its one of the drinks i make for my friends

i want to
  • take you to concerts you love to watch your face light up
  • give you the last of my food if you want it
  • watch your favourite movies with you - give me running commentary of all your favourite parts if you like
  • learn about your whole life, good and bad
  • play with your hair while you doze in my lap
  • get random texts from you about stupid things
  • see every cat picture you think is funny
  • feel my heart in my mouth the first time i hold your hand
  • dance with you (i’ll sit in a wheelchair with you in my lap if i have to) 
  • see you first thing in the morning with bed hair and old pjs
  • show you the stars and make up ridiculous constellations
  • make you blush with every compliment
  • make you soup when you’re sick and risk a cold with my shit immune system
  • make you sneeze your drink in laughter
  • watch you grow as a person
  • be the one you want to text in the middle of the night
  • make you snacks when you’re busy and forget to eat
  • one day get the chance to fuck up your lipstick
Lotor vs Keith (idea)

Just imagine these two hot heads butting heads trying to win Lance’s affections.

Lotor: his clothes are wack!

Keith: i bet his hair is fake-

And then one day the both of them arrive to Lance’s house, standing on his porch with flowers. They pass passive-aggressive insults under their breaths as they wait for Lance to open the door. As soon as he does they both confess.
Lance: Guys… This is sweet. Both of you are very sweet.

Keith: but who are going to choose?

Lotor: but we both know who’s the more competent one.

Lance: *smiles* I’ve already decided.

Keith and Lotor: :0 ???!!

Lance: *pulls Hunk close to him* My best friend!

Hunk: *waves shyly, blushing*

Keith and Lotor both turn away, internally screaming: I can’t cOMPETE WITH THAT.
Bonus scene:

*both Lotor and Keith are sitting on the curb*

Keith: So..

Lotor: Wanna have a drink? Its on me.

Keith: Sure. Sure. Sounds good.


request: Can you write something about best friend harry!


“You promise you’ll come?”

“Come on, love, have a little faith. I would cross an ocean to get to that gallery opening.”

I smirked at his joke, “Yes, Harry, that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.”

I heard him chuckle on the other line, “I’ll be there. Promise.”


That was a week ago. I hadn’t talked to him much since and now we were nearing the end of the gallery opening. No sign of Harry. I checked my phone; no missed calls or texts. I tried calling him myself and only got his voicemail.

"Hi! Gallery opening today! Call me when you land, I just want to know if you got in safely.”

“Hey it’s me, just wondering when you’ll be here so I can let the curator know when to look for you.”

“Hi, me again, all the photos of you sold pretty quickly, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised I think most people are more here for you than me. Anyway, call me back please.”

“There’s only a few people left here and the gallery closes in an hour. Where are you?”

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i have. a dilemma

mysdrym  asked:

Shale + tea

“What is it drinking?”

Morrigan raised an expressive eyebrow.

“It is tea.”

“So it takes clean, fresh water, and then uses precious fuel to make it hot, and puts sticks in it?”

“Spicebush, thank you.”

“Sticks.  And then, having put the sticks in, it takes them out.  Surely it had water in the beginning and water at the end.  There must be better uses for its time.”

“How fortunate that I am the judge of that and not you, then.”

Zevran smiled and joined the conversation.  “Ahh, but the sticks add flavor, my stone friend.  And is not flavor one of the true glories of life?”

“I would not know.  I do not remember it, nor do I miss it, and if this is the sort of behavior it compels, I am once again quite content to be as I am.”

“Still the stoic, my friend.  Very well.  Thank you for the tea, Morrigan.”

Better Togehter (Smut) Part Two

Request: Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn are best friends but then sleep together its gets awkward after but then you both decide to try a relationship? (Lil smutty and fluffy?) haha ur stories are cute!!

Word Count: 1,179

Better Together (Smut) Part Two

A ray of sunlight hit my face, forcing me to open my eyes. They were sore and burning. Only seconds passed by, before the sickness came creeping in. I should stop drinking this much. I closed my eyes again, not ready to deal with the light in the apartment.

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Party Monster

This is a requested one shot, but it honestly turned out so much different than I’d originally wanted it to. I was listening to “Party Monster” by the Weeknd, just in case you wanna know the mood of the one shot.

Plot: Harry is left with taking care of his ex girlfriend, Y/N, after she’d had a drink that was a little too heavy.

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Gif isn’t mine and unfortunately, neither is the guy who’s stomach is visible.

There he stood. The room around him, all people dancing, drinking and chatting, blurred as he became all I could see clearly. It was as if he’d had me wrapped into a net that kept on pulling me towards him and trapping me, so I couldn’t help but stare. His legs were hugged tightly by a pair of black jeans while his torso was adorning a soft looking silky shirt, decorated by many different patterns. I bit my lip in admiration. How could anyone be so effortlessly beautiful. Harry’s sparkling eyes were set on my face and I could particularly see his brain try to work out who I was and how he knew me, because surely it couldn’t actually be me.  No way. But it was and his pink lips fell apart once he realized. His eyes widened in shock and his expression became one of surprise.
My fingers shook heavily as I raised my drink to my lips, trying to act casual and as if his presence didn’t affect me in the slightest, before looking away. A shudder had run down my back and covered my skin with goosebumps and I closed my eyes to will my heart to stop it’s rapid beating and to instead return to a calmer rhythm.

It’s just Harry. He’s probably not even going to talk to me. He surely doesn’t care anymore, because really, why should he?

I swallowed another big gulp from my drink, emptying the glass in process, hoping the liquid would give me enough courage to at least face him, given that talking was completely out of the question, but my eyes found his before I could wait for the alcohol to get into my system. I just couldn’t stop myself, already pulled back under the same spell he’d had me under when we’d first met.
Harry’s forehead was set into a deep frown and his hands, those hands I loved so much, were laced together loosely, fiddling with each other’s fingers. I bit the inside of my cheek when I noticed him wearing the same silvern ring I had bought him for his birthday all this time ago, back when we had still been… us. How come he had kept it? And more importantly, why hadn’t he taken it off?

My breath hitched when I watched Harry turn to the man he’d come with, saying something into his ear until the stranger nodded. Then Harry surprised me by walking towards me.

Fuck. Shit. No.

My body turned around and I frantically scanned the room in hopes of seeing someone, anyone, with whom I could have a conversation to escape the one Harry would try and lead with me. I couldn’t talk to him, not without…
But none of the dancing bodies around me seemed familiar and all I could do was wait for Harry to reach me. Soon enough I felt him close, just as if his body radiated so much warmth it could be felt from afar. I took a deep breath and turned around, already having his body easily loom over mine. The look on his face as he looked down at me was unreadable and I bit the inside of my cheek. Harry’s lips were pressed together, his eyes narrow and his chest moved visibly at his heavy breathing.

“Hi,” I stammered, swallowing down the lump in my throat and tapping the edge of my empty glass in nervousness.

He stayed silent, looking at me still. His bottom lip was pushed forward in a slight pout and I felt heat rush to my cheeks under his observing eyes. I jumped when Harry responded by taking hold of my wrist and then once more when he surprised me by pulling me into his chest, holding my body to his gently. I could feel him chuckle against my tense shoulder, sensing that he’d caught me off guard, and I winced when he squeezed me. Both of my arms were pressed against his chest, unable to reciprocate the embrace, in an awkward position.

“Still so jumpy,” Harry whispered against my ear in a laugh, taking a deep breath against my skin.

A surprised whine fell from my mouth when he pushed me back a little and Harry’s cheeks showed off their dimples as he smiled warmly, making up for the sudden rejecting gesture. His sparkling green orbs watched me and I frowned when his fingers took the empty drink from me and placed it on the table by my side.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Harry turned back to me and opened his arms once more. “Giving you a proper hello. Now come here.”

Obeying as always, I stepped into his arms and let him embrace me once more, this time much tighter and without leaving my arms trapped to his chest.

I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my own arms around his neck as well, keeping his body close to mine. A small whimper escaped me, the noise getting lost in the sound surrounding us, and I nestled my face against his neck, allowing the relief of having him this close to flood my body.
Harry. He was here. Holding me. From the moment I had seen him, it had been clear for the both of us that I wouldn’t be able to resist him for too long and I couldn’t say I regretted that.

“I missed you,” I admitted quietly. Part of me was almost hoping he wouldn’t have heard and I pressed my face a little closer into his neck, breathing his familiarity in.

He had heard, though, and my heart squeezed when I felt his smile press against my cheek, before kissing the skin tenderly.

“Missed you as well, sweetheart. A lot.”


It was strange to have Harry’s fingers laced with my own, especially as there was no awkwardness or tension between us. And there should have been.
Harry hadn’t been any boyfriend to me and I knew I hadn’t been just another notch in the belt either. We’d had something special, something real and through our year of dating, we’d discovered new sides not only of the other, but of ourselves.
He had taken care of me always and had made this his first priority. With him I had had someone I knew would always be there for me and had my best in mind. Harry had always been my rock and made sure I was as happy as he could make me.

Harry had given me his all, just like he’d had all of me and we’d both taken turns in holding the other’s hand with pride and being there for support.

I’d suffered a horrible heart break after he’d packed his bags and even though I’d known it was for the better, I hadn’t stopped wishing I could somehow go back and fix our relationship. Maybe it was that I’d loved him more than anyone else in the world and had been hurting so badly because of that, or maybe it had been due to knowing that I’d be the only person taking care of me now. He had left such a big hole in my life, I hadn’t found a way to soothe the ache after all of these months.

I missed us. I wanted us.

But we couldn’t go back. Harry and I had agreed that we would let the other move on and try to find our separate ways, even if it would be difficult. Then why was he acting like this?

I was currently standing next to him, a new drink in my free hand and my eyes set onto the guy Harry was talking to. I hadn’t quite caught on as to how they knew each other, but it didn’t matter as I wasn’t engaging into their conversation at all. My head was too busy trying to understand the guy I was supposed to be avoiding, yet had somehow ended up holding hands with, and trying to figure out what it was that his head had come up with during the time of our separation. What was he thinking? How wasn’t he as nervous as I was? And additional to that, why was  he spending his New Year’s eve here?

I was brought back from my thoughts by the feeling of Harry squeezing my fingers. His eyes didn’t meet mine when I looked at him and instead remained set onto his chatting partner, but I knew he’d wanted to make sure my attention was on him and only him, regardless of his lack of attention for me.

Already could I feel myself fall into the same circle him and I had been in. He hadn’t been holding my hand for longer than ten minutes and was already trying to make me be his shadow again.

“I’m going to get another drink,” I announced, pulling myself free from Harry’s hold.

Both men looked at me with surprise.

Harry nodded to my glass. “Still got some in there, darling.”

A smug smile pulled at his lips and I could tell that he was sure he’d have his way, that I’d stay put and did as he wanted. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and he turned back to his friend. Shrugging I raised the glass to my mouth and swallowed all of its contents with one gulp, getting his attention back in a second. Harry’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched when I looked up at him innocently.

“If you could excuse me.”

Feeling his angry eyes on me, I rushed though the dancing and chatting people, fighting my way to the counter of the bar.
I’d left him for a reason, I reminded myself, this wasn’t what was good form me anymore and I couldn’t just succumb to him the moment he came near me. It wasn’t fair of him to come here and just expect me to fall for it, either. He’d wanted our relationship to be over too.
I’d come to this party to have fun, to enjoy New Year’s eve.
My eyes watered and I bit back a scream. How could this be happening again? Why couldn’t I shake him off? How had he crawled into my heart and settled there without me even noticing it?

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“Something strong enough to make my brain shut up,” I replied.

He grinned. “That can be arranged.”

With a drink strong enough to make my head spin, I felt comfortably warm. I’d only had three swallows and, true to its promise, my brain wasn’t running wild anymore. I didn’t even mind not knowing where exactly Harry was, because I’d decided that I wouldn’t become Harry’s toy again and that he could try as much as he’d wanted, I wouldn’t fall to his feet. He’d given me so much and I him but… there wasn’t anything left. Not if nothing changed and all he wanted was for us to be right like we were again.
It would be difficult to resist him, though. He could be so bossy sometimes and as much as I hated to admit it, I loved it.

“Not even looking for me, I see.”

I jumped upon feeling two hands settle onto my waist, spinning me around to stumble into the familiar looking chest of Harry Styles. I sighed and looked up at him hesitantly, worried that seeing him would crush all confidence and make me want to crawl back into his arms. Which of course it did, at least part of me. My skin already itched for his touch and my stomach fluttered.
He was grinning down at me, but I could tell by his sparkling eyes and tight set jaw, that he wasn’t exactly pleased with me.

“Nope,” I replied, taking another gulp of the strong alcohol, smiling cutely at him, “just having fun.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed and his hands squeezed my hips. He pulled me closer against his body with a low growl before leaning down and onto my height. My breath hitched when he leaned in close so he could press his nose against my jaw and my hands placed themselves on his upper arms, fisting his shirt tightly while my heart went wild at his sudden closeness.

“What are you doing?”

“M'gonna remind you why you should stop running away from me,” Harry breathed against my neck before his mouth attached to my skin.

He waisted no time, his tongue licking and his lips suckling, making me whine. I tried to push him off, uncomfortable with having him suck on the skin of my neck, the gesture too intimate, especially when we were surrounded by a large group of strangers as well as people we knew, people who were aware that Harry and mine’s relationship had come to a rather rough end only mere months ago. He didn’t care though and only let one of his hands travel up to the back of my neck, keeping me still so he could continue with his wet kisses.

“Harry,” I whined, my breathing rapid.

All I got as a reply was a low hum and I whimpered when Harry not only tightened his hold on me, but actually bit into my neck, making sure that I, no matter what would happen tonight, would be wearing his mark tomorrow for everyone to see.
My eyes closed and I winced, every last bit of fight in me draining away by the raising pleasure given by his assaulting lips. I involuntarily rested both arms around his neck, my legs feeling like jelly and unable to support my weight on their own. I could feel him smile at his victory and I wanted to slap him, if only his touch hadn’t felt so good. The softness of his hair brushing against my cheek was a stark contrast to his harshly sucking lips and sharp teeth and I buried both hands into his locks, making Harry moan lowly. A gasp escaped me and I blushed when I felt something hard press into my thigh.

“Let me take you somewhere a little more private,” Harry whispered into my ear, already grasping my hand before I could agree.

I stumbled after him as he led me to a door almost hidden in the corner, opened it and beckoned me to walk into the dimly lit stairwell it led to. My head lowered and I screamed at myself for being so weak, because almost out of habit, I did just what he wanted. Once he had me where he wanted me, he shut the door behind him and stepped closer to my body again, pleased with the newly gained privacy. The music from the party could still be heard, yet more faintly and though we weren’t in the most secluded place ever, I knew that no one would come to help me now. And what was worse, I couldn’t decide whether or that frightened or excited me.

“Please, Harry,” I begged urgently, “let’s just go back in there, okay? I was trying to have fun.”

“Can see that,” Harry hummed, nodding to my glass and looking at me expectantly. I felt like a child that had been caught doing something she’d been told not to do and was now being scolded by her parent.

I bit my lip and hesitantly handed him my glass, watching carefully as he took a swig. Harry hissed.

“What the hell are you trying to do? Get pissed inner ten minutes?”

“It’s New Year’s,” I weakly argued, knowing that Harry didn’t like it when I drunk heavy alcohol, “I wanted to have fun.”

“Some heavy shit you have here, love,” Harry said, shaking his head, “Too strong for you, definitely.”

“That’s no longer up to you to decide,” I bit and boldly reached forward to take the glass from his hand.

Harry’s eyes widened when I, once again this evening, raised the half full drink to my lips. He didn’t stop me and only watched, with growing displeasure, how I emptied the drink. The liquid burned when running down my throat.

Shit. Fuck. That was a mistake.

It was difficult to breath and I knew instantly that if I didn’t sit down now, I would get sick. My fingers trembled and I coughed, trying to act strong in front of Harry. He was watching me closely and I knew that any moment he’d realize that I was feeling sick, but I couldn’t admit it. I wanted him to see that I was doing alright without him, that I could handle myself just fine. Only maybe right now I couldn’t, because my stomach turned and I felt bile rose in my throat. Sensing it, Harry quickly reached out to steady me, before guiding me to the stairs where he pushed me down to sit. My hands held onto the banister and I tried to turn my body away from Harry’s, who had also sat down, but my burning stomach didn’t allow me any more movements.

Oh god what had I done. I was going to vomit in front of my ex.

“You’re a defying little shit, you know that?” Harry scolded me, his hand brushing up and down my back in a surprisingly comforting gesture.

“I-” my breath hitched and I closed my lips, letting my head hang low as a dizzy feeling numbed me. God, that drink hit me fast.

“Easy there, love,” he soothed, “S'gonna be alright. You’ll feel better in a minute and then much worse in about fifteen minutes.”

“What?” I asked, horror making my eyes widen and look back up at him.

Harry grinned a mean grin and shook his head, brushing some of my hair form my face, “Well, what did you expect? The alcohol will kick in and then you’ll be as drunk as you’ve never been before.”

“Oh no,” I whined and shook my head.

“S'alright,” Harry calmed me quickly, squeezing my arm gently. I knew he could tell this really freaked me out and I appreciated his soft touches, “M'here. You’ll be fine.”

“Ugh,” I groaned, ignoring his words, and found myself leaning against his shoulder, “Why am I so stupid? You always make me do things I regret after.”

“Oh, so now this is my fault?” Harry laughed. “I didn’t force you to down that drink. Or order it.”

“No,” I agreed, “But you always mess with my head. Like kissing me. What was that all about.”

“Haven’t kissed you,” Harry said, shaking his head, “Not properly. Not where I really want to kiss you.”

His finger trailed down my cheek and to my lips, his eyes locked with mine. Suddenly I felt dizzy for a whole other reason than the alcohol. Harry was right. The alcohol hit and the sickness lessened, making me feel a welcome warmth. Soon I’d be too drunk to stand, I knew that. But now here with him, I felt alright. I felt at ease.

“Better?” he whispered.

I nodded, still leaning against his shoulder, looking up at him with longing eyes. If we only had fifteen minutes before I’d be feeling bad again, we might as well use those minutes wisely, right?
My hand reached up and took hold of Harry’s jaw, my fingers holding onto it tightly before pulling, trying to force him down to me. I whined when he didn’t budge and frowned.

“Kiss,” I whimpered, knowing full well that Harry knew what I wanted from him and was deliberately denying me, “Harry.”

Harry brought his hand to my wrist and gently squeezed it, before huffing and shaking his head. His eyes sparkled and I could tell he enjoyed seeing me so desperate for him.

“Only because you are asking oh so kindly, baby.”

His lips were on mine before I could register what he had said and I didn’t care about his words, either. The familiarity of his tongue invading my mouth had my heart squeeze and my breath hitch. His mouth moved forcefully, dominating my own movements and forcing me to follow his lead, letting him guide the kiss. His hands held onto my waist, pulling me onto him and to sit on his lap awkwardly, while I still held his jaw, keeping his head from moving back.
Harry’s tongue ran along my lower lip before he let his teeth sink into it and bite down, making me moan into his mouth. His soft lips quickly soothed the small bite and his hands squeezed me before pulling me forward so our crotches were on the same hight and rubbing against each other. My legs were squeezing his thighs and I whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of having Harry this close.

Finally he pulled away, his eyes finding mine with an evident fire in them. I whined and leaned in for another kiss, but he quickly moved back and shook his head.

“You won’t feel good soon,” Harry hummed, “And if we continue then I will want more and you’re really not in the position to handle that.”

“But I want to,” I whined once more and tightened my arms around his neck, “Please, Harry. I missed you so much and really want this.”

“Y/N,” Harry groaned and shook his head, letting it fall forward and against my chest.

My hands found their way back into his hair where I caressed his scalp.

“You’re drunk. You’ll hate me tomorrow if I take you now.”

“Promise I won’t. My sober me just doesn’t want to admit that I want you so bad,” I hushed into his ear.

I scooted forward and he moaned when I moved against his growing boner.

“Bloody hell, Y/N!”

Harry’s hands stilled me and a smile formed on his lips, bright enough to light up his eyes.

“You’ll feel sick in a few minutes again, baby. M'sorry, but neither of us would get to enjoy much before you’ll be puking all over the place.”

His thumb gently moved across the skin beneath my eyes and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to my nose.

“Besides,” Harry whispered, his eyebrows raising slightly, “Weren’t you going to reject me tonight?”

“We’ll end up together again anyway,” I shrugged in defeat, knowing that I wouldn’t get Harry to have sex with me. My lips pouted and I looked into his eyes in search for his rejection, but there was none. All I found in his orbs was… care.

Slowly, I somehow felt like I came back to my senses. And with that, I felt silly. How had I just proposed sex to him? We were in a staircase, for crying out loud! Anyone could walk in on us any moment. And besides, it was Harry. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“What is it?” Harry asked.

“Can’t believe I did that.”

His hands squeezed my hips.

“Admit that you and I will be together sooner or later anyway, which we both know is true, or offering me sex?”

“Both,” I mumbled and leaned into his neck, avoiding his eyes, “How come you’re nice to me now?”


“You were all bossy just a minute ago,” I shrugged, kissing his neck similar to how he’d done to me earlier, yet gentler than how he’d treated my skin, “Made me stay still so you could mark me and all. And now you’re all nice and caring. S'confusing.”

“I always care about you,” Harry spoke and I could tell by his voice that he was frowning.

“I know you do. Wasn’t questioning that.”

“Then what are you questioning?” Harry asked.

I shrugged, lost of words as my head was pulled back under the dull dizziness given my the alcohol running through my blood.

“I just know what it is that is best for you,” Harry spoke, his arms hoisting me up all of a sudden.

He came to his feet, my body cradled to his chest as if I weighted nothing. I whined and let him hold me to himself tightly, wrapping myself around him.

“And right now,” he went on, “what you need is to get home.”

“No!” I protested, “S'New Year!”

“Sh,” Harry soothed me, “Would you rather spend it at a party being sick, or in bed, cuddled into blankets while I watch over you and ensure your wellbeing?”

He chuckled when I shrugged, aware that he’d won me over. I was too tired to fight him anyway and to be honest, bed with him sounded so much better than fighting the rising sickness in my throat. I allowed him to set me to my feet gently. His hands took hold of mine and squeezed them softly while he leaned down so I could look into his eyes properly, but I quickly lowered my head.

“I don’t like you deciding for me,” I argued quietly, my eyes set onto his feet.

“I know,” Harry huffed, his fingers squeezing mine, “I’m trying to learn.”

I didn’t respond. We were falling back into it, I could tell. We were so close to say it and just go back to being us. But would we work?
His feet nudged mine and I looked up, meeting his eyes. A smile, much shyer than the ones he’d given me throughout tonight, decorated his lips.

“Don’t want my stupid bossiness to ruin us, Y/N. Won’t let it.”

I bit my lip at his words. It was true, Harry’s ever demanding and protective nature had been a huge reason as to why we’d broken up, but it had also been partly why I’d fallen for him so bad. If he worked on it and eased it just a little… we could be okay.

“Does that mean you…?” My eyes narrowed and I looked at him suspiciously, trying to understand what we both left unsaid.

Harry shrugged. His hand gently squeezed me once more before he let go and instead wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“That is a conversation to have tomorrow, yeah? Please allow me to take you home and make sure you’re okay, now. Want to be there when the rest of that stupid drink of yours kicks in.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a TFLN between H's girl and Niall but like Niall is her best friend or something and Harry's asking for hr number and Niall wants to make sure its ok to give him xx

I’ve kind of done something similar to this request and I think this one will fit in perfectly with that; TFLN #112. TFLN #138. x

Niall. Missus.

Harry told me that you both got on really well at my party. That’s great!

I told you he’s a great guy.

He was so lovely, Niall. 

He kept getting me drinks when I was out of juice, talking to me even though people were eager to have a conversation with him during the night, he gave me his jacket because your house got cold, and, he was just so interested in me and getting to know me. 

He hasn’t shut up about you.


He’s so sad you had to go back home. He wants to catch the train to see you and have a coffee with you. Honestly. When he’s not in the booth, he’s talking about you.

In fact, he even talks about you in the booth. He’s smitten.

Oh, my god.

He wants you number.

Why didn’t you exchange numbers? I could scold you, right now. Like your father would do if he found out you’d been underage drinking. I thought you would have.

I forgot! 

We were so caught up in getting to know one another that it never popped up in conversation. When he took me home in the car that came for him, we shared a kiss on the cheek before he said goodbye.

Didn’t walk me to my door but that’s a good thing because my neighbours are nosey fuckers.

Also, I think one of the small girls is a huge fan of him because I’ve seen her wear your shirts. She has a school bag with your face on, too. As sweet as she is, I can’t have my neighbours spreading so much crap.



Yes. We shared a small peck on the cheek. He kissed me on the cheek and I gave him one back and then I climbed out the car, waved goodbye and then ran up the stairs to my flat.


Why are you talking in all-caps? You’re like a teenage girl fangirling over your own band, you idiot.

That’s so great for you! The first male action you’ve had in years!

Piss off, you wanker.

God, I bloody hate you sometimes.

I see why he hasn’t shut up about you.

The girl he really likes gave him a kiss.

You make it sound like he told you I sucked his cock and fondled his balls. 

You would jump to that opportunity if he offered for you to be the one to do that to him.

I’m not even going there with you, Niall.

Oh, come on, love!

If you were his girlfriend, you’d get to suck his cock and fondle his balls all you like.

Can you shut up? I kissed him on the cheek. Jesus Christ.

I’m just playing around with you, love.

You always embarrass me.

I’m sorry. 



Is it okay to give it to him?

Of course it is.

He’ll be so happy. Expect a text or a phone call later on today or tomorrow. We’re a little swamped in the studio right now. Especially Harry; he wants to focus on nailing his vocals today.

How are you talking to me?

It’s lunchtime. I’m eating my food. They all popped out to the cafeteria down the road to get some sandwiches. 


It’s definitely okay to give him your number?

It’s more than okay, Niall. 

Thank you.

For what?

For this chance to meet someone. Harry’s great.

I’m glad to have been matchmaker. x

Spark [Jason Todd x Reader]

Anon requested: “Can you write one where jason and the reader broke up like a year ago. Jason is now dating this other girl and they go to this party but he sees the reader with her friends at the party and his now girlfriend is friends with the readers friends so she makes jason to hang out with them. Jason and the reader start having like their usual fun banter and then the reader leaves to go dance with a guy or something and jason gets jealous and realize he still has feelings for her?”

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. Also, if you don’t mind, I kind of altered their interaction to more of a ‘still salty about each other but playfully taking jabs at each other’ kind of thing.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 1074

[G/N] : Girl’s Name



It was a little too crowded for Jason’s liking but he supposed it was better than any of Bruce’s Charity Balls. Those were a total pain in the ass, and he had to be on his best behavior. At least at a regular party like this, Jason didn’t need to live up to anyone’s expectations… well, maybe except his new girlfriend.

“Hey Jason, I’m going to meet some of my friends.” she said quickly, smiling. Jason nodded, giving a kiss to her before she left.

He scanned the environment for any threats, a habit he managed to develop that stuck with him. Apart from the drunk teenagers who shouldn’t even be there in the first place, Jason didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, nothing except… you?

His eyes narrowed when he saw your face, wondering what on earth you were doing at a place like this. Sure, you two had called it quits a year ago, but he didn’t think his new girlfriend would like meeting an ex of his.

He almost choked on his own saliva when he saw his girlfriend approach you, giving you a warm hug while laughing. You two greeted each other like old friends. Then he saw his girlfriend drag you towards him.

Oh shit…” he mumbled under his breath.

“Jason!” [G/N] exclaimed happily, oblivious to the situation she created. Your eyes widened at the sight of him and he knew you were fighting the urge to bury your face in your hand. “This is [F/N], she’s one of my closest friends!” [G/N] turned to you. “[F/N], this is my new boyfriend, Jason.”

“Boyfriend?” you repeated, raising your eyebrows while looking at him. He saw the playful glint in your eyes and glared at you, a warning not to say anything. You turned to your friend and bit back a laugh. “You have quite the taste, [G/N].”

“He’s not like any of my other ones. He’s really attentive.” she insisted. This made you tilt your head in confusion.

Attentive? He doesn’t seem like the–excuse me–attentive type.” you commented. 

“I’m right here.” Jason reminded. You turned to him and gave him that smirk of yours.

“Oh trust me, I know.” you said. Sensing that you two weren’t getting along, [G/N] cleared her throat.

“I’ll get us some drinks…” she said, walking away. 

As soon as she was out of sight, Jason said, “I see you haven’t changed a bit, princess.” He used that nickname that he gave you back when you two were still a thing to taunt you even further.

 “You haven’t either hotshot.” you remarked, crossing your arms as an unimpressed look made its way to your face. “I mean, I know you’re hung up on me and all, but trying to make me jealous by dating one of my friends? That’s low, even for you.”

Jason rolled his eyes at your ego. “Please save yourself the embarrassment. As if anyone would be hung up on you.”

“The calls and messages you left says otherwise.” you taunted, leaning forward slightly. “Seriously, I thought I had to get a restraining order against you. That takes talent, Todd.”

“Heard you scored ten boyfriends in three months after our breakup. Did you need that many guys to get over me?” Jason shot back. “Can’t blame you though, I am irreplaceable.” 

“Yes, I agree. You’ve won the title of ‘Number One Asshole of the Century’. No one can ever replace you.” you retorted. 

Jason rolled his eyes once again, but he wasn’t necessarily annoyed. He kind of… missed this, the banters you two always had. No one had been able to match his wits like you had. In the relationship you two never ran out of insults to throw at each other, but you two never meant any of it. He could tell this was exactly the same. Some things never changed.

“What Earth are you on?” Jason quizzed, “I distinctly recall that you won that title, especially after ruining our apartment with that temper of yours.”

Our apartment?” you laughed. “You set yourself up too high, babe. I was the one paying the rent, so technically, that was my apartment.”

Before any more insults could be exchanged, [G/N] returned with some drinks. You took it and drank it in one gulp, making the other two give you questioning looks.

“Sorry, I needed it after spending so long with him.” You nodded towards Jason.

“That was like, three minutes.” your friend said.


Suddenly, a man came up from behind you and tapped your shoulder, whispering a few things into your ear before walking off with a wink. 

You turned to Jason and his girlfriend and said rather apologetically, “sorry guys, gotta run. This is a party and I’m going to enjoy it. Don’t get too drunk, and use protection!” 

Jason didn’t miss the sway in your hips as you walked away with a confidence that suggested you owned the place. He chuckled and shook his head; you still haven’t changed a bit.

Half an hour later Jason noticed you on the dance floor, moving your body to the music. It was safe to say he was absolutely entranced by the way you moved your body.

Then he saw the man from earlier with you, smiling and twirling you around. A fire erupted within him in an instant. He hated seeing you in the arms of another man, and this was no exception. He wanted nothing more than to march up there and slam his fist in that man’s face for touching you that way.

Jason’s eyes widened at his thoughts. He couldn’t possibly be… jealous, could he? He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Of course not, he had a girlfriend. You weren’t his anymore. You two went your own separate ways.

Yet… your paths crossed, as if it was destiny. As he watched you, he begun to remember how much he loved your eyes, how they sparkled with joy. And your hair, by the gods he would give anything to run his fingers through them once more. His hand twitched as he recalled the feeling of stroking your cheek, and your lips

Jason’s heart dropped to his stomach when he realized how much he wanted you. Even after one year, he still had feelings for you. He still wanted you in his arms. After a year, that spark was still there.


He was so screwed.

one Sunday

*Bucky looks outside the window of their apartment and waves to Sam as he heads off to the VA. He had told Sam he would be by later but he wasn’t feeling a hundred percent. it wasn’t a total lie but he needed some time alone from Sam. He picks up the cellphone and waits five minutes after Sam is gone before phoning Steve.*

“Steve hey do you have time to talk? I have some big questions I need your advice on.”

“Yeah, I think I can squeeze you between watching TV and doing laundry. Your place or my place?”

“Some place Sam can’t get to would be great…and maybe Tony I don’t want him interrupting and make jokes like last time.”

“Sounds serious. Okay, maybe Central Park? Or we can go to my old place in Brooklyn, I decided to keep my apartment in case me and Tony wanted to hide from everyone.”

“I’ll start heading to your old place. See you there in about twenty.” *He hangs up the phone and locks up the apartment before heading to Steve’s and his old apartment. Once there he waits outside the door for Steve.*

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Keaton Henson sentence starters
  • "Do you know who you are?"
  • "Do you know your lip shakes when you're mad?"
  • "You don't like to be touched, let alone kissed."
  • "Does his love make your head spin?"
  • "It seems as though I'm on my own."
  • "I'm losing friends."
  • "I know that there's friction between me and you."
  • "I know that you're uncomfortable."
  • "I know it's hard for you to tell me the truth, but while we are doing so... I love you."
  • "You love to argue, you can't play guitar, but still, let me tell you that I love who you are."
  • "Love, I hope you are well."
  • "At least we now both have a story to tell."
  • "I feel you know me better than most."
  • "In spite of real distance, we'll always be close."
  • "I walked through the rain for you, you said to go home."
  • "Miss you terribly already."
  • "I hope for your life, you forget about mine."
  • "Please forget me, you were right, dear. I am cold and self-involved."
  • "I'll write my loneliness in poems, if I can just think how to start."
  • "I still worry more about you."
  • "I am rude and unkind."
  • "It's been four years and it does not end."
  • "I still felt alone, but I knew that you'd be there."
  • "I loved her more than I love myself."
  • "She is with another guy."
  • "I won't dance 'til you hold me."
  • "Please, don't leave me."
  • "I'm sorry, can't make your party."
  • "I'm afraid I'd kill your lover while your back was turned."
  • "So this is where you wanted to be, and it's a goddamn shame that you're not here with me."
  • "I see pictures now of the two of you and it makes me sick."
  • "Damn, I love you."
  • "Here's to you, you miserable fuck."
  • "Drink up, so we can both finally die."
  • "She's as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun."
  • "Why was she listening to someone like me?"
  • "I know I'm awful, I can't even cry."
  • "You're my best friend, I'll love you til one of us dies."
  • "Teach me how to love you."
  • "I'll learn not to look at you with scorn."
  • "Don't expect me to change."
  • "I never loved you enough."
  • "This feels right and I'm letting it."
  • "I will not tire of you."
  • "Turns out that nothing is fair."
  • "You can leave me if you wish, but I'm not going anywhere."
  • "I am a fragile one."
  • "Please do not break my heart, I think it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life."
  • "You don't have to make any promises."
  • "If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part."
  • "I can see in your eyes that you mean it."
  • "All of these years you've been lonely."
  • "You are right, I've been looking as well, babe, I'm not looking for you."
  • "I'm just as damn disappointed as you."
  • "I'm truly alone and I like it."
  • "Though we're young, I feel eighty years old."
  • "Your arms around me are keeping me warm, but baby, I'm still feeling cold."
  • "You're kind and you're beautiful, too."
  • "I feel in some way I do love you but babe, I'm not in love with you."
  • "You seem to look through me, I wonder what you see."
  • "I wish I could stay with you."
  • "I wish I could wake at dawn to see you without make up on."
  • "You look the best today."
  • "I've been right here waiting for you to wake up."
  • "You think you're better than them."
  • "I hope you end up missing me."
  • "Your friends will always just be in your way."
  • "I'm just getting started, let me offend."
  • "The devil's got nothing on me, my friend."
  • "All I want is to be left alone."
  • "Sweetheart, what have you done to us?"
  • "Oh please, just come here, don't fight with me."
  • "Baby, please don't look at me like that."
  • "I will see you in the morning."
  • "Don't think of me like that, just picture me leaving and not coming back."
  • "This is your home now so don't you forget."
  • "I did it all for you."
  • "I'll do my best to teach you to fly."
  • "Come on baby, make me fall in love with you."
  • "I guess we can make it all the way."
  • "Turns out we don't belong after all."
  • "This feels different than it felt before."
  • "Guess that you were just expecting more, come on, you knew me, what'd you do that for?"
  • "I am selfish to my very core."
  • "I'm so damn scared of dying without you."
  • "Don't lie, I know we're fixing to die."
  • "I'll smile and pretend and won't show to the crowd."
  • "No, I won't be the damnedest bit fucking surprised."
  • "I won't give up, not until I'm holding you."
  • "Don't let go of my hand."

anonymous asked:

I have a friend of mine that is an alcoholic. Apparently the "make sure they don't drink" person (I can't believe I forgot the name of those people, it's on the tip of my tongue) said being creative was a good way to take your mind off of booze. I recommended your novel, and YouTube channel to her, and I am happy to report she is 60 days sober, and has binge watched every one of your vlogs in preparation for her own novel. And, she loved Eve!

This makes me so happy, this is wonderful news! Thanks so much for sharing <3

anonymous asked:

you said you used to be in band, what's your advice for band camp? im a freshman and its my first one, so im pretty lost.

First tip. Drink LOTS of water. They’re probably gonna mention that a LOT (especially if you’re in the South), but it’s gonna be super important. Marching band takes a surprising amount out of ya.

Second of all, try to make a friend. I know it’s a lot easier said than done, and the right person to be friends with may not be the first person you meet, but I promise you that it won’t be as hard as you make it out to be. You’re all band kids, so you already have something in common.

Third, dont get too put out if you’re having trouble marching and playing. That shit is HARD AS HELL to get down. It may take time to sound good doing it, but when you can do it, it pays off big time!

Finally, have fun with it. I know it’s cliche and junk, but cliches happen for a reason. You all are there to put on a fantastic show, so put that show on with aplomb!

You got this! Best of luck at band camp!

With the Tuans - Mark

At the age of sixteen, my parents filed for divorce. My father remarried and I lived under the care of my single mother. Two years after, she told me she was ready to start a new life. I was happy for her, but not for long when she told me I wasn’t part of that life. Because I soon turned eighteen, she abandoned me. One day she told me to pack all my belongings and dropped me off at one of her friend’s home. She didn’t say much. Just that I will be in good hands and that I should never look for her. What could I have said at that age?

I think about it now at twenty-one and rather than mad, I feel sorry for myself. I have no one. If you count the Tuans, then sure, but even they don’t come close. There will always be that emptiness that only a family can fill.

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Last Call

Harry Styles - 1860 words (smut)


My eyes cast over him when he walks in the room, momentarily forgetting my friends rambling in my right ear. Two years had passed of the mystery guy, who I knew was named Harry, started coming to our bar every Friday and Saturday to drink with his friends.

“Are you even listening to me?” I hear Ellen chime heartily, her pointy nail digging into the fleshy part of my arm, making a wince resonate from my lips. “Of course I am.”
I roll my eyes as I stand to my full height again, resuming to cleaning the bar counter top with the filthy rag I have been dragging around all night already.

“Harry is hot, isn’t he? I wonder how old he is. I’d do him.” Ellen sighs dreamily as both of us gaze, Harry greeting his mate Liam with a bright smile, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Went to high school with him, so around my age. And since when do you have a soft spot for bad boys?” I smirk, raising my eyebrows as I lean against the bar with an outstretched arm. Liam and Louis, I knew, were a year or maybe even two higher than me. Harry, I never knew. He always hung out with Liam and Louis and their clique but if I recall my memories right, he was only one year older than me.

I see Ellen’s cheeks flush immediately, his hands fumbling with the bottles some of the guys in the far back have ordered. “Which girl doesn’t? Have you seen him?”
“Calm your ovaries, Jo. You have a boyfriend.” I breathe out something that resembles a gasp mixed with laughter, grabbing the bottle of beer out of my colleague’s hands and swiftly pop it, setting it back onto the tray, granting Ellen a large grin.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy some good eye candy.” Ellen punches me in the arm again, picking up the tray and skipping happily over to the table of customers. Ellen was a very, let’s say, bubbly person and her boyfriend was one of the most caring, kind men I had ever met in my entire life. They suited one another but I understand that sometimes you will miss the excitement of a bad boy.
“Ahum.” I want to roll my eyes again at the obnoxious tone the guy behind me seems to be sporting, but refrain from it as I wipe my hands and slowly turn around to face the guy.
“Can I help you?”

When I turn I’m met with the bright green eyes of none other than Harry. I can feel myself blink hysterically for a few times. “What?” Oh great, now I hadn’t even heard what he had asked me. To always state I was immune to boys and their charm, I had quite the setback just now.
“Can you fix me up with a few beers, darling?” Harry smirks as he chuckles, watching me try to gather my thoughts as I pop the beers he asked for.

“Anything else I can do for you?” I sweetly state as I let my gaze wander over his upper body, taking his money from his outstretched hand. I am certain he is toned underneath that white shirt which is normally covered by his leather jacket. I refrain from licking my lips and hand him his change.
“Are you busy tonight at last call?” Harry’s voice sounds hopeful, his eyes wandering over my cleavage before our gazes meet and he throws a smirk my way.

“Depends. Are you?” I reciprocate his smirk. He seems taken aback but a genuine smile makes its way onto his lips as he takes the beers in his hands. “I’ll see you at last call then, y/n.”


I am nervously fumbling with the apron I was wearing as I hear Ellen call out it was the last drink of the night. Liam and Louis, Harry’s friends, stand to their feet and I stare at the threesome, saying goodbye to one another. Harry laughs loudly at something Louis says as he claps Harry in the shoulder. He follows Liam out of the bar, but not before shooting me a wink.

“So.. One beer.” Harry smirks as he lets himself fall down onto one of the bar stools right in front of me, his fingers fumbling with the lighter to light his cigarette. He even looks good while smoking, which I wouldn’t even think be possible. I bend down for his bottle and Ellen makes a noise, resonating from the back of her throat. My eyes flash over to her and she gives me a panicked yet overexcited grin, eyes motioning to the man in front of me.

I wink and hand Harry his beer, leaning against the counter top. “So tell me y/n, do you always spend your last call with a random guy?”
“Only when their pickup line is cheesy enough.” I grin, my fingers curling around his bottle as I bring it to my lips.

“Did you just steal my beer? It looks like the one I was having.” Harry laughs and I swallow a mouthful of beer, trying to keep my laughter in so I wouldn’t spurt my beer all over the counter.
“You’re delusional. You had no beer.” This draws a loud, joyful chuckle out from the back of his throat. “Want to get out of here?”

My eyes wander to Ellen who grants me with a thumbs up while I already am untying the knot of my apron. Harry raises to his feet and slips his leather jacket back over his shoulders, waiting for me to stop besides him.
“Technically, you owe me a beer.” Harry grins as he throws open the front door of the now closed bar, waiting for me to step through before following me. “Oh, I have something better planned.”
Harry’s fingers brush over exposed parts of my body throughout the entire ride to his flat, riling me up to the point where I would fuck his leg if he’d let me. We’re quiet as we climb his stairs, my eyes glued to his curved ass. My fingers are toying with the necklace I am wearing absentmindedly, my bottom lip pulled between my teeth.

I am not sure what we’re supposed to be doing but my own thoughts have been riling me up so badly I can feel the wetness pool in my knickers. Harry stops in front of a door, fumbling with a key, shooting me a grin as he pushes himself inside.

As soon as I let the door click closed behind me, I am roughly pressed against the door, a moan immediately escaping my lips at the impact. Harry groans at my vocalism and presses his lips against my jaw, teeth scraping over the soft flesh there while I feel him exhale harshly.
“Harry..” I breathe, writhing against him in hopes  I would gain just the tiniest fleck of friction from him. He grunts and out lips meet, feverishly and passionate fighting for dominance. He presses me further into the door and I gasp, giving him the access to let his tongue wander around the crevices of my mouth.

One of his hands is cupping my jaw while the other lightly trails over the curve of my bottom, down to my thigh where he cups the flesh to lift my leg to the height of his hips, pressing his core against mine in a mind blowing way. My hips have a mind of their own as they roll against Harry’s jeans, feeling his hardened cock brush teasingly against my folds.

“Y/n, we’ve been staring at one another for too long.” My eyes dart open and widen at his statement, sighing as his hand cups my left breast to give it a squeeze.
“How did you know?”

“You’re obvious, y/n. But I’m not just talking about you. In high school, I’d stare at the swaying of your hips in the hallway or how the sweat would trickle into your cleavage after running at gym.. To your swiveling hips when you enjoy a song at the bar. You radiate sex.”

His lips trail every exposed bit of skin and I moan loudly, whimpering his name and almost begging him to fuck me senseless.
“I can’t wait to fuck you into the morning.” He groans before his teeth sink into my neck and a loud hiss escapes my lips, hips bucking uncoordinated against his straining cock.

“Please Harry, please.” My head his thrown back against the battered up wood, my nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him for dear life. I let my flattened out hands trail over his pecks, licking my lips before I push his leather jacket to the ground. Harry’s fingers are busy with unbuttoning the buttons of my black shirt, my own hands pushing the white shirt up on his body, throwing it to the floor seconds after.

My bra follows my shirt on the floor shortly after, but I can’t comprehend those actions as Harry cups my core roughly, sending a shiver of ecstasy down my spine. Harry drops to his knees to rid me of my jeans and knickers, slowly rising back up, the top if his tongue trailing along my goose flesh covered body, shivering from anticipation.

As soon as our lips meet again I’m fumbling with the buckle of his belt, trying to rid him if the article as soon as possible. I can hear Harry breathe out a chuckle against the shell of my ear as he assists me, pushing his jeans and boxers low enough to expose his throbbing cock to me.

Both of Harry’s hands cup my ass roughly as he hoists me up, his cock slipping against my wet folds while he pushes me roughly against the door again, groans of satisfaction leaving my lips. “Harry, please fuck me.” I let my teeth sink into his bottom lip, pulling it before letting it snap back into place.

Harry lines himself up with my entrance and roughly pushes inside, whimpers leaving my lips as he fucks me against the front door, his name leaves my lips in a chant of melodies, begging him to go faster, harder, rougher.

“Fuck y/n. So vocal.” I can only grunt in response as he rapidly fucks me towards my orgasm, legs trembling against his hips. My fingertips dig into his naked shoulder blades, my loud moans being swallowed by Harry’s lips pressing against mine.

It doesn’t take long before Harry splutters inside me, stilling as his harsh breathing warms my neck, his lips pressing against the scorching skin, tongue darting out to cool me off.
I am still pressed against the door, my limp body being held up by Harry’s strong arms.
“We didn’t even make it to the bedroom.” I giggle into the thick, sex filled air as I hear him chuckle.

“I promised myself when us get the chance I’d fuck you all night. Hope you’re not tired.” Harry groans against the skin of my neck before a chuckle leaves his lips and he carries me off towards his bedroom.

Lots of love,
L. xox

AU where Grantaire is a hugely famous and successful fashion designer aged thirty (like, Alexander McQueen famous), who owns this international multi-billion dollar fashion house, but is also hugely famous for the fact that he’s anonymous, like, only ten trusted people at the top know his real name (one of them is probably Eponine, no, its definitely Eponine, she is his PA), everyone else knows him just as R, most of the people working for him have never even seen him. Outside of his fashion house he lives with Joly, Bossuet and Musichetta (he also owns their building which is why the rent is so low but shush they don’t know), who just think he’s their little cynic artist, like, they have no clue what he does because he’s just so vague when asked, ‘sell art shit’ is his usual response. And they keep asking him to come to Les Amis meetings but he just refuses every time.

And so one day he’s working on this really big collection that’s based on the Greek Gods and Eponine rings him one day and is like ‘we’ve found Apollo’, and texts him pictures of Enjolras (whose parents cut him off as usually happens in fanfic, and who Courfeyrac pushed into modelling part time because ‘you are the most beautiful human to exist you’ll make enough doing a week to retire for life’) and Grantaire’s just like ‘Eponine how much photoshop was used no one is that beautiful’ ‘Well see if he lives up to the photos yourself he’s over to your office’ ‘I’m not even at my office’ ‘well get the fuck over there’. And of course Enjolras doesn’t really want to be there because, even though R’s house is really famously progressive and actually does plus-sized stuff it’s still the fashion industry, it’s still a steaming pile of elitist shit. So they get arguing and it gets incredibly heated and after half an hour of outright yelling Grantaire just plays a klaxon noise on his computer and shouts ‘you are hired’, pressing the intercom ‘Eponine I’ve hired the guy, go show him the ropes’.

So begins a month of sexual tension, incredibly argumentative flirting, or flirty arguing, clothes designing and angst. (Grantaire also just keeps gifting Enjolras clothes and Courfeyrac just whines that its not fair that Enjolras gets all that couture when he doesn’t even appreciate it ‘look at this leather jacket Enj, it is one of a kind, it has been perfectly tailored for you, this is the bespoke of bespoke, we do not leave it on the floor!’)

And finally one day after the Joly-Bossuet-Musichetta trio have wheedled and whined and poked and prodded Grantaire for a week he finally throws up his hands and says ‘if it’s at a bar and I can drink I will come to your stupid activist meeting’. So they head off and its all nice and the leader isn’t there yet so they introduce him to everyone and they all chat and make friends and Grantaire thinks ‘this isn’t bad, I may enjoy myself’. Then Courfeyrac looks towards the door and says brightly ‘ah here comes our fearless leader’. And Grantaire looks over as well and the fearless leader is, of course, Enjolras and Grantaire just thinks ‘of all the activist groups in France my friends frequent the same one that my crush and employee who I argue with on a daily basis runs, of course’. And Enjolras comes over and stops still, Combeferre starts to introduce him and Enjolras just stops him and is like ‘R what are you doing here!?’ and everyone’s like ‘you know each other?’ and Enjolras turns to Combeferre and Courfeyrac and says ‘this is my boss’.

Everything goes to shit for an hour.

The meeting never actually happens.

They’re too busy interrogating Grantaire.

‘You own R? You’re R! We’ve lived with you since college and you never told us!’

‘You’re R! Your clothes are works of art I am not worthy!’

‘How did you keep this secret for ten years!’

‘I am going to kill Eponine I can’t believe she never told us!’

*Courfeyrac is cannot evening*

‘Grantaire I am legitimately impressed by your ability to maintain a double life, have you ever considered fighting crime?’

‘How did you not know I ran this activist group! How!’

‘You own our fucking building! You give us rent money every month! You pay yourself to live in your own flat!’

Eventually things calm down. Eponine is not allowed to live down the fact that she knew everything and never told anyone.

Everyone begins operation ‘get E and R together’. Chaos ensues, Enjolras and Grantaire get together, life is good.

This Is Halloween.[Kurt Wagner Oneshot.]

Imagine Kurt going to a Halloween Party, dressed up like a Demon because Peter convinced him to do it. (”Dude, you look awesome! You’ll totally get chicks!” did it for him). 

Title: This is Halloween.
Pairing: Implied! Kurt Wagner x (Female)Reader.
Words: 1429.
Rating: T(Mentions of sex).

The night is still considerably young, it’s only about Nine PM. Peter left Kurt’s side about half an hour ago to go talk with a group of girls, who seem to be falling for his charm. Or at least, it appeared so from where Kurt was standing. Rather awkwardly. Shuffling from side to side for a few seconds, Kurt moves his drink from his left hand to his right and looks around the room. There’s music playing, something unfamiliar to Kurt, but Peter seemed to recognize it as he exclaimed, “I LOVE THIS SONG.” making the group of girls he was surrounded by giggle in excitement. 

There was no doubt in Kurt’s mind that Peter had something to drink, even if it was a little. His metabolism worked quickly, and alcohol had its effects rather fast on Peter.

Peter perks up, glancing over at Kurt with a smile on his face. “That’s my friend, the one I was telling you about the other day.” Peter chuckled, giving a rather cheeky grin and leaned towards you, the only person he actually knew at the party, other than Kurt. Which was ironic enough, as you were the one who invited him along.

“Isn’t he cute?” He whispered to you and bumped into your side.

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Adonis - DK smut


Word Count: 3310 (fuuck lmao)

To say that I didn’t enjoy Seokmin’s hard body above mine as he thrust his hips to meet mine would be a terrible lie. I loved staring into his eyes as he held my hands above my head, pushing them deeper into my sheets, dominating me completely. I loved traveling my gaze south to watch our lower bodies meet in an intense dance. That was our sex position, week after week. And I would never have thought of the possibility of trying something new, since he got me off so good every single time. But yet that night, as I sat behind him, with my hand wrapped around his cock, my lips softly caressing his right ear, and his face contoured in beautiful pleasure, I knew I liked this a lot more.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii today is my 21st birthday. I can't Remember the last time I had a good birthday or a real one or anything. I know it sounds silly but could you write something about wanting to be appreciated on a special day like today?

omg honey happy birthday!!!! i didnt want to leave this just sitting in my inbox before i found the inspiration to write it because i didnt want you to feel ignored. 21 is a big one omg well sorta if you like to drink haha my 21st was an incredibly stressful and lowkey awful day lmao but it did have its good moments :’)

birthdays itself are stressful bc they make you feel like the day has to go a certain way or it wasnt a good birthday. but tbh the best birthday i had was my 23rd (back in november) and u know what i did? went to work and came home and had a nice dinner with my best friend. my ex sent me flowers and that made me so happy as well! so it’s just the little things like that that’ll make your day good, not necessarily something extravagant or outrageous. 

it definitely isn’t silly to want to feel appreciated and i think you should try to plan something with the people you love, whether it’s going out or just staying at home and enjoying each other’s company. it’s YOUR day and you should spend it however makes you happy! 

ahh sorry this probably wasnt what you had in mind but i didnt want to leave you hanging or write you something i wasnt absolutely in love with. but i hope i could’ve made the birthday babe smile a little :’)

happy birthday hon, i hope you have an awesome day and i hope you spend it feeling like royalty! ily <33

Welcome Home Princess - Part 2

First of all I wanted to thank everyone who has read and given me feedback on not just WHP but also my other short stories and fics - it means the absolute world to me that you guys enjoy and anticipate more from my writing, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside - As promised, a part 2 of WHP.

Warnings: OC is a dark character, there is swearing, mention of knives??, and sexually suggestive content - if any of this bothers you or is a trigger please be advised and feel free to go read my fluffier or less aggressive content x


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