just look at them smiling at each other like that

anonymous asked:

I'm such yousana trash honestly... when the ball rolled on the concrete and the camera panned up to Yousef and they just looked at each other OMG 😭 I was dying just from that😵 finally an interaction between them both, I was so happy to see sana smile and her cute beautiful dimples again 😍 I still NEED an explanation tho? this clip was beautiful tho I'm not complaining.. also Elias warning Yousef, does that mean they've talked about him liking sana? eeek I'm squealing just at the thought!

YES sana smiling was my favourite part. ELIAS WARNING YOUSEF LMAO elias knooooooooows

Fairy Tail Chapter 537

This fucking chapter was a boatload of feels I legit cried. Fuck but I saw it coming and it’s beautiful but my heart!!! I just realized only 9 chapters left like nooooo!?! Lets get into this review.

Zeref is on the floor because he just got his ass kicked. Mavis is going to end this. Yeah when you can’t move a muscle that usually means the fight is over.

This might take more than a few minutes. Mavis looks so sad right now so why is Zeref smiling? Like he’s happy she’s going to kill him. Though it makes sense since he always wanted to die. 

Yes they’re talking about their first Zervis kiss which I never understood. If they both loved each other, why did only in of them end up like that? (Also just noticing after reading it again their eyes look funny lol)

Ohhh so it was you. You didn’t love him enough!! Zeref saying he’s never been loved before (I’m assuming it’s Zeref, it can be either but from the dialogue it makes sense it’s Zeref speaking in that panel. Ohhh he’s calling her out. Nostalgia trip through fairy tail zero. So does that mean she only looked up to him? 

Ayyy Zervis! She still loves you (so do I, this chapter made me feel both same Mavis same) man I hope she isn’t about to say that she doesn’t love him anymore.

Thank god she loves him!!!!! I’m legit crying stoppp!!

Woah this scene is so powerful. I know it’s serious but he’s already beat up and she’s hitting him.

The stupid law of contradiction! She’s saying the opposite of what she feels. She’s saying not to die and then to die. Fuck.

At least he put the thought bubble in with her true feelings.

Aughhhh Zervis kissss!!!! But nooooo he’s dying!!!!! 

Nooo you need to talk to Natsu and bond. Nooo take her with you!!!! Shit that’s what I predicted and wanted but still it’s so sad. Crying while typing this. He still lives Mavis.

This is such a beautiful scene (so many tears)

I think it was perfect for them to die in fairy tail. They should have their graves here together. That would be amazing.

Love is the original magic. It was able to free the curse. Back to the others now. I guess it’s over.

WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS. NO IT WAS A SAD CHAPTER BUT I WAS LIKE FINE BUT CAN YOU NOT!!!?! No he’s suppose to die. You can’t just do that. Seriously it’s made me mad. I guess this is what people feel when Mashima keeps bringing back people. I love Makarov but he should have stayed dead. Like wtf? You can’t just take away his death like that.

Wow ok at least their life force was given to him. But still dumb.

Well at least some happy thing happened. But honestly this chapter would have been perfect without that. If it ended on Zeref and Mavis finally at peace it would have been fine.

The next chapter is When Flames die out. I swear can you not kill my ships!!?! That’s Natsu so does that mean Lucy’s going to successfully remove Natsu from being a demon? This chapter was so sad I can’t even think about what’s going to happen next. Natsu’s probably going to where the others are and hopefully is not dying since Zeref and END are connected. Lucy needs to hurry and separate them.

Keith and Lance are so similar and they don’t even know it.

From the way they sit (with their legs spread out lool)

To their facial expressions

To what they do on their free time (swimming lol)

(And also wanting to be fighter pilots at the Garrison??)

To what they wear (their swimsuits are so similar!!)

(And this is probably a long shot but white collar, white hoodie, similar random yellow stripe on their clothing except Lance’s is just a bit darker and on his arm?)

To their hair, look at their bean sprouts LOOL

To the way that they look at each other (kinda like “What the hell is going on in his head?”)

And bonus, those cute smiles that they give each other sometimes

Late Late Show

Summary: At the launch of your new series Riverdale, you and Cole’s relationship has finally become public after KJ leaked a photo of you two out of character onto Twitter. In addition to dating him, your character is Jughead’s love interest, and so you have an interview with James Cordon.

Word Count: 1141

Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

“Everyone please welcome, one of the newest stars of the CW’s hit Riverdale, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

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Among the Crowd (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Soulmates’ worlds go from black and white to colors when they are in the same room for the first time. Bucky is a famous actor in the middle of a convention, trying to find his soulmate, you.

Word Count: 2,232

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean W. fic and I hope you all like it :D 

Originally posted by v-writings


Bucky took a swig of water, tightening the cap on the bottle before setting it to the side. His meet-and-greet was about to start. He could hear the bustling of the crowd right outside the door and took a deep breath. Alongside him was Clint, a co-star.

“You doing okay, buddy?” asked Clint, eyes concerned as he placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

After a few minutes, Nat Romanoff and Sam Wilson took their seats next to each other and the writer of the show, Bucky’s oldest friend, Steve Rogers, emerged from behind the black curtain that had been put up behind the actors.

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A very important compilation.

Humans are space orcs #317

So imagine an alien race with only one gender or who have like really different gender characteristics or something.

First, they have trouble understanding that there are genders, because we look really similar regardless of gender, two arms, two legs, no colour scheme to separate “male” from “female” exclusively.

Second, no matter how many times some humans say there are only two genders, others say there are many. It seems, the aliens conclude, that all humans have their own way of defining how many genders there are, and how these are allowed to interact.

Third, the aliens soon discover that the humans get really awkward if you bring up mating (“fucking”) with another human around. And as we all know, humans are space orcs and nothing seem to faze them, so having found this small weakness, the aliens likes to exploit it and mess with the humans as often as they can.

***

“Officer Toft?”

“Ensign?”

“Are you and officer Alvarez a couple?”

The humans looked at each other. Their faces scrunched together and assumed a colour resembling the mess hall walls. The ensign could barely contain its delight.

“We are both men, ensign. Just because we are the only two humans…”

The human trailed off, blushing harder by the minute and refusing to meet the eyes of its fellow. The other human looked surprised and then a small smile erupted on its face. It reached out its hand and placed it carefully on top of the others knee.

“We are not a couple, but I understand your confusion,” it proclaimed. “I mean, we are usually keeping pretty close.”

The ensign nodded both antennae slowly, not sure where this was going.

The human who had spoke last moved closer to the other. The ensign immediately got a bad feeling. The human put its darker hand on the paler ones jaw and smiled sweetly before leaning in.

The ensign felt all vital fluids drain his extremities. Meeting mouths was highly inappropriate, not to mention unsanitary! Gagging, the alien fled.

The ensign leaned against the wall, weak legged, as its sensitive antennae picked up the scattered conversation between the humans.

“Wha…good for?”

“To mess… mess with them.”

“Oh.”

“Also… anted to kiss you… really long time.”

More noices and the ensign moved away. There was certainly a downside to teasing the humans.

Take The Trade

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 2,836

Warning: THIS IS VERY SINFUL OH DEAR LORD

Part 2 
Part 3 
Part 4 (finale)

A/N: big fuckin thanks to the girls for encouraging me to finish this and being super supportive. i’ve been working on this for the longest time and it’s finally here, so enjoy mother fuckers x x

LISTEN TO THIS ON REPEAT!!!!


Originally posted by gabalecki




I throw the phone onto the couch, groaning in annoyance and stomping my feet like a child as I wander to the kitchen, huffing once more to catch Dylan’s attention. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his back still turned to me as he assorted popcorn and candy into different plastic tubs.

My shoulders slouch and I climb onto the island, crossing my legs and pulling an unsatisfied face. “Everyone’s busy, they can’t make it.” I grumble under my breath with furrowed eyebrows. Friday night was game night, everyone came over to my place to eat junk food, play stupid board games and get completely wasted. But, everyone decided they’d be busy this week, which couldn’t have been any more inconvenient.

“What do you mean everyone?” Dylan asks over his shoulder, grabbing the tubs with one hand each and carrying them into the living room. I groan at his actions, sliding off the countertop and following him through the arch as he places the bowls on either side of the Monopoly board that sprawled out over the coffee table.

I follow him back into the kitchen and watch as he raides through my fridge. “Well, Holl’s babysitting, Crystal and Ty are on a date, Cody is meeting some girl he’s been texting, and Shelley’s at that spa weekend with Arden.” I inform him, waiting for his response.

Dylan pulls two crates of beers from the fridge, closing it with his foot and walking back over to the couch, placing the crates of beer by his feet. “What about Sprayberry?” My eyes widen at his suggestion. “Do you not remember the last time we invited him?” I yelp, pointing toward the dark patch on the white wall that had been filled in after Sprayberry smashed his head through it.

He purses his lips to hide his smile and watches me plop onto the couch beside him. “Looks like it’s just you and I then.” Dylan shrugs, breaking into the case of beer, pulling two out and handing me one. I gaze up at him, taking the beer and smiling widely. “You’re gonna stay?” I ask hopefully, my smile only growing when he shrugs his shoulders and places his beer beside the boardgame.

“You can’t play monopoly alone.” I smile at him again, crawling off the couch and around the coffee table so we both sat opposed to each other. “You’re going down.” I tease, grabbing the dice from the centre and shaking them in my hands. “Game on, baby.”


“This is bullshit!” I giggle loudly, throwing a fifty in the middle. “Your fault you landed on Go to Jail.” Dyl laughs, rolling the die and taking his own turn. I grumbled childishly, watching as he moves his metal player around the board and landing on one of my hotel’s, typical. He grins at me, clearly amused that he didn’t have to pay as I was in jail. I glare at him, waiting for him to take his turn again.

We’ve been playing this for two hours, and currently I had the better properties, whilst Dyl had all the money. Empty bottles and random candies were spilled around us, the room slightly spinning which only entices a giggle from my swollen lips. I look through my sets, all of the yellows and greens, but only one blue. Mayfair was nothing without Park Lane, and I was determined to get that godforsaken card from him.

“Dyl come on, I know you love me. Just gimme Park Lane!” I smile seductively, or at least attempted to. He laughs at my statement, fingers scratching against the short stubble that coated his jaw adoringly. The flattering sight causes an ache between my legs and I shift uncomfortably.

With my bottom lip trapped between my teeth, my thighs rub together roughly, my face contorting in discomfort and I try to ease the throbbing between my legs. My eyes remain glued to his lips and the dark hairs that invade his pale skin. In the midst of my staring, his wet tongue peeks between his lips, and just at the simple action I find myself sputtering a cough so disguise my strangled whimper.

Dylan giggles to himself, unaware of the gaze I held on him and he finally looks up from the board, Mayfair in his hand and a grin on his face. “I’ll trade you Park Lane for a blowjob.” Laughter howls from my lips, and my chest shakes from the frantic laughter of his sudden outburst.

However, whilst I laughed at his comment, the wanting need and desire between my legs only grew at his words, and rubbing my thighs together would not be the way to ease the situation I was almost drowning in. “I’m getting us some more beers.” I giggle, standing from the beanbag I had been slumped upon and wobbling into the kitchen.

My body stumbles into the door of the refrigerator and I laugh quietly at my clumsiness. With my hands pressed against the cool metal, I slowly press myself off the fridge, however my back presses against a hard chest, trapping me in place.

My breathing hitches in my throat at the feeling of warm breath fanning over my shoulder. My eyes flutter closed as a hand wraps around my hair that falls over my chest and pulls it behind my back. Soft lips press against the newly exposed skin and my knees almost give way, until a muscular arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer into their solid chest.

“So, what do you say about that deal?” Dylan’s groggy voice speaks, his lips hovering against my neck. I giggle at his comment, rolling my eyes playfully even though he wouldn’t see. “I think you made a great offer, but it’s something I’ll need to think about.” I tease breathlessly, my eyes fluttering closed once again.

Dylan’s warm tongue flattens against my skin and slowly runs along my neck, my body immediately reacting to the feeling and my ass presses into his crotch, a groan escaping his lips and I smirk to myself. “Come on baby, take the trade.” His grip on my waist only tightens and I find myself like putty in his hands. I spin in my tight position, my arms flung around his neck whilst his keep a firm grip on my waist.

I tangle my fingers into his dark hair and press my lips against his hungrily. Tongues dance messily whilst our lips move in perfect unison and I moan at the sudden feeling of Dylan’s hands massaging my ass. Without wanting, he hoists me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind my soaking heat against his lower abdomen.

Dylan carries us out of the kitchen and into the living room, carefully maneuvering around the scattered beer bottles and plopping onto the couch. My legs straddled either side of his body as my fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Dylan noticed my struggle and hesitantly breaks the kiss, tearing his shirt from his body and throwing it across the room.

My eyes stare adoringly at his toned torso, my panties soaking at the sight of the dark hair that gradually disappeared into his jeans and I find myself growing more and more excited by the second.

I press my lips against his, and slowly climb off his lap. My kisses follow my movements, lips pressing against lower areas of skin the further down my body slides, until I’m situated on the ground, between his open legs. I continue to kiss his torso until my lips come into contact with the rough material of his tight jeans, my chin grazing against his growing erection until I move my face away.

A low grunt escapes Dylan’s parted lips and I fiddle with the buckle of his belt, pulling it apart and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. My eyes flicker to his as I watch him through my lashes. His chest heaved heavily and the sound of his erratic pants echoed through the room as he witnessed my every move with every ounce of attention he could muster.

I smirk to myself, wiggling my ass a little which immediately catches his attention. Taking this to my advantage, I tear my shirt from my body; the cool air pelting against my bare chest and goosebumps begin their invasion. Dylan doesn’t notice my lack of attire until I fully unzip his pants, shoving my hand into his boxers and grasping firmly onto his erection.

He chokes back a moan at my sudden forwardness, whilst my eyes widen at the view before me. With a wicked giggle, I lick my lips in anticipation and prop myself up onto my knees. I lean forward slowly, Dyl’s eyes training on my breasts until I pull his big cock toward them, slotting it between the valley of my breasts.

“Oh, my..” His voice breaks when I press my tits together, creating a tighter grip on his cock. Slowly, I move myself up and down, precum spilling onto my skin and working as a form of lubricant as I continue to tease him. Dylan’s hand finds it’s way to the back of my head; his fingers tangling into my hair and pressing my face closer toward his crotch.

I take the hint, releasing my grasp and sinking back to the ground. I wrap a hand around his length, my other holding onto his thigh for support as I teasingly swirl my tongue over his oozing tip. “Baby come on, no teasing.” He whimpers, and the sound alone is enough to make me cum on the spot. I graciously oblige his wishes and wrap my wet lips around his cock, slowly sinking down until he hit the back of my throat.

My throat tightens around him as my nose buried itself in the dark patch of hair, which provokes a strangled moan from him. “Fuck baby, just like that.” He seethes and I hum in response, hollowing my cheeks around him and sliding back up his length. I suck gently on his tip, swirling my warm tongue over his slit and revelling in the filthy moans he gave me.

“Fuck this.” Dylan growls, viciously pulling me away from him by my hair. His lips smash into mine, and he grunts at the taste of himself on my lips. He stands from the couch, hands holding my wrists above my head as he backs me into a wall, my naked chest pressed against his whilst his cock sat squashed against our stomachs.

I moan at the feeling, knees falling weak when Dylan’s lips roamed over the sensitive skin of my neck. My arms remain above my head, one of his hands holding them in place whilst the other tugs down his jeans and boxers. My hips buck into his in excitement and anticipation, the alcohol that once ran through my blood turned to lust and desire, and it felt like I couldn’t get enough.

“Dyl,” I whine impatiently, gaining his attention once more. His dark eyes meet mine, his gaze trailing up to my trapped hands until they stop, a smirk forming upon his swollen lips, and my stomach churns nervously.

“Baby… what are you smirking at?” I question seriously, my heart stammering beneath my ribcage and I was sure my bones would shatter at any moment, given how hard it was throbbing. Before he pushes his jeans all the way down his legs, he holds onto the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the waist of his jeans and tugging it toward my wrists.

My heart drops when I realise what he was doing. My eyes follow the belt until I noticed the small chain hanging from the ceiling from where an old boxing bag had once hung and I mentally scold and thank myself for never getting around to take it down. “Dylan,” I whimper, clenching my fists as he tightly wraps the belt around my wrists, the clanking of metal indicating he had successfully attached it to the chain.

His hand slowly fall down my sides, gently squeezing my ass before he sets a soft kiss upon my forehead. He takes a step back, kicking his boxers off and toeing off his shoes and socks. My eyes widen at the sight of his naked body before me, and I shiver as he smirks at my vulnerable state. “Aren’t you a good little girl, huh? Standing there waiting patiently for me?” He taunts and my panties overflow with arousal at those simplistic words.

“Please, Dylan.” I gulp, rubbing my thighs together in attempt to ease the growing ache between my legs. He notices my struggle and slowly crouches down to his knees, spreading my legs apart and tearing the leggings off my legs. He grins up at me, setting himself between my legs and resting a thigh on each shoulder. His hot breath fans against my clothed core and I shiver at the feeling.

“I can see how wet you are baby.” He chuckles darkly, which only sparks another flame within me, causing me to thrust my hips closer to him. He carefully pulls my panties to the side before blowing cool air against my soaked slit. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I whimper, my head falling back when he runs his warm tongue between my folds, collecting my arousal until his lips latch onto my clit.

My wrists tug at the restraint, my body convulsing at the pleasure Dylan coursed through my body. “Fuck, Dylan oh God, just like that!” I cry out, my hips pressing further into his face as he grips onto my thighs for support. His lips and tongue continue their relentless assault, leaving me no mercy as I lose control completely. Dylan hums against my clit, my body twitching at the feeling and my lower abdomen shakes until I finally release with a filthy whine and a string of profanities that sound from my lips.

“God baby, you taste so good.” Dylan sighs with satisfaction, slowly easing my legs back to the ground and my body falls limp. He wraps his arms around my waist, his face inches from mine and I notice my arousal glistening around his lips as it drips down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand before pressing his wet lips against mine and I whimper at the taste of myself on him.

“Fuck me, Dylan.” I whisper into his mouth, my tongue soon following as he returns the gesture. Our lips mesh perfectly whilst his hands find the backs of my thighs again, and he hoists me from the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist and he lines himself at my entrance, slowly pushing through my folds. We both hiss in pleasure whilst he continues to thrust into me, halting suddenly to allow me to adjust to his generous size.

I take a deep breath, pulling out of the kiss and resting my forehead against his before I nod slightly. “Move.” I whisper. He willingly obliges and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into me at a slow pace. He continues his movements for a few more moments until I begin to grow frustrated. “Faster.” I buck my hips against his and he soon copies, thrusting into me at a faster and harder pace.

The chains above my head rattle and clank with every thrust and I moan at the feeling of him filling me up. His tip hits places I never even knew I had, the more his cock buried inside me. “God, you’re so tight.” He grunts in my ear, hands roaming to my ass and smacking his hand against the now, sore skin. I gasp at the feeling, whining filthily with every strike he made, his thrusts becoming faster and harder until I snapped, my vision blurring and I found my arousal, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck Y/N, oh my fuck!” Dylan cries, quickly pulling out and pumping himself a few times until hot spurts of cum splatter onto my lower stomach. He slowly lets my legs down to the ground again and I fall completely limp. “Holy shit.” He pants, and my vision slowly becomes apparent again. “Dyl,” I breathe, my eyes barely open as I swallow thickly.

Dylan carefully unties my hands, throwing his belt to the ground and catching my body as I almost stammer to the ground. He carries me close to his chest, turning the light out as I snuggle my face into his neck tiredly. “We need to talk Dyl,” I begin as he lays us both on the ground. “We can talk in the morning baby, I have a few things I need to confess.” He tells me, pulling a blanket from the couch and over our bodies.

“Goodnight my love.” Dylan’s soft voice speaks. He presses his lips against mine softly before pulling me into his chest. But that’s the problem… I was leaving tomorrow morning, for good. 

anonymous asked:

You're doing adam kisses headcanons??? Omg I feel I'm gonna die already

I’M ALREADY DEAD. HERE’S PART ONE, THERE’LL BE ANOTHER PART.

Originally posted by mseffervescentdreamer

  • Hand kisses. Like, all sorts of hand kisses.
    • The open palm kiss where he lightly places a kiss on your palm. Usually while your sleeping and he’s left awake unable to fall asleep himself. Prince Adam watches you peacefully, his fingers tracing your palm before he leans over and lightly presses a kiss there. 
      • The usual back of the hand kiss. The kind where he brushes his lips against your knuckles in some sort of greeting. It’s barely a touch, and Prince Adam looks up at you from the kiss with a small smile.
      •  Or, even better when he’s hand in hand with you and merely lifts your hand up and kisses the back of it. A small simple way of saying I love you.
        • Fingertip kisses. Don’t get me started. JK, please do. Prince Adam lifting your hand up and kissing each of your finger individually before pressing kisses to two fingers at once and so on. 
        • This is something you do as well, but usually in private where it’s just the two of you. It makes him feel giddy inside and he loves to watch you kiss his fingers. (Not saying it’s a turn on but yo, it is).
          • Literally the cutest thing when he occasionally lets his lips trail up your hand to your wrist, where he lightly kisses just to tickle you.
  • Forehead kisses.
    • Prince Adam lightly placing his hands on the sides of your face. His thumbs rub your cheeks tenderly and he’s looking into your eyes like you’re the most sublime thing he’s ever looked at. And in his opinion, that’s true. He swallows softly, tilts your head towards him and kisses your forehead. It’s a slow sort of kiss, and he really takes his time letting his lips sink against your skin. 
      • Something that’s not quite a forehead kiss but still falls under it is the butterfly kiss, something that Prince Adam gives you when you’re tired, stressed, sad, etc. He’ll hold you tightly, letting his fingers trail up your neck to the back of your head where he holds you still before leaning down and kissing his forehead against yours. His eyelashes blush against yours, he’s murmuring to you, “I love you so much, you do know that. Right?” 
        • Much like his need for assurance for your love, he likes to validate his love for you when he feels you need it. 
      • You giving Prince Adam forehead kisses when it’s the early morning and he refuses to get out of bed. You roll over, give him a quick peck on the forehead before getting up. He mumbles to himself, but still manages to watch you get ready before deciding he needs to get up.
  • Cheek kisses.
    • A sort of prudent way of showing affection. Usually done in rather spontaneous spurt. 
    • Before Prince Adam leaves a room where a lot of people are watching, he’s turns his attention to you and always leaves you with a warm kiss to your cheek. The smile on his face as you watch him walk away is always something that makes your heart swell.
      • Even when his time with you is interrupted by something that needs his immediate attention, he’ll give you a kiss to the cheek before attending to what ever it is.
        • You giving him flusters of cheek kisses whenever he’s not feeling like himself. You probably kiss his entire face when he’s feeling down, but always centralize your kisses to his cheek.
  • Ear kisses.
    • A bit more secretive and used that way as well. 
      • During parties and what not, if there’s something that Prince Adam wishes to tell you without others knowing, he’ll lean towards you, kissing your ear before whispering whatever he has to say in your ear.
        • Constantly leaves a shudder to slide down your spine and the mare closeness of his lips to the shell of your neck.
        • When the two of you are together, just enjoying one another’s company in silence or reading, Prince Adam likes to lightly press kisses to your ear to remind you that he’s there. 
  • Jawline Kisses.
    • An early morning sort of kiss. You’re snug in his arms, wrapped up in complete and utter warmth. You don’t have to get up yet, and if you wanted, you could stay in bed for the rest of the day. Prince Adam breathes in slowly, his face dug into the crook of your neck. He yawns, lifting his head before pressing a kiss to your jawline, perhaps to entice you to play around this morning.
    • Jawline Kisses usually lead to neck kisses. (Mild NSFW)
      • Pretty self-explanatory but just imagine Prince Adam peppering kisses against your neck before snarling his teeth and lightly scraping them up and down to tease you.
  • On-The Lips Kisses.
    • A rather feisty and more secluded sort of kiss, meaning you usually only kiss each other in private like this. Very rarely does Prince Adam kiss you in front of others on the lips.
      • Probably once or twice if he’s noticed someone’s been looking at you, his protective instincts kick in and he’ll lightly press a kiss to your lips to assure that they know you’re with him.
        • Has a little smile he pulls before he finally lands a kiss on your lips. It’s the cutest little thing, his lips curling around the edges. He continues to smile while kissing you. He’s just so in love.
          • (Mildly NSFW). No doubt that they’ve lead to more heated sessions of kissing and fondling with one another. Imagine, the two of you are at a celebration but get impatient. You think you can make it back to the bedroom, but get half way there before he pulls you towards him. With a light chuckle,Prince Adam ravishes your lips with his, his hands grasping your shoulders and holding you against him. You respond right away, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for an even harder kiss.
  • The Surprise kisses.
    • That’s what you call them at least. The first one always starts with a flower that he picks for you. Holding it up with a small smile, you take it from his hands and respond, “Thank you, love.” To which he replies always with a rather head-spinning kiss and a very gentle, “I love you.”
    • The second kind are when he surprises you with a kiss while your reading. He knows you like to enthrall yourself in the words and pages and so takes this as an opportunity to place a kiss to your cheek, and then your lips.

Sorry I didn’t get more done, I am way tired and I need to sleep haha. Like, I said, there’ll be a part two(Probably with more NSFW kinds of kisses for those who want them). Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it. Reblogs and likes are helpful, thanks y’all!


Tagging: @ciaprincess

idk if it is just me who feels this, but watching sana and yousef’s lil … crush? (love) story? unfold …. feels so much different than the previous 3 seasons.

there hasn’t been much dialogue at all between them, its very very heavy on eye contact and lingering gazes and smiles and smirks.

and it just feels … pure? and wholesome? there’s been zero physical contact between them whatsoever, yet there’s /something/ there.

and it just looks and feels so … ours? like … how i usually see “love stories” in eastern media, in arab shows/movies and desi shows/movies, where the 2 love interests are standing far apart, having no chance of contact, but still conveying so much. being all coy and shy and sneaking looks and standing in doorways and catching them doing something, and then the both of them being so shy around each other.

it just feels so … different? and … /true to how love stories are portrayed in the east/.

AU where Kimball and Doyle both survive and Locus and Felix are defeated and restrained. Felix is making a bunch of smug comments like “What, so you’re gonna kill us now? Think you’re so tough?” and all that Felix-y bullshit.

Kimball and Doyle just look at each other, before Kimball goes: “Actually, no.”

“See, Kimball happened to find something interesting while we were transferring supplies from the New Republic to Armonia,” Doyle adds, arms folded across his chest. “A phone, with only two numbers listed in the contacts. One of them belonged to Locus. The other belonged to someone who claimed he knew the both of you. Rather nice fellow, liked to talk about his family.”

With a knowing smile, Kimball holds out the cellphone, with the name ‘Siris’ and a number visible on the screen. “And we think that anything he’d do to you would be so much more satisfying than anything we could do.”

Felix and Locus’s faces go pale as the nearest door is slammed open by a prosthetic foot, which is followed by an angry shout of “WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!”

Markiplier Ego Headcanons

● Wilford likes to play pranks, but refuses to pull any of the worse ones on Host. He also hasn’t messed with Google ever since he made him malfunction from a prank gone wrong.(Probably dumps water on Dark just to piss him off or something.)

● Wilford is a good cook, especially when it comes to baking.

● Dark can do calligraphy.

● When not focusing on his primary and secondary objectives, Google likes to annoy the other egos with terrible puns.

● “The Host questions Darkiplier as to what he is reading.” “I’m actually reading one of your books.” “The Host smiles.”

● Wilford and Author were really good friends, and although they’ve grown a bit more distant ever since Author became Host, they will mumble inside jokes to each other and chuckle when the others look at them in confusion.

● Dark is kind of like the big brother type to Host. Helps him out with things, protects him (even if Host says that he can protect himself), etc. They’re so close that Host even allows Dark to help him replace his bandages sometimes.

● Although he doesn’t have to eat, Google likes to eat the eccentric food that Wilford cooks.

● Dark gets overly annoyed with Yandere’s recklessness, yet agrees to help him clean up his mess every once in a while.

● Host likes to challenge himself by telling his stories from memory, and when he can’t remember a part, one of the other egos (usually Dark) picks up said book and reads the parts that Host can’t remember.


(@markired Thought you might enjoy some of these. ❤)

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“If we thought we were family in season one, it’s nothing compared to season two” - Tina Desai
“I’m loving it. I feel like home. I was missing everybody” - Miguel Silveste
“Tody is actually incredible. We joke that he has season-one energy. He’s not as tired as the rest of us, which is so great because he can come in and put a smile on all of our faces, immeadiately” - Jamie Clayton
“The eight of us are really tight. We can be grumpy with each other in the morning. We can be completely elated, and I think that’s an amazing thing that we can accept all those things about ourselves.“ - Tuppence Middleton
“You know, there’s this cliché thing of, ‘Oh, we’re a family.'but it feels more than just being friends. It seems more than that, because we share a lot of raw moments.” - Toby Onwumere
“There’s something about this year that was so massive and so epic. It feels like the harder the hill to climb, the more nostalgic you are once you get to the other side of it.” - Brian J. Smith
“Whenever I got lonely, they were there for me. And I was there for them.” - Doona Bae
“When we can just look at each other and have that smile on our faces because we know exactly how it felt like, this is what I love.” - Max Riemelt.

“It’s February 14th, Neil!”

Nicky was exasperated. It was obvious by the way he looked out of breath even though he was just standing there being rather noisey.

Neil scrunched up his nose. As much as he loved Nicky, he wouldn’t mind hearing him less right now. 

“What’s your point, Nicky?” 

The thing with Nicky, however, was that when you requested a straight answer, you instead got a show. 

Act one of this show was apparently looking around at the rest of the foxes and proclaiming, “Can you believe this kid?!” 

Andrew was coming from his appointment with Bee so wasn’t at the locker rooms yet for practice. Neil found himself silently hoping he would get there faster to shut Nicky up.

Usually everybody would just let Nicky go on his rant, half ignoring him and half egging him on. But when Neil looked past him, he realized that all the Foxes were actually paying attention. Their eyes were focused on Neil with a combination of pity, confusion, and general annoyance. 

Nicky was making a huge fuss now, not actually getting to the point but rather going around it. “Of all the days to not know-”

But Matt cut him off. Which was odd, because Matt usually didn’t cut Nicky off. 

“Neil….do you really not know what today is?”

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anonymous asked:

Super important prompt: what was the boy squad doing leading up to Isak's insta post.

This is super important, which is why I have bumped it up on the list. Okay here we go. 

“This is a terrible idea” Mahdi states as the boys walk around the corner to kaffebrenneriet. 

“What the fuck?” Magnus screeches “this is a great idea. Trust us man.”

They all pull a chair out and sit at a table outside near one of the windows to the cafe. 

Isak licks his lips before nodding “Mahdi was right. This is a terrible idea.” 

Jonas laughs and shakes his head “oh come on don’t act like my ideas have never worked before.” 

“yeah but this time it’s half Magnus’s idea” 

“EXACTLY!” Mahdi exclaims already getting up from his chair. 

“Mahdi sit down” Jonas orders, trying desperately to calm the squad down. “it’s gonna work.” 

Mahdi reluctantly sits back in the chair with his shoulders slumped as he chews on his lip anxiously. 

“So which one is she?” Magnus asks grinning. 

“shhhh can you try to be less obvious?” 

Isak and Jonas raise their eyebrows at each other because they both knew the answer was no and that Mahdi was head over heels. 

“Is it her?” Jonas asked, nodding at a brunette clearing a table next to them. 

Mahdi shook his head. 

“What about him?” Magnus asked pointing straight at a guy taking someones order. 

“Nei Magnus” 

Jonas and Isak laughed 

“What I can’t remember if you said it was a girl or not. and he’s hot right Isak?” 

Isak leant back in his chair with a smug smile painted across his face. “nah not my type.” 

“You’re so whipped man.” Jonas shook his head grinning proudly at his best friend. 

Isak shrugged, smiling. 

“oh wait is it her?” Isak asked as he spotted a blonde girl. 

“oh my god you guys are awful at this.” 

“she’s pretty though.” Jonas said. 

“yeah hot!” Magnus agreed. 

Isak squinted his eyes and angled his head like he was looking at an abstract painting he just couldn’t get. 

“I think i’m too gay for this.” 

The boys roared with laughter, the warmth of the joke making Mahdi finally relax a little. 

Suddenly a short girl with glasses, wearing an army jacket under her apron, and her purple hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head walked out with a tray of coffees. 

“that’s her” Mahdi mumbled. 

“what?” Magnus asked confused 

Mahdi’s eyes nearly fell out when he stared at Magnus trying to convey what he meant “that’s heeerrr” he said between his teeth. 

“ahhh” the boys sang together. Mahdi rolled his eyes at how long it took them. 

Isak smiled “She’s cool.” 

“And cute” Jonas agreed. 

Mahdi smiled “yeah we met at a save the planet meeting” 

they all stared at him. 

“What? I care about the environment!” 

“Sure you do…” Jonas smirked and rolled his eyes “just like Even cared so much about kossegruppa.” 

Isak ignored him “anyway what’s the plan then?” 

Jonas and Magnus looked at each other in silence. 

“Hello? Plan?” Mahdi pressed, getting anxious. 

“ugh well…” Magnus began 

“This is as far as we got.” Jonas finished. 

Mahdi facepalmed “you have got to be kidding me.” 

“it’s not our fault! We were planning on Even being here to you know, take over…” Magnus said. 

“Yeah where the hell is he anyway?” Jonas asked Isak. 

Isak grinned cockily “i’m making him study for his math exam.” 

“Making him?” Mahdi asked

“How the hell could you-” 

the moment Isak’s cheeks turned pink the boys chuckled as Jonas waved his hand in the air, shaking his question away. “nope nevermind, I don’t want to know.” 

“Okay” Isak said, clapping his hands ready to take over. “this is what we’re going to do.” 

“Quick does anyone have any asprin?” Jonas interjected. 

Isak glared “that’s not my only move jackass.” 

“How about you go up to her and tell her-” 

“No Magnus” the boys said simultaneously. 

“Okay, Mahdi, you go and order us coffee.” 

Mahdi stared at him.

Isak stared back

Mahdi raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?” 

Isak smiled “that’s all there is to it.” 

Mahdi groaned, “I can’t believe i’m doing this” before standing up. 

Jonas clapped as Magnus cheered and Isak threw his head back laughing. 

“you all suck” Mahdi said before walking in to the cafe. 

“so how do you think he’s gonna do?” Jonas asked as soon as he walked inside. 

“terrible.” 

“he’s probably gonna pass out before he gets to the counter.” 

Jonas shook his head “you guys are horrible friends.” 

“hey it took me and Vilde like months to get together! How long did it take Evak?” he asked Isak. 

Isak thought about it. “well, we nearly kissed 3 weeks after we met…actually kissed a week after that but then we weren’t official until…like what a month? or actually maybe-

“We get it. It was complicated.” Jonas interrupted. Isak replied by sticking his tongue out at him. 

“real mature.” 

“so yeah it’s realistic for us to assume he will bomb out the first few times. It’s just how it is.” Magnus said wisely, shrugging at his insightful knowledge. 

Finally after ten minutes Mahdi walked out with a plate of Waffles. 

“So how did it go? Isak asked, just as Mahdi shoved half a waffle in his mouth. 

“Oh! Good. We’re going out on friday.” he mumbled through the mouthful of waffle. 

Magnus’s chin nearly hit the ground “you got…you got a date?” 

Mahdi nodded confused “wasn’t that the plan?” 

Isak grinned “nice one Mahdi.” 

Jonas high-fived him. 

Magnus was still in shock. “but…but….it’s supposed to- you were meant to- what about bombing out?” 

the boys laughed. 

“oh and she gave me free waffles!” Mahdi said proudly, staring at the plate with heart eyes. 

“she’s definitely a keeper.”  Isak nodded in approval. 

“see Mahdi you should appreciate us. Look, our plan work.” 

“your plan sucked” he replied. 

Isak nodded “yeah it did.” 

Jonas rolled his eyes. “Shut up and lets take a photo to commemorate this moment.” 

the boys all huddled together. Jonas struggled with his phone “do i…do I stand here, or should it.”

Magnus pointed at the screen, “maybe if you flip it” 

“but then we won’t be able to see what we look like” Isak stated. 

“Will someone just press the button?” Mahdi said. 

“I think i’m pressing” 

“wait you’re pressing?” 

“Yeah i’m not sure but - oh shit it’s taking photos” 

“it’s taking photos?” 

“oh fuck it was on burst mode.” 

the boys looked through the photos together. 

“Yeah that looks about right.” Isak said 

the boys agreed in unison. 

“Who wants to go get pizza? I promised Even if he studied for his math exam I would bring him home some.” 

The boys all stared at him in surprise.

“What?” Isak asked. “What the fuck did you think I meant?” 

Mahdi shook his head “nothing.” 

“oh yeah nothing I totally thought you meant bribing him with food” Jonas said as they all began walking off. 

“What?’ Magnus asked finally catching on to the conversation 

“OH I thought you meant sex.” he shouted, earning a punch in the arm from Isak. 

Fair warning: I’m about to go on a rant about The Hug™

There’s something so perfect about it. How Tobin had little to no involvement in that goal yet she’s the first one there. Kelley and Lynn and the rest of the girls are a few yards away, Christen almost has no choice but to celebrate with her first. Almost like a “might as well” kind of thing. But somehow it still seems so purposeful how Chris just knows to bring her arms up and wrap them around Tobin’s neck. Like they’ve assumed this position many times before. How right before that there’s a subtle glance towards Tobin’s lips to know what she’s saying because it’s too loud in the stadium. It’s probably just something like a “YES CHRIS”, in the way that’s so uniquely Tobin with that oddly calm intensity, but still she’s smiling. She’s smiling even wider, (it makes her eyes crinkle even further) when she feels arms securely clasp around her, squeezing her, with enough force to spin both of them around. And it almost goes unnoticed how she exhales, almost like a squeal even if we can’t hear it, as she hangs on while Tobin steps into the hug. From the camera angles, it looks like Christen’s really going for it. Tobin doesn’t even look like she was putting any effort or energy into the hug. But you see it, in the way that Christen tightens her grip until their cheeks are flush against each other, that Tobin’s just as into the hug as Christen is. And when they turn around, we see her. She looks smothered, but she’s smiling, too.

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The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.

Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs

Word Count: 5482

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