i cannot get him out of my head

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 3)

I AM STILL CRYING ABOUT LOOSING THIS DAMN PART. SWEAR SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT THIS PART I WILL STOP WRITING THIS SERIES


Part 2 :  http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/154484517050/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol


Part 1 : http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/153920428680/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol?is_related_post=1



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@thejulietfarciertlove @meggleangelo (tell me if you want to become one)



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Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah





I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^


“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.


“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.

“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.

“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^

“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^

“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”


“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be.  I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *


“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.


“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.


“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^ 


“Yeah I  just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other.  *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.

I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end  "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.


——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————


I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^


The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.


“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”

“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.


“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant


“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.


“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I  wanted to yes so I can see crush the  other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.


“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine  "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“


“Ahh  Y/n there you are.  ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s  project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.


I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.


I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.

*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own  * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*

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It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.


^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.  

I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/my_good_bye/set?id=215314515), my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.


 I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.


 “Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.


 He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.


 _________________________time skip arrival death place_______________




“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me. 


When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water. 


The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.

_________Third POV at home_______________time past____________ _____________________________________________________________


No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.


 “Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.


 “Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.


“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.


 Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya. 


“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out. 


“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug. 


The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.

anonymous asked:

Headcannons on how lance, shiro, and Keith flirt? I guess we all know how lance flirts tho...😅 Love your work!!

thank you! here you go!!


[Lance:]

* ok so obviously we know how Lance flirts right??
* you’re wrong.
* that’s just harmless flirting he does with people he knows he most likely won’t see again.
* when it comes to people and their terms of flirting, there are also different preferences and circumstances.
* Lance does not flirt with every breathing female in the universe, buuuut, he does at the same time????
* ok so if he really does know someone, like knows more about them as a friend and such, then I feel like his flirting would be a lot different
* Like, say you’re close with him, but not BFF close, then he’ll probably say something’s like “oh really now?” “Make me.” y'all know how those are when it comes to flirting I assume
* if he really really reallllly likes you, he will be the most polite gentleman ever.
* lance: are you gonna [eat/drink/do] this? you: should I?
lance: well it’s up to you of course, if you don’t wanna you don’t have to. I can get something else for you [or ‘I can do it for you instead’]
* crying would totally at one point get really awkward and go back to being a crazy flirt and you’re just like “ohmymgodjj”

[Shiro:]

* shiro??? I think you mean the purest being to walk and breathe and LIVE????
* call out post: shiro is a babby
* will only flirt if you really know each other and would never flirt if you had just met because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable
* he’s either extremely quiet and shy or just straight out bold when flirting
* “Uhm, I uhm, like, uh, can I, get, uh, uhm, like,” and you basically just break down into tears because you don’t know if you should help him or laugh???
* “Your eyes are gorgeous.” and you’re just eating w/ him and he says this out of no where after staring lovingly at you for minutes on end now and you’re going to cry
* hi once he was really confident, but like Lance confident and when you guys were hugging he squeezed your ass and you both gasped so fukccn loud Keith thought you both were suffocating
* shiro just sat down and covered his face for an hour and you started to think his Galran Arm absorbs water AKA his tears
* you weren’t wrong yet you were right because his tears just seeped through the joints


[Keith:]

* save this boi
* once he tried flirting with this girl while on a field trip, because 1) said girl wasn’t from his area and he probably wouldn’t see them again. And 2) said girl doesn’t know that he’s an awkward bean
* it did not work out to say the least (he went to buy her some popcorn and started eating it on the way back and wasn’t paying attention and watched as he tripped and seagulls ate the popcorn and he just didn’t meet back up with her
* BUT
* if he was in a relationship it would come slowly and surely
* probably a large gentleman if you’ve been together a short time
* holds open doors and helps you cook
* I headcanon he cannot cook full meals
* once he kissed you for the first time you were used to it but before that he kissed the top of your head once and he could’ve sworn you were on the verge of tears
* it was so soft and sweet n pure and you just got so happy because it was just such a comforting feeling and you didn’t know how to react
* my gosh if u ever see him with Lance and they aren’t arguing get him out of there he is ASKING LANCE FOR TIPS
* if he listened to Lance he’d come up to you and mix it all up
* “Did u sit on a pile of sugar????? cus you’re from Tennessee.”
* save him

Lich King Boyfriend Part Three

The finale of the Lich King story that was commissioned by @ladyccr. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did!

   Ria has been here for almost six months. Every day she brings a little more light to the castle. Every day I feel a little less cold. We’ve learned to communicate now through our hands. One of my staff taught us sign language so that she could talk to me without the hassle of pen and paper. Although, most times, I feel as if I can understand her without words.

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A cute little fic where Baz gets a haircut and Simon just can’t hold his tongue anymore.

Simon

My hand automatically flies to my side to summon my sword when I open my bedroom door and see someone I don’t recognize.

His back is facing me, and when he hears me come in he whips around. “Woah there, Snow, no need for the sword.”

My eyes grow wide and my jaw drops. It’s Baz. Except he’s cut his long black locks short, that’s why I didn’t recognize him. I’m speechless. He was attractive before but now he’s..I don’t even have words for it.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect.

“Close your mouth before flies get in there, Snow.” His hands move up to tug at his newly short hair and I can’t stop staring. His eyes look bigger without hair falling in them and I never noticed before but his eyebrows are bloody perfect.

“You-You,” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say but whatever it is won’t come out anyway. “Yes?” He questions with a cock of one of his perfect eyebrows. “You cut your hair.” I manage to spurt out.

He smirks. Dear Merlin, he looks good. “Very observant aren’t you?” He says in a sarcastic tone. He walks from where he was standing in front of the wardrobe to sit on his bed. I go to sit on my own.

“When did you decide to do that?” I’m still staring at him. I cannot believe how good he looks, he’s got his short locks pushed up into a quiff. “Just today.” He touches his hair again self-consciously. This is a side of Baz I’ve never seen, he seems nervous.

I want so badly to tell him that it looks good but I don’t want it to come out the wrong way, so instead I just keep my mouth shut.

We’re just sitting on our beds staring at each other for what seems like an eternity. Baz scratches the back of his head and breaks our eye contact. “Well, I better get going, see you later Snow.”

He gets up and begins walking toward the door. I can’t let him leave without telling him, it’ll eat me alive. “Baz, wait.” He stops in front of the door and turns around with a curious look on his face. I don’t like how far away I am from him, so I get up and walk toward him.

“It looks good.” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach up and touch his hair. He gives me a confused look. “Your hair, your hair looks good.” I pull a hand out of my pocket and point stupidly at his head.

He gives me a look and I can’t describe, it’s something between longing and hurt. And Merlin and Morgana, when a slight blush begins to form on the tops of his cheeks, I almost lose it.

“Thanks Snow, I have to go.” He turns but I don’t want him to leave. I reach out and grab his wrist. “Stay.” I whisper. I don’t know what exactly I mean by it, all I know is that I don’t want him to leave, not now.

He doesn’t turn around, just stands there with my fingers wrapped around his wrist. Suddenly I feel ridiculous and take my hand away.

“What do you want Snow?” He turns around and I realize his eyes are the color of the sky on a stormy day. “Nothing, I don’t want anything, I just-” I stop myself, I’ve never been good with words and right now is no exception.

“You what?” He grabs the wrist that I was holding and begins rubbing it, like I hurt him. I don’t ever want to hurt him. “I-” I start again, and fail again. “Spit it out, Snow.”

“I like looking at you.” I don’t want to see the look of disgust he’s about to give me so I look at the floor. For a while all I hear from him is shallow breathing.

“Simon.” He breathes rather than says. It sends shivers through my whole body, he’s never called me Simon before. “Yea?” I reply, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

“Look at me.” he says quietly, it makes my heart fall to my feet. But I don’t want to, can’t, look at him. I can’t be looking into his eyes when he spits his venomous rejecting words at me. “No.” I say simply. The way I say it reminds me of a child on the verge of crying.

“Fine, I’ll just have to make you.” He says before taking my face in both his hands and kissing me so hard I forget who I am for a second. I never realized it before this moment, but I’ve wanted this for a long time. I wrap my arms around his middle and bring him closer.

He slowly leans out of the kiss, leans in close to my ear and whispers “I like looking at you too.”

Astonishing things that are happening so far in Master and Commander:

I don’t know what I was expecting, given that the entire world plus the back of my copy sincerely calls this the “Aubrey-Maturin novels,” which we all know is just because they hadn’t thought to use a /, but still I was not prepared for this book to literally open with a meet cute. Specifically, a meet cute wherein our solid sea-honed ~presence~ of a British Royal Navy Officer is so overcome by the beauty of the music recital he’s attending that he cannot help banging his fist upon his knee to the melody, and is promptly and devastatingly shushed by this intense little slip of an Irish physician, upon which Jack Aubrey’s response to being sassed by Stephen Maturin is to have even more feelings than he was already having about the music, and then less than 24 hours later run up to him in the street, effuse how very sorry he is, and invite him to become his best friend. And THEN it comes out that this delicate doctor is actually wasting away on account of the patient he’d come to Menorca to treat having died without paying him, and is now sleeping in the fucking abandoned ruins of a chapel up on a hill and calling all his animal roommates by their Latinate names and hasn’t really eaten in god knows when, and Jack is like OMG NO, OMG NO COME LIVE ON MY NEW SLOOP WITH ME AND I’LL FEED YOU ALL THE TIME, and Stephen’s like Could I Possibly? and Jack’s like YES!!, and then rushes around getting his snug little boat ready while daydreaming about when he can get Stephen aboard and at last have someone with whom he can share his thoughts and joys and feelings about beautiful music. And then in Classic™ Plot™ Jack sends a messenger to tell Stephen that he’s going to miss their next meal because he’s taking his ship out for a test sail before they embark, but Stephen DOESN’T GET THE MESSAGE and comes down to the docks with his wee bag to see Jack’s ship sailing away and thinks, I paraphrase but only barely: “this is what I get for thinking I might at last have something nice, I cannot believe I allowed myself to lower my defenses so completely because now I am Heartbroken,” and palely glares the fuck out of the poor kid who finally rushes up to give him the message that Jack’ll be back to fetch him in a couple hours.

Other things that have happened include three four separate mentions of, to use the parlance, sodomy, including the Confirmed Gay aboard having already developed a crush on golden-haired Commander Aubrey. Meanwhile our absolutely hapless Dr. Maturin is belowdecks cracking his head into a low beam so hard he sees stars and then valiantly pretending he’s not dazed when Jack bounds down to happily offer him eggs and bacon and coffee.

And then the other 30% of this is long streams of sailing words that I do not know yet. I AM HAVING THE BEST TIME.

I can’t stop thinking about the parallels between obscurials and lgbtq kids. When they explained the concept I immediately thought “Okay, so like being closeted.” And then we see Grindelwald and Credence interacting. My first thought was “That dude is taking advantage of the sad gay child, what am I watching right now? Oh dear god now he’s sexually grooming him what is this movie rated??” 

I know I’m not the only one who sees this. Credence growing up in a Church, forced to hide who he really is. Struggling everyday in a society that cannot accept his magic (i.e. homosexuality). Surprise, yer a Gay Wizard Credence!!!

I feel like there will be a huge focus on relating love to magic and vice versa. I can’t get it out of my head that Credence will be really worried about his magic/sexuality and Dumbledore will talk to him about it because he knows exactly what’s going on. He’s attuned to outsiders, people who don’t quite fit in. He’ll explain how love is the greatest magic and if you’re afraid to love yourself and/or others, it will hinder your magic. And he’s gay himself. So there’s that. I’m sure he will also be sympathetic to Credence because of what happened to Ariana. It makes sense he would want to protect Credence. 

Please let there be a nuanced portrayal of casual queer wizards and witches but also two prominent characters (Dumbledore and Credence) who will have a frank discussion that is not coded in any way. Let the subtext become text!

*whispers* obsqueerus 

Scintilla

Originally posted by akross-the-universe

A/N: This monster of a fic is finally finished and i’m actually crying tears of joy rn bc this was such a long fic to write. plus it’s about my favorite underrated trainee from pd101, kim donghan @smols-n-tols bc they know how much pain i’ve been over this fic lmao

Pairing: PD101′s Kim Donghan x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Humor/Friends to Lovers!AU

Word Count: Roughly 11k (almost made it to 12k r i p)

Scintilla, noun: a barely visible trace

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for the chocobros when they discover their lover keeps photos of them with embarrassing captions like "love of my life", "best bf", "prince charming" xD

Omg I love this idea so much! :’) I’m sorry if these are a bit long!

Noctis:

- Noct would be lounging around in the tent one day, probably looking forward to going to sleep or something.
- His eyes happen to land on his s/o’s bed set up, realising they hadn’t put away all their stuff properly. Something in particular was quite curious…
- Of course, this boy cannot resist going over to check it out. (This is the same guy who wants to check out dungeons just because after all).
- He’d pick up the slip of paper to see it was actually a picture. Of him. With a cutely drawn crown on top of his head. Underneath his face were the words ‘My prince charming!’
- Noct would gasp and blush like mad.
- Awkward mode initiated.
- But he would also feel so happy and loved. God damn it my lover is too cute.
- He’d also really like that they used the phrase prince charming, since he half jokes that he is one constantly.
- Once he’d recovered his cool as best as he could, he’d head out of the tent.
- “Be back in a bit guys!”
- When he comes back he is super shifty, s/o notices at once.
- “Can I uh… uh speak to you, like, over there?”
- Chocobros are amazed at his smoothness as always. S/o humours him and they finally have privacy.
- He is so adorable and awkward. One hand behind his back, the other scratching the back of his neck and dear gods his can’t make eye contact.
- “So… I just went for a walk, and well, kinda found these.”
- Literally shoves flowers into his s/o’s hands.
- Crickey is it hot in here? Nope, just my face.
- S/o can’t stop grinning. It’s obvious he went to look for them.
- When they return to camp, the others look at each other and just shrug.
- Noct mentally pats himself on the back.
- Ah yes, smooth as silk.

Prompto:

- Would be walking behind his s/o one day seeing that they have a photo in their hands.
- “Hey, whatcha got there?”
- S/O would grip the photo tightly and run around the room, Prompto would literally have to chase them down if he wanted to see it! Which of course, he’d be dying to.
- Finally manages to snatch the photo out of his lovers’ hands, only to see it’s a candid picture of him that he didn’t know existed. With some writing on the bottom?
- “Sunshine boy, l-love of my life…?”
- His face is on fire. Like, tomato boy red, his hand covering his mouth.
- Heart is racing. I’m… I’m the… of their life?
- Doesn’t realise he has the most ridiculous, most goofy grin on his face behind his hand!
- S/O is like… “Prom, are you okay?”
- Finally snaps out of it.
- “Yeah… but you could have used a better photo of me, look here are some of my selfies from our journey.” Tips a handful of photos out, mostly with his chocobo. Distraction tack-tick!
- S/O face palms and snatches the picture back.
- Prompto is smiling for the rest of the day, cannot get the image out of his head!
- Would tell everyone. “Hey, hey guess what I am. A sunshine boy!”
- I don’t think his s/o would understand just how much it would mean to him. Is an absolute lovely dovey mess.

Gladio:

- Gladio and his s/o would be lounging under a tree together in the brief moments they could manage to steal away together.
- S/o would be laid on his chest, both with a book in their hands.
- They would turn the page, totally forgetting what they had been using for a bookmark.
- Both watch as the little square falls and lands on the centre of Gladio’s stomach.
- His lover goes to reach for it but damn it he is so much quicker.
- Damn those lighting fast reflexes!
- “Hmm what’s this?”
- It’s a picture of him that Prompto had taken mid-fight, his s/o must’ve swiped it from him. And in the corner was a heart with the words ‘My gorgeous Gladdy’ scrawled in it.
- S/o has their head in their hands this is so embarrassing.
- Gladio laughs so warmly, and moves the fingers obstructing his lover’s eyes.
- “So you think I’m gorgeous huh?”
- He is not shy at all, he thinks that it is so cute.
- His heart is singing, confirming just how much he was head over heels for his partner.
- “Ob coush.”
- Gladio sits up causing his s/o to move their hands and repeat themselves.
- “Of course.” They can’t look at him.
- Gently he would lift their head until their eyes make contact, seeing that dazzling, warm smile of his they loved so much.
- “Let me show you how gorgeous I think you are.”
- His arms bring them back down on the floor where he gives the most passionate kiss his could muster, hoping that he was getting across just how happy that photo had made him.
- He was.

Ignis:

- Iggy would be at his s/o’s house, waiting for them to come back when he spotted their jacket on the sofa.
- Can’t resist picking it up and putting it back on the coat hook for them.
- As he puts it away, something falls out of the pocket and flutters to the floor.
- “Hmm?”
- He reaches down to pick it up and put it away, but stops as he sees it’s a picture of him.
- “What…?”
- It’s a picture of him and his s/o laughing at something Gladio was saying, but it looked like there was writing on the picture…
- Ignis’ heart would thump as he read the words written in the handwriting he knew so well.
- World’s best boyfriend!
- Would definitely love knowing his s/o felt that way, but would seriously want to live up to those expectations not that he doesn’t already.
- S/o gets home finally to see a banquet pretty much, prepared for them with all their favourite things.
- Ignis pampers them anyway, but that night he would seriously ramp it up a notch.
- Backrubs? You got it. Kisses? Constantly. Cuddles? Absolutely!
- Here let me run you an extra bubbly bath.
- S/o wouldn’t say anything because they would be enjoying it too much, but wonder what brought it all on.
- Later they would go to sneak a look at the picture they keep in their jacket pocket like usual, but this time look at it in surprise.
- There was now some more elegant script on the photo next to them.
- World’s most precious partner.

For You

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Summary: You worry about the fate of Legolas after the battle.

Pairings: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 929

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies (?)

Requested by: @localfatgirl; #39: “I just can’t stop thinking about you.” Sorry it took so long.

A/n: This is the hardest Drabble that I have ever wrote. It took me all day to write it because I grew up with two very different Legolases. The Lord of the Rings one and then The Hobbit one so it was difficult. Also how do people title this things. I have such a hard time. 

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moonlight [3]

summary: The beast can only be kept in its cage for so long before it threatens to break free. || werewolf!bucky x supernatural!reader ||

warnings: none that I can think of

note: Another short installment, little over 700 words. I’m sorry. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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An idea that I can’t seem to get out of my head is what if.. it was actually Dark who killed Jack in Say Goodbye? And that he did so to completely free his friend Anti. Or maybe he gave Anti the final strength he needed to take complete control?

I mean, just IMAGINE what that would’ve been like…

Jack’s doing the pumpkin carving video like normal, and Dark is watching him from behind the camera (Jack can’t see Dark because Dark is able to choose who can and cannot see him) Anti appears in his few moments that he does before the “big reveal”, and then appears next to Dark, very worn out.

“He’s too strong, man. I can’t do this.”

“Dude, you’ve got this. Come on, try again.”

So Anti tries a few more times to take over Jack, but he just can’t seem to do it. He gets to the point where he’s almost there, but then just barely missed his chance. He appears next to Dark again, even more worn out than before. Jack becomes concerned and starts to freak out a little, but Anti and Dark just ignore it for now.

Anti shouts angrily. “Gah, this is impossible!”

Dark sighs. Anti’s obviously struggling, and Dark’s getting a bit bored of this crazy glitchy show, so he offers to give some of his power to him. Anti instantly accepts, and with a simple touch to his chest, Dark gives Anti a small bit of his power. The pupils of Anti’s pitch black eyes begin to glow a bright painful white, his dark hair glowing as if to look like an emerald fire, and a faded, eerie green aura floating around him. Anti gives Dark a pointy grin before making his move. Dark watches in delighted pleasure as Anti slits Jack’s throat with the carving knife, with his goal finally coming to a close.

Jfc this went on too long. Sorry for basically turning it into a fanfic. This was just a pretty cool idea I thought of.
"I can't lose you."

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“Where are you going?”

Harry urgently asked in a strained voice, still dressed in his CEO work suit, matching the same pace you’re walking.

You kept your face straight, gripping the long dress you were wearing with him hot on your heels, following you until you were out of the back exit of the hotel that was allotted for Harry so paps weren’t able to see him, especially in a business party that caused traffic all over the place.

“We’re talking about this,” he said, his tone being a lot more urgent than before, worry and pain evident.

“Since when did we talk not unless it’s about your business or when we attend your own business galas and parties?”

“Y/N, we’re gonna talk.”

“Now you want to? When was the last time you said I love you? When was the last time we went out on a proper date, just the two of us?”

“Love-…” he tried to start, the both of you stopping in the middle of a parking area, tears continuously coming out of your eyes and his.

“When was the last time that you remembered that you have a fiancée and it’s just not about you being the CEO of your goddamn company?”

Harry went silent, swallowing his pride and the lump in his throat, his lip caught in between his teeth.

“Harry, I am so tired of compromising. I am so tired of understanding when-…”

“I can’t lose you.”

He said in a whisper, loud enough for you to hear since you were the only two people there, shaking his head back and forth.

“We’re not breaking up.”

You let out a pathetic whimper, the times when Harry stood you up turning into a flashback, but you didn’t want to relive those.

“Look, I can lose my company but I cannot afford to lose you!”

He desperately said, the sentence ending in a stern tone but as vulnerable as him when it still did, wanting to get an answer from you and for you to look at him.

“I’m not making you choose between me or your business.”

He pleaded with his eyes, his figure mere inches away from yours, still refusing to meet your eyes.

“I know. I don’t do things without a reason, that’s why I proposed. And goddamn it, Y/N, I was irreasonable these past few months.”

Your breathing got caught in your throat, the tight hold in your dress being released.

“I’m not going to hold you back. I’m not going to make you choose between our marriage and your business, you know that.”

Harry didn’t say anything, closing off the space with him pushing you towards him by holding the small of your back, wrapping his arms around.

“But if it comes to that, I’ll choose you; every single day.”

Something New (M)

Characters:  Jackson Wang (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader)

Genre:  Smut

Length:    3,041 words

Warning/s:  Dry humping, Nipple worship, nipple clamping (weird but, I guess that me haha), multiple orgasms, I guess nothing else? LOL

Plot:  Your boyfriend wanted to try something new on one lazy, Sunday night using… clothespins?

A/N: OK so this idea just came up when I saw a random article I read online, and I just cannot get it out of my head. And for those who had requested Bobby, don’t worry, because I will be writing another smut for him as well with kind of a similar idea, or maybe not, but I will surely write one for him :) Enjoy lovelies!


Netflix, a box of pizza and a litre of your favorite soda, you on top of your boyfriend with his hands groping your ass and your arms around his neck, kissing him until you two had gone breathless, how else can this lazy Sunday night be even more wonderful?

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Devil In Me Part 3 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me, Part 3 (Part 2)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “Oh, my dear, it’s honestly so futile to struggle.”

Word Count: 4,592

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A/N: Hey guys! I feel like my excerpts for this series are always going to be long. ALWAYS. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!

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How I Met the Horned One

I had been practicing witchcraft for about six years at this point. I started in about 2007 and this occurred in 2013 or 2014. I was devoted to Hecate at the time and she had changed my life entirely. I found myself losing everything through her and, in losing everything, I became a witch.

I lost my sense of security, but I gained my independence. I lost my family, but I gained friends and connections. I was forced out of my home, but I bought a cottage.

The home I bought is on a large piece of land in the middle of nowhere. It has strange rocks on it. It’s an odd place with a weird energy. You may remember this:

This rock is probably the size of a Fiat and it has a strange presence. It is in the woods behind my house. The previous landowner must have felt its weird energy, as evidenced by this:

A horseshoe nailed above it, presumably to ward something off. I thought that the rock had an energy like a standing stone, so I started leaving offerings on it. Offerings of apples, sweets, bread, and whiskey.

At the same time, my relationship with Hecate began to wane. I got the distinct feeling that she was done teaching me for a while and I felt as though I were almost being dismissed. My craft started to get stale.

Journeying into the woods beyond my house to give offerings on the rock and explore has always given me a slightly uncomfortable feeling. Like something is watching. I started to have visions of a being that lived in the woods. He looked a bit like this:

(Artwork by Stephanie Houser posted by myrkrider on Tumblr)

I tried to explain this to my witch friends, all of whom were Wiccans. They started to tell me that it was Pan or the Wiccan Horned One, but I felt it was the Devil.

One night as I was going to bed, I started to fall asleep, though I was still awake. I felt a presence in my room. I have a balcony that is essentially at the foot of my bed. I have always been terrified of someone climbing onto the balcony and trying to come into my room (irrational though this may be).

So this night, I sense there is something in my room, but I shake it off. I tell myself I am being childish and that I will not give into such silly fears and turn on the lights.

Then I feel something at the foot of my bed, like someone put their hand on my feet.

So I open my eyes and I see the Devil, seven feet tall, robed all in black, with the head of a goat. So I scream “GET OUT!” with all my might. I turn on the light and he is gone. I was very shaken by this. It’s not every day the Devil sits on the end of your bed.

So I did a lot of research and began to contact him. I set up some boundaries (like, “you cannot come into my bedroom at night and climb onto my bed without being invited”). I have been studying under him ever since and he has improved my craft immensely. I am living with the spirit of this land and I no longer feel uncomfortable in the woods behind my house.

I cannot get the ending out of my head… Prooobably because I keep on watching it over and over. I am happy and also worried about the ending of this season.

BUT THEN I REALIZED SOMETHING!

FUCKING. MEGA SEEDS.

(See the background trees?)

IN THE FUCKING PILOT C-137 MORTY WAS TEMPORARILY SMART BECAUSE OF THE SEEDS THESE THINGS HOLD!

EVIL MORTY IS EXPLOITING MORTIES TO GATHER UP THESE THINGS! THAT’S PROBABLY HOW HE WAS ABLE TO BE THE EVIL GENIUS HE IS! HE IS ADDICTED TO THESE THINGS BECAUSE OF HOW SMART THEY MAKE HIM. He’s probably taking so many that he doesn’t even feel the seizure-like after-effects.

THIS WILL ACTUALLY GIVE RICK AND MORTY THE ADVANTAGE! DESTROY THE TREES AND EVIL RICK IS JUST PLAIN OLD RICK! This gives me hope! (That will probably not come until season 4 tho.)

But uh… If the way C-137 Morty took them is the only way they work… DAYUM that’s dedication!

I just took this fucking massive realization and make a butt joke out of it. Talk about anti-climatic.

Edit:

dalekofchaos

It’s what Rick drinks. if you notice the end of the pilot Morty has the same drool over his mouth as Rick does.

…IS THAT WHAT MAKES RICKS SO GOD DAMN SMART?!

FUCK THIS JUST KEEPS ON GETTING DEEPER!

…I kind of wanted him to have to take them as a suppository though. I dunno. I guess it’s because of the small amount of humor within the FUCKING DARKNESS OF ALL OF THIS HOLY CRAP!

I Can See Right Up Your Skirt #2

Luke

You hear Luke’s car park outside of your shared house, and soon after the door opening. “I’m back!” He calls as he puts his guitar case down by the door. “In here!” You shout back from your bedroom. Luke smiles to himself and makes his way up the stairs, pulling his phone out because he got a text whilst he was pulling in. “Hi.” He smiles as he sees you laying on the bed, flipping through a magazine. “Hey, good day at the studio?” You ask, looking away from the pages and to him who’s leaning against the door frame. “Yeah I guess, got a sick guitar part on one song.” He tells you. “Nice, did you see the accident on the main road? I was driving along earlier and it was awful.” You ask watching him as he bites his lip. “Uh yeah, I got caught up in a bit of traffic, didn’t actually see anything though.” He answers. “What do you want for dinner?” You question, turning the page. “You know I can see right up your skirt.” He smirks. “Oh shit.” You laugh and close your freshly shaved legs, putting your attention back to the magazine. “Hey, I didn’t say close them.” He flatly states. “I guess you’re gonna have to open them up again, aren’t you?” You raise an eyebrow, putting the magazine down. “Oh really?” He questions and makes his way over to you. “Unless you want something else for dinner…” You innocently look at him and he places his hands on your knees, standing in front of you. “Not a fucking chance.” He breathes and separates your knees a little, trailing his fingertips down the inside of your thigh at an agonizing pace. “Such a bad girl for wearing a skirt.” He tsks and his hand finally makes contact with your heat, making your stomach tense. “And wearing black underwear? You know that’s my favourite.” Luke comments and shakes his head as he slowly rubs up and down your clothed heat. “And what do bad girls get?” He asks as you let out a breath of pleasure. “Use your words, babygirl.” He urges. “Punished.” You answer. “Correct.” He nods and pulls his hand away, smirking wider when you let out a whine. “But I do know how good of a girl you can be, especially with my cock in your mouth baby or when you’re bent over backwards for me.” He speaks, his hands running up and down your thighs. “Luke.” You moan, needing to release some sort of friction. “Yes babe?” He asks. “Do something or I’ll close my damn legs and walk away.” You threat. “Of really?” He raises an eyebrow and lays down on his side next to you, his mouth going to collar bones whilst his finger tips are dancing around your naval. “Y-yes.” You stutter as he gets closer to where you want him. “As if you could do that.” He whispers in your ear and his fingers enter your panties. “So nice and wet, princess.” He rasps, bringing your juices up to your clit. “Is this what you wanted? You wanna be a naughty girl? Do you like being a dirty girl for me?”

Michael

“You looking forward to tonight?” You ask Michael from the stage as he is standing on the floor. “Yeah, a lot of people though.” He nods. “You’ll be fine.” You reassure him. “You think?” He looks up at you. “Of course, you always do well, nothing’s gonna change.” You tell him. “Thanks babe.” He says and licks his lips. “Hey guys.” Calum waves as he walks up to Michael. “Hey.” You smile. “Hi.” Michael distractedly speaks. “You guys gonna come out with us later?” Calum questions. “Where are you going?” Michael asks. “Just sight seeing, might get some food, too.” Calm shrugs. “We’re actually gonna talk to my family, but maybe next time.” Michael explains and you furrow your eyebrows. “Uh, okay, we can wait if you want.” Calm offers a little dazed. “No we’re gonna be a while.” Michael declines. “How long will you guys be?” You ask. “I don’t know, a couple hours.” He looks up at you. “It’s time we should talk to my parents, so yeah.” Michael trails off and turns Calum around, pushing him towards the exit. “You’re being weird.” Calum comments but walks away. “We’re talking to your parents?” You question. “No, I can see right up your skirt so we’re gonna go to the dressing room and sort some things out.” He explains. “You can?” You chuckle. “Yeah, so get down from there so we can go on a little adventure of our own.” Michael informs and you walk off stage meeting Michael at the end. We walk away from the stage and make the fairly short distance to the dressing room. As soon as michael closes the door, he pushes you against the it and begins to kiss you roughly, his body pressed up against yours so you can feel everything. You begin to get dominant so you slowly grind your hips against his, to release some friction, then push him towards the couch. He lays on top of it and you straddle his hips, feeling his hard on press against your core, and his hips buck up into your heat. You move your hips back and forth a little whilst attacking Michael’s neck, emitting tiny moans from him. “If you don’t stop this soon I’m gonna cum.” He groans and tips his head back as you do a particularly hard one and his hands hold your hips. “Okay, I’ll stop.” You say and get up, moving to the other couch, laying down, beginning to pull your phone out. Looking over at Michael, he’s a tiny bit out of breath and is confused. Suddenly Michael gets up and walks over to you, separating your legs, so that one is on the table and the other pressed against the back of the couch, legs wide open. “You know I don’t like teasing.” He tells you. “Look at that, you learn something new everyday.” You smirk and run your hand over his crotch, palming him a few times, and he lets out a groan, forgetting what he was just saying. “Fuck.” He mutters. “Lets see how much you like teasing.” He raises an eyebrow and runs his hand down your stomach and to your pubic bone, rubbing his palm on it, making you forget all about your tactic. It’s a release but it’s not enough so you lift your hips up. He complies with your wishes and gives you more, so he pulls your underwear down, and runs two fingers through your folds, collecting your juices. His finger ghosts over your hole, but leaves that area, going up again. “Michael.” You moan grinding your hips against his hand and he goes towards your clit spelling out the word tease on it. “You like that? You like it when I touch you?” He asks. “Fuck, yeah.” You moan. “Aw, shame you had to play me earlier.” He says and pulls away, putting your panties back on.

Calum

“There’s nothing good on tv.” You whine and flip through the channels once again. Calum looks up at you from across the room, his eyes scanning your annoyed form. He smirks to himself and goes back to his phone, his mind going places. “There’s nothing at all?” Calum asks after a while. “No.” You sigh and put your foot onto the coffee table, which makes Calum’s eyes widen, a choke like sound comes from the back of his throat from the sight. “What about Netflix?” He questions. “I’m caught up with everything, and I’m not at stable place to dedicate my life to a new series.” You answer. “You do know you don’t have to watch all at once.” He informs, trying to keep his eyes up. “Is that a challenge?” You ask. “No, I remember when you first watched Sense8, you couldn’t talk to anyone for like a week.” He laughs. “You don’t do Netflix right, you have to watch it all at once.” You tell him. “Maybe you’re doing Netflix wrong.” He says. “If you’re gonna insult me and my Netflix, you can get your own Netflix and not use mine.” You state. “How’d you know I do that?” He questions. “I have my sources.” You reply. “So you’re bored?” He changes the subject. “No, I’m perfectly amused, can’t you see me having so much fun.” You sarcastically say. “I’m bored too.” He sighs and puts his phone down, his eyes traveling up your toned legs, and how he can see up your skirt, your red lacy underwear on display, all for his eyes. Your legs have been driving him mad all day, going on for miles, when they tense, and how shiny they are. “What can two bored people do?” He asks. “Not sure.” You shrug and put your other foot on the table, your legs wide open and you raise an inquisitive eyebrow. “This was your plan wasn’t it, wearing that so I can see right up your skirt.” He accuses but his eyes stay where you want them – where you need him. “Cannot confirm nor deny that statement.” You say as you run your finger tip up and down your thigh. “Fuck you and your law degree.” He grumbles, feeling his pants tighten “Go on then.” I smirk. “You know I can’t resist you when you’re wearing skirts.” He groans, his pants beginning to get uncomfortable. “Unless you don’t want to, I can always go find the boys, I know they quite liked the sight of my legs earlier.” You smirk, knowing it will rile him up. “Babe, I’ve gotta go out soon.” He whines, tipping his head back. “That’s okay, I’ll just wait another two weeks until we have sex again.” You wink at him and close your legs knowing that he can’t resist you. “Or I guess I’ll have to satisfy myself until you do.” You open your legs again, your own fingers ghosting over your heat. “No way in hell.” He shakes his head and walks over to you, getting on his knees, pushing your legs out even wider. He connects his lips to the inside of your thigh, sucking on it, he brings his hand up, placing it on your abdomen. Calum moves down your thigh slowly, making hickeys along the way. “I take it you’re not going out.” You say, Calum looks up at you flatly, and then licks a strip on your clothed heat, making you moan. “Does that answer your question?” He asks against your heat, the vibrations sending you a little wave of pleasure. Calum licks another a strip, but it’s not enough, you need more. “More, Cal.” You breathe so Calum tends to your pleads and moves your underwear to the side, and begins to lick through the folds, making you moan and run hour fingers through his hair. The sight of his head moving between your thighs with your hand in his hair sends you even more arousal. “You want my fingers baby?”
Ashton

“Do you know where my phone is?” Ashton asks you as he walks in. “How am I supposed to know?” You question as you look up from your book. “I don’t know, you’re good at that.” He shrugs turning around to look at you. “What finding small things?” You question. “Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah I guess I am good at finding small things, I found your dick for example.” You shrug and go back to your book. “Uh, rude.” He replies but continues to search the room. “Have you checked every room?” You question. “Every one except this one.” He confirms as he looks on the shelf. “Have you really looked or have you just looked around the room then went to the next?” You question. “Depends what you call thorough.” He says. “What do you need it for?” You ask. “I need to call Luke.” He replies. “Why don’t you just use my phone.” You offer, picking up from the table. “You don’t mind?” He questions. “No, I’ll even look for your phone whilst you use mine.” You reply and get up. “This is why I love you.” Ash smiles and gives you a kiss. You pass him your phone, knowing he knows your passcode. “Thanks.” He gives you one final kiss as he waits for Luke to pick up. You bend over to look through all the magazines and random pieces of paper on the coffee table as Ashton begins to talk down the phone. Finding nothing there, you move towards the sofa, seeing if it’s behind the cushions. Suddenly Ashton presses himself against your ass, making you pause your actions. “Actually I’m gonna have to call you later.” He says to Luke. “Okay, see you later, bye.” Ashton finishes and puts your phone down. “What was that all about?” You question, but continue to look behind the cusions whilst Ashton is still pressed against you. “I can see right up your skirt, so I had to do something.” He tells you and pulls your body flush against his and begins to attack your neck. “Did you like what you saw.” You ask, grinding on Ashton’s semi, making him groan. “Always do.” He whispers against your neck as he lifts your skirt up a little, rubbing your clothed heat, making you lean your head on his shoulder. Ashton gently pushes you both onto the sofa, so that you’re laying flat on your back, and Ashton pushes your legs apart. His hand travels down your thigh, taking your panties off, then runs his hand over your heat, teasing your clit a little, before running his hand up your stomach, over your chest, until he reaches your jaw. He pulls your jaw open slightly and inserts his thumb into your mouth slowly. You begin to suck on his thumb as he pushes his fingers into you. Making eye contact with him as you slowly suck on his thumb, smirking when you moan around his thumb. “Such a good girl.” He praises and uses his other thumb to rub your clit, the bundle of nerves making you arch your back. “But such a bad girl for wearing a skirt, and these knee high socks baby are a dangerous game.” He tells you, his fingers going faster as you work your mouth on his thumb. “You know, now I think about it, I don’t think I properly checked the bedroom, do you think you could help me out with that baby girl?”