Seokjin is secretly lacing fingers under the table, he is sweet dreams filled with unbroken wishes, he is starry nights that hold too many adventures to be told. He is small kisses under the pouring rain that are just a little too perfect. He’s nights laced with pillow talk that turn into pillow fights and it couldn’t be better than that.
Yoongi is caffeine dreams and unspoken poems, he is winter nights and windy trees, but that’s your favorite. He is lost romance and affection tracing against skin, he’s crystal snowflakes falling on eyelashes, waiting to be kissed away. He’s piano keys that aren’t just black and white, vibrant colors flowing through his veins as another masterpiece is made. He is love left unsaid and whispers that only he could hear.
Hoseok is deep rosy hues that sunsets wish to achieve, he’s rays of sunshine that end up shining brighter than anything in this world. He’s pure happiness that somehow ends up with lighting bolts tearing through the sky. He’s sun kissed flowers sitting next to cracked open windows during summer mornings, smiles and giggles filling up the room. He’s 10 am silent walks that end up turning into 2 pm naps because 10 am is just too early. Hoseok is pretty lights that do more than illuminate tiny rooms.
Namjoon is falling autumn leaves and cozy winter nights, who says you can’t have both? He’s tiny memories that can fill out a whole stadium, every moment pieced with a special gift. He’s flaws and shaky smiles, lip bites and nervous rambling, the perfect combination. He’s sweet kisses and muffled words laced with sheer beauty and eloquence. He’s words that somehow turn into silk, written so smoothly against the canvas that it’s impossible to get paper cuts. He’s paintings that are mixed with every color, but it still isn’t vibrant enough. He’s private thoughts that you wish you had the privilege of knowing, each one unlocking a new secret. Namjoon is comfort, he’s warmer than hot chocolate on a winter day, he’s sweet smiles and unbroken promises.
Jimin is bubbles and blue, he’s 3 am smiles and pretty thoughts. He’s spring days and drunken nights, he’s home and nostalgia, and you figured you need a bit of both. He’s a “look at the pretty stars” and “I swear I can see the milky way,” even though his smile caused enough brightness to not see anything. Jimin is soft touches and lavender candles, he’s fallen cherry blossoms that you can’t help but admire and fawn over. He’s sleepless conversations and bedroom eyes, he’s flecks of gold and paper hearts, and you don’t know which one is more beautiful.
Taehyung is hot summer hazes and rose tattoos, he is fulfilled goals and full cups of water. He is summer loves that never seem to be temporary, he’s hidden smiles and subtle signs that were only made for the two of you. He’s cold mornings wrapped in warm sheets and hot nights filled with cold kisses. He’s forehead kisses and sweet r&b riffs, he’s vintage photographs that really is worth a thousand words. Taehyung is cloud nine and love songs, he is boxy smiles and a heart of gold.
Jungkook is shy smiles and hidden gestures. He is cold coffee on a sticky summer night and light kisses that seem to feel more hotter than the weather. He is shaky hands and awkward laughs, bright eyes and curiosity laced all into one. He is playing video games until sunrise and sleeping until sunset, which is his favorite trait. He is loving too much and caring too little, he is 4 am adventures to the convenience store. He is blurry daydreaming and falling asleep in class. Jungkook is scrunched noses and head tilts, he’s beauty and too many pretty piercings.
Well, here it is. Because of the nature of the questions, IT IS NSFW, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, do not read, I have PLENTY of other work that aren’t NSFW at all that you can check ;-) (right here, my masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com). Anyway, I’m not great at writing headcanons so thought I practice a bit…hope you’ll still like it :
What turns them on?
✶When you touch him inappropriately in public. Especially at charities, galas and other balls. It drives him crazy the way you do it so sneakily so that no one but him notice. It’s a sure way to convince him to go home earlier. ✶Seeing you putting someone in their place with your wits and sarcasms after they’ve been rude to you…Oh he lives for this, and will have trouble to concentrate on anything else but wanting you. ✶Your smile. Your laugh. The way you light up his dark World. ✶That man has a thing with lifting your skirt slowly, and putting your panties aside. He couldn’t even tell you why, he just loves it. And obviously, it instantly turns him on when you let him. ✶Knowing that the emotions he feels for you can outlast the orgasm you both had. Oh yes. Knowing he’s loved, and can let go with you.
What turns them off?
There is very few things that turns him off when he’s with you, if not nothing (like literally, even when you’re being annoying, or when he’s being an ass, or if you just woke up and are disheveled and not really attractive…he’d still want you), as everything you do is just…Wow. He can’t get enough of you. Everything you do turns him on really. But He had experiences with other women before… : ✶Women who couldn’t handle a simple conversation. No connection at all with them, just sex. In and out, and then they’d be gone. He hated that. Which makes him love you more when you just spent time in each others arms talking about anything and everything. You’re the only one that makes him want to talk about what he feels and such…It’s a big relief. You’re his big relief. ✶He use to hate SO MUCH when he took a woman out that had a “fake hollywood accent”, or any fake accent. A lot of fake French one. They thought it made them more interesting, but the only thing it did, was making them super annoying to hear so…Yeah, massive turn off. He cringed more than once because of a high pitched voice, or an annoying one with a stupid fake accent. ✶Narcissism turned him off instantly. Oh the many women Alfred had to escort out because Bruce misjudge them…It happened to him a lot when he was younger, long before meeting you. He thought he’d find a kindred spirit, but turned out, it would just be a woman who wanted him for his money and fame, and who thought she was irresistible. Spoiler : those kind of women were rarely irresistible, to him at least. He could resist them very well. He could resist most women very well…But you. Oh you, it’s impossible. ✶Lack of passion. He just cannot even think about dating someone who isn’t passionate about anything. ✶Fake tits. That doesn’t even remotely look (or feel) natural. Fuck them. And oh the women he went out as a younger man had a lot of fake things physically (fake ass, tits, teeth, nose…), every thing was fake in them really, to their personality and smiles. He hated that with a passion, and often wished he could drop the “womanizer” and “playboy” persona, that wasn’t like his real him at all…Everything changed when you came in. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, nothing fake about you (for real though, if you wanna tell him to fuck off because he’s being an asshole, they you’ll do so, and he loves that!).
✶Nearly violent sex. Bitey, grabby, pinny, not-holding-back sex. Paired with sweet words of encouragement and gentle forehead/Cheek kisses. ✶Surprise sex. You waking him up because his cock is in your mouth. Him whipping you around while you walk around the Manor, and boom. ✶Sex after an injury. He loves the way you’re careful with him, or how he needs to take care of you because you’re hurt. ✶He likes giving more than receiving. WITH YOU. Because he feels like he has to thank you to put up with his shit and antics…And you do it so well, oh he just has to please you. Doesn’t mean he’s against a good old blowjob though. Oh, and damn, the good old 69 am I right ? ✶He can be vanilla and/or rough, and you love it. He would never really hurt you (even if you ask him too, just light biting really), and most of the time you make love, rarely just fucking (unless you haven’t seen each other for a long time and you just need it)…He’s all for the sweet and cuddly aftercare. Cheesy man.
What turns them on?
✶You. Your mere presence. A slight touch of your fingers on his arms. And he’s gone. It’s not always great, like, you’d be in public and you’d just touch his thigh softly, as you do, and he’d give you “that look”… ✶Snuggles. Cuddles. Oh yes. ✶Neck kisses. It drives him beyond wild. ✶He will get harder inside you by the mere sound of your moans…And hearing you orgasm, clenching around him, is a sure way to send him over the edge too.
What turns them off?
✶Being with someone boring. Glad he found you. ✶If he’s with a “selfish lover”. He doesn’t mind giving at all, but for him, making love is a way to show mutual respect, to show how much you mean for each other…so if he’s with someone who only think about themselves ? No. ✶When his partner is too forward about wanting sex. “Want to fuck ?” Oh. Nope, he likes when it’s subtle. When you give him sultry looks and such. He likes the building up. ✶Bad breath. As simple as that.
✶Once, he was arguing with you and in the heat of the moment, you slapped his face. Of course you excused yourself profusely, until you realized he went from being annoyed to argue to being very aroused…You both learned something about him that day. So, light BDSM. Who would’ve thought ? ✶He lives for silly giggly sex. Pleasure, your moans and bad puns, how could it get better than this ? ✶Women’s mid sections. He loves slight belly and curvy hips. As simple as that. ✶He’s a sucker for romantic evening, that turns hot and steamy. ✶Rubbing your legs, ass and back during the act. Oh yeah.
What turns them on?
✶Seeing you punching people. It sounds awful, but the way you don’t let anyone walk on your feet and don’t hesitate to punch people even twice your size…He loves it. ✶If you wear a dress, your legs will instantly turn him on. He loves your legs. Especially when wrapped around his waist. ✶You love to dance, and hum songs you like…Big turn on every time, as he can’t get enough of your voice, and you’re damn sexy when you dance. ✶When you’re trying to contain yourself, but simply cannot. Muscles spasm and contort as you climax.
What turns them off?
✶Judgmental people. The kind who decides what you are before knowing you. ✶The daddy kink. Oh God, NO. ✶It’s something kinda silly, he knows, but he hates long unclipped toe nails. Ew. You laughed the first time he told you. Well, yeah, it’s super gross. ✶Lacks of enthusiasm and initiative. He can’t be with a woman who lets him do everything, chose everything for her. And who never initiates anything. Basically, the opposite of you.
✶Clothed sex, because it feels like you two are so hungry for each other, that you just can’t bother getting all the clothes off. ✶Sex games. First one to come loses. ✶Public and semi-public sex. Hey, he likes danger. When you two are almost caught…Oh the thrill. ✶He’s very creative when it comes to sexual position. As long as your comfortable of course…He’s sure glad you’re flexible by the way.
What turns them on?
✶Intelligent woman. Intelligence in general. ✶The way you look at him, with so much love, that makes him feel like he’s really wanted and needed…Sometimes, he just needs validation, as he doesn’t always gets it with his family. Fortunately, you’re here for that. ✶Nibbling on his ears and neck, while whispering sweet nothing. ✶Eye contact. He just loves it.
What turns them off?
✶Loud people. Oh God can’t they shut up ? He hasn’t slept for the past 36 hours and they’re making his head explode. Instant turn off if there’s too many noises. Though he loves your screams…It’s different ok ? ✶If you starfish. Making love is a thing he wants to do with you, not to a very passive you. Fortunately, you’re never able to “starfish”…you’d do it as a joke sometimes, because you know he doesn’t like it, and then you wouldn’t be able to resist moving in sync with him. ✶Nothing to talk about but yourself. Someone obsessed with themselves. Oh he hates it. He’s so glad he didn’t find someone who didn’t had any subject else than themselves. He’s so glad he found you. Because with the name “Wayne” comes a plethora of women only interested in money and fame, who loves no one else but themselves. ✶He hates feigned incompetence. Like a girl who acts like she doesn’t know anything about sex, while she’s clearly experienced. He always feels manipulated when this happens…
✶He loves to “discover boundaries”. Like what you like, dislike, what you two are willing to do, the extent you can go etc etc..Knowing just until where both of your boundaries go. ✶You two nerds invented a secret “sex langage” to be able to talk about it in public. Of course you would. ✶Nerdy dirty talk. Oh the puns about technologies, and pop culture you two are able to get out while making love : it’s endless. And he loves it. It makes him feel like he found just the perfect person for him. And you really are. ✶Lazy morning sex. Bath sex. Those private moment with you, where you can just both enjoy each other. Domestic moment sex if that makes sense.
Damian Wayne (older than his current age of course)
What turns them on?
✶Training together, seeing you fight and such. The way your body moves…Gets him every time. ✶The way you look at him and tell him “I love you”. He’ll never get tired of it. Seeing the love in your eyes for him, knowing you mean it, that there’s at least one person in the world that really love and appreciate his bratty ass. ✶When you caress his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Soothing and arousing at the same time. ✶The way you bite your lips or stick out your tongue when you’re focused.
What turns them off?
✶He tries to be nice about it but…Body odors. If you smell because you two jumped on each other before you could take a shower…Instant turn off. Even his own smell could turn him off. Basically, if it smells bad, he won’t be able to concentrate on sex at all. He’s a living paradox however as he loves the smell of your sweat. ✶Hurting you. ✶Rude and vulgar people. ✶Lack of empathy.
✶Sensory deprivation. Like blindfolded, so you have to rely on trust and such. Or handcuffed, so you can’t touch and…again trust comes in. Sometimes, he would put headphones on your ears, so you wouldn’t know what his next move is by the sound…Basically, knowing you trust him and letting him do all that. ✶He likes trying new things.But will never do anything you’re uncomfortable doing of course. Consent is key. ✶Always the tease though. ✶Sometimes, he’ll argue with you ON PURPOSE just for the amazing make-up sex afterward…Each time you’ll give him a look meaning : “really Damian ?”, and he’ll just smirk back at you. He knows how to push all your buttons, and oh, he just really like the way you are during make-up sex. ✶You come first. He loves you, he wants you to be comfortable, but he also like trying new things and he’s so damn glad he found someones like you who’s willing to be adventurous.
I’ve seen the headcanons and fics where Keith laughs and smiles and Lance just melts but what if Keith sees Lance laugh, like actually laugh and he just stops.
Like the boy has to clutch his chest, walk away to the most deserted part of the castle and just lay his head against the wall and think because how. the. fuck. does Lance to just be that flawlessly beautiful without even trying and who asked him to light up Keith’s whole world like that, who is he to just make his heart do things hearts aren’t supposed to do like stop and why-
“Shiro what are you doing put me down.“
“Buddy it’s been six hours you need to eat dinner with us, we almost thought you were dead or something.“
patrick stump is real but you can only see him at 3 am behind a studio under a quarter moon, when the light hits the window just right and you see him smile. he looks at his phone, and for a moment, you become hopeful again. you wonder if maybe he’ll tweet, but he just opens candy crush again. he plays in silence for a few minutes until he suddenly stops, gets up, and vanishes.
you dial pete wentz. “he’s alive,” you tell him, igniting a grin in the emo’s face. “he’s alive.”
“An Aries and I fought a lot. We disagreed on so many things, and eventually we stopped talking. She said things behind my back, as I to her. It took me a while to realize she was right about everything. I built up the courage to push back my pride and apologize to her. She told me she was out of line. We made up. She taught me the importance of forgiveness.
A Taurus and I became too close too quickly. I trusted too soon, and this came back to bite me. He was almost mine. That was, until, he asked my best friend for photos. I never forgave him. We haven’t talked since. I sometimes miss his company, but he taught me the importance of moving on.
A Gemini and I hooked up at his house. It took a while to get to this point. He was full of walls, unable to be knocked down. We talked a lot, however, about so many things. But there was a moment, after we made out, and I held him in my arms, tracing his skin. It was silent. For a split second, I saw a glimpse of his vulnerability, and this taught me the reward of being patient.
A Cancer and I became soulmates the first time we spoke. Our first conversation was a two hour phone call, and I don’t think we stopped talking throughout the entire thing. He meant every word he said. However, the universe decided fate was against us, as he likes guys, as do I. Although our relationship will never be more than friends, he taught me the importance of friendships and making connections.
A Leo and I stayed up late one night, talking about everything and anything. He confided in me, and I gave him help. When he told me a personal story, I had to pause. It had occurred to me that this was the first time he had ever told anybody this. It was at this moment I understood the true meaning of trust, blessed that he held this in me.
A Virgo and I have never spoken. We speak through eye contact, with longer than usual stares when the other walks past. I can tell he’s a good guy. There’s something about his eyes. Deep blue, they draw you in. A smile which could light up the world. Even without uttering a word, with him I understand how important first impressions are.
A Libra and I used to flirt wildly. We were meant to be, and everyone knew it. I stuffed things up, manipulated by a toxic friend. I betrayed his trust and he has never forgiven me. I lost him, and everything I had with him. He taught me to be independent, to think and do my very own thing.
A Scorpio and I have our bursts of tightness. We never have disliked each other, we’ve just drifted for no reason at all. Right now, we are close. I can trust her with anything, despite not speaking to her for a few months. Neither of us get upset if we don’t talk, as we understand that we both have separate lives from each other. She taught me how important it is to respect other people’s space and understand that I am not their priority.
A Sagittarius and I used to be best friends four years ago. We were inseparable. Life happened. We drifted so far that her existence was non existent, however we recently reconnected on social media. I don’t know her to talk to her anymore. She is a different person now. I am a different person now. She has taught me to accept change, understanding that although people change, our past memories will always remain the same.
A Capricorn and I had a talk about feelings to each other one night. He told me of the struggles he was having with a girl he liked, and how it was clear she didn’t like him at all with the attitude she had towards him. I soon got updated that she did, indeed like him, because he got the guts to talk to her, after being embarrassed in front of all of his friends. He taught me how important it is to talk to people, about anything, no matter how awkward and uncomfortable the conversation is.
An Aquarius and I lost patience with each other very quickly. Although originally a friendship which was not made to last, it ended very bluntly. We were only friends for a short period, but soon enough he became irritable to be around, and I’m sure I was the same to him. He taught me that it’s ok to leave relationships that are not positive, and that it is good to put myself first.
A Pisces and I started talking recently. We haven’t stopped since. He is funny, nice and kind beyond belief. He is selfless without being too giving, and is open about talking about anything. He found me at my worst time, and his presence has stopped me from making so many dumb decisions. He has such a positive mindset and has taught me so much in the short period I have known him, but most of all, he taught me to be grateful.
Inspired by @elicedraws’ excellent day/night AU. 530 words. ♥
Cas met Dean in the spring.
The arriving season lightened his workload, for which he supposed he ought to be grateful, but after a long winter, Cas was restless, not so keen on a period of rest. He was also curious, peering down at the world, at the extensive new life that bloomed before his eyes, all shocks of color he wasn’t accustomed to yet enthralled him just the same.
When he met Dean, Cas was tucked behind a cloud, too busy observing a field of flowers to notice anything else. The petals radiated from the core like flames, a buttery yellow that reminded him of-
“They’re sunflowers,” a voice said behind him, followed by a wave of splendid warmth that enveloped Cas in a sweet embrace. He startled nonetheless as he spun around, having been trained for solitude, only to find himself stunned by a sight so gorgeous that he felt a little breathless staring back.
“They’re beautiful,” he managed to say, pink coating his cheeks like a diffusive sunset. “I… I’m Castiel,” he added shyly. Then Dean said, “I know. I’ve wanted to meet you.”
In the summer, his time was short, but Cas took advantage of the hours he had to light up the sky with his wealth of stars. Nothing compared to Dean’s sun-kissed freckles, a dazzling constellation all on their own. Cas had cradled every star born and burst in the skies, but none as brilliant as those on Dean’s skin. It was all so new and perhaps a bit foolish; their fates in the universe being what they were. But the moment he was called to hide the moon and let the world’s shadow obscure the sun, Cas knew that the longing deep in his heart meant far more than infatuation.
It still surprised him in the middle of autumn when he awoke to find Dean close enough to touch, looking at him with such naked fondness that Cas could only blush and ask, “How are you here?” The last thing he expected was for Dean to hold him, to cup his face and say, “I had to see you.” And then it was pointless to ask more questions because Dean leaned in and Cas’ eyes fluttered shut.
Their kiss was slow and gentle and perfect, and Cas felt the loneliness he’d felt for so long fade away at last as Dean pulled him close. He knew they were both on borrowed time; he’d give anything to kiss Dean forever. But Dean was there, with Cas in his arms, and in the end, that’s what mattered most.
“I’m always here,” Dean told him later when their goodbye was inevitable. “Cas, I need you to remember that every sunrise, every sunset. They’re for you.”
Winter seemed endless, dark and dreadful, his only comfort the fleeting instants where they crossed paths, sharing the sky. The time in between were filled with yearning, and his stars listened closely as he told them, “I miss him.”
Now, Cas sits on a cloud bank, his heart feeling light and happy and hopeful as he watches the world waking up for spring. It doesn’t take long but he’s just so impatient. He’s waited and waited and finally-
The sunflowers turn. “Hey, Cas,” Dean says.
And Castiel smiles, filled with love. “Hello, Dean.”
Summary : Dan gets stood up and Phil (a stranger) decides to act as his date so that Dan doesn’t feel bad. Also because he thinks Dan is kinda cute.
words : 2457
Dan squirmed in his seat, shifting uncomfortably and fidgeting with his hair as his stomach tied into knots and realization crept onto him. His face burned with humiliation as the occupants of the nearby table stared at him with a pitiful expression, looking away as soon as Dan turned his gaze towards them. His vision became blurry as tears threatened to fall from his wet lashes. He blinked hard, trying to dispel them and maintain a straight face as he came to terms with the fact that he had been stood up.
He pulled his jumper sleeves past his fingers - something he did when he was nervous - and wiped his eyes discreetly. He gazed out of the huge French windows he was sitting beside, trying to take deep breaths and tell himself that he’s fine, that everything was fine.Just as Dan was starting to calm down, the waiter showed up for a second time, asking Dan if he would be joined by company soon.
Dan just sighed, trying to convince him that his date would be arriving soon. He was embarrassed as it was, and the waiter’s smug expression didn’t help his confidence.
“Yes don’t worry, my boyfriend will be showing up soon and then we’ll order.”, he huffed out for a third time, gritting his teeth in exasperation.
The waiter gave him a disgusted look upon hearing the word “boyfriend” but covered it up with an uninviting smile before Dan could react. He gave Dan a withering look and went back to a corner from where he fixed his unwavering gaze on him.
Dan felt awful. He couldn’t believe Brendon, his boyfriend of two months had stood him up. He knew how anxious and awkward Dan got in social situations, and yet he did this to him, not bothering to call him and cancel the date.
Dan didn’t know what to do, his appetite lost. He decided to just order something and ask the waiter to pack it for him and leave the restaurant as soon as possible. With a defeated expression he gestured for the waiter to come over, trying hard to ignore the presumptuous smile on his face. He didn’t meet his gaze as he opened his mouth to speak, and just as he was about to admit to the waiter that company would not be arriving after all, a tall man burst through the doors Dan was seated across from, striding over to his table - his black hair in a windblown quiff- and sliding into the seat beside him as he removed his dark sunglasses and smiled warmly.
“Aw babe, I’m sorry I’m so late”, he said nonchalantly as he shrugged off his jacket,“traffic was nightmare”. He leaned across the table, engulfing Dan in a warm hug as the waiter’s hawk-like eyes watched them from a corner. Dan didn’t mind being hugged by the man - if only he knew what the fuck was happening. As the man pulled back, he leaned into Dan’s cheek and poked it with his nose - and Dan made a surprised choking sound when he realized that he was trying to show the waiter that he was kissing Dan’s cheeks.
Dan was too stunned to react, and by the time he wrapped his head around the fact that a gorgeous man with dreamy blue eyes and black hair was seated next to him where his date was supposed to be sitting, the waiter had already left with a disgusted and defeated expression.
The man turned back from where he was staring at the retreating waiter and gave Dan a warm smile that made him forget that he was literally a stranger he knew nothing about. He ducked in close to Dan’s ears, out of earshot of the nosy waiter and whispered, “My name’s Phil by the way. Just go with it and don’t freak out yeah?”, he said softly, his blue-green eyes glinting as sunlight washed his face in an angelic glow. A warm glow spread across Dan’s chest and for some inexplicable reason he decided he trusted this stranger - Phil- and he didn’t mind pretending that this wildly attractive man was his actual date.
“Oh and whoever didn’t show up is a dick. If I was in their place I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”, he added, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he softly whispered.
“T- thanks”, Dan finally spoke up, his face and neck covered in a light blush. “My name’s Dan actually, Dan Howell, and thank you so much for helping me out. I couldn’t have handled that snobbish waiter alone”, he added with a giggle, slowly getting comfortable around Phil.
Phil just smiled in reply, extending his arm and placing his left hand on top of Dan’s that were resting on the table. Dan’s eyes widened slightly, his blush turning darker by the minute. It seemed as though Dan had been blushing a lot since Phil walked in - and with good reason too - it’s not everyday a handsome stranger with the prettiest eyes offers to fill in for your douche bag of a date.
They sat there talking for a few minutes during which Dan discovered Phil was a writer who wrote for various magazines. There was something about him, Dan realized, that made him want to get to know him better. Whether it was the way Phil’s lips curled upwards in a sharp smile at the smallest things, or the way he talked passionately about how much he loved painting, his hands jerking up in animated gestures when his words weren’t enough. Finally Dan decided he liked how easygoing and carefree Phil was, with his confident aura and his dumb dad jokes.
Soon enough Phil gestured to the waiter to bring them menus, and keeping in mind that Dan had bad anxiety, even offered to make Dan’s order for him.
The rest of the afternoon went by quite smoothly as the two talked about anime and books and their mutual dislike for sports.
At one point Phil had said, much to Dan’s surprise at his openness, that “sex is probably the only exercise I ever get, otherwise I’d be dead by now!” Dan had just choked on his drink and coughed until Phil decided to stop laughing and help him out.
Dan had claimed the only reason he wasn’t dead was green tea and “..not.. s-sex like you”, he had laughed.
“You do know I’m joking right? I mean I’m not one of those guys who sleeps around all the time”
“I mean there’s nothing wrong with sleeping around.. monogamy is just a social construct y'know?” “You don’t have to follow social constructs”, he had added as an after thought.
Phil had just stared at him for a few seconds until his face broke into a sharp smile as he said,“Finally someone who thinks the same way. You, Dan, are my kind of guy”
Phil had come to realize that the boy he had decided to help out was more than just a nervous, shy guy with blush-y cheeks and soft smiles. He actually enjoyed talking to Dan, they had the same opinions about everything, except Mario Kart where they both claimed they could “beat the other’s ass”
“Wha- Dan! You just said a potty word!”, Phil had mocked him, mimicking a small child. Dan just shoved him off with a soft giggle before quickly giving him the finger, making sure that no one noticed.
Phil gasped loudly, trying to maintain a disappointed look as he tutted in mock-disgust. “Well, well Mister Daniel, look at you, not the nice innocent boy after all, are you?”
“Hey I’m so innocent I could be a priest in a church!”
“Hmm you’d be Sister Daniel, I quite like the sound of that”, Phil chuckled.
“You really think I’m gonna fall for that cheesy line”, Dan giggled, his eyes shining with humour.
“Yeah?”, Phil answered, his voice a bit deeper than it had been a minute ago.
“Well try harder”, Dan giggled, winking at Phil for dramatic effect. Phil took in a sharp breath, deciding two could play at this game.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with Phil trying to make Dan laugh with really cringe-y pick-up lines.
“Hey Dan, are you Gillette?” - Dan gave him a confused expression - “cause you’re the best a man can get”, Phil finished with a giggle.
“Oh for fucks sake”, Dan snorted, “that was horrible!”
“Hey Dan hey this one’s really good listen!”, Phil said excitedly, his expression resembling the one of an excited puppy, and Dan just couldn’t say no.
“Are you my pinkie toe? Because I want to bang you against every piece of furniture in the house”, Phil finished with a giggle, blushing madly as he waited for Dan’s reaction, slightly worried that he may have crossed a line.
Turns out he hadn’t, because Dan started howling with laughter, making the man at a nearby table throw them some more dirty looks. As his laughter subsided, his face a mad shade of red, Dan whined, “Phiwww we’re in public you can’t say that”, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Are you saying if we weren’t in public you’d be okay with me saying that?”, Phil teased.
Dan’s eyes widened and he mumbled out a soft “maybe?” before giving Phil a playful shove and a “Shut up! dickhead”
“sister Daniel just said another potty word!”, Phil gasped
“If you say that again I will not hesitate to punch you”
“Look at us, fighting like a real couple”, Phil said winking cheekily.
“Did I not just tell you to shut up”
“Did I not just tell you to make me?”
“I would if the waiter wasn’t watching us right now”, Dan hissed before he could stop himself.
“W-what?”, Dan squeaked in panic, looking like a dear caught in headlights.
“Don’t think I will forget you said that, Howell”, Phil winked, taking a bite of his pasta even as Dan kicked his shin to wipe that smug expression off his face.
Just as they finished having dessert, the waiter returned with their bill, and both the boys instinctively reached for their wallet.
“Oh no babe, I’m paying don’t worry”, Phil said with a smile that made Dan wander whether it was necessary for Phil to call him cute nicknames or if he was doing it for fun.
“umm.. we could jut split it..‘darling’?..”, the last part of his sentence came out more like a question and Phil had to bite back a laugh because of how flustered Dan looked.
“No, Dan, I was the one who asked you out on this date so I’m paying. Quit arguing love.”, Phil said with a gentle smile.
The waiter gave them a weird look, as if not entirely understanding the situation.
“Yeah okay butt cheeks.. i mean sweet cheeks - I mean wha-” Dan’s eyes widened as he was about to mumble out an apology and maybe go hide at home for 5 years because he couldn’t even speak like a normal person.
Dan couldn’t finish that train wreck of a sentence, however, because suddenly Phil was leaning in, their faces now inches apart as they shared warm breaths. Dan’s breathing was labored, his eyes half lidded and cheeks dusted with pink, their lips almost brushing but not quite.
“Dan shh shh it’s okay calm down bear, you’re alright, yeah?”, Phil mumbled softly, not pulling back. When Dan slowly began to calm down he softly asked, “Can I kiss you?”, his blue eyes searching Dan’s brown ones.
Dan had barely nodded his assent when suddenly Phil’s lips were on his, warm and soft, moving lazily and determinedly even as Dan hesitantly kissed back. Phil tasted of mint and cherries from the dessert he had ordered,and Dan was sure some people were looking at them with disgusted expressions, but for the first time in his life he didn’t care what the people thought.
They left the restaurant giggling like shool boys because Phil had used another pick up line.
“Dan this ones actually good, I promise”, he giggled. “Did you s it in a pile of sugar? because you have a sweet ass”
“I- PHIL-what”, Dan sputtered laughing hysterically. “These would get you more restraining orders than dates honestly.”
“You’re just jealous of my flirting skills”
“You don’t have any flirting skills”
“Is that why you’ve been blushing so much? Because my flirting skills are shit?”, Phil asked, a cocky smile playing on his lips.
“I hate you”
“No you don’t. You think I’m adorable”
“Fine whatever makes you shut up”, Dan rolled his eyes jokingly.
Phil dropped Dan at his house on his motorbike, ignoring all of Dan’s comments about how he could just go back himself. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t secretly enjoy it every time Dan wrapped his arms around his torso because he was going too fast. Phil thought it was really adorable how scared Dan was and Dan thought Phil looked really hot riding a bike so neither of them had anything to complain about really.
“So I guess I’ll see you around then?”, Phil asked uncertainly as he scratched the back of his head, looking at his shoes.
Dan decided he had to act now if he wanted to see Phil again, and for once swallowing his fear and anxiousness he said, “gi- give me your phone?”
“What?”, Phil’s eyes lit up expectantly, he had not expected Dan to want to talk to him again.
“Phil I’m very nervous rightnowpleasejustgimmeyourphonesoIcansavemynumberandthenwecanmeetagain”
“what? Yeah okay here you go”, Phil quickly took out his phone, handing it to Dan who looked just as flustered as Phil felt.
Dan quickly saved his number on Phil’s phone, handing it back to him before turning around towards the building he lived in.
just as Phil was restarting his bike Dan quickly went back up to him, kissing his cheek softly as Phil let out a flustered gasp. “Thank you for making my day Phil, you’re the best”
“Am I now?”
“Shut up! I’ll call you”, Dan said, a smile playing on his lips as he walked into the building. Maybe being stood up wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
~ 15 minutes later~
To Dan : Is your offer on shutting me up still valid? ;)
To Phil : yeah :3 I will shut you up when we meet this weekend.
To Dan : we’re meeting this weekend?
To Phil : we are now. But only because I wanna shut you up. :)
To Dan : sure babe if that’s what you wanna believe
okay so this is pretty shit.
but if somehow you liked it please like/share/reblog :)
also, English isn’t my first language so sorry if there are any errors
The walk was peaceful as they left the party behind, the easy atmosphere that had fallen between them interrupted only by the sounds of the city at night. Slowly, tentatively, Alec allowed his hand to graze the back of Magnus’ as they walked. Magnus glanced down at the touch, before firmly sliding his fingers between Alec’s and squeezing. God, they’d both missed this. There was something so simple yet satisfying in the familiarity of holding hands with the person that you love; a tether to provide comfort after a long day spent fighting.
Alec smiled down at their joined hands and then back up to meet Magnus’ warm gaze. Alec was so distracted looking at him, in fact, that he almost didn’t see the pole of the street light looming in front of him until it was too late. Magnus tugged him sideways at the last moment, and Alec found himself stood face to face with his grinning boyfriend.
“Excellent reflexes, shadowhunter.” Magnus teased.
Alec couldn’t help smiling back, the nickname holding none of its earlier animosity, “In my defence, you distracted me.”
Requested:No/Yes Song(s):Move You by Kelly Clarkson Warning(s):None Summary:Where is love for her is so miraculous that he often has problem articulating his feelings for the one he fell so deeply in love with.
A/N: I recommend you read this while listening to the song.
Laying here with her, he felt his body become lighter as she snuggled closer into his embrace. The smile on his lips was shinning so bright, it could most likely light up one of the biggest cities in the world. He couldn’t come to terms as to how someone like himself had been blessed with the beauty laying in his arms. The feeling he got when he was around her was out of this world. He often got lightheaded about just how in love he was with this girl, and constantly wondered if he had moved her as much as she had moved him.
He remembered the first time he meet her, everything seemed brighter and he suddenly had a greater purpose. It was difficult for him to focus on the most simplest of things. He would often find himself daydreaming about their futures together, what it’ll feel like to press his lips against her, holding her tightly every night, but most importantly being the one she came home to every night. All those dizzying thoughts were signs he had fallen completely and utterly in love with the beauty he had met. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling at first, he had simply justified his actions as a small crush, but little did he know that this girl had shaken his world so violently that it would never be the same again.
That was the world that came to mind when he thought of her. Everything she did was unique she stood out in a crowd. Even the simple tasks she managed to do it in a way that had him memorized and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wasn’t able to look at anyone else without comparing them to her, no girl was every prettier, smarter, or nicer than she was.
He felt alive, everything about her enhanced every single sense in his body. He was happier, nicer, and calmer. All his friends had noticed the sudden change in him, and it was astonishing. He had tried many times trying to explain to everyone around him just how much she meant to him and he always came up with the same words that left everyone a bit puzzled but they understood.
“She moved me..”
She moved him in a way no else was able to do so. None of his past lovers, had been able to extract a feeling so deep and so raw that it felt like a million violins playing. He came up with a million companions as to what it felt like when he had finally fallen so deeply in love with her. It was almost like the feeling of when a choir shouts ‘Amen’. It was a endless fire durning when her skin was on his. Her kisses always kept the fire deep within him alive. He loved her so much it hurt him to know that at any moment she could possibly realize he wasn’t what he wanted.
She was the hands that simply held him, when words couldn’t make things right. She had been his rock, whenever troubles would hit him so hard. Her arms where always waiting for him, welcoming him after a rough day at work. Her lips would collide with his temple pressing soft kisses as she held onto him harder almost as if she could make everything else disappear and have it be just them.
Looking down at the girl in his arms, he smiled a she softly yawned and opened her eyes to greet him with a warm smile. She cuddled closer into him, loving the safe feeling he gave her whenever he was around. Pressing a kiss onto her forehead, he felt all the things he had felt when she had moved him in a way he wasn’t able to explain. She reminded him of the symphony made up of thunder in the middle of July. She had crashed into his life sending him into a spiral, but she was there to save him time and time again.
“You know you moved me in a way thats so hard to explain..” He breathed as she smiled and looked up at him with sleep in her eyes and the warmest look on her face. “It almost feels like being back in the house I grew up..” He smiled as her heart swelled up in her chest.
“I love you..” She breathed out as he smiled knowing that that moment that she had been moved just as much as he had been.
Like the first time that he had met her, they both fell too hard to fast, and thats the way he moved her.
• The way Fenris’s hair is so fluffy over his pointed ears and how it sways when he teases about practicing his flattery
• The look he gives Hawke when he says that he’d never wanted anyone before Hawke and that things might be different with him
• The deadpan manner in which he jokes with Varric
• That heartbreakingly sad and vulnerable smile on his face when Hawke says, “I’m here, Fenris,” when Fenris thinks he’s all alone
• His adorable friendships with Sebastian, Donnic, and Aveline
• The way his ears glow (the way all of him glows, really, but look at his glowing ears in cutscenes! So cute!)
• The way he caresses Hawke’s face
• That look of hope on his face when he first sees Varania and recalls a fragment of a happy memory of her
• Those very full and very kissable lips of his
• Those bold, expressive eyebrows
• The way his bangs hide his eyes when he’s feeling vulnerable and self-conscious
• His dry sarcasm and wit
• The way his eyes light up and he smiles when Hawke suggests giving him a few more problems
• The way he finds happiness, love, and a home when he thought he never would
Reggie and you were the silly couple, despite him being a jock and wanting to be serious you just brought out the silly side of him. He couldn’t quite help but come up behind you and make you jump by attacking your sides with tickles, especially after he found out just how ticklish you were one night by accident.
He wasn’t just silly but was a sweetheart. Honestly, with you he would melt away his touch jock exterior and treat you as his damn princess. Forehead was his way of showing he was there and how much he cared when people were around. He was certainly a fan of PDA but these gentle kisses meant more than all of that.
each other smile
Reggie did everything he could to see you smile but all he needed to do was turn up and you were the happiest girl there could be. The simplest things could make Reggie smile, your smile would light up his world and your laugh made him grin like he Cheshire cat especially when he was the reason behind it.
hugs and cuddles
Reggie was a big toughie but his cuddles were the comfiest and safest you had ever known. He was, deep down, a little insecure and you were his anchor to reality. He loved nothing more than when going to sleep, holding you in his arms tightly and burying his face in your neck keeping you as close as possible.
lost in their eyes
Reggie’s eyes were like home to you. Whenever you felt panicked, all you had to do was look into them an you were instantly calmed. He was so, so sweet and every night, before falling asleep beside you he would gaze into your eyes, calming himself down and once again anchoring himself down.
You were a little stubborn with Reggie you had to admit, he was a little too used to getting what he wanted so you liked to tease him a little, saying no on purpose just for him to pull out the puppy dog eyes and completely melt your heart meaning in the end, once again getting his own way very easily.
Reggie liked to show off that you were his and that meant waltzing into school every morning holding your hand and smiling proudly. He was so proud that you were his that he had absolutely no shame in showing you off to everyone he could, especially after football matches when he was walking off the field after a win, showing who his true cheerleader was
Reggie was absolutely gorgeous and there was no sight you thoroughly enjoyed more than of him in the shower with water rippling over his abs and his smirk as he checks you out too. You would be lying if you said that your shower times didn’t end up in other activities but sometimes, on occasion you two would just chill, being together fully and just embracing one another.
Okay so, Reggie is just another sex god. Lets face it, Reggie would know everything about how to pleasure you entirely. Just saying, Reggie would be able to work wonders with his tongue. He could easily leave you begging and panting, gripping the sheets. The worst is when he would turn you on in school, normally pulling you into the empty boys locker room and having his way with you just enough to leave him flustered.
Buying you gifts
Reggie love to treat you like the princess you are. That means
jewellery, chocolates, teddies the cliché things and the most cliché thing
of all, but be far the cutest, would be when he walked into school with
his signature smirk straight into the canteen and surprised you with a
bouquet of roses for no reason except that he loved you.
Reggie had a habit of embarrassing you on occasion. Not over anything too serious but the worst is when someone may make a comment about your sex life and he will happily feed the conversation praising you and your ‘abilities’ but making you blush furiously. Another time is when he would be on the football field and will remove his shirt winking at you and pulling you into him, often kissing you in the process and showing you off.
Whether in the shower, or just cuddling or after sex, you loved tracing your fingers over his abs. Marvelling over how bloody wonderful your boyfriend was and how godlike he was to you. He found it funny how it chilled you out and it would normally end in him taking your hand carefully and placing light kisses to it. You found it hilarious when every so often you would tickle him, making him laugh and try and gently smack your hand away.
in which Tom is really, really in love with y/n and seeing her in a wedding only makes his feelings stronger (this was originally supposed to be a list but because of my absence, i decided to make this extra fully and a full imagine. enjoy!)
Song Series! > Please give me some feedback on this, been debating posting it for like two days. Let me know if you liked it.
He met Y/n when they were young kids. He knew from the instant that he met her that she was gonna be the most special person in his life. The way her smile could make his day go from shit to kind of okay. She gets to him in ways no one else can.
She been my queen, Since we were sixteen, We want the same things, We dream the same dreams
“You ready?” She asks walking out of their shared bedroom.
She’s in a black rock tee shirt, dark blue flare jeans, hair teased and curled, make up done.
He locks eyes with her for a second and smiles, her returning the favor.
“Yeah, you look amazing babe.” He places a small kiss on her forehead.
“Thanks, you look great too.” She says, unbuttoning that top button on his shirt. He tenses at her touch. Goosebumps rising on his skin as if he’s cold, but it’s 80 degrees out.
They were headed out to a Nick Jonas concert, meeting a few of his buddies there. He got tickets from the label, and they get to go back stage to see him after the show.
Nick and Shawn are friends, have been since they met through the label. It’s a unspoken agreement to support the others on the label. They’ve worked together for a brief time, when they happened to be in the same place at the same time.
She’s never gotten to meet Nick, she met Demi a few months back at an award show, but she didn’t get to meet Nick. She’s screaming on the inside, she’s a huge Nick fan. Has been since she was a kid and watched his shows on The Disney Channel.
She’s trembling with excitement when they are walking to their seats, meeting up with Shawn’s friends and their girlfriends.
“Y/n looks like she is about to pass out.” Mike jokes as the lights start to dim.
“Shut up, I’m the biggest Nick fan.” She says over the bass that starts blaring though the old speakers. The floor starts to shake and the screaming gets louder. The lights are flashing making their senses act up.
Shawn watches her, watches as she sings along to the songs, dances to the beat, laughs with his friends. She fits into his world, and does everything she can to have his world fit into hers. She’s the most perfect person for him, and he couldn’t be more happy that he has her.
He knows that he has her support no matter what. She was his before he got famous and she’s still his now that he is. He knows that he has a safe place with him always, as she would always be by his side.
But he can’t help but feel a twinge of jealously as he watches her smile at the stage. She’s swaying along to the song. He needs her to look at him to remind him that she’s his. Like she reads his mind, turns and looks at him from over her shoulder.
“Gonna hold me Mendes?” She says, winking.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, he steps forward and wraps his arms around her from behind. He nuzzles his nose into her hair and inhales deeply. She smells like home, he can’t quite describe her scent other than that it reminds him of the candles his mom used to light when he lived at home.
She’s leaning back and resting her hands on top of his, his resting on her stomach. She’s still singing along, but now she’s smiling because the words remind her of Shawn.
Everybody wanna steal my girl, Everybody wanna take her heart away, Couple billion in the whole wide world, Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me
Their backstage now, in a room with a group of people. Mostly people from the record company, and a few other up and coming artists.
He can’t help but notice how most of the men, dateless or not, watch his girlfriend. How she holds herself, how she smiles, how she laughs, how she wins playing beer pong with a few others.
He’s watching her from across the room as one of the guys from the beer pong game starts to inch his way closer to her. She’s backing up just as much as he’s coming closer, and when he bends down to whisper in her ear she shakes her head no and says clearly,
“I have a boyfriend.”
Shawn smiles and knows that he doesn’t have to step in because she can hold her own, but for the hell of it he leaves the conversation he was having to go tell this guy to fuck off.
“Hey.” He says tucking his left arm around Y/n’s waist, extending his right hand out to shake the other guys hand. “I’m Shawn.” He says grinning evilly.
“Zac.” The other guys says, cowering. He shakes Shawn’s hand and tries to hold back his wince when Shawn squeezes to hard. Crushing the bones in Zac’s hand.
“Zac, this is Shawn, my boyfriend.” Y/n says with a small smile on her face.
“Yeah I got that.” He grumbles rubbing his hand.
“Maybe you should go find another girl to hit on, this one’s taken.” Shawn says passive aggressively, that way if anyone was watching them it would be seen as a normal conversation.
Zac nods his head and rushes away from them, shaking out his hand.
“A bit much don’t you think?” She giggles up at her boyfriend.
“Think I broke his hand.” Shawn says watching Zac try to open and close his hand repeatedly.
All she does is laugh and hide herself into Shawn’s side. He laughs too and kisses the top of her head. She smiles and then leans up to connect their lips.
Kisses like cream, Her walk is so mean, And every jaw drop, When she’s in those jeans
They pull away and she looks over at the ping pong table.
“Geoff and Mike wanted me to tell you to join us for a game of beer pong.” She says noticing how Mike and Geoff were waiting.
“Okay.” Shawn says smiling. “How about I get you a drink, and meet you there. And try not to get hit on by some random guy on your way over.” He teases.
“Not my fault.”
“True, you can’t help how beautiful you are.”
“Cheesy.” She laughs pushing his shoulder towards the bar.
She walks away, hips swaying. He can’t help but just stare at her, well him and every guy she walks by. The others just gawk at her ass, while Shawn smirks knowing that that ass they were looking at was his. Chuckling at the fact that he bought her those jeans because he knew they would make her ass look great.
He goes up to the bartender and orders drinks for his group, returning to them cheering as he hands the drinks over.
They play a few games of beer pong and Shawn just watches as she beats his ass. She’s on the other team and with the rate that their playing, he’ll be drunk before the game is even over.
But the lights dim. and her smile glows. The sun is setting behind her and her eyes have this sparkle that twinkle when she looks over at him telling him to
He laughs and does as told. Winking at her blushing face over the rim of the Solo cup.
I don’t exist, If I don’t have her, The sun doesn’t shine, The world doesn’t turn
Her hair framing her face, the way her face lights up when she smiles. He swears he could write a thousand songs about her. About her eyes, about her smile, about her lips. Those sweet lips that are colliding with his.
The soft moan that escapes her mouth as he pulls her a little closer.
“Ready to go home?” She whispers.
“You didn’t even really meet Nick.” Shawn says looking around.
“Why do I need a Nick Jonas when I have a Shawn Mendes to take me home?” She quirks an eyebrow. Shawn smirks and kisses her again. Harder this time.
It’s him moaning softly when she pulls away. He let’s his hand slide down to the globe of her ass, squeezing lightly.
“Gonna take me home Mendes, or do I need to find Zac.” She teases starting to move from his hold.
“Come here.” He says pulling her back, making her collide into his chest.
She’s laughing, trying to contain her giggles, but the alcohol in her system is making her feel light and happy.
Shawn takes her hand, leading her out of the room, towards the car they ordered. He would love to take her out for a midnight drive, but they’ve been drinking and she just wants to go home.
Everybody wanna steal my girl, Everybody wanna take her heart away, Couple billion in the whole wide world, Find another one 'cause she belongs to me
Her make up is gone. Her hair is in a messy bun, her glasses are sliding down her nose, and her lips are sealed to her coffee mug. She’s wearing his ‘Take Me Home’ shirt with her PINK booty shorts. Her bare feet are cold as they stand on the freezing hardwood. The tattoo on her ankle on full display.
She’s humming a Nick song, one that had been stuck in her head from the concert they saw earlier. Her hips are swaying a bit as Shawn watches her from the living room.
She shows no trace of sitting in the VIP section at a Nick Jonas concert. No trace of meeting Nick Jonas. No trace of partying with some of the biggest names in the music industry.
She’s just Y/n.
She’s just Shawn’s Y/n.
He loves that he gets this part of her. No one get’s to see when she’s tipsy and trying to sober up a bit so she won’t have a hangover in the morning. No one gets to see her purple glasses, or her face free from any trace of make up.
She’s just his girl. Relaxed and free.
He can’t help to think that over the billion people in the world, he wouldn’t rather have anyone else sleep next to him every night, have anyone else to wake up next to. He just wants her.
Omg but can you talk about the first nap though. The one that caught them off guard but they woke up soft and warm?
imagine it was in bed. and it started by lying on top of the duvet just talking, on their backs, their fingers loosely curled together. they laid down because it was an exhausting day, magnus’s house calls running late into the afternoon and alec getting stuck with double patrol shifts and they were both just in that sleepy state where they just slipped into talking about nothing and somehow everything.
the light was all tangerine heading somewhere towards red, the sunset threatening to take all of the warmth of the afternoon and sink it into that in between time that wasn’t quite the warmth of evening yet. but for a moment there, it was shards of that orange light spilling through the windows, catching on their hair as they moved and spoke, shoulder to shoulder there on the bed.
then after a while, the conversation died down, like a faucet that dripped to a slow stop. all of their words seemed to run out but the silence was literally golden, as alec rolled onto his side and pressed his face into magnus’s shoulder. magnus felt like he noticed that feeling really slow, the warmth of his breathing against his skin through one of his button up shirts. he felt himself smile but the haziness of everything was just a little too much.
and they fell asleep like that, neither of them all that aware of it, just drifting off and letting the sunset tuck them in, still dressed for the day.
so when they woke and darkness had fallen over the city, night time blanketing the world in it’s dark embrace, it was strange. all the lights were on, candles flickering and magnus shifted, breathing into alec’s hair as he felt consciousness trying to pull him out of the warm fog of sleep.
they woke holding each other, which wasn’t how they fell asleep, they woke even more tangled like they had pressed close, especially alec, who’s face was pressed against magnus’s chest like he was drinking up how it felt underneath his head. and as they woke, slow blinks and staring at each other, they were both so unsure of when they fell asleep or what was happening.
the only thing they were certain of was that pulling away from each other was the last thing they were going to do. instead, sleepy mouths be damned, magnus tipped alec’s chin up, those big hazel eyes blinking at him all unfocused and they kissed, alec’s fingertips pressed against his chest, their breathing still the heavy kind that you found in sleep, soft and warm and comfortable.
You promised you’d fight, and fight you did. With all your energy…but it wasn’t enough. It took you away from them anyway.
As Jason would say : “Cancer’s a bitch”.
This sickness was wickedly cruel. It gave so much false hope to your children and husband…A few days before you died, you were getting better, doctors were hopeful, you started to really have a chance. You felt better than you ever did in that last year, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d get to see your babies grow up into the wonderful adults you were sure they’d became, and you were going to be able to grow old with your Bruce. However, the disease had another idea, and after this almost miraculous recovery…you got worst than ever and were dead before the end of the week.
Cancer’s a bitch.
In the span of a short little year, it had taken you to the grave, and left behind six broken men. Or rather, two men and four boys who would have to learn how to be men without you.
Inquisition romances reacting to hearing Cole talk about talk about how the inquisitor feels about them?
Cassandra: “Strong and brave but romantic on the inside, hiding it like crystal in rock. So beautiful it hurts, and sometimes she looks at me like she does and I feel like nothing can touch me.”
By the time Cole is done with his speech Cassandra is bright red, and everyone in the party gets a stern warning to forget they heard anything. But later, when they get a moment alone, she leans against him and marvels that somehow she was the one with the happily ever after.
Solas: “Wise and clever and funny when no one is looking. Soft whispers, gentle hands, exploring the Fade. His hands move when he talks, lights up from the inside when he is excited to share something.”
It’s hard to make the Dread Wolf blush, but there is no denying the red that tries to climb up his neck. A sloppy kiss on the cheek from his Vhenan makes it worse, but even after he mockingly pushes her away the glow settles into his heart.
Sera: “Laughter and pranks, hard beams of the roof beneath us, funny words in funny places and when she smiles it lights up the whole tavern. She–”
The threat of arrows in unhappy places mean that the thought never gets completed, but Sera is sure to reward her honeytongue later for being so sweet.
Blackwall: Quiet and brave and sad, sometimes, but when he smiles he looks like a different person. Laughing and joking, sawdust in my hair and straw in his, a world away from the world. Happy, happy just with him.”
If the Inquisitor seems embarassed Blackwall will tell Cole to shush, but if not he makes no comment and simply presses the words into his heart– even as he knows he doesn’t deserve them.
Dorian: “Handsome and clever, and so brave even though he doesn’t know it. Sometimes his mustache tickles when we kiss, and he talks to himself when he’s asleep. Kissing against the library shelves when no one is looking, hands in his hair because it makes him fuss.”
Dorian is still learning exactly how comfortable southerners are with his…whatever it is with the inquisitor, but when Cole’s soliloquy nets only gentle teasing he takes heart, and without a doubt will never forget the words that spell out how his Amatus truly feels. If he’s feeling very bold he’ll steal forward later and reward those words with a fast kiss.
Iron Bull: “Sometimes after we–”
After months of close quarters the Iron Bull has gotten pretty good at telling when Cole is going to start spouting off things that are best kept between two people. And besides, he has a dragon tooth around his neck and a the slow intermingling of their belongings in his room to remind just how he and his Kadan feel about each other.
The notched bed post is also a pretty good indicator.
Josephine: “So clever and witty, never flustered by the nobles but her eyes cross if I kiss the tip of her nose. She works too hard and takes on too much, but it makes me feel safe. Dancing and laughing, smiles and kisses and so much happiness, hope Leliana sees the happy. Her hair curls in the morning and when she wakes up she smiles at me like I made the sun rise.”
By the time Cole is done the Inquisition’s chief diplomat is bright red, but tears of happiness swim in her eyes as she lets her lover hip her into the kind of kiss only princesses in fairy tales seem to get.
Cullen: “So strong, so brave, taking on too much. His scar tickles my lips when we kiss, and he always closes his eyes when we do. Blushes and flirting, and when he holds my hand it feels right. He works too hard and worries too much, but when we were together the desk was more than a desk. Whole in the roof and stars in the sky, but he is the one who guides me when I’m lost.”
If the Inquisitor was not away on a mission it is very likely that Cullen would have simply imploded from embarrassment. As it is he flushes beet red, but a part of his heart is brimming with happiness, and maybe it is finally time to plan that trip to the lake…
mj is still a little insecure of himself and he’s not as confident of his looks as he keeps saying he is and he’s still worried about how he’ll hit his notes when he stands up on stage to sing. i forget sometimes that he’s the oldest and he can feel just as pressured and stressed as anyone else because he’s always this loud, happy ball of sunshine that lights up rooms and smiles on everyone’s faces, and i just forget sometimes that he has his own worries too. it makes me so sad and frustrated that he cant see? how much he means to us??? how i gasp and clap my hands when he hits his high notes and the way his laugh rings out brightly, and how his dumb antics never fail to pull a laugh out of anyone, be it in the same room as he is or through a screen all across the world. he shines brighter than any sun out there in all the galaxies combined and that makes him 10x more attractive than he already is, and i wish he could see that im so sad