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Kiss And Make Up

“Oh, hey.” Joe said in slight surprise as he opened his door to see Jack standing there.

“Hi.” The younger man replied, meeting his eyes only briefly before quickly looking away.

“Aren’t we a chatty bunch?” Conor proclaimed, pushing his younger brother into the flat.

“Shut up, Con,” Jack rolled his eyes, brushing off his brothers hand, looking down at the floor as he walked further into the flat.

“When have I ever listened to you?” Conor scoffed, “So, Joe! What’s on the books for tonight?”

“Huh?” Joe jumped out of his thoughts and back into the conversation, placing himself on the opposite side of the couch as Jack, who had yet to meet his gaze again. “Oh, right, I don’t really know. I think Mikey was planning most of it.”

“Where are the rest anyways?”

“No idea,” Joe shook his head, “You two are the first to arrive.”

“That’s surprising,” Conor let out a laugh, glancing over at Jack for his reaction, only to see him picking at a thread from the hole of his jeans at his knees.

As if sensing the tension, Conor’s eyes shifted between the other two men, noticing for the first time how they had barely interacted when usually by now, Jack was telling Joe the newest joke or story he had.

“I don’t know what you did,” Conor said, leaning towards Joe, “But please teach me.”

“Teach you?”

“How you got Jack to shut up for once in his life.”

Jack and Joe’s eyes snapped together for one brief moment before quickly darting away, their cheeks both flushing.

“I haven’t done anything.” Lies.

“I just don’t feel like talking,” Jack supplied. Another lie.


Joe knew things were going to be weird, he knew it from the moment he had woken up in bed next to Jack, both completely naked and sporting new love bites along their neck and collarbones.

There were only flashes of the night prior, breathy moans and warm lips, but his mind had supplied him with more than enough to realize what had occurred while both he and Jack were completely and utterly drunk.

They had hooked up.

Neither had known how to react when they woke up groaning with headaches, and so Joe had slipped out of bed and out of Jack’s flat, quickly making his way back to the solace of his own place, trying to process the fact that he had slept with one of his best mates.

One who happened to also be a guy.

This was not something to process with a hung over mind.


Now, hours later, Joe had yet to really process what had happened.

He and Jack hadn’t seen each other since this morning, nor had they talked about what happened, both silently agreeing to pretend it didn’t happen.

It would be easier that way.

They could simply move on from it.

Except as Joe sat there on the couch, avoiding looking over at Jack, he realized that maybe it would be harder to move on from than originally thought.


The awkward dance continued on for another week, the two forced together by the boys, but unable to say anything more than a stuttered hi or a mumbled goodbye.

Things had shifted between them, and there was no going back.

Joe began to wonder if Jack regretted it, if he wished it had never happened, brushing away the small pang of hurt at that thought. Because Joe didn’t like Jack, he didn’t want to have sex with him again.

Did he? No.

No, of course not.

He and Jack were just mates.

Mates that happened to have drunkenly hooked up once.

They would move past it.


Then it happened again.

Although this time both were nowhere near as drunk as the last time, but alcohol still coursed through their veins, mixing with lust as they clawed at each others clothes, lips against each others skin, gasping one another’s name into the darkened room.

And in the morning, it was Jack who slipped out of the room, out of Joe’s apartment, gaze locked to the floor.

Joe remained behind, throwing an arm over his face as he groaned, because he had gone and slept with one of his closest mates again.

He remembered everything; every touch, every kiss, every sensation of Jack on him. And while Joe was reluctant to admit it, he wanted it to happen again.

But it couldn’t. They couldn’t do it again.


The awkward tension returned full force, and the boys picked up on it this time, noticing that two members of their group, the two that used to be so close, were barely able to look at one another.

“Alright,” Josh stood up one night while they were all gathered around Joe’s, playing a few games of Fifa. “This needs to stop.”

“What does?” Joe asked, his phone tapping against his leg. He was distinctly aware of how close, and how far, Jack was sitting compared to him. And he was too aware of the fact that the younger man had barely even glanced in his direction since being pulled through the door, not even muttering a hello to Joe, his cheeks burning red.

“Whatever the hell is going on between you and Jack.” Josh answered, looking down at the two in question.

Joe felt his own cheeks grow warm, flashes of the nights with Jack appearing in his mind, but he shook them off, focusing on the present.

“Yeah, you two have been weird for a while now,” Oli commented as he and Caspar stood, joining Josh.

“It needs to be fixed. Having you two not talk is just not right.” Caspar explained, casting a worried glance between the two.

“Besides,” Conor continued, joining the others, “I’ve never once seen Jack this quiet. You two need to kiss and make up, so everyone can go back to being normal.”

“What?!” Jack finally spoke up, “What do you mean kiss and make up?” He nervously looked in Joe’s direction, but the older man had shifted his own gaze to his lap, his cheeks burning brightly.

“It’s a saying,” Conor drawled, rolling his eyes, “We just want you two to work your shit out. We’re going to go out and grab food, you two are going to stay here and kiss and make up,” He finished, smirking over at his younger brother.

“Just don’t kill each other!” Caspar called out as the boys filed out the door, leaving the two to sit in silence.


“Jack…”

“No.” He stood abruptly, “We don’t have to talk about this.”

“Maybe we should?” Joe finally looked over at the other man, their blue eyes meeting, and this time, neither looked away.

“What do we talk about? The fact that we drunkenly hooked up? Twice!

“Yes.”

“There’s nothing else to say.” Jack crossed his arms tightly, but his eyes remained on Joe.

“Do you regret it?” Joe couldn’t help but blurt out, needing to know the truth.

“I…We were….No. No I don’t.”

“Me either.”

“Oh.”

“I, uhm,” Joe stood, running his fingers through his hair nervously, “I think I like you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Do you regret it?”

“I just admitted to liking you, and you think I regret it?”

“I don’t know! I’m nervous!”

“Its fine if you don’t like me. If you want to pretend it didn’t happen. I’m sure we can eventually work past the weirdness.” Joe shrugged, trying to act like the words didn’t hurt him to say.

“Can we work past a different weirdness?” Jack asked softly.

“A different one?”

“Yeah, one that comes with two guys decided to date because they drunkenly hooked up twice and then realized that maybe they want it to be more than that?”

Joe blinked over at Jack, not expecting that as a response.

“I…I mean, uhm, yeah, I think we could work past that weirdness.”

“Only if you want to,” Jack said, stepping closer.

“I want to.” Joe replied, smiling as he shuffled towards Jack, “I really want to.”

“Oh thank gods,” Jack muttered, surging forward to pull Joe’s face towards his, their lips crashing together.

Joe sunk into the kiss, his arms moving around Jack as it deepened, the warm and familiar feeling spreading through his body as Jack’s tongue danced with his.

And when they parted, panting lightly, Joe let out a small laugh, “Thats one way to work past it.”

“Conor did say to kiss and make up.” Jack smirked.

“Hmm, very true. I don’t think we’ve quite made up yet though.”

“Yeah, I think we need to try again.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Joe mumbled, already pulling Jack back in for a kiss.


The boys were quite surprised to arrive back at Joe’s to discover that their two mates had taken Conor’s words quite literally.

Although Conor did have a knowing little smirk on his face, but Jack and Joe were too preoccupied to think much of it.

This is shitty

@hxxtile the promised fluff to make up for my angsty sins 

Lucy yelped, tackling Theo playfully as she began to tickle her, grinning when the other girl began to laugh. “Luc-” She gasped for air as she laughed. “I yield, I yield!” Theo cried dramatically as Lucy finally rolled off of her.

“That was cheating.” Theo complained and Lucy chuckled, curling around her, her arms wrapping around her waist.
“Nah, it was winning.” She corrected and Theo giggled, rotating, pressing her forehead against Lucy’s, the taller girl blushing.

They stayed in the position for a while, just breathing each other’s air and smiling at each other, talking about everything and anything. Theo finally rolled off the bed, Lucy doing the same and they went downstairs, making jokes that nobody but the two girls understood.

“Popcorn, candy, and soda?” Theo asked and Lucy flashed her a grin.

“Ya know I got you covered, baby girl.” She teased, tossing a bag of candy to Theo as she put the popcorn in the microwave, starting the timer before opening her own bag of candy, popping a sour gummy in her mouth.

“Don’t eat it before the movie.” Theo chided and Lucy stuck her tongue out playfully, Theo doing the same.  For a moment they just stared at each other, a spark in their eyes before the timer went off and Lucy jumped, hurrying over to the microwave and taking out the popcorn, cursing in French when it burned her hand, hurriedly pouring it into a large bowl.

“You alright?” Theo questioned, taking her hand and kissing it playfully. “There, now it’s all better.” She joked and Lucy swallowed, trying not to make it obvious that she was flustered.

“Y-yeah.” She stammered, walking over to the couch, sitting down, Theo doing the same, the popcorn in the middle of them, the soda and candy on the table. They began to scroll through movies on netflix, talking softly, Theo grinning suddenly.

“Heathers?” She offered and Lucy nodded, selecting it.

They began to watch in silence, Lucy reaching for the popcorn, smiling when her hand brushed Theo’s the smile turning into a grin when Theo took her hand in hers, moving the popcorn onto the table and Theo curled into Lucy, Lucy wrapping an arm around her.  They remained like that until the movie ended.  By then it was almost twelve so they went upstairs, as usual falling asleep on the same bed, snuggled up to each other.

By the time they woke up it was almost time for Theo to leave so they began to clean, throwing pillows at each other, it quickly turning into a pillow fight, up until the doorbell rang. Theo and Lucy ran downstairs, Lucy carrying Theo’s bag. She handed it to Theo, who took it, hesitated then leaned forward, brushing her lips against Lucy’s cheek before leaving.

Lucy held onto her cheek, running to the kitchen. “THEO KISSED MY CHEEK!” She yelled and Thomas cheered while James raised an eyebrow. “And how does that make you feel?”

“Gay.”

“That’s not an emot-”

“I feel gay, dad, let me be.”

Dallas Winston~ #33 & #108

Request:Hi! I might be a little late, but I just discovered your page and I love it! Could you do #33 and #108 from your prompt list for Dally? Thanks!

#33-“Help me!”


#108-“Why are you on the floor?”


“Dally!” You yelled from your place on the floor.


“What?” He asked yelling back from the dinning room, he was probably halfway through a bottle of vodka by now.


“Help me!” You yelled again. You had rolled off the couch during your nap and couldn’t get off the floor without assistance, being 7 months pregnant was hard.


“What is- Why are you on the floor?” He asked placing the bottle down on the coffee table.


“I fell.”


“Well, what’d you fall for?”


“I didn’t do it on purpose.” (Harry Potter reference anyone!??!?!?)


He reached his hand out towards you to help you up. “The baby’s okay right, you didn’t land on your stomach?” He asked worried placing both hands on the bump.


“No, the baby’s fine Dal, stop worrying.”


“That’s all I can seem to do anymore.” He sighed lighting a cigarette and puffing away like nobodies business.


“Dal.” You stated sternly stomping his cigarette out on the hardwood floor.


“What?!”


“Don’t do that, it’s bad for the baby.”

destined to fall

For @ketlingr, @theboringprincess, @windcalling and of course everyone else who’s interested!

This is just little old ReRe, bringing some Stuckony goodness to your dash. Includes insecure Angel!Tony, flirty Demon!Steve and Teasing Human!Bucky, angst and no proper communication whatsoever. You’re welcome and please don’t hate me.


Steve Rogers is quite possibly the most twisted, corrupted, genuinely evil guy Tony has ever had the pleasure to meet. 

And by ‘evil’ he doesn’t just mean wearing shirts so tight they should be illegal, pulling off moves on the dance floor that make Tony swear he can literally see the pure sin rolling off the man’s skin and flirting relentlessly with Tony, even though he already has a boyfriend. An unfairly hot, sarcastic boyfriend who looks far too good in leather jackets to be left unsupervised, damn it. 

No, Tony means the literal evil as well. Because naturally the first person he falls for after his breakup with Pepper just had to be a demon. Really, Tony doesn’t even know why Rhodey was surprised when he’d confessed his crush–not that he had to, with the way it had been weighing on his mind Rhodey must have felt it from miles away. If anything it’s a miracle that this is the first time Tony has fallen for one. His luck was bound to run out eventually.

“Hey there, butterfly,” Steve’s husky voice interrupts, successfully bringing Tony’s internal self-berating to a crashing halt.

He glares up at the other man–and it’s so incredibly hot irritating, the way Steve’s at least a head taller than him and looks like he could break Tony in half with his pinky (he couldn’t), how is this even fair?–though going by the smug expression he gets in return, it does little to hide his burning cheeks. The traitors.

[Story continues under the cut. Or at least it should. With any luck, tumblr will be in a good mood when you see this and it’ll work.]

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anonymous asked:

Can I call you Nadia? It's such a lovely name, rolls right off the tongue. By the way, you are my tumblr crush

idk why but I love when anons and my followers just call me by my name! :’D I think it kinda shows how comfortable you guys are interacting with me and I hope you guys are <3 ;o; 

And thank you so much! You’re so niceee jfpefasak; <333 ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

Hey, anon, if you’re going to say rude shit in my inbox, make sure you know the whole story before you run your mouth. You ended up making me laugh instead of feel bad because I already know I’m none of the things you tried to say I am. I don’t have to defend myself to you or try to correct you. I didn’t bother responding because people like you don’t care to listen, you just enjoy causing pain.

I’m not as insecure as some other people on this website. (And it’s not their fault if they are insecure). I’ve got some armor thanks to my past and who I’ve become, so all your flung poo just rolled right off me. But it may not roll off somebody else who hasn’t achieved what I have, and it’s people like you, rude anon, who cause less secure people to suffer.

Please do us all a favor and work on your own insecurities instead of attacking other peoples’.

Falling For the Perfect 10, Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Tag List:

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@thedeboniardevistation @xxnobodyshero13xx  @speedilyghostlycloud

@fan-fiction-galore  @amaranthine-reign @lordoftheringsmyass  

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Story Summary: Told from the point of view of an original female character we follow the ups and downs of dating, and falling in love with, Tye Dillinger.
Pairing: Tye Dillinger X OFC
Chapter Summary: We see Tye being not so perfect and Shanna gets some backup from British Strong Style.
Note: No smut but maybe a bit more cursing than usual in this chapter.


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Some people were replying to my original post saying I should include ALL romances, so here they are, all the Mass Effect romances laid out to make a point about the glaring lack of mlm.

(Sorry they’re in no particular character order, I just tacked on the other romances.)

14 M/F, 9 F/M, 10 F/F, 4 M/M

5

meanwhile:

the wheel of self-indulgence continues to spin merrily along…
Off The Rails -the epic saga of Bokuto, Akaashi, Oikawa and Iwaizumi all falling in terrible weird love with each other- continues!

read from the start \\ < previous comic

Prince Charming Is A Lie (Or Possibly Hellspawn)

Look, it’s 1am which is way later that I’m usually awake (because 25 is the new 80) and I wrote a thing because feelings occurred. So have 2.5k of feelings occurring. 

Blame the sleeplessness if it’s terrible.

“I think it was a mistake to kiss me, that first time.”

 Derek doesn’t look at him, continues to play with his fingers and Stiles feels like there’s a lead weight in the pit of his stomach.

 "How so?“ His voice is barely a croak. They’ve been together for a year, now, and if Derek thought their first kiss was a mistake, then maybe he’s just felt obligated to continue the relationship. Maybe the nebulous ideas Stiles has for a future have all been for nothing.

 Derek frowns and Stiles knows not to interrupt when he’s thinking – when he furrows his brow that particular way, he’s trying to figure out the best way to articulate something. Derek can hold his own in an argument, and is never at a particular loss for words, but sometimes he pauses to make sure the words he’s picking are the most effective.

 It’s what, Stiles thought, makes him so good for Stiles, who doesn’t think about what’s coming out of his mouth until twenty seconds after it’s already said. Derek’s arguments are carefully constructed and solid, while Stiles’ sow chaos and account for the inevitability of any plan going to hell in a handbasket, and they work together.

 At least, he’d thought so.

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If You Purify Everyone, Then They Can't Punish You For Destroying The Zones....