he looks like the best kisser in the world

anonymous asked:

21 please!

oooh interesting hahaha

21. “He’s a bad kisser.”

“Ah shit!” Isak groaned throwing his head back as he threw his keys on his bedside table and dropped his bag. 

Even looked up at the frustrated boy in alert “What? what is it?” 

“Jonas has my phone.” Isak moaned into his hands. 

Even shook his head “why…why would Jonas have your phone? is there literally anything you guys don’t share?” 

“Even the only thing you are wearing right now that isn’t mine is your underwear.” 

“Weeeeeelllll….” 

Isak screwed up his face “Eveeeeen” 

Even’s beautiful laugh filled the room as his eyes squinted up in slits “Kidding!” 

Isak blushed and smiled, an involuntary reaction whenever Even did that. 

Anyway, Jonas has my phone because he took it away when I kept texting you instead of listening to his rants about soft and hard tacos.” 

Even nodded “sounds like an interesting debate. on one hand the soft shell is easier to eat, but the hard shell adds an interesting authenticity that you just can’t-” 

“Oh my god stop!” Isak laughed. 

Even pursed his lips and tugged at Isak’s hip “can we go get tacos?” 

Isak smiled and shook his head “You are so random. We can if you give me your phone so I can text Jonas and tell him to bring my phone to school tomorrow.” 

“Anything for the man of my life.” Even replied, handing him his phone. 

Isak rolled his eyes, his cheeks hurting from all the smiling Even always got out of him.

“I’ll go get my jacket.” Even said, heading to the living room. 

“you mean my jacket” Isak laughed. 

he went into the messages to find Jonas’s name when he saw something he couldn’t unsee. 

There was a message to a number that hadn’t been added to contacts. Isak squinted at the message, his heart pumping hard. 

Even:

Yeah i’m seeing him again tomorrow. He is really sweet and everything but he is a baaad kisser. But yeah I’ll call you tonight :)

Isak felt his heart sink into his stomach, and his fingers instinctively touch his lips. Was he really a bad kisser?? he always thought Even was happy whenever they were intimate. But maybe, maybe it was all a lie? Then what else is a lie? Isak felt sick. 

“Hey baby you ready to go?” Even called from the living room and Isak swallowed his emotion. He wasn’t meant to see this. He will just try to forget about it. 

But of course he didn’t, he ended up staying up all night wondering if this whole time he was doing everything wrong. Why was Even still with him if he was bad at everything? What was the point? 

The next day he showed up to school grumpy and Jonas noticed. 

“What the hell is up with you? I gave you your phone back.” 

Isak grunted. 

“Okay speak up” mahdi said, all the boys leaning towards Isak, ready to listen to his problem. 

“Even thinks i’m a bad kisser.” 

Magnus laughed and Jonas furrowed his brows. “he said that?” 

“No he texted it to someone.” 

“Isaaak” Mahdi shook his head in disapproval. 

“I didn’t mean to see it! It was just there.” 

“Well who did he say it to?” 

“I don’t know, there was no contact name.” 

Jonas dismissed it with his hand “it’s probably nothing”

“NOTHING??? My boyfriend hates me!” 

“Even loves you.” Magnus stated shaking his head. 

“He basically kisses the ground you walk on” Mahdi agreed. 

“But my kissing!” 

Jonas shrugged “It’s just one thing.” 

Magnus nodded “Yeah he loves you despite your terrible kissing skill. that’s sweet.” 

Isak glared at him. 

“What? it is is! I mean you can’t all be pros like me” Magnus grinned smugly. 

The boys all looked at him unconvinced. 

“It’s true! Vilde can’t get enough. She is obsessed. I mean I could teach you some tricks if you like Isak” 

Isak screwed up his face “No thanks Magnus.” 

“what? I don’t mind. Your my friend. Theres nothing wrong with a friend showing another friend how to kiss.” 

Mahdi laughed, Jonas shook his head “You are seriously deranged Magnus.” 

“Okay so i’m gonna go. Sorry Magnus. I’m still not going to hook up with you.” Isak said walking away. 

“I don’t- that’s not- Guyyyys!” 

That night Even and Isak were snuggled up watching a movie when Even kissed Isak’s neck. he tensed up. The anxiety creeping up his body. Oh no. All he could think was how bad he was at kissing and how much it must disappoint Even. 

Even pressed his lips against Isak’s and Isak just sat there, unresponsive. 

Even pulled back confused 

“Baby what’s wrong? Are you upset.” 

Isak crossed his arms “I just, I don’t feel like doing anything.” 

Even nodded “Okay. That’s okay.” he smiled and wrapped his arms around Isak. 

Okay now Isak was mad. Even gave up way too easily. He must be relieved! Isak is a bad kisser. 

He shook off Even’s arm and lifted his head up. 

“Okay.. talk to me.” Even said, closing the laptop. 

“Well why did you give up so easily? Are you? Are you grossed out by me?” 

Even looked at him blankly “What? Isak what are you talking about?” 

“You think I’m a bad kisser.” 

Even laughed “baby, you are the best kisser in the world.” He raised his eyebrows “I’ve taught you everything you know.” 

“You’re lying.” 

Even’s eyes became concerned and he took Isak’s hands in his. “Isak I love every single part of you. I can’t even be in the same room without wanting to jump you. Your kisses send me to paradise.” he kissed his knuckles. “What is this really about? Tell me.” 

Isak finally caved “I saw your message. on your phone.” Even didn’t react so he elaborated “it said “he is really sweet but he is a bad kisser.” 

Even was confused and then he smiled “And you thought it was about you? Oh baby you’re everything but sweet.” he winked, poorly. 

Isak scrunched his brows “Then…who were you talking about?” he found the biggest fear hitting him hard in his chest. Was Even cheating?

“I don’t know, I didn’t write it.” Even said nonchalantly

Isak felt relief flood through him. 

“Then who did?” 

Even laughed and when realisation hit him “Oh my god! Vilde borrowed my phone when I was helping her plan Kosegruppa last night because hers were flat. She wanted to text Eva” 

Isak smiled brightly “So it was about Magnus.” 

The laughter consumed him and Even kissed his forehead with his smile. 

“Baby whenever you think you are a bad kisser, just come to me so I can prove you wrong.” 

and then his lips were on Isak’s and everything disappeared. 

No. This wasn’t bad. Not bad at all. 


I hope this was okay <3 

deerprongs  asked:

3 with Remus pLEASE? (I'm obsessed with Remus now again and I blame you) ((at the same time I'm totally okay with it))

Sorry not sorry!! Remus is the best <3

3. Drunk/Sloppy kiss


“You never should have let him drink tonight,” Sirius said in your ear, sounding amused.  You jumped at how close he had crept up on you and stepped back a bit.  He was sipping on a mix of butterbeer and firewhiskey, eyeing Remus and trying not to laugh.  Remus had been drinking for a couple of hours now, and while usually he was more of an observer when it came to parties, he had just grabbed a fistful of Gobstones two third-years were playing with and tried to balance them one by one on his nose, another shot in his hand.

“And why exactly shouldn’t he be drinking?  It is his night, after all.  You want to deny the birthday boy his fun?” You mocked, and folded your arms and raised an eyebrow at Sirius.  Remus’s birthday was in a week and fell during a full moon this year, so you’d thrown him a party in advance because you knew no celebration would take place on the actual date.  Despite not feeling his best, he’d rallied and seemed to be having the time of his life.

Sirius smirked.  “Not at all, Y/N, you know I’d never discourage underage drinking!” he laughed.  “It’s just…your boyfriend,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, as you and Remus had just made things official between the two of you, “Can’t hold his liquor as well before the full moon.  Y’know?” he glanced at you knowingly.

“I’m not following.” 

“Oh come on, same thing sometimes happens to girls before their time of the month!  Do I really have to give you a sex ed lesson right now?” He laughed, and your eyes widened.  Oh.

Almost as if he had sensed you were talking about him, Remus bounded over clumsily, a goofy smile on his face.  “Y/N! My LOVE!” he shouted, beaming.  “Hi–*hic*–Padfoot,” he hiccuped, slopping a little bit of what looked like Serpent Wine down the front of his sweater.

“You made the mess, you clean it up,” Sirius tsked at you.  He winked over the rim of his glass and slipped away, leaving you to attend to your intoxicated boyfriend.

You gave him a “wow, thanks” look before turning your attention to Remus, who was repeatedly poking your arm.  “Can I help you?” you asked, unable to hide your giggle at the sight of his hair all tousled and his face flushed from the alcohol. “Oh!” you gasped.  He had leaned in very suddenly for a kiss and stumbled a little in the process, causing you to have to shuffle backward to avoid falling into the fireplace.  The kiss was sloppy and he tasted like a combination of all the alcohol James and Peter had smuggled into the common room earlier in the day.  If he wasn’t such a goddamned adorable drunk, you’d have been a lot more affronted.

“You,” he said once he pulled away, “are th’best girlfriend I have ever had.”

“Rem, I’m the only girlfriend you’ve ever had,” you laughed, wiping your mouth.  He was normally quite a good kisser, but you were fairly certain kissing Sirius as Padfoot would have been less sloppy than what you’d just experienced.

“Exactly! So you’re the best!” Remus exclaimed loudly, wide-eyed, and you burst into laughter again.

“Well, I guess I can’t argue with you there.  Uh, what are you doing?”

Remus had bent over one of the side tables in the common room.  He straightened up and looked at you innocently, his mouth hanging open in a half-smile, a bottle of amber liquid in his hand.  “Shots!” he said simply, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“I’m not sure that’s your best idea,” you chided, glancing at the grandfather clock in the corner.  It was already well past one in the morning and you figured Remus would probably be hit with one hell of a hangover the next morning.  That on top of his usual pre-moon syndrome meant he should be getting all the rest he could, and Sirius was right, you had never seen him this drunk before.  You didn’t want him to end up blacking out, so you made an executive decision.  “Hey babe?”

Remus was about to down a shot of firewhiskey but stopped when he heard your voice.  “Whasamatter?” he slurred.

“Nothing.  I just remembered, though, James said he had some Goblin Rum stashed under his bed…want to go try it?”

Remus bought your white lie and nodded eagerly.  You breathed a sigh of relief and took his hand, dragging him through the crowd in the common room like a toddler and saying goodnight to your friends on the way.  Sirius caught your eye and mouthed “I told you so,” and you playfully flipped him the bird on your way up the boys’ stairs.

“Here, just sit on your bed and I’ll get it,” you told Remus, who sat down happily.

“You’re so pretty,” he complimented, the same goofy smile back on his face.  

“Yeah?” You rummaged through the garbage under James’s bed and pretended to look for the nonexistent bottle.  Merlin, did they ever clean up in here? “You’re rather good-looking yourself.”

“Really?” Remus sounded cute and hopeful.

“Really.  Here, found it.”  You’d actually filled a glass with water using a simple charm, and Remus downed it all without even realizing it wasn’t alcohol.  You figured you’d give it five more seconds before he would fall asleep, and sure enough, when you turned to put the glass on his bedside table you heard the soft whoosh of the mattress as he fell over. He was lying on his side, and his head had fallen just short of the pillow.  You smiled and moved the pillow so his head was resting on it and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  You decided to sit with him for a while, or at least until one of the other boys came up to bed, and plopped down on the bed next to him, absentmindedly rubbing his back as he slept.  “Happy early birthday, love,” you said sweetly.


I love Remus so much honestly wtf

Cait :)

anonymous asked:

its just me or terry crews is such a ass kisser for andy samberg that makes everyone inclusive andy unconfortable??? hes like "i love this man so much hes the best and most humble man in the world etx etc" and andy is like ok..... we only know each other for like 15 minutes chill i know im your boss but you need to calm down vibe????

i don’t get that vibe at all. i mean just look at this (really cute) video:

like they both just really love each other a lot and it’s really cute and i love it and everyone loves it and that’s that on that

Aaron Carpenter - Announcement

Request:  Aaron Carpenter imagine where your also a youtuber and y'all go on you now to announce your relationship can you put Greyson ( his nephew in there too )

MASTERLIST

“Okay, the stream is all set up!” Aaron shouted from downstairs.

“I’m coming!” I yelled back as I finished getting Greyson dressed.

We were babysitting Aaron’s nephew today but we also decided we would do a YouNow to announce our relationship. We had been dating for five months but neither of us confirmed it yet, also everyone was sure about it so we figured out it was time to talk about us.

I walked down with Greyson in my arms. Aaron was sitting in front of his laptop and I sat besides him.

“Aw, come here buddy” he babbled to Greyson as he took him into his lap. “What a handsome guy!” he laughed seeing his outfit. I put on him a nice little shirt and a pair of jeans, he looked like a miniature adult, also I was sure he would get his clothes dirty in a minute, but he looked too good like that. “Can we start?” he asked turning towards me. I nodded smiling and the Aaron started the live stream.

“Hey guys!” we greeted the viewers as soon as we were online.

Greyson started to babble pointing at the screen, he was so adorable.

“Hey, I’m Aaron and I’m here with the beautiful Y/N, who is well-known for his beauty videos” Aaron commented and I was just sitting there smiling and watching over Greyson.

I started to upload videos to my YouTube channel a year ago, mostly I had tutorials.

“And Greyson is also excited to see you guys” he added laughing. “So we are basically here to tell you something important.” Aaron glanced at me trying to hide his smile. “I think all of you can guess what it is, but we thought it would be good to make everything clear.”

“And I hope you won’t kill me” I muttered avoiding to look at the camera. I spent half of my life in front of the camera but now I was a bit nervous.

“Yeah, it’s important to stay calm. So the thing is, that we would like all of you to know that we are a couple, we have been dating for a couple of months and we are really happy together. There, I said it finally!” he laughed and turned to me. I smiled at him. Greyson pouted his lips at me and stretched towards me. I picked him up and sat him on my lap so he wouldn’t start crying.

“Thanks” Aaron said quietly. “Okay, so we are here not just to announce you our relationship, but also to answer your questions about everything, so tweet us what you want to know.” He took his phone from the table and opened Twitter starting to scroll down his mentions.

Greyson started to play with my hair but I was still too nervous to say anything.

“Okay, here is one. How did you meet? Oh, this is a good one” he laughed and I joined him thinking about the day we met.

“They will think that you are a stalker, Aaron” I laughed but he just waved his hand at me.

“They already know that I am weird. So basically we met at VidCon” he started.

“It was my first time there”

“Yes and I already knew she would come and I kinda stalked her” Aaron admitted awkwardly smiling.

“Don’t worry, I thought you were cute standing at the line with those girls at my booth” I caressed his arm.

“Oh, I’m sure about it” he muttered. “Anyway, I just kinda went to her and started to talk with her about things. And we ended up like… So I just asked her out” he shrugged like it was nothing but I knew he was nervous when this all happened.

“And I said yes, so we met yesterday, he took me to a restaurant, even though I told him Burger King would be fine, but he insisted on taking me to a nice place.” I leaned closer to him and kissed his cheek. He was a little bit blushing as I was telling our story. “He was a real gentleman.”

“I was just determined to get to you.”

“And you succeeded, because I let you kiss me when you walked me back to my hotel” I admitted smiling like an idiot. Our first date was so cute and romantic, it was one of my favorite memories.

“Okay, that’s enough of our first date” Aaron said still blushing. “Here is the next one. Y/N, it’s for you, our viewers want to know how good kisser I am.” He turned to me with a proud smile waiting for me to worship his kissing skills, but I wanted to tease him.

“I’m sorry, I won’t talk about things like that in front of the kid” I nodded towards Greyson.

“Aw, just admit that I’m the best kisser in the world, everyone knows that it’s true” he sighed and then smiled at me.

“Yeah, whatever” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Let me pick out the next one.” He gave me his phone and I started to look for a question that would absolutely make Aaron uncomfortable. And I found the right one. “ This one is good. Have you guys already had sex?” I asked and when he heard the question his face immediately went red, I couldn’t stop laughing at him.

“What the hell, you said no dirty talking in front of the kid!” he stated laughing awkwardly. “Okay, guys, you are so inappropriate, so we will say goodbye now” he said turning towards the screen while I still was laughing hard. Even Greyson started to laugh when I couldn’t stop. “Bye guys!” he waved and then shut the stream down. “What is wrong with you?!” he asked me, but I was still laughing.

It was funny because we slept together for the first time only a week ago, it was the first time for both of us. It wasn’t a big deal for me, to talk about things like that but Aaron was so shy about these things he always got nervous when sex came up, now he had to deal with it on a live stream.

“I’m sorry it was just… Your face was… Oh my God!” I barely could breathe.

“That wasn’t funny!” he stated but I could tell he wasn’t mad at me.

“Yes it was, but sorry baby, you know I love you” I said leaning closer to him giving him a peck on the lips.

“You are lucky I love you too” he muttered and kissed me.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Luke one where you and him are having a get together at his place with his fam and you both have a cute moment?:)

A/n: Here you go love! Major fluff alert ahead because I can see this happening haha hope you guys like it!💕

Pairing: Luke + Y/N


“Babe hurry up! I’m getting lonely in here.” Luke pouted from the pool, swishing his arms in the water as he swam over to the ledge. Snapback perched on his head with tendrils of dirty blonde hair peering through, making him look like a Greek god carved by Zeus himself.

You were at Luke’s parents house for a family barbecue with his aunts and uncles and cousins all scattered about the backyard. You were sitting on one of the lawn chairs, talking to Celeste when you heard your boyfriend of 3 years call for you.

“In a minute Luke!” You shouted back, continuing your conversation until you felt those familiar pair of arms pick you up, and lift you out of your chair. Luke threw you over his shoulder as you yelped at the sudden action.

You could hear everyone laugh at the sight of you two and could have sworn you heard Liz say she needed to get her camera to capture the moment. That woman seemed to be more obsessed with your relationship with Luke than you.

“Luke please don’t do it.” You laughed as he made his way to the pool, standing over the edge.

“Tell me you love me then.” You could practically see the smirk that adorned his perfectly sculpted face. “Okay okay I love you so much and you’re the best kisser in the world!” You rushed out, not wanting him to throw you into the pool. You spent hours on this makeup and was not going to have it smeared across your face.

“Hmm. Fine I’ll let you go.” You sighed in relief at his words. “Right after this.” And with that he jumped into the water with you in his arms as you gasped and shot up, pushing your now wet, already starting to frizz hair from your eyes. “Thanks a lot jerk! I’m going to look like freaking Medusa now.” You whined, Luke grinning as he swam over to you and embraced you in a hug, hands lingering over your ass but clearly aware of his family watching the scene unfold.

“I think you look beautiful so stop.” He smiled at you as you put your arms around his neck, taking the hat that fell into the water and putting it on your head to prevent the mess you called your hair from spreading out like wildfire. “I still hate you.” You muttered, brushing his soaked hair from his forehead.

He smirked as he pulled you even closer and swam you guys to the farthest ledge of the pool, away from the chaos where everyone was chattering. “Kiss me.” He mumbled, lips ungodly closer to yours as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. And you being the weak shit that you are, closed the distance, moving your lips with his like two missing puzzle pieces found after a hunt.

You finally pulled away, remembering the audience you had watching. “Get it Luke!” Jack yelled from his spot beside Celeste, both of them laughing along with the rest.

Embarrassed, you hid your face in Luke’s shoulder as a blush rose to your cheeks. “Alright alright that’s enough.” He yelled back, still grinning though.

You sighed in content as you looked up at the sky. The sun was just about to set, colouring the sky with splashes of orange, yellow, and pink. It looked like a masterpiece. An intricate work of art. The wind breezed through the air, a chill making its way down your spine at the sensation. Luke felt the shiver and hugged you impossibly closer.

“Let’s get back inside yeah?” He whispered, lips brushing your forehead. “Not my fault you forcefully dunked me in here.” You smiled at him as he let out a slight chuckle, dimples surfacing and black lip ring looking ever so brighter.

“Fine I’m sorry okay? I’ll get you ice cream cake.” You let out a squeal while pecking his lips and raising yourself out of the pool. “You know me so well.” He knew ice cream cake was your favourite and if he bribed you with it you couldn’t stay mad at him for longer than a minute. It was always your weakness. Just like you were his.

Luke admired you as you sashayed away, hips purposefully accentuating every movement as he thought how lucky he was to have met you. Had the guts to ask you out, and finally make you his since the moment his eyes landed on yours in that god awful cupcake shop that was apparently supposed to be the best in town. But he was thankful for that. Coincidence? Fate? Destiny? Whatever it may be, he thanked the stars for aligning his with yours.

“Luke hurry up! I want it now!” Wrapping yourself up in a towel you grinned as Liz came over and showed you the pictures she took of both of you, your cheeks once again reddening.

Luke stared in awe at the two women he loved the absolute most in the world. Bonding together and laughing together and cherishing memories being made, hopefully going to add one more soon by the ring sitting in his suitcase in the back pocket, ready to permanently make you a part of his family.

Serre-Moi, Embrasse-Moi

Pairing: Klaine

Word Count: 1700

Summary: Early Klaine, Kurt realizes he doesn’t quite like french kissing. Title taken from Serre-Moi by Tryo. Kind of a prequel to this but was originally written as a stand alone

Rating: G

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Kurt and Blaine have been boyfriends for about a month now and Kurt thinks that they are progressing pretty well on the…intimate side of things considering how opposed he was to it all before they got together. Kurt loves kissing Blaine; he never knew he could love kissing as much as he does. He could do it for hours with Blaine (well not it but kissing? Kissing he could do).

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Eskimo Kiss War

originally posted by fuhoneybadger

A/N: Just imagine that’s you and Steve, okay? It’s also entirely possible that more than just Steve will get an Eskimo kiss story because it’s just so adorable. Also, I’m away right now, so it’s kind of short. This thing also ended up going in like fifteen different directions and I swear it has a mind of its own.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: None
Synopsis: You and Steve have an ongoing Eskimo kiss war in which you both do your best to try and catch the other off guard. It leads to a bittersweet moment between you two and a lady you meet.

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Cuz .. they’re inspiring. And…c'mon - that look?!?!?!!?

“It’s much more fun when you know the steps.”

He honestly couldn’t believe she said that. 

The camera crew didn’t either - but then again…they were now used to her taming his notorious temper. 

Two months together…and it consistently amazed him how she could reach inside and just…calm him. 

He didn’t like to think about it being over. About it being almost the end of the journey. 

So he didn’t. 

As the camera crew left the studio, he and Meryl were taking a much needed break. He was ecstatic that they were gone - while he understood the nature of the beast, so to speak, he hated making those packages. He didn’t necessarily care about how it made him look to the public really, but he worked so much better when the cameras were gone. His head cleared, he breathed easier, and he relaxed. 

And he could do this. 

She wasn’t surprised when he grabbed her. She knew she was going to be paying for that comment somehow, and his version of payback included her up against the mirror, legs around his waist as he completely devoured her mouth. 

As far as she was concerned, Maksim Chmerkovskiy was the very best kisser in all the history in all the world. 

She wanted to kiss him like this from now until…forever. 

He pulled back from her mouth slowly, his eyes - the emotion there no doubt matching hers - and…

Smirked. 

“Having fun yet?" 

Time for a story - Drunken men

“Can’t you drive faster?” Felicity asked Laurel, leaning over to the driver’s side to glance at the speedometer.

“Felicity, I’m already driving faster than I am supposed to and just like I have said there probably isn’t even anything wrong. Dad likes to exaggerate when it comes to Oliver.”

Felicity could only hope that Laurel was wrong because after the short phone call Quentin had given Donna Felicity wasn’t as sure about Oliver’s wellbeing as her friend seemed to be. According to Donna Quentin had said that Oliver was kind of out himself and if Oliver was out of himself he usually hit things until his knuckles were bleeding and the blind rage in his heart was stilled as much as possible for that moment.

And everything because of… Yeah, well, because of what exactly?

Earlier this evening Felicity and Oliver had hosted a dinner for their friends as a housewarming party. They had finally managed to fully settle in that beautiful house Oliver had built for their family. To celebrate that they had invited John and Lyla with little Sara, Roy and Thea, Laurel and of course Donna who had actually traveled from Las Vegas to join them and had brought her boyfriend Quentin Lance with her.

It still felt kind of weird that they were in a serious relationship to Felicity. She liked Quentin and he was good to her mother, but with her living so far away it wasn’t really easy to get used to seeing them together.

Anyway, the dinner had been nice. They had had fun and having all her friends and her family around her had been great for Felicity. The only thing really disturbing the good mood had been the still tense relationship between Oliver and Quentin. It was almost impossible to be in a room with both of them together because as much as both men loved Donna and Felicity, they still couldn’t really stand each other.

Quentin hadn’t quite forgiven Oliver for what he had done to his family before he had returned to Starling City after the island and Oliver wasn’t really delighted about Quentin’s relationship to his new mother and fourth most important woman in his life, Donna.

All of it had been carried to the extremes when Felicity had told the story about how Oliver had been so strange and she had actually believed that he was cheating on her – something she had known deep in her heart he would never do to her – until he had shown her what he had been working on all the time and she had felt so guilty for having even the slightest doubt in his faithfulness. While everyone had laughed and had made funny comments Quentin had leaned back with a grumpy expression in his face and had said dryly: “Well, taking in consideration your husband’s past actions I don’t think there is anything you should be feeling guilty of. Once an unfaithful manwhore, always an unfaithful manwhore, right?”

Felicity still swore she had seen Oliver shooting arrows at Quentin in his mind. His fist had tightened around his fork and if she hadn’t put her hand on his wrist he would have probably thrown the fork at the man across the table, ripping his carotid artery.

Nobody had dared to say a word until Donna had gotten up and decided that her boyfriend and her son-in-law obviously needed some kind of bonding time so all women had left to have some drinks at Laurel’s place while they had left Roy and Diggle with the two wranglers.

She should have known that it wasn’t a good idea to leave the two of them alone. They normally behaved themselves when Felicity or Donna were around, but Donna had told Felicity that Quentin was having a bad week with a lot of work behind his desk and everything and he was just leaving it out on Oliver. Still Felicity had had a bad feeling about this.

As soon as the car stopped in front of her house, Felicity jumped out, shouting back at Laurel to please take Emmy with her. She opened the front door as fast as she could and almost run into her living room.

It took some moments before she was about to really get what was happening right in front of her eyes.

Oliver was sitting on the couch, a photo of her in his arms. He held it pressed to his chest, only interrupting every once in a while to kiss the cold glass above her smiling face. Roy was half sitting, half lying on the other side of the couch with his mouth wide opened. John was sitting at their dining table, head propped up on one hand while he was yawning and his eyes were falling shut, no matter how much he tried to let them stay opened.

The only one who didn’t look like he had been dragged to hell and back or something like that was Quentin Lance who stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest and watched the three other men with a slight grin.

“What happened?” Felicity asked in a whisper while she approached him.

“Well, your guy thought it might be a good idea to take a drink to ease the tension. And one drink was followed by another and a third and so on. Roy passed out after the eighth I think. He was trying so hard to keep up to his great role model” he said. Felicity ignored the ironic tone in his voice. “And John kept up a little more, but ever since I took away the alcohol because your guy was – like I said to your mother already – a little out of himself, he is on the edge to fall asleep.”

“He was out of himself?” Felicity asked, cocking her head to watch Oliver more closely. He looked so much in peace with himself that she couldn’t really picture him beating up stuff or even worse people.

“Well, isn’t that what we should call that?” Quentin asked, gesturing towards Oliver who was now kissing the photo again. “Big, grumpy guy kissing photos of his wife?”

“Trust me that is kind of how he is when he really is himself” Felicity laughed a little too loud because Oliver’s head snapped towards her.

“F’lic’ty!” he exclaimed, putting the photo away carefully. He jumped over the backrest of the couch with a little less grace then he normally used to and approached her. The expressing in his eyes was kind of blurry, but beneath it she could still see the loving look he always looked at her with. “My smart, lovely and oh so beautiful wife.”

Before Felicity could say anything Oliver had slid his arms around her waist and was pulling her flush against him. His lips immediately found hers. Although he tasted like a lot of alcohol the kiss was still near to perfect. Best thing about drunk Oliver was that he didn’t lose his ability to kiss like the greatest kisser in the whole world. While other guys used way too much tongue then and kisses became very wet and gross Oliver still kissed her lovingly.

“What’s going on here?” she heard Laurel say and broke the kiss to look at her friend who was standing in the doorway, little Emmeline sitting on her hip and resting her head on her aunt’s shoulder.

“They are drunk” Quentin explained.

“Did you have to let that happen?” Laurel asked her father with a roll of her eyes.

Quentin just gave a shrug with his shoulders. “At least he apologized for everything and-“

“Wow, what’s happening here?” Thea asked, entering the room, Donna and Lyla with Sara walking next to her following.

Since everyone expect for Laurel had drunk alcohol on the girls night, Laurel had been the only one allowed to drive. Thea, Donna and Lyla had waited for a taxi which had obviously arrived by now.

“Short version: they are all drunk and Dad let it happen” Laurel explained, throwing her father an angry look.

“Quentin” Donna sighed, “you were supposed to…”

Felicity didn’t hear the rest of what her mother said. She was too distracted by how Oliver’s growing erection pressing into her hip when he presser her even closer to him while his face sank deeper and deeper into her décolleté.

“Oliver, not here and not now” she whispered, earning a grumble she didn’t understand.

“Okay, how about you get your guys home” Laurel suggested towards Donna, Thea and John. “And I take this little cupcake here home since her Daddy is- Oh my God, Oliver, what the hell are you doing?!”

Felicity’s face and probably the whole rest of her body turned deeply red when everyone looked at them and especially at her husband’s hands that were trying to open the button of her jeans although she were trying to push his fingers away again and again.

“I want to make love to my beautiful, beautiful wife and create a dozen beautiful, beautiful babies with her tonight.”

“Okay, it’s time to go” Thea said hastily, hurrying towards the couch to where Roy was still half asleep.

While Thea and Lyla did their best to get their men out of the dizzy state and somehow get them to leave with them, Donna talked to Quentin in what in case of Felicity talking that way was called her loud voice even if Donna was only whispering. It was funny, Felicity thought, how much Quentin shrank in his height the more Donna talked to him. It reminded her a lot of Oliver and her. Laurel was meanwhile going upstairs to pack a small bag of things Emmy was going to need for the night.

Felicity couldn’t say how long it took her friends to get their boyfriends or husband to move. Roy had his eyes still closed and barely stood on his own feet, instead leaning almost fully on his girlfriend when they left. There were no goodbye hugs or anything since Oliver was holding Felicity so tightly to his body that she wasn’t able to move at all.

“Come on, my big teddy bear, I’ll put you to bed” Felicity sighed, rubbing his back comfortingly like you did for a crying baby.

“How about I’ll take you to bed?” Oliver answered with a slight lull in his voice.

Before Felicity could do as much as blink, Oliver had already lifted her and thrown her over his shoulder with his arm holding her behind the back of her knees. Hastily Felicity put her arms around his torso, holding on to him for dear life because thanks to the alcohol Oliver wasn’t exactly walking securely. He more of stumbled towards the stairs.

“Oliver, let me down!” Felicity screeched when Oliver tumbled two steps to the right, hitting the wall with his shoulder and turning that fast – “L’c’ty, since when is there a wall?” – that barely an inch was missing until her head would have bumped against the banister.

“No, no, no, no, no” Oliver said and according to the movement through all her body, she suggested that he was shaking his head wildly. “I carry my wife to bed.”

He started his way up the stairs, no matter how often Felicity begged him to let her down. Half the way upstairs he actually slapped her ass, lulling something that sounded like: “I’ll go upstairs, banging my wife now.”

“Really? Minutes ago you talked about making love to me” Felicity murmured, releasing a sigh of relief when Oliver finally approached upstairs and the dangerous part of their way to the bed was behind them.

Oliver headed towards their bedroom immediately and let her down on the mattress so her body bobbed up and down on the bed before his body covered hers, his shirt already off of him. He put his whole bodyweight on her and ducked his head to the side of her neck, kissing, biting and licking her skin in a way that almost made her forget that he was drunk and she was supposed to be a good wife and responsible adult and not let anything happen here.

Usually she was the one desperately wanting sex when drunk. Oliver was more the come-here-and-let-me-cuddle-you-forever-guy when he was drunk. At least that was how he was usually. Today he seemed to be more like her because while Felicity was trying to figure out what to say to make him stop which was more than difficult since she didn’t really want him to stop, Oliver was lying on top of her, still kissing the side of her neck while fumbling to get off her blouse.

How the hell did he always get her to stop when she was lying on top of him almost completely naked and trying to get him to sleep with her?

“Oliver, we shouldn’t do this” she finally managed to say, her voice sounding not as strong as she had wished, but how was she supposed to sound strong-minded when your sexy husband was biting on your earlobe and his naked chest was pressed to yours?

Oliver didn’t stop kissing her, just murmured something against the juncture of her neck and shoulder and let his lips travel down to her collarbone.

“Oliver, honey, you are drunk, very drunk actually so we shouldn’t do this. It wouldn’t be reasonable if I did this because I am nearly sober and-”

Hastily Oliver lifted his head from her skin and pulled her arms from his body, putting them next to her head on the pillow.

“You will just lie here and enjoy this while I will do all the work so you can’t be blamed for anything.”

Felicity laughed at his comment. Oliver could be very ingenious when it came to sex and that indeed sounded like something he would even say if he was sober.

“Come on, Oliver, if I let this happen it will totally be my fault.”

“No, it won’t.”

“Yes, it will.”

Oliver groaned against her collarbone. Slowly he opened the first buttons of her blouse, his lips immediately exploring the newly exposed skin.

She needed to think about something better to say.

Telling him that he wouldn’t enjoy this as much tonight as he would tomorrow wasn’t going to do it because Felicity knew he was just going to say that all he wanted was for her to enjoy it and since she was sober she would.

Using Emmeline as an excuse wasn’t going to work either because Emmy was with Laurel.

Felicity bit down on her tongue when Oliver started rubbing his erection against her. She didn’t want to lose focus and she would if she was going to give into his caressing for a second.

“Oliver, really, we can’t do this” Felicity repeated after a while, finally thinking about something good to say. “I am very tired and I want to sleep so how about we will make this be the first thing to do in the morning?”

Last time she had been drunk he has suggested something like that, but she had refused, knowing that she had been going to have a hangover which she indeed had had. But Oliver never had a hangover. He was drunk, slept a few hours and woke up all happy and fresh.

Oliver lifted his face from her skin once more. He propped his head up on his hand and looked at her with puckered lips.

“You’re tired?” he asked.

Felicity nodded. Yup, that was totally going to make him stop because Oliver was exactly the kind of guy that was very attentive of her feelings and moods. And even if she needed to tell him how she was when he was drunk and he didn’t just read it in her face, he still acted on her feelings.

Best husband ever!

“No sex tonight?” he asked.

“No sex tonight” Felicity nodded, caressing his cheek with her hand. “But tomorrow, I promise.”

“Hm…” Oliver hummed, sliding one finger down the side of her neck and along the valley between her breasts before he sighed and nodded. “Can we cuddle?”

Laughing Felicity nodded and opened her arms for him to lie down on top of her, embrace in her arms which Oliver did immediately. He put his head to her chest, right above her heart and slid his arms around her tiny body, bringing them as close together as possible.

“Okay, not that tightly please” Felicity hissed when Oliver tightened his hold around her even more, making it hard to breathe. At her words he loosened his hold on her slightly, still holding her with more strength than usually, but making it bearable. Actually it felt really good. Felicity liked being held tightly by him, his weight resting on her body comfortingly.

While he snuggled his nose up to her chest, breathing in the scent of her skin, Felicity rubbed his back, feeling the muscles and scars beneath her fingertips. She could feel his weight pressing down on her more and more as he slowly feel to sleep. Smiling she massaged the back of his head.

She was almost asleep as well when she felt his lips move against her chest, his breath ghosting over her half naked chest. She had actually forgotten that she was still wearing her clothes, but she couldn’t care less.

“Hm?” she asked, knowing that his murmur had been her name.

“First thing in the morning. I won’t forget.”

And he didn’t forget which was why Felicity awoke to Oliver’s soft lips on her neck and his rough hands all over her body. So of course she kept her promise and made sex be the first thing in the mornning. 


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