hmm, sormik and midnight cuddles when theyre talking about ruins because theyre having too much fun with each others company and dont want to sleep?
(I couldn’t stop thinking of this song while writing it.)
“No, no,” Mikleo opposed, “I said it could
be an imitation. Or it could simply be inspired by the previous age.”
Sorey instantly shook his head.
“There is no way! The inscriptions look too real to be fabricated,
and-” The rest of his words was stopped by a big yawn.
Mikleo raised his brow. “You
should have told me that you are tired.”
“I’m not.” Sorey shifted
and put his arm around Mikleo’s waist, pulling the seraph closer.
Mikleo send him a look full of doubt from the other side of the bed.
“I’m really not,” Sorey
repeated. “At least not so much that I’d like to stop talking to
“If you keep that up, you will
never go to sleep again,” Mikleo said with a smirk, half-joking.
“Probably.” Sorey beamed. “If
I could, I really would never sleep. I hate when I can’t see you,
or talk to you.”
Mikleo blinked and turned his
gaze away, the faint light of the fireplace in the house just barely
allowing Sorey to see the blush on his cheeks.
“You can dream about me,”
“It’s not enough. I’d still
miss you.” Sorey leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to
Mikleo’s forehead – so light the seraph wasn’t quite sure
whether it really happened at all, or did Sorey’s sleepiness
affected him, too.
“And I know you miss me when I
sleep and you can’t,” Sorey continued. “I don’t want to leave
you alone, even for one moment.”
“You are so sappy,” Mikleo
whispered, coming closer and nuzzling his face into Sorey’s chest.
“But you love it.” Mikleo
could feel Sorey’s smile against his hair. What Sorey said was
true, but Mikleo would have to be much more sleep-deprived to admit
that out loud.
He coughed lightly. “Still, the
mural could be an
imitation, and you just didn’t look close enough.”
“There you go again… I told
They kept talking until Sorey’s
eyes started to close and his body slowly went limp under Mikleo’s
May I request headcanons about lazy day with Iwaizumi? Thanks😊
Thanks for 1.6+!! Sorry if it’s crappy, I’m quite stressed out about life atm.
The morning started out when you wanted to take a shower but Iwaizumi didn’t allow you to, instead he pulled you back to the bad and hugged you tightly. “One more minute,”
“You said that for the past 10 minutes Iwa-chan.”
Reluctantly, Iwaizumi trudged behind you as you made your way to the bathroom, he took a quick shower before very nothing but his sweatpants.
He threw you an oversized T-shirt and insisted you wear it, “but I have plans for today,” Iwaizumi shook his head, “no buts, princess,”
Breakfast was literally just Chinese takeout and so was lunch and so was dinner. Or probably microwavable meals because Iwaizumi is just too lazy to wash the dishes and he just doesn’t want to let you go.
Iwaizumi felt bad for ruining your plans so he allowed you to pick a movie/series to binge watch on.
Iwaizumi couldn’t concentrate on the movie at all, he was busy staring at you. Kisses your cheek constantly and will eventually kiss you on the lips, proceeds to have a lazy makeout session soon after.
Iwaizumi will absentmindedly trace circles on your back and you start getting drowsy and eventually fall asleep. He sees you so cuddled up and all and he doesn’t dare to move a single muscle because you’re just so adorable but his leg is starting to numb oh shit.
Iwaizumi gently moves away but you wake up and he’s so guilty but you don’t care.
The both of you continue watching ‘movies’ all day long. (more like the both of you dozing in and out of sleep)
“Are you finally going out with Grace?” Kayne blushed. Ibis could hear Kayne’s blood pumping faster, clearly excited. “Wear buttons. Girls like taking off buttons.”
“We’re just hanging out.” Kayne told him.
Ibis didn’t seem to hear him. “You could miss a button too. When she comes over to fix it you can get her on your lap then-”
“We’re not doing that.” He interrupted the vampire.
Ibis shook his head and went to get a potion. He grabbed a tiny green mint colored flask and handed it to his friend. “Here.” Kayne raised an eyebrow at him. “For your breath. It’ll keep it minty even if you eat something disgusting. She’s a werewolf - potent nose.”
“You really shouldn’t have said that,” a voice spoke from behind him, pulling him away from the darkest depths of his mind.
Draco blinked the thoughts away and focused on what was in front of him instead. He leaned over the parapet and gazed at the courtyard below him. He watched students slowly exit the yard and step into the castle. The sky had begun to dim.
Draco licked his lips and sighed, “I had to do something.”
“No,” a gentle voice tore across the room and broke the eerie silence. Then the sound of soft tapping on wood - footsteps. “Not really.”
Draco didn’t move, but he shifted his gaze from the dark and empty sky to a pair of piercing green eyes. He shook his head and sighed, the edges of his lips twitched upward as if to form the faintest smile.
one could barely notice.
But Harry did.
Harry always does.
“Why do you always do that?” Harry asked. Draco shuffled his feet, stepped back a few inches, and shifted his weight to his arms which he propped on top the parapet. He tilted his head to the side for a better look at Harry. “Do what?”
“Defend me,” Harry leaned his back against the barrier and slung a lazy arm along it. “Even when you don’t have to.”
Draco rolled his eyes and smiled good naturedly. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. I’m perfectly aware of the fact that I don’t have to.” He looked away frowned. “And I don’t always do that,” he added as an afterthought.
“Yes, but why do it at all?” Harry prompted, but Draco didn’t speak. It frustrated Harry.
“Yesterday, some fifth years called you a murderer,” Harry’s lip twitched as he said this, voice hushed it was barely heard. “Then there was an article on the paper calling you a traitor weeks before that. And someone called you a… a coward just this morning.”
Draco smiled, bemused. “Well, I’m very much aware of all the different and occasionally colorful names that have been thrown at me for the past few months now, Potter, but I appreciate the reminder.”
“And you didn’t answer my question,” Harry heaved, a bit agitated. “All of that and you say nothing. Not a word. You don’t even stop to stare. So what makes me any different? Why defend me when you don’t even defend yourself?” Harry huffed. He ran his fingers through his hair and spoke again, although this time, his voice is softer, “It’s curious. Don’t you think?”
Draco laughed, and it’s the first real laugh Harry’s heard in weeks. His muscles relaxed at the wonderful sound and he eyed Draco with utmost curiosity. “What?”
“It’s not really that curious, no,” Draco smiled. “I don’t fight back when it’s me because I honestly don’t care what they think, so it’s perfectly okay. They don’t know what I’ve been through,” Draco fixed his gaze back to the dimly lit sky. Stars were beginning to show. “They don’t know all the horrors I’ve seen. All the pain I’ve suffered. All the trauma I carry.”
Harry didn’t speak, but he was listening. Draco took that as a sign to go on. “And I’ve had my fair share of mistakes. Loads in fact,” he chuckled. “So it’s not like I’m actually innocent.”
“It’s still not fair,” Harry prodded.
Draco’s eyes fell back to Harry’s and it stayed there. “No, it’s not,” he agreed. He was smiling, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Draco was pained and Harry saw that. He often saw that, and it always pricked his chest. But it burned him when Draco finally broke down one night and he felt it.
It was dark and cold that night, their only comfort being each other.
Harry had held his hand and Draco gripped it. He gripped it so tight as his shoulders shook. And they stayed there, in the tower, like that. Like two lost boys. Broken boys. And Harry didn’t let go of his hand, even when they both fell asleep.
Draco stood to shift his position and leaned one side to the barrier, facing Harry. “You see, Potter-” Harry gave him a stern look and Draco rolled his eyes before correcting himself. “Harry,” he let his name drawl for emphasis and Harry gave an approving nod, smiling.
“I’m not fond of fighting other people’s battles for them. I have enough on my plate as it is. So it really falls on you how you choose to deal with your own pain,” he licked his lips. Sighed. “But I refuse to just stand there and watch people ridicule you because of me. My battles are mine and mine alone. You shouldn’t have anything to do with it.”
“I don’t mind,” Harry interjected. And he meant it.
“Of course you don’t,” Draco scoffed. “But I do,” he looks deep into Harry’s eyes. “I do.”
Harry sighed, wanting to insist that it really didn’t matter. But he didn’t because he knew that Draco couldn’t be swayed. So he just nodded his head instead.
Harry bumped his shoulders against Draco’s and they both shared a smile.
Just like that, without any need for words, Draco knew it was Harry’s way of saying I care about you, too.
Anon: Hi! I was wondering if you could please do a scenario with Loco where you are stressed about school and he wants to help. Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day! ❤❤
Loco x Reader - Fluff
You groaned once more and launched your pen across the room in irritation, you hated college and with exams were around the corner you were stressed and ready to drop out. Hyukwoo chuckled at the frown on your face he picked up the pen you threw and sat next to you at the kitchen table “Need some help?” You lay your head on the table “Hyukwoo, I’m dropping out! I hope you don't mind me sleeping and eating for the rest of my life.” Hyukwoo laughed at you and shook his head “Come on baby I’ll help you” You perched up and wrapped your arms around his torso, he patted your back and ran a hand through your hair.
“You can’t give up now! How about a break?” You snuggled into his chest and sighed as you knew a break wouldn’t be much help. You let go of him and stared down at your books, not understanding a single word you decided to at least try. Hyukwoo smiled at your determination, even though you were in the middle of a break down ready to give up, you never did. It was one of the many qualities he loved about you.
Hyukwoo stayed with you, he quietly observed you as your eyebrows furrowed at something you didn’t understand to how you bit your lip when you were concentrating. He smiled at your soft sighs and how your hair hung flawlessly around your face.
“You’re beautiful” You raised your head to stare at Hyukwoo while thinking about the words that dropped out his mouth so effortlessly. He gave you a loving smile as you said nothing to him, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and licked your lips. The silence was serene, the man in front of the only important thing right now, who cares about exams when you have a loving boyfriend in your life.
“Shouldn’t you be focusing on your work?” You shook your head as you let your mouth fall open, he was beautiful yet you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. He chuckled as he stared back at you with the same adoration and love that you did “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” His cheeks flushed a red as he listened to the words you spoke, he shook his head and leant closer to you. You abandoned your pen and shifted your body towards him “You really are” The exams long forgotten about the books in front no longer valued as you gazed into your boyfriend’s captivating eyes.
Hyukwoo kissed your cheek and stroked it with his thumb “Come on, let’s study” You smiled as Hyukwoo didn’t need to be here with you, he could be out with his friends or doing his own work, but here he was being supportive and loving as always. You stared back at your books but with less resentment and irritation you picked up your pen and started scribbling down notes finally feeling confident that you can pass these exams, especially with Hyukwoo by your side.
a/n this wasn't really what you requested but isss cute soo….
Natemare fluff request- (do they sleep?idk) Natemare can't settle down while going to bed so the reader quietly sings to him while cuddling. Idk I just need all da natemare fluff!!!
You were woken up by a not so soft humming, you looked at the alarm clock on your bed and it read 12:45. You sighed and looked to the entity pacing at the foot of your bed and sat up, “Mare, come to bed” You muttered, he looked at you and shook his head, “Cant sleep” He said softly. You smiled tiredly and patted the bed next to you. He complied and laid next to you.
You ran your fingers through his hair and he sighed contently. It worked for a little while before he grew restless again. He groaned and looked at you, “Sing to me” He murmured, you nodded sleepily and tried to think of a song.
“I’m down but you know I’m not out, I’ve got another round Second wind and it’s picking me up right off the ground I’m coming back again” You sang softly, he looked up at you with a look that screamed ‘really?’. You shrugged, “It was the last thing I listened to before bed”, now he just looked offended. You shushed him and continued singing.
“Can’t break me I’m not givin’ up, I gotta prove them wrong Take your time ‘cause I’m not taking mine, I gotta stand up strong Voice in my head said to keep on going Don’t let 'em see you bleed, don’t want your weakness showing Need you to see me If you could just believe me Tell me it’ll all be fine, that’s a lie If I don’t reach out then how could it be mine? Need you to see me And know what it’s like to be me If you could just believe me” you sang. You looked down and smiled at the sleeping man next to you, you kissed his head and curled up next to him, “Night, Mare” you giggled sleepily, nightmare…
Sorry it’s so short! But I think it’s okay, thanks for the asks!
Rosalie: I’m just going to get the usual. A half veggie burger with half real meat burger. One piece of lettuce with the ketchup and mustard on the side with the fries on the burger. Oh and don’t forget to have him deep fry the burger.
Tarren: With extra gravy on the burger. I see it’s the Rosalie special for today. What about you Erik?
Erik: I just want two slices of the pepperoni pizza please. Usual drinks too. Thanks.
Tarren: Coming right up. Hey Earl! Rosalie’s Special! Double dunk in grease dude!
Earl: Oh come on Rosalie! Can’t you order off the menu like a regular person?
Rosalie: When you change your menu I’ll change my order!
Earl sighed as Tarren laughed hard. Erik shook his head while handing the menus back to Tarren.
Erik: One day he is going to come out of that kitchen and whoop you.
You growled as you parried off of Anakin’s lightsaber. Your fellow Jedi just smirked in amusement. You two had been sparring for the last half hour and you had yet to successfully go on the offensive. There was a certain reason why too.
“Your skill it quite unique, Y/N,” he complimented you. You grit your teeth attempting to focus. “Useless too.” He shook his head, straightening his posture. “No. Just more raw.”
You cocked your head to the side in confusion. Anakin chuckled making your stomach flutter. You closed your eyes a moment to calm down as well as refocus…again.
“Alright. How do I clean it up?” you asked. Anakin raised his hands, and lightsaber, defensively. “No attacks?” You nodded. “No attacks.”
Anakin glided over to you, sheathing his own weapon. He walked around behind you. Gently, he placed his hands on your core and back. He was definitely closer than he needed to be.
“Firstly, tighten your core. When you use your core, you’ll have more power in your swing.” You swallowed. “And?” Anakin placed his hands on yours. “Loosen your drip on the hilt a bit. Your knuckles don’t have to be white every time.” “Th-Thank you,” you stuttered.
Anakin glanced down at your bashful face. He couldn’t help but grin at you. Your face was flushed red.
“Are you blushing?” “What?” you panicked, “No. Y-Your blushing!” He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Right,” he drawled, “Explains your lack of focus.”
You slapped your face with your palm. You hadn’t been as sneaky as you thought.
REMEMBER HOW VIKTOR SKATES STAY CLOSE TO ME TO YUURI IN THE ABSOLUTE FIRST SCENE
AND THEN HE GETS THIS SMILE ON HIS FACE
THIS IS THE SOFTEST VIKTOR
especially when you consider how sad he looks while skating the same program at Worlds, because although it might be an artistic choice I also think it’s meant to highlight the deep longing Viktor feels for someone to be close to
NOT ONLY DOES HE GET TO PAIR SKATE THIS PROGRAM WITH THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE HE ALSO FINALLY GETS TO PERFORM IT KNOWING THAT HE’S NOT ALONE ANYMORE BECAUSE YUURI WILL NEVER LEAVE HIM
This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth.
“Bellamy…are you up
there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”
“I only woke up
yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker
in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the
radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you
“Bellamy, my mom was
right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at
me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I
hope you aren’t either.”
His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down
to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.
Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes?
Word Count: 3,408
Warnings: swearing, smut
You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.
One of my campers this week was a really sweet kid, very respectful and engaged, and honesty one of my favorites… but holy shit was he a weeaboo. He did the Naruto run everywhere he went, named a crab he caught on the beach “Sasuke”, and before every challenge course, he’d plop down in front of everyone in the lotus position and announce that he needed to “meditate” in order to “replenish his chakra”. Once, he did this in the middle of a dodgeball game and got nailed in the face by the ball. (He was fine, and thought it was almost as funny as everyone else did.)
To my surprise, his classmates just kind of rolled with this, and framed everything he did as a ninja challenge. After I got unclipped him from the giant swing, he shook his head sadly and announced that he’d failed his training by showing emotion and screaming.
It was nearly blinding when the purplish-grey dust flew around you and Dean. Before it could all clear out, and the two of you could actually see, Sam had nailed the witch. One bullet, directly through the back of her head, and you were fine. She collapsed into a heap on the ground, and that was that.
Sam’s nose scrunched up as he approached the two of you. “What the hell did she douse you guys with?”
“Some of her freak weirdo witch juice,” Dean grumbled, practically gagging at the stench that was coming from the dust. “I need to shower, like now.”
“Good thing we’re not far from the motel,” you chimed in. “So what do we do with Bellatrix over there?”
Dean scoffed, “really? Out of all the iconic witches, you pick the one from Harry Potter?”
You chuckled softly and excused yourself from the conversation you were having with one of your friends.
Harry drunkenly plopped his body next to yours, his body almost on top of yours. He buried his face into your neck and smiled.
As if your hands had a mind of their own, they started to rub his back in a soothing matter. “How are you doing, birthday boy?”
Harry hummed and pulled his body back so he could look at you properly. He had a stupid, drunk, smile on his face. “I’m having the time of my life!”
You laughed, heart swelling at your best friend. “Good! You deserve the world.”
Even in Harry’s drunken state, his stomach did backflips hearing your words.
“Harry! Come on, let’s dance!” a female voice shouted from the middle of the dance floor.
You cleared your throat and nodded your head towards her, “Your girlfriend is calling you.”
Harry looked back between Brooklyn and you. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by Brooklyn calling him once again.
You tapped on his cheek, “Go! We’ll talk later!” Harry gave you a peck on your cheek and promised to meet up again later and proceeded to dance with Brooklyn.
You stared as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a hard kiss to which she returned, her arms wrapping around his neck. You cleared your throat and looked down at the beer bottle in your hands before taking a long chug from it.
Louis came over and sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “I saw that.”
You looked at Louis and smirked, “What? Saw Harry acting like a proper drunk idiot?”
Louis shook his head and returned a smirk back to you, “No. Saw you drooling over the drunk idiot.”
You smacked Louis hard on his chest. “I told you that in secrecy!”
Louis rubbed where you hit him and gave you a look, “Oi! I haven’t told anyone!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m surprised you haven’t with that giant mouth of yours.”
Louis held his hands up in defense, “To be honest with you, I am too.”
You gave him one more look before the two of you burst out into laughter. You shook your head and looked back to Harry and Brooklyn dancing to a slower song, arms wrapped around each other. Still looking at him, you told Louis, “Doesn’t matter. He would never feel the same anyways.”
The next morning, you woke up to a slight headache. Damn it. Should have drank more water last night. You picked up your phone to see several messages from Harry, no doubt he texted it to you when he was drunk; the thought making you smile softly.
Y/N love! Miss you!
We should totally rent a boat.
Promised you a dance! Where r u
Did u leave u dick
LOL you don’t have a dick
Wait do u
You laughed at Harry’s texts, wondering how in the world could he ever get these kind of ideas in his head. You glanced at the time at the top of your phone and figured you should make sure he got home alright.
“Hello?” Harry groggily answered.
“Morning sunshine.” You smiled getting up from your bed, heading over to the kitchen.
“I am anything from being in a sunshine mood this morning” Harry said, eyes closed, snuggling into his covers. “Can you bring me breakfast?”
You shut your fridge door and balanced the phone between your ear and shoulder, twisting a water bottle open, “Pass.”
Harry groaned loudly into the phone, “But it’s my birthday!”
You gulped down your swig of water, “It was last night, idiot!” Harry pouted, “But I’m hungry. And you love me.”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Harry whined, “Please Y/N.”
You sighed and smiled, shaking your head. “Fine.”
Harry cheered before wincing from the sudden movement, very hung over. “Maybe bring some aspirin as well.”
You were humming to yourself softly, holding a bag filled with Harry’s favorite breakfast: Avocado toast. Yours: A chocolate croissant.
You walked up to George, Harry’s doorman and dropped a bag in front of him. You smiled, “Hey George.”
George looked up at you and smiled before reaching into the bag. “Morning Miss Y/L/N.”
“I grabbed you a breakfast sandwich this time. George put his hand over his heart, “A woman that knows my heart.”
You laughed and walked away, “See ya, George!”
After taking the elevator to Harry’s apartment, you finally got to his door. You pulled his spare key out of your pocket and unlocked the door. You shut the door quietly, careful not to make too much noise. You placed your purse and bad with food on the counter. You began to walk to Harry’s bedroom but froze instantly. You heard a very loud moan come out of his room. You peeked your head from behind the hallway and were met with a rather disgusting sight. Brooklyn was on her knees in front of Harry. You quickly turned around and walked away, picking up the food and purse on your way out. Once you finally exited his apartment, you leaned against the door and sighed. She must of came over as soon as we hung up. Not wanting to let the food go to waste, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone.
Louis sat at his dining room table, hand on his chin, pouting, “If I knew you were going to give me this, I wouldn’t have answered your text.” You shrugged your shoulders, finishing the rest of your croissant. “Harry loves that.”
Louis crossed his arms and mumbled, “Harry also likes sardines.”
You wiped your mouth before Louis spoke up again, “Why didn’t you just give him this then?”
You picked at the button on the top of your shirt, “I was but decided not to.”
Louis stared at you, “Brooklyn was there wasn’t she?”
You sighed and shook your head yes. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brooklyn. She was a very sweet girl. You tried to look for something small to dislike her but unfortunately, you couldn’t. Brooklyn was lovely. She was someone Harry needed.
Louis bit his lip, a look of sympathy on his face. He didn’t understand how Harry could be so blind. Y/N was perfect in his eyes. She was funny, the right amount of sassy, and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have the honor to call her their girlfriend. Wanting to change your mood, he asked, “Let me show you something.”
“Louis! That was awesome!” You shouted. The two of you were sat in Louis’s mini studio inside his apartment. He just played back a song that he was recently working on, planning for it to be his next hit.
Louis pressed the stop button and smiled brightly at you, “You liked it?”
“Loved it! So proud of you!” You smiled, giving him a hug. Louis smiled and hugged you back a little tighter, “I’m glad.”
Harry was sat on the couch in your living room apartment, feet on the coffee table. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” You came back into the living room, popcorn in your hands. You sat next to him, getting into the same comfortable position as well. You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed the remote, going through the DVR. You clicked on the episode of Game of Thrones you were looking for and nestled into the couch a little more. “Wait, you skipped an episode. We didn’t watch that one yet.” Harry interrupted you.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I watched that episode with Louis the other night” you said, grabbing the remote again. “I’ll watch it again if you’ll like.”
Harry turned his body so it was facing you, “Since when have you and Louis started hanging out?”
You shrugged your shoulders once more, “We’ve always hung out.” Harry scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah..but never alone..”
You gave him a confused look, “What does that have to do with anything?”
Harry sighed, “It doesn’t but I didn’t know you guys were on that friendship level..”
You gave him one more look before laughing, “Louis is great company, what’s the big deal?”
Harry got back into his position and rested his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, a sense of worry going through his body. “I’m being silly, sorry love. Can we watch the episode?”
You were holding your chest, trying to gain your breath back. Louis stood next to you, tapping his foot, hands on his hips. “Y/N-” You held up your finger, still trying to catch your breath.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N it was only a block!”
You and Louis started to grab some takeout. While you guys were walking back to his apartment, it started to rain. Not wanting the food to get ruined, Louis suggested the two of you to run the short distance. Finally, you were able to breathe. You narrowed your eyes at him, “I could have slipped on the rain and died.”
The two of you stepped into the elevator, he smirked at you. “That would be an unfortunate way to die. ‘Girl defeated by rain.’ Now that’s a buzzfeed article I would read.”
Ever since Harry’s birthday party, you and Louis became insanely close. At first you saw Louis as a distraction from your feelings for Harry but eventually you grew to really enjoy his company. Louis always admired you and hanging out with you lately has made his feelings for you grow more.
After the two of you finished the food, you really wanted to hear Louis’s new song again. Louis pretended to be annoyed but his heart warmed at the thought of you loving his song. As Louis played back the song, you began dancing like a mad woman. Louis was watching you, laughing at your horrid dance moves. As you were dancing, your foot caught on one of the wires that was on the floor. Louis quickly grabbed you before you fell to the floor. You placed your hands on his arms and looked up at him. You don’t know who kissed who first but you soon found yourself sitting on Louis’s lap, hands tangled in his hair. The two of you kissing as his song was playing quietly in the background, repeating itself.
You were walking to your door, hand in your hand, smiling at Louis’s latest text to you. You quickly sent him a text, arranging to meet up later. As soon as you opened the door, Harry was on the other side. His hand was up, looking like he was going to knock before you opened the door. “Hey. what are you doing here?” you asked, putting your phone into your back pocket.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (both receiving), Bondage, Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Masturbation, Thomas’s giant dick pressing into his jeans (cause hot damn we all know it does)
Notes: Some cute lil nonnie said they wanted me to write another Thomas smut. So kinky Thomas it is. Thanks @stilinski-jpeg@minhosmeanhoe and @dylan-trash-tbh for yelling at me to write this so much. Otherwise I would have kept procrastinating. I hope this is worth yelling at me so much.