it's so familiar and warm and nice

The tattoo expo

wordcount: 2k ish

warnings: swearing

notes: slightly rushed because I really wanted to post something. ao3 here

Luke had an attraction to tattoos. It was something about the way it seemed to bring peoples skin to life, the swirls and patterns marked into their skin giving a glimpse into the heart of the person they were a part of. Whether they were well planned out or just a spur of the moment thing, they were like an open window into a part of their life. There was an intoxicating beauty to art that someone found worthy to permanently add to their body.

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anonymous asked:

I love your MirrorAU! Could you write Qui-gon seeing Obi-wan struggling and instead of trying to get him to Fall, he tries to help him cope? I'd just really love to see Jedi!Obi-wan with Sith!Qui-gon, and Obi-wan not Fall.

“…Where are we going?” Qui-Gon glanced over his shoulder at the Jedi standing in the cockpit doors, Obi-Wan looking drawn and a bit pale as he stared out at the space passing by the ship. He’d been asleep when Qui-Gon had carried him to the ship in the temple hanger but had clearly woken some time between then and now.

‘Alright, he’s speaking again…’ The other man stood from the chair and moved to the other man, cupping his narrow face in a broad hand. “Somewhere you might feel better.”

The other was visibly confused but to tired to argue even as Qui-Gon tucked an arm around his shoulders and drew him against Qui-Gon’s broad chest.

“Somewhere?” He questioned against the ridiculous expensive silk of the Sith’s tunic.

“Its clear that…the temple was making you…ill.” Qui-Gon started slowly, almost haltingly as if he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“Thought everyone wanted me to fall…” Obi-Wan questioned as he fisted his hands into the silk.

“Fall, not break. That was breaking you.” Qui-Gon teased long copper hair strands with his fingers, feeling the silky texture. “I was not seeking a mindless puppet.” He grumbled.

Obi-Wan blinked. That almost sounded like the Sith cared.

“…So were are we going?”

“My summer home. Its on one of Serenno’s moons, a gift from my former master.”

Obi-Wan blinked at that, shifting against the warm chest he had become familiar with. Some dying part of him wondered if this was how his Qui-Gon would have felt to be close to, this warm and nice smelling.

The rest of him just tiredly leaned against this Qui-Gon. “And the other sith lords just agreed to let you take me away…?”

“You are mine.” The arms were now wrapped possessively around the copper haired. “They have no say.”

“Ah…” Obi-Wan had nothing to say to that.


Obi-Wan slept an entire day and an entire night cycle.

Qui-Gon contemplated waking him, watching the Jedi sleep in the middle of the bed, curled up on his side with his knees pulled up to his stomach. In the end he decided against it and had let him as the day of Serenno’s moon passed by slowly with rain falling outside the home.

He filled his day with checking on the house, sparring, having his own meals and hearing about the local towns before he joined his Jedi in bed, pulling the slighter body against his. He had been about to drop of to sleep himself when Obi-Wan had shifted and curled around him, burying his sleeping self against the sith in quiet, sleeping need.

‘I’m getting soft.’ Qui-Gon grunted as he adjusted his hold ever so slightly for boths comfort.

He woke alone in bed, to the sound of the fresher.

He’d loath to admit it even to himself but he was relieved when Obi-Wan followed him around for the start of the day before sliding away and going outside to the gardens, actually doing something after eating.

He kept a discreet eye on the Jedi from a window, watching him sit at a pond and feed the fish in it pellets, sun warming the others exposed freckled skin.

Now things could go back to normal with no one else around.

It also brought Qui-Gon to a revelation.

He didn’t want this Obi-Wan to fall.

He still wanted to keep him for sure, wanted to own him as he always wanted to own his own universe Obi-Wan. But he no longer wanted green eyes to turn yellow.

“This is not good.” He grumbled before mentally calculating if he could get away with claiming he wanted to keep a Jedi ‘pet’.

Yes…that would convince some.

A power display. Holding Obi-Wan as his ‘pet’. Qui-Gon smirked a bit to himself and looked back out to see Obi-Wan roll his leggings up before dipping his feet in the pond, smiling a bit at the fish nibbling at his toes.

“…No one should shine that brightly in the Force.” The Sith grumbled to himself.

Party girl-Justin Bieber imagine (mature)

Justin meets Y/N at a party.

Y/N POV-  

“Y/N, Y/N!” the loud chants of my name can be heard throughout the room, above the loud music. I decided to let loose and go to my best friend’s brother’s birthday party. Tessa, whom i’ve known for over 5 years, assisted we went to her older brother’s 21st birthday party, saying it was party ‘we could not miss.’ 

I continue to move hips to the beat, dirty dancing on the kitchen counter top, not giving a care who was filming. I move my hips, shaking my ass to the fast beats, my mini shorts clinging tight to my curves. After my 5th shot of the stinging vodka, I went crazy, my mind not stable to think anymore. I close my eyes, feeling the hype run down my body, I continue to dance, raising my arms in the air. I open my hazy eyes, glancing down at the crowd. I spot a cute boy. He wore a tank top, that exposed his perfect structured arms that I wanted to touch so badly. 

He focused on me, his eyes staring looking up at me as he leans down to sip from the red cup in his hand. I stand there, lost and dazed from my dancing. I couldn’t focus anymore. 

“Y/N, that was so good!” I hear Tessa cheer from below. I jump down the counter top. 

“I got it all on video!” She continues to cheer for me, telling me how good my dancing skills were. 

I nod lazily, my mind on able to comprehend what she was saying, her words going straight through my left ear and out of my right. I feel unable to stand up, my legs suddenly feeling weak, as if any moment i’ll collapse. I clutch onto Tessa’s shoulder, leaning my weight onto her. She quickly notices something wrong. She turns her attention to me, holding me with two arms, slowing walking me into a quiet corner. 

My mind begins to fuzz, a blur suddenly taking over my vision.  Out of the blue, my eyes began to spin, the blur slightly easing my sight. I look around, confusion striking me. I didn’t know where I was. 

The bed sheets were soft, white and thick. The room, oddly tidy, clean and crisp, not an object out of place. A slightly familiar scent floats around the room, a woody earthy but warm and slightly rosey scent, travels to my scenes. The scent smelt so nice and welcoming. 

“Y/N” A deep voice, still and captivating rang in my ears, signaling my head to turn to its direction. 

I see him standing there, with the same red cup and with a hand in his pockets. He looks handsome as ever, his hair brown and soft, making me want to run my fingers through it, his smirk so confident making me suddenly fall into a nervous pit. 

“Uh,” I awkwardly begin, “What am I doing here?” 

“Well, I saw the way you looked at me the entire night” He replies with a half grin, “and the way you move your body is a sight to see.” 

He begins to walk closer to me, moving closer to the side of the bed. The insides of my body starts to tear apart, struggling to breathe, my mind still boozed from the large amount of alcohol I consumed the last hour. I sit there, unable to move, my eyes large and scared for what’s about to happen. He sits his cup on the bed side table before climbing on the bed. He hovers above me, slipping off his expensive slide ons as he gazes into my eyes, his eyes raking over my face intensly. He closes his body around me, supporting himself with his left hand against the headboard. His face so close to mine, I could smell his scent starting to blur my vision.

My body falls apart under him, suddenly I forgot how to breathe. I hold in my breath, eyes wide as he leans beside my ear, “let’s have some fun.” 

His voice making me melt instantly, “What do you say baby?” 

My tongue suddenly ties in a knot, not being able to reply. He suddenly rubs his thumb inside my inner thighs, making me squirm under his body. I close my eyes, my body not responding anymore. I raise my hips at his touch, wanting more, wanting him to touch me further. 

“More,” I breathlessly moan. I didn’t even know his name but it was ridiculous how much I wanted him. I feel myself becoming wetter every second. He continues to tease me, lightly grazing his thumb in my inner thighs, close to where I wanted him to touch. I quickly unbuttoned my denim shorts, signaling him where I needed him most. I clutch the sheets at the side of me, waiting for him to feel me up. I notice his actions suddenly stopping. I open my eyes to see his brown eyes full of lust. My eyes lace in confusion. 

“You’re drunk Y/N, I don’t think I should go any further,” he spoke seriously. 

“Please, I need you,” I whine breathlessly as I grip his large wrist in a tight grip, wanting him to penetrate me already. 

“God, you’re making this so hard,” He groans. 

I stare at his face. Eyebrows creased and bottom lip taken between his teeth, looking as if he was trying to control himself. I lunge at him, kissing him forcefully, pouring out my lust and want into the kiss. He slides two fingers against my slick folds. I moan into the kiss before I quickly pull away from his lips, instantly forgetting how to breathe. I begin to let out little pants, breathless as he begins to rub against my core with his large fingers.

“You’re so wet,” He growls deeply. I shut my eyes, loving the way he was making me feel. 

“Moan Justin’s name babygirl,” he demands with a warning tone, his warm breath blowing directly in my left ear. His voice edging me closer, making me want to let go already. 

A boy I just meet only less than a couple of hours ago has his fingers between my legs. He had a dangerous look on his face the first time i laid eyes on him, already knowing that he was trouble. His arms, decorated with ink and perfectly displayed through his baggy basketball singlet. The way his eyes would follow, indicating me he wanted me right there and then. 

Suddenly he plunges two fingers into my heat, feeling myself stretch with his digits. I yelp at his rough actions, my eyes opening wide. 

“Say my name Y/N,” he demands once again. 

He roughly penetrates me at a fast pace making me go crazy, my body not able to take it any longer. I feel his digits rubbing intensely against my walls, the pleasure so overwhelming. I stare back at him with lazy eyes, my lips not being able to form a sentence anymore, my tongue tying itself in a knot. He gazes right back at me with an intense stare before quickly flicking his eyes down at his fingers disappearing into my heat. 

“Come on, baby,” He whispers as he leans in beside my ear, “Am i doing you good?”

He harshly tugs at my left thigh, forcing my legs apart. He continues to plunge his two fingers into my walls. The feeling in my lower stomach becoming so intensely sore, beginning to tighten up.

“Justi-n,” I whine, my voice sounding more high pitched than normal. 

I glance down to see his hand deep in my shorts, moving at a fast pace. I feel my stomach tighten to the max, the sudden buildup letting go. I shut my eyes close as I grip the sheets tightly, letting my orgasm wash over me. I peer open my eyes to see Justin’s pupils looking straight into my face. 

“I love it when you let go for me,” he says as he licks over his plump bottom lip, his eyes examining my after sex phase. 

He keeps his harsh stare as he brings his two fingers between his pink lips, that I wanted to kiss so badly. His fingers dripped with my juices. He cleans them up, taking his time before taking them out. The sight so memorising but also the feeling strangely hitting straight to my core.

I smile hazily at him, barely able to keep my eyes open. My eyes begin to drift off too sleep all to sudden for me. My presence finally giving up on me.

Justin POV-

She was breathtaking. I saw her when she first walked through that door. The way she would smile and greet the birthday boy with such an innocent smile. She came along with Tessa. She did look slightly lost, as if she did not really knowing her way around parties. But the way her hips would move made me think otherwise. 

The clothes she wore gave me more than enough skin to tease me, for my eyes to touch as her soft glowy skin shone when she danced. God she did look sexy. The way her body responded to my fingers made me instantly want to pleasure her to the max, to she show her what i’m really made of. But I knew I couldn’t continue it because of her drunken state and didn’t want her to wake up and regret it. 

The high pitched moans from her sweet lips and the noises she would make every time I thrusted my fingers into her made my mind go crazy. The feeling of her wet tight core clenching my fingers nearly made me want to flip her over and fuck her continuously with my shaft deep inside her heat. 

“Justin,” a voice awakes me from my daydream, “are you ok bro?” 

I shot open my eyes to realise Darren still next to me as we sat on the couch. 

“Sorry,” I mutter, stretching my arms from the back of my head and bringing them to rub my tired eyes. 

“what time is it?” I mumble, my mouth feeling a bit dry. 

The air seems almost dark, despite all of the lights still on. I spin my head around to find no one present, the crowd of teenagers all gone. The only thing left as a reminder of this lame ass party was the mess they left behind. The whole house looked like a pigsty, cups and rubbish thrown around. God, why did I even let Darren host his birthday party at my house. 

I raise my hands to roughly rub the sides of my head. A headache racing into the insides of my brain. The stinging making my head want to explode into a million of pieces. I groan angrily, the pain taking me by surprise. I force myself off the couch, slumping my way up the stairs to my room. Every step was a struggle. I finally push my way into my room. I hastily grab the pills off my bedside table, popping two in my mouth and swallowing once. The relief instantly taking over me, calming my state. 

My eyes spot a red cup from last night. My eyes linger on the cup for a moment. The flashbacks of last night hitting me straight in the face like a bullet train. The moments so vividly clear, almost knocking me off my feet. 

I sit back onto the perfectly made bed. Y/N was here, it wasn’t a dream.

anonymous asked:

Zenyatta saying #14 to a reader who's currently bleeding out on the battlefield and he's trying to heal them until help arrives? Preferably with reader making it in the end

So this turned out to be pre-relationship, hope that’s ok!

14. “Hold my hand. You’re going to be fine”

You couldn’t feel anything. Considering the amount of blood coming from your wounds, that was probably a bad thing. Couldn’t dodge the grenade, ya idiot, you told yourself. Well, you were going to pay for your mistake.

Huh, you were starting to feel warm. Not uncomfortable warm, but a warmth that reminded you of sitting with your friends by a lake in summer. Who knew dying would feel so nice?

“Do not be afraid. I am here to help you,” a robotic voice said. It sounded familiar. Forcing your eyes open you saw the omnic monk, Zenyatta, floating next to you. His Orb of Harmony was floating next to your head, bathing you in its light. If only you weren’t about die.

“Hi,” you said. “I appreciate your help, but you should try and help someone else, it’s too late for me.”

“Of course it isn’t,” he said. He almost sounded, amused? You had to get interpreting his tone wrong. “Now, hold my hand, you’re going to be fine.” Just as he said, he took your hand in his and help it. The solidity of his hand help ground you, and you finally realized that the comforting warmth wasn’t death, but that it came from his Orb of Harmony.

“Thank you,” you whispered. I’ll find a better way to express my gratitude, you told yourself. As soon as I can walk again. 

funeralilies  asked:

my boyfriend has AVPD and its something i am not familiar with bc i have NPD, BPD, and HPD and not AVPD. and i want to help him. especially with communicating with me. is there anyway i can do this? =/

yeah for sure! first of all, it’s really so nice that you’re sending this message at all and want to help him! it warms my heart :)

  • so i think the most important thing is letting him know that you’re a safe person for him to talk to. telling him that you care about him, that you like hearing what he has to talk about, just generally being kind and open when he does talk to you is important!
  • side note: people with avpd can have a “safe person,” a person around which their symptoms are lessened. so there’s absolutely hope that things between you two will become easier once he feels like you’re a safe person! (this is not to say that you’re not inherently a safe person, but it takes more effort and time for people with avpd to see that in others)
  • people with avpd generally don’t do well with jokey-hate. even if it’s 100% clear that you’re joking, saying something like “omg you’re so annoying why do i even talk to you” can shut us down real quick
  • also avoid guilt-tripping him, telling him that if he doesn’t talk to you he obviously doesn’t care about you, etc. oh, and try not to ghost on him as well! if you need to be on your own for a bit for whatever reason, let him know that it’s because of [x] reason and not because you suddenly hate him
  • if you do happen to ghost on him without an explanation, let him know afterwards what the reason was and that it wasn’t about him. if it was about him, you can tell him but be delicate and explain the problem fully so you two can work it out. full explanations are key because we constantly think the worse and will fill in the blanks with the worst possible scenario (usually: you despise us and never want to talk to us again)
  • if he starts to self-isolate: he is not doing this because he doesn’t want to talk to you. he probably desperately does want to talk to you, but feels like he’ll be a burden in your life, annoy you, etc.
  • if that happens, send him a message telling him that you care about him and when he feels better, you can’t wait to hear from him again because you love talking to him (or something like that - basically letting him know that you don’t hate him because his brain will probably make him think that)
  • we have very low self esteem, so in general telling us why you like us can really help! we believe everyone hates us so having proof that you don’t really means the world
  • something that can always get me to want to talk is a book or a show that i’m reading or watching with someone! i often won’t reach out to someone because i feel like i have nothing to say. but if i just watched the new episode of a show we both love, it’s easy for me to talk about that! maybe start a new show together or have him watch one of your favourites
  • people with avpd tend to be passive aggressive which obviously isn’t great for a relationship. this one is a bit trickier for me to advise about, but i guess if you can tell he’s upset but he’s not being direct about it, try to have a direct and frank conversation about it and let him know that you want to work the issue out and not have it eat away at him. we’re usually passive aggressive because we feel like we can’t speak directly about things, so letting him know that he can might help
  • we definitely struggle to open up about personal things. again, just letting him know that you want to hear what he has to say, and that you care about him, will likely eventually help him to open up.
  • time is very important. i don’t know how long you’ve known each other, but i really only fully trust people i’ve known for years because that’s the ultimate proof they actually like me and won’t leave. having patience and just showing time and time again that you’re there for him is the hardest part but definitely the most effective

that sounds like a lot, but i think it’s simpler than it would appear. basically our main issues in relationships is that we have very low self esteem and believe that everyone hates us. if you prove to him in various ways (by telling him and by showing him) that you do care about him, he’ll come to trust you and then be more open with communication!

also because of your own pds: letting him know exactly what you need in a relationship will help loads. i often avoid people because i don’t know what they want me to say or do and i’m so afraid i’ll mess it up. by telling him something like “hey when i’m sad i love when you text me” it’ll take a load of uncertainty off of his mind.

i really hope this helps!! if you have more specific questions about this please let me know, i’m more than happy to help :)

ok so for the scents i actually bought

all-father is really nice and warm, perfect for what i wanted it for but also will be great to wear casually. i wasnt sure how id like it since im not familiar with musk smells but its very good. it was really Musky in the bottle but settles into the ash and honey mead too (or at least i assume its mead, it gets slightly sweet)

the wheel is really uh… weird. not in a bad way since obviously i ordered it because it sounded weird but. it smells like a hospital in the bottle. smells like a hospital dried down but with…a mystery note i wont ever place because they messed up their tags on the site. overall i like it a lot even if its mildly unsettling and very sterile.

ave maria was the one sample i actually bought and it smells identical to an old rosary my friend got me from medjugorje that i absolutely loved the smell of that eventually faded ;___; i dont know which wood it is, rosewood or the sandalwood, but its very comforting and familiar… it doesnt have plain rose as a note but it smells similar to turkish delight to me on top of the wood notes..probably will order a fullsize in The Future

@talan-ash​ - as discussed

The Herald’s Rest wasn’t a terrible tavern, from what Sekhmet had seen so far in her travels. It was warm, the drink flowed easily, and the music in the air was comforting. Not very familiar to her, not in the slightest, but it was nice to listen to. Warm. Soft. That appealed to her quite deeply as she considered her glass of mulled wine. The barkeeper had given her a strange look when she asked for it, but here it was, and she certainly wouldn’t complain.

She was having a conversation with a Qunari in the corner of the tavern next to her, talking about his travels and taking in any of the gossip. Gossip was important. She liked gossip. Not enough to run a spy network, but it was still beneficial. Also, he just had good stories with his mercenary company. She would be glad to trade stories with the Iron Bull all night.

But then the minstrel stopped the music for a moment and called out that she was taking a break, and people could sing what they wished. Sekhmet could not refuse that offer. She gave the Iron Bull a grin to excuse herself, sat up straighter, and started to sing one of her old favourite drinking songs in an averagely loud voice.

“Rata de dos patas, te estoy hablando a ti…”

My Lovebug - Narry

In which Niall almost kills a bug, but doesn’t exist the good in all creatures?

My Lovebug

Niall squats in the corner right behind the couch and he’s not really sure what to do in an emergency situation like this. He’s called his boyfriend several times by now, but the idiot doesn’t pick up.

What even does that guy have a phone for? What even does one have a boyfriend for, who won’t reply the calls?
Emergency calls.

Niall starts to sweat nervously and peeks over the cushions of the couch, but quickly hides again. That monster in front of the sofa just moved! It moved!
Can you believe that?!

It’s about to kill him, Niall knows it. He has to kill this thing somehow. He actually wants his boyfriend to come and kill it, but Niall  has apparently no such luck and his boyfriend clearly is not a knight in shining armour. He’s hooked himself a really shitty boyfriend.

He risks another peek.

That little fucker is clearly crawling towards Niall and making the poor boy its prey. How does he deserve that? How does he deserve such an awful death? He can imagine the headline of the newspaper tomorrow:

Ridiculously attractive boy with a nice ass killed by monstrous and deathly mutation of an insect

And the text will be about how the extremely gorgeous but dead guy has not been saved by his useless boyfriend. And said boyfriend will die of shame and he will also never move on from this great loss. 

Niall curses internally. He has to take matters into his very own hands. 
Okay, he has to plan this first, before he makes just a simple move.

Another another peek. The level of danger is so high, Niall’s blood is pumping like mad. 

The monstrosity somehow manages in the time Niall doesn’t observe it to crawl nearer and nearer. It’s getting so real in Niall’s living room. You can literally feel the tension. 

“Okay, my friend”, Niall decides that talking calmly at first is always better than starting a war with beating and punching and shooting and killing and all that stuff. 

“I don’t like what you’re doing and I also don’t like that you are even here, you understand? I bet in the insect world, you’re a really pretty bug, but in my world you are not. If you would please be so kind and just leave?”

Niall stares at the dangerous insect from his hiding position behind the couch. Is that thing looking at him? Niall feels its billion eyes all over his body. Does a bug of this sort even have that many eyes? Most likely, all bugs have the eyes. 

Niall shudders and clears his throat. 

“So, uhm, I reckon you like it here, because yeah, I have to admit that this flat is really nice, but… you feel. It’s not your natural habitat. It’s mine. And my boyfriend’s. Well it’s been my boyfriend’s habitat, too, but I guess I have to reconsider that now.”

The monster doesn’t move anymore, it probably just stares at Niall and makes him feel uncomfortable and most of all he feels like a bad host. He likes having guests over, just not this kind of guest.
But then again, all guests are the same, right?

Niall climbs onto the couch, after he makes sure that it’s save and that the bug can’t fly. Or jump at him and smash its ginormous teeth in Niall’s soft neck flesh. 
Then he looks down at the small bug. Uhm. The gigantic bug.

“I guess you could have a nice personality. For a bug. You know?”, Niall asks and he must look like a complete idiot talking to an insect. “Are you a friendly beetle? Where’s Ringo, George and John?”

He laughs all by himself at his stupid joke.

Niall wishes he could share this wonderful pun with his boyfriend… if he has one anymore, at least.
His boyfriend would giggle cutely and then Niall would coo at him and they would make slow passionate love after that.

Niall sighs.

“Okay, bug, you either need to leave or I have to kill you. Only one of us can survive and it’ll be sure as heck not you!”

The bug stays silent. Ready to die?

“I’m not one to kill things, I feel so bad about it. My boyfriend kills the things. He’s a killer boyfriend.”

Another witty pun to share with no one but a bug on the floor.

“You look kinda cute, though”

Niall can’t believe he’s hearing himself saying that. How ridiculous is that? A cute bug?
The only cute bugs to ever exist are ladybirds. And not even those! 

“Uhm… we could be friends, you know? Like homies. Bug and human homies. Mates. Pals. But we’re not getting any closer than that, I’ve got a boyfriend! Don’t forget!”

He doesn’t care if he sounds like a white girl, he has to make this clear between the bug and himself, before things go weird and their friendship is ruined.

“Do you have a name?”, Niall wonders and contemplates about which name he should give the insect.
What about Charles? Charles the bug. Charles the almighty bug. King of the bugs. Or Paul McBugney.


Niall almost falls over and chokes on his own spit. After coughing for an eternity, he pulls himself together and shakes his head vigorously.

“No, your name can’t be Harry, that’s my boyfriend’s name”

“But it is and there is nothing you can do about it. Well, you could always call me lovebug and kiss me”, the bug replies and does its mouth move? Does it have a mouth? How is this thing even able to talk?

“Dude, I told you, we can’t become a couple or lovers or… you’re a goddamn insect, for god’s sake!”, Niall cries out loud and throws his arms up in frustration. “You might be a nice beetle, but really”

“So you won’t kill me?”

Somehow the bug’s voice seems to be suspiciously familiar, but well. 

“No, I won’t kill you, promise”, Niall sighs and shrugs. “We’re friends now, right? And friends don’t kill each other. I also won’t let my boyfriend kill you. You’re safe, man.”

Suddenly two warm arms wrap around Niall’s torso and he’s engulfed in a hug. Niall lets out a manly shriek and tries to fight against the attacker. 
“Bug! Save me!”

“I told you my name is Harry”, the voice of the bug and the voice of the attacker whisper into Niall’s ear at the same time and then Niall realises and groans.

How did he fall for that one?

“You’re the worst boyfriend ever, why did you do this to me?”, Niall complains and pulls his boyfriend over the cushions of the couch onto his lap, where Harry settles himself comfortably.

“Oh, you were just too cute, baby and I didn’t want to interrupt your bug-whispering”, Harry smiles and runs his hands through Niall’s hair, who pouts adorably. 

“I thought it was real, you know?”, Niall mumbles and buries his face into Harry’s shoulderblade. 
“I know, babe.”, Harry chuckles lightly and kisses his boyfriend’s cheek. 

“But I think the bug is dead anyway, Niall.”

anonymous asked:

it's me again i have an au request for levihan at the airport and it's two in the morning and they dont know each other but the flights are so delayed they notice they're reading the same book then you decide what goes after LOL <3 take care i hear you're ill sorry to hear that <3 <3

Okay so this ended up being pretty Levi-centric and it’s not really romance-y but it was fun to write and it’s kinda cute(??). Anyways super duper sorry for the wait, I’m in such a lazy mood atm but here you go! 

Levi bought the book from the hot drinks vendor for twice the price he paid for his tea. 

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