i just love when they touch each other okay

Positivity Post

Listen, I get that there are some issues with Andromeda. The first few hours of the game really feel like they’re trying to find their footing, which isn’t hard to understand - it must have been really hard and stressful to create a game that measures up to the trilogy.

But I’m really sick of the constant posts shitting all over the game and I’ve talked to lots of people who feel the same. It seems like a lot of people are worried about posting anything positive at all for fear or retribution.

So here, have a nice happy post about some of the AMAZING things about this game, which in my opinion totally holds up as a new addition to the series.

  • Awesome hair animation. I’m totally in love with how natural the hair looks. It moves around, looks great, and flows naturally.
  • The dialogue system. This is probably the first time in a video game that I actually feel like I can develop my own personality and have a truly unique OC. Plus, you can develop different relationships with different characters, which truly makes you feel invested in the world.
  • The side quests. There are some fetch quests, sure, but I’ve never found them to be boring. They’re always grounded in a story. I find the quests to be meaningful and interesting and engaging.
  • SQUAD MATES! This might be the first game where I absolutely adore every single person on your crew. The characters feel real and they all experience really touching character growth over the course of the game.
  • FRIEND DATES!! Maybe my favourite detail that’s been added to this - the nice outings you get with your squad after you earn their loyalty. Every single one was so touching and I treasure those moments.
  • ALIEN SEX okay so I’m obviously biased on that one…
  • Beautiful landscapes. I’ve come across some small landscape bugs, but in general each world feels unique and realistic. I love parking the Nomad on top of a hill and just admiring the scenery.
  • THE NOMAD BANTER! They absolutely nailed the banter in this game, I’ve teared up a few times while listening. I love it when squadmates can help each other with things that you can’t because they have different experiences than you. It feels realistic and wonderful.
  • Truly touching moments. I don’t want to say more for fear of spoiling anything, but I’ve cried so much at this game.
  • RYDER. Holy lord in heaven I love Ryder. They’re so well-written and totally hold their own against Shepard. They experience character development over the course of the game, the voice acting is fantastic, and basically I just really love Ryder holy shit

Please feel free to add your own, I really love this game and I’d love to see more people focusing on the things that make it so incredible.

Also if you see this and absolutely need to be negative, please keep it far away and make your own post. I understand that people have complaints, but I’m 150% done with hearing about them.

Much love to my fellow Andromeda explorers!

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4



You were tired and emotionally drained for what felt like the entire next week. With no classes to go to, and a job not available to you, you found yourself in the flat far more in one week than you felt you’d been there in the past month. You didn’t wear pants, drank a lot of hot cocoa, and caught up on way too much Netflix for things to be healthy.

Harry helped you clear everything from your bed – all your notes and textbooks and notebooks and extra papers and quizzes you’d kept to study just in case. He spent three days carefully organizing all of it on your desk and putting papers into folders and putting different textbooks all in order alphabetically.

You knew he was only doing it because he wanted to be near you to watch out for you without suffocating you or asking you if you were okay. You were just exhausted, and even when you walked – which was usually at a purposeful and quick speed that even Harry had to jog to keep up with from time to time – had slowly significantly to a languid and purposeless stroll.

So you allowed him to do his little organizing, stopping every once in a while to read a paper, or flip through the marked and worn pages of your textbooks. It occurred to him the ridiculous and meticulous amount of work you’d put into knowing every little thing, and he wondered if maybe it had just gotten to the point where you’d just started memorizing your textbooks. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever worked this hard in his life. Sure, memorizing scripts or writing songs was difficult, but he always had others to back him up. And you were on your own. Your entire education was on your shoulders.

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For @cupnoodle-queen, who is bae and the best kind of trouble.

It was dark. You stood outside the tent on the campgrounds, a loose sweater framing your figure. Even though it was summer, the nights were cool––morning dew had started to form on the grass below while the stars beaded the night sky.

You looked out at the horizon, jagged with mountains and trees. Your body felt sluggish, but your mind raced. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen once you finally got to Altissia, couldn’t quell that feeling deep in your gut that something wasn’t quite right.

You were startled out of your thoughts when you heard rustling from behind you. Gladio emerged from the tent in his sleeping attire, which was just a pair of boxers, rubbing the slumber from his eyes.

“Hey,” he mumbled, shuffling towards you with a yawn.

You smiled at him, reaching a hand out to take his. “Hi.”

Gladio came over and kissed the side of your head before sliding his arms around you protectively. “What’re you doing still up? I woke up and you weren’t there.”

You sighed. “Sorry, love. Couldn’t sleep.”

Gladio frowned. He led you over to the chairs by the charred embers of the long-dead fire. He sat down and pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. He radiated heat and you felt it seeping through the sleeves of your sweater.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?”

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pausing momentarily. “Everything.”

“You know,” he said after a beat of silence, slipping his hand under the hem of your sweater to rub circles against your hip. “You can talk to me. About anything.”

You looked up at him, tracing the new scar that horizontally marred his forehead. “Like how you talked to me when you left without a word?”

Gladio went quiet, and his hand stilled.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I shouldn’t have said that. You had your reasons.”

You moved to get up, but Gladio’s strong arms tugged you back into his grip. “Don’t apologize for that,” he sighed, his gaze cast downward. “I should have told you the reason. But to be honest, I was scared. Scared and embarrassed that I couldn’t protect Noct, couldn’t protect you. And what am I if I can’t do that?”

You shifted so that you could face him, stroking your thumbs along the stubble lining his jaw. “You’re Gladiolus Amicitia,” you stated firmly. “You’ve saved me more times than I can even count. And not just from physical dangers, but from my own mind. And I love you for it.”

Gladio’s hand slid behind your neck and pulled you in for a slow, languid kiss. It was sleepy and perfect, neither one of you wanting to pull away first. When you finally did, you kept your lips just barely touching his, and you felt his mouth grazing yours with every spoken word.

“I love you too. Even if you are a pain in the ass.”

You laughed and swatted at him, and he only pulled you in closer.

“Let’s be more honest with each other, yeah?” he asked, playing with the hem of your sweater. “Let me share your burden. That’s why I’m here.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

The two of you ended up talking for a while longer, curled up against one another in the lawn chair by the unlit campfire. The two of you eventually fell asleep like that, and you couldn’t even remember closing your eyes. Just the steady heartbeat that lulled you into a dreamless slumber.

The next morning, Ignis surfaced from the tent, rolling his shoulders and stretching out, ready to start breakfast. He caught a glimpse of the two of you, still sleeping in the lawn chair as the sun started to rise higher in the sky. He smiled to himself at the sight, and ducked back into the tent momentarily.

He re-emerged with a blanket, and went over to drape it over you both. He watched for a second longer as you burrowed a little closer to Gladio’s chest, while his hands tightened around your waist.

Ignis smiled to himself, and left to give you a little more privacy. He poured himself a cup of Ebony and tried to keep the noise down to a minimum as he began preparing breakfast, figuring he could give you two a little more time before starting the day.

BTS reaction to being in a relationship with an honest and skinship loving girlfriend

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He would appreciate your honesty so much, but would hold back with the skinship in public places. He seems more like the type of guy who would reserve the act of kissing and touching each other for when you are alone.

“I feel like kissing, but we’ll wait until we’re home, okay?”

Originally posted by hohbi


As he seems like an honest person as well, not holding back on what he thinks, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, he would appreciate your honesty as well. Every time you see each other or say goodbye he gives you a kiss, lingering a little longer since he enjoys your love for skinship, but also knows his limits.

“I’d do so much more than just kiss, but I think the hyungs would say something if we do it in the studio.”

Originally posted by hidden--demons


Namjoon would feel like he yould always rely on you telling him the truth about what you think. I feel like he would be more open to skinship in public, always holding you close, giving you kisses throughout the day whenever you’re together, and so on.

“I love how you always know what to say. You’ll get a kiss for that.”

Originally posted by melolagniaphilia


Hobi loves skinship and combined with an honest personality? He’d be all over you, making sure you always feel his love through hugs, kisses and more hugs, no matter where you are or what you’re doing. He would enjoy talking with you since he would feel like he can trust you with all of his heart.

“Jagi-yah~ I have a surprise for you!”

Originally posted by dibidibidismynameisjhope


Jimin would be shy af whenever you want to hold his hand or give him a quick kiss. However, when you would be at home alone, he would love the fact you wanted to be as close to him as possible, loving the attention you give him. Your honesty would a factor why he would feel safe around you.

“Not here okay? Wait until we’re home…okay just one kiss but make it quick!”

Originally posted by jmins


He would be very open about skinship, because he would want to be as close to you as possible whenever you were together. He would always give you a kiss out of the blue whenever he thought you were being cute…which would be pretty much always. Since he thinks a lot and wants to share his thoughts, he would always rely on you to be straight up with him, loving your honest nature.

“Come here, I want to give you a kiss, you’re just too cute~!

Originally posted by agustddarling


He would be uncomfortable at first with your love for skinship, adjusting slowly to how you just wnated to close to him. It would take a lot from him to show his love to you in public however and he would try to ask you to keep your kisses for when were alone. Your honesty would appeal to him a lot and he would feel like he could talk to you about anything.

“Ehm, could you maybe not hold onto my hand so tightly? I know how much you love, but now is not the time.”

*gives you a quick kiss as a way to make you feel better*

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


anonymous asked:

Did you watch the latest interview? -from mym buzz- i am writing this from my grave because i think i died at 3:23 the way she looks at her the way he conforts her like "yeah you did okay" and also some #sprouselilishoulder there. he couldn't resist such cuteness😂

++ and ive just caught another touching at 6:33 😂😂

Anonymous said: Hey!!! did you see the latest #sprousehart interview that came? IM STILL ON THAT SHOULDER TOUCH ❤️❤️❤️


1. I love that she is so protective of the Bughead ship name. WHO in the world prefers Jetty?!

2. Lili’s body language when Cole says ‘erotic’. She makes a face to him, and then theres this deep inhale that I am very intrigued by. 

3. AGAIN with the looks, honestly these fucking heart eyes they give each other. 

4. “..for that bacteria to bloom” @ Cole lol what the fuck. Lili “Oook”

5. Constantly making each other giggle aargghhhghghg

6. Lili looks a bit tired? Poor sunflower

7. Them talking about Bughead and their struggles and their love - what I appreciate most about it that they both used the word “real”. 

8. KFJEEDJWDDNFR them looking at each other to try to remember and figure out where they are in the story. SO FUCKING CUTE. *Aka an excuse to stare at each other for a really long time*

9. THERE IT IS, my dear anon. #Sprouselilishoulder. Right there. When she needed it. When she asked for ‘reassurance’ and he gave it to her in a heartbeat gahd. 

10. They really do listen INTENSELY to each other don’t they? 

11. YAAASSSS YAAAS you are definitely right, he “slaps” her arm at 6.33, when saying “OUR time up in Vancouver blablabla” and the best part is that she doesn’t even flinch, so used to it. They make me fall in love. 

Natural Flirt

Dean Ambrose x reader

Dean has been flirty lately. (y/n) is doing an interview with him in the ring and he starts really flirting with her. Lots of crowd reactions. Her getting flustered.

Originally posted by lesliedenae

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I remember reading smth about a girl mistaking a guy for a mannequin and began to like check his clothes, and screamed when he moved. But like, imagine it as Sheith?

Shiro is walking in the mall and he sees this mannequin (Keith). With mullet? Confused, he walked over and gently brushed his hand over the mullet, his hand touching the neck. Keith turns around, startled and Shiro shrieks as he leaps away, causing Keith to freak out too. They stare each other, eyes wide and confused. Then they laugh.

Shiro then apologizes, flustered but Keith continues to laughs, shaking his head.

Aaaaand, Shiro’s in love. So is Keith, lol. :’)

Fallingforyou - Young! James Potter x reader

Request: Hi! I was just scrolling through your blog and wondered if I could have an imagine James x (hufflepuff) reader and like they’re close friends that are falling for each other and it’s just really fluffy (and maybe a little smutty too at the end if that’s okay)? I love your blog and keep up the good work lovely 😊

Little whatever: I kinda based this on the song Fallingforyou bij The 1975

Y/N sat the Hufflepuff table, waiting for her best friend, James Potter, to come and brag about the quidditch match Gryffindor just won. She was busy thinking about the quidditch guy that she flinched a little when a hand touched her shoulder. ‘Lost in the sea of your thoughts?’ Asked a familiar voice dramatically. ‘James! Finally!’ she exclaimed smiling up at him.

James sat down next to her. ‘I was busy giving signatures,’ he grinned. ‘And here we go,’ sighted Y/N, still with a slight smile on her face. ‘Come on, admit it, I was awesome!’ he said, stealing a carrot that was laying on Y/N plate. ‘Dude! That’s mine!’ she tried to slap him, but had already stood up and was standing just out of reach for the hufflepuff girl to touch. He ate the stolen carrot slow, watching the Hufflepuff, who was looking at him with her fake anger face.

‘I so hate you!’ she laughed. ‘I would hate you too if you stole one carrot of course!’ he answered sarcastically, sitting down again. She still slapped him on his shoulder, a small happy feeling entering her stomach in the small second they touched. James looked up, as if he felt the same and then smiled at the girl. ‘Do I have anything on my face or?’ James asked her. ‘Huh? What?’ only now releasing she was staring at Potter.

‘Oh, no, I just, nothing,’ she smiled, looking back at her plate. ‘You don’t need to be afraid of your feelings for me, it is normal for girls to have a crush on the James Potter,’ the curly-haired guy said jokingly. She laughed, but she wanted to say that she was afraid. She was afraid of falling in love, and she is afraid of him not liking her back.

And when you are afraid, you push the thing you are afraid of away. ‘James, I should go, I don’t feel very well and I really don’t feel like hearing you talk about yourself-‘ she stood up, ‘-that sounded so rude, wow, just don’t search for me okay? See you soon, I guess?’
James just sat there, staring at the girl walking away. Mumbling a soft and long  ‘okay then’, he felt guilty, but he didn’t know what for.
The day after Y/N was sitting at the lake, hoping for James to notice her but also hoping that he would leave her alone. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the feelings she has for James, she was afraid of which feelings he had for her.
It only took James 5 minutes to find Y/N, he knew every place that she liked, the lake was her favourite place for when she wanted to be alone, or with a person she trusted and liked a lot. He quietly sat down next to her. ‘Hellow,’ he said smiling towards her. ‘You missed me, didn’t you? I would miss me,’ Y/N said pulling at the grass. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t miss me,’ answered James smoothly.

‘Bloody sure I did-‘ it was quiet for a second ‘-not.’ James grinned and shove a little closer to the Hufflepuff girl, their knees now touching. Y/N looked at the touching parts, the funny feeling was back in her stomach. Part of her wanted to move, the other part wanted to have more than just knees touching.
‘Did I do anything? Yesterday?’ James asked. ‘No, I just didn’t feel good,’ she smiled. ‘The lake always looks so peaceful doesn’t it?’ Potter looked at Y/N opening his mouth: ‘But you are good now, right?’
‘Good now, yes, how are you?’ she asked James. ‘I am great.’ Again, there was a silence, and it wasn’t like most times, it was an awkward silence. ‘Hey, can I come to the Hufflepuff common room tonight? Hang out?’ Asked the Gryffindor, breaking the silence. ‘Yeah, sure,’ answered Y/N. ‘Cool, after dinner?’ ‘Yeah.’
It was after dinner now, James and Y/N were sitting on one of the cosy couches in de the Hufflepuff common room, talking about that one guy that fell during quidditch practice, since it was a Slytherin both of the students found it quite funny.

It took James a lot of self-control to not touch Y/N again, the boy was afraid that earlier the day she didn’t like the fact that their knees were touching. But that wasn’t true, she did like it, but she also didn’t. It was the insecurity that made them both feel uncomfortable and kind of awkward around each other. ‘James, really, what’s wrong?’ asked Y/N, seeing that James had been distracted the whole time.

James looked around him, avoiding Y/N’s worried eyes. ‘Nothing, I am not the one acting strange!’ he said finally. ‘You are!’ she responded. ‘You haven’t relaxed a muscle the whole day.’ James had a point, she wasn’t really relaxed when James was around anymore. ‘You aren’t even looking at me,’ she exclaimed. ‘I know, it’s just I can’t look at you without…’ James looked at her, a grin on his face.

‘Without wanting to kiss you,’ he finally ended the sentence. ‘That’s not funny, James.’ James slowly took her face in his hands, Y/N getting even more nervous. ‘I wasn’t kidding,’ he said before bringing his lips to hers. The feeling in Y/N belly again popped up, this time worse than ever, but she wasn’t afraid anymore, because now she knew he felt the same. ‘I think I fell for you,’ Y/N said after the kiss.

The rest of the night was spend cuddling on the couch, whispering soft ‘I love you’s’ to each other and a lot of forehead kisses.

my thoughts on 5x12

Okay so it’s been a rough time since last night. I went to bed after midnight and wind woke me up around 2:30am and I was unable to fall back asleep until about 5:30, but then I had to wake up at 7 to get kids ready for school. So I’m functioning on a sleep deficit. And it’s still windy which is making my house shake and Temple of Doom is on my TV and this all feels Very Appropriate

So let’s do this thing. 

  • Susan still bugs the crap out of me and if I hadn’t been just plain happy to see Lance back on my screen, I would have been THRILLED at him interrupting her and Oliver’s “we haven’t had sex yet” talk.
  • honestly, if i’d been on the ball, I would have recognized that as foreshadowing but I DIDN’T, I was too busy being horrified at the mention of it. I’m a naive viewer, folks. 
  • It was so bad. 
  • But the team is going back to Russia! 
  • Oliver gives Felicity his Token Protest when she says she’s going with, but she actually has a very good reason to want to go. In fact, I’d say out of all of them, Dig and Felicity have the most reason to be there. Dinah has the least. But she was actually helpful last night so I give her a pass. 
  • Great, now I want Dinah and Felicity in the field together. Maybe Thea too, once we get her back in her proper place. (THE BUNKER)
  • ANYHOW, where was I?
  • Russia should be snowier this time of year, don’t you think? It’s gonna be hilarious in a few months when it’s full on spring and there’s snow all over Star City. Sometimes Van City weather cooperates and sometimes we get this year’s weird ass weather. 
  • The Quentin and Rene scenes are awesome and I’m really starting to like Rene a lot more. I’m actually looking forward to his story next week.
  • Felicity going dark is the hottest thing. I was so riveted to the screen when she was threatening that poor SOB. I’m as straight as they come but for a minute there I was all “do me, Dark Felicity!”
  • The PERFECT parallel between her threatening that guy and Oliver threatening the guy in 2x06 is literally giving me life rn. 
  • Felicity is doing the same shit Oliver did in s1 and 2 and that means that HE is the one who can help her find her light again. YAS YAS YAS. 
  • Omg this reunion is gonna be amaze. 
  • ANYHOW yes where was I? OH YES. DIG. Dig was on fire tonight but unlike our dear Felicity, he actually found himself again. Which I think is great cuz he’ll be better at seeing Felicity needs an intervention than Oliver will be, at least initially. 
  • Oliver is 50 kinds of distracted. 
  • It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m over it. It’s terrible but I’ll live. 
  • Here’s the thing, knowing the whys and getting the story beat and being mostly okay doesn’t mean I like SEEING it. 
  • And I really fucking hate seeing it. 
  • But 90 seconds out of an otherwise really good episode (with LOTS of great OTA stuff in it) is a small price to pay. 
  • And idgaf what Wendy says, Susan is shady af. 
  • That said, I don’t expect there to be BETRAYAL! LIES! CURSE YOU! from Oliver. Cuz he’s Growing™. 
  • Whatever. Olicity hugged. That’s the love scene that I cared about last night. 
  • But he RAN TOWARDS HER all concerned and she was shaking and ran to him and they just EMBRACED. 
  • and then he shielded her when there was the blast
  • and I just have a lot of feelings about my OTP touching and taking care of and loving each other okay?
  • Also, Felicity, don’t think I didn’t notice that you were ready to sacrifice yourself there. My heart hurts for you, girl. I hope you forgive yourself soon. 
  • I’m sorry to see Rory go but not AS sorry as I would have been back in 5a. I wasn’t 100% comfortable with him just sitting around talking to Felicity all the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
  • So yeah. Good episode. Not great. But solid. Susan can choke. 

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

I Never Wanted to let her go

“Today is the day I am letting her go. I love her, and I always will but it’s time to let her go. I think it’s for the best. I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of getting my hopes up for absolutely nothing. I’m tired of being let down. She isn’t the same girl I fell for, but that’s okay… people change right? I mean everything happens for a reason right? I will be okay. She’s slowly leaving my mind. She has been lately. It’s weird, I’m not used to not having her on my mind 24/7. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt seeing her. It’s going to hurt so much. I guess it’s just a part of moving on. I hate trying to move on when I still love her. We lost each other. Nothing is the same. I Can’t even recall the last time our eyes met. I can’t feel anything anymore. I’m trying. She is so beautiful and I once thought she was the one. I hoped that she was. It’s funny how fast people can fade away. Even when everything is going okay, you just know something is missing. I just feel weird thinking about falling in love with anybody but her. I love her so much. She doesn’t even realize I don’t think. I’ve gotten used to craving her touch and aching for her presence. I just wanted her closer, yet she keeps getting farther, and farther away from me. At least that’s what it feels like. I’ll never love anybody the way I loved her. Nobody will ever make me feel the way she did. I don’t know or understand how to feel anymore. Maybe we just need to redefine our love again. I know we’re both lost in each other but I can’t seem to find my way out of this one. I can’t figure anything out anymore. ”

I found this written on two pieces of notebook paper under my mattress today. It was written about 4 months ago, and I realized how love isn’t always what it seems. How fast love can just fade away in the blink of an eye, and how somebody that used to be your everything is soon your nothing. I used to think I loved this girl. For three years.. I thought I loved someone. Why does the heart do this to us? Was it lust? Lust for three years? I still remember the day I realized I stopped loving her. When we were together it felt empty. It felt lost. I felt lost. She kissed me and I didn’t feel anything for the first time. We were just two humans sitting on the earth. No connection anymore. No butterflies. No fast heart beats. Just us. Everything was gone for me. One part of this may have been because i met someone new. Someone who swept me off my feet into a place I can not explain. It was different. It felt different. The feelings I had for this new girl were insane. That’s when I knew. I knew that my “love” for the girl I “loved” for three years wasn’t real. I fell for someone new. I never thought I’d be able to. But I did. I’m so happy I did. Now I’m starting to feel what real love is like. What it feels like to really really fall in love. I guess what I’m trying to say is, love is so dangerous. Every aspect of love is something you’re not expecting. You don’t know if it’s real or not, you’re just going along with what your heart says. Maybe you’ll get your heart broken in such a bad way that you never want to love again, or maybe your heart will be so full filled that you never want to stop smiling. It’s scary how something so big a can turn into nothing so fast. I’d say to be careful with the words “I love you” but no, life’s too short to not love. I stopped loving her for a reason. That reason may have been the universe letting me know that she, in fact, wasn’t the one, or simply because I had found someone new. Someone that would make me believe love really is real. You realize how real love is when you meet someone special. Everyone else around them seems to fade away and they’re the only thing you see. This new beginning feels so right. This new love is everything I need to fight for.

Little Things in Hamilton

So I saw Hamilton yesterday, and it was amazing, and because I know not a lot of people will be able to see it with the original broadway cast, I thought I would make a list of things that  surprised me during the show. (Yes that is a ridiculously long sentence. I’m emotional). There will be spoilers.  

Obviously, I can only say these things as they were performed during my particular show. No performance is EXACTLY the same, so other people may have picked up on different things or actors may make different choices etc. I think it’s also important to point out that Jon Rua was playing Hamilton in the performance I saw, not Lin. 

Okay, here we go. This is going to be super messy and full of run on sentences, so bear with me.  

*The actors seemed to be playing the fact that Hamilton and Laurens loved each other.  The moment that really struck me was just before “The Ten Duel Commandments” when Hamilton says, “Laurens, don’t throw away your shot” Hamilton grabs Laurens by the front of his shirt and pulls him close so they’re noses are practically touching. 

*In the soundtrack, when Burr says, “This man will not make an orphan of my daughter!” his voice kind of cracks, but in the stage production he lets out a little sob and it freaking broke my heart. 

*When Phillip dies, after the song ends there is a moment of really horrible silence, and then Eliza screams. I mean like, a heartbreaking, loud scream, and then she collapses on top of Lauren’s body, sobbing and Hamilton is trying to comfort her but doesn’t really know what to do, and then he just stands there  half on the table with Philiip, holding him, awkwardly patting Eliza’s back and sobbing and just OW. 

*There is a scene that’s not in the soundtrack, when Hamilton finds out Laurens is dead. It’s just after “Dear Theodosia” when they’re all happy and Hamilton is grinning from ear to ear about his son and Eliza comes in with the letter. And Hamilton is like, “It’s from Laurens, I’ll read it later.” and she’s says, “No it’s from his father,” and Hamilton doesn’t quite realize what’s happening yet, and he asks her to read the letter out loud to him and as she reads that Laurens is dead his face goes completely blank for a second. Like no expression. Laurens is off to the side, dressed in white, singing “raise a glass to freedom” and stuff and Hamilton looks over at him and his face just completely crumbles and Eliza asks if he’s alright and he stands up so quickly his chair falls over and just says, “I have so much work to do,” and runs off stage. 

*In “The World Was Wide Enough” Hamilton turns around and addresses the audience when he gives his perspective on the duel. And when he says, “Washington is watching from the other side” Washington actually comes on stage and like grabs Hamilton’s hand. When Hamilton sings, “my love take your time, I’ll see you on the other side,” he reaches out a hand like he’s reaching for Eliza, and he’s crying, and his hand is shaking terribly, and it was so freaking EMOTIONAL I WAS NOT READY. 

*Also, in “The World Was Wide Enough” after the duel, Burr actually has to stop singing for a second because he is crying, and just OW 

*In “Satisfied” they really do rewind. it is the coolest thing. The actors repeat Every. Single. Motion. exactly as they did in “helpless” and I don’t even know how they did it but ohmygoodness it was so cool 

*The set is incredible and things are constantly moving on stage. People are throwing chairs, the stage is rotating….it’s beautiful and done so brilliantly 

*All of the battle scenes. Like. SO. MUCH TENSION. it was amazing 

*Daveed Diggs(not 100% sure I spelled that correctly)  is amazing as Jefferson and really interacts with the audience. In, “What Did I Miss?” he blows his kiss to the audience, and at one point bent down and said, “Hi!” the the front row. 

*In “The Reynolds Pamphlet” when Jefferson says, “Have you read this?” he is actually talking to the audience, and he throws the papers down into the front row (or off the stage. I wasn’t in the front so I’m not 100% sure) 

*During both cabinet battle songs, the actors encourage the audience to yell and scream encouragement at Jefferson and Hamilton

*During “Burn” Eliza freaking lights a piece of paper on fire on stage and holds the burning paper while singing. She drops it at the last second into a bucket and then throws more paper on the fire and there’s like a tiny fire on stage and it was very intense 

* Eliza is really central to everything and all of the characters respect her. During the finale they part ways for her to come out and tell her story, and Washington actually bows to her and just ahgaksghskgha YOU GO ELIZA 

*Before the show starts, King George speaks to the audience over the loudspeaker and it is hilarious 

*King George is actually on stage more than I expected. After his final song, he pulls up a stool and watches from the side as Hamilton ruins his own life, laughing and dancing…and then during “Reynolds Pamphlet” he runs across stage and throws the pamphlet in Alexander’s face 

*The expression on Hamilton’s face whenever Eliza is in the room breaks my heart he just loves her SO MUCH 

There are so many more amazing moments that I am sure I’m forgetting…if you’ve seen it, please add to this list. Or if anyone wants to talk about the show, please message me! 

Shaky Hands and Heart

Request: Could you do a fanfiction where Newt has a panic attack and the reader calms him down. I love all your other fanfictions!!! 😍😍😍

~I have had panic attacks before, so I used my own experience as a reference, kind of. Thank you for requesting and liking my writing! It means a lot. :) I hope you enjoy!~

You climbed down into the case and started walking around, trying to find Newt. It was getting close to time for you to sleep, you were really tired from the day’s events.

“Newt?” you called out, searching for him. Hearing his voice from nearby, you turned and followed it.

You cleared some bushes out of the way and saw Newt pacing around the Bowtruckle tree, looking around frantically.

“Newt? Love, what’s wrong?” you asked, walking over to him.

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After rewatching The Chronicles of Narnia - Voyage of the Dawn Treader last night, I really gotta say, i’m surprised and slightly disappointed that tumblr isn’t all over this movie and that there isn’t more Caspian/Edmund fic out there because they are so?!?? very gay??!? in this movie??!!?!? Like, so gay. I s2g, pause the movie at any given point and Caspian and Edmund are basically 0,003 seconds away from making out. 

It’s like the creators looked at the script and went: “Okay, but like, aside from the super obvious Jesus/Christianity metaphors we gotta include, how can we put as much gay subtext into this prudish children’s book without anyone noticing and yelling at us for corrupting the children.”

An incomplete list of GAY SUPREME!!!1!1! moments between Caspian and Edmund:

  • here u r hot and wet, lemme put this blanket around ur shoulder and allow my hand to linger there for like five minutes
  • here, boo, I kept ur torch safe for u after u forgot it here during ur last visit pls take this phallic symbol of my devotion for u
  • slightly homoerotic swordfight training that ends with us basically pressed up against each other and staring into each other’s eyes
  • also did I mention staring a whole lot
  • and TouCHIng ALL THE TIME
  • also let me just subtly stand next to you EVERY GODDAMN MOMENT OF THE MOVIE
  • u know, being thrown into a dungeon would’ve been a lot more fun if ur sister wasn’t just being sold on the slave market an there wasn’t an old dude in the cell with us, god, can’t we ever catch a break?
  • my loyal subject just gave me this magical sword that belonged to my father HERE BOO U SHOULD HAVE IT
  • sleeping in hammocks next to each other, so close that we could probably hold hands if we wanted to,  what do u mean we r both kings and should probably both have our own chambers???
  • I know we just had a lover’s quarrel in front of ur sister (awkward!! seriously boo we can talk about who is the more powerful king gets to top any time but not in front of the relatives omg) bc the Deathwater bewitched us but I’ll go with u to look for ur annoying cousin anyway 
  • EDMUND!!! ED!!! FuckINg DRAgon don’t abduct my boo!!
  • stARGaZIng??!! toGEther?!! AT niGHt wHILe evERyonE elSE iS SleePIng?! real subtle boys
  • baring ur soul to one another
  • ok i don’t wanna be unfaithful but this woman is seriously hot - oh wait, u think she is hot too? darling…how do u feel about threesomes?
  • “In case we don’t get through….whatever this is…I want you to know…. I think of you as my brother. that I love you ” - *BLUSH* “me, too”
  • let me just help u get out of put on ur armour STRICTLY PLATONIC OF COURSE THERE IS NO GAY HERE NUH UH *cough*
  • more sword related dick jokes I could make here like SO MANY
  • good speech boo I am proud of you *heart eyes*
  • EDMUND!! fucking sea serpent if u touch him i’mma cut u omg ru okay bby did u hurt urself when u fell here lemme help u up and stare at u in the middle of the battle
  • clinging to each other during the goodbye hug with tears in their fucking eyes 
  • loOK 
  • seriously they changed so much from the books when they made the movie adaptation couldn’t they just throw subtlety into the wind and have them smooch
  • more Caspian/Edmund 2k15
Boyfriend Hobi
  • you are literally dating the sun
  • always getting complimented
  • you could literally be in a trash bag and this boy would think your the most beautiful thing to grace this earth
  • your house would never be quiet like there is always music playing 
  • he would always be tickling you or pinching your cheeks
  • couple fuckboy bucket hats
  • you knowing all these random dance facts 
  • him constantly peppering your face in kisses
  • until he starts kissing all down your body whoops
  • MaSsAgEs
  • teaching you dances like ‘Baepsae’ and just laughing the whole time
  • he always insists on making you breakfast 
  • like there would be no arguments
  • because every time he felt a minor disagreement was escalating he’d start doing the ‘Touch my Body’ dance or some other one and whatever problem you had just went away
  • frolicking in parks
  • grocery shopping would be so much fun like both of you skipping up and down each isle 
  • swiping like entire shelves into the buggy
  • you want this thing okay np throw it in the cart 
  • biting his lip and giving a suggestive look
  • “stop that”
  • “i don’t know what your talking about baby”
  • he loves holding you and squeezing you tight 
  • cute video messages when he’s away
  • doing aegyo whenever your sad or stressed
  • he would surprise you with huge expensive gifts like a giant teddy bear and roses every once in a while
  •  every time you would do aegyo he’d act like he got shot or whenever you gave him a small peck he would scream 
  • seeing a spider and suggesting you guys move
  • anything you needed you would have no matter what it was 
  • you would feel so special and beautiful bc of him 
  • theres literally no downside in dating hobi its a beautiful thing and 100% recommend

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to the person that requested this i hope you like it

Dating Junhoe Would Include

“what would dating Junhwe from IKON be like ? I LOVE LOVE LOVE your blog btw, it makes me happy. Thank you in advance !! saranghae”

Anon was hella cute, I can’t. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Junhoe so I am very happy to do this one. That sassy, tall, really attractive bean <3

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I see the askbox open! ❤ What about Aomine and fem!s/o in a long distance relationship where they can only meet 2-3 times a year and this year they meet during Christmas? It's rough on them but they love each other 😢 maybe NSFW where Aomine just snaps because he just wants to touch s/o after so long? I hope this is okay :'D (Oraclic)

it is a holy day, why do y’all want sex BUT OKAY I CANT SAY NO

His body enveloped yours, like how a familiar old sweater grazes your torso when you put it on again. He fit within every corner of your skin and you held onto him tightly, as if you held him long enough, your cells would begin to merge, and he would never leave your side again. 

Long distance was hard, but you knew it was only for a period of time, since Aomine was a professional athlete and you were a study abroad student. But, when the holidays came around, it was time to come home — and for you, home was not just a place; it was not just your mother’s crowded apartment or the paved streets of the town that you grew up in. It was within individuals close to your heart, and your boyfriend, Aomine Daiki, was one of them.

You inhaled his scent: the scent that lingered on your clothing days after you boarded your respective planes. You used to wear a different article of clothing each time you saw him during the short week you had together, just so he could hug you and transfer a piece of him — a piece of hair or his musky aroma — onto you so you could pack it away in your suitcase and carry it to wherever you headed to next. 

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, his large hand stroking your hair. He was bundled up in the navy knitted scarf you shipped to him earlier this month, and his piercing eyes were hidden behind closed lids and soft eyelashes you loved to kiss. 

“I missed you so fucking much,” you mumbled into his coat. He nodded, lifting your chin to kiss your forehead. “I know,” he smirked slightly, and you pinched the skin on his neck in response to his snark. He pulled you inside his empty room; his clothes were barely unpacked and the sheets were neatly made, indicative of his lack of presence. 

“Let’s lay together,” he says, an unusual air of gentleness around him, and you both kicked off your shoes, socks, and outerwear to cradle within one another’s arms. His arms were home – his body a familiar yet foreign terrain. Touching him was like coming home for the first time in a year and realizing how the little things have changed. His abdominals have hardened, his biceps have gotten fleshier, and his jawline more defined, you realized as you trailed small nips and kisses down his throat. His voice, nevertheless, was the same — throaty, a bit rough and scratchy like your favorite navy wool sweater. 

His moans sounded familiar; you both had phone sex or cammed intimately some days of the month, but hearing it live — hearing his sharp bursts of breath while he dominated your body was another experience. 

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he groans, running his hands across your belly — a singular finger tracing your nipple down to your belly button. “You’re more beautiful than how I remembered you,” he sighs. “You saw this couple weeks ago,” you teased, but he shook his head, eyes staring at the curve of your hips and outline of your breasts sensuously. He was entranced by your shape, the way your skin shone against the dim moonlight hidden by the curtains. 

“It’s different up close,” he whispers in finality, and being a man with not many words, he took your body silently — only allowing himself feral grunts and groans. When your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deep into your heat, he rocked forward, your foreheads touching as his lower body penetrated you again and again. 

When it was all over, you both laid in your mess — sweaty, jet-lagged, and a little smelly. He scooped you in a warm embrace, and your limbs tangled into one another lazily, as your arms, legs, hands, fingers mingled among one another. You became one with him that night, when all too often you were apart. 

You hummed to the tune of “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” because truly, you were home — in this short moment in time with the man you loved. 

Happy Valentine’s Day

Request for @brainwashed-fangirl: (For the Calendar thing you’re doing) a Valentine’s Day lap dance for Josh *i would have said Tyler but he is too precious* 

Word count: 1,500+

Warning: NSFW

I sighed into the phone currently pressed against my ear, “Okay Jen, Valentine’s Day is literally tomorrow and I still have no idea what to do for Josh.”

Jenna laughed, “(Y/N)! Why did you wait this long?”

Throwing my free arm above my head, I groaned, “Ugh I don’t even know, I just have no idea what to do. Like, does he want dinner and a movie? Or a watch? A tie? Oh, wait, ties are Father’s Day, right? Oh geez, I’m hopeless.”

“Yes (Y/N), ties are Father’s Day,” she chuckled, “Besides, Josh and Tyler aren’t really that into material things. Tyler and I are just going to a nice dinner. I could invite you guys?”

Although she couldn’t see me, I waved my hand dismissively in the air, “No, it’s okay, I don’t want to infringe on your Tyler-time.” I spoke melodramatically.

Jenna chuckled on the other end, “Thank you- but really, Josh would be happy with just a night with you as a V-Day gift. I wouldn’t stress about it too much.”

I laughed, “If only I could slap a bow on my-” realization slapped me in the face, “I gotta go Jen, I think I know what to do for Josh.”

“Uh okay… just be careful where that bow goes, and I want all the details- wait, not those details, like the other details- like… you know what I mean.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, “Peace out, ho.”

I waited for her to say goodbye before hanging up. Flinging my blanket off my lap, I hopped off the couch and searched for my keys. It was time to make a Victoria Secret run.

“(Y/N)? What’s this?” I heard Josh call from downstairs.

Today was the day and I had decided to go all out. I shut off all the lights and lit candles and sprinkled red rose petals trailing up to my room. Getting josh here was the easy part.

“Jooossshhhh,” I called from my room, trying to be seductive.

“Should these candles be here just, like, out? I don’t want you to burn your house down.” He shouted up to me.

I rolled my eyes, “Josh. Have you ever seen a romantic movie in your life? Just follow the trail-” of course, now I couldn’t stop picturing Josh’s big foot knocking over a candle and igniting my house.

“Um, but, like, if you could blow them out as you go along?” I asked, wringing my hands.

Josh didn’t reply, but I heard him laugh and make his way upstairs.

Finally reaching my bedroom, he peeked his head around the doorframe, “Helloooo?”

I stepped into his view and let the small silky robe I was wearing fall off my shoulders, revealing the white lace bralette and g-string set underneath.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Josh smiled, making his eyes crinkle. He stepped forward and rested his calloused hands on my bare hips, “How’d I get so lucky?”

I smirked and stepped out of his grip, leading him to the edge of my bed. Placing a small hand on his chest, I lightly pushed him back onto it.

“Any requests?” I asked, looking through the playlist on my phone.

He smirked at me, “Twenty One Pilots?”

I rolled my eyes and put on my go-to song for getting me in the mood. It was slow and never failed to make my skin tingle.

I walked over to Josh, “Do you really think that’d be a good idea?”

He looked at me, “What?”

I leaned into his ear and began tracing light patterns over the crotch of his jeans, “To listen to your best friend sing while I suck you off?”

Pulling away just in time to see Josh’s dumbfounded facial expression, I smirked to myself, proud of the effect I had on him.

I slowly crouched in front of him, trailing my hands down his thighs. Resting my hands on his kneecaps, I pulled Josh’s legs apart. I slowly ran my hands up his thighs again as I got up in beat with the song. As my hands got closer to his pelvis, I made sure my thumbs brushed along his crotch. I looked at Josh, the sexual frustration evident on his face. He sucked in a breath as I slowly traced a finger along his jawline.

Josh leaned in for a kiss and I pulled back, “Nope. You can look, but you can’t touch.”

My lap dancing experience was limited, but I had a pretty good idea of what to do. Of course, most of my ideas came from various youtube videos and wikihow articles. However, that must’ve been enough, because Josh couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. His brown eyes stuck to me with every sway of my hips and flip of my hair.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I trailed my hands  along the curve of my breasts and down to my hips. One of the dance instructors on a video tutorial I watched said that it’s just as important to get yourself worked up as it is to get your partner turned on. It was hard to tell what exactly Josh was thinking. He kept his eyes on me, but the rest of his face was blank. And except for him occasionally reaching up to rub his chin, Josh did a remarkable job of staying still.

Trying to get a better reaction out of the mute boy, I pressed my hands down inbetween my legs and down my thighs, causing myself to moan. Turning around, I swayed my hips to the melody, knowing full well how much Josh liked my ass. I slowly turned back around and walked up to Josh. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my hips and guided them downwards towards my butt. He kept his hands there as I swayed and rolled my hips, using my own hands to tug on Josh’s soft, pink hair.

As the song came to a close, I straddled Josh’s lap, keeping my fingers tangled in his hair. I clearly had nothing to worry about, as I felt his arousal through his tight jeans. With a devilish grin, I moved my hips slightly to create friction. Josh bit his bottom lip and looked into my eyes, patiently waiting.

“Okay,” I whispered, “You can touch now.”

By this point I was just as turned on as he was, so I was elated when he pushed his lips to mine. Keeping his hands on my butt and mine in his hair, we pulled each other closer until we were forced to break apart. Even then, I put my forehead against his while I caught my breath.

“I take it you liked your gift?”

“I loved it,” he choked out.

I smiled and connected our lips. My hand moved to the back of his neck to anchor myself as I began to roll my hips on his. He groaned both out of pleasure and the pain of getting a boner in skinny jeans.

Smirking, I climbed off his lap, kneeling in front of him. Running my tongue along my bottom lip, I reached my hands up to Josh’s zipper. Josh leaned back on his hands and watched intently as I slowly pulled his pants down to his ankles. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and palmed him a couple times through his boxers before they joined his jeans.

Sliding my hands slowly up his thighs, I situated myself over his length, mouth wide open. Josh opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off by placing my lips around the head of his cock. Whatever he wanted to say was reduced to a high pitched squeak. I began swirling my tongue around the tip and Josh’s shaky hands gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail. I took in a deep breath through my nose and began bobbing my head up and down, Josh using my hair to guide me.

Josh wasn’t always the most vocal when it came to sex, which made it hard to tell what he liked and what he didn’t. However, after being with him for several months, I had learned some tricks that would have him on the edge in no time. Slowing down my pace, I laid my tongue flat against his vein. I moaned when Josh pulled my hair tighter. The vibrations from my mouth making him buck his hips up into my mouth. I gagged, but kept going. This time using my hands to pump what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“(Y/N)… I-I’m close.” Josh mumbled from above me.

I wasn’t a fan of the whole cumshot thing and neither was Josh, so I took my cue and removed him from my mouth. Now that his entire length was lubricated, I used my hands to get him to finish. He cummed with a long groan and small pants of my name.

I looked up at Josh, his hair sticking up in every which way and his face slightly red, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”


Okay first of all… I might of gotten a little carried away with this one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

ALSO I’m complete trash because I’ve been inactive af lately (exams are kind of kicking my ass tbh) 

P.S. I have like a whole playlist I listen to when I write smut, but for this one I listened to Yayo by Lana Del Rey and Hands on the Wheel by Schoolboy Q (I didn’t want to add a specific song in there so you could make it personal ya know)

And as always thanks for requesting! Hope you liked it! 

Dating Namjoon would include
  • U got no jams
  • listening to music together
  • you talking about casual things together then randomly switching to socratic paradox and existential issues
  • him using his mixtape lyrics to have his way with you : “ You’re the medicine patch that slowly eases my motion sickness. The time it takes to fall for you takes 3 seconds.. Take it off now babe just take it off….”
  • Movie marathons Netflix and chill dates 
  • Constant nagging and silly arguments
  • Him purposely putting your stuff on the top shelf to make you feel short and so that you’ll beg him to help you get it down  
  • you reading and discussing books together 
  • “I miss you.” you: “I’m in the next room, you idiot.”
  • him ruining all the furniture
  • “taehyung did it”
  • random backhugs and neck kisses
  • catching him staring at you admiringly
  • Him getting jealous
  • “Yah ! isn’t that too revealing”
  • you getting lectured 
  • The cuddle/tickle fight gone wrong if u na mean lol
  • him constantly needing to touch you
  • “how’s my angel?”
  • always calling each other pet names (earning several eye rolls from the members)
  • You’re distracting me  too much with Your Sexiness” you :” We need to stop being so in love with each other, gosh! “
  • “stop staring at me, Namjoon”
  • inside jokes
  • him spoiling you
  • him  constantly saying I love you and suga screaming “whipped” in the background 
  • cuddle sessions
  • “Fine, I’ll just go to the party on my own.” him: (Puts on tight jeans and shirt.) “Okay, I’m coming.”
  • deep late night talks
  • dirty comments
  • him giving up his sweater when you’re cold, with absolutely no hesitation
  • him being protective of you
  • being told how beautiful you are every day
  •  holding hands
  • roof top stargazing
  • his laugh 
  • his deep voice
  • “you’re crazy but I love you”
  • him not telling you the storyline of I NEED YOU x PROLOGUE x RUN
  • “Okay but who dies ? ”
  • “you don’t expect me to answer that do you ?” 
  • “Yes, I do expect an answer,”
  • “well get used to the disappointment”
  • “Don’t make me cut off your penis”  him “You’d miss it too much

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You’re The Song Stuck In My Head (Patrick Stump One Shot)

Based off the request: I was wondering if you could do a high school Patrick imagine because those are my favs

I pushed my reading glasses back up the bridge of my nose and turned the page in my text book. Finals were next week and I was trying to revise as much as possible.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” I heard a small voice small say from behind me. I turned around to see the lovable dork, Patrick, who I’ve also had a crush on for about two years.

“Hey, Patrick.” I greeted with a smile, he sat down beside me.

“What’cha doing there?” He asked me, he looked up to me, I could only just see his baby-blue eyes peaking out from under his hat.

“I’m revising for the finals. Which I’m failing miserably because it’s math and you know that I’m no good at math.” I complained.

“I could help you, if you want.” He offered.

“Oh my gosh, would you?” I asked.

“Yeah sure, m-my house after school?” He asked me nervously. I smiled at the thought of going to his house and spending time alone with him, even if it was just doing revision.

“Sounds great, thank you so much!” I said. He smiled and for a brief second our eyes met but he quickly looked away, his cheeks going a slight shade of red, I wasn’t sure what that meant but he looked pretty cute.

We stayed in the library for an additional ten minutes, just laughing and talking about nothing in particular, it was great.

The walk to Patrick’s house was pretty awkward, we were both too shy to say anything and other than talking about our school days it was pretty much just silent. After ten minutes of awkwardness, we finally got there.

“Oh hello Patrick! How was school?” His mom called from what I’m assuming is the kitchen.

“It was fine, mom.” Patrick replied.

“Oh! Who’s this?” She directed to me once she came into our view.

“She’s just a friend.” Patrick answered, getting very uncomfortable.

“I know what that means.” She replied with a forced wink. Patrick went bright red and I think I might of too.

“Oh my God, we’re going up stairs to study. Don’t bother us.” He said while escaping up the stairs with me just trailing behind. Once we get in he closes the door behind us.

“I’m so sorry about her.” He said, getting very flustered and still very red in the face.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” I answered, feeling very awkward.

“So, uh, math, that’s what we’re doing.” He got out his math text book and I got out mine, we sat down on his floor. I was sat with my back against his bed and was sat cross legged in front of me.

“So, if we start on this chapter, do you know how to do this?” He asked me, the awkwardness was now almost completely gone as Patrick got into teacher mode. I saw the chapter he was talking about and it was algebra.

“No, I’m terrible at algebra, it’s one of my worst topics.” I felt stupid, he was so much smarter than I at pretty much everything.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll help you.” He looked at me with a kind smile which made my heart melt.

After a while, I was slowly getting the hang of it, Patrick was really good at explaining and he was really patient for when I didn’t get it, I loved spending this time with him, not awkward, just super relaxed and chill.

We had finally finished and we both reached to turn the page onto the next chapter. Our hands touched, we both looked up and our eyes met. We looked at each other for a few moments and I don’t know about him but my heart was beating out of my chest. Before we knew it, we were both leaning in. Our noses touched, before we can make any further contact, my phone rang which made us both jump back. My cheeks went bright red as I answered my phone and I was glad whoever it was couldn’t see me, I didn’t dare look to look at Patrick out of sheer embarassment.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, (Y/N).” I heard my bestfriend chirp down the phone.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, still avoiding Patrick’s gaze.

“Nothing much. Hey, so there’s this party tonight and you’re coming.” She said forcefully. I groaned, parties really weren’t my thing.

“I don’t want to.” I whined.

“Tough, you’re coming with me.” She said.

“Can I bring Patrick?” I asked quietly, I saw him in the corner of my eye look in my direction.

“Ooo girl, you still trying to get on him?” I blushed profusely and I hoped to God that he didn’t hear that.

“Okay, bye!” I said and before she could reply, I had already hung up.

“What was that about?” Patrick asked, avoiding the obvious elephant in the room.

“There’s apparently a party tonight and we have to go.” I said, cringing at the idea already. So was he by the look on his face.

“A party? I don’t know, I mean they’re not really my scene..” He trailed off.

“No because if you don’t know I won’t have anyone to hang out with.” I pleaded.

“Fine, as long as you don’t leave me.” He said with a slight smile. 

“I wouldn’t want to.” I said boldly. There was a moment of silence where we just looked at each other, my gaze fell to his lips and all I could think of is how good it would feel to kiss them..

“I-I should probably go.” I said, my eyes still fixated on him as I stood up with my books and my bag. He stood up too which made me finally make eye contact with him again.

“Thanks for helping me.” I said quietly.

“No problem. See you tonight, I guess.” He replied softly.

I walked down the stairs and stopped at the door to say a final goodbye, as I walked down the path away from his house.

“Oh my God!” My best friend (Y/BF/N) squealed as I turned around in the little black dress she had let me borrow. “You look so hot!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“I don’t look that good..” I muttered, looking at myself in the mirror, I didn’t look horrible but I didn’t look great.

“Oh shut up you look stunning, Patrick is going to love it!” She insisted, I gave her a stern look but I couldn’t help but hope he would like it.

“I don’t know..” I trailed off, I wasn’t happy with it.

“Hmm, if we take..” She slid my glasses off and I had to give my eyes a brief adjustment period before they narrowed in on her excited face. “These off, that just completes the whole look!” She said excitedly. I looked in the mirror again, it did look better without I had to admit.

“Can I do your make-up?” She asked me enthusiastically.

“You’re acting like this is the prom.” I pointed out.

“So? It’s your first party and you’ve got a boy to impress.” She urged.

I eventually gave in and let her do it, after ten minutes of torture, she had finished, she kept it simple and it didn’t really look like I had any on except from the cat-eye eyeliner. I completed my look with some converse, I flat out refused to wear heels of any kind.

Before long we were at the party, a drink was thrust in my hand and I was pretty much left to fend for myself. (Y/BF/N) had gone off with some guy and I was just trying to find Patrick. It took me about ten minutes before he eventually found me amoungst the crowd of sweaty high-schoolers.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” He shouted above the roar of the music. I automatically smiled when I saw him.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” I shouted back. He said something to me but I couldn’t hear over the music so he leaned in closer to my ear.

“I said; you look beautiful.” He pulls away with a nervous smile and I hoped the bad lighting in the club made it difficult to see my rosey cheeks.

“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself.” I complimented, taking a mental note on the black skinny jeans, sweatshirt and fedora he was wearing, he looked casually charming.

We hung out and spoke for what seemed like five minutes but turned into twenty. We were making cute little small talk when I felt someone snake their hand around my waist and pull me into them slightly, I stiffened and so did Patrick as he glared daggers at whoever it was.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Some jock slurred, his breath stank of alcohol and ciggarettes.

“Uh, hi.” I replied coldy, trying to free myself from his grip but he clawed onto me, I began to feel scared at what this drunken idiot might do.

“Whoah, where do you think you’re going?” He leaned in for a kiss but I dodged away from him and put my hand on his chest to attempt at pushing him away, it didn’t work very well because he was still here.

“Not interested.” I said as forcefully as I could, I kept trying to push him away but he was pulling me closer. A hand came out of no where and punched him in the jaw, his hold on my came lose and I could finally leave.

“She said she’s not interested.” Patrick shouted to the guy who was on the floor, clutching his jaw. “Come on, lets get out of here.” Patrick then said to me, I happily obliged and let him lead me out of the party. We ended up outside by his car which was on its own about a minute away.

“Thanks.” Was all I could say.

“No problem.” He replied quietly, he looked a bit suprised and I was too, I’d never seen him get violent before, it was completely out of character.

“No really, thank you. Who knows what that creep could of done if you weren’t there.” I shuddered at the thought and I got a lump in my throat as loads of different thoughts raced through my head about if Patrick wasn’t there. I think he noticed because he grabbed my hands to catch my attention and looked me deep into my eyes.

“Don’t think about it, okay? I was there and he’s not going to hurt you, I promise you.” Patrick assured in a tone of voice which made believe everything he was saying. “I’m about to say some pretty crazy shit right now but I don’t care.” He announced. I raised my eyebrows and he took that as a sign to nervously continue.

Still holding my hand, he looked me straight in the eye and spoke, “I really, really like you (Y/N), I think I might even love you actually.” He blurted out, his cheeks went red and I think mine did too.

“Patrick, I-” I began to say.

“Wait, before you shoot me down I need to say this. I’ve like you for so long and now it’s developed into so much more. You’re like a song that’s always stuck in my head, I want to be around you more than friends because I love you, I love you so much.” He finished, wary for what my answer could be. Well, I didn’t have one, I couldn’t think of how in words I could explain what I how felt so I kissed him, and in a single kiss that was filled with love and passion we both explained how we felt.

After a few seconds which felt like eternity, we mutually pulled away, his hands still held mine as we both looked at each other while grinning ear-to-ear.

“I love you too, Patrick.” Was all I said and all that needed to be said. At the same time, we both went for a kiss again, all the previous awkwardness and tension was let out.

The kiss went from loving and tender to something else, it became lust filled, I ran my fingers through his soft, blonde hair which knocked his fedora off, he held me by my hips, our lips despite moving fast kept in time with each other has mine molded against his, his tongue glided across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I granted.

One of his hands opened the car door which was behind me, and without our lips leaving eachother, he laid me down on the back seat and climbed ontop of me. We both had to come up for air, he immediately kissed his way down to my neck, sucking and nibbling at my soft spots which made me moan softly.

I ran my hands down his sides and tugged at his shirt, asking for him to take it off which he did then continued the assult on my neck. I slipped my hand between us to palm the bulge that was causing friction in his jeans. He groaned against my neck and rolled his hips into my hand. I hooked my fingers just inside his jeans and pushed them down, he kicked them off the rest of the way. His hand guided it self behind my back, lifting me up effortlessly, he slipped my dress above my head, leaving me in just the red laced panties (Y/BF/N) insisted I wear, I need to thank her later. He looked down at me and smiled, admiring my exposed body and I did the same to him.

“Star Wars, really?” I said teasingly, refering to his Star Wars boxers.

“In my defence, I didn’t think I’d be getting this far.” He lowered himself back down so his head was by my ear, “But clearly, you thought ahead.” He said in a sultry voice with almost made me turn into a puddle underneath him. He returned his lips for a sloppy, lust filled kiss while he slid my panties off. I hooked my fingers inside his boxers and pushed them down so we were both exposed. Before he went on any further he kissed up back to my ear.

“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered into my ear which made me just want to melt.

“Yes.” I replied, he kissed me on the lips once again and lined himself up at my wetness and pushed his way into me, agonisingly slowly. Once he was all the way in he stopped and let me adjust to his size before moving in and out slowly.
The car windows began to steam up and a thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead.

He was now thrusting in and out of me so quickly and I could feel the knot in my stomach build up as he hit my spot over and over again, I heard him groan a few times which must of meant he was close too.

His movements were becomming sloppy and he breathing was now heavy and laboured. I was getting extremely close too, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.

“I’m gonna..” I managed to say between moans.

“Together..” He uttered, he thrust into me one last time, hitting my spot perfectly as the knot came lose and waves of pleasure coursed throughout my body, I felt him shoot up into me as he climaxed too.

Once we were both completely done, he pulled out and collapsed next to me with his arm around me.

“I love you.” He said, still out of breath.

“I love you too.” I said, smiling like an idiot.