he was smelling my hair


baeksoo forehead kiss (>/////<)

what if Jack was a flirty drunk

seriously- what if. we know he used to party and didn’t mind hot blondes sitting on his lap, and now he doesn’t drink much and doesn’t really party. Yes yes trauma, overdose, substance abuse, etc, but imagine

jack knowing that one drink will make him smile more, two will make him zero on the nearest extrovert, three will get all the bad dad jokes and bad lines out of him and four and more? He gets tactile. Hand on arm, hugging, you can sit on my lap, tickling, smelling someone’s hair? 

(he did that to Shitty once, because Shitty uses wonderful smelling products on his flow, and Jack spent his first College Party snuggled with Shitty on the ugly couch smelling Shitty’s hair while Shitty, stoned out of his mind, explained the Bechdel test to Jack. The fact that Jack remembered the theory the next day cemented their friendship. But I disgress.)

So imagine an alternate world where Parse didn’t show up at epickegster (sorry boy, love you but you’re such a cockblocker), and Jack feels safe and ends up drinking, and Bitty slowly looses his mind because he was already attracted as fuck to Jack, but now he’s talking with his hands, retelling the atrocious jokes he heard from Bad Bob, and playing with the strings of Bittle’s hoodie? Bitty’s poor little southern gay heart is not equipped for this. 

Also, five drinks Jack? Dances to Beyoncé. 

I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor  (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)

**Not my gif**

Request:  Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd


You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.  The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.

It was the end of your potions class.  You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, professor?”

“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work.  If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”

“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.

“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him.  I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.

“Lovely.  Who is this boy?”

“Newt Scamander.”

Your mind starting racing.  Oh Merlin.  The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why?  The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?

“Miss L/N?”

You snapped out of your daze.  “What?  Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”

“Thank you.  He tends to daydream during class.  Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett?  Kickett?  Something like that.  Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.  

You nodded.  “I won’t let you down, professor.  But there is one more thing I need.”

“And what is that?”

“Could you write me a late pass?”

**Time skip to next day**

Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library.  You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.

You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N!  You thought to yourself.

You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince.  You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting.  He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.

You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.

“O-oh, hello.  I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.

You smiled.  “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh…  pet?”

Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about.  “Oh!  That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle.  He has some attachment issues.”  Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.  

“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.

The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”

Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible.  No one had ever complimented his creatures before.  “He likes you.”

“I would hope so,” you said.  “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”

Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red.  “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”

You chuckled.  “No need to be embarrassed.  It’s Y/N L/N.”

“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“What?  Did you say my name is pretty?”

Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink.  “What?  Oh–uh–no!  I mean it is–but–!”

You cut him off with a giggle.  “It’s fine!  Don’t beat yourself up.”

Newt looked utterly relieved.

“So, shall we begin?”


You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.

“Okay.  How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”

Newt knit his eyebrows.  “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered

sounding unsure.

“Well… you’re close.  That’s how long the effects last.  To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.

“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”

“Don’t apologize.  Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better.  “But I need to know this in order to help you learn.  Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”

Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson.  “I guess a bit of both…?”

Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.

“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.

He sighed.  “Fine!  I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”

You nodded.  “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate.  It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it.  But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.”  You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.  It was time for dinner.  “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall.  Same time tomorrow?”

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you, Y/N.  For tutoring an idiot like me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that to yourself.  By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”

You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.

Newt stayed seated, thinking.  When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms.  I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking?  This is just charity work.


The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions.  But today you wanted more hands-on with potions.  You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia.  Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after.  Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart.  You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.

The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.

**Time skip**

You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron.  Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt.  After all, he had to learn somehow.

After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.

“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted.  “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”

You chuckled at how cute he looked.  “No worries.  Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia.  You know what that is, right?”

He nodded.  “An extremely powerful love potion.”

You smiled.  “Correct.  Are you familiar with the ingredients?”

“Uh… I think I know two.  Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”

“You’re right.”  Newt grinned when he heard this.  “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust.  Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”  

Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.

You clapped your hands together.  “Wonderful!”  You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see.  “I’m not going to help you brew it.”  

Newt’s face dropped a bit.

“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us.  Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.

“Then go ahead get started.”

Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right.  The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise.  Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.

Newt set the ladle down.  “Did I do it right?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Perfectly!”  You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent.  “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”

Newt sniffed the potion.  “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,”  His eyes got large.

You looked at Newt with concern.  “Is something wrong?  What is it?”

Newt turned his gaze to the floor.  “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.

You blushed.  “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly.  Your mind was racing.  MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!

“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.

You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes.  “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”

Newt blushed immensely.  Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.  

What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.  

Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you.  It only lasted a second before he pulled away to

look at you in complete silence.  But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion.  Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.

When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.

“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.

“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”

Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.

You giggled.  “You too, Pickett.”

Newt looked at the clock.  “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going.  I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”

You raised your eyebrows and laughed.  “Wow, Newt.  And I thought you were innocent!  You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”

Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head.  “I’m not leaving without you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.

You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”

“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”

AHH I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I do!  Please let me know what you thought of it!


Arashi ni Shiyagare [2017.06.24]
└ Jun ★ Tsunagu

This Isn’t Goodbye - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Me (I legit have no shame for this)

Word Count: 6,893

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, It’s honestly just really sweet sex?, possible tears

Notes: So, talking to @minhosmeanhoe about doing something for the end of Teen Wolf and this is it. It’s hard to really express what this show means to me because it has changed my life. So much. So this is literally my rants, through Scott and myself, expressing what this show means to me, thanking it for everything it has done. The things I say are coming legit from me. This isn’t the end for us though. I will not stop writing for teen Wolf, for Stiles. It means too much to let it go away completely. So, just… enjoy my rant I guess. And me spilling my heart out about the show. And of Stiles. And me wishing Stiles was mine. 

PS This is unedited. And I don’t even care. So ignore all my typos because I know they exist.

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i’ll find another lover
maybe he won’t have
the same sense of humor
or that laugh i loved so much
maybe he won’t know to give me space
on my bad days
or to play with my hair when i’m asleep
maybe he won’t smell like fresh laundry
or have his hair fall on his face
maybe his eyes won’t sparkle like yours
or his smile be crooked.
but maybe that’s the whole point.
—  maybe he won’t hurt me like you did
Mr. Smartass [M]

What happens when you get partnered with know-it-all, Kim Namjoon, for a class project?

4k / smut / college!AU

“You will be partnered with…Namjoon Kim.”

Your professor’s words hung in the air, tension filling the large classroom.

Your fists clenched by your sides, trying your best to keep a neutral expression because you knew all eyes were on you, waiting for a reaction. Despite praying to be matched with your best friend, your professor’s “random” selection process had other plans. Just your luck, you had been partnered with the resident class know-it-all.

   Just perfect.

   Namjoon was an exchange student from South Korea that had come earlier in the semester, though you honestly wouldn’t have known he wasn’t born in the States because his accent was almost unnoticeable. There’s always been some palpable tension between the two of you, even dating back to the first day of class. Whenever you went to answer a question, he would refute it with some smartass comment. The two of you would go on for minutes, debating heatedly back and forth from across the classroom while everyone looked on like they were waiting for things to get violent (and it almost did, several times you had to stop yourself from throwing your textbook at his perfectly groomed head).

   You both were undoubtedly the best students in the class, though, if Namjoon’s grade was even a decimal point higher, you knew it was because he kissed the professor’s ass way more than necessary.

   Your professor continued reading the rest of the pairs from his list and you took a deep breath, thinking of ways to get out of this assignment.

   “I’m expecting great things from you all,” he said, looking between you and Namjoon with a smile before sending a wink in your direction. Your jaw dropped; this was definitely a setup, “Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to meet up with your partners before you leave and exchange emails and phone numbers!” he called over the sound of thank you’s and chairs scraping against the floor.
Putting your pride aside, you rose from your chair and walked to the other end of the room, rolling your eyes as you passed your best friend. She was gave you a pitiful smile as she spoke to her partner, a boy with a headful of greasy curls that covered half his face.

You finally made it over to him, and his eyes were trained on something he was reading on his phone.

“Namjoon,” you said cordially.

“Y/N,” he replied dryly, not even bothering to look up from the device.

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I Will Not Lose!

Words: 6290

Genre: Fluff (maybe a bit too much haha), Magic!Au

Summary: A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.  

Originally posted by bangts

Jeon Jungkook…

Sitting in the center of an intricate alchemy circle drawn with chalk - on the floor of Jungkook’s living room, you can only begin to question - how did this even happen?  

The mess had started with some sort of argument you had with him weeks ago. It was vague in your memory, only certain fragments were still intact.

“Y/N…She’s really beautiful isn’t she?” You overhear Jimin’s voice.

“Meh.” Jungkook answers with a shrug.

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Domestic Drabbles - 3: Curtains

Presenting part 3 of Domestic Drabbles :D 

This one was inspired by a lovely piece of art by the AMAZING @dancingwdinosaurs (: Please go look at their beautiful work! 

And shoutout to @baz-n-simon for being the most amazing beta and support!


The cruel irony about dating Simon Snow is that I’m a vampire dating the sun. And like the sun, Simon is up far too early for my liking. Or anyone else’s, for that matter.

“Simon,” comes a muffled voice from the other side of the far wall, along with a pounding. Bunce. “You’re being too loud. I’m trying to sleep!”

I pull the covers over my face and try to ignore the pounding.

“Sorry, Penny!” Simon says, too loudly, from somewhere in the room. But he seems to be digging through his wardrobe and continues slamming the drawers.

I groan. Unlike the sun, I can’t just close a curtain on Snow and hope to be able to fall back asleep. Once he’s up, so am I. So I roll over and peek my head out of the blanket, but he’s not in the room.

“Snow?” I pull the covers off and slowly sit on the edge of the bed.

A bottle clanks against the floor in the bathroom and rolls out into the bedroom. There’s more pounding from Bunce’s room, and I pinch the bridge of my nose. A moment later though, Snow walks out to pick up the bottle. Crowley.

“Oh, Baz,” he says, and he’s just standing there in his boxers, freshly showered, and holding the bottle against his chest. The sun is coming in through the bathroom window, creating a halo-like shadow on his hair, and his skin is glowing. He looks…

“Did I wake you up?”

Angelic. At Watford, in the few times Snow would walk out of the bathroom looking like this, I only could glance once or twice, then pretend not to notice. But now I can’t take my eyes off of him. And I don’t have to.

“It was just the sun, Snow,” I say, and he smiles at me. Crowley.

“I will get some better curtains,” he says and walks back into the bathroom.

I don’t need any curtains.

I stand up and walk towards the bathroom. Snow’s brushing his teeth, and I smile at him through the mirror. Sometimes Snow likes to pretend he can’t see me in the mirror, for the sake of his cheesy vampire jokes, but he smiles back at me this time, his mouth full of toothpaste.

I step up behind him and wrap my hand around his waist, putting my face into his hair. He smells like cinnamon and citrus. He puts his hand over mine, and I kiss his curls.

“Good morning, love,” I say.

He smiles at me with his toothbrush still in his mouth. “G’ah mornin’.”

(1)(2)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9) - (ao3)

Dating Harry Would Include -29

The ways he likes to bother you:

- When pretends to sleep, his body blocking yours to not let you go out from bed and leave him alone
- Pinching your buttcheek when you can’t stop him and give you a wink when you tell him to stop
- Catching your ankle when you try to leave the couch and not let you go as long as you don’t kiss him
- Kissing your cheeks from behind to distract you when you’re on phone
- Stealing food in the pan while you’re cooking even if you slap his hand each time
- Calling you embarrassing cute names to make you smile when you give him the silent treatment
- Kissing your whole face but not on your lips when you ask him to kiss you
- Mocking your way of dancing while cooking breakfast but join you and dance with you when you become grumpy
- Covering your eyes when you two watching TV
- Stealing your hair products even if he has his own ones using “ I like when my hair smells like you!” as excuse
- Calling you his grumpy sleepy baby when you refuse to wake up and groan
- Poking your cheek with his index finger when you’re grumpy and ignore him
- Giving your butt  a slap when you pass by his side and don’t answer him to tease him
- Taking your face in his hands and trying to bite your nose and cheek when you refuse him a kiss because you’re late
- Overreacting when he’s “sick” to make you stay at home and take care of him instead of going out
- Trying your beauty products by curiosity at first but end using them everyday
- Stealing food in your plate when you don’t pay attention
- Asking you to play with his hair when you’re seriously occupied just because he’s bored
- Mimicking your voice and pout when you call him using your baby voice
- Teasing you when he sees you taking selfies and come to disturb you
- Playing with your lips when you’re reading
- Complaint about how mean you are when you bite his finger to make him stop
- Calling you again and again until you look at him and giving you a smile  without saying a word when you ask him what he wants
- Whispering naughty things he knows turn you on while you two are in public to make you blush
- Asking you what’s the matter when he sees you all blushing faking not knowing what made you like this

Which way you would like Harry to bother you?

anonymous asked:

Hey, I know you wrote billion times that requests are closed and sorry for annoying you, but pleeeease could you write one where Harry is obsessed with smelling Y/N'? Like if there's any chance he starts to smell her hair/neck..(mb smut)!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻That would made my day really! Please please please! I love Harry and your writings💖

Hey, I know your requests are closed but your writing is my fave so thought I’d try my luck! Could you do something where Harry and y/n are on a night out and proper drunk and can’t keep their hands off each other. May be they end up doing something in public, not even caring who sees ;) x

These two requests work really well together, because from the one the other flowed quite nicely. I hope neither of you are disappointed in the combination, but it just… fit. x. 

Gentle reminder: requests are CLOSED! I finished the last of the requests that came in when they were open still, and now I’m just rolling through as motivation bites through the ones that have… mysteriously… kept rolling in. ;) 

044. Tell Me, Darling

It’s one of those damn caipirinhas in his hand again.

Or maybe it’s more than one – he does have a penchant for sucking them down like mother’s milk.

He has a dopey grin on his face and he holds out his hand for you from where he’s slouched against the sofa in some swank London flat and you lace your fingers in with his before he pulls you down, half onto his lap, and you clutch at his knee to steady yourself.

“’Lo,” he greets you with a cheerful, husky, slightly slower and lower voice than usual. He’s trying very hard not to let on how much he’s had, and by doing so he’s letting on the fact that he’s definitely had more than just one of the drinks in his hand.

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Ok guys!!!!! UPDATE!
I met up with Fake Cole™ on Thursday! I am at this festival, and he had cycled to the same city, but didn’t have a festival pass. So we met up after the last concert, meeting him and his friend at this local pub. HE WAS SO DRUNK DUDES!!!! But unbelievably cute. Couldn’t stop smelling my hair and asking how I could smell so good lol (never heard of perfume in your hair boy?) and telling me how hot my makeup was???? I was like dude do you mean my face, are you that drunk?
Then we had some cigarettes and I just went straight in, and we started fully making out in the pub WHICH IS SO EMBARRASSING BUT IT WAS ALSO SO NICE!!!!!
We went to meet up with my friends at another bar and he had so much camping gear (hello Cole) that he had to hide stuff all over the place to even get in. My friends thought he was really sweet, which was a huge relief.
The night ended with him going off to some park to camp, and me and my friends going to our rented apartment 😭. Didn’t wanna share a tent with him and his mate hehehe.
Anyways; it feels good to be back in touch with him and UNFORTUNATELY I couldn’t get a simple answer out of him of our questions. I can tell you this tho; he had a weird, stupid hat on and he was adorable.

Sparks Chapter 7

Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Bucky and y/n go out to dinner where they discuss their boring love lives. Bucky goes out on a mission and is missing for 2 days. When he returns he goes over to y/n’s apartment because he misses her. y/n falls asleep on Bucky’s lap after 2 days of worrying. They walk the Brooklyn bridge at midnight and have deep convo’s. Bucky’s feelings for y/n continue to grow.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Carry On Countdown day 2: Fifth Year

I hate him.

I hate him with a passion that runs through my veins as quick as silver and as thick as blood with as much bitterness as a biting January wind.

His mouth, his pretty, pink mouth, spews out venomous insults that I can’t shake, no matter how hard I try. He smiles at me, with his blinding white teeth and his lovely freckled cheeks and the dimple in the left side of his face that just screams ‘hero’.

Everything about him, from his shiny, coiled curls to his ragged fingernails, dirty and bitten and bloody, to his wrinkled trousers, to his neck and his torturous fucking Adam’s apple that bobs up and down when he swallows like it’s taunting me. I hate it all.

It just reminds me of how different we are. How he is everything I’ll never be. Everything I’ll never have.

Last night I dreamt of us together, intertwined and inseparable, rolling around in sheets that felt like they were made of downy feathers and clouds. My name on his lips was a symphony. He laid before me, still and breathy, no fight left in him. Magnificently undone.

When I woke up he was sitting up in his bed with his head between his knees and moonlight in his hair and it was freezing, fucking freezing because he never shuts the goddamn window.

He was sobbing.

With his shirt off I could count every rib all down his back, just a reminder of how undernourished and alone he is during the summers. Just another slap in the face to me- Basil, you have everything you could ever want in life and he has nothing. Would it kill you to treat him better?

Except I don’t have it all. He’s what I want (he’s what I despise). He’s everything I need (he’s everything I stand against). He’s sitting on his bed and he’s crying and he’s practically a child.

I could lord it over him with no mercy. I could stand on my bed and wave my wand and cry, “Does ickle little baby Snow need his mommy?”

Or I could-


Or I could-

Last night I walked across the cold, wooden floor in my stocking feet to Simon Snow’s bed and I curled myself around him while he cried. I whispered my sweet nothings into his hair, which smelled of sweat and smoke.

Last night I rocked the chosen one like a baby in my arms and he surrendered in defeat and all I could think about was how nasty the taste of winning was in my mouth.

This morning I slipped out of bed before the sun came up and his fingers dragged across my chest but he didn’t wake up.

This morning an unbidden thought crept its way into my head. I’m in love with Simon Snow.