kiss you for hours

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not once, but TWICE!! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

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A love like that starts with a simple hello, it always does. You’ve never seen this person before, but before you’ve realized anything– you two are already a thing. Maybe she laughs too loud, maybe he’s got a potty mouth– but beneath the loud laughter, she’s a calm and gentle person, she loves to hug people, she loves to hug you. Under all of his vulgarities, he had the sweetest pair of lips, he knew the right words to say, he always made you feel safe. Maybe you’re into writing love letters, maybe you’re into love making– whatever it is, with whoever it is, it’s always sweet, there’s a hint of roughness, but it’s only ever to spice things up. Kissing means you’ve been at it for hours, you never want it to end at that point. Saying goodbye is the hardest, when’s the next time I’ll see you? I can’t get enough of you. You wanna know the saddest thing about a love like that? It always ends with a goodbye, I can only pray that the movies and books were right, this time… I will only have hello to say to you. I never want to say goodbye.
—  The hello
I still cry at A Study in Pink when this happens:
  • Sherlock: if you'd been murdered, in your very last few seconds what would you say?
  • John: Please God let me live.
  • Sherlock: Oh use your imagination!
  • John: I don't have to.

On any given day,
I’d rather cuddle and kiss,
Than fuck pointlessly.

Hold you in my arms for hours,
Rather than have your lips on mine,
For only a minute.

I’d rather,
Love you for a lifetime from afar,
Than never have met you,
At all.

You deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning. You deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream at 3am. You deserve honesty everyday and to be kissed every hour. You deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are.
—  Unknown
Pros and Cons of dating me
  • Pros:
  • •you get someone completely dedicated to you
  • •no risk of being cheated on if you have my heart because no one else interests me
  • •cuddles and hugs whenever possible
  • •free food and drinks
  • •random neck kisses and hand holding
  • •will listen to you talk for hours
  • •tries to avoid pressuring you into things or doing things you don't like
  • Cons:
  • •having to talk to my mom if you want me at your house
  • •dealing with my crippling anxieties and depression
  • •my insecurities never go away and you're stuck trying to lessen them anyways
  • •having to deal with my insane level of clinginess
  • •i'm an idiot
  • •i can't cope with things very well
  • •i'll end up forcing you into things without realizing and hating myself for the rest of my life
  • •i cry way too easily
  • •i don't let go
  • •i'm a piece of rubbish
  • •there are no real pros to dating me
  • •why are you still reading this
  • •i'm really sorry
Rehearsals (requested)

“I’ll be back in about an hour hun” Shawn says, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

“Okay” You smile, trying to hide a yawn. Shawn had only just started his American leg of the tour, so jet lag was still killing you slowly. “Have fun.”

He smiles at you and gets off the bus, instantly hearing screams coming from outside. You smile slightly, thinking about the love his fans have for him, before getting up and heading towards your suitcase. As you walk down the bus, you notice Shawn’s VANS hoodie hanging from his bunk, and you give up on the idea of getting your own, and decide on wearing his instead. You slide it over your head, and yawn once more, deciding that the idea of a nap sounded very inviting.

Walking back through the empty bus, you lay down on the small sofa and close your eyes, only to hear fans outside talking. You don’t mind, as they weren’t being rowdy, just supportive of Shawn. You grab your phone and press shuffle on illuminate, listening to it through your earphones. Sighing contently, you feel yourself drift off to sleep.

It’s not too long before Shawn arrives back at the bus, alone. He walks in and notices you curled up, fast asleep on the sofa. He smiles widely, admiring you’re cuteness, before kneeling in front of you.

“Y/N?” He whispers, placing his hand gently on your hair. You stir slightly, seeing Shawn in front of you. You sit up, immediately rambling words of apology about how you were going to wake up before he got back. “Hey, hey, it’s alright” he smiles, “I didn’t want to wake you, but the others are on their way back, and I would have carried you to my bunk, but this bus is just way to small.”

You laugh slightly at his remark, getting up and taking his hand. He leads you through into his bunk and you get in. He follows behind and the two of you lay together in the small space. You rest your head on Shawn’s chest and close you’re eyes, listening to his steady heart beat.
“How were rehearsals?” You ask, but before you hear the answer you’re already asleep. Shawn notices this, and smiles to himself, before pulling you closer into his arms and kissing your forehead.

*requests are currently closed, however I read this one and instantly fell in love with the idea! sorry to anyone who has requested, however they are closed as I said before :) hope you enjoyed x

Distraction

Originally posted by stunning-i

Request: Hi! I know you just did a Fred Weasley x reader request, but if you wouldn’t mind, could you do one where the reader gets in trouble for kissing Fred in the halls before class, and has to go to detention with Umbridge and use her quill to write how they “won’t distract other students before class.” (Or something.) And after, Fred finds out and gets really upset but also super protective. If you can that would be awesome! Your work is amazing!


“What class are you heading to?” Fred asked, his hand intertwined with yours. 
“Umbridge,” you say with a sigh. 
You got to the outside of the door. Fred turned to face you. “I’m sorry, love, it’s only an hour though.” Fred leaned down to kiss you. 
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you, I’ll see you after class.” 

You walked into class to see Umbridge staring at you. You sat down beside your friend (your friend’s name) and continued glancing at the glaring woman. 
“What’s her deal?” you ask. Your friend just shrugged. 

You get through the lesson, but continue to get death glares shot at you. The bell rings for class to dismiss, but Umbridge catches you by the arm. 
“Yes, Professor?” you ask. 
“I saw you and Mr. Weasley in the hallway.” She pursed her lips. 
“And?” you ask. 
“I’m putting you in detention. When’s your last class?”
“Right now, Miss,” you say, annoyance filling your entire body. 
“Come into my office, then.” You follow the toad of a woman into her office, which was filled with cat pictures. 

You rolled your eyes and sat in a small desk. “You’re going to write some lines for me. Write: I will not distract other students before class.” 
“How many times?” you asked, staring at Umbridge. 
She smiled. “Until it sticks.” 

You picked up the quill, finding no pot of ink at the table. “Do you want to give me some ink or just write with my blood and spit?” 
She laughed. “You won’t require ink.” 

You began writing your lines and felt an irritation at your hand. You wrote about five lines before glancing at your hand. The words you had just wrote were carved in, blood dripping out of the wound and onto the table, before scabbing up once more. You continued writing, the pool of blood growing larger. The blood drips on your skirt and you feel the warm liquid on your thigh. You are covered in your own blood and that’s the last straw. 
“I believe that it’s stuck,” you say, motioning to the blood oozing out of your hand. 
“You may go now, (your name). Don’t let it happen again.” 

You walk out and storm back to your common room, trying to escape the stares. You were coated in blood. You made it to the (your house name) common room and ran to your dorm. You stripped off the soaked clothes and threw them on the floor, jinxing the blood off. 

You changed into leggings and your Weasley sweater. You walk out of your dorm and set off to find Fred. You find him running around the hallway on the second floor. You run to him and throw your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. 
“(y/n) what’s wrong?” Fred asked rubbing your back. 
“I really do not want to talk about it.” You were seething and Fred getting overprotective would not help your case. 

The two of you head to the Room of Requirement. This is where you always went when you needed to talk or just get away from people. You walked into a room set up like a living room. Fred sat down on the couch and you laid down across him. Fred had the habit of playing with your hands. When he reached for your left hand, you jerked it away. 
“(y/n), can I please see your hand.” You knew he wouldn’t give in so you gave in. 

You sat up and reached your hand up to him. He grabbed it and read the writing. “Who made you do this? Was it Umbridge?”
You nod. “We have to go to McGonagall. This is abuse.”
He stands up, grabs your right hand, and the two of you walk to McGonagall’s office. 
“Professor, we need to talk, it’s very important,” Fred begs. 
McGonagall motions the two of you inside her room and lets us sit on the couch. 

Fred explains the situation and you show your hand, the words etched into your skin. 
“This is unacceptable,” she says, horror filling her face. 
“I hate her,” Fred says. “No one should have to go through that, especially not you.” He grabs your good hand and you lean against him. 

The next day is hectic and unexpected. McGonagall calls Umbridge out on her torturous discipline and almost gets fired for it. You go through your second day of detention and find yourself crying in Fred’s arms directly after. 
“We could run away. Start the joke shop. You could be our brains!” Fred said, holding you close. 
You laughed. “You sure don’t have any for yourselves.” 
“We could do it tomorrow. Make a big show if it,” Fred suggested. 


“Give her hell from us, Peeves!” Fred yelled as the three of you flew out of the Hogwarts castle. You show up at The Burrow, unexpected and unannounced. Mrs. Weasley is surprised to say the least. 
“Did you get expelled?” she yells. “What are you doing here?” 
“No, Mum, it’s not like that-” George starts. 
“Oh (y/n), they dragged you into this?” Mrs. Weasley questioned.

“Can we sit down?” you asked. Together, you and the boys explained the whole situation. Mrs. Weasley was infuriated by the end of our discussion. She stormed off and George followed, leaving you and Fred alone. 

“Have I told you I love you recently?” Fred asked. 
You wrapped your arms around him. “Not recently, no.” You smiled up at him. 
“I love you.”
“I know.”

anonymous asked:

Oh my god I don't CARE if we're only "1 minute passed closed", we are STILL CLOSED and I will apologize and give you our hours for tomorrow and invite you back then but I WILL NOT kiss your entitled ass when you throw a fit about it. Our hours are clearly posted on the door and on our website, whose fault is this, really?

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I’m editing and had to pause cause I couldn’t stop smiling. Magnus seriously can’t believe this is happening, he has his eyes open till the last second cause he’s taking it all in. And then alec after he goes in for the second kiss just relaxes into it like ‘yes this is right’. Idk man I just got really emotional for a moment there.

Dating Brooke Soso would include

-She loves cuddling

-Then proceeding to making out

-Short kisses whenever she sees you

-Hugging her from behind

-And kissing her shoulder

-Giggling

-Talking for hours on end

-She likes to play fight and tickle

-Listening to her whenever she talks about deep things

-Always being there for her

-And having her back

-She always inspires you

-She convinces you to do weird things that you actually end up loving

-Mostly because its an excuse to spend time with her

-Always making each other laugh

-Supporting her and all of her dreams

-Facing each other when you sleep and she huddles into your body

-The two of you are so cheesy together

-Playing with each others hair

-Helping her feel like she’s surviving and not just existing

-Helping her relieve all her stresses

-Always keeping a hand on each other

-Kinda big on PDA because you’re so in love you just dont care if anyone sees you

Originally posted by orangeskins