But his job was especially awesome because his Godson, Harry had just started at the school. Sirius loved Harry and getting to hang out with him every day was such a treat. 

His job was also pretty sweet at the moment because they’d just hired on a hot new librarian. Sirius didn’t really go out for reading all that much, but he could appreciate the librarian, Mr. Lupin, because he was painfully attractive and clearly had no idea.

Sirius had Born To Be Wild playing through the speakers at the tiny sprogs shuffled into his classroom. Harry waved at Sirius enthusiastically and took his usual seat right by Sirius’ desk. “Hey Uncle Sirius,” Harry said, handing over a folder. “Mr. Lupin asked me to bring this to you.” 

“Oh, thanks Harry,” Sirius said, taking the garish bright yellow folder and feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he opened it.

He was immediately let down when he found it empty. “Hey Harry, did you drop what was meant to be in here?” Sirius asked, flipping the empty folder around, looking for anything written on it. 

“No, I promise I didn’t,” Harry said, crossing his heart. “Mr. Lupin requested that you put something in it for him.” 

Sirius blinked for a moment and then wrinkled his nose. What kind of horseshit was this? What was he meant to put in there? 

He had all the kids draw a picture of their favorite animal while Sirius considered what to put inside the folder for Mr. Lupin. They’d only met a few times in the teacher’s lounge and flirted a bit over coffee. 

Making up his mind, Sirius drew a picture of two cups of coffee with steam rising from the top. For the moment it was the best thing he could think of. He shoved it into the folder and handed it back to Harry. “Give this to Mr. Lupin when you see him.” 

“Sure!” Harry said, taking the folder and filing out with the rest of his classmates.

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The next time Harry came in for art class, Sirius looked at him expectantly. Instead of another primary coloured folder, Harry placed a book on Sirius’ desk. Sirius picked it up and made a face. “Mr. Lupin asked you to give me this?” 

Harry nodded and took his seat.

Sirius stared at the book, “If you give a Dog a Doughnut,” and wondered just what Remus had meant by giving him this. Was it meant to go along with the coffee drawing Sirius had done? Doughnuts and coffee? 

Perplexed, Sirius began to read the book, hoping for some kind of clue as to what Remus was trying to tell him. Deciding he was never going to figure it out, he settled for drawing himself as a big black dog with a doughnut in his mouth. He actually quite liked the drawing. 

He carefully folded it up and gave it to Harry to give to Remus. 

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The next time Harry came into the room, Sirius didn’t even have to ask what Remus had given him. Harry was struggling to carry a rubbish bin into the classroom. He set it down next to Sirius, huffing and puffing from the excursion. 

“Mr. Lupin said -” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Sirius said, waving him towards his seat. He cocked his head and studied the rubbish bin. Was this some kind of crack about his art? Or maybe a joke about him being a dog so he must eat our of the rubbish bin? 

Sirius decided that Remus Lupin was the most confusing person he had ever met. 

Sitting down, Sirius began to sketch, his hand flying over the paper as Somebody To Love blasted over the speakers. It felt appropriate. 

When he was done, he didn’t give it to Harry. Instead he slipped it into his own pocket and made his way to the library once his class was finished. He found Mr. Lupin sitting behind his desk and Sirius dropped the rubbish bin loudly by his feet. “I believe this is yours?” Sirius said with a quirked eyebrow.

Remus laughed. “I was wondering what I was going to have to do to get you to come visit me,” he teased, sitting back in his chair.

“Oh,” Sirius said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “So it wasn’t a joke about me being a dog?” 

Remus grinned. “It wasn’t meant to be, although I’m sure you’d make a wonderful dog. It was just the weirdest thing I could think of to send with little Harry.”

Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture he had drawn, unfolding it and placing it down in front of Remus. “I thought it might be appropriate for our first date.” 

“Our first date?” Remus echoed, lifting up the picture and studying it for a moment. “Is this meant to be your and me picking apples?” 

“Yeah,” Sirius said with a lopsided smile. “You know, like in the story you sent me. There’s an apple orchard about two hours north of here. I thought we could go, pick some apples, have a nice time. Two hours getting to know each other, some good tunes, good company. What do you say, Lupin?”

Remus bit his bottom lip and then smiled. “I think it sounds lovely,” he said, looking up at Sirius. “And about damn time.” 

Hey this is my submission for the polycoolkids angst prompt thing! (I’m sorry I’m on mobile so idk if I’m doing this right)
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Its totally late, but for the polyam cool kids angst prompt I did the aftermath of the episode Drop Beat Dad. Sorry for the daddy issues SC :(
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Sour Cream fell onto his bed with a thud. He face-planted onto his dark blue sheets and let out a muffled sigh that shook through his exhausted body. Can you really blame him? His day had been a little crazy. Maybe even more than that.

He felt a comforting hand begin to gently rub circles on his lower back, and sighed again, this time with relief.

“Jenny,” he began, “have I ever told you how much I love you?”

She laughed. “Hm. Probably gonna need to hear it again. Especially after you forced me to drink your nasty guacamole soda.”

Sour Cream quickly shot up, nearly bumping into Buck who sat on his left side, tracing drawings with his finger into the crumpled sheets.
“Ugh! Don’t remind me,” he groaned. He still couldn’t believe the events that had transpired in the last 24 hours. It’s almost like his life was some dramatic sitcom, probably titled Everybody Hates SC, where his life just continued being some wild shitshow filled with catastrophes.
Okay, well, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but he sure did feel bad about it all.

Buck patted his head. “Hey now. Calm down baby, it’ll be alright,” he said softly, holding onto Sour Cream’s hand and rubbing his palm with his thumb. “Just tell us what happened, okay?”

He felt his pale cheeks redden a little, heat bouncing off of them in small little bursts of flame. It always made him happy, if not just a tad embarrassed, when Buck called him baby. It was their special word, one Buck only reserved for Jenny and SC on special occasions. He supposed being lied to and heartbroken by his father qualified as one of these moments. At least every cloud has a silver lining, he supposed.

Jenny, not one to be left out, grabbed onto his other hand, holding it tight within her own fierce grip. Yet, there was a softness to her grasp, as if he could feel her love and adoration for him flowing through his arm and into his heart. God, he sure was getting sappy. This was some next-level romance movie type shit he was thinking here. But, now wasn’t the time to think about how hopelessly in love he was with his best friends, for now, it was about his semi-annual DJ rave thing incident. He was still working on a title.

Trying to keep his usual calm demeanor, and not-so subtly failing, SC cleared his throat and told them everything. He told them about little roadie Steven, and Mr. Universe’s bathroom, and Yellowtail, and how he had looked his dad in the eyes and yelled at him, cursing him out as he ruined his show. He even felt a few tears prick in his eyes when he told them his dad didn’t care, doesn’t care, and never has cared.

“I thought I could finally make him proud, you know? A part of me thought, like maybe, just maybe, my dad would finally stay if I could do this one thing,” he admitted. “He’s never been around, but it’s not like I really minded. When he did it was just always so exciting, like hey, this is where I come from. This guy makes it work in the music world and he isn’t trapped in this dead end beach town surrounded by fishing boats and doughnut shops. Made me feel like I could be somethin’. I don’t know, it’s dumb guys, I’m sorry-”

“Hey now, let me stop you right there sweetheart,” Jenny said. “He’s your dad, baby. Of course you wanted this, we know you did. It’s not dumb, it’s natural. Hell, sometimes I wanna yell and scream at my daddy for being, well, him, but I still want him to be proud of me, we all do.”

Then pointing to Buck she said, “Even Mr. Mayor’s Son over there will agree with me, won’t you Bucky-baby?”

Buck suppressed a groan. “It’s just natural, man. Don’t feel bad about how you feel, just let it run it’s course. And hey, we’ll always be proud of you.”

With those few little words, SC finally let himself break down. The day’s exhaustion wore on him as his endorphins came down from the rush of his show and the bass booming behind the blasting speakers. He felt all of the remaining energy leave his body, and the rush of his anger subsided to a gentle, whispering hum. He let in his sadness, letting it fill every corner and crevice as he finally let out what he had been holding in for years.

Holding onto Buck and Jenny for dear life he cried. He sobbed, and cried, and bawled; tears rolling down his face and slickly plopping onto his shirt. He held onto them, and they held onto him.

“There, there baby, let it all out. Just let it out,” Buck soothed, wiping fat tears from SC’s face. He kissed his boyfriend’s cheek, tasting the salty tears on his lips.

Jenny ran her fingers through his hair. “It’ll all be alright, darling. It’ll all be okay.”

And hey, maybe it would be. Maybe it didn’t matter how his dad felt about him, maybe it didn’t matter that he had left him and his mom alone for all of these years. Maybe it didn’t matter that he had hated Yellowtail for years for taking away his mom, for taking away the spot he so desperately wished his real dad would fill, for taking away the life he knew. Maybe it didn’t matter that life was hard and guacamole soda is disgusting. It just didn’t matter. All that mattered to him right then and there was that moment. That moment where he sat next to the two people he loves more than anything and finally let himself be free of everything that was holding him back. They were all that mattered to him, they were his life, they were what kept him afloat during nights when he went to bed feeling like he wanted to scream, they kept him going when he felt his dreams being crushed, they were there for him through it all. And he loved them. He loved them, and loved them, and loved them. Not even his dad could take that away from him.

“I really love you guys. I love you both more than anything.”

“We love you too.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a Chris Evans one for the drabble game, #3 "Cold Sunshine fell around him?"

Cold sunshine fell around him, dawn breaking at just the edge of the horizon. His breath fogged in the crisp air, his boots crunching in the freshly fallen snow. Chris let out a sigh. Boston’s usual hubbub was quieted ever so slightly given the time of morning, but the occasional honk of taxi broke him from his thoughts and reminded him why he was awake in the first place.

His phone burned in his hand, a text from you printed across the screen. I need you.

It wasn’t that far of a walk, but with three feet of snow on the ground, still littering the sidewalks, it was going to be more than an adventure.

Chris didn’t even question it. If you needed him, you needed him. And he would go to you. Wherever you were. From wherever he was, even if he was halfway around the world and it was earlier in the morning than it was right now. He would get to you, someway, somehow.

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change (pt. 2)

Title: change

Pairing: Seokjin/Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut.

Description: One ordinary night, your friend Seokjin approaches you with a surprising matter and a rather unorthodox solution.

PART 1  PART 2


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You rolled onto your back, staring at blankly at your bedroom ceiling, the faint blue glow of your alarm clock hovering closely in your peripheral vision. It was midnight. You certainly felt tired, though for some reason you couldn’t sleep. Lips stretching into a yawn, you grabbed your phone from the charging dock atop your beside table, thumbing in your passcode.

As expected, you had zero messages.

The only person who really contacted you was your mother, but even she had been getting busier as of late. You grudgingly sat up, hugging your knees to your chest as you scrolled lazily through tumblr. Most of the blogs you followed were either aesthetic or photography-based, but there was one which revolved around something else.

A guilty pleasure of sorts.

You kept your eyes open for a little longer than was comfortable, having inadvertently stumbled upon a photo of him.

Of Seokjin.

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Lands in Limbo

Location: Tiraspol, Transnistria; Moldova

Photographer: Narayan Mahon

Transnistria is thin strip of land wedged between Moldova and Ukraine. It is home to more than 500,000 people and has a parliamentary government, a standing army, and its own currency. It has all the trappings of an independent nation—but isn’t. Oh sure, it declared independence from Moldova in 1990 and fought a war two years later. And it’s got a constitution and a flag and even a coat of arms. But you won’t find it on many maps, and not a single member of the United Nations recognizes its existence. But the people of Transnistria do not care. They cling tenaciously to a claim of statehood and their love for all things Russian. “It’s quite tragic, really,” says Justin Barton, a British photographer who visited the countr…. er, autonomous territorial unit last year for his series The Transnistrian Patriot. “There are a lot of people who are very patriotic, but there are also a lot of other people just caught in the situation. And they’re amazingly isolated,” he says. It all started in 1990, when Moldova broke away from the Soviet Union. Transnistria was home to many Russians and Russian speakers who felt political and cultural isolation in the new republic. They declared independence, hoping to establish a socialist republic and remain part of the Soviet Union. A war ensued, which ended in a ceasefire nearly two years later. The Soviet Union had crumbled by then, and the conflict never fully resolved even though Moldova granted Transnistria a measure of autonomy. To all outward appearances, Transnistria is a sovereign state, albeit one that skews Soviet. Its flag includes the hammer and sickle and often flies alongside Russian flags. The Transnistrian ruble bears the images of Russian figures like the Gen. Alexander Suvorov and Catherine the Great. An enormous statue of Lenin guards the entrance to the Supreme Soviet, its parliament building. Pictures of Stalin and Putin are almost as ubiquitous as those of Transnistrian president Yevgeny Shevchuk.

just one night - michael clifford part 2

so this is by far the most requested piece i’ve ever written so sorry if it doesn’t live up to expectations, but i feel like i finally owed you guys an explanation for that car crash… 

  part 1 


 It had taken you 3 days to leave the house after you’d broken up.

 It had taken you 6 weeks to stop crying every night as you fell asleep alone.

 It had taken you 2 months to send all of Michael’s belongings littered round your apartment back to him.

 It had taken you 5 months to stop your heart racing every time you saw his face on twitter or heard his name on the radio. 

 It had taken you 7 months to finally start to feel a sense of freedom. 

 And only 1 night for all of that to come crashing down. 

 As soon as Michael had walked into your hospital room it had felt like a cruel twist of fate, the one person invading your thoughts seemed to have been drawn to you by them. He couldn’t have known could he? Couldn’t have known he was the reason you were lying in that bed. A part of you said that you shouldn’t blame him, that he had helped by bringing you home and looking after you. But another part of you said that he had known exactly what he was doing, that holding you in his arms again was as fatal as drowning you. As you walked to the bookstore where you worked at weekends, you still avoided driving as much as you could, you replayed the events of that night over in your head again. 

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Happy Ending*

Authors Note: Since I am studying for it, why the heck not use it and make a one shot about it?

You never thought you would say it, but you missed University. Six months ago, your boyfriend beaming at you while sitting by your applauding parents as you walked off the stage with a degree in your hand.

And God, you missed University. You only had your degree for a couple of days, enjoying your time off with Harry in LA when companies started to sent you mails, almost begging for joining their company.

It almost felt like it was too much to ask to have a carefreeness lunch with your boyfriend, who was sitting across you in Café Habana. The place was peaceful, almost to peaceful, filled with green plants that made you feel closer to the nature, jazz music leaving the speakers. You felt at peace, enjoying every moment with Harry who was scrolling through his phone.

You admired him, always thankful to have such an amazing boyfriend. Ray-Ban sunglasses resting on his nose, arms relaxed while take a bite of his food, eyes glued to his phone.

You wanted to send your mother a mail, filled with nice pictures from Malibu - the place you were visiting that day when it all stated. You opened the app, when all the notifications started filling in, making embarrassing sounds. Letting people look up, including Harry.

You graduated your study because it was your passion, you loved learning it and it interested you, you loved talking about and you loved sharing it. It was your study choice before you met Harry and still was after Harry.

You could say you were disappointed, people always wanting the same. Companies asking to promote their tea on your Insta, sending you clothes - so hopefully paparazzi would catch you, wearing it.

It was so tiring, not enjoying the attention one bit. Hard to believe that even companies, where you should work for tried to ask - you on a interview and not the other way for that one little thing: “success”. You still didn’t get it, you weren’t the famous one, you were one’s girlfriend.

So after you little trip to America, you started searching for a company, who didn’t reach out to you and started going to interviews to the companies who didn’t begged for an interview, explaining who you were - not Harry Styles’ girlfriend, who could promote their company and getting even bigger because of you. You explained why you studied this and why they should chose you. And not for some stupid title. And they did, they chose you - because you were you, and you wanted it that way.

After your first day at your new workplace, Harry waited impatiently at your little studio enjoying his coffee. He just came home himself, his hair freshly-cut which you took a liking to, but still needing to adjust. A following part of his newest photoshoot for the magazine, Another Man.

Harry knew that he needed to relax but he couldn’t help himself, enjoying a break couldn’t without it being a little bit hectics. A movie to film, A photoshoot with Another Man and a couple more projects, he wasn’t allowed to tell yet were on his planning and you knew that. But he was there, after your first day at work. Opening the door of your studio, seeing your boyfriend leaning at the kitchen counter, smirking at you.

“And?” You sighed, Harry face immediately fell. Taking off you coat silently, putting your purse with your contract on the table. You rise your head up, meeting his eyes who looked worried which let your mouth corners curl up, quitting the act in a instant.

“I love it! My co-workers are s’nice, there is this girl.. Stella and she’s so lovely. We’re grabbing coffee next Thursday..-” You were babbling happily, moving your hands enthusiast letting Harry’s stomach flutter with butterflies in his stomach. Eyes lighting up.

You loved your new job, his girl was loving her new job. Waling towards him, giving him a peck, making yourself at home. Before continuing “My hours are pretty damn good, I work every Tuesday at home, so I can clean, cook, helping a lil’ bit in the household between my working hours-” Your eyes stood happily, and he was lovin’ every second of it. His baby was happy.

Harry let you speak, with a lot of hand gestures - him sipping his coffee empty while looking at you under his eyelashes. You looked so happy.

You started to miss University a couple weeks later.

It all started going downhill when Harry went his way to Dunkirk, filming his movie-debut. You were happy for him, really were, even went to a couple of his clothing-fittings. But the studio was empty and when you came from a good long day at work, you didn’t had someone to talk to, to search your work stories with, about your crazy co-worker being… well.. crazy and you just missed Harry.

Of course you could call your best friend, your mom or even Gemma but they weren’t your lovely boyfriend, who snuggled closely to you when even you liked your work - you had a tough day or made your favourite meal when you were too tired to cook as he had a rough day himself, being followed by paparazzi and fans, going to meetings.. You just missed your boyfriend..

At University, you didn’t had time to miss him- you had evening-classes, assignments to write and tests to study for. So you missed somewhat University.

It was Stella who suggested it, after listening or better said whining that you missed Harry cause he was once again away - now to Urk, somewhere in the Netherlands,- you had your degree from University,  but still sucked at Geography.

“I follow this massage class, it’s Monday and Wednesday evening. It’s very relaxing. You should join us, Ada wouldn’t mind!” Stella was very convincing.

So a couple days later you were laying in a massage chair, Stella kneading your shoulders while Ada started explaining everything what this lesson would include. You already had a liking towards Ada, she was a woman, around her forties, wrinkles around her eyes, with thin lips sharing her passion.

Her thin lips formed a smug smile when you applied for the course. Already having every supplies with you to achieve a good giving-massage.

“Everyone s’ welcome ‘ere!” And you felt that way. Ada explained everything in details, not forgetting one move, how to hold your fingers to add more pressure till the kneading in the sides of your back.

You hummed content as Stella added pressure in your lowly back, slowing going upwards never loosen the strength.

“Harry’ gonna be surprised when he’ll be home.” Stella giggled, while kneading the sides of your back.. Rolling the skin between her fingers. “Yeh told him nothing. S’ gonna be a surprise when he’ll be back from filming the movie.”

Both deep in thoughts while Stella finished the massage. You squeezing your legs more together by the thought of massaging Harry’s full body, laying vulnerable in bed, enjoying your hands kneading his body-

Harry come home on a Monday afternoon. Tired as usual. It didn’t matter if he came from tour, a interview, a photoshoot or the ending of filming a movie. Harry was always tired after work.

Strong arms around your waist, twirling you around. Face nuzzled in your neck, taking your perfume in. He had missed you, every little piece of you.

He had missed the mornings when he woke up and saw laying on your stomach, cheeks pressed in the mattress, lips slightly open, eyelids closed while your nose was shoved in the side of his back. He loved morning with you.

He loved waking you up, his voice all raspy , hands stroking your back, giving you soft kisses on your face, seeing you mouth corners curl ups slowly, - waking up.

He loved spending his days with you, having lunch in your favourite little restaurant in the centre of London, visiting his parents or yours when they were in town.

He just loved you.

He hated himself for leaving you behind, when he had another task to do,seeing you face crumble with teary-eyes at home or at the airport leaving you once again.

And every time when he came home to you after such a crazy day, week and sometimes even months he was glad to have his best friend back in his arms.

Harry hummed content, already planning a nice evening by only the two of you when your phone started beeping, disturbing you. Harry moaned, nuzzling even more into your neck, giving you forceful pecks, nibbling on your flesh, sucking on that one peculiarity spot.

“Harry.. Can’t- Need to be somewhere..” You moaned, feeling the blood get sucked towards your skin.

When the words left your mouth, you felt him stop, lifting his head from your neck. “Wha’.. M’just back?”

Guilt couldn’t even describe how you felt as your eyes wandered around his face. Face fallen, disappointment in his eyes, lips thin. He was pissed.

He just had left you for two months! “Were yeh going’ goin?” Every scenario flashed through his mind. What could possibility be more important then him coming home? “Baby.. I.”

Clapping your hands on both sides of his face, kissing the crease between his eyebrows, hoping it would fade away, not that it was really helping. “Yeh leaving me? F’wha? A get-together with your colleagues? ‘F you don’t see them enough.” Harry took your hands off his way, storming to your couch in your little studio.

“Harry..” You whined, looking at the clock on your phone- screaming to you to leave-

“Wha’ s’more important than me at t’moment?” You rolled your eyes, hovering over a grumpy boyfriend who’s ego was busting. “You’ll understand.. very soon.” Lips lightly touching his, Harry’s hands instant flaring up to the back of your neck, trying to deepen the kiss. You declined, trying to get yourself together, needing to leave.

“Not that harsh!” Stella shrieked when you pressure was too hard. Watching you with big pupils. ”Sorry!”

“Harry’s home.” You explained. “He’s grumpy that I left. I bet he thinks I’m cheating.” You continued, while kneading her legs.

Sadly Harry did. He already called his sister, asking what he should do, trying to get the scenario out of his head but couldn’t. He was scared that he didn’t know about some handsome co-worker that started working at your company while he was away.

Luckily Gemma knew about your evening classes- you told her a couple weeks ago when you two went for lunch. Gemma tried to reassure him, that he worrying about nothing.

“Y’don’t know tha’ for sure! Bet she wouldn’t tell tha’ especially her boyfriend’s sista.” Harry snapped, getting irritated by Gemma. He was trying to focus on an episode of Family Guy when he called her.

Gemma ignored the snapping, still trying to sooth him till Harry could hear the front door opening. “Gotta go. See ya!” He interrupted, ending the phone call without waiting on a response.

“Hi, sweet!” You mumbled when you walked in the living room, looking relaxed and tired. Stella did wonders this evening when she felt your tense muscles. Letting you fall next to him, in the couch. Your head on his shoulder. “Hi, love.”

You hummed content at the sight. A good looking boyfriend, naked torso trying to watch Family Guy,- something you’ll never get since it’s wasn’t that funny;

There was a silence between you, only Stewie voice filing the room. Harry was slightly pouting, arms crossed, trying to concentrate. Something harder than he imagined since you’ve been watching him the moment you stumbled next to him. You started to get impatient, wanting to touch him, making love to-

“I missed you.” You whispered, getting closer to him, while your hand followed the lines of his leaf tattoos when you spare hand found his way to the back of his neck, massaging it, giving little squeezes.

Harry moaned content, Family Guy all forgotten, instead watching you intense. You were looking at him with big pupils, biting your lips.

Something has changed, even when you were so good at massaging his scalp before. Your touch was different, your fingers tip have gotten more fierce, while your palm pushed his skin upwards.

Harry liked the passion in your fingertips.

“I’ve been taking classes. S’way I was away..” Only thing Harry could do was moan, mouth slightly open, eyes closed while you kept massaging his scalp.  

“I need to practice on someone. Wanna be me’ model?” You whispered in his ear, tongue ticking his earlobe, after nibbling on it. Harry could only nod.

Leading him towards your bedroom, demanding him to take his clothes off while you run into your bathroom, searching for the almond oil, deep down in the cabinet.

You smiled smugly when you saw him laying on his stomach, only in his briefs. His cheeks pressed in the mattress. Green eyes following every move. Only in his shirt and red lace-panties.

He got goosebumps only from that view, you didn’t even started and he felt his cock already stiffen’ up.

“The bed is too low to stand, So guess I’ll sit on your cute bum.” You hummed while straddling him, taking the bottle of oil with you. “Fine by meh.”

Pumping oil in your hand, rubbing it together to get it warm. You were excited to touch him in such a sensual way and that’s what you did, you hands touching his warm body, starting to spread the oil on his body.

It gave Harry shivers all over his body, he wanted to blame the oil to be too cold but when you pressed your hands in his lower back, going slowly upwards, your whole body going with your hands he knew you were good.

Your were really that good.

Kneading his neck and he could feel your warm breath in his ear. “Missed you babe, take this as your ‘Welcome back’ gift.” Harry moaned when you started to give him kisses in the crook of his neck while kneading the back of his neck, slowly going backwards to his back.

And you did it again.

Hands on his lower back, going upwards, kneading his neck. “How was Urk?” You giggled, only getting moans in response. “Guess it went alright? Your muscles are really tense, babe.”

His eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling of your soft, little hands on his back- while your palms added more pressure in his shoulders, your front putting automatically more pressure into his bum.

Drawing circles around his vertebras, kneading his sides, letting the skin roll between your fingers, pressing your fingers and palm harder, trying to release the tensed muscles. God, Harry loved your hands on him.

Only one thing started to tense more.

Sliding of his bum, letting Harry protest loudly. “No’ babe- keep goin’.” Wanting you right there, where you were before.

“No, M’gonna put my hands on your cute, little butt!” You explained, pulling his briefs harshly down. Him shrieking. “Wha’!?”

He thought he wouldn’t like it till you started kneading it and squeezing it. Making your hand in a fist, while your wrist started twirling, your other hand following flatly with, stroking it.

Harry moaning. He adjusted his body so he could take a better look at you. His eyes were now wide open, green eyes never leaving you, he noticed your hair falling out of your bun and his shirt hanging nicely on your body. You were perfect, you were concentrated, doing every movement Ada thought you, not even noticing his staring-

When you putted his briefs up again, he was protesting once again.

He shut his mouth immediately when you fingers slid to his legs, between his thighs. That’s when you started to tease him, kneading a little bit closer upfront than necessary. “Pet..” He tried to warn you, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

But you acted like you didn’t notice the warning, you massaged his legs, trying to keep your smile limited by the reactions you received. Your breathing started to get heavier, both did.

You felt the need to start to massaging his front, seeing his mouth open, and hearing his moans more clearly while you massaged his arms and stomach.

“Turn around, babe.” It was barely hearable, just above a whisper but still he heard you. Harry did what you asked him do. Eyes on you, while you grounded your hips against his crotch. Combined moans filling your small bedroom.

“Fuck.. Pet.” Harry couldn’t even finish his sentence before another moan left his mouth, shifting a little so your centre was directly on his. “I..-”

You started spreading oil on his arms, face close to his, your noses almost touching. You smelled the sweet sent of mint coming out of his mouth, breath on your face, lips hovering yours.

You started to thrust yourself on his painful erection while your hands were stroking his arms, trying to still massage them. “Please..” Harry’s head fell on the hard mattress, looking at the ceiling, biting on his button lip to neglect another moan when you thrust your hips faster and harder to add friction.

Oily hands found their way to his neck, while you lips collided, little soft pecks were given. You could feel your underwear getting soaked and the outline of his dick through his briefs.

Harry’s lips found their way to your collarbone, leaving soft kisses on them, tongue poking out a couple times, while sucking. You moaned in pleasure.

You had missed him so much and you couldn’t wait anymore to touch him, kiss him, feel him. You just wanted him.

The massage all forgotten.

You started crawling backwards, and kneeled between his legs, sliding the black briefs slowly down his legs. It only took a couple second before his erection stood free. A sigh leaving his mouth, finally feeling released.

No warning, you took him all in your mouth. Harry hand gripping the sheet next to him, his spare one on the back of your neck, buckle his hips up, letting you gag “Fuck.. I.. -Give meh a warning first.”

You pulled your mouth slowly back, letting your tongue twirl around the top. Harry breathing fasten while your started sucking at the head, tasting the salt from his pre-come coming out his cock. A whisper leaving his mouth.. “God.”

You continued to bob your head, while stroking the rest of him, not forgetting his balls. Harry licked his lips, moaning once again by the sight. Round ass up, your breasts showing thanks to the wide collar from his shirt, nipples hard and you were taking him, inch by inch, locking eyes with him.

Unaware had Harry pushed you all the way down on himself, causing your eyes to water and feel as if you were choking. “Babe- ”

You jolted up. Harry protesting wanting your mouth back were it belonged.

In no time, you discarded your lace thongs. Harry gazing. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You hips were hovering over his, your centre slightly touching his shaft. Throwing your head back as you felt his erection.

Harry reached out for his dick, slowly moving his tip at your centre. You knees almost gave in, by the feeling. “Harry.. Please..”

So that’s what Harry did. He adjusted himself at your centre and let push yourself down. Both leaving moans when you reached the base of his cock. Ha

You were full, full of him and you felt your stomach tense up. You started to ride him, pulling yourself up to let you afterwards sunk yourself back down.

Fingers were entangled while Harry started moving, him wanting you even deeper and you shallowing hard while bouncing on his length.

“Fuck..” Slapping of skin, you whispering, moaning his name in a beautiful melody.

“I know..” You let out a cry from pleasure, feeling your eyes watering. Lifting your hips, Harry bucking them up, while you dropped back down. Thrusts meeting each other.

You were grinning even harder, groans leaving each other mouths in unison. Hips moving in synch. Sweat was dripping of your forehead, and you felt yourself clench around him.

Trying to get a better grip on Harry’s hand, you gave a couple more thrusts. Harry’s groaning mixed with your whispers and you both knew you almost were there.  “M’close.. M’close…” You panted, while trying to get yourself up, failing miserably, knees giving in.

Harry tried to support you with his elbows, trying to give you more strength but feeling your walls clench around him, made him weak. “Just do it’ pet..”

“C’mon..” His hands were on your hips, helping to steady yourself while you sunk yourself once again down, your petite hands on his shoulders. Whispers leaving your mouth.

The climax was close, thrusts got faster, but sloppier. Harry’s head fell back, eyes rolling backwards while you rode him, feeling himself close to the edge. Your lips attaching into his neck, leaving moans against his flesh.

You were closing and loosing in a rapid speed around him, trying to get a couple more thrust done, before reaching your orgasm.

Crying out his name, hands tighten and a hard thrust was what got you over the edge. A lump was formed in your mouth, sight blurry while Harry keept bucking his hips up, trying to reach his.

Not that much later feeling his cum lashing inside you, letting you whisper from the warm feeling. Arms giving in, letting your collapse above him, both breathless. “That was amazing.”

You hummed in response, lifting your now - very, heavy head up. Harry’ head close to yours, your lips touching, instantly opening your mouth to deepen the kiss.

You ended the kiss. Harry pulling himself out, already missing the warmth around him as you rolled off him, nuzzling to his side.

You really missed him. You really had missed the affection between the two of you.

Arms were wrapped around you waist, trying to get you as close as possible. Soft kisses on your shoulders letting you smile in content. This was the kind of happy ending you liked.

Stupid way to end the one shot, I know and I’m so sorry about but yeah..  I am not a expert on writing smut (or writing in general), but bare with me. English is not my first language, so be nice.

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-A/N- so this was a request “ HIII OMG can you do a josh dun fic from twenty Øne piløts where you’re getting hassled in a club and your boyfriend josh comes over and maybe punches him but obvs josh is a ball of sunshine so after it’s lots of fluff to you and maybe some smut!!!!!”

Okie dokie you wanted it babe um trigger warning maybe??* also small smut at the end*


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The music was making your head spin, you danced swaying to the beat of the unfamiliar house song, you had decided tonight that you josh, Tyler, Jenna, and a few other band friends would go out to a local club during a break on their newest tour.

You wore Josh’s favourite black dress, it had a plunging lace neckline and was all black, bringing out every perfect curve you had. Your tall black heels still made you come to just under Josh’s chin.

Speaking of josh he was off talking to Tyler at the bar while you and Jenna danced by the speakers, you felt someone’s eyes burning into you and it wasn’t josh. You glance over and a man stood leaning at the bar eyeing your every move, you rolled your eyes and flashed a smile to Jenna.

“Y/n girl, there’s a creep at six o clock staring you down, I need to go ring my friend make sure you stay safe Hun” Jenna said reaching in her bag for her phone before throwing a disgusted look at the leering man. You carried on dancing but decided to head over to josh and Tyler. As you headed towards the bar the man leaning pulled your wrist causing you to fall awkwardly half on his lap, half on his chair,

“Whoops…. Took a slip there darlin” he chimed laughing but trying to be sexy, you went to pull away from him but he placed a hand on your upper thigh below your bum, this sent alarm bells as you felt panic wash over you, you tried yelling to josh but the music was too loud and he stood oblivious just ever so slightly too far to help.

“Get off me you creep I have a boyfriend!” You spat attempting to stand again and walk away, he placed his arms either side of you so you where trapped between him and the bar.

“You’re wasted on him” he said slipping his hand and squeezing your bum, it felt so disgusting compared to how loving Josh’s touch was, you pushed against the man shoving his chest and yelling hoping to grab attention from anyone, your eyes leading that josh would be here, you felt the man place damp kisses along your cheek towards your mouth but your thrusts and movements kept him that little step back.

Just like that your arms where released and the man dropped to the floor before you realised that Josh was standing there, anger building up in his face, fist still clenched from the punch that connected back to the slob on the floor.

“Don’t you fuckin touch her EVER ” he yelled, you had never seen him this mad before in all your eleven months of dating.

You ran into his arms and his body was still clenched, his jaw was still tightened. He soon realised you where wrapped round his neck and he melted to your touch engulfing you in a hug, he placed soft kisses along your neck as you hugged him,

“Babe are you okay oh my god are you alright did he fucking hurt you I swear if he hurt you im gonna kill him!” He said bunching his hand in your hair he held you close.

“I’m fine josh…. Just a little shaken…. Can- can we go home please” you said attempting to not burst into tears, you felt josh nod. He politely shuffled out of the club supporting you with one arm while the other held your coat and purse. As soon as the nights air stung your legs and arms you shivered.

He placed the coat around you and pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his built arms around your neck, his other arm settling at the bottom of your back rubbing small circles which steadied your breathing.

“ I’m so sorry I let that happen to you…. I should have been watching you babe….. I should have been there sooner” he whispered. You saw Tyler and Jen watching from the side of the bus and you nestled back into Josh’s neck.

“It’s not your fault honestly, you where so fucking heroic in there I don’t know what I would without you josh I love you so much” you whimpered while clinging to him,

“I love you too y/n… baby girl I love you so much… I’ll be right back” he said kissing you lightly on the lips before running over to Tyler and whispering something. Tyler nodded and you see him and Jen wave to you before going in the car parked next to the bus.

“C'mon ” josh says taking your hand and leading you to the bus, you walk in the familiar vehicle and feel safe, it was thankfully warm for a change and josh sat you down on the sofa.

He didn’t need to say a word, his presence was enough. He sat next to you and pulled you onto his lap, you straddled him and hugged him, snaking your arms around his neck, you lay your head next to his and he held you there.

After a few moments like this you began kissing his neck softly. This stark change caused josh to buck his hips slightly. Knowing what you where doing was pleasing josh you continued but moved to his sharp jaw line. He returned the kisses and started at your collar bone sucking at your sweet spot causing you to moan slightly.

“Are you okay y/n… We don’t have to….” He muttered holding your face in his hands pulling you away from the kiss.

You frowned a little bit and chewed your lip.

“Can… Can I have some coffee first” you mutter and he smiles.

“Of course you can baby girl, not gonna lie I’m craving a red bull don’t tell Tyler I’m having one of his…” He said gently shifting you to lie back on the sofa. You took your heels off and you heard the coffee machine go off. You headed to where the bed was and you pulled of your dress. You grabbed one of Josh’s tank tops and some of his boxers. Your hair fell down in curls.

“Babe? Coffee!” You hear josh call, you head back and he takes a moment eyeing what you’re wearing. He seemed almost turned on? Pushing the idea aside you sit next to him putting your legs over his lap, he shuffles slightly drinking his red bull.

“What?” You giggle slightly.

“Can I be honest? You look really fucking hot in my shirt…. And boxers. I don’t know why you just do…. ” josh blushed looking away. You finished your coffee and placed the mug on the side, pulling his jaw back to you to look at you. His dorky grin was plastered across his face before he frowned slightly.

“I’m sorry… About like…. What happened are you sure you’re okay” he questioned. You blushed and placed one leg over him and straddled him again. He places a hand on your cheek. You pulled the hem of his shirt so his lips where inches from yours, you kiss him, running your lip along his bottom lip, he opens his mouth and instantly takes control.

He deepens the kiss placing a hand at the bottom of your back grazing your ass. His other hand still holding your cheek. His hand slowly drops to your breast as he squeezes it lightly between his hand, you don’t realise but you started grinding your hips, he began moaning deeply into your mouth. You giggle and feel his smile through the kiss.

“I will always protect you” you felt him grow slightly as you pulled away and smiled at him kissing his hand.

“I fucking love you” you breathe.

“GUYS SORRY FOR INTERRUPTING BUT DID I LEAVE SOME RED BULLS IN HERE.?” Tyler’s voice called through a small open window by the front of the bus.

“God dammit” josh whines.