i laughed myself silly over this

An Aquarius looked at me, and smiled. She places a hand on my cheek and said, “I’ve watched people come and go out of my life, and here I am hoping you’d be different..”

An Aries looked at me, she slowly inched herself closer to me. Planted a kiss on my lips and said, “I hate you’re so damn emotional. I hate you for reading me like a book, but my god, you make me so damn vulnerable.”

A Cancer looked at me and smiled. She slowly sat up and placed herself ontop of me, looking down at me. She grabbed both of my hands and squeezed it softly and said, “You’re the one. I can feel it, and I’m serious…”

A Capricorn placed her cigarette back in the ashtray and looked at me, she slowly grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her and scooted herself closer and smiled at me and said, “I would never want you to let go of me.. Got it?”

A Gemini rubbed her butt on my crotch. A smile on her face. She turned around and asked for a kiss, then suddenly she pushed after it got heated and said, “Promise me, you’ll only look at me. Even when I’m distant, come and find me.”

A Leo looked at me and gaze into my eyes and said, “You’re always listening to me talk about myself. How about you start tonight because I’ve been dying to know about your day. Let’s start about our secrets. I’ll go first. I hate being a Leo..” She laughed at how silly the secret was and she kissed me and said she was just playing, and was going to tell me a real secret. We laid and talked, and we opened up a new level in our relationship. Trust.

A Libra came crawling to me and placed herself between my legs, she falls over and rests her head on my chest and smiled at me. We stayed like this for minutes and we talked about her work and how her day was, and did nothing but talked the whole night.

A Pisces laughed and slowly sat up, she sat ontop of me and grabbed my hands and kissed them softly. She smiled down at me, squeezing my hands in hers. Suddenly tears rolled down her cheek, but she laughed softly and said, “I don’t know what to feel around you, but they’re good. They’re good feelings and you.. you bring out the best in me.”

A Sagittarius rubbed my back as we laid in silence. Then suddenly she lets out a sigh and played with my hair and said, “I don’t know what to do with you. You make me think too much, and I can’t stop. You make me crazy, you stupid fool.” She laughed and continued to play with my hair.

A Scorpio turned to me one night and whispered enough for me to hear, “I love you. I know I don’t say it to you as much, and I know you. You need reassurance every day, and I’m sorry that I don’t know how to express myself like you want me to, but.. I love you, so very much. I just want you to know that you’re the best gift life has given me, and I appreciate you. I love you.” She then leaned down to kiss my cheek and then slowly punched my back playfully. “You asshole..” she giggles.

A Taurus rested her head on my chest as I played with her hair. Suddenly she began to talk about how we met, and how she saw me and fell in love with me completely. How she was eager to show me into her world and bring a part of me that no one has ever seen out. She laughed and slowly inched closer to kiss my chin, and continued on talking about us. The Past. The Present. And our future together.

A Virgo pulled away from my arms, a soft smile on her face. She looks at me and then settles back into my arms and we stared at each other for what seemed like hours. She kissed my nose and said, “You only get to feel this once. Different in forms, but this, this is only once in a lifetime and you better not let me go, you hear me?”

—  Pillow Talk

Even comes home to Jonas strumming on his guitar and what sounds like Mahdi beatboxing. He grins as he takes of his shoes and hangs up his jacket. He loves when the boys come over to just hang and jam around for a bit. He’s been picking up the guitar again and he and Jonas have been having fun riffing off and singing off-beat.

He’s just about to announce his presence when he hears it. Isak is rapping. Even stops walking and just stands still in the hallway, listening. The biggest grin appears on his face as he hears Isak getting into it. Unable to wait any longer, he rounds the corner.

Isak is on crouched down, a mic in his one hand, the other moving around on the beat. His eyes are closed like he is concentrating hard on the lyrics. And Even… Even is so gone for this boy.

Magnus is the first to notice him and he smiles widely and waves. Even smiles back but his eyes immediately wander back to Isak who still hasn’t noticed him.

Even is glad his boy hasn’t seen him as that gives him more time to simply watch him, dopey smile plastered on his face.

When Mahdi notices him, his beatboxing falters for a moment, making both Isak and Jonas snap their heads up to Even.

“Even! You’re home!” Isak blushes like he’s caught doing something embarrassing. Even couldn’t disagree more.

“Don’t stop on my account!” he says, crossing the room to peck Isak on the lips before settling down next to Mahdi on the couch.

Isak grins at him, cocks his eyebrow, “E-Box, gimme the beat!”

Even laughs loudly, before starting (and quite spectacularly failing) to beatbox. Mahdi takes pity on him and takes over, Jonas starts the beat up on his guitar again.

Isak winks before closing his eyes and resumes rapping.

Even is in love.

You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

The Summer Fling (Chapter 3) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Originally posted by bilinskiobrien

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

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Will You Be There?

A/N: I know this isn’t smut, but I wanted to do something different and write out of my comfort zone! I am not good with sad to just bare with me lol. I hope you guys like it! Feedback is appreciated. :) Oh and @nobravery​ here ya go I tagged you so don’t @ me. 

I sit on the grey ottoman by our window looking out into the empty night as I try to make sense of it all. How did we get here? When did everything go dark?  I wish we could change and go back, but it’s too late for any of that now. Everything is black and burnt. There’s no hope for us anymore.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as I hear tired footsteps down the hall headed toward the bedroom. I don’t bother to look up because I know the expression on his face will kill me. The door creaks further open as he slips inside and shuts it quietly behind him. He sits on the end of the bed staring in my direction as he lets out a strangled breath. I know his eyes are begging, his face broken. He puts his hand on my thigh, and I look away because if I find his eyes, I know I’ll break.

“Will you be here when I wake up? Please baby I can’t bare to look over and not see you there. Just one last time… I’m begging you.” He swallows hard, trying not to losing himself. I finally look up at him, his pain filled eyes blinking the tears away. He looks as if he could shatter into pieces as any moment. It breaks my heart seeing him this way, but I can’t find the right words to answer him with.

I’ve told him this wouldn’t work. Us. He’s always gone and lately he’s been so distant. He has become so infatuated with his music. Making sure everything is perfect to a T and it has put a strain on our relationship. I can’t stay here and be alone. Not on my own. I need someone who is here for me, with me. And actually present when he is here. We haven’t been us in a while, and I can’t bare the heartache any longer. We are a ticking time bomb waiting to explode at any moment.

It started with small things. Texts getting shorter, phone calls becoming less frequent, Skype calls becoming nonexistent. Then it progressed. Our sex life became obsolete. He stopped flying me out to see him. He doesn’t look at me with the passion in his eyes. The look that would melt me into a puddle inside my stomach. He doesn’t hold me anymore. He doesn’t touch me, kiss me. Nothing. I feel alone. Shawn is so wrapped up in tour that he doesn’t have time for me anymore. He’s stressed all the time. I get that, and I want him to live his dream. I am so proud of how far he’s come. He’s worked so fucking hard for this and deserves all the opportunities coming his way, but I can’t stand being alone here anymore. It’s time to accept  that we aren’t good together anymore. But for some reason something in me says to stay. For him. One last time.

I let out a deep, shaky breath and nod my head in compliance. I look up at Shawn as he nods back at me, his face hopeful that maybe he can change my mind, but the decision is final. I get up from the chair pulling up his old t-shirt to keep it from falling off my shoulders. I slip off my pants and pull back the duvet hopping into bed. I watch Shawn as he slips out of his grey t-shirt and black jeans to climb into bed next to me. He lays his head on the pillow as his brown eyes search for the blue in mine. He’s empty, and I’m the reason for it. I hate this I really fucking do, but how can two people stay together when the happiness is gone?

He tries to be strong, sending me a soft smile and wraps his arms around me as I burry myself into his chest. He pulls me tight against him, leaving a warm, lingering kiss on my forehead saying goodnight and then, it’s silent. The both of us hanging onto this moment. Knowing this is the last time I’ll ever lay next to him. I always loved falling asleep in Shawn’s arms. It felt so safe, so right to me. Like the world could be crashing around us, and it wouldn’t matter. Because he would be there to hold me and help me face whatever problem was coming our way. But not now, this is something he can’t fix.

I can tell Shawn is now asleep by the soft snores coming from his mouth. I look up and my heart skips a beat. He looks adorable, his brown curls a mess and his mouth slightly parted, cheeks flushed. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I slide my fingers across his jawline and leave a soft kiss. My eyes wander to his nose, watching the cute way his nostrils flare as he breathes. The first night I ever slept over at his place, I caught myself watching him sleep just like now. I fell in love with the simplicity of it. So pure and innocent. His crinkled nose, his skin covered in sleep lines from where he’s been in a deep sleep. And no matter how often he would toss and turn in his sleep, his arm always remained across my body, holding me. Admiring the sweet sight in front of me, my chest tightens at the thought of leaving him. I can’t bare to see his face in the morning, broken and distraught. He’ll try and get me to change my mind, and I’m afraid I’ll give in. I’ll decide to stay and be right back where I am now, coming home everyday trying to mask the pain and emptiness. I could stay and try to work this out one more time for the sake of us. We have so many memories together, and they are all so hard to let go of. I mean, how could I just let go of us and everything we’ve been through? The only problem is, we haven’t been us in a long time, and I don’t think we will ever get back there. Walking away from our relationship is not something I ever wanted to do. This day would never have come if he would have been there the way I needed him to.

With that, I let out a strangled breath and I pull back the covers, letting my feet hit the cold floor as I walk over to the closet and pull out my large duffle bag. I begin packing my drawer that Shawn had cleared for me in his dresser a few months back. This was a hard for him to do, considering his clothes take up so much damn room. He spent the day before rearranging all his clothes around just so I would have room for my things. The day he showed it to me, the gift of the drawer was also followed with a key to his place. It was a big step in our relationship, but we were so excited for what that change would bring us. Two kids, desperately falling for one another.

I walk into the bathroom to collect some of my toiletries. Looking over at the walk-in shower, I can’t help but giggle to myself in reminiscence. Every morning before work, Shawn would take a quick shower while I sat on our sink and did my hair and makeup. He would sing different melodies he had been working on because he knew I loved to listen to him. Sometimes he would sing off key on purpose because he loved to make me laugh. And one morning I was walking past the shower to grab my makeup bag from my purse and he pulled me into the shower with him, soaking the shirt I was wearing, but I didn’t mind. We just laughed as he held me against him, leaving wet kisses all over my face as I tried to free myself from his grip, but it never worked I just continued to chuckle at how silly he was. So in love, nothing else mattered but us in that very moment. I zip my bag and quietly tip-toe around the room, careful not to wake Shawn.

I walk around the condo, making sure I haven’t left anything behind when I see it. The photo of us on Christmas Eve last year, the day he told me he loved me. We were outside his parent’s house drinking hot chocolate, my head in his lap and his fingers ran through my hair. We sat out there cuddled close to one another for hours having meaningless conversation. I looked up to see him grinning like an idiot and I reached up to boop his nose making him let out a soft laugh. After asking him why he was smiling, the words just fell out making my heart burst. He was perfect, everything I wanted. This Christmas Eve was different. Shawn was in Japan doing an album promo, and I was at my parent’s house helping them wrap presents for our other family members. I only heard from him once that day, and it was a quick have a good holiday, then nothing. Like we were acquaintance. Like the I love you meant nothing to him now.

I walk down the hall into our room for the last time, staring down at a tired Shawn still sound asleep. I lean down and give his forehead one last kiss, wiping the tear from his cheek that had fallen before I turn and head for the door. I’ll miss this apartment and him. The laughs, the memories, the tears everything. Our love was built here and slowly faded here. I turn around taking one last look at the condo as I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. We had so many great things, but I know this for the best. I grab my bag off the floor as I turn the knob. Never looking back.

Shawn’s POV 

It’s been a month since I woke to the sound of the door closing. Looking over in disbelief at the sheets on her side of the bed that were pulled back. I remember pulling myself from bed, praying this is all a horrible nightmare. Walking around the barren condo, seeing that all of her things were no longer in their place, her drawer empty. She was gone and it was my fault. I got so caught up in work, and I fucked up. I loved her but I could have shown more to her, for her. I pushed her to her limits and I hate myself for it. I was lying to myself, saying the tough times would pass. Telling myself we were still happy—that we were just going through a rough patch with me not being home as much, but I was wrong. She was broken, a girl who used to have so much happiness burning inside her. Happiness that I burned out.

The empty feeling in my chest comes and goes. Keeping myself busy in my music helps even if all of it is about her. Being in a new condo, even better. I know I’m stronger at all the places her leaving broke me. But some days, after all the work has been done, and the clutter of the day has been cleared, I still find her in the back of my mind. Sometimes I play the old videos on my phone of her dancing and singing in the kitchen, just to hear her soft voice. I’m afraid I’m going to forget just how gorgeous that sound is, for the most beautiful moments always seem to accelerate and slip beyond our grasp just when we want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

Happy Easter: a Brendon Urie imagine

Y/N: Here’s a little Easter fic for you guys! :)

“Brendon,” you narrowed your eyes. “You have to get dressed.”

“I am dressed,” he insisted.

“Church clothes,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on. It’s Easter.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “Is a suit too much?”

“Just put on some nice pants, a dress shirt, and a bowtie,” you insisted, watching as he changed out of his casual t-shirt and jeans. You had worn something a bit fancy for the occasion. “You’ll look just fine.” Your parents had invited you to bring your boyfriend over to their house to go to Easter mass and get brunch. You hadn’t been too thrilled with the idea, especially since you and Brendon weren’t particularly religious or well behaved, however, it wasn’t like you could decline. It had been a while since you had brought Brendon to see your parents, and a family breakfast was a bit overdue.

“Do we really have to behave?” Brendon whined like a little child. “Can’t we have a little fun?”

“Maybe just a little,” you admitted. “But please be on your best behavior for my parents?”

“You know I always am,” he rolled his eyes and placed his lips on yours. “Now come on, let’s go get some Jesus.”

“Don’t start singing your Jesus Loves Me More Than He Loves You song,” you laughed. “I don’t think the pastor would enjoy that.”

“I’ll try to control myself,” Brendon joked.

Surprisingly, Brendon was well behaved all throughout mass. Well, except for the occasional silly faces he shot at you or when he’d sometimes change around the words in the hymn in an attempt to be funny. But he sang nicely and was reverent, and after mass was over, both of your parents were smiling at him. When you went to the restaurant, your parents were already there, having ordered coffees for all of you, menus placed at your seats. “It was nice of you to go to Church with us this morning,” your mom beamed at Brendon. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It’s been a while,” Brendon nodded, obviously nervous. “Christmas I believe.” It was funny to see him so shaken up. With a big ego and never-ending confidence, you’d think there was nothing that could scare him. However, your parents seemed to do the trick every time. You held his hand and gave it a squeeze, watching as he relaxed his shoulders.

“Oh my,” your mom widened her eyes. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

“It’s okay,” you dad reassured. “We’re just glad to have you here.”

“How have you guys been doing?” you wondered.

“Good. How about you?” your mom asked. “Brendon?”

“Uh, I’ve been doing good,” he swallowed uncomfortably.

“Still doing the music thing, I assume?” your dad raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yes,” Brendon gave a weak smile. Your parents knew him as a singer, but only saw the jazzy fancy side of him. They never knew about the sexy punk rock singer who got up and headbanged on stage every show. Instead, they saw the piano playing, tuxedo wearing, smooth singing, Frank Sinatra loving gentleman who performed live music for weddings or private shows.

“We saw your new music video,” your mom grinned. Brendon froze. “Death of a Bachelor? Right?” He instantly relaxed his shoulders.

“Uh yeah,” he replied. “That’s the one.”

“Very nice,” she answered. “I like it.”

“I’m glad,” he responded. God that could’ve gone so wrong. You stifled a laugh, probably thinking he had thought of Emperor’s New Clothes or Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time. “It was a lot of fun to record and sing.”

The rest of the meal went nice. You ate and chatted with your parents, and Brendon talked about some old musicians with your dad and some favorite wines with your mom. When it was time to go home, you both relaxed while driving home, turning on the radio and singing along. “Wasn’t too bad, right?” you inquired.

“What?” Brendon asked, confused.

“My parents?” you reminded. “Was it bad?”

“Oh, not at all,” he laughed. “I was just, I don’t know, frazzled I guess. Nervous.”

“You did fine,” you reassured.

When you got home, Brendon took off his shirt, yawning and walking into the kitchen, laughing when he saw the bowl of boiled eggs on the kitchen counter. “You made eggs?” he chuckled. “What are we going to do? Decorate them?”

“If you want,” you suggested. “I’m going to.”

“You’re silly,” Brendon shook his head and giggled, picking one up and taking a Sharpie into his other hand. You sat beside him, picking up a Sharpie and an egg as well, trying to think of what to draw. Instead you doodled little swirls all over it.

“What are you doing?” you narrowed your eyes. “Drawing a dick probably.”

“How did you know?” he laughed, showing you his egg and you rolled your eyes.

“So mature,” you smirked.

“Yours looks cool,” he raised his eyebrows. “I guess I don’t have the artistic talent like you do.”

“They’re just swirls,” you shrugged.

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t look awesome,” Brendon pointed out. He added some finishing touches before setting his egg down on the counter. “Viola! What do you think?” You stared at the poorly drawn dick on the egg and sighed.

“I hope that’s not a self-portrait,” you teased.

“Hey!” he cried and you both laughed.

“There we go,” you smiled, finishing your egg and capping your Sharpie. “Happy Easter.”

“Speaking of,” a moment of realization came to his face. “I forgot I bought you something!”

“Really?” you narrowed your eyes. “Come on, it’s Easter. Nobody gives Easter presents.”

“Still-” Brendon insisted. He raced to the room and then came back holding a box of Peeps, a bag of jellybeans, and a chocolate bunny. “What do you think?”

“I think I love you,” you giggled. “Thank you.”

“Happy Easter baby,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

Inspired by (this pic) by @loafdog because I grew up watching WWF/WCW and all of them and I feel like Uraraka and Bakugou would totally be into it. Also it’s a Kacchako fic so it’s totally for Sai.

“Bonding over a well-placed elbow drop.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Uraraka and Bakugou both watching TV wasn’t strange. What was strange however was that they were on the same side of the room, on the same couch, sharing the same bowl of popcorn.

“Um, what’s up?” Izuku asked Uraraka, as he slid onto the other couch.

“Don’t even think of suggesting we change the fucking channel, that’s what,” Bakugou snapped, fingers curling protectively over the remote.

“We did put in a note,” Uraraka said, part cheerful and part apologetic, “over a week ago.”

The TV channel in the common room of the dorms was usually decided by a vote each night, friendly suggestions and bickering present in equal amounts. For special programs though, the students could reserve the right to having the TV for the duration.

Sure enough, when Izuku glanced at the little sheet pinned to the board, Uraraka’s and Bakugou’s names were both scribbled on that day’s date, for watching something called ‘Wrestlemania’.

An announcer climbed into the ring, and Kirishima sat down next to Izuku. Bakugou barely acknowledged his friend before returning to a heated discussion with Uraraka concerning something that sounded more like a civil war than an entertainment program. And when the wrestling started, Bakugou and Uraraka became completely deaf to their classmates that chose to stick around and those that did found themselves watching Bakugou and Uraraka more than the TV.

So engrossed by the spectacle on screen, the two swore, booed, and cheered even as they handed each other popcorn and shared their drinks. When Bakugou handed Uraraka his pop to drink from, holding the bottle for her, Izuku and Kirishima shared a look of shock.

“The chair?! Fucking loser!” Bakugou hollered the next moment, and Izuku jumped. Uraraka had sprung up to her knees, but instead of being startled she seemed as incensed as Bakugou.

“Cheater!” She yelled, almost falling off the couch and prompting Bakugou to catch her around the waist with one arm. “Use your own abilities or get out!”

Izuku watched as the man onscreen who had been hit by the chair-wielding opponent struggled to get up and failed, falling to the mat. Bakugou and Uraraka became dead silent as they clung to each other.

The opponent grabbed his arm and leg, holding him to the mat.

The referee raised his arm and brought it down.

Once.

Uraraka sucked in a desperate gulp of air.

Twice.

Bakugou clenched the fist not holding Urarka.

And then the man kicked out right before the arm came down a third time.

With equally elated yells, Bakugou and Uraraka jumped up, holding onto each other as they hollered encouragement at the screen and pumped their fists in the air. The popcorn bowl had tumbled to the floor, and Izuku laughed quietly as he left the room. Kirishima followed shortly after along with Tsuyu, and Kirishima grinned.

“They were having a lot of fun, huh?” He said, jerking his thumb back over his shoulder at the two still yelling at the TV.

“Yeah.” Izuku winced as Bakugou let out a stream of, admittedly celebratory, profanity. “Too much fun, I think.”

"I Know You Love Her" Part 2 (Ethan x Reader)

Originally posted by thedolangifs

(not my gif) 

 Pairing: Ethan Dolan X Reader 

 Warning: Cursing? (Barely any, but its whatevaaa) 

Word Count: 1,725

Prompt: Part 2 of “I Know You Love Her.“ 

 A/N: Enjoy!  Sorry for the wait xx


 You spent the whole night crying into your pillow; all of the unspoken words were now put into tears, falling freely from your eyes instead of your lips. You had wanted to tell him how you felt from the very beginning, but now seeing how things played out, you wish you could have just kept your mouth shut instead of acting so impulsively. More so, you just wished that your feelings would disappear for Ethan. 

Everything would have been perfect if you hadn’t fallen for him, but then again, you couldn’t help it. Ethan Grant Dolan was everything you’d ever wanted and more. He was the one who put your heart back together after the countless amount of boys crushed it. He was the one who made you laugh until tears jerked at your eyes and your stomach hurt; he was the one you talked on the phone with late at night, having conversations with him that went on into the early morning. He was the one you confided in with everything, the one person who’s opinion actually mattered. He was the one who could make you feel every emotion possible all at once, or nothing at all. 

Practically numb is how you felt right now, the dull sensation engulfing your body besides you heart, leaving you to feel the aching pain in your chest. You heaved out another sob when you heard your phone start blasting your alarm. You wiped your eyes and your eyebrows knitted together, finding it mind blowing that you managed to stay up and not fall asleep. You decided to stay in bed though. You knew for a fact that you weren’t ready to see Ethan. Once glance at him, and you’d break down. Things weren’t going to be the same from now on, and you’d be surprised if you guys would ever be friends again. You clutched the blanket closer to your chest, shutting your eyes as you heard your mom’s feet padding towards your door. 

She knocked twice and entered, a frown etched upon her face. "Hey sweetie, you don’t feel well?” Your mom asked, shuffling over to where you were laying. 

 She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead before gasping. “Y/N! You’re burning up, love. Try and sleep, and i’ll grab you some aspirin for when you wake up.”

You nodded, thankful for the fact that your mom was so lenient and that you were in fact coming down with something. You shut your eyes, and let out a deep sigh before somehow managing to fall asleep.

 You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for, but when you woke up, your mom’s face was mere inches from yours, smiling gently as she stroked your head. "Hey honey, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’m heading out, I have work. But I invited Ethan over to keep you company." 

 You immediately shot up, "No, mom. I’m alright, really. I don’t need any company. I’m totally fine by myself, Ethan doesn’t have to come over.” Your heart was pounding in your ears, you weren’t ready to see him again. You needed time. 

 Your mom laughed, “Oh don’t be silly, Y/N. He’s already on his way here. He seemed a quite eager to get here, too.” She winked, “But I have to get going. I love you, call me if you need anything.” She kissed your forehead and walked out of your room, leaving you spastic. Your mind was racing along with your heartbeat. You skimmed your brain for any plausible ideas on how to escape this situation. 

By the time you came up wth a plan to avoid Ethan, you heard your front door open and close, along with Ethan calling your name. Your eyes widened and your elaborate plan immediately went out the window as you dropped to the ground and crawled underneath your bed. Your bedroom door opened and Ethan walked in.

“Y/N? You in here?” 

Silence. The room was dead quiet for a few moments until you heard Ethan sigh and watched him walk towards your bed. The mattress dipped as he sat down on the edge of your mattress, practically right above you. Your lips immediately trembled as you saw Ethan’s worn out, written on vans shuffle into view. Your eyes stung as you saw the faint, purple ink on the inside of his left shoe, ‘Y/N and Ethan forever! <3’

You let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding in, resulting in you clamping a hand over your mouth as you felt the bed shift back in place and watched as Ethan’s feet were now planted firmly on the floor. 

He heard you, there was no doubt about it. You watched as he knelt down slowly, his head peeking under the bed to find you, hand over your mouth with tears in your eyes. He felt his heart clench. If there was one thing Ethan absolutely could not stand to see, it was seeing you cry. When his beautiful honey colored orbs met your tearful ones, that’s when you lost it. 

You started to cry. You laid there under your bed, hair unruly and knotted, eyes full of tears, cheeks wet, face flushed and lips quivering as you poured out all of your emotions. 

Nonetheless, he still thought you looked absolutely beautiful. 

He reached under the bed and grabbed your waist and arm, trying you pull you out from under you bed. Once doing so, he got off of his knees and sat down, pulling you onto of him so that you were cradled in his arms. You placed your head in-between the crook of is neck and sobbed. He shh’ed you quietly, rubbing your back. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled your body, that was adorned by one of the many sweatshirts of his that you had, closer to him. He’d never admit it, but seeing you in his clothes drove him absolutely insane.

Your cries died down after a while. You hiccuped and breathed in the familiar scent of him, which calmed your nerves greatly, but also sent your mind into overdrive. Not even an hour or two ago you were thinking of how you never wanted to see him again, but right now, all you craved was him, even if it wasn’t in the way you hoped for. You craved to be in his big, comforting arms; to feel his body pressed against yours as he held you tightly to his toned, muscular chest. To feel the tuffs of his soft, dark hair between your fingers, or to feel his hot, minty breath fan against your neck. It didn’t matter how you had him, you just needed him. You needed Ethan.

“I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I-I shouldn’t have told you off like that. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad about you and Meredith. I just got so winded seeing you two be all mushy all the time. I should be happy for you..”

“Y/N.” Ethan mumbled against your forehead. You hadn’t heard him though; you were rambling on with the sincerest apology you could muster up, even though it hurt you to say it. 

You were blubbering, feeling the tears come rushing back, “And the fact that I wasn’t being supportive of you and Meredith’s relationship just shows how terrible of a friend I was..”

Ethan’s mind was elsewhere, not giving it a second thought when he mumbled, “I broke up with Meredith.” 

You still continued, “It shouldn’t have mattered about what she was saying to me in the pool about me needing to get over-”

You stopped talking and you both turned to each other in shock, not believing what was being said. 

“Wait, what?” You said simultaneously, concern laced in his voice, disbelief present in yours. 

“You guys broke up?”

“What did she say to you?”

 He looked at you sternly, as if telling you to explain first.  

You bit your lip and averted your gaze to the floor, “She was just telling me that I needed to get over you because you would never like me and stuff. That’s what got me going last night in the first place..”

His clenched his jaw, causing waves of emotions to ripple through you. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes.”

The room was silent for a few moments, the air grew thick. 

“Well she was wrong.”

You immediately snapped your eyes back up to his face, to see him looking straight forward towards your wall nonchalantly giving you a quick glance.

“What?” 

“She’s wrong, Y/N. I do like you. Fuck, I was trying to tell you that in my truck last night, but you wouldn’t let me talk. I’ve liked you for so many years now. I just never thought you’d like me back, which is why I started dating Meredith in the first place. To try and get over you. But when you told me all of that stuff last night, I realized how fucking stupid I was.” He said exasperated, his cheeks a bright red.

You both held each other’s gaze, your faces incredibly close together; so close that you could feel his breath hitting your face.

You didn’t think you were hearing him properly. Perhaps you were still asleep, dreaming. He liked you. He always had liked you. 

“Fucking hell, pinch me. I must be dreaming..” You mumbled.

He let out a small laugh, before his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. “I can do something a lot more efficient than pinching you to show you this isn’t a dream, sweetheart.” 

With that, he closed the remaining space between the two of you as his lips captured yours in a much needed passionate kiss. You immediately reciprocated the actions, kissing him with everything you had in you.

 You both eventually pulled away, gasping for air as you pressed your forehead against his. Your eyes fluttered open to see him already looking at you, grinning.  

“Be mine.” 

You looked at him, not fully processing what he had said as you felt your chest swell.

“What did you say?”

“Be” He muttered, kissing your cheek. “Mine,” he whispered in your ear, pressing another kiss to your jaw. 

Your head rolled back, basking in the feeling of his lips hot against you skin.

“Of course.”

You gave him another sweet kiss on the lips before getting off of him. 

“Now, let’s take a nap, crying takes a lot out of a girl.” You joked, jumping in your bed, wrapping yourself up in the covers.

He smiled and got into bed with you, cuddling you from behind. “Anything for my princess.”


I hoped you guys liked it! I’m sorry for the long wait. Feel free to request!! xx

Happy Birthday Stevie *Steve Rogers x Reader* NSFW

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Summary: It’s Steve’s Birthday and you decide to plan something special, just for him. Only it ends in some of the giggliest sex you’ve ever had.
Warnings: Explicit (+18) smut, oral and unprotected sex.


July the Fourth, the most celebrated time of the year in America- not counting all the other festivities. The national day of independence and freedom. The time when friends and family get together to eat meals, have street parties and let off a few fireworks in America’s honour. You had celebrated this holiday throughout your life, never really actually celebrating your country’s independence but more so using it as an excuse to drink, excessively. This year was different.

July the Fourth is Steve Rogers Birthday, uncanny and unironic, you should have seen it coming really. Of course, Captain America, the first Avengers, Birthday is also America’s national holiday. Considering the Star Spangled Man with A Plan Birthday is today, you decided to dedicate today just to him. Whilst everyone is out celebrating July the Fourth, you’re gonna be celebrating the fact your boyfriend is only year away from being one-hundred.

You had the whole evening planned out, you cooked a nice meal, his favourite; burgers and cheese fries with a chocolate milkshake to wash it down. You also had his favourite bakery make an all American apple pie, he isn’t too fond of cakes and sweeter things. His present, the main event of the evening, you! You had discovered Steve’s rather innocent kink with lace lingerie and decided to get something special for tonight, you also took awkward advice from Nat on how to strip sensually.

The lingerie set was a soft red lace halter set; the top tied around your neck in a little bow, intricate flower patterns danced over the lace and it was sheer, very sheer. The panties were more so, boy-shorts, the same red lace and flower pattern also sheer. You had debated on the whole American flag theme or colour scheme but decided against it. This was for the man behind the shield, Steve Rogers, who enjoyed looking at you in the morning sun in just his t-shirts and boxers. Cap will always be part of his life, who he is, but this is Steve Rogers Birthday!

You pulled on some nice, navy jeans and a dark, red blouse. You styled your hair elegantly but left it down, minimal make up, leaving it light because of tonight’s activities.

When the door finally opened and you heard your lover’s voice call for you, you had just finished serving and setting the table. Dining room softly lit by candles glow, red wine poured, his favourite too. You grinned when he entered, eyes darting around the room, trying to focus on everything at once till his baby-blue eyes landed on your own.

“Happy Birthday, Stevie.” You softly smile as he strides over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling softly at you. “Figured we can celebrate by ourselves, since America is busy celebrating.”

Instead of answering you, he leans down and presses his lips to yours. His lips are soft and gentle, moulding against your own. He rests his forehead against yours and pulls his lips away, his eyes still closed for a second before he finally blinks at you.

“Thank you,” you shrug and smile, pushing him to sit down and eat with you.

The dinner is filled with loving silence, Steve holding your left hand across the table as he ate, not wanting to let go of you. Even when you got the apple pie he insisted on you sitting in his lap and sharing a piece instead. You kissed his cheek as he swallowed the last bite, smiling cheekily at the upcoming events that Steve has no clue about.

“Time for your present!” You grin excitedly, causing Steve to raise a curious eyebrow. “Go to the bedroom, sit on the bed and I’ll be right there.” You jumped off his lap, pulling him up and pushing his big body out of the room; he looked over his shoulder at you with a smile and you shooed him away.

You were nervous, you had never strip teased before and you didn’t want to disappoint Steve, especially today. You wanted to make him feel special because he is, and yet, you were scared of making a fool outta yourself. You pushed the bedroom door open, Steve sat against the headboard, looking up from his folded hands on his lap to you, his grin melting your worries and making your knees weak.

“So, what’s my present.” He smiled excitedly, for a guy that tells people to not buy him anything, he sure does get excited for when they do.

You smile coyly. “Me.” He smirks but also blushes, the epitome of Steve Rogers really. “I brought something very special for you, it’s under these clothes,” he raised an eyebrow, “but you don’t get to undress me.”

“I know I’m kinky but I’m not having a threesome on my birthday, babe.” You laugh lightly, shaking your head.

“No, silly.” Turning on some soft music, “I’m undressing myself and you’re gonna watch, that okay?” He sighs with relief and nods, leaning back to get comfortable and grins watching you. “What do you want me to take off first?” You asked softly.

He takes a few seconds to think, eyes roaming over your soft body. “Uh- your shirt.” Cheeks tinting a pink, “please?” He adds softly, you giggle and nod.

You sway your hips lightly, fingers deftly undoing the small buttons to your silk blouse, fully aware of Steve’s lust filled gaze on you. You turn just as the last button is undone, letting the shirt fall off of your shoulders, you look over your shoulder to Steve who is somewhat amused with your performance. The shirt falls to the floor at your feet, still not turning around you undo the button and zipper to your jeans; realising that skinny jeans was a bad choice in order to act sexy.

You bend forward, giving Steve a long, and full, display of your ass that’s covered by the red lace. Still maintaining somewhat a sensual elegance as you take off the denim, you stand, slowly turning sound and noting that Steve didn’t even realise your struggle because his eyes were slowly dragging up and down your body. His lingering gaze sent shivers up your spine making your whole body blush.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters to himself. You blush, brushing your hair to the left side of your neck.

You tug at the bow on the back of your neck, the lace straps falling down, you hold the lace to your body not ready to fully reveal yourself just yet. Steve gives an innocent smile, watching your hands as they move and pull the red lace over your head, throwing it at his face; he chuckles and keeps ahold of it. You coyly toy with the waistband of the matching panties, biting your lip as Steve does, his fingers flexing; the need to rip them off you growing. Finally you drop the remaining piece, fully exposed, you kick the panties away.

Your foot gets stuck as the other one stands right on the garment, a soft rip fills yours ears as you also slip on your silk blouse that’s by your feet. You fall with a loud ‘thud’ to the floor, a soft groan leaving your lips as you collided with the wooden floorboards. You half expected to hear Steve’s concerned voice or feel his warm hands holding, yet, his loud rumbling laugh echoes through the room. You push yourself up seeing Steve rolling on the bed, tears going down his face.

“It’s not funny,” you grumble.

He stops and peeks over the end of the bed, eyes crinkled, still snickering to himself as he looks down at you. “Up until that point you were doing perfectly, princess.” He assures you. You stand up, fully aware of how naked you are, and the bruise forming on your hip. “Awe, c’mere. I’ll kiss it better,” he reaches out for you, warm hands pulling you to the end of the bed. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your hip bone, you smile running a hand through his blonde locks.

Then with little strength and effort, on his part, he pulls you and throws you onto the bed and straddles your hips; a surprised squeak being cut off by his lips. You feel his erection that’s concealed by denim brush against your inner thigh, his mouth leaves trails of wet kisses across your jaw, neck and collarbone. Nipping at your hot skin playfully, you let out a soft moan. His body starts shaking above you, you look at your boyfriend who is laughing, again.

“I’m sorry but you went down so fast, faster than I did going into the Atlantic.” He breathed through his laugher, you sighed and rolled your eyes, pouting at Steve who kissed your lips and resumed where he left off.

You helped undress Steve, smiling at how eager and ready he was. “Steve, you don’t have it’s your birth -Oh! Fuck!” You groaned as his mouth worked you quickly, slipping a finger into wet heat, you tugged harshly on his hair when he sucked hard on your clit.

He groaned against your cunt as you tugged. Another long finger being pressed into you, scissoring lightly with the other, pressing slowly and gently at your g-spot; leaving you whimpering into the bedroom, moaning his name loudly. His lips closed around your clit but a different sensation shot through your core, a rumbling vibration from Steve… he was laughing again. You cried out as an orgasm rippled through you due to his excessive laughing being directed on your clit.

“Still not funny,” you panted as you tried to catch your breath.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, kissing you once lightly with a smug smirk. You were about to make a snarky comment when you felt him enter you in one swift thrust, leaving you choking on your air. One of his hands holding the headboard and the over cupping the back of your neck, his hips pumping into you steadily, and fast. Your nails scratched down his back, his whole body arching down towards you, his body stimulating your clit with every thrust.

He leant down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, all tongues and soft grunts. “Y/N, shit.” His head fell into the crook of your neck, groaning your name onto your skin.

Then you heard it, and felt it, his chest rumbling against yours and his hips stuttering. He was laughing about it again, he pushed himself up, a shit eating grin and sweat slicked hair and torso. You short him a glare, you couldn’t believe that throughout this sex he had been laughing. He leant back on his hunches, pulling you up by your waist, still deep inside you. Settling you on his lap, a little chuckle leaving his lips as he stared into your eyes. He looked like he wanted to make a comment but bit his lip, rolling his hips up and continuing without a word.

You softly gasp, gripping the hairs at the back of his neck and staring into his hooded eyes. The giggly, smirky, lust filled Steve gone and replaced with this loving, soft moans, Steve. No words spoken just your pants for air, plus skin on skin, and the little soft whispers of how beautiful you look; which you don’t agree with, sweat slicked body and messy hair it wasn’t a good look for you, in your opinion. After what seemed like a blissful forever of being held on the precipice of pleasure, you both finally came, Steve holding your body locked to his as he kissed your neck sweetly.

“Happy Birthday Steve,” you whispered into his ear and smoothed his hair waiting for when he was ready to let you go.

After a clean up and you throwing on one of Steve’s shirts, you laid back in bed, holding one another and listening to all the fireworks going off; eating the leftover pie too.

“I still cannot believe you fell over and ripped those panties.” Steve muttered, you rolled your eyes. “That was my present and you just ruined it.” He playfully reprimanded.

You look up at him. “I still can’t believe you kept laughing about it during sex,” you teased and he shrugged, getting up to put the plate in the kitchen sink, he came back and turned the bedroom lights off. “Watch out for the be-”

“FUCK!” You turned the bedside lamp on, watching as Steve stood cradling his foot that he stubbed on the bed. “Jesus, fucking, Christ.” He slipped on your red blouse and landed on the floor, you laughed so hard your sides hurt, pointing at the grumpy Steve. “You’re gonna pay for this!”

You grinned. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

(this was edited and uploaded by my phone, so excuse any mistakes, don’t have my laptop back yet. Also, this could have been better but I wanted to put something up for Steve’s birthday!- Rosalie.)

Moments

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request: Can you do one about meeting Sebastian Stan at a comic con and then you keep running into each other and he works up the courage to ask you out (of course you say yes, he’s Sebastian Stan) and then you keep dating and end up getting married later?

A/N: lol i kind of strayed from the request but not too much, its still the same. 

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Ingrained Forever

A/N: This is my idea. I needed Spencer Dad fluff, so here it is. :D 

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“Y/N! Honey! Get out here!”

Without thinking, I dropped the towels I was folding and ran outside to where Spencer and the baby were. Nothing in his voice said cheerful; it said panic. So I ran. And what do I see?

Our 3-and-a-half-month old baby girl, Chloe, propped up against a couple of pillows and Spencer hiding behind his hands. “You have to see this,” he said without taking his eyes off Chloe. “Also, you might want to get your phone out.”

“What is it?” I asked hotly. “You called me out here and it sounded like you were panicked.”

Spencer glanced over, his eyes alight with a joy that hadn’t been able to shine through since the day Chloe was born. Not that anything was wrong - everything was great, more than great - but also very, very tiring, like seriously tiring. My own mother told me that having a baby was exhausting. Unbelievably exhausting. But truly, I had underestimated what having a new baby was like. Unequivocally tiring and also the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. “She’s laughing,” he finally said.

My heart jumped. No fucking way. “Seriously? Like, for real? She’s laughing? I think I’m gonna cry.”

“Look.” He smiled before turning back toward Chloe. “Hey, Chloe. Look at Daddy.” Having known Spencer for years, I could tell you using the fingers on one hand the amount of times that my husband had looked this happy. Our wedding was one. Chloe’s birthday was another. And this was definitely one more. “Peek-a-boo!” The second the words left his lips, he wiggled his fingers and the most joyous, high-pitched sound emanated from those beautiful chubby cheeks.

“Oh my god, Spence, do it again.”

Honestly, I had never heard something so beautiful in all my life. As Spencer continued to wiggle his fingers and make silly noises, Chloe continued to babble, her laugh filling my ears with the sweetest sounds imaginable. “Spence, she’s beautiful, oh my god, I can’t. Let me try.”

My amazing, beautiful, dorky, full-of-love husband scooted over just slight so I could prop myself up on my elbows next to him and repeat what he’d been doing. “Hello my beautiful baby. Chloe, look at Mommy.” Those cheeks. They were bright and red and full of life, her toothless little grin making my heart race at the speed of light. There were few people I loved more than words could describe, and I didn’t think it was possible to have that love for another person until Chloe was born. 

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

And right now there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make her laugh. If I had to dance around the apartment like a monkey and make all sorts of noises, I would do it again to hear that beautiful sound. “Can you pull out your phone while I do this?” I asked.

Spencer reached into his back pocket and grabbed his phone, talking to Chloe about how she was the most beautiful, precious being he’d ever seen in his life. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said, biting his lower lip to keep from cracking his face apart through the widest smile imaginable. “I need this for when I’m on a case and I need to smile.”

“Peek-a-boo!”

She started laughing even harder than before. “Spence, it’s like a full-on person laugh, not just a little baby laugh!” How was this possibly coming out of our three month old. 

“Keep doing it!” He needled, playfully punching me in the arm. “Do it until she stops because this is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” He was enthralled. Every time I made faces at Chloe, I would turn to see Spencer’s gaze fixed on her; his brain was spinning, trying to etch this moment into his mind for the rest of his life. 

When someone was on their deathbed, it was said that their lives flashed before their eyes; if that’s true, both Spencer and I would remember this moment. 

After nearly a half hour of hearing Chloe laugh, she stopped, looking around the apartment as best she could given her movement capabilities. “I’m gonna start making dinner and then maybe you can finish while I feed her?” I asked. Breastfeeding had never been something I imagined doing, and at first it was weird, but I loved it now and after such elation I wanted to feed my munchkin myself instead of Spencer using a bottle. 

“Sounds good,” he replied, putting his phone back in his pocket and crawling toward Chloe. “Until then, I am going to assault her with kisses.”

Popping up from my position on the floor, I grabbed Spencer’s face in my hands and planted a smooch on him. Parenting was insanely difficult, but also one of the greatest things I have ever done, and I’m pretty sure Spencer feels the same way. “I think she’ll like that.”

Her hitch-pitched giggle nearly brought me away from preparing dinner, because she screeched with joy as Spencer planted kisses all over her tiny tummy. Occasionally, Spencer would speak in baby talk, but more often than not, he would speak to her like a person, and as I put a pot of pasta on the stove, I heard Spencer speak softly to our daughter and couldn’t help but tear up. 

“Hey Chloe, Daddy loves you, you know that right?” 

Smooch.

Giggle.

“I love you and Mommy more than anything else in the world, okay?”

Giggle.

Smooch.

“No matter what happens, ever, in your whole entire life, I love you, little girl.” 

“Ow!”

“What the hell was that?” I asked, turning around to see Chloe’s hands hitting Spencer’s cheeks. 

“She’s smacking my cheeks after I just proclaimed my love! Nice Chloe!”

I snorted and walked over, planting a teeny kiss on my baby’s cheek. “Maybe she’s just trying to hug you, did you think of that?”

“She’s too young for that,” he laughed.

True. She was probably just smacking him in the face because it was fun. But that didn’t keep me from thinking it. “I mean, you never know. Maybe she’s a genius baby like her Daddy.”

@coveofmemories @jamiemelyn @sexualemobitch @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @rmmalta @lukeassmanalvez @yoinkpeter @the-slytherin-ice-queen

I’m watching Bonds, and this Zero Tails monster is trying to piss Naruto off and make him go into rage Kyuubi mode. He takes over Amaru’s body and attacks everybody. He even hurts Sakura really bad right in front of Naruto. 

And I’m thinking to myself “Noo, that’s not how you do it. You have to say the S word.” 

See? It’s not working. Use the S word!

Silly Zero Tails, that’s not a way to do it.

It’s not working at all! Use the S word, seriously!

OH SHIT! HE DID IT! HE USED THE S WORD!

Aaaaand there it is. Now you’re gonna see some serious rage.

A Chance Encounter: Chapter Six - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @susybird

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Description: Fluff, swearing, SMUT! You and Dylan go hiking, which leads to you visiting his place for the first time.

Word Count: 2718

Author’s Note: Okay so first of all I have no idea where Dylan actually lives or what his house looks like so those details are obviously made up for the benefit of this story!!!! Also its also my first time writing smut so I’m sorry :| A big thank you to the beautiful @redstringlovers for proofreading and encouragement! Sammie this chapter wouldn’t exist without you!!!

As always any feedback would be great… honestly I don’t bite :) Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

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Chapter Six

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“Hiking?” Dylan laced up his adidas runners and looked up at me with a pained expression. “Hiking!”

I chuckled. “Exercise is good for you. Plus it’s fun!”

“This isn’t exercise, it’s torture! And you and I have very different definitions of fun.” Dylan gestured his hands wildly to emphasise his point.

I grinned wickedly at him then jerked my head at the uphill path. “First one to the top gets to choose dinner tonight,” I told him before taking off, my feet hitting the ground running.

“Oh no you didn’t.” I heard Dylan laughing behind me, his heavy footfalls gaining on me.

I snuck a look over my shoulder and saw Dylan almost on top of me. I squealed and tried to run faster. Dylan gave a breathless laugh and I felt his large hands around my waist. He lifted me into the air, spinning me around and then drawing me close to his body, my back pressed tightly against his front.

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The last one blooming, Chapter 7

TITLE: The last one blooming

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 7

AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that there is an omegaverse where Alphas and omegas can only bond with their true mate. Loki is an Alpha and he one day meets his omega. But she is a young Midgardian child, who is terrified of Alphas. So he has to work hard to gain her trust, to allow the bond to grow between the two.

RATING: M

After sharing their past with one another, Loki and Rose felt closer than before.

Rose felt better after telling someone about what happened to her on Midgard. It had been difficult, but she was happier for it. She still couldn’t quite understand what the draw to Loki was. Why she felt safe and happy around him. But the fact that she was now safe and happy, was the main thing.

She still wouldn’t venture out of her chambers unless she was with Loki. Frigga attempted to take her for a walk in the gardens one afternoon, but Rose refused to leave. Until Loki turned up that was, then he got her outside for a while.

After spending more time around Volstagg, Loki took Rose along for dinner one evening. To join Odin, Frigga, Thor, Sif and the warriors three.

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Slow Hands

I was tagged by the wonderful @sea040561 I am probably so late posting this and I am so sorry darling! It took me a long time to get this one out cause I didn’t like my few first drafts but here it finally is!

Summary: The reader is feeling bad about a hunt gone wrong then Dean shows up to make her feel better in more than just one way.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, mentions of Sam 

Warnings: Drinking, Sexy stuff, dancing, curse words, feelings 

Word Count:  1068

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman


After a long hunt, I decided to go to the bar. I was alone, was that a great choice? No, it wasn’t but if any guys decided to get handsy I knew I could fight them off. I decided to sit in my own booth with a bottle of whiskey and my phone. Sam and Dean had brought me along this hunt, but it didn’t turn out as planned. Dean had gotten knocked out and almost got his throat ripped out by a Vamp because of me. So instead of hanging out in the motel room with them, I brought myself here to drink myself silly. Normally I wouldn’t feel so awful, but I was head over heels for the oldest Winchester and I almost got him killed.

By the time I was into my fourth drink I heard the door open and heard Dean’s voice, “(Y/N), what the hell?” I turned my head towards Dean’s voice, “Dean I almost got you killed, so I decided to drink, you know? Like you do after you go through a horrible hunt.” Dean laughed, “Even if I don’t go through a difficult hunt I drink. You didn’t almost get me killed (Y/N), you shouldn’t blame yourself. We got ambushed by a pack of Vamps. We were both damn lucky that Sam showed up when he did.” I nodded and brought my drink back up to my lips. As I raised my hand up for two more drinks, Dean slid into seat across from me. “So what are you drinking?” I raised my eyebrow, “Whiskey, I just ordered two more.” He smiled. “A girl after my own heart.” I rolled my eyes.

After both of us had downed a few shots, we were feeling pretty good. Then I heard ‘Slow Hands’ by Niall Horan play on the speakers. “Dean this is my favorite song.” Dean groaned and I jumped out of the booth and walked towards the other dancing patrons. Then I started to move my hips, We should take this back to my place, that’s what she said right to my face, I mouthed looking right at Dean. Dean kept his eyes glued to me while I danced away to the song. I walked towards Dean, “Cause I want you bad, yeah I want you Baby,” I sang to him and Dean gulped. Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bar, he probably thought I was too drunk to be in the bar so I followed him. But as soon as the door shut, he had me pressed up against the cold cement wall and started kissing down my neck. I moaned quietly, then I was confused and pushed him away for a minute.

“Am I going too fast?” Dean asked me looking slightly embarrassed. I shook my head and gulped the breath I was holding in, “No not at all. I’ve been waiting for this for months.” Dean smiled, “Good me too. I didn’t think you wanted me like that but then you started to dance and that song, made me realize I want you right now.” I smirked, “Well then, what do you say we take this back to my place?” Dean laughed, “Good thing you got your own room tonight.” I giggled and grabbed Dean’s hand. We got into Baby and I immediately slid into Dean’s side kissing his neck. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna have to pull the car over sweetheart.” I moaned, “Is that a challenge Winchester?” Dean laughed, “I’d honestly prefer not to because my back hurts and fucking you in Baby can happen anytime but right now I would prefer the bed.” I smiled back at Dean, “Oh thank god, my ankle hurts. So I am more than willing to take you up on the raincheck for car sex.” We both laughed and then I went back to my spot next to his side.

I just wanna take my time

We could do this, baby, all night, yeah

‘Cause I want you bad

Yeah, I want you, baby

As soon as we got to the motel room, Dean grabbed my hands and pulled me into him. I moved quickly and pushed him on the bed and turned on the same song in the bar. As it started I moved my hips and Dean reach his hands out to bring me closer to him and I raised my hand up, “No touching yet sweetheart. Don’t want this to end to fast.” Dean nodded not taking his eyes off of me. I moved closer stradling Dean, placing my hands around Dean’s shoulders and looking in his eyes, “Hey.” I whispered to him and he smiled, “Hi.” Then he laid down so that I could fully straddle his waist.

Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chance

That I’m leaving here without you on me

I, I know

Yeah, I already know that there ain’t no stopping

Your plans and those

Slow hands

I moved my hands up Dean’s waist sliding up his shirt, he sat up to help me take it off. Then is was my turn, Dean lifted my shirt off of my waist slowly dragging his hands up the rest of the way. I lifted my arms up and then I reached behind me to take my bra off. I threw it across the room and then slowly rocked against his body. Dean then put his hands on my breasts massaging them. I moaned and leaned into him, then he flipped us so that he was on top. He kissed down my bare chest and down my stomach. He stopped at my where my jeans were and put his fingers in the sides and gradually slid them down along with my panties. Once they were off he pushed his way between my legs. I leaned up and pulled his head down to meet mine and kissed him passionately, and he groaned grinding into my aching core. I let out a groan and let the man continue his work.

We spent the entire night tangled together, one of my legs in between his and his arm draped around my waist. The night slowly burned away as we just laid there together just soaking up each other and this moment. Occasionally going into another round of mind blowing sex, drowsy and mostly sober.

She’s Dreaming Ch. 2

Pairing: Reader x Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff, intimacy, mature content.

Word Count: 4195

Description: After waking up with love bites from the first dream where you and Chanyeol met, you fall asleep thinking of him, and find him in your dream again. A dream full of colors, bright lights, and deep adoration.

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MATTORD ONE SHOTS - In the Rain

Thunder.

This day went from decent to awful in what seemed like only a few mere minutes. The weather forecast was wrong; 30% of rain. Bullshit. It was currently downpouring, and the windshield wipers can only do so much. In fact, it was so much rain that the streets were practically flooded. Or were starting to become flooded at the very least.

Tord had just went out for a quick cigarette run. When he left, it was fine. Cloudy, but fine. When he came out of the store, shit got crazy. Music was playing softly from Tord’s phone that was connected to his radio, a song not known by many but loved by him. It was “Quiet nights of quiet stars” By Stacey Kent. Tord had a unique taste of music. This song was so relaxing, so soft.

More thunder rumbling.

The Norwegian gave an annoyed sigh and turned up the music. The rain was so loud, and the thunder surely wasn’t helping. The car slowly came to a stop at the red light, Tord’s eyes looking at the road in front of him before proceeding to scan the area… Wait. What the hell? Tord blinked, rolling down the window despite the rain coming through. Someone was there. Someone he knew very well in fact.

Where he was, was near a park. And there was a long path that looped around in a big circle, then split off into many areas. Along the path, where people would walk along or hang out, there would be some benches to sit on. On one of the benches sat a hunched over ginger who was drenched head to toe, his head faced down. Matt.

Rolling up his window, Tord flipped on his blinker and took a right turn instead. He pulled into the parking lot and shuffled through the random shit in the back of his car to find an old black umbrella, then took the key out of the ignition and got out of the car. Once he was outside the warm car he shivered. It was so cold. Tord popped open the umbrella and gripped it, making his way into the park and starting to walk along the path.

So many puddles. Tord hated this. A nice, light shows of rain was enjoyable, but this was morbid and awful. It took a while, but Tord soon found himself approaching a sad Matt who was sitting now with his feet up on the bench, hugging his knees with a frown. He couldn’t tell if the man before him was crying or not.

“Up.” Tord said flatly, standing right in front of the bench now with the umbrella over Matt’s head. Matt didn’t seem to be affected by Tord’s sudden appearance at all, he just looks at him and sniffled sadly. Oh yeah, he’s crying.

When not getting an answer, Tord sighed and said, “Matt, get off that wet bench right now, you will catch a cold at this rate.”

“I have a strong immune system.” Matt mumbled, flinching at the sound of thunder in the distance.

“I have known you all my life. You have the worst immune system I have ever seen, and you get freaked out by thunder. Well, loud and or alarming noises in general actually.”

Matt grunts. “Leave alone to w-wallow in my own misery.”

“There is no chance that I am leaving without you, so you are out of luck my friend.” Tord brought his free hand down to push Matt’s feet off of the bench, and sat close beside him so they could share the umbrella. “Do I have to play the guessing game or will you tell me what is troubling you?”

Giving in, Matt let his body lean against Tord. “I have been on so many dates with so many people, but nobody makes it past the first date. I-I don’t get it Tord, it isn’t me, I’m obviously great. But if it’s not me then what is it?”

Ah, so that’s what it was. It must be incredibly frustrating for this to happen. But Tord had a simple answer. “They are obviously intimated by your perfection, Matt.” Tord said, offering a slight smile.

At this, Matt looked up. “… You really think so?”

“I know so. You shouldn’t doubt yourself. You have that child wonder ascpect about you, breath taking looks, a charming personality, silly, yet lovable behavior…”

“Hm. That is very true! But they said I was loud and obnoxious and annoying-”

“Well in my opinion, they’re wrong. And their opinion shouldn’t matter to you.”

Matt smiled a bit, wiping his damp cheeks. “You’re right. It’s about what I think about myself!”

“Right.”

“And I think I’m awesome!” Matt threw his arms into the air for effect, almost knocking over the umbrella.

Tord laughed, patting his friends back. “Exactly. Always believe in yourself and whatnot. Now let us get back home, you must be so cold.” He said, standing up and holding out his free hand for Matt to take.

When Matt took it and was brought to his feet, he quietly mumbled to himself, “Believe in yourself, huh?” Tord’s payed no mind to Matt’s mumblings, taking a few steps forward, then looking back when Matt didn’t follow.

“Are you coming, friend?” The Norwegian raised an eyebrow, Matt getting soaked yet again from not being under the umbrella. “Or do I have to drag you to the car? You know, your hair is getting fucked up from the weather.”

Suddenly, the umbrella was on the ground. Matt had knocked it out of his hand. Tord looked at him with a confused, yet pissed off expression. “Matt?!” So many confused hand gestures. Matt took one of the hands and held it for a moment, before setting the hand on his own shoulder. Then he took Tord’s other hand and held it. Matt’s free hand rests on Tord’s waist and well. They were in quite the position here.

Tord stared at the ginger as he did this, and felt his face heat up. He is not- He IS. Matt started to dance with him. In the POURING rain. So casually.

“Matthew Heartves.”

“Tord Larsin.”

“I am freezing. Stop this immediately.”

“If you’re freezing then let me,” Matt dipped Tord. “Warm you up.”

Tord gave him a look, trying not to grin and giggle wildly. “You- God damn it.” He snorts, shaking his head no. “How are you going to do that?”

“Hm… I didn’t think this through.” Matt smacks his lips together to make a popping sound as he thought. But when he got one he gasped. “Wanna wear my hoodie?”

Well this wasn’t what Tord was expecting. “Your hoodie is soaked, kjære.”

“Shoot! I can warm you up with the intense burning love that radiates from my skin!”

“If it is anything like your socks, then no thank you.”

“Hey! Rude!” Matt pouted, still keeping Tord in a dipping position. “Then I don’t know!”

“You could kiss me.”

“Yeah I could but I- KISS YOU?!” Matt almost dropped Tord, but luckily he had gripped Matt’s hoodie and held onto his hand for dear life.

“FAEN! Do not drop me I will loose my balance!”

“I’m sorry! But you told me to- t-to–” Matt got bashful, then whispered, “Kiss you!”

The Norwegian laughed. “Well you are the one who out of the blue started dancing with me in the rain. That is pretty damn gay if I do say so myself.”

“Oh bugger. I mean… Maybe if you wanna we could I guess…”

As Matt continued to ramble quietly, Tord simply stared, blinking slowly. Enough of this. He leaned up to steal a kiss from the ginger’s lips, only the sound of rain crashing upon them, and more quiet thunder filling their ears. Matt slowly brought Tord up from the dip, the sound of the puddles or water under their feet splashing.

When they pulled away Matt practically had stars in his eyes, looking at Tord like he had just discovered nuclear fusion or stole the Declaration of Independence. A very shocked, happy, excited look. Many emotions.

Tord stared right back with a smug grin, patting his cheek lightly. “Alright, that’s enough of that solider. Let’s go home now, yeah?”

“Y-Yes! Yeah! Let’s- Let’s do that!” Matt watched as Tord took his hand and guided him back to the car.

A while after this incident, Matt found that Tord was running through his mind. A lot. And caught himself staring at him… And has gotten Tord catching him stare. Which surprisingly wasn’t all that awkward. Staring at Tord is much more appealing than staring at himself nowadays…

Until he started sneezing. Then he wanted to look at nobody and lock himself in the room forever and stay on his bed under a pile a tissues.

Tord was right. What a weak immune system.

Dirty harry imagine (praise kink)

It’s been about a year since Harry and I had started dating and although we’ve been intamite a few times there were still some kinks of mine he didn’t know about. You see When I first met him I was very shy when it came to that kinda stuff but he slowly made me more comfortable with it breaking down my walls. “hey babe tell me a kink you have that I don’t know about” Harry whispered in my ear hovering over me and placing small kisses on my neck I whimpered tilting my head to the side giving him better access. Apart of me wanted to tell him that I had a huge praise kink but another part of me was afraid he would laugh and think it was silly. When I said nothing he sighed “fine don’t tell me it’ll be more fun to try and find out myself anyways”. “Harry why is this such a big deal?” I asked and he shrugged “just wanna know what gets that pretty little cunt soaked” he breathed and I gasped at his filthy words feeling myself start to become wet. Slowly riding both of us of our clothes a groan fell past his lips when he spread my legs and saw how wet I already was “you must want me bad huh baby girl?”. “Please just do something” I begged in no mood to be teased with that he brought his tongue to my heat licking a strip from my entrance to my clit causing me to tangle my fingers in his curls. “N-need your fingers to” I choked out making him tisk “greedy little thing ain’t you Y/N” all I could do was let out a moan as he slid two fingers into my entrance while his tongue focused on my swollen nub. “Fuck don’t stop” I cried out as he soon sped up the movements of both his mouth and fingers making me teeter dangerously close to the edge but before I could cum he stopped pulling away and I whimpered wanting my release so bad. “Sorry love wanted to be inside you when you let go” I nodded and he lined himself up with me before slowly pushing in inch by inch wanting me to feel all of him. It didn’t take long for Harry to find a rhythm fast and rough just how I liked it “such a good girl you always take my cock so well Y/N” he growled making me become even more wet if possible causing a wicked grin to appear on his face. “Oh is that it hmm? is that what makes this pussy soaked? me telling you what a good girl you are for me” I bite my lip and nodded unable to form proper words “why didn’t you just tell me you had a praise kink that’s so hot baby”. “God I’m so close” I whined and he brought his hand between us rubbing my clit in figure eights that’s all it took for me to let go. “That’s my good girl” he praised me nuzzling his face into my neck and I could feel the cocky smirk on his face him being amused and proud of himself for finding out about this kink of mine. “Don’t get cocky Harry next time I might have to find out a kink of yours” he chuckled and winked before bringing his lips to mine “looking forward to it babe”.

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anonymous asked:

tattoo (not sure if this has been said before)

it hasn’t! which is wild, considering one of them actually has one lol

so how about the first time Blaine sees the infamous tat?

(one word prompt thingy)

“It’s Got Bette Midler?” 

Blaine is doubled over behind him, his forehead pressed up between Kurt’s shoulderblades as he shakes with laughter. He’s propping himself up with one arm on the bed while Kurt sits shirtless and cross-legged in front of him.

“My tattoo artist thought of it.” Kurt says, rolling his eyes. “It’s random enough to be funny, but still relevant to my interests. Don’t you think?” 

Blaine’s fingers grip Kurt’s shoulders as he pulls himself upright. He rubs a gentle thumb over the tattoo, mindful of Kurt’s still-healing skin. “What’s got Bette Midler, though? Hocus Pocus? The First Wives Club? Beaches?

“Blaine.” 

“Or… is it you? Do you have Bette Midler somewhere, Kurt?” 

“Blaine!” Kurt’s cheeks begin to color in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. “Is it really that terrible?” 

“I’m… s-so–” Blaine loses it again, dissolving into giggles as he leans back and laughs at the ceiling. 

The embarrassment takes over, Kurt retrieving his soft blue hoodie from the floor and slipping it on over his head. “I know it’s a stupid tattoo, but… I thought it was funny. And not in the way you seem to think it is.” Kurt can see them both in the full-length mirror in the corner of his room, Blaine laughing behind him as he stares at himself. His affection for Blaine betrays his irritation for a moment, as he can’t help but notice how beautiful Blaine’s smile is and how cute those little crinkles at the corners of his eyes are when he laughs.

Kurt makes a show of fixing his hair after the hoodie has disheveled it, though he looks away from the mirror where his bright red ears and cheeks are so apparent. 

Blaine’s laughter quickly peters out, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed with concern. “Kurt, no, that’s not why I was laughing.” He crawls up behind Kurt again on his knees and wraps his arms around his neck. “I agree with you, and I think it’s brilliant. That’s why I was laughing.” 

“With me?”

“Not at you. Never at you.” 

Kurt suddenly feels silly for being so sensitive about it. He knows damn well that Blaine doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. “Sorry, I’m just… I couldn’t believe I did that in the first place, you know? The original tattoo was only misspelled because of my mistake, not the artist’s. I failed so hard at rebelling.” 

“What were you rebelling against?” Blaine hooks his chin over Kurt’s shoulder and nuzzles into his neck, careful not to press too hard against Kurt’s back. 

“…Myself? I just wanted to shake things up.” 

“Then you rebelled perfectly, if you think about it. You went in with a plan, and then you changed that plan, even if it wasn’t on purpose. You shook up the shake-up.”

Kurt snorts, doubling over himself as he reaches up and clutches Blaine’s arms around his shoulders. “That’s barely logic.” 

“Whatever. You try to form a real argument when your fiance goes and gets all tatted up and pierced and surprises you like this.” 

He nips at Kurt’s earlobe, and Kurt shivers in his arms. 

“I have a thing for… all of this, you know,” Blaine continues, loosening his grip so he can slide off the bed and stand in front of Kurt.

“I know.” Kurt levels him with a steady glare, smirking as he opens his mouth and slides the shiny silver bar in his tongue against his teeth. He rests his hands on Blaine’s hips and leans forward, pressing his face to Blaine’s belly and licking a circle around his navel, sending hot/cold tingles across his skin as the metal drags against it. 

“Fuck,” Blaine whispers, scooting back onto the bed by straddling Kurt’s lap. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to keep that?” 

“Uh-huh,” Kurt says, moving his bar-tongued focus up to Blaine’s nipples. 

“But… oh, I– I really like it, Kurt.”

“I’m a rebel, babe. I don’t do things just because other people want me to.”

Blaine laughs again, though it’s mostly the shock of the sensation than anything else. His breath hitches a second later, his fingers going into Kurt’s hair as he gasps, “You are. With – hunhh – with or without this stuff, I’ve always thought that was so hot.” 

Kurt pulls back for a moment to look at Blaine’s face. His big hazel eyes are glazing over with lust, his lips open around his stuttering breaths. Kurt can feel Blaine’s fingers twitching in his hair as he tries not to just push Kurt’s face against him again. 

“Well, then… let’s make the most of it while I do have it, hmm?” Kurt runs his tongue over his bottom lip, making sure the bar is visible as he tilts his face up and waits.

A huge, mischievous grin splits across Blaine’s face, his hips bucking a little in Kurt’s lap as he gets comfortable. Then he leans in and kisses him, immediately slipping his tongue into Kurt’s mouth to play with his piercing.

He’s still giggling, exhilarated, when they fall onto the bed together a moment later.

REQUESTS AND STORIES: Puffs and bets (Simon D x Black Reader)

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Tags: request / reader’s pov (black woman) x idol / relationship and motherhood / mixed raced daughter / fluff / funny / slightest smut innuendo (it’s very subtle) / 
Featuring: Jung Kiseok (Simon D, AOMG).
Writer: CL
Word count: 1,2k words
Requested by: @novocainelaced “Hi! 😊 I really love your writing and I saw that request are open, so I was wondering if you could do some fluff/comedy with Simon D trying to do his daughters super curly mixed hair while the reader is busy or something and she comes backs to see her child’s hair?“
Comments: I tried to make it as funny as I could, I don’t know if it’s any good, please excuse me if it wasn’t (it’s my first funny story!). I’d like some feedback on this, if you can, I’m not very sure about the story. / PS: I am in love with the little girl from the moodboard, what a cutie!

ATTENTION, PLEASE READ: This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people are unintentional. This story contains mature themes. By reading this story you agree that you are 18 years or older. The author does not authorize the reproduction, reposting, editing or any alteration of this material, fully or partially.

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