stay mad then

Only Angel - Happy

Based on Only Angel by Harry Styles. Don’t judge me. Just enjoy. 
(also, after each verse, there’s a different scenario to correspond just in case it’s confusing)

warning: some smut, language 

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see 
That I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me
I’m just happy getting you stuck between my teeth
And there’s nothing I can do about it. 

“Shut up.” Happy growls halfway through yet another argument. 

You gape at him, blinking. “Fuck you, Happy.” Happy tilts his head, and stomps towards you, throwing you over his shoulder. 

“Happy put me down!” You yell, your much smaller hands pounding into his muscular back. 

Suddenly, he throws you onto the bed of your apartment, and you glare up at him, trying to stay mad at him, but the look in his eyes only turns you on. 

“Don’t ever tell me to shut up again.” He grumbles, stripping himself of the clothes that layer over his skin. 

You’re too busy admiring his tattooed figure to remember to take off your own clothes, but his hands are already pulling your shirt over your head and his lips are latched onto yours by the time you snap out of your daze. 

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door
I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor 
Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short
But I think that’s what I like about it

She’s an angel 
My only angel

“Open the door, it’s cold as shit out here!” You hear Happy curse from outside your door. You glance at the clock: 3:12 AM. 

You wrench open the door, the cursing he’s bound to recieve on the tip of your tongue. “What the fuck could possibly be this important at three in the fucking morning?” 

Happy pushes past you into your house and you roll your eyes, closing the door behind him. When you turn to yell at him, you notice that he has blood dripping from his bottom lip and his left eyebrow. 

You grip his arm without another word and pull out your first aid kit under you sink. 

“That isn’t nece-” You cut Happy off with your index finger and raise an eyebrow. He looks away and you get to work. Happy doesn’t talk but watches you closely. 

Once you’re done, you pack the supplies back in the box and shove it under the sink. While bent over, you feel Happy’s hands on your waist and you stand, turning to face him. His lips are immediately on yours while his hands move to grip your ass. He lifts you onto the counter before spreading your legs and slipping a hand between them. You let out a moan against his lips as his fingers slip between your folds. 

“Happy-” you begin, your hands landing on his shoulders. 

He shushes you, his mouth moving to your neck. He nips at your neck, and you know you’ll have to cover the mark in the morning. While his mouth works, he slips a finger inside you, then add one more. 

You moan out his name, and he pulls away, only to slip you off the counter, and bend you over the dining table. 

A Malec Story - Chapter 90 - Lipstick

Magnus

“Max Michael! No! No!” Magnus yelled, but it was already too late. Max had grabbed Chairman Meow’s tail and pulled hard. The Chairman yowled and jumped away. He went running through the room and climbed on the highest shelf of the bookcase. Out of Max’s reach.

Magnus picked his son up from the floor and waved his finger at him. “Don’t pull the Chairman’s tail, Max!”

Max looked at him with big blue eyes and giggled. It was the sweetest little sound which melted Magnus’s heart. He could never stay mad at him for long.

It was only a week ago that they returned home from Idris. They were supposed to stay there for about six weeks, but because of Max’s unexpected arrival they went back to New York two weeks earlier.

Max was part of their lives for five weeks now, and Magnus couldn’t imagine a life without him anymore. He was about nine months old, crawling all over the place, pulling the Chairman’s tail, and he was getting his first tooth.

Alec and he had decided on Max’s middle name. Michael. Since his first name was a Shadowhunter name, his middle name might as well be one too. And it pleased Robert. “Are you okay with Michael?” Alec had asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Magnus had replied.

“Because these are all Shadowhunter names and he’s a warlock,” Alec had aid.

“Michael is the name of an Angel. So I think it’s fitting,” Magnus had given Alec a big smile and Alec had nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. So, Michael it was.

Isabelle had made good on her promise of baby-proofing the apartment. She also painted one of the spare rooms blue, with pictures of sea animals on the walls. A dolphin, a seal, a penguin. There was a soft blue crib and a matching changing table. Magnus had to admit that she’d done a stellar job with it.

Now life was going back to its normal rhythm. Except that everything had changed. Alec wasn’t going to the Institute every day anymore. He went every other day instead, and Magnus planned his appointments with clients on the days Alec was home. He cut back his workload too. He wanted to be around as much as possible. He didn’t want to spend time making money, which he had enough of anyways, if he could also spend that time with his fiancé and his son.

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I love how the two exhibitions are completely different but both explains so well how humans’ approach of Love and seduction changes growing up.

With Viktor and Yuuri we have a self conscious kind of love

Originally posted by trustedealcosplayandcostume

they are calm, take their time to appreciate themselves,
caressing each others, watching directly their lover in the eyes.

Originally posted by trustedealcosplayandcostume

A kind of love that is more mature, built on compromises. Not frenetic but at the same time passionate.

Originally posted by buckybee

While Yuri and Otabek in my opinion are the exact example of “frenetic” first love… typical of teen years

(N.b. Based on my experience)


When you are young and in love you feel like living in a battle.

it’s everything angsty, more extreme and exaggerated.

Originally posted by aheartfullofjolllly

They act rapidly, more rock and roll, like they’re fighting each others in a seductive way.

Originally posted by clairelions

A love lived like they don’t have time.

it’s in or out

Originally posted by kagayam-a

life or death.

Lance: (lying down on the floor, smiling)

Pidge: what are you doing?

Lance: stargazing

Pidge: what? But we’re indoo— (looks up at the ceiling, which is covered with pictures of Hunk) oh. (Lies down next to Lance) don’t mind if I do

Lance: (nods)

Keith: (walks in) hey guys what are you doi