He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.
And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.
He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.
He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.
He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.
And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.
For years Draco had been waiting.
He had waited in vain. But not anymore.
Draco was sick of waiting.
What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?
He probably would have to wait forever.
No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?
Yes, it was time to act.
Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.
He was sick of waiting.
He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.
There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.
He was so sick of waiting.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.
Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.
He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.
Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.
“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”
He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.
Because he was so tired of waiting.
His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.
Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.
He had waited for this so long. This was it.
Or was it?
Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.
Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.
His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.
Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.
Wow. Okay. Hey everyone (that’s still around). YCPfE and I are finally back. Like. Actually back.
I know it’s been a long break and I kind of disappeared after saying I’d update - and I know there’s only so much I can say to excuse myself, but a bunch of things kind of all happened at once. (After I got out of the hospital, my father went into hospital (hence the trip back to my other home), and then because it was so bad, I had to move him halfway across the country to come live with me for a while. THEN, if that wasn’t enough, one of my partner’s family members was murdered. And they left behind a 4-year-old daughter, who, for quite a while, it looked like we were going to adopt. (It didn’t end up happening.) Plus a few other things I don’t want to get into.)
BUT, now that my life has somewhat calmed down and there doesn’t seem to be any life-changing things on the horizon, I can finally get back to writing.
I hope you’ll all forgive me for the really long hiatus and not getting a chapter out when I said I would. I promise that I’ll do better at keeping you guys updated. I’m going to do my best at responding to the messages I can and getting back on track with original content here. If you have any questions or just want to rant to me, please feel free to message me.
AS IT IS. I’ll be updating Wednesday. I just need Tuesday to do a bit of editing and I should be good to go. I’ll get you a teaser in a few hours as well, just so you know this is actually happening.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Words: 930 ( I promise nex part is gonna be bigger)
You barely slept that night; you couldn’t relax your muscles neither your mind.
You packed and repacked your suit case five times; you watered your house
plants and read a book about a girl who relived the day of her death over and
weren’t ready to spent six days at your hometown, when you looked at the clock
was 5 a.m. and you had a flight to catch in 6 hours. You took a long shower
letting the water wash your worries away, after that you cleaned your apartment
one last time.
still have one hour to spent, you lay on your couch hopping that you can take a
quick nap but no. Your conversation with your mother keeps playing in your
whew! the batch of ml fashion requests, finally! these took so long for me to spill out you can actually see my style change. thank you to everyone who requested, you all have the best ideas i swear. also sidenote: if you don’t see your request here, that’s because i have bigger plans for it >vo+
so my darling bf @howtheskycries sent me this shirt which exists in real life:
and said “Au where everything is the same but rhys wears this shirt instead of his other one.”
and I couldn’t stop laughing. Naturally, I had to draw him in it.
I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING. Rhys tries to justify this by saying he’s tired of cutting holes in all his shirts. It gives his arm more freedom.
I am still pretty rubbish at drawing bodies and clothing, but I tried to model Rhys’ face after the way @lutnik draws him! I am obsessed with their art style. Even though it seems they don’t use tumblr anymore, you should seriously check their work out (:
NOW, I BEG OF YOU TO DRAW RHYS IN THIS SHIRT AND ADD IT TO THIS POST.
I’M GONNA DO A QUICK LIL INTRODUCTION HERE SISTERS! bc i’m lame and new!!! well i’m not new to the fandom etc but this is a fresh blog and this is the first time i’ve ever posted my writings anywhere for the general public (who happens to be searching for harry styles smut) can read it and I’M GEEKIN TBQH!! anyway, hi hello – i have a name, but im gonna let u guys call me T, even tho my name starts w H. H would get too confusing should this work out the way i’m hoping it will! so i’m T. and i like writing and harry styles and so i thought i, along with everyone i scream about H to in the wee hours of the night, would probably find it beneficial if i had blog where i could do that and ppl who actually want to read about how i want him to spit in my mouth! i’ve been a silent lurker of the tags for awhile now (shoutout to @stylesunchained, @permanentcross, @jawllines, @canistay-haz for the inspo behind me finally making this godforsaken blog) (please be my friend) (i’m very intimidated by all of u). so yeah i hope this works out, and if not then it was fun to share this little bit of a something with all of u! and if it does then i’ll likely post a pt 2 to this! if u like it like/reblog if ur into the kinda thing ig :) also my praise kink is jsut as alive as harrys and my ask box is always open to discuss either one <3
“Pet,” he starts, and you smile, because after a long moment of just standing there and listening to each other breathe, you hear the familiar nickname and know you’ve got him back. “You are the meanest, most stubborn, woman ’ve ever met. Got a bloke full on puttin’ himself out there in front ‘f thousands, ‘nd you run away. Same bloke tells ya’ exactly what he means even after that, 'nd ya’ tell me I don’t mean it?” He murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear it. “Tell me how I can prove it to ya’,” he adds before you can get another word in, and he seems to already have a good idea, because his nose is brushing against yours already, but you quickly figure out that it’s going to take you asking for it before he does it, because Harry’s humble, but he has his pride, and you doubt he needs you fucking with it anymore tonight.
“’M going to start screaming if you don’t kiss me in the next three seconds,” you state, and he’s laughing as he presses his lips to yours, his hand cupping your cheek, and it’s gentle and soft and everything you ever imagined kissing Harry for the first time would be like.
And that’s how you die.
Harry’s your best friend and then you realize a lot of things, mostly that you’re an idiot
Warnings: Aaaaaaaangst. Like horrible life sort of backstory.
Summary: You’re a mutant who was experimented on by Stryker. He changed your mutation so instead of feeling others’ emotions and transferring emotions to them, you can now only transfer emotions and you feel nothing.
A/N: I have a final tomorrow what the fuck am I doing? Let me know if you want to be tagged. Also, Pietro is alive here.
"#the last hours #not gonna lie #i want nothing to do with this series if matthew and james aren't canon" really? wtf?
yes, i said it.
first of all, james and matthew are very gay/bi/pan-coded in nothing but shadows, the book from shadowhunter academy where they meet and basically follow the classic enemies to friends to lovers trope that we all love so much. there are so many quotes that made myself as well as my best friend (we are obsessed with this otp together) believe that james and matthew were into each other in a non-straight/bro way. here are a few:
“That was when Matthew Fairchild said, “Sir,” and smiled.
James had forgotten about The Smile, even though it was often broken out to great effect at family parties. The Smile won Matthew extra time before bed, extra Christmas pudding, extra anything he wanted. Adults were helpless to resist The Smile.
Matthew gave his all to this particular smile. Butter melted. Birds sang. People slipped about dazed amid the butter and birdsong.”
okay sorry but does one really wax that fucking poetic about some guy they’re not attracted to? no.
then later, to further prove this point:
“Matthew glanced at him and smiled: it was The Smile, gradual and illuminating as sunrise, and James had the sinking feeling that he might not be immune after all.”
ha. not immune to The Smile. james refers to matthew’s smile as a proper fucking noun. that’s not gay at all, folks. also, referring to your bro’s smile as being akin to the sun, just bros being bros.
“I was jealous of you first. I was jealous of everything about you, and I still am.”
“Wait,” said Matthew. “Wait, wait, wait. You don’t like me because I am so very charming?”
He threw his head back and laughed. He kept laughing. He laughed so much that he had to come and sit beside James on the step, and then he laughed some more.
“Stop it, Matthew,” James grumbled. “Stop laughing. I am sharing my innermost feelings with you. This is very hurtful.”
“I’ve been in a bad mood this whole time,” said Matthew. “You think I’m charming now? You have no idea.”
James punched him in the arm. He could not help smiling. He saw Matthew noticing, and looking very pleased with himself.”
THIS IS GAY.
“He found Matthew looking at him. Matthew had known, all the time, exactly where he was.
“Jamie,” Matthew said, sounding unsettled but impressed. “That was terrifying.”
“It’s James, for the last time,” said James.
“No, I’m calling you Jamie for a little while, because you just displayed arcane power and calling you Jamie makes me feel better.”
James laughed, shakily, and that made Matthew smile. It did not occur to them until later that a student was dead, and the Shadowhunters feared and distrusted the demonic—that somebody would be blamed. James did not discover until the next day that his parents had been informed of everything that had transpired, and that he, James Herondale, was now officially expelled.”
to quote my best friend and roommate “when ur gonna be expelled but it’s chill bc ur crush smiled at u”
“Father, please,” James said in a quiet voice.
“Mr. Herondale, please!” said Matthew. “We cannot be parted.” James braced himself for the explanation about truth and beauty, but instead Matthew said, with devastating simplicity: “We are going to be parabatai.”
Father said: “Oh, I see.”
Matthew nodded encouragingly, and smiled encouragingly.
“Then nobody should come between you,” said Father.
“Nobody.” Matthew shook his head as he said “nobody,” then nodded again. He looked seraphic. “Exactly.”
HMM INTERESTING. CAN’T BE SEPARATED FROM EACH OTHER. BUT DIDN’T ACTUALLY PLAN ON BECOMING PARABATAI, DID IT ON A WHIM. SOUND FAMILIAR? YEAH ITS THE SAME EXACT SCENARIO AS EMMA/JULIAN. BINCH
now here comes the gayest quote
“We don’t … have to be parabatai,” Matthew said, his voice quiet under the sound of the blast. “I said it to make your father take me with you, so I could execute my new plan, but we don’t … have to. I mean, unless you … maybe want to be.”
James had thought he wanted a friend like himself, a parabatai who was shy and quiet and would enter in on James’s feelings about the terror of parties. Instead here was Matthew, who was the life and soul of every party, who made dreadful hairbrush decisions, who was unexpectedly and terribly kind. Who had tried to be his friend and kept trying, even though James did not know what trying to be a friend looked like. Who could see James, even when he was a shadow.
“Yes,” James said simply.
“What?” said Matthew, who always knew what to say.
“I’d like that,” said James. He curled his hands, one around his father’s coat sleeve, and one around Matthew’s. He held on to them, all the way home.”
moving on to my actual points.
i feel like it’s important to take into account that so far, emma and julian are the only parabatai relationship that’s been canon. (unless you count michael and robert, but since they never acted on those feelings in canon, and it never actually came to fruition bc robert had his Big Gay Panic, i’m not counting it for the sake of this argument.) if cassie is really telling us that in her four main series, as well as her side novellas and miniseries, etc. the only parabatai relationship we get to actually see be together and fall in love is a cishet couple, i will fucking scream. that’s really homophobic and gross, considering. but honestly cassie has never been into qu**r-baiting, that’s not her style. and homophobia has never been her thing. which is why i have to believe that matthew and james will be canon.
also, matthew is obviously not straight. and i’m not going to search for the ask, but cassie was once asked about matthew’s sexuality specifically, and she was like “i would rather… wait… till the books come out… for you to know.” or something to that degree. like, fam she would never say that if matthew was straight. like i said, not a qu**r-baiter. matthew is obviously into james, and their relationship as i said before was gay/bi/pan-coded in nothing but shadows. BUT you say, MAYBE james is straight and matthew’s love for him is just one-sided! and then he just ends up with a random dude side character!! um, no. that’s the same thing that happened with alec-jace-magnus in the mortal instruments. it would be lazy af to run with that same storyline again, and i honestly would fucking lose my mind if i had to deal with another unrequited gay parabatai love story ever again.
next, and honestly this is REALLY important to me as someone who’s not straight. clary, tessa, and emma. the three /main/ characters of the last three series were fucking straight. they were written straight in the books. canonically straight. yes obviously we all headcanon them as lgbt bc why wouldn’t we, but the point is that the narrative painted them as straight. (disclaimer, i have not read lord of shadows yet, so if emma and christina somehow got together in that book, i take this statement back.)
with her fourth and possibly final (??) series coming out, how could she pass up the chance to make the main character lgbt? the world has changed since she started publishing her books ten fucking years ago in 2007. readers and publishers are much more open and willing to accept lgbt main characters and main relationships. she made alec gay back in 2007, which honestly seemed groundbreaking at the time, but having a side lgbt relationship in your novel is hardly groundbreaking in 2017. everyone’s doing that. but, she has a chance now, with all her popularity and money, and the fact that her books no matter what are instant bestsellers, to finally make her /MAIN/ main character non-straight. she can do anything she fucking wants. so!!! why!!! not!!! make!!! james!!! fucking!!! herondale!!! bisexuall???
and another thing, while i’m ranting like the crazy person that i am. yes, clearly james and cordelia get ~married and have kids or whatever the fuck according to that family tree we saw when clockwork princess came out. BUT keep in mind that at the time, cassie herself said that the family tree had purposeful inaccuracies and she left out the fairchild family line on purpose.
cordelia imo is obviously going to bi, pan, or a lesbian, and end up with anna. that’s just my two cents, and honestly i’m really happy about that because in all her fifty or so books, the amount of wlw is astoundingly low. obviously theres helen/aline, but they are background characters and a background relationship, and we didn’t even see them get together. so i’m glad there will be a wlw relationship in the core main group of the last hours. STILL though, still, that just means that cordelia and james got fake married so they could be with other people. but back to my original point: it makes more sense for that person to be matthew, rather than grace.
another thought to consider is that tlh and tda are meant to parallel each other in multiple ways. i know this seems obvious, but i have to believe that one of these parallels is the whole falling-in-love-with-your-parabatai-making-you-both-monsters drama that jem brought up. JEM, who had a very close relationship with his favorite nephew james and tried to comfort him when james thought he was ‘becoming a monster’ in nothing but shadows. i haven’t even read lord of shadows yet but idgaf bc this obviously still holds up.
tldr; obviously james and matthew should and can be together. and like i said in those tags, if they aren’t i have no interest in the book series.
Honestly these messages about how we need to “just get a job and work,” or “we all struggle sometimes,” are seriously so revealing. When I posted my donations post to keep me from falling behind this month I kept getting the “just get a job and work,” response. And like… I do work and I do stuff on the side to make extra money. Falling behind this month isn’t just going to fuck me over for this one month, it’s going to take time to catch back up. It’s going to put me in a position I don’t want to be in and since I take care of my dad, it’s going to fuck him over as well. I COULD accept all that and just let everything fall behind and hope it all works out in the (very) long run. Or I can ask for help and get a couple dollars here and there to drastically change the outcome.
My fellow mod who asks for help with school is not going to do a couple side gigs here and there and pay off thousands and thousands in debt. You tell her to do better and work harder (which you don’t know her situation) and expect it all to magically work out. Like, you all say that you understand what it means to struggle but you really fucking don’t. You think you all have all the answers when you don’t. What’s her donations posts doing that hurt you all so much? Fucking nothing so butt out.
Of course we all struggle with hard times but those of us who are desperately poor and living in not-so-ideal situations don’t bounce back next week or next month or even next year. This shit affects us for a long time. Why should we be ashamed to ask for a few bucks? If you don’t like it you can block us, ignore us, blacklist the tags, or keep scrolling. You’re the ones who chose to get pissy about it, don’t make an effort to block the posts or us, and then come into our inbox demanding we act a way that’s acceptable to you. Worry about yourselves, ffs.
We work hard on this blog, we spend hours a day explaining things, signal boosting, writing up information posts, keeping you all up to date on the news, explaining what certain news stories means, provide PDFs and free books, etc. and then we occasionally might ask for a little help in return (which again YOU CAN IGNORE) and we’re the bad guys. Get off our blog if you don’t like it, it’s not that difficult.
gijinka for my newest derg. his gene plan is already ruining me and i can’t even afford it yet
son of someone ver rich. ambushed in the desert and is now recovering from his injuries in the village. they obviously stole everything from him and he’s now afraid to go back home and trying to find a legit reason why should Obsidian let him live here. also his gay ass might have a crush on someone from the village which is another reason why he wants to stay lmao
After hours of tossing and turning, you gave up. You couldn’t get your mind off what you had witnessed on the bridge, the man - if he could be called that - was heartless, cold, bloodthirsty, and above all, a killer.
Still dressed in the same clothes, you grabbed your bag and a jacket, knowing exactly where you were headed, but unsure if you’d be able to find anything. The streets were mostly empty, as to be expected at 4am, so the drive to the DCPD building was quick and quiet.
The security officer jolts away as your steps click towards him, “Hey Shaun,” you say, giving him a kind smile,
“Detective Y/L/N,” he says with a groggy voice, “I was just… Resting my eyes,”
You force a chuckle, making him relax as you scan your key card and make your way to the elevator, not wanting to stand around and chat. You’re getting impatient, and your foot unconsciously taps as the elevator seems to crawl upwards. Finally the doors open and you make a beeline for your desk.
Once logged in, you repeat the same process that you had at home; searching for anything and everything you could find that related to yesterday’s events. This time you had more luck. Your search seemed to return one file, labelled S.H.I.E.L.D.
the past decade the Western VN scene has
dramatically. From being the realm of a few die-hard fans enviously
eyeing those who could read Japanese, it’s become a small but profitable
niche of the Western game industry. With both home-grown talent and
official localisations starting to target the expanding fan-base, we can
expect to see changes in the kind of content being produced. This
series of posts will try to track those changes and perhaps offer a
glimpse into where the medium is going.
When you reached the hotel, you still couldn’t really believe you had said yes to this. The moment Josh had suggested flying you out to see one of his shows, you didn’t really think much of it. You weren’t a huge fan of airplanes and you honestly didn’t really want to leave Brendon either. But after another phone call from Josh and talking over it with Brendon, it was best you went and spent a day or two with Josh, just enough time for you to act like everything was normal, and then go back home and fuck Brendon senseless. It was honestly so screwed up, but you couldn’t help it. Much less, Brendon was temporary. After Josh comes home from tour, Brendon will be gone, and everything will be back to normal again. Right? You had been very careful too. Any time you did stuff with Brendon, you made sure it was protected sex, you washed your clothes from the smell of weed, you tried to sober up the best you could, you changed his contact name in your phone to simply Bren, and you had warned him not to give you any hickeys or scratch marks a week before your flight to see Josh. Maybe if you faked it good enough, Josh wouldn’t even notice anything had changed about you. When you walked into the lobby, you looked around, eyes scanning for that familiar face, and when you found it, you melted. It was then that it finally sunk in that you hadn’t seen him in so long.
There he was. The boy you originally fell in love with. His curly hair was bright yellow now but everything else was the same. Cat-like smile, squinty coffee colored eyes, that gorgeous tattoo sleeve, edgy gages, a tiger tank top, ripped black jeans, usual sneakers, and arms open wide, ready to hug you. You knew you had missed him earlier, but now, the feeling had intensified a million times worse. You felt as if you had been missing and empty and heartbroken, and now, being able to run into his arms and hold him tight, all of you was complete. “There she is,” Josh beamed, pulling you into his embrace and kissing your lips. “I missed you so much.”
“I don’t want to let go,” you whispered, clinging onto him so tight. “Fuck, I missed you so much Josh. I missed your voice, I missed these arms, I missed those lips, I just-”
“Y/n,” he breathed your name and pulled your face back towards his, kissing you again and again and again, fingers tangled in your hair. It felt like resurfacing to catch your first breath of air after being drowned into the dark depths of the water. It was refreshing and relieving and so joyful, calmness and coolness and nothing but love laced within his words. It tasted as if there was pure sugar coating his lips, his tongue dipped in honey, his hands soft cotton candy against your skin. When you both finally pulled away to catch your breath you laughed, wrapping each other in your arms again, then pulling away.
“You should probably take me up to the room before we spend another hour kissing in this lobby,” you teased.
“Actually, uh, I have to be at sound check in the next ten minutes,” he explained, scratching the back of his head. “As much as I’d love to catch up, I still have work to do.”
“Can I tag along?” you wondered.
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he nodded excitedly. “It’ll just be me and Tyler goofing around, but I’d love if you came. Let’s just give your bags to Mark and then we’ll take off.”
Honestly, you truly did miss Josh. You didn’t even realize half of how much you missed him until you saw him again. Sitting on the edge of the stage, smiling up at the boys and dangling your feet from the side, you couldn’t help but admit that there was nowhere else you’d rather be. You listened to the clash of cymbals and beat of the drums, Josh bouncing up and down in his seat, nodding his head to the rhythm. Tyler gave you an overenthusiastic wave and hug earlier, telling you how much Josh missed you and complained about you being gone, and now to see him singing his heart out, playing the ukulele, closing his eyes and swaying side to side, you knew this was where you truly belonged. This was the band that you fell in love with, just like you fell in love with Josh. After they finished the song, you clapped and cheered, earning a bow from Tyler and a wink and blown kiss from Josh.
The show that night was just as spectacular. You danced and sang with Jenna as the lights flickered around the arena, the fans roared, the boys played their hearts out. It was amazing. The two boys were rolling around in hamster balls, being lifted up on their drum kits in the crowd, doing backflips and jumps off the piano, having drum battles, running around the arena, climbing up on towers, and all sorts of crazy shit. By the end when the confetti sprinkled into the air, you were hooting and hollering along with everyone else in the venue, grinning back at Josh after they had taken a bow, then racing up to meet him. “That was fucking phenomenal!” you cried, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him passionately. “Holy shit!”
“You liked it?” he laughed nervously, searching for approval within your eyes.
“I loved it!” you reassured. “Oh my goodness, Josh!”
“Come on,” Tyler gave you a teasing punch on the arm. “You know you were staring at me the entire time.”
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.
“Come on, Ty. Maybe if you ego can deflate a little bit and you stop bragging we’ll get to the restaurant sooner,” Jenna joked. “Can’t take a shower and get dressed if you stay out here flirting with Josh’s gal all night long.”
“Right, I have to behave for the Missus,” he smirked before leaning in and giving Jenna a kiss. “I think we’re heading out to get a bite to eat. You guys want to tag along after showers?”
“Nah, I think we’re going to head for the tour bus instead,” Josh explained.
“Wait. We’re not staying in the hotel tonight?” you raised an eyebrow.
“We have to travel overnight to get to tomorrow’s venue, we have an interview in the early morning,” Josh frowned. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you.”
“No, it’s fine,” you reassured. “I just uh, I think I overpacked then.” You weren’t about to admit that your reason for disappointment was because you’d have to fuck him in a cramped tour bus bunker instead of a nice comfy hotel bed all to yourselves, so you kept quiet.
“It’s okay,” Josh reassured.
While the boys took showers and got dressed, Jenna and you talked about some of the opening bands and some of your favorite local venues. Then Tyler and Jenna headed out for some food, leaving you and Josh in the tour bus alone. He was in an old gray t-shirt you had bought him, wearing some shorts and a black snapback, drinking a Red Bull and easing into the sofa, his arm around your shoulder. He was talking nonstop about some of the coffee shops he had visited in a couple cities prior to this one when you finally decided to cut him off with a kiss. When you pulled away, you chuckled. “Sorry, I just, um…” you looked away shyly. “I missed that. A lot.”
“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, setting down his energy drink. “You really did miss me?”
“More than you could ever imagine,” you sighed.
“Then let’s make up for lost time,” Josh whispered. He held your head in his hands, gently sifting his fingers through your hair and delving his tongue into your mouth, pressing it against yours, both of your eyes closed. It was as if moving in slow motion, floating through space, drifting underwater, blowing in the breeze. Each movement and touch was so graceful and careful.
“I missed you so much,” you mumbled against his lips. It was like falling through tufts of clouds, everything so soft and sweet and quiet and calming. His hands slid underneath your shirt and you hummed softly as he pulled it up over your head, tugging it gently off of your arms, tossing it to the ground. You then took it as your cue to slip your hands underneath his shirt, closing your eyes and sighing at the feeling of his abs underneath your palms, your skin sliding against his chest, his toned muscles making a small smile tug at the edges of your lips, then finding the hem of his shirt and helping him pull it up and off as well. You began to place kisses on his lips, his neck, his chest, his stomach, then slid down between his legs, glancing up to watch his face, eyes half lidded and biting down on his lower lip as you dipped your fingers into the waistband of his shorts, slowly sliding it off his body.
“God baby,” he inhaled a sharp breath as you tugged them off, then groped him carefully through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a moan from his lips. “I love that.”
“Yeah?” you couldn’t help but smirk. You took his boxers and slid them off his body, letting his erection spring free, then instantly kissing his head, pressing your tongue against his slit, taking him into your mouth, only making his moans grow louder, his fingers softly tousling your hair as you took him deeper and deeper.
“Mm that feels so good,” he hummed. You began to bob your head up and down, lips working down his shaft, hands on his hips, closing your eyes and loving the taste of him in your mouth. You felt him tense, a choked sigh get caught in his throat, and you knew he was close. You started swirling your tongue around his shaft. “Fuck-” as he came he lost control of his body, warm liquid pouring into your mouth and dribbling down your throat, you sucking him off and getting every drop, praise falling from his lips. You climbed back on top of him, about to place his lips on his when you both heard something you were definitely not expecting. A knock on the door.
“Holy shit,” your eyes went wide and you backed away from him, hopping off the couch and fumbling for your shirt. Josh instantly stood up and tugged up his boxers and shorts, then raced towards the door, glancing back to make sure you were fully dressed before opening it up. You nervously gulped down your nerves and gave a hesitant smile as Jenna and Tyler entered the tour bus.
“I thought I was going to freeze out there! You took forever to open the door, Josh!” Tyler teased. “Gosh, what were you doing? Up to no good I bet.”
“Just dozed off on the sofa,” he lied. “We’re a bit sleepy.”
“You can always turn in for the night if you want,” Jenna suggested. “We don’t mind a couple snorers. I think me and Ty are going to start up a movie though.”
“Oh okay,” you glanced at Josh, hoping to get across the point that you were still turned on beyond belief. You were aching to have his cock inside you, especially after that great blowjob, and all this time you had been away from him. Plus, you were already soaking wet. “Want to head to bed, Josh?” You were desperate for him to pick up on the hint.
“I don’t know, a movie sounds like fun, right?” he asked. A little part of you died on the inside.
“Maybe…” you drew out the word, still hoping he’d figure out what you were going for.
“Come on,” he insisted. “It’ll be fun.”
“Fine,” you complied, taking a deep breath and reassuring yourself that he must have something planned for later. He wouldn’t just leave you hanging like that, right?
It was at least a half an hour later, Jenna and Tyler curled up on one side of the couch, you and Josh on the other. Each couple had their own blanket, arms wrapped around each other, eyes on the screen. Tyler had popped in some latest hit blockbuster everyone had been talking about, and everyone had their gaze glued on the screen except for you. All you could think about was the ever growing wetness between your legs and how much you wished you could just fuck Josh right now. You could barely even stare at the television you were so distracted. You were leaning against Josh, his arms wrapped around your waist, both of you underneath the blanket when the idea came into your mind. You slid your hand down to meet his, your palm on top of his wrist, helping him gravitate towards where you needed his touch. Maybe if you could just get a little bit, he just fingered you nice and slow and you were subtle and quiet, Jenna and Tyler didn’t even have to find out. You slowly moved Josh’s hand towards your thigh and he glanced at you strangely. “Please?” you mouthed, inaudible, pleading eyes. He glanced at you, glaring, half annoyed half disgusted that you would even think it would be appropriate, then returned his attention to the movie. A bit hurt and offended, you tried again, urging his hand to push just a bit father, which really reeled in his attention, him turning his head towards you and full on glaring this time.
“Cut it out,” he muttered, wresting his hand away from your grip and then looking back at the movie. He glanced out the side of his eye at Jenna and Tyler, who didn’t seem to notice the small spectacle, and then shifted his gaze back to the screen.
“Josh,” you barely whined. You couldn’t help it. Your fingers snuck back to find his palm when he gave a menacing glare at you again, then leaned close to your ear.
“I told you to cut it out,” he hissed. “Look, this is not appropriate. Jenna and Tyler were kind enough to offer us to spend time with them, and this is what you’re going to do?”
You bit down hard on your tongue, so hard it began to bleed. Josh had never spoken to you like that before, or even looked at you with that kind of glance, a menacing glare you couldn’t even seem to pry out of your mind. Maybe he was right. You were the problem. Tears started to form in your eyes and Josh glanced at Jenna and Tyler again, who this time looked back, definitely picking up on the vibe. “Uh, something wrong?” Tyler wondered.
“No, we’re fine,” Josh reassured.
“I just need to use the restroom. It’s no big deal,” you insisted, pushing the blanket aside and getting up from your seat, walking out of the room and not even daring to look back. You assumed Josh would go after you, or at least you hoped he would, but nothing. Instead, you locked yourself in the bathroom, then sunk to the ground, tears falling down your cheeks.
You were right. Coming here was a bad decision. You felt miserable. That’s when there was a knock on the door, and you wiped your tears, getting up and opening up the door. Of course it was Josh. “Hey,” his voice was a lot softer. “Look, I’m sorry baby.”
“It’s fine,” you sniffled, still wiping a tear from your cheek. “I was just, not thinking right I guess.”
“No, it was me,” he insisted. “I was being selfish and stupid, I didn’t know they were coming, I promise we’ll sort this out. I wasn’t being considerate and after-” You shushed him with a kiss, pulling him into the bathroom and kicking the door shut with your foot, tangling your fingers into his hair and knocking off his snapback, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You were going so fast, spinning around and around, reckless and desperate, when Josh slowed you. He pulled away, rubbing small circles on your back, bringing you to a slow stop, as if reeling you back into reality. It was as if he was flashing a yield sign in your face, warning you to slow down, to take it easy, to relax. You took a deep breath, looking up into his cocoa eyes before kissing him again. This time it was how he liked it. Slow, soft, sweet, just right.
“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered softly when you pulled away and he began kissing your neck.
“Shhh don’t apologize,” he mumbled. “Just tell me what you want, babe. I want to make you feel good.”
“Just something quick,” you nodded slowly. He picked you up carefully and sat you on the edge of the bathroom counter, placing a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes tight. “I don’t care, I just want you Josh. I miss you so much and I-”
“I know,” he shushed. He placed his lips to yours and tugged down your sweatpants, rubbing you through your panties. You were still wet from earlier, and now twice as soaked. “So beautiful.” He put his lips on your neck and slid your panties down to your thighs, running his fingers up and down your folds before pushing one in, making you gasp.
“Fuck,” you sighed, holding onto his shoulders as he began to pump in and out, then adding another one and making you moan.
“Not too loud,” he reminded. He moved them in and out slowly, then pressed his thumb to your clit, starting to rub in small circles, causing you to hum softly, so fucking close. He went faster, his fingers picking up the pace, thumb rolling over your clit until you came, barely able to keep from moaning his name for the entire bus to hear, your walls clenching around his fingers and wetness seeping from your folds.
“Holy shit,” you muffled yours moans into the crook of his neck and listened to him whisper praises for you as he pulled his fingers away. He placed them in his mouth and hummed for a moment, then glanced back at you.
“Miss me?” he whispered.
“Most definitely,” you chuckled. You pulled him close and kissed him again, everything pastel colors and flower petals and honey lemon, beautiful and simple and perfect.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he gave a small smile, helping you off the counter and sliding up your panties and sweatpants. “I think we might have a little bit more of the movie left.”
He took your hand in his and guided you back outside, Tyler and Jenna not seeming to notice or care that much, which you were thankful for. Josh let you lean on him, his arm around your waist, blanket wrapped around the two of you, television glowing bright within the dark room. You placed your ear up to his chest, closing your eyes, tuning out all the sounds except for the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, slowly lulling you to sleep.
what truly fascinates me (and by fascinates i mean “what the actual fuck”) about ultra-right conservatives is like… they don’t seem to believe in just being nice??? like i understand concerns about where we’ll get the money for some social reform programs, don’t get me wrong, those are valid questions, but they always seem so baffled about why we should want to have them in the first place
“why should we give homeless people shelter?”
idk because they’re people and you shouldn’t want them to freeze to death?
“why should we provide free healthcare?”
idk because people literally die without it and the ACA has saved god knows how many lives??
“why should i tag triggers?”
idk because panic attacks suck and it takes literally half a second to prevent someone else from having one by tagging them???
“why should we raise the minimum wage?”
idk because otherwise you can work for 40+ hours a week and still starve????
“why did you give money to that homeless guy you don’t even know?”
IDK BECAUSE I’M FUCKING NICE???? WHY IS THIS A HARD CONCEPT