pretty pleased with how this one turned out

Tater? Didn’t know he was bi until he met Ransom

just, listen to me. I figured out I was bi when I caught myself staring at my oldest friend’s cleavage. Like, I was 17. Sometimes you don’t figure out you’re bi, because, you know, heteronormativity and all that, you tell yourself, I like the opposite gender and this fascination for my own gender are friendships/admiration/whatever.

So bi Tater who never even thought he was bi until that Haus party where he met Jack’s old team, and, well, he knew how to appreciate beauty in all its forms but, no one was pretty like Ransom. NO ONE. Tater just couldn’t stop staring.

At one point in the evening, he grabs Jack by the arm, eyes lost.

‘Zimmbonni. You made coming out to us last month, yes?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Now is my turn. This is me coming out. To you.’

‘Oh? Oh! It’s great, Tater, thank you for-’

‘I have known for last five minutes.’

‘…Really?’

‘Yes. Your friend Ransom too pretty. I not straight anymore.’

‘…It doesn’t really work like that-’

‘Too pretty for me to stay straight.’

Happy 17 Million Subs, Markiplier!

Happy 17 Million Subs, Markiplier!

@markiplier

Sorry for the late post. I wanted to post it when we hit 17 mil, but you know I’m shy about my art and also I slaved over this for two days please be gentle

This was a pretty fun one to work on. My health is the same as always, so straight lines are absolutely still not a thing I can do, but I’ve been trying to embrace the messier aesthetic and I’m really quite pleased with how these turned out. 

I know it still leaves a lot to be desired, but comparing it to similar things I have done in the past, like the 7 Million Sub art (which also has a dog) or the unholy mess that was the 8 Million Sub art (which I’m trying to give myself a pass on since I was at the hospital that day, but c’mon guys, that was bad) I am definitely improving. 

If you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll notice that my art and myself dropped right off the face of the planet for a year, almost two. I had no confidence in myself or in my work, and I let that take me away from what I love to do. It was Mark who brought me back into it. As I mentioned in this post, a lot of things changed for me after I watched the video where Mark talks about how he is excited for failure, because it helps him to grow. Directly after that, simply because one of my roommates put it in the queue on the Chromecast, I watched Mark’s Draw My Life. Although our circumstances are very different, I saw myself in him. I saw myself in the lost person who switched college majors all the time and didn’t know what he wanted. As weird as it sounds, that gave me some hope, which is something I desperately needed. If he can pull himself out, why can’t I?

So here’s the truth: I am in school for advertising, but what I really want is to be a writer. It’s my dream, and my passion is art. I quit both for a very long time, because I couldn’t accept the fact that my illnesses are chronic. I couldn’t accept that I will never “get better”, and that made me stop trying, because why live a broken life, anyway? But just because I’m fractured doesn’t mean I have no value. My brain thinks some terribly sad things, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t write beautiful ones. My hands may be unable to draw straight lines, but that doesn’t mean they can’t draw pretty ones. 

So thanks for helping me learn that, Mark. I know you’ll never see this, of course. I’m not delusional. But I’d much rather have a thank-you unheard than a thank-you unsaid, y’know?

So thank you. 

Because of you, I’m trying again.

~*~

As always, you can find these pieces of art on my Redbubble here. (x) (x) (x)

If you made it this far, thank you for reading my ramble. I know it’s irrelevant to you guys, but it helps knowing that I might not just be shouting into the void.

This one’s dedicated to the wonderful aureatecas for her constant support and selfless nature. 
First time working with a tablet, and I’m pretty pleased with how this one turned out; thank you to the sweetheart who is dustyjournal, for helping me to find a software I like working with. & whilst I'm here, I'm going to draw your attention to dear-misha, a blog run by the lovely Sarah, with the aim to send a little kindness in Misha’s direction. Be sure to check it out, it’s a lovely thing. #welovemisha

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{REPOSTING BECAUSE YOONGI’S IS NEW AND IMPROVED - THE PREVIOUS HYPNOS ONE WAS A LIL WASHED OUT SO YEAH - ENJOY}

BTS as Greek Gods/Goddesses Aes/Moodboards.

Kim Seokjin ~ Hera

Min Yoongi ~ Hypnos

Jung Hoseok ~ Apollo

Kim Namjoon ~ Poseidon

Park Jimin ~ Ares

Kim Taehyung ~ Dionysus

Jeon Jungkook ~ Artemis

{Created by Kyra Hanson (legit-min-yoongi-trash-tho) Please Do Not Steal}

{Made these a little while ago but putting them up now. Pretty happy with how they turned out, lemme know what you think. Requests; open.}

Little Do You Know: 2

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader 

Story Summary: Soulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay? 

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of drugs, i think that’s it.

A/N:`I hope you all enjoy this part, though it is a bit of a slow burn. I’m pretty happy with how these first two parts have turned out, so if you guys like this, maybe I’ll work on a third part. (:


I have to go.”


As you moved out of his hold, one of the tears you’d been harboring slipping out, falling down your cheek as you turned towards the exit again. “Wait, please.. Don’t.” He pleaded, following you, gripping your hand to keep you from leaving when you got too close to the door.

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Soulmate AU (Woozi)

Fluff, but not quite the happy-go-lucky kind. At the age of 17, a tracker appears on your inner wrist, showing the distance between you and your soulmate. For many it’s an enjoyable adventure to find their soulmate, but for Lee Jihoon it’s only a source of uneasiness to see that the distance shown on his wrist continues decreasing.

A/N: … I’m pretty sure this was requested as fluff and this is not perfectly fluffy bUT this is how it turned out and I hope you all like it! and as you can see from the note below, I can’t seem to write anything short these days.

» If you’re using the tumblr app and can’t see the scenario, which is under a “keep reading”, please try opening the post in your phone’s internet browser (or a computer)! 💕

» 4,601 words


“Look, like I’ve told you, I don’t want to find my soulmate.”

Soonyoung looked at one of his closest friends, Jihoon, with wide eyes, and the others in their group could see him become smaller at Jihoon’s outburst.

“W-why not? Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be with the person you’re destined to be with?” Soonyoung asked, stuttering a little; for someone so harmless-looking, Jihoon had quite likely the scariest aura he had ever encountered when he was upset.

Everyone aimed their expectant eyes to Jihoon, who merely shrugged, visibly annoyed. “I have better things to do. If I meet them, I suppose I’ll take it, but I’m not fond of finding them.”

At that, Joshua pouted a little. “Doesn’t it mean anything that it’s highly likely that there’s someone out there, searching for no one but you?”

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Tuesday Recommendations

The fics listed below can be old or fairly new, so this has no timeline. Neither an order of preference. It’s just a bunch of stories I loved and I’d like to share with you.


Steve Rogers

  • Hold on For Me by @poorcap - It broke my heart and then fixed it, but it was so damn good, guys.
  • Shape of You by @gruzovoy-vagon - I literally felt tingles in my lady parts, it’s like Steve was really there. Hot, hot, hot! Please, listen to the song for maximum effect!
  • Hands on The Wheel by @angryschnauzer - Dammit, this one was so good because I’d literally act like that next to this man… and then do the exact same thing. Probably why I love it so much and the ending is hilarious! Please, read this one.
  • Steve’s Little Insecurity by @mllx-anazra - Dying of cuteness and fluff, this is so beatufiul! My Stevie I love so much.
  • Photograph by @callingmrsbarnes - Fluffy smut, honeymoon and Steve Rogers, why would you want more?
  • Captain by @callingmrsbarnes - Oh, my God. Dom!Steve, I’m all for that, but this one is amazing, perfect even. Everything. Everything about it is pure sin. Literally had to take a cold shower. The writing is perfect.

Chris Evans

  • Nightly Routine by @theycallmebecca - Short and pretty light in the smut, yet really nice and hot.
  • Manners by @poorcap - Words cannot explain how much I love Aly’s writing and this blog is one of my favorites out there. Please, check out her Masterlist and enjoy!
  • I Knew A Woman by @the-violent-peach - Wow. Bow down. So beautifully written, it’s gold… it’s gorgeous. This is pure art. I really, really want you to read this one!
  • Picture This by @ariallane - Aaaah, what girl never thought about being a photographer and work with the hottest sweethearts in the planet. Like seriously. Read this, it’s so cool and another major turn on in this fic… DA FAMOUS RED BELT! Also, go read the Snowed In mini series, worth it!
  • Satisfied by @rookbcdhi - Discovered it on AO3 and finally found it on Tumblr after four months! Read and you’ll probably understand why I didn’t give up.

anonymous asked:

Can you do junkrat, mccree, Hanzo & genji with an s/o who can't swim and is scare to start trying? Can you do hc please?

Junkrat

  • Would totally understand if you told him
  • For one, he hates swimming
  • Gets rid of that protective outer layer of grime he has going
  • But he does know how, as Roadhog does feel it a necessity for him to know
  • There are the rarest occasions when he actually WANTS to swim
  • Usually those are on the hottest possible days
  • One time he and Roadhog take you to a lake to cool down, at a private section
  • When you decline getting into the water, Junkrat thinks your just being shy
  • Sooooooo he throws you in
  • When you scream and start floundering, Roadhog just kind of face palms at Junkrats stupidity as Jamison realizes his mistake
  • Diving in, Junkrat catches you around the waist
  • “Darl’, you gotta breathe. Stop that movin’ an’ just hold on to me,” Junkrat said, holding you in one arm while the other moves in the water and keeps you afloat 
  • You can’t fully hear him, terror gripping you as you struggle
  • “y/n!” Junkrat yells, catching your attention. Immediately his voice gentles. “Stop yer squirmin’. Wrap yer arms around me neck, darl’, and just kick at the water gently, okay? I got ye, i promise.”
  • Wrapping your arms around his neck, you try and do as he says. You can feel his legs moving in the water and try to time your strokes with his
  • With you now calm, though shaking, Junkrat starts to paddle over to the shallow end of the small beach, past the dock he’d thrown you off of.
  • “I’m sorry, Darl’. Didn’t realize you didn’t know ‘ow to swim, or i’d ‘ave tried not to throw you in the water…” Junkrat said sheepishly, holding you. “But now that yer in ‘ere, why don’t you let me teach you?”
  • Considering you were already in the water, you finally nodded and bit your lip. “Okay,” you mumbled, a bit embarrassed by your reaction in the water, especially considering your now floating a bit in the water by yourself
  • Junkrat just gives you a kiss on the head. “you’ll be an expert in no time!” he says with a crazy grin.

McCree

  • Isn’t much or a swimmer either, to be honest
  • If he didn’t have Ana to push him to do something like learn how to swim, he might not have
  • It was more of a necessity for Overwatch to know how to swim in case of any situations that can occur
  • So when he hears you can’t swim, he offers immediately to help you learn
  • For you, its rather embarrassing that you don’t know how to swim as a grown up
  • It had just never come around. You’d once been in a pool with floaties on but that is the most of your knowledge
  • So you avoided it, until that moment where McCree tricked you into going to a pool with him
  • He held up a bag with swims suites, towels and sunlotion
  • Immediately you swallowed hard and tried to walk away
  • Immediately he was in front of you, fingers lacing with yours
  • “Darlin’, I know your not a fan of the water,” he said gently. “And i know you think its embarrassing to have to learn as an adult but..it really isn’t. Its good to learn new things and like Ana had said, if anything ever happens-”
  • “Then I’ll drown,” you said simply, a spark of fear in you. You really did not want to drown.
  • McCree took of his hat and scratched his head briefly. “Thats kind of the point of learning this. You don’t have to drown, sweetheart. I know your a bit afraid but…please, let me try and teach you?” McCree asked gently, taking your hand.
  • You looked at the pool, the sun shimmering on the surface. You did not want to swim.
  • But right now McCree was giving you that puppy look that he gave only when he wanted something really badly
  • And for a cowboy, his puppy look was pretty damn cute
  • “Fine,” you muttered in defeat, and looked away when he grinned. “But only on one condition.”
  • McCree looked pretty pleased with himself. “Okay, name anything.”
  • Sighing, you turned and hugged his chest. “Its my turn to choose the movie tonight.”
  • A warm laugh rang out and he stroked the hair from your face. “Deal,” he said, and the rest of the afternoon was spent with him teaching you how to swim.

Hanzo

  • Is surprised to learn you don’t know how to swim
  • And of course, you aren’t the one who told him
  • So now he’s curious. Subtly he tried to bring up swimming, to see if you actually know how to or not
  • Either way you manage to avoid telling him about your fear of swimming
  • Hanzo is one of those people who feel like swimming is a bit of a basic life skill that everyone should know
  • Finally he challenges you, asking if you want to go to the beach with him
  • Brazenly, you agree. After all, going to the beach didn’t mean you had to swim
  • When the two of you arrive, Hanzo insists on swimming first. You just say you’d rather go make a sandcastle. Later, you’d rather go find shells. After that, your hungry.
  • Hanzo frowns, noticing your avoiding the water. In fact, you won’t even get close to it.
  • “Y/n,” he says finally, the curiosity killing him. “You do know how to swim, right?”
  • “Yes!” you lied, feeling a bit defensive. You didn’t want to tell him. It was embarrassing to you and you didn’t want Hanzo to judge you.
  • Looking skeptical, Hanzo crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Okay. Then why don’t we go look for starfish? Over in the shallow water?” he suggests, eyeing you. Swallowing, you didn’t want to give in. So you agreed.
  • The two of you headed for the water. You stepped in to your ankles, and it was fine. To your calves, it was fine. To your knees…
  • Hanzo watched you start getting nervous, saw the light tremor in you. He noticed when you wouldn’t go beyond your knees, and he finally decided that you couldn’t swim. And honestly, he felt kind of guilty for pressuring you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.
  • “y/n…I’m sorry, “Hanzo said finally, coming over and taking your hand. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. I know you can’t swim and I can see there might be a little more to it. Will you forgive me?” he asked gently.
  • Looking up at him, you were surprised that there was no judgement or ridicule in his eyes
  • Face flushing, you took a deep breath. “Of course. I’m…I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. I..I wish I knew how to swim but honestly…it scares me a little,” you admitted, sliding your arms around his waist.
  • It made him feel guiltier then he had moments ago. “Do…do you wish me to teach you?” Hanzo carefully suggested. He wouldn’t force you. He was prepared to spend the rest of the day on the beach, looking for shells and enjoying your company where you were comfortable.
  • You’d never really thought about letting anyone teach you. “…Okay,” you said determinedly, to both of your surprise. The rest of the day was spent with him giving you lessons, and kisses, and eventually the two of you did find the starfish you were looking for.

Genji

  • Genji did not have to find out by another means
  • Nor did he have to trick you or dump you in the water like others
  • You loved and trusted Genji,  a person who sometimes was just as hesitant as you
  • One day you had gone up and asked to speak with him
  • You’d told him of your fear of swimming. You’d had a bit of an accident in your childhood that had made swimming scary
  • But everyone else was getting excited about going for a beach day and you wanted to be able to hang out and swim with everyone else…
  • So…you asked Genji if he’d be willing to teach you how to swim
  • It had surprised him, mostly that you felt he was the person to ask
  • But it also made him extremely happy
  • The two of you went early one day to a private pool for the two of you to learn in. Genji was the first of you both to get in, without his mask and wearing as little of his suit as he could.
  • It was cute because he was even wearing swim trunks
  • “It is your turn, my love,” Genji said, voice full of affection as he swam over and held out his hands to you
  • Now that you were in front of the water, the fear was much more prominent and you found you couldn’t move, your eyes locked on the water
  • Genji noticed how you seemed frozen in fear and after a moment, he reached out and took your hand
  • The feeling of his wet hand surprised you and quickly you started to pull back, but he didn’t let go.
  • “Just wait a moment. Please. Here, try sitting down. Put your toes in the water only,” Genji suggested, watching you with gentle eyes. “You know I will not let anything happen to you, y/n.”
  • For a moment you did nothing, but finally you listened and sat. Putting your feet out ahead, you dipped your toes in the water.
  • “Now scooch closer. Slowly. Just put a bit of your legs in at a time,” Genji said gently, and you listened. You stopped every moment you felt uncomfortable, but managed to push yourself to put a bit more in, till finally…the water was to your thighs and your legs dangled in it.
  • “I’m such a baby,” you whispered glumly, feeling a bit down about this. This had taken 45 minutes by itself.
  • Shaking his head, Genji came over and moved between your legs, arms wrapping around you. “You are not a baby. I think you are very brave,” he said, before pulling you in.
  • A scream left you and you clutched him, practically sitting on his chest with your legs around his back. It was fine though, as Genji was holding you up so your upper body was still out.
  • “I’m going to slowly lower you, okay? I’ll be holding you the whole time. The water will only come to your neck,” Genji said gently, and after a moment you just stared at him. You realized how much patience he was showing you, and how sweet he was actually being.
  • “Genji…” you said after a moment, looking away.
  • “Yes?” he asked, looking up at you
  • Face pink, you stared at the water, unable to stay tense in his arms.
  • “Thank you.”
You don’t own me

Originally posted by baekoneggyeolk-ed

Summary: Danger is alluring. Danger is fascinating. And he sure as hell was a dangerous man. But you were more then willing to give yourself to him. Even though you had vowed to never let any man have you.

Word count: 2575 // It feels good too write a little longer stories from time to time

Warnings: This one is pretty soft but I plan the whole program. Violence, blood, death so be prepared ;) Oh and I may add a little smut in the future :D

Author’s note: So this is the annouced criminal/mafia-ish au! Not sure how it turns out. I want it angsty tbh but you gonna find it out while reading ;)  Never wrote something like this, so I’m really nervous. Please enjoy! ♥

Check out my masterlist ;)

Most recent release: Satisfied


You hiked the black lace-stockings over your knee and secured them with the strap. You eyed yourself in the mirror.

“This is beautiful! I gotta buy it!”, you annouced overly happy. The saleswoman nodded eagerly with a pleasent smile spread over her face.

“You look fabulous, darling! Do you want me to box it for you or will you just keep it on?”

“As much as I would love to wear it right now, I can’t. Please pack it in for me.” She nodded and left. You turned back to the mirror. It looked like it was tailored just for you like it was hugging your curves perfectly and underlining your feminine charms. You loved lingerie. It made you feel powerful. And you sure as hell needed that power because to work as an escort wasn’t always easy…

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In case you couldn’t tell from the obsessive yelling, I am thoroughly enjoying Dirk Gently. So heres an attempt to fit all the awesomeness into one giant picture. I think I mostly succeeded (although I missed out the Rowdies…and Pepe…and, well a lot honestly), but I’m pretty happy with it. Also have some bonus icons/close ups because I’m really happy with how these two dorks turned out.

To Die For || Sirius Black x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Hi! Could you pretty please do a young Sirius black imagine where the reader has been friends with the marauders since first year and he thinks he likes some new girl (as he does a new one every week) and everything but then he wins a long time bet with the reader and makes her snog severus. Only when he actually sees her flirting with him does he realize he actually loves her. Thank youuuu.]]

yayyyy, my first ever imagine for young!sirius black (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ I’m a little nervous about how this is going to turn out, but I’m determined to make this work!!

lmao and I just finished writing a peter parker requested imagine too hhhh I must be a sucker for pain (/ω\)

tags: @betty234

{{request status: got any remus/sirius imagines for me? Send them in right here!!}}

warnings: none, except for a slightly possessive sirius black.

word count: 2,000+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story! Reblogs are fine!!

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“For Merlin’s sake, you say that for just about any girl who is unlucky enough to capture your fancy!”

You (much to the self proclaimed Marauder’s delight) were having yet another argument with the playboy and heartthrob himself who went by the name of Sirius Black. While they were in the midst of eating, all three boys kept on looking over at you and Sirius.

Whereas your face was filled with an uncontained annoyance and fury, Sirius’ expression retained its natural and aloof expression, only letting out a tiny smile whenever your voice was raised an octave or two.

“But I’m being serious now [Name], Melinda is truly the one for me. Not only that, but her legs are to die for.” You roll your eyes at his daring (and sexual) words, not believing them one bit. “Again, you have practically said that with all of the girls that have attended Hogwarts thus far.”

You had been friends with the group of boys who made up the Marauder’s since first year, sharing all of your classes together with them when you ended up being sorted into Gryffindor as well. Seeing each of them as like a brother to you, you often liked to scold them for their mischievous behavior (not so much with Remus, since he seemed to be the only one with a lick of sense in the group).

You weren’t sure how you managed to stay close to these boys throughout the years, your friendship with each and every one of them lasting until well into your fifth year at Hogwarts. Despite how much they were a pain in your arse, you couldn’t deny that each and every one of them had a special place in your heart (even, you admit with a begrudging respect, Sirius Black himself).

“Come on, [Name], let Sirius have some fun. And why not believe him for once?” James was laughing while taking bites of his Yorkshire pudding, “I meang, ifs he shays dat he lurves her, dan her lurves her!”

You grimace and throw your napkin at James, “Swallow your food before you talk, Potter. Your table manners are atrocious.”

Your words causes a chuckle to go through Peter, “Wow, I didn’t think we would have a second mum when we got accepted into Hogwarts!”

Sirius lets out his own bellowing laugh, completely agreeing with the mouse-like boy, “Indeed! This is why [Name] can never catch a bloke for herself!”

Sirius’ offhanded comment makes you turn red with anger, making Remus slowly speak up when he responds, “Guys, knock it off. You all know that [Name] is just looking out for us.”

Despite Remus’ kind words, you were beyond pissed when you stood and pointed an accusing finger at Sirius, “Yeah? Well at least I know that when a man does fall for me, then I’d be able to keep him for more than a week!”

Sirius follows your lead and stands with you, “Is that a challenge I hear, love?”

“Don’t call me love and lump me in with the rest of the girls you’ve snogged.” You snarled at Sirius, feeling the anger coursing through your veins as the emotion changed your skin into a flushed color. “Take it however you want to take it, as long as you know that I’m right in the end.”

A smirk paints his handsome features when he places a hand beneath his chin, appearing deep in thought when he tells you, “Alright then, love, challenge accepted.”

Several whistles were heard coming from James and Peter while Remus just gave both you and Sirius a look of concern, “Sirius, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

You hold out a hand to Remus, “It’s okay Rem, I can handle whatever this arse throws at me.”

You watch as the smirk widens on Sirius’ face before he proudly declares, “If I can’t keep Melinda by my side for a full month, then you win and I have to do your every bidding for two months.”

You lift your eyebrows in question, already liking the prospect of this bet, “And if I end up losing by some slim chance?

Sirius flashes you one of his famous shit eating grin before answering you, “You have to go up to Severus Snape and snog him.”

You freeze at the thought of kissing the infamous Slytherin, feeling your back stiffen when you turn around and look at the table where Severus sat with Lily Evans.

Lily was talking animatedly about something as Severus merely nods at her, still picking at his mashed potatoes as James groaned at the sight of him, “I feel sorry for you, [Name]. Snape is so greasy, and- ugh! That fool has no right to be in the presence of Lily like that!”

“Shut up Potter, no one wants to hear about your pathetic crush on her.” You grit your teeth and look at Sirius, feeling your annoyance strengthen at the look of pure amusement in his grey eyes.

“Fine, it’s a deal. I accept this bet, but only because I know I’ll win!” You take Sirius’ hand and give it a shake, “After all, you’re not one to be the monogamous type, Black.”

His smirk simply widens at your proclamation, “We’ll see about that, love.”

{…}

You felt sick to your stomach at what was to come.

For the following weeks that made up the bet, you saw Melinda Evers falling deeper and deeper in love with Sirius. Throughout the Gryffindor halls, you would catch Sirius and the girl together, exchanging quick kisses while holding hands, seeming to be in a whole different world of their own when they were together.

How lovey-dovey they appeared was absolutely sickening to you-

And it was achingly clear that you lost the bet.

There relationship had lasted the entire month, which was what brought you to the Dining Hall as you searched for Severus Snape. While you were walking around the area, you could feel all of the Marauder’s eyes on your back, knowing that they were whispering triumphantly amongst one another.

“I can’t believe [Name] is going to do this!”

“I feel bad for her, but at the same time, this is pretty hilarious.”

You only heard James and Peter’s voice, wincing as their laughter seemed to get louder when you spotted Severus with Lily on the far end of the dining area.

Wiping the sweat from the palm of your hands, you clear your throat and shakily call out, “U-Uhm, Severus?”

Your voice catches the attention of Lily and Severus Snape, and upon seeing you reaching their table, Lily’s green eyes begin to flash with uncertainty, “[Name], what brings you here?”

You nervously twirl at the ends of your hair, “N-No reason at a-all. I-I was just w-wondering if I c-could have a minute alone with S-Severus?”

Lily’s reaction was automatic when she hangs on to his arm, “I don’t think you should-“

“It’s fine, Lily. I’ll be okay. Let her say whatever she needs to say and be done with it.” Severus interrupts her, making the redhead gaze at him with a look of concern, “W-well, if you’re okay with it…”

“I am.”

Taking his answer as all the confirmation she needed, Lily gives you a nod before gathering her books. Only when she leaves was when you were brave enough to sit down on the seat next to him. “Uhm, hello, s-so-“

“Did Potter put you up for this?” You felt your stomach twist with guilt as you shamefully looked away from him. “I…I-I’m sorry. It was just something…something they wanted me to do because I lost this stupid game…”

“And pray tell what they wanted now?” Severus faces you with his nostrils flared in absolute anger, “Did they know that I would never hit a girl? Is that why they sent you to me, just so that you could freely torture me and get away with it?!”

You shake your head and place a gentle hand on his cheek, earning a wince from him. Seeing his features clearly now, you realize that Severus could have the potential to be incredibly handsome if he knew how to properly take care of himself.

His hair was oily as it fell beneath his chin, further hindering his sharp appearance as his pale skin were dotted with various amounts of acne and acne scars. Your hands linger a bit on his damp cheek before sliding down to his lips, “Forgive me, Severus. Just let me do this one thing, as an apology and a wish for you to finally have some form of happiness in your life.”

Without another word, you close your eyes and lean in closer to him.

{…}

The Marauders had been keeping an eye on [Name] during her whole interaction with Snape, with Peter and James being the most vocal about it.

Remus could sense that something was amiss with Sirius when [Name] began touching Severus’s face. Being the only one who knew the truth behind Sirius’ bet with [Name], Remus gives his friend a nervous nudge, “Sirius, you have to stop [Name]. If you don’t want to lose her, you’ve got to act now and tell her the truth.”

Even though Remus had warned him, Sirius was much too prideful to stop himself from making that stupid bet with [Name]. All the girls he had dated and snogged had all been a ruse; all he wanted was to get that damn girl to finally look at him and see him as someone that was worthy of her love.

He just wanted to make her jealous; he didn’t think she would despise his lame attempts at making her jealous and take the words of his bet to heart.

So when Sirius saw the young girl he’s been pining for since first year lean even closer to Severus, he ignores his group of friends and begins striding toward her.

He’d be damned if he let Snape take away the girl who held his heart.

{…}

“You- what do you think you’re doing?!”

Your lips had just barely touched Severus when you were suddenly ripped away from him. With your head spinning, you were aware of how your back was suddenly pressed against a broad chest, making you look up in response. Finally seeing the person who held you, you gasp, realizing that Sirius was glaring down at Severus, “Sorry, looks like you’re out of luck. Find some other girl to snog, this princess is mine.”

“H-HEY! SINCE WHEN WAS I YOUR PRINCESS?! AND PUT ME DOWN!” Both boys ignore your outburst, and you heard Severus scoff before picking up his own books, “Fine. Take that wretched wench out of my sights and back to the hellhole that she came from.”

“OI, APOLOGIZE TO [NAME] THIS INSTANT!” You stop Sirius from lunging at Severus, keeping a hand on his chest when you shoved him away from the table, “Leave him alone! This is all your fault to begin with!”

You purposely block Sirius each time he wanted to grab Severus, giving him no choice but to admit defeat when he slumps over in defeat. Only when the young Slytherin disappears from your sight do you finally step away from Sirius. “Why do you have to be such an arse?”

“And why do you have to be so goddamn oblivious?” Sirius pulls you to his chest, making you look deeply into his eyes for a brief second before he pulls you with him. “Come with me.”

“Y-You jerk! Let go of me! Where’s Melinda??? I swear if you don’t- ah!” When Sirius breaks out into a run, you stopped your complaints as you tried to keep up with him without falling over.

Sirius Black, what the ever loving FUCK?!

{…}

When he reaches the Gryffindor’s commons area, the young man had stopped so suddenly that [Name] ended up landing on his back. He feels her added weight and smiles down at her, “Feeling comfortable?”

She glares at him (making him fall for her fiery personality even more) before pushing her body off of his back, “Don’t get so cocky, it was because you stopped so suddenly! Now tell me, what happened between you and Melinda?”

He shrugs before admitting, “She’s just a friend. I made her act like we were lovers for the duration of the month. In return for her doing this for me, I would set her up with Lucius Malfoy.”

Sirius swore that he would never get tired of the angry blush that always painted [Name’s] skin whenever she was particularly frustrated with him. “Are you kidding me?! Then that means-“

Unable to control himself, Sirius pulls the girl even closer to him, capturing her unsuspecting lips in a sweet kiss. He hears her involuntarily moan against him, the sound making him smile when he pulls away from her, “I was afraid that you were never going to catch on, so I had to do something in order to get you to see me as someone that wasn’t just a brother to you.”

[Name’s] eyes seemed to have a hazy (yet dreamlike) quality to them, making Sirius want to kiss her even more when he softly admits, “I adore how you aren’t afraid to speak your mind, that’s why I want you to belong to no one else but me. So what do you say?”

She closes her eyes as a wide smile paints her features. Stepping closer to him, [Name] wraps her arms around his back before placing a kiss against his chest, “You do know that this goes both ways, right? I’ll be yours, only under the condition that I be the only woman in your life from this point on.”

Sirius chuckles and frames her face with his hands, leaning in to kiss her forehead before reassuring her, “But of course. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, for your love is to die for.”

[end]

Originally posted by nellaey

love, love, love // liam dunbar

request : please please please write a Liam imagine taking place back at that scene when Hayden and Liam “made love” but instead of Hayden can you replace it with the reader? and it could be cute and stuff

word count: 1.5k

 You could tell by the disheartened way Liam was watching you slip on your- or rather, his- sweatshirt that he didn’t want you to leave just yet. It was nearing eleven o'clock at night, on a school night no less, and you probably should have been making your way home a half hour ago, but the persistent younger boy had encouraged you to stay just a little while longer. You had originally said that you’d stay for only ten more minutes, though that had quickly turned into an hour. 

  The plump pout of Liam’s lips when you walked over to his bed and swooped down to kiss him goodbye only further confirmed your suspicions. He didn’t even bother to kiss back, slumped against his headboard and glaring. You sighed as he began to insist you stay longer, as expected. “C’mon, pleeaaaseee stay over. Just a little longer, Y/N,” he clung to your hand, whining. “Pretty please, baby,” he batted his eyelashes at you. 

   You reluctantly shook out of his desperate grip, shaking your head. “Aw, Liam,  you know I would but your parents are gonna be home in a bit and my mom doesn’t want me out this late with school in the morning.” You leaned down again, a hand winding through Liam’s soft hair and down to his cheek, this time kissing the side of his face instead of his lips. Liam pulled you back down toward him, arms around your waist and his nose nuzzling your neck affectionately. “You- you’re, aw, stop, Liam! You’re making me not wanna leave,” you mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 

    “Good,” he muttered, planting a kiss on your mouth. “Don’t. You can stay, my parents won’t be home until after school tomorrow.” With that pleading, yet adoring, look in his eyes, he gazed at you. And you gave in. He knew you were sleeping over for the first time ever when you reached for your phone in your back pocket, a defeated sigh escaping your lips. 

   “I’ll text my mom and say I’m at Lydia’s.” An ecstatic smile gracing his ever handsome face, your boyfriend pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You couldn’t help but grin back at him. He had one of those infectious smiles. He didn’t smile like that too often, only on the rarest of occasions when with crowds of people. But every time he looked at you like that, you felt warm. Sometimes, the warmth was so overwhelming you had to look away. He was too bright. Looking at him smile was like looking at the sun, basking in its warmth, after not being able to feel it shine on your face for months. 

   “You’re doing your thinking face,” he said, tapping your nose. You shyly smiled back at him, nodding as you rolled off his lap and sat next to him on his bed. His hand looped around your waist. “Whatcha thinking ‘bout, pretty girl?” 

   Another smile exchanged between the both of you as you said, “You, of course. What else?”

   “Don’t make me blush.” He ducked his head, nose wrinkled with displeasure at the fact that his cheeks were now turning a quite lovely shade of pink. “I’m glad you’re thinking about me. I’m always thinking about you. You’ve been on my mind since the day we met and you haven’t left it since.” 

    His flirting skills had improved very much so, you had to admit it. You didn’t even have time to reply to his rather smooth comment. Liam was already tucking his hand behind your head and smoothing out the strands of your hair, pulling you toward him. His mouth on yours, soft in the way he kissed and the way they felt on yours. Liam, surprisingly enough, was very shy when it came to his relationship with you. Hesitant to kiss at first, to display affection in public, to hug you, to touch you. He was pretty nervous most of the time, but it had been much worse when he had first tried to ask you to be his girlfriend. You were the stunning, confident, intelligent, funny, kind, sweet, overall lovely older girl that Liam adored with all of his heart, even before you had reciprocated his feelings. 

   This was precisely the reason why you were just a bit startled when he deepened the kiss, his lips pressing harder and faster against yours and his hands easily gliding down your body until they rested firmly on your hips. Your lipgloss smeared against his mouth as he kissed more urgently, shifting you up onto his lap. His hands curved down your back as your hands slid up to his hair, soft as silk when you tugged at it. Pulling at his hair seemed to only excite him further, and you suddenly felt a light squeeze on your butt, one with enough pressure to cause you to buck your hips slightly. 

   Liam pulled away, swallowing down the light gasp he had almost let out at the feeling of you grinding up against him. Anything you did pretty much turned him on, but things like this made him practically die right there. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed shakily, staring up at this goddess on his lap and wondering how in the world he had gotten so lucky. “Baby, please, can- can we…” Not knowing how to approach this, he stopped, hoping you’d catch on. 

  And you did. Cupping his cheek, gazing into his loving blue eyes, you wanted it, too. “I’d be your first, wouldn’t I?” You asked him. He nodded, and for a moment, the thought that he was too inexperienced to love you properly crossed his mind. “Oh, my Liam. Are you sure you want it to be with me? I don’t want it to be a disappointment, less than you’ve been expecting-” he placed a finger over your lips. 

   “I’m sure,” he said softly. “I’ve never been so sure. I want my first time to be with someone I love, and you’re the one I love. I love you.” He kissed your forehand, your nose, the center of each cheek, the corner of your lips, your chin, your lips themselves. “Let me… let me make love to you. Hm? Please? Can we?” 

    “Okay,” you whispered to him, capturing his lips in a kiss once again and this time trying your damnedest not to let go. You had to though, in the moment where he was eagerly taking his sweatshirt off of you, exhaling at the breathtaking sight of you in just your bra and panties. And then he was kissing down your chest, your stomach, your inner thighs, all over your beautiful body. He planted kisses across your neck, scattering bruises along your collarbones, low enough so that no one would see them or know about them but the two of you. His head was spinning. He could barely think straight; his action no longer felt like his own anymore and he was strangely fine with it. His shirt was off soon enough, your hands running up and down his bare chest, and then he was on top of you, and everything was perfect. 


   You were curled up next to Liam with nothing but his long sweater on again, knees pulled up to your chest and one of your hands holding his as you began to drift off to sleep. Liam was staring up at his ceiling, his free hand resting over his heart, which was still beating incredibly fast. There was a stupid grin etched permanently onto his face, and he wasn’t sure it was going to come off anytime soon. He felt like he was glowing. There was an angel sleeping beside him, a girl who had set his heart ablaze and ignited every cell in his body. 

    He shook you awake, turning on the lamp and rolling on his side to gaze at you as you opened your eyes at him. “Y/N?” 

    “Yes, my love?” You mumbled, one side of your face smushed into the pillow. He took a breath. 

    “Is this real?” 

    “Is what real?” 

    “This,” he gestured between the two of you, “us, what we just did, everything, you and me, me and you. Is it real, or am I dreaming a really nice dream that’s going to kill me when I wake up in the morning and figure out it wasn’t real?” He seemed genuinely concerned, so you pecked him on the lips gently. 

   “We’re real,” you said. 

    “Kiss me again, just to prove it.” He tapped his lips expectantly, and you obliged. He paused. “Again?” You kissed him again. “One more time, pretty please?” You kissed him once more, before wrapping your arms around his waist and cuddling up against him, the words I love you slipping out of your mouth in an almost silent prayer. Love, love, love. It was the last thing on his mind when he finally went to sleep that night, and the first thing he thought of when he woke up that morning and saw that you were still sleeping soundly beside him. He had never felt so warm. 

Video Games - NaLu Week 2017

Summary: Hello! This is my one shot for the prompt “Video Games” for @nalu-week this year! Enjoy! <3

Pairing: NaLu (Natsu & Lucy)

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 2091


“Natsu, what are you doing?” Lucy asked, gently placing her bag on the desk whilst her dense friend casually tossed his on the floor.

“What does it look like?” Natsu answered, as if Lucy were the dense one, switching his TV on. “I’m playing a video game.”

“I came round after school so we could do our homework, not play games!” Lucy puffed her cheeks out. She should have expected this, really.

Despite being best friends, Natsu and Lucy had fairly opposite views on certain things; homework was most certainly one of them. Occasionally there would be a rare day where Natsu actually completed his homework with minimal help from Lucy, but most of the time it was Natsu rapidly texting Lucy the morning it was due asking for the answers.

It would definitely irritate anyone, but Lucy had been friends with Natsu long enough to always expect a text from him.

Considering how rare doing homework was for Natsu, Lucy was more than pleased when he invited her round his house after school to, as quoted by the man himself, “do homework or something.”.

Sure it was pretty vague, but just the sound of Natsu saying the word “homework” without a hint of disgust curling off his tongue had excited the blonde.

“C'mon, Luce.” Natsu turned to face her. “We’ve got loads of time. Just one game and then we’ll get to work.”

Lucy let out a heavy sigh, “The one time I actually think you invite me round specifically for homework…”

“Oh, lighten up!” Natsu grinned. “Come on, sit down and play.” He patted the vacant seat next to him.

Lucy, however, shook her head. “Nope. You can get on with that, whereas I have algebra problems to solve.” she planted herself behind Natsu on the table and chairs, taking the sheet of paper out of her bag.

“Ew.” Natsu’s lip curled upwards just by hearing any word related to maths.

Despite being a tad annoyed at her friend, Lucy couldn’t help but let a small smile play at her lips at Natsu’s disgusted sound.

———————————————

It had been around twenty minutes and Lucy had barely managed to complete the first question. She didn’t know for sure whether Natsu intentionally turned the TV up really loud and was being way too over enthusiastic about the game, but considering how well Lucy knew him, she was pretty certain it was no accident.

“Oh my god, Natsu!” Lucy threw her pen on the table in defeat, standing up abruptly.

“What?”

Lucy began making her way over and parked herself right next to her friend. “Considering you clearly want me to play that badly,” she picked up the other controller. “One game!”

Natsu’s eyes instantly lit up, grinning widely at his success. “Alright!”

Lucy hated herself slightly for giving in so easily, but there was no way she could sit back for the next hour doing nothing. It was either struggle with the homework, do nothing, or play video games, and Lucy chose video games.

“Okay, so you press that to switch weapons, that one to shoot and-” Natsu began instructing Lucy, until he was interrupted.

“I know how to play.” Lucy answered simply, fidgeting slightly in order to make herself more comfortable.

Natsu blinked in slight shock, but shrugged it off and pressed play.

To Natsu’s complete dismay, Lucy was incredibly skilled at video games, so much so that she’d gotten a killing streak and had won the first round.

“How..?” Natsu questioned out loud.

“We may have been friends for eight years now,” Lucy grinned triumphantly, “but there is still much you have yet to learn about me, Natsu.”

“No kidding.”

“You up for round two?” Lucy asked, completely disregarding her algebra homework in excitement to beat Natsu again.

“Sure, but you’re lucky streak is about to change. Just warning you.” Natsu smirked, focusing intently on the TV.

—————————-

Four rounds later and Lucy had won every single one, much to Natsu’s annoyance. Every round she won, Lucy would jump up proudly like a little kid, which would humour Natsu momentarily until he remembered he was just beaten.

Fed up of losing but not wanting to accept defeat, Natsu made an attempt to grab another game off the desk. However, Lucy’s keen eye quickly caught on.

“Scared of losing again?” Lucy smirked, leaning over so she could taunt Natsu more.

Natsu froze, one hand holding another game in the air and the other balancing himself on the sofa. He turned to face Lucy, who’s smug expression was not helping Natsu in the slightest. Natsu hated losing. It didn’t matter if it was a video game or his daily brawl with Gray in the cafeteria, he wouldn’t leave until he was victorious… or until the principal would drag them both to his office.

Slowly, Natsu began placing the game back down, Lucy’s eyes following his every move like a hawk. Picking up the controller again, Natsu let out a small breath of amusement, ready to take on another challenge.

“You are on, Heartfilia.”

——————————————

Needless to say Natsu’s confidence offered him no help in the slightest as Lucy continued to win every game. Although it was amusing seeing Lucy so excited and happy, it was also incredibly irritating.

Natsu had also quickly learnt that Lucy was the type of gamer to move with the controller, so if her player moved to the left, she would also move to the left. This completely limited Natsu’s choice of action, as not only would she continuously bump into him, she would do it chest first.

Lucy’s body moved just as much as her player, and it offered no assistance to Natsu’s already stressed state when Lucy was basically on top of him for half the game.

“I win for the… oh, how many rounds has it been now, Natsu?” Lucy grinned victoriously.

“Seven.”

“I win for the seventh time in a row!”

“It’s your fault I’m not winning!” Natsu protested.

“Why? Because I’m too good?” Lucy teased.

“No, because you keep climbing on top of me every round!” Natsu crossed his arms like a child. “It’s very distracting.”

Lucy had hardly noticed she’d been moving that much, and even if she had she never would have thought it would be a hindrance to her friend. However, a disadvantage to Natsu merely meant an advantage for her. Taking the new found information into consideration, Lucy took no hesitation in making the predicament more convenient on her half.

Starting another game without Natsu’s consent, Lucy was clearly already in the lead, catching him off guard.

“Hey!” Natsu called out, quickly grabbing his controller. “That’s playin’ dirty!”

“Really?” Lucy questioned, her eyes drifting from the TV to Natsu. “Is this playing dirty as well?” She began leaning over, even if her player wasn’t, so she could edge closer to Natsu.

“Yes.” Natsu stated simply just as Lucy’s shoulder touched his, although his eyes refused to leave the screen.

“How about this?” Lucy leant closer towards Natsu, however this time she manoeuvred herself so instead her chest pressed up against his arm.

Natsu gulped, though not hard enough for Lucy to have noticed.

Taking his silence as a yes, Lucy smirked and shuffled closer so their legs were touching whilst her chest was still closely pressed against his arm.

“Luce, what’re you doing?” Natsu finally spoke.

“Being distracting,” Lucy put it simply, trying to meet Natsu’s careful gaze. “Is it working?”

Realising the game she was trying to play, Natsu made an attempt to shrug Lucy off of him.

“Nope.” he answered, crossing his arms defiantly.

Lucy, however, only took this as another challenge much like the video game they were playing, and she was not about to lose. Deciding to go a step further, the blonde lifted a leg up and draped it over Natsu’s lap.

“How about now?”

Natsu shook his head, still refusing to meet her gaze.

Lucy lifted her other leg on his lap.

“Surely now?” she teased.

Natsu shook his head again. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that.”

Grinning, Lucy accepted the challenge and hoisted her entire body onto Natsu so she was sitting on him; this made it almost impossible for Natsu to avoid eye contact now.

“Keep trying, Heartfilia.” Natsu said, smiling slightly.

Lucy’s eyes widened slightly, stunned Natsu was reacting so calmly considering she was basically straddling and seducing her best friend. Instead of letting it show, though, the blonde inched her face closer towards Natsu’s until she could feel his breath on her.

“Am I distracting you, Natsu?” Lucy whispered.

Natsu’s expression remained the same, his lips curling upwards into a small smirk. “Not yet.”

Lucy grew slightly irritated that Natsu wasn’t giving in easily, but in his defence he was merely making the game more fun especially on Lucy’s part. Her eyes stayed locked on Natsu’s as Lucy inched even closer so now their foreheads were touching. Figuring that wouldn’t do the trick, Lucy’s lips brushed Natsu’s nose ever so slightly.

Natsu flinched at the sudden touch, and Lucy smirked triumphantly.

“Is this distracting?”

“…No.” Natsu answered, though his voice shook, revealing to Lucy that she was winning.

“How about this?” Lucy barely whispered as her lips travelled to his cheek, planting a kiss there and slowly moving to his lips.

Her lips lingered centimetres from Natsu’s for quite some time, just so Lucy could wait to claim victory. Every now and then she would move her lips forward ever so slightly, then retract them again.

“How about now, Natsu?” Lucy’s breath was warm on his face. “Surely this is distracting?”

“Yes.”

That was the only word Natsu spoke before pressing his lips against Lucy’s. It came as a shock to the blonde, causing the pair to stumble back slightly, until she fell in to the kiss and closed her eyes. Natsu’s hands wrapped around Lucy’s hips, pulling her closer whilst her fingers entangled themselves in his pink locks.

Lucy had surprised herself. Never would she have thought that she had the capability to seduce someone, especially her best friend. She’d never really considered having feelings for Natsu, but any coherent thoughts had drifted far from her mind as the pair fell deeper into the kiss and each other.

Allowing a small moan to escape her lips, Lucy pushed herself further against Natsu’s body, pining for more. Her friend made no hesitation in pleasing the blonde, snaking his arms from the small of her back to up her shirt.

Eventually the pair retracted for air, breathing heavily as they stared into one another’s widened eyes. It appeared as a shock to both of them. Lucy never expected Natsu to kiss her. Natsu never expected to kiss Lucy, yet it all came so naturally.

“I-” Natsu began to speak, though not quite sure what he was about to say himself.

Luckily, however, Lucy didn’t allow him to finish as she quickly pressed her lips against his again, desperate for more.

—————————————

“What do you mean you haven’t completed the homework?” Natsu and Lucy’s teacher loomed down on them intimidatingly, awaiting an excuse.

“We’re really sorry, sir.” Lucy bowed her head down in shame. “I got…” she thought back to last night, “Sidetracked.”

The teacher sighed. “I would expect this from you, Natsu, but Lucy? What could you have possibly been doing that made you forget?”

Lucy’s cheeks tinted pink at the memories. “I-I don’t know, sir. I’m sorry.”

Natsu snorted at Lucy’s stuttering, earning himself a discreet shove from his friend.

“Well, regardless as to what you were up to, the homework is incomplete.” The teacher handed Natsu and Lucy each a sheet of paper. “The pair of you have detention after school today.”

“But I-” Lucy couldn’t finish the sentence, realising she had no way of defending herself.

Their teacher took off, leaving Lucy with her mouth hung open whilst Natsu made a failed attempt to stifle his laugh, thus earning another shove.

“Hey! What was that for?” Natsu stuck his bottom lip out.

“This is your fault. I wanted to do homework last night but you insisted on playing video games!”

“Woah! Video games were barely the half of what we did last night!” Natsu held his hands in front of himself in defence.

Thinking back to the seducing and kissing, Lucy hung her head low as her face heated up. Natsu let out an amused laugh, patting her shoulder.

“What can I say, Luce? I guess you are pretty distracting.” Natsu smirked.

You’re something special ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘‘Heeyy your ims are so deep🌊 I don’t even know how to call em in other interpretation. BTW can I have a G im where he watches her every action imagining how badly he want her to be his girl, and in one day he just tell her all the things he want (And pls don’t forget about kisses u describes em soo f👑 amazing)‘‘

Response: Thank u lovely! That’s so sweet ^.^ Okay guys, so this imagine is honestly one of my favorites I’ve written, I think, (hope that doesn’t sound cocky lol) but yeah, I think this one turned out pretty okay :) so let me know what you think xx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Graysons POV

My eyes almost hurt when I look at her. She is so beautiful. She looks like an angel, and she doesn’t even have to try. It may sound cliché, but I admire everything about her. Since I saw her I can’t stop thinking about her. She is so gentle, the way she talks and the way she treats people… I wish I could tell her all these things, but I don’t want to her to think that I’m a desperate stalker, trying to get attention from girls.

It’s a normal day of school and I’m sitting in class. When the bell finally rings, I look at my phone and see that it’s almost three o’clock. Normally around this time on Friday Y/N is in the library, looking for books she can read in the weekend. Or just books to help her studying. Don’t even ask me how I know this, because it’s actually embarrassing. I grab by bag, leave the classroom and rush into the library.

I silently open the door of the library. It’s almost empty. Of course, it was Friday. Not many people went to the library at school when it was almost weekend. I walk through the library that is stuffed with bookcases, peeking my head around every corner to see if she’s here.

And when I see her my heart skips a beat. She’s sitting at a table with a few books around her, reading one of them with the tip of her pen in her mouth and her hair up in a bun. I quickly grab a random book and walk to the table where she’s sitting. I sit down and open the book, glancing down at her. She looks up and her beautiful red lips curl into a sweet smile. It only last like two seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I smile back, probably looking really goofy.

When she starts reading her book again I try to look as if I’m reading mine too, but my eyes keep flickering back to her. She looked incredibly pretty today and smelled so nice. Even from where I was sitting I could smell her perfume; vanilla with a touch of something sweet, maybe flowers. She didn’t wear a lot of make up; just a bit of mascara and something on her lips.

Her eyebrows were full and her cheeks were a bit chubby, but I actually thought that that was really cute. And even if she did wore a lot of makeup I’d still adore her. She could even throw on a garbage bag and still look gorgeous.

I look at her rosy cheeks and the freckles on her nose and wonder how her skin would feel like. Probably very soft. And her eyes… they were so friendly and had the most beautiful colour. I could stare into them forever. I wanted to touch her and wrap my arms around her with her head resting on my chest. I wanted to make her feel safe and loved.

I lick my lips at the thought of how her naked body would feel pressed to mine. But not even in a sexual way; we could just lay together, feeling calm and at peace. I would love hearing her heartbeat and her warm breath against my neck. I casually stroke a hand through my hair when I feel my cheeks burning. If she could only read my mind… I just couldn’t stop thinking about her, I wanted her to be mine so bad.

Your POV

You couldn’t believe that Grayson Dolan, your crush since freshman year, was sitting in front of you. You always thought he had been a cute guy, but you knew he didn’t read and you found it odd that he was in the library. Sitting in front of you. On a Friday afternoon. With his book upside down. God, he was so adorable. The book he was holding looked so small compared to his large hands. He had such beautiful hands. You wondered how they’d feel holding yours.

‘Enjoying your book?’ you ask with a little smile, while you catch him looking at you. He blinks and immediately looks back into his book. ‘Me? Eh yeah, it’s pretty good,’ he chuckles nervously. ‘It’s upside down, you know?’ you giggle and turn a page in the book you had been reading. His cheeks turn even more red than they already were and he turns the book around, so that he could actually read the thing. A few minutes pass and you feel him looking at you. Whenever you look back at him, he quickly looks away.

After about half an hour you’re done with your studying and as bad as you wanted to stay in the library with this beautiful human being, you really had to go home. You grab your stuff and stand up from your chair. Hesitantly you put your bag around your shoulder, not knowing if you should say goodbye or not. Why not? you thought. ‘Bye, Grayson,’ you say and walk towards the exit of the library. Grayson quickly stands up too.

‘Wait,’ he says and before you know it he grabs your hand and stops you from walking. You look at your hand holding his. It looked so tiny compared to his hand. He lets go of you, looking a little embarrassed. ‘Yeah?’ you encourage him, looking up. ‘I know that we don’t talk that much, which is why I completely understand if you say no, but I think you’re a really nice girl and I was wondering if… if you would maybe want to go on a date sometime? Are you free tonight?’ he asks with a sweet voice.

You inner self starts screaming, but you remain to stay calm. Was this a dream?! ‘Yes… Of course,’ you answer, shrugging your shoulders. You never really had plans for the weekend, except if you counted watching Netflix with a bag of Doritos. He looks relieved and smirks. ‘Nice! Should I pick you up tonight? At seven?’ ‘Sounds great,’ you say happily.               

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The date had been perfect so far. He had picked you up at your house and brought you to a chic – but not too chic – restaurant. The food tasted amazing and the whole atmosphere was just so lovely. There were candles burning on the table and the interior was very cute. There was even a live band playing in the background.

You guys got to know each other better and just talked about everything and anything that crossed your minds. It actually felt like you had known each other your whole life, which was a very nice feeling. After dinner you went to go to the cinema. With his hand on your thigh he looked at you during the entire movie. And when you looked back at him you expected him to kiss you, but he didn’t.

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He stops the car in front of your house, steps out and walks to the other side of the car to open the door for you. He sure was a true gentleman. You take his outstretched hand and together you walk to the door of your house. You turn around so you faced him, and realise you were actually standing really close.

‘Thank you for tonight,’ you whisper. He smiles and strokes a hair out of your face. ‘Thank you. I had a very nice evening. Maybe we could do it again some time?’ ‘I would love that,’ you say, almost drowning in his brown, husky eyes. ‘I should probably go… Thank you, again. Have a nice weekend, Y/N,’ Grayson says. But you don’t let go of his hand.

‘You could come in for a minute, if you want. My parents aren’t home, so…’ you say, trying to look innocent. ‘Yeah, sure,’ Grayson says, his eyes growing a little wider. You open the door and walk to the living room, with Graysons hand still holding yours.

You sit down on the couch, with Grayson next to you. Again, his face was just a few inches away from yours. You could see his little moustache hairs and smell his minty breath and cologne. It sent shivers down your spine. Slowly he leans closer to you, until his nose is touching yours. And when you think he’s about to kiss you, he pulls back. You stare at him, a little confused. Did you do something wrong?

‘Y/N, I want to say something to you…’ he says, looking down at his shoes. ‘Yeah?’ you say, placing a hand on his thigh. He looks back at you, with the cutest smile on his face. ‘It will probably sound very cheesy, but… I am so happy that I met you, honestly. This evening was just perfect. At least for me it was perfect. I like everything about you, every little thing, and I think you were meant for me,’ Grayson says. Your heart flutters at his words and a big smile appears on your face. ‘Grayson…’ you start, but he stops you. ‘Wait, let me finish this, before I forget what I want to say,’ he chuckles.

‘All I can think about lately is how much I want to kiss you. You’re the only one I want. I love your laugh and I love the way you make me laugh. I want to be the constant in your life, if you let me… you’re something special,’ he says while he cups your face with his large hands. ‘Oh Grayson,’ you whisper while your smile grows bigger. ‘That’s so sweet. I – I’ but he interrupts your stutters by gently pressing his warms lips against yours.

He opens your mouth and slides his tongue between your lips. You let him dominate you however he wants. You gasp for air as his hands slowly trail down your body, from your back to your waist and then to your thighs. You close your eyes while his kisses are getting deeper and rougher and he starts kissing your jawline and neck.

You dig your nails into his scalp, trying to contain the pleasure. His fluffy hair strokes against your cheek while he pleases you. He tenderly starts sucking your neck and you feel him smirking while he listens to your soft moans. After a minute or so you slowly start pushing him away, before it got too intense.

You wanted to take things slowly, since this was your first date with Grayson. You never even kissed on a first date, but oh well, Grayson Dolan was an exception. He pulls back and looks with loving eyes down at you. ‘I can’t wait for the days when I get to kiss you every morning and every night,’ he whispers while he entwines his fingers with yours. You giggle and you couldn’t even describe how perfect this moment was.

Being bored during school, having access to a pretty good computer with Adobe After Effects, with 20 minutes of break, and being a MAJOR fan of the Galra Keith theory…

Well…I just wanted to mess around. Please ignore the really bad fade at the end.

Also…@whitepaintedlotus