she knows the kiss is about to happen and she lets it happen

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: I'm so confused why Brendon and Ryan couldn't just literally come out and say Ryden was real. I mean, now, Ryan really misses Brendon and acts like he's his ex that he still loves, and Brendon's dodging his name like old timers in fandom drama. I also don't understand how Brendon could pretend he wasn't writing a hundred songs about Ryan and not make it obvious. Come on, I mean, "How I missed yesterday, how I let it fade away", "Being blue is better than being over it", "There's no sunshine, there's no you and me". Brendon and Ryan were so perfect for each other. And how come he only recently came out as sexually fluid? What happened in capetown so many years ago? Why does Brendon pretend like nothing ever happened, when he has totally kissed him, worn his shirts, his ties, his guitar strap the post-split performance, held up a sign that says "Ryden Exists" in big capital letters. There are pictures proving it! Also why Ryan flew to New York to Seattle just to see him so they could celebrate Ryan's birthday, without telling his girlfriend or anyone else. Ryan said "He's my boy. Always will be." In a tweet and never let him completely go. Does Brendon still love Ryan? Will they ever confront each other again? What did Ryan do? Why did they try to cover up the fact that She Had The World, When The Day Met The Night, and Northern Downpour were about their love? Were they scared what their fans would do? Why is Brendon so avoiding of Ryan's name? What could he have possibly done for it to be so terrible even talk about him for that long? Why can't we know what happened in capetown? Ryan told Brendon so much and almost loved him, while Brendon was obviously head over heels for him? Why are we left in the dark, aimlessly wandering, searching for an answer in this dark continuum that we may never find? Did something that wasn't consented both ways happen romantically? I know Ryden was real. I just know it. There's too much proof to not realize it. If you showed someone who had no idea what Ryden was or who they were a picture of them, they would immediately assume they were dating. Also, their Twitters. Ryan and Brendon were very close on Twitter, and they couldn't have done a better job of acting as gay as possible. Brallon, also. Do people think that this is some kind of replacement? I feel like Brendon just wanted to be all cute with Dallon to try and replace what he had with Ryan. This may or may not be true, but it's what I think. I can tell Brendon still misses Ryan and loves him deep down in his heart, and Ryan has the exact same feelings. I feel that I will always wonder as I lay in my bed late at night... "What happened in capetown... And why?"
When You Know

A post-sex one shot.
This is what happens when you’re cut off from the internet for more than 24 hours when kabby sex is approximately 88 hours away from happening no I did not just calculate how many hours it is

AO3


“When did you know?” Abby murmured, her voice sleepy as she pressed a chaste kiss against his chest.

Marcus raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“I mean, about us…that we were…this?” She explained, ducking her head against the side of him to hide her spreading blush.

 Marcus let out a low chuckle at her sudden shyness.

“Well…I don’t think there was one time. Everything we’ve been through together, everything we’ve had to do to survive. They were some dark times, Abby,” Marcus looked down at her form lying next to him, meeting her curious gaze, “It would have been so easy to give up, but then I started to realise that you were the reason I had to keep fighting. I told myself it was guilt, for what I’d done to you in the past. I told myself that if you could somehow forgive me, then I could maybe live with myself. So I started to try and make it up to you – in any way I could think of. That’s why I went to find Clarke and the others, when they were trapped in Mount Weather. Why I was going to sacrifice myself for Jaha – because I knew he was your friend. It’s why I took…” His voice trailed off, unexpected tears forming as he shifted his eyes away from hers.

“Why you took the chip.” Abby finished for him, lifting her head up on an elbow as she caressed his cheek.

“Yes,” Marcus grasped her hand, pressing a kiss against it as she lowered herself so that she was completely draped across his naked torso, “I couldn’t…couldn’t bare it. To live knowing you had died because of me.”

She kisses his chest reverently, as if trying to tell his body she was alive so his mind could finally be at ease.

“Somehow, in amongst all of that, I realised I wasn’t trying to just make it up to you, I was doing it because…because I…” Marcus stopped, unsure as to whether it was too soon.

But her knowing smile that met his hesitant gaze spurred him on. 

With a deep breath, Marcus continued, “Because I love you.”

His nervousness at her response was unfounded, he discovered, as Abby’s mouth devoured his, pouring her every emotion into each stroke of his lips. The sensation of her fully pressed up against him, completely stripped of their clothes and wholly vulnerable, was something his mind was still playing catch up with. She took his breath away.

“I love you, too.” Abby said in a whisper, as their lips audibly smacked apart and he could taste her tears as they fell into his swollen mouth. Sitting upright, Abby covered her eyes with her palm, the tears creating a steady film across her cheeks.

“Hey, baby…” Marcus sat up to embrace her, inwardly cringing at his slip. He had called her that in his head multiple times, but swore he’d never slip up and actually say it. “Hey, it’s okay, hey, shhh….” He cradled her head in his arms, resting it against his collarbone as he whispered comfort in her ear.

“I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t think I could feel this way again.” Abby’s raspy voice reverberated through him.

Not knowing how to respond, he hugged her tighter to his chest.
After a few minutes, Abby’s whimpers had died down to a few shaky breaths.

“I didn’t think I could ever have this, feel this way, for anyone.” Marcus admitted.

Peeling her face away from his chest, she cradled his face in her hands, a gesture that had quickly become theirs. The tender act conveyed every drop of love that words failed to. As their lips moved closer and came together once again, Marcus felt her smile.

Their lips still grazing, Abby murmured,
“Did you call me baby?”

Her smile widened, and a blush darkened his cheeks. Unable to help grinning at her obvious amusement, he replied,
Maybe…”

Abby chuckled, thankful for the lighter moment.

“Then just maybe… I liked it.” She said the last three words in a whisper, and Marcus slowly caught onto the fact she thought it was endearing, not corny like he had feared.

“Well then, baby…why don’t we get some sleep?” He teasingly whispered back, caressing her hair as he laid them back onto the bed, holding her close.

“I knew the first time you tried to sacrifice yourself. Back in the service bay after Diana’s coup. All the other times after that, you only strengthened it.”

Marvelling at her words, he could only pull her closer, dropping tiny kisses on her head until both drifted off into a sound sleep.

Because my brain won’t let me stop thinking about 7x10, I keep coming up with super fluffy scenarios that won’t ever happen and what if during this “pretty sweet” goodbye hug, Daryl kisses Carol on the forehead and she’s in shock for about 0.05 seconds before a sassy look comes over her face and she teases him “you missed” which gets Daryl all flustered and he tells her “stahp” which just makes Carol smile more because cute, flustered Daryl is her favorite Daryl (isn’t it everyone’s favorite Daryl?) and then we all die from cuteness but what a way to go

Concussions

Originally posted by want-your-kisses


Fred was getting out of the shower about to get ready for your date when he Hermione called. “Hey Mione what’s up?”

“Um, okay don’t freak out but Y/N wanted me to call and let you know she has to call off the date. She’s kinda in the ER right now.”

“What? What happened? Is she okay?”

“Yea. She is fine. She got a concussion though. So they want to keep her overnight.”

“I am coming up there.” Fred rushed to the hospital and found your room quickly. You were laying bed boredly flipping through channels when he barreled in. You perked up immediately.

“Fred! What are you doing here?” Fred come over quickly embracing you and kissing you on the forehead.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Hermione said you got a concussion. What happened?”

“I uh…I tried jumping a fence but failed and landed on my head.”

Fred shook his head “When are you gonna learn you aren’t unbreakable? You almost gave me a heart attack you know.” 

You would shake your head and smile. “Well I am fine now so just calm down. It sucks though. I have stay overnight. Plus I am not allowed to sleep for twelve hours. And there is nothing to do!”

Fred laughed and pushed you over so he could climb in bed with you. “Guess I will have to stay and entertain you.” 

You managed to stay up the entire twelve hours due to Fred constantly making up ridiculous stories to make you laugh and making fun of the terrible shows on TV. Plus whenever you so much as yawned, he would tickle you until you were fully awake again. The next morning you finally got released and was able to leave with Fred. 

“Hey Fred, thanks for staying up all night with me.”

“Anything for you babe.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

“Can we just sleep all day today?”

“Oh hell yes. I am exhausted.”

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So I think this could have turned out better but I still like it and enjoyed writing it. <3 hope you all love it.

Unexpected visitor || Laura and Hermione

@xhermionegranger

“Morning, kiddo… Feeling better?"Laura smiled when she felt her mother placing a kiss on top of her forehead, easily spotting the look of concern in the corner of her eyes. "I can’t believe your father let you work.” Isabela ‒ Laura’s mother ‒ looked as if she could fight with Brian anytime, just for letting their daughter work when last night the hufflepuff was sick ‒ something related to her stomach. Still, there she was, behind the desk as if nothing had happened. “Don’t worry, mum! Father’s medicine worked and it’s not like I can’t run if anything bad happens again. You know I couldn’t miss today.” And with that, Isabela sighed, trying not to worry too much about her baby daughter that indeed was growing up too fast. The reason why it was so important for Laura to be there had all to do with a band that was coming, consisting of three ladies that usually played all the last hits both from the wizarding and muggle world. They where talented, nice to listen to and their repertoire was one of the best ‒ one could certify all this just looking at the “crowd” on the shop (though it was also because of the holidays).

Five hours later, Laura was still on the same position, right now enjoying the sound that filled the store while solving a problem with a client ‒ something to do with a dissimulator bought in another store that broke just after a few days of usage. Nothing they couldn’t fix. “Just come back by the end of the day and it’ll be here.” She followed the client as he left the store, just in time to see someone else coming in; the sight didn’t surprise her… it always made her jump! For a few seconds, she noticed everyone on the line turned their heads to see who was coming, and only the music played by the three aforementioned women ‒ and everyone dancing ‒ filled the place with noise. Why Hermione Granger had entered the shop was a question she would only have an answer to a few minutes later, but the war hero being there made Laura move away and let a friend that was also working today help with the
queue.

“H-hi! Good afternoon.” She tried to breath easy, even smiling a bit while approaching the brunette. It’s true she was super friends with Ginny and even knew Harry Potter, but she had never actually talked with Hermione ‒ at least not enough to call her a friend. And Laura was, indeed, an impressionable girl ‒ her parents had taught her since childhood not to make difference between people because of details such as their history/genetics, especially things they were sorry about or couldn’t change, but this was different. At least for the hufflepuff ‒ she couldn’t help but feel both nervous and flattered that someone so important was visiting their place. Especially someone that had to deal with prejudice much alike the ones they faced. “Do you need something…? Anything I can help with?”

Whatever Happens

Boh. Angst? Demetra and Cullen, chapel scene before the final battle in DA:Inquisition.



“Whatever happens, you will come back.”

His voice is low and he holds her against his body, maybe cursing the armor between them, a protection that’s useless when they’re together and that is depriving them of a precious moment in which they need to feel each other.

Demetra knows he craves to hold her properly, and the cuirass is just a cruel remind of the danger outside his arms.

They both want to feel the other, skin, scars and life.

It’s not about sex, it’s not about comfort either. It’s about strength.

For her, to remind that she’s doing this not for an abstract ideal, but for her love ones, for him, and she must be enough to keep her promise and truly return.

For him, to find the strength to let her slip away, staying still while she’ll ride towards her destiny, once and for all, taking from him joy, kisses and books read together.

Demetra grabs Cullen, pressing her face in the comfortable fur of his cloak, her eyes closed, lulled by his warm and the light scent of incense in the chapel. 

She wants to cry, the lump in her throat is too painful, and her body is on the verge to break under the pressure. She’s not sure she’ll be enough to make another miracle.

But she promises anyway to return, adding the importance to keep a promise between them to the list she had started to write when she has become Inquisitor, when she needed good reasons to not give up.

“The thought of losing you, I can’t…”

Neither can I, she thinks, gently passing her hands on his face. He’s tired, but under the pale skin there is courage, there is pride, there is hope.

There is love.

Behind eyes too old, a bright sparkle of life, and that secret jolt of affection meant just for her, a blur of tears and golden unspoken words.

She kisses his lips once, twice, caressing his cheeks. It’s a simple, tender gesture she has done often, since the beginning of their relationship. 

Will she be able to do that again?

now

summary: The where never mattered to him, anyway. Just the who.

request: pleeeeeeeease write something about you being friends w/ bts and suga couldn’t sleep so he calls in the middle of the night and you end up cuddling him and he kisses you something like that + @marelynn-neko - Are you up for an animal hybrid AU or a mafia AU?

pairing: yoongi x oc

word count: 2,324

warnings: language + implied sex 

a/n: I hope it’s okay that I combined these! also i changed mafia au to crime au and then I just went wild I’m so sorry bye

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Can you come over?

He knew it was a somewhat desperate idea, hitting send. But his mind was too frantic to sleep, too tightly packed with images of jail cells and court dates, of his mother’s face when she found out what happened to her son. Worrying before a big job was always his thing, and never hers. She was fearless, the possibility of them getting caught making her drunk with adrenaline and a type of fucked-up bliss that Yoongi would never understand.

His phone buzzed by his head, and he opened his eyes in surprise. He’d thought for sure she’d be asleep.

Are you worried about tomorrow?

Worried. Wasn’t there a better word to describe how he was feeling? Scared? Terrified, maybe? They’d never attempted to steal something that big before, and despite all Namjoon’s research and confidence, he couldn’t bring himself to believe they could actually pull it off.

Yeah, you could say that.

I’ll be right over.

His one bedroom was clean, despite there being very little space for anything. He got out of bed to tidy up anyway, washing the couple of dishes in his sink and grabbing another blanket from his closet. She was always cold.

There was a knock on the door, light knuckles rapping heavy on the wood. He got up from the bed again, crossing over the threshold in two strides.

“Hey,” she said softly, hair windblown and shades of purple sitting under her eyes. “Fuck, it’s freezing in here.”

He handed her the blanket, watching as she took off her jacket and immediately wrapped it around herself.

“You look like shit,” he said, filling a pot of water and setting it to boil. “You okay?”

She sat down on his bed, tucking her legs underneath her and curling up tighter into the blanket. Her voice was quiet when she finally spoke.

“I’m worried about this one too, Yoongi.”

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This is one of the most iconic Emma and Killian kisses in CS history. 

Just everything about this kiss was perfect. My favorite thing is how it turned from making jokes to an intense moment within seconds. Killian was joking about Emma giving him gratitude. Then Emma had to start with the “You couldn’t handle it,”.  All it took was Emma and Killian poking fun at each other on for it to happen. When they did, it was just perfect. This kiss was passionate and fiery. This was them giving into something that they had wanted for a little while now. But the kiss led to something unexpected. Killian was obviously taken by surprise with his “Well that was,”. I don’t think he imagined how good it would feel. Killian talks a good game but that kiss ruined him in the best possible way. Emma, on the other hand, was terrified and confused after the kiss. One, because she didn’t know why it happened. She told Snow that she kissed him because she felt good but in the end it was just an excuse. Two, she along with Killian didn’t imagine how good it would be. The kiss took her breath away. But the second Killian started talking she had to shut it down and tell him it was a one time thing. She didn’t want to be vulnerable with him and she didn’t know what the kiss meant. She didn’t want the kiss to mean anything but it did. Even though Killian clearly wanted to say something about the kiss, he respected her and gave her an “as you wish”. Emma’s little smile at his response and Killian touching his lips confused at what just happened was the death of me. 

I never knew what was going to happen more than an episode in advance, let alone during the course of the series! And I liked it that way. After a few years Julie trusted us a little more and would tell people more, but I never wanted to know more than what was happening in that episode because it helped me go through what the character was going through. I wanted to be just as shocked when I read it for the first time when she felt that heartache or pain or whatever it was. So I couldn’t have anticipated six years ago the course [Damon and Elena] would’ve gone. But now in retrospect, I could see it about halfway through.
— 

Nina Dobrev Self 2015

‘In Season 3, Elena and Damon had their first real kiss and the fandom ignited. But Dobrev admits she didn’t know they’d become a couple at the center of the show.

I feel like the stydia fandom reacts badly to every little thing that doesn’t suit our ship right away. Y'all know damn well stydia wasn’t going to happen asap especially since he’s still in a relationship with malia. Stydia will progress like it has been for the past 4 seasons. Season 5 seems to be filled with alot of emotional trauma for Lydia, so whoever she’s kissing it probably ain’t that deep. It’s best to wait and let god before collectively losing your shit. Friendly reminder that although Holland was legit about some of the stuff that happened in s4 she is still unreliable and just because she said doesn’t mean it’ll happen, so let’s just wait and see.

Reminder the triangle that never happened in s3? Yeah, me neither. Chill, fandom.

Scarlett Letter

“Tay, stop worrying. It’s a party.” Adam walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as I looked out the window. Our almost seventeen year old daughter had gone to a party after she spent a long time convincing us. I was hesitant about letting her go but I decided it would be best to let her have her own experiences, that didn’t stop me from worrying though. “She’s smart, she won’t do anything stupid.” He kissed the back of my head and I sighed.

“Still. She’s my baby.” I turned around to face him and he smiled at me, kissing my nose. “And it’s past midnight. We agreed that she should be home at most at midnight.”

“I know but there’s no use in freaking out over nothing.” He stroked my cheek.

“Oh my god! What if something happened to her?” I wondered, feta creeping up on me.

“Nothing happened, okay? It’s normal that she’s late. There’s nothing wrong so let’s go sit on the couch and put on ‘Friends’ and we’re going to wait for her to get home.” He told me, kissing my lips quickly before taking my hand and walking to the couch. We sat down, cuddled up to each other. Half way through the episode we started watching, my phone started ringing. I grabbed it and saw it was Scarlett. I instantly picked up.

“Mrs. Wiles? It’s Bella, Scar’s friend.” The girl said when I picked up.

“Hey, Bella. Is there something wrong?” I questioned, worry washing over me. “Why are you calling me? Where’s Scar?”

“Um she…” She stuttered and there was noise in the background. “She had a little bit to drink and I thought she should go home. They’re all like this but I don’t drink so I was supposed to take her home. I’m sorry.” Bella explained and I sighed.

“Can you please text me the address? I’ll be right there.” I looked over at Adam who had been listening to the conversation, the same worried look on his face.

“Yeah, sure. I’m sorry if I bothered you, I just thought it was the right thing to do.” Bella told me.

“You didn’t, sweetie. Thank you for calling.” I hung up the phone and stood up from the couch, luckily I still hadn’t changed from my clothes so we could get there faster.

“I’ll drive.” Adam spoke as he grabbed the keys. “Wait! What about the kids?” He questioned it and I groaned. Our other kids were asleep.

“Security is outside, tell them to come in.” I suggested and he nodded, dialing our security’s number and telling him to come him. In a few minutes, they were in the house so we quickly left and got into our car.

Adam was driving as fast as he could. We followed what the GPS told us and soon we were at the house where the party was. We spotted our daughter and her friends outside on the lawn, she sitting on the bench, giggling. I got out of the car and walked up to them.

“Mom! You’re here!” She squealed, standing up and almost tripping, she would’ve fallen if Bella hadn’t caught her. “This is the best night of my life!” She giggled.

“Yeah, Scar. Let’s go home, now, yeah?” I asked, wrapping an arm around her waist as she placed a sloppy kiss on my face.

“No. I don’t want to go home.” She whined and I sighed. “I want to stay here!” She squealed, running away from me and hugging Bella.

“Scarlett, I think you should go.” Bella told her and Scarlett shook her head.

“Mom, can we eat pop tarts if I go home?” She grinned, leaning her head against her dad’s arm. I tried not to laugh. I shouldn’t laugh at my drunk daughter, that would be highly inappropriate.

“Yeah, we can do that. Now let’s go.” Adam said, securing his arm on her waist and starting to walk to the car. I turned to Bella.

“Thank you for calling us, sweetie. That was very mature of you.” I smiled at her softly.

“It was the right thing to do. I’m sorry about her.” She winced, glancing at Adam trying to get Scarlett in the car.

“She’ll be fine. Goodnight!” I said before making my way to the car.

“Mom, I want to go in the front.” Scarlett pouted when I got closer to them. Adam rubbed his forehead, sighing.

“Just let her go in the front. The faster we get her home the better.” I told him as Scarlett squealed and entered the car, giggling to herself. She was happy drunk apparently.

“Let’s go then.” Adam said, shutting Scarlett’s door before walking around the car so he could get in. I got in the backseat, looking over at my daughter.

“Mom, are you mad at me?” Scarlett turned over to me, looking back.

“No, Scar. It’s fine. Let’s just get you home.” I shook my head and she nodded, smiling at me as Adam drove us home.

Once we were home, I took Scarlett to her bedroom as Adam checked on the other kids. Scarlett was talking loudly and I was afraid she might wake them.

“Scarlett, be quiet!” I told her, shushing her as she repeated me, giggling more. I shook my head as we entered her room. “Do you need help getting out of your clothes?” She nodded her head and I helped her, getting her pajamas. Once she was in bed, I sat down next to her for a little bit until she fell asleep.

“I love you, mommy.” She murmured, drifting into sleep.

“I love you too, Scar, I love you too.” I sighed, kissing her head. I stepped out of the room to find Adam standing out there.

“Is she asleep?” He asked and I nodded my head. “Would you look at that? We just took care of our drunk daughter for the first time.” He laughed softly kissing my head. “It was almost funny. I’m still mad but she’s a funny drunk person.” He said and I slapped his arm playfully.

“Let’s go to bed. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day.” I told him and he nodded, taking my hand.

The next morning a woke up and decided to get a few painkillers and water ready for Scarlett when she woke up. I went to her room and put the glass of water on her bedside table and sat down on the next to the chair next to window, scrolling through my phone. It wasn’t long before she started stirring in her sleep because of the light after I opened the curtains. I stood silent, watching as she woke up. She groaned, sitting up on the bed.

“Good morning!” I greeted loudly making her wince. I smirked. “Are you feeling okay, Scarlett?”

“Can you please not talk so loud? My head hurts.” She said to me. She groaned laying back on the bed. “I feel like death.” She sighed, closing her eyes.

“That’s what happens when you get drunk, Scarlett.” I said. “There’s pills on the bedside table, take them, it helps.” I told her, sitting on the bed. “Come downstairs soon, I’m going to make breakfast.” I kissed her head.

“Am I in a lot of trouble?” She opened her eyes just as I was leaving her room.

“We’ll talk about that later.” I said and she nodded her head. I made my way downstairs and into the living room to find Caleb there watching TV. He was thirteen now and he was very tall, which makes sense since Adam and I are tall too. He was almost taller than me. Made me feel old to be honest. “Good morning, sweetie.” I smiled, sitting down next to him.

“Morning, mom.” He kissed my cheek. “I heard Scar last night. Is she okay?” He asked worried. Caleb was very protective of the people he loved and even though him and Scarlett fought like cats and dogs, he loved and respected her immensely.

“She’s fine. She should be coming down soon, just don’t talk too loudly.” I laughed softly. I knew that I still had to have a conversation with Scarlett about what happened, I figured it would be better to do that after she recovered from her hangover.

“Why?” He wondered, confused.

“She drank a little bit last night so her head hurts.” I told him and he nodded. If there was one thing I wouldn’t do was lie to him and he was old enough to understand.

“Good morning, guys.” Adam greeted, smiling as he sat down on the couch, wrapping his arm around me. We heard feet running down the stairs, the twins were awake, it was like they were in a rush to go everywhere. They were eight, Ellie and Isaac. They were all growing up too fast.

“Good morning, littles!” I grinned as they ran to me. Ellie sat down on my lap as Isaac sat on Adam’s. It wasn’t long before Scarlett came down and we decided to have a lazy day. I looked over at Scarlett and saw her smile at me. I knew she regretted what she did and although I was a little disappointed in her, I knew she had to make mistakes in order to grow and in that moment I was happy to have my family with me. They were my everything no matter how hard life can get.