Hello everybody, my name is Maxie and I am officially back!
I know I’ve been gone for such a long while. Here are the reasons why:
• My operation led to an infection called MRSA.
• I had exams.
• I got taken out of school and told to go back until I’m 17.
• I have had family problems
I know they may not seem like good reasons, but they are.
So, I will be here every now and then, posting updates, posting H&D gifs, theories and fanart (perhaps)!
a/n : guess who’s back? be prepared. btw poner is 16/17 in this :)) —requested.
I accept that Pony won’t take the bed, but feel bad about it because I know sleeping on the floor isn’t comfortable.
“Y/N?” I hear him whisper, the only sound to be heard in the dark bedroom. “Are you awake?”
My heart pounds at the sound of his voice. “Yeah, I am. Hey, thanks for letting me stay here tonight, Ponyboy, really.”
It’s like I can hear him shrugging. “It’s not like you knew your friend would get that drunk at the party,” he sort of laughs. “It’s not a problem. You’re, ah, welcome any time.”
“Why aren’t you asleep?” I wonder, adjusting the shirt he gave me to wear. Then, I pull the blankets past my shoulders because they’re so soft.
“No reason,” he tries. It’s so unconvincing and I know he’s hurting, laying on the floor with a few thin blankets. “I’m fine — I’ll get to sleep eventually.”
“Pony, come up here.”
I don’t look at him, and it makes it harder for him to reject my offer.
“C'mon, Pony. I’ll still sleep fine, I promise. How about I kick you out if I don’t?”
I’m praying he’ll accept my offer. The thought of being so close to Ponyboy is electrifying. Being in his bed, sharing the same space.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach and tingles shoot up my body starting at my feet.
He gets up ungracefully, making a lame attempt to fold the blankets on the ground.
Ponyboy tries to be careful sliding under the covers next to me.
“We could sleep in. You know Darry gets up real early for work. He won’t bother us none. And Soda’s got work, too.”
I nod, and wonder if things are supposed to feel so tense when you really like someone.
But it’s dark, quiet, and plain. All I can hear are my racing thoughts and I want to know if it’s the same for Pony.
I want to know if he keeps reliving our time dancing tonight in his mind.
“What is it? I promise you.”
Ponyboy runs a hand through his hair, bites his lip. His foot touches mine under the comforter and we both twitch, he moves his.
“Two-Bit and them’re gonna tell you somethin’ but it ain’t true, okay? W-Well, an exaggerated version of the truth.”
My eyebrows knit. “What is it, Pony? Tell me. You’ve got to tell me — you know I hate when people start like that and don’t continue.”
He lets out a deep, uneasy chuckle and warns me to be quiet. “Two-Bit has it in his head that I’m in love with you, and that I wanna marry you.
So, I figured I’d tell you before he had, um, a chance so you wouldn’t get, ah, scared off or nothing. Or get the wrong idea.”
“Is it all lies?” I blurt before I can stop myself. But I want to know, so I continue. “Like, is what he said based off any truth?”
Pony shifts a little. We’re still facing each other in the big bed. It’s not a huge bed, but it’s bigger than mine. A few inches between our noses. “I kind of really like you.”
“Kind of?” I question, daring to inch closer to him.
He swallows and rolls his eyes at himself. “A lot,” he says with a smile.
I press my lips to his quickly. They connect for a second, and he pulls away.
“I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” I admit.
He isn’t repulsed, quite the opposite. Ponyboy hovers over me while still remaining next to me, kissing me with a ton of passion.
When I’d dream of us kissing, I’d always picture me taking the lead. Never Pony. But here he is, kissing me like he does this every day. Does he? No way.
I pull Pony’s bottom lip between mine and he flinches, making a noise. He really loves me doing that.
My best friend may have gotten totally drunk tonight, but I can’t say she’s useless. She’s the one who taught me that. Not, like, to me, but — you know what I mean.
Ponyboy draws my attention back to him when he does this amazing thing with his tongue. I don’t mean to be graphic, but the way he makes me feel is just indescribable.
We part as his hands push the loose, thick fabric of the old tee-shirt up around my belly button. A warm hand finds my bare hip under the comforter and he massages it, tracing circles onto the flesh with his thumb.
I stare into his bright eyes as his hand smoothly glides from my bone to my lower back and backside, pushing me flush against his sweatpants.
“Don’t be loud,” he whispers teasingly, a cocky but cute grin gracing his lips.
I run my hand through his hair, pulling on it a little as his hand keeps me pressed against him. He groans and his lips find my neck. I run my hand along his back under his shirt.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this —” he murmurs into my neck. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I,” I take in a breath.
I hear something, but Pony’s lips connect with mine again and I can’t move — I don’t want to move and, really, nothing else matters.
Until the door opens. And I see Soda and Steve standing there with huge grins illuminated by the hallway light.
Ama hayatımda hiçbir şey için asla mükemmel zaman ya da yer olmadığını gördüm. Yapmak istediğimiz ya da yapmaya korktuğumuz şeyi ertelemek için her zaman bir sebep buluruz; yarına kadar, haftaya, gelecek aya, gelecek yıla kadar…Ta ki sonunda hiçbir şeyi tamamlamayıncaya kadar.
The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen
The evening sun was leaking into through the
gauzy curtains, casting lazy shadows over the furniture. It was quiet and the
house was comfortably warm, and there was a feeling of content thrumming
through your body.
Calum looked absolutely beautiful.
Curled up in a an armchair, he was a lanky
bundle of brown limbs, the dappled sunlight playing with the edges of his
eyelashes. His hair peeked out from under his hoodie, falling in messy curls
over his forehead, and his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he
perused the pages of his latest novel. He looked entirely too small in his
pyjama pants and mismatched socks, his grey hoodie all but swallowing his
‘Quit staring, love’ he mumbled, a small smile
gracing his lips.
A soft laugh left your lips. ‘’M not staring,’
you said. ‘How’s the book?’
Calum made a noncommittal noise. ‘It’s very
average,’ he said, idly turning the page. ‘The story’s really hard to follow
and there’s this really unnecessary romantic subplot between the main
characters and… I mean, it’s not that great.’
You hummed in response, stretching your legs out
as you lay down along the length of the couch opposite him. ‘Why are you still
reading it then?’ you asked gently.
Calum shrugged. ‘Not sure,’ he said, dog-earing
the page carefully before closing the book. He stretched his arms above his
head, yawning. ‘Wanted to do something other than scroll through my phone, I
guess. Didn’t work out too well.’
‘You could come here, then,’ you said, not even
trying to be subtle. ‘Cuddle with me for a bit, I miss you.’
‘That’s a lie,’ Calum said, standing up. ‘You’ve
had me all day, how could you possibly miss me?’
He shuffled over to the arm of the couch,
tumbling over it with an floomf until his body was sprawled on top of
yours, his head pressed unceremoniously against your shoulder and his stomach
shaking with silent giggles. Groaning a little, he shifted until he was
comfortable, wrapping his arms around you and pushing his face into the crook
of your neck.
And it was just youandcalum, wrapped up
together, all by yourself, just the way you wanted it.
It seemed like hours before you spoke again.
‘I still miss you,’ you said softly, running
your hand through Calum’s hair. ‘Doesn’t matter if you’re on the other side of the world
or on the other side of the room, I still miss you. ‘M always gonna want you.’
Calum pressed his lips against the skin of your
neck, squeezing your middle a little. ‘I love you,’ he mumbled. ‘A lot.’
He yawned, his eyelashes catching the last rays
of sunlight as he turned his head up to look at you, kissing your cheek. ‘I’m
always going to love you,’ he said, finally closing his eyes.
// “I hate winter.” You whined as you pulled up your scarf to cover your face. You’d been walking through the frozen woods for a while now, hood safely pulled above your head and mitten-clad hands buried deeply inside your pockets. Your cheeks were starting to hurt, and it had been a while since you’d actually felt your thighs. A chuckle emerged from your boyfriend as you groaned and tried to get as much skin as you could beneath the piece of fabric. A moment later, a pair of eyes, peeking above a red scarf, came into your vision. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, winter is wonderful!” It was hidden for now, but you knew Seungcheol was smiling widely. “It’s full of wonders, and it’s beautiful, and there’s Christmas!” Your boyfriend’s grin shifted in was you knew was a exaggerated pout, as you didn’t show as much enthusiasm as him about the cold season. “What do you say we finish this little stroll and get back to the cabin? I can start a fire and make hot coco… I’m sure I’ll find a way to warm you up…” This time, you knew you couldn’t blame your red cheeks on the biting wind.
// Request: hi i would like to request a wintery scoups moodboard pls