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anonymous asked:

So my english teacher got really excited when i told him i had some poems finished. He said that he would read them asap and this morning he came to my first hour and pulled me out of my class (he has first hour conference so he didnt have a class then) and he said that he loved them!

fldkdskhfod i am SO EXCITED AND HAPPY FOR YOU ahh thats so great babe!!!!! <3

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Well… she did know how to open it… (Anna and Remington (my ocs) and 2017) Happy New Year!

when te fiti has her heart, it’s assumed she can gift life to anything, right? well imagine this:

te fiti is really greatful after maui apologizes. she knows from past personal experience how stubborn he can be, so she does a little bit more for him than just fixing his fish hook for him

after he leaves moana to sail herself home he’s flying around when a small island he doesn’t recognize from the sky catches his attention. 

curious, he lands on it and looks around at this beautiful lush green island just blooming with plant life. it confuses him that he’s never seen this island before because he knows for sure he would’ve remembered pulling up something so beautiful until he stumbles upon this large boulder with famaliar looking carvings on it and it just hits him all at once

this was his island. 

Te Fiti took what used to be a pile of boulders and wiltering plants and restored it to the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

she didn’t just fix what he valued most

she took this place he was trapped on for a thousand years, this place he thought he hated, and she used it to give him a home.

Something he’s never really had before.

Day 23: Magnus + Battle

The portal shimmied into existence and Magnus glanced up, face set into a smile, a greeting on his lips that soon died when instead of his tall, lanky and dark haired boyfriend, he was staring at his blond, cocky, more compact brother.

“Where’s Alec,” Magnus asked as his eyes darted behind Jace waiting for Alec to step through the portal. The portal closed, leaving him and Jace alone in his loft. “I didn’t grant you all a private portal so you can drop in any time you please Wayland.”

Jace shrugged. “Sorry.”

Magnus arched a brow. “Well? Where is he?”

Jace winced. And if that wasn’t enough to give him away, the way his eyes darted about, unwilling to meet Magnus’ eyes confirmed it.

Magnus growled. “No.”

Jace took a step back. “Magnus…”

“You didn’t.”

Jace held his hands up. “Hey. I couldn’t very well tie him down you know. Alec can be quite insistent.”

“Insistent,” Magnus hissed. “He hasn’t slept in four days Jace. Four days. And you let him accept another mission?”

Jace shook his head. “I wasn’t in the institute when he got called out. By the time I got back, he was already gone.”

Magnus pushed off from the seat, a snap of his fingers changing his red draping shirt and jeans into a dark purple military jacket, and black cargo pants that he’d specifically had tailored to fit his body like a glove; his spiked combat boots on his feet. He walked around Jace, ignoring him as he went to the drawers and pulled out his jeweled daggers, a twin set Ragnor had gotten him back during the witch trials, so he could defend himself without necessarily resorting to magic. Ragnor had had them spelled so even when they left him, they always returned to him when he called for them.

He still carried them with him any time he entered a fight.

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Part 1.1 - Sex & Nobu

“So baby please, baby please no promises..”

I picked up the phone right away when he called, because well, I always picked up the phone for Niall. That’s just how our relationship – if that’s what you wanna call it – was, simple as. I had met Niall a little over three years back, introduced to him through a mutual friend while his band was stopped in LA during one of their tours. We hit it off immediately; him a super laid back, genuine, funny and incredibly intelligent guy who always had something interesting to talk about, and me…well, a complete sucker for all of the above and, of course, a good alcoholic beverage. It didn’t hurt that he was literally the cutest guy I had ever laid eyes on, though he was vastly aware of that fact.

I knew exactly who he was even before we had officially met, my friend heeding me a nice warning, I guess you could say. I kept an open mind meeting him but was instantly enamored and blown away by just how normal he actually was. If I hadn’t known how famous he was to begin with, I definitely wouldn’t have guessed just from hanging out with him; he was just that cool of a person. And he seemed pretty damn keen on me too.

We hooked up that very first night we met, going back to his hotel room and fucking the life out of one another. Definitely not in my plan but definitely not a regret on my part either. The sex was fucking fantastic, probably one of the best lays I had ever had and while Niall was eager to keep doing…whatever it was that we were doing, we both made it clear that it was to be nothing more than that. He was extremely busy, as was I with my own life, and he travelled so much that it just couldn’t be any other way.

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“He is tired of life. He has madness in his soul.”

Alexander Siddig as Mr. Shaitana, “Cards on the Table” - Agatha Christie’s Poirot [2006]

I can’t wait for episode VIII to show us the castle that, I assume, Kylo Ren lives in.

I imagine it will be just like Darth Vader’s except Kylo had to build it himself, in a swamp, out of sand and toothpaste and sheer Force-ability.

So really it will be nothing like Vader’s castle, at all, because it’ll be barebones and homestead and there will be 8 other millennials living there.

And people will call him “entitled” and “extra” because he lives in a castle.

Not Ready

Marinette is pregnant.  It was an accident, a late night at a club where she got drunk and went home with someone, but it’s still there.  She’s pregnant.  At least according to the seventeen pregnancy tests she took.  Alya’s away, and Hawkmoth seems to be on vacation, so she’s not able to talk to anyone until after she’s been to the doctor to confirm it.

She’s pregnant.

So she goes to patrol that night, the first patrol with Chat since she took the tests, and cries on him for a while.  She’s not getting an abortion–she’s pro-choice, but can’t do it herself–and she still has to talk to the father.

But Chat’s there.  He comforts her, says he’ll be there for her whether the father is or not.  He lets her cry on his shoulder for hours, and patrol never actually gets done.  They decide to meet up tomorrow night, even though it’s not a patrol night, so they can talk after Marinette talks to the father.

Which doesn’t go well.  Actually, that’s an understatement.  The father is furious at her for being pregnant, wants her to get an abortion, and wants nothing to do with the baby if she has it.

So Marinette leaves in tears, and skips her classes that afternoon and goes immediately to their patrol spot to just sit and cry for hours, waiting for Chat.

Chat left an hour early for patrol, barely having allowed himself to wait that long, and finds Ladybug already on the roof.  She tells him about how it went with the father and starts crying all over again.

“I’ll be it’s father.”

“What?”

“A baby needs a father.  Mine was never around, and I know that’s messed me up.  So I can be this baby’s father.  I mean, if you want.”

“I…I’d like that.”

So they sit there for hours until Ladybug’s tears subside, holding onto each other.  When they decide it’s time to leave, Ladybug suggests they reveal their identities because “I am not going to the doctor as Ladybug, and I am not having Chat Noir take me there.”

So they reveal themselves, and are freaking happy that they are Adrien and Marinette, because that makes introducing themselves to their friends much easier.

The next morning, Adrien is sleep deprived and freaking out because he spent all night on the internet looking up everything about babies and pregnancy and “should I propose, Plagg?  Do you think she’ll expect me to?  What do babies eat?  Oh god, what if there’s more than one baby?”

(he’s also spent an insane amount of money on baby clothes and stuffed animals)

So when Nino calls to ask why he’s late for lunch, you really can’t blame him for blurting out:

“I’m not ready to be a father!”

“…what?”

“I’m not ready, Nino!  What if I’m as terrible a father as mine?  What if I kill it?  What if it hates me?  What if–”

“Adrien?”

“What?”

“A father?”

“Yes!  I’m not ready!”

“…who did you get pregnant?”

(you also can’t blame him for hanging up and not going to lunch after all because Marinette didn’t want to tell anyone yet and he almost blew it with the first person he talked to)

They tell their friends a few weeks later, saying that Adrien and Marinette got drunk and hooked up one night, and no they’re not together but they’re both going to be in this baby’s life.

Alya and Nino are thrilled and decide that they are going to be godparents and Alya announces it on the Ladyblog (Marinette and Adrien laugh later about how relevant a post that really was).

The pregnancy goes well.  Adrien does not, in fact, propose, though he does discuss it with Marinette, who decides that maybe in the future, but only if they actually have a relationship together.  They get an apartment together, and Marinette has to hide Adrien’s credit cards because he’s a stress shopper and “we really don’t need six cribs.  You need to send some of them back.”

Ladybug disappears around sometime around the third month, Chat Noir fighting akumas on his own and bringing her the butterflies after for purification.  Chat Noir assures the public that Ladybug is safe and sound, and that she’s only disappeared because there will be a new little bug in a few months, and, no, he will not comment on whether or not this bug is also a kitten.

(Alya freaks out because “Marinette, your baby will be the same age as Ladybugs!  They’ll go to school together!”)

Adrien freaks out at every ultrasound, crying and squeezing Marinette’s hand.  He buys her whatever food she’s craving, and sometimes Chat Noir will be found begging at the door of a closing shop because “Ladybug needs pickles and chocolate fudge can you please stay open just another minute?” and because these stores will usually let Chat Noir in but not Adrien.

(Chat Noir also can’t go more than half a block without people giving him baby supplies.  Sometimes he has to refuse because “Ladybug would not be happy if I came home with a seventh crib.”)

(This leads to the rumours that Ladybug and Chat Noir are having sextuplets, which Marinette finds hilarious.)

(Adrien is just relieved that these rumours aren’t true because one baby is stressful enough and it hasn’t even come yet.)

It’s around five months when Chat Noir almost dies in an akuma attack.  Marinette watches on TV and begs Tikki to let her transform to help, but it would be too dangerous for the baby, so all she can do is watch and cry.  Chat stumbles in the window a while later, barely conscious and bleeding all over the floor.  Ladybug cleanses the akuma and it heals Chat, and they both release their transformations as Marinette throws herself at him, crying.

“I almost lost you.  You have to be more careful, Chat.  I can’t lose you.”

Neither of them notice, at first, that she kisses him.  It seems natural.  He almost died.  She was upset.  So of course she’d kiss him.

Of course, they do notice, and both make things awkward for a few hours before they decide that maybe they should try this for real.

The baby comes a few days early, and Adrien was at a shoot on the other side of Paris when he got the call from Nino.  It would take hours to get there, hours he doesn’t have because Marinette is in labour and he isn’t there and he is seriously stressing out.

So he ducks into an alley and transforms and races across the rooftops.

When he reaches the hospital, the nurses and patients in the waiting give him weird looks but he ignores them because he has to find Marinette.

He barges into Marinette’s room with a “Marinette!  I’m here!” and doesn’t know why everyone turns to stare.

Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng glance between their daughter and the man who barged in, squinting and trying to put the pieces together.

The nurse who had been checking on a machine drops her clipboard.

Nino narrows his eyes and closes the book he had been trying to distract himself with, rising in a defensive stance.

Alya takes a picture.

And Marinette?  Marinette bursts into hysterical laughter.

“You’re an idiot.”

“What?  I got here as fast as I could.  The shoot was on the other side of town.  I–”

“Adrien.  You’re in costume.”

He looks down at himself and groans because he knew he forgot something when he jumped off the roof.  He releases the transformation and goes to the bed, deciding to pretend like it never happened and asking Marinette how she’s doing.

“That means you’re Ladybug,” Alya says, not going along with Adrien’s plan to ignore his mistake.  “Right?  Because Chat Noir hasn’t said that Ladybug’s baby is his, but he also hasn’t been subtle about the baby being his.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Marinette groans out as a contraction hits.  “Preferably when I don’t have a baby trying to rip its way out of me.”

“Fine,” Alya agrees.  “As long as I get an exclusive about Chat Noir and Ladybug’s baby.”

Hugo Michel Dupain-Cheng-Agreste came into the world a few hours later, by which point all of Paris knew Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities (becuase Chat Noir running through a hospital screaming for Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not very subtle, and it was common knowledge that Marinette was having a baby with supermodel Adrien Agreste, so Chat Noir’s own identity wasn’t a stretch) and the section of the hospital has to be cornered off to keep out the cameras and the fans.

Gabriel Agreste comes to see them later in the day, to visit his grandson.  He takes his son aside before he leaves, apologizing for being such a horrible father.

“I’ll be better to him, if you’ll let me be in his life.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

But Gabriel doesn’t answer, instead handing a small brown box to his son.

“I am so sorry.  I can’t do this anymore, not when it means hurting my family.  I hope you can forgive me, and that you’ll listen to my explanation one day, but I understand if you won’t.  You don’t have to worry about this anymore.”

And with that, Gabriel was gone, leaving Adrien alone and confused in the hallway of the hospital.  He looked down at the box again, it was so familiar but he couldn’t figure out why.  Slowly, he opened it.  Inside sat a purple butterfly broach.

It’s a few months later before Ladybug and Chat Noir make an appearance again, chasing each other across the rooftops and laughing, stopping in alcoves to kiss.

The papers the next morning feature this:  Ladybug with her arms around Chat’s neck, beaming as he kisses her cheek.  A green sling around Chat’s body, one of his arms holding it to his chest, the other around Ladybug’s waist.  And a baby, tucked in the sling, a little head with cat ears sticking out.

All of Paris turned up a year later to the long awaited wedding between Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

REMINDER THAT THIS IS A FIC NOW

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Serious texts with Jungkook ~ For anon

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ready to go // panic! at the disco

Seriously though I loved that episode. Loved. it.

The end was a bit of a stab in the heart, pun not intended, but the Captain Charming was so great that I knew it was coming, and I’m actually excited, I mean Hook my love he deserves a break man for real BUT this just opens the door to more Captain Charming and I. can’t. wait.

My 2 priorities on this show now are Captain Swan’s happiness and Captain Charming bro-ing it out so more. of. this. stuff. please.

The day that changed everything. 17 years ago.

Due to King Hugo and the strengthened economy, Seinegald was flourishing. Although it was bordering on war with Phandaria, though former battles had left the snow country in a worse shape than Seinegald, and still in cold war with Aquaveil after the latter had declared independence, the kingdom of Seinegald had nothing serious to worry. It was as powerful enough to fend off its enemies as it was strong enough to support itself and its people. Due to helping it with rebuilding after a crisis, Seinegald’s bond with Fitzgald developed to be unshakable, planned to become even stronger. King Hugo and Queen Chris had agreed to have their child who was bound to be born any day soon marry either the prince or princess of Fitzgald when they come of age. Nothing seemed like an actual threat to Seinegald which could shake it in its roots. Some rumors said that King Hugo made a pact with a demon to help Seinegald to new prosperity. Others said it was a twist of fate.

There was also one particular rumor about a man named Karell Berselius. According to some, he was not as he seems. Not a normal human. Ever since he became the king’s advisor and strategist, Seinegald had been set on a path to prosperity and hadn’t strayed from it ever since.

Hugo trusted Karell’s word like no other. When Karell suggested fighting, Hugo sent off his army. When Karell advised him to retreat, Hugo had his army retreat. Although their relationship had started off quite rocky, Karell’s words proved to right every single time, earning him titles such as ‘fortuneteller’ or 'seer’ or even 'god-sent’.

On that day, Hugo called for Karell. The birth of his child was due today, though according to the young doctor, Atwight Eks, they were going to have twins. Hugo wanted a word with Karell, hoping for some good news on having offspring strong and healthy enough to keep his legacy alive and leading Seinegald further along the path of prosperity. When Karell arrived however, the man’s face was marred. He was going to leave soon, he told the king. There was no need for him to stay here any longer. Nothing was there to fear for the king, he said, his voice filled with hesitation. As for now, Seinegald was in good hands. There was more to it than Hugo had known at that moment. 'As for now’ was the important part.

It was beyond the king’s understanding why the man didn’t want to stay anymore. He offered him a big mansion, a wife, riches - everything - if only he stayed there. But Karell declined and bid his farewell to the king. There was nothing keeping him here, especially since his sister had left a few years ago on a journey to search for something she had never bothered to explain any further. Karell had always wondered what it was that she was looking for, but he knew better than to think to hard on his sister’s plans. She was bound to show up soon with a completely unbelievable story about something which Karell wouldn’t even dream about existing.

Fearing Karell would go to one of the enemies and use his powers to attack Seinegald, Hugo didn’t wait for long and with a swift movement of his hand ordered a guard to kill him. It didn’t take much more than a skilled trust of a sword’s blade into his back to make the man collapse on his knees. With the last of his breath, he gave Hugo one last prophecy, as he smeared his own blood on the ground to create an unrecognizable patch. “Remember this,” Karell told him while in great pain. “The child born with this marking on the back will be the downfall to your kingdom.”

Karell broke down and died, leaving Hugo with an ominous feeling he couldn’t shake off. In an instance, he rushed to his wife’s side. Not just one bundle was lying in her arms but two, just as Atwight had predicted. A girl and a boy. Rutee and Emilio, that were the names they had decided beforehand.

Ignoring the people around him, Hugo walked toward his wife and children and lifted Rutee to take a look at her back. No marking. She wasn’t going to cause Seinegald’s destruction. Maybe Karell had been wrong for once? It must have been mere words of wrath. They didn’t have to hold any further meaning to them.

But as Hugo examined Emilio’s back, he almost felt his heart burst with shock. The same marking as the formerly unrecognizable patch of blood was right on his back. Emilio would bring doom to them all. His own son would destroy him and everything he had put so much work into. This child was the epitome of calamity.

EDIT: note: this is based on the Servant of Evil manga and basically the same scene. I really liked it so i just went with it and thought it would be a good start to introduce the story.

Reasons I won’t shop at the locally owned comic store: Those who work there embody literally every negative steryotype of male geeks and make me feel like crap when I try to buy things there, and asking them questions only results in rude “i’m better than you because I know this,” responces.

Reasons I will shop at hastings (part of a chain): The people there are always helpful AND knowlegeable abt comics and the guy who works at the comics is an older man and once told me a story about reading captain marvel with his daughter back when i was first getting into comics and has never once made me feel inferior because i don’t know much about comics or have a question

so i have a new oc and a really kind of cute scene for him but not really a story and i kind of want to write it but i’m scared that writing it down is gonna ruin it

Note: Im not a writer in anyway, and I know this isnt good, but its something? I used to make up small little stories like this for my little sister when she would have bad dreams and had to sleep with me. So I hope you like this random and pointless little story.


The time was roughly noon judging by the sun overhead. The day was warmer than usual but bearable due to the gentle free flowing breeze and the soft clouds. The sky had an illuminatingly blue glow to it. Had it always looked that way, or was today different, you wondered. Not only did the sky have a soft and calming warmth to it, but even the surrounding grass seemed to whisper a little louder with its multiple shades of green. It felt like one of those rare days where the whole world around seemed to be breathing a little bit calmer. Such an atmosphere could be contagious to anyone. Everyone around seemed to have noticed it as well, the noise of people that normally would cause migraines appeared to be nonexistent. Days like these were nice, whether in the moment or in memories. Looking back on similar days, you can still feel the suns gentle hug or warmth against your skin, and you can feel the tingle of a breeze that may have traveled across the world to reach you. You can smell the clean air as it fills your lungs and leaves taking away all the weight that may have be trapped there. Closing your eyes, you can feel a soft calm around you and nothing else matter if only for a few minutes.

Days like these should be enjoyed, if even for a second. So, you decide to treat yourself. Walking to the rhythm of your favorite song along the quite street, you head to the closet store. Walking in you hear the ring of the store bell and feel the cool air hit you. Listing to the sounds of a somewhat empty, but not completely, store you head back to the freezer department and pick out your favorite cold treat, knowing that you’ve earned it, and head to the check-out. Once there, a sweet older woman checks you out while smiling. She has a soft, caring air about her, and she smells slightly of vanilla and jasmine, which helps to calm any nerves you might have had. Then you leave the store, feeling proud of your endeavor, as you venture back home eating your well-deserved treat.  

While on your way home, you see a puppy/kitty on the walkway and it gladly lets you pet it, then strolls away after giving you some affection. Continuing your walk, you start to notice the calm noises around you; birds chirping every so often, a dog barking here or there, children giggling over a joke you couldn’t hear, cars passing by, music playing out a window of a house you pass. None of them are too pushy or loud today, but pleasant, like a song you know by heart but have never really listened too. As you walk another soft breeze blows past you and you stop walking, standing still, you enjoy it for the few seconds it lasts as you make it to your drive way. Walking up to the front door you stop, turning around to look up for another few seconds so you don’t forget the sky’s warmth. Walking into your room after coming home, you decide to open the window a little bit so that the breeze can still reach you from your bed. The house is calm today, no loud noises nor echoing silence, but a neutral state or sound instead. Instead you listen to the sounds coming from outside your window, calming your thoughts to nothing but happy memories. Taking a deep but soft breath you think to yourself that today is a good day, and I can always remember it. No one can take this day from me nor can they erase the memory of it, today was mine.

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Simon’s tongue is incontrovertibly warm. All of Simon is warm, really, and always has been. But his mouth is still so new to me and all I can think about when I’m kissing him is the hole that’s no doubt burning through my stomach. He keeps doing things like pulling back slightly before crashing his lips into mine again, over and over, or acting like he’s going to kiss me but just letting his lips hover over mine instead. It’s torture (in a good way, if you can believe that), because I have to lift my head up if I want to kiss him.

I can feel him playing with the hem of my shirt, and it’s just kindling the fire inside me. He pushes my shirt up, finally, and I gasp a little. He bites my lip when I do, making me gasp again. I feel his fingers splayed out over my belly button. His hand is cold, but not unpleasantly so.

“Woah, Baz, you’re warm,” Simon smirks, clearly proud of himself, as his fingertips dance over my stomach lightly.

“Of course I am,” I scoff, then bring a hand up to one of his flushed cheeks. He leans into my palm, and closes his eyes slowly, like a damn kitten. “You are too.”

“Yeah, but you’re a vampire,” he whispers, opening his eyes just so he can smirk again.

I shake my head slightly, “doesn’t matter. Your kisses could make ice melt, Snow,” I cringe at myself, and wait for the teasing, but Simon decides to ignore both the irony and cheesiness of my statement.

“I’d rather be snogging you than a block of ice,” he giggles softly, before shifting his weight on my lap and placing both hands behind my back, pulling me up so we’re both sitting. I allow him, and place my hands on either side of his hips, which are on either side of mine.

“Wow, thanks,” I mumble, and he brings his hands up from my back to my neck.

“You know what I mean,” he rolls his eyes, then smiles and blinks languidly before locking eyes with me. I don’t say anything for a few moments, and he must get impatient, because he presses his forehead against mine. He closes his eyes. I’m about to ask if he wants to stop and go to sleep, when he speaks again, “I meant that I like making you melt.”

And he does. His kisses and his touch always make my skin burn, but his words never fail to make my heart melt. I decide to tell him now. “My heart’s a puddle, Snow.”

He jerks his head back from its resting position on my forehead, and tilts it sideways, “because of me?”

I sigh, feeling both content and exasperated, as I always do when I’m with Simon, “yes, because of you, you git, who else?” I bury my nose in the crook of his neck and kiss his mole softly.

He strokes my hair, and it makes me sleepy. I close my eyes. We sit like that for a while, and he’s so quiet that I almost miss him mumble my name, “Baz?”

“Hm?”

“I like this.”

I lift my head from his shoulder and look up at him, “what is this, exactly?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. This,” he cups both of my cheeks and slowly brings his lips to mine for the zillionth time that night. “This,” he says again, before kissing me. It’s slow and soft, and short, but still amazing (It’s amazing every time; I don’t think it’ll ever stop being amazing). It’s obviously supposed to be different than the other kisses, though. “And this,” he gesticulates lazily to both of us, and I nod.

“…do you like this better than fighting?” I ask tentatively, because I still feel like there’s a chance he’s going to push himself off me and realize what the hell he’s doing.

“Definitely.”

I can’t hide my ridiculous smile, and I know it’s ridiculous because the corners of my mouth are hurting from it. Crowley, when did I start allowing myself to be so vulnerable around Snow?

He yawns, reminding me of a kitten again.

“Tired?” I ask, and he nods.

“Sorry.”

“For being tired?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I shake my head, then swat at his side. “Get up.”

He obeys, standing and stretching, then looking around dumbly.

“Well? Couch is yours.” He blushes and looks down, hesitates, then walks over to the couch. I start going to my bed, but stop when he springs up, grabs my hand, and drags me back to the couch. He lays down and pulls me into him, and I am, of course, in no position to object. We fall asleep like that, pressed together on the couch.

Snow kissed me last night until my mouth was sore. He kissed me so much, I was worried I’d Turn him with all my saliva. He held himself up on all fours above me and made me reach up for his mouth—and I did. I would again. I’d cross every line for him.

I’m in love with him.

And he likes this better than fighting.


a/n I really like writing dialogue and snowbaz’s banter is a lot of fun

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I’ve had the reference photo for this sitting in my patreon pinterest board for a while now and I realised that it was perfect for these two. And as usual @feylen went above and beyond with delivering and I’m so happy with this! There’s no real au or story behind this, just a pretty picture with prettier people!