stop making faces at each other and kiss instead

hey i wanna talk about erik klose

  • “i feel like he could hold me up forever” erik isn’t just emotional support he’s a soccer player and he is s t r o n g
    • he got them Midfielder Thighs™
  • he fuckin loves soccer movies ok 
    • nicky, already grinning, in response to erik’s parents asking how his day was: alles ist gut
    • erik, sliding into the room in his socks and running into a wall: soLANGE DU WILD BIST!!!!!
    • used Bend It Like Beckham and She’s The Man to practice his english
    • he definitely has a poster of jess bhamra in his room, she’s his hero
  • he is SUPER tall
    • (he’s actually taller than matt when his hair isn’t spiked)
  • him and nicky are low key competitive as fuck and they run together when nicky starts training for exy
  • nicky quickly learns that trying to outlast a midfielder on a run just. doesn’t work. they do the most running on the team and typically go whole games without getting subbed out.
    • 3 miles in nicky is wheezing and dying and erik is laughing like the absolute traitor he is
  • but!! it wasn’t all sunshine at first i mean come on,, this is the foxes
    • when nicky first got to the Klose’s he was reserved, quiet. 
    • erik was taking a year off to travel with friends during the first 6 months nicky was there
    • when both parents agreed nicky could stay for the summer for some extra classes so he could graduate on time (by american standards), he finally met erik
    • tall, athletic, kind erik, erik who came home with all kinds of candy from all kinds of countries to give to a boy he never met all to make a pun about what a “sweet deal” it was to have someone new in the house, he felt his heart race when nicky smiled at him for his ridiculous efforts
    • that’s the first time the klose’s saw a real smile come from nicky
  • erik convinced nicky to go to church after a while
    • it was hard at first, especially when nicky noticed erik was getting some weird looks from some of the older people in the congregation
    • when nicky asked why, erik told him about how when he came out his grandmother stopped speaking to him, and how some parents didn’t want to let erik come over to see his friends
    • but then erik told him how his parents told anyone who wasn’t okay with their son that they weren’t worth having around, that they loved erik and they wouldn’t allow anyone to try and make him feel bad for being himself
    • and how his cousins snuck out and took him to his first pride parade in hamburg
    • surrounded by people who actually care, nicky started to hope again
  • nicky starts to smile more and erik…he’s so smitten. his new mission in life is to make nicky smile
  • erik’s humor is usually really awful puns and dad jokes, but he also is really good at keeping a straight face while saying absolutely ridiculous things, leading people to question whether he’s really serious or not and nicky fighting super hard not to bust out laughing (because he’s the only one who can tell he’s joking)
  • nicky prides himself on being pretty fashionable so he’s not entirely sure how the hell he lets erik get away with wearing those awful toe shoes. the. the individual toe ones.
    • you know the ones
  • the first time they kiss, erik was climbing a tree and fell out, because all his grace stops the minute he steps off the field
    • it was a forehead kiss because, well, erik’s face was bleeding, but yea
    • they’re a bit of a mess, but they’re cute, ya know?
  • nicky and erik are the type of couple to go to the grocery store at 2am because they really want to make mac n cheese and accidentally end up buying 4 pounds of candy instead while serenading each other to the weird 90s music the store is playing
  • erik loves aldi’s and wants to live there. everything is so cheap, nicky. they have my favorite cheese, nicky. nicky. where are you going. nicky i live here don’t leave we haven’t bought any bread yet-
  • he owns crocs. he just. he does. he bought orange ones when nicky joined the foxes and fuckin little white fox paw insert thingies because he’s a supportive boyfriend, dammit
  • he draws smiley faces on everything. notes to nicky, his notes at school, on his meeting notes at work, and his favorite place: on nicky. 
  • he’s one of those people who can’t tan for shit, he just burns then freckles. nicky is constantly nagging him to wear sunscreen. he always forgets and sends nicky pictures of his bright red shoulders only to get pages of texts ranting about sunscreen and melanoma
  • he’s got scars everywhere but theyre all from like. the dumbest stuff. there’s a big one on his knee from sneezing while on a run and subsequently tripping on the sidewalk and wiping out. several are from falling out of trees. he broke his nose falling out of the shower because he freaked out when he saw a spider. again, all his grace is on the soccer field. everywhere else he’s a hazard.
  • he’s really, really clumsy. he loves fiercely because that’s how his parents taught him. he knows he’s lucky to have a family that stuck by him, he knows it’s the least they can do, but so many gay kids have shitty parents. kids like nicky. and erik may be gangly and clumsy. he may be competitive and he may not always understand how nicky feels because he hasn’t experienced what nicky has. but he has fallen out of more trees than anybody he knows, and falling in love with nicky is an ache he’s never been able to ice away, and would never want to anyway.

anonymous asked:

Distracting kiss - nuresydex (they would totally do that shit)

9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

There’s one piece of pie left, and Nursey and Dex see it at the exact same time. They’d been in class together and they’d walked back to the Haus, into the kitchen together, and they’d both frozen in the doorway when they saw it.

After a few moments of doing nothing but staring at the pie, Nursey slowly averts his eyes and glances towards Dex, and Dex is doing the same thing and-

And then all bets are off and the fact that they’re dating flies out the window, as Dex makes a mad dash for the pie and Nursey grabs the back of his shirt to stop him. It works, and Nursey uses the momentum that Dex’s surprise generates to pull Dex into his chest, wrap his arms around Dex’s waist, and then spin them around.

With Nursey between Dex and the pie, he takes half a second to press a kiss to Dex’s neck, right where he’d left a faint mark the night before, but then he lets go and spins himself around, heading straight for the pie.

Nursey makes it two steps further than he’d expected to, before Dex grabs his wrist and then his forearm, and then Nursey blinks and his back is against the wall, and Dex is kissing him. Their entire bodies are pressed together, with Dex’s hands on Nursey’s shoulders and Nursey dropping his hands to Dex’s ass, and for a moment it feels like the pie’s been forgotten, but they’re both way too competitive to let that happen.

The second Nursey feels Dex pulling away, he deepens the kiss, grinding against Dex slightly and moaning, soft and low, without any shame, and the second he feels Dex give in, he flips them so that Dex is against the wall. He doesn’t break the kiss the entire time and he stays there for a moment, relishing the feel of his boyfriend falling apart at his touch, before he pulls back, presses a quick kiss to Dex’s forehead, and then takes a huge step backwards and lunges for the pie.

He would have made it there, too, if his foot hadn’t caught on the rug that Bitty’s mom had bought them but, as it is, Nursey trips and falls and he’s half a second away from hitting the ground hard, when Dex catches him. Of course, Dex isn’t quite strong enough to stop Nursey from falling entirely, and the whole thing ends in both of them hitting the ground, tangled in each other’s limbs, laughing at each other as they go.

Nursey isn’t hurt and Dex isn’t either and, once they’re sure of that, Nursey doesn’t bother getting up. Instead, he pulls Dex’s face towards his and presses a softer, longer kiss to Dex’s forehead, and then to the tip of his nose, and then to his lips, and-

And when Bitty walks in moments later, Nursey and Dex are lying on the floor, making out, with the pie long forgotten, and Bitty can only shake his head and say, “Y’all are a mess,” before he walks past them and gets the pie for himself.

Cast by the Light 1/? -A Shadow!Killian fic

Notes: Thank you to Liz (  @caprelloidea​ )  for the amazing beta, you keep me right. I’m very excited about this little story. A gift I started a long time ago for a lovely lady @acrobat-elle​ whom I adore. I’m happy I’m actually able to finally give it to you. 

Summary: After Killian sacrifices himself to obtain the Black Fairy’s wand and stop Pan’s oncoming curse it is up to Emma to reunite the pirate with his shadow.  A Shadow!Killian fic.

Rating: Mature in later chapters.

Word Count: 7k

ON AO3

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“I’ll draw it.”

The words had left his mouth without a thought, and he ignored the looks of surprise all around, focused instead on the specter above. Hook hoped they wouldn’t argue the point. Though, he didn’t harbor any delusions the gathered group cared enough about his well being to even attempt such a thing. They knew they needed that blasted wand, and fast. They also knew they were running out of time.

The demon shadow gave a shriek, a threat, a promise, a laughing challenge all rolled up into a terrible cry that skittered down his spine. There was a curse hanging over their heads and only one weapon that could stop it and it was that thought that emboldened him. It wasn’t even a choice really, there was no one else. The Prince had his family, Bae was reconnecting with his boy, perhaps more if Emma wished it, and Tink the promise of regaining her wings, of finally making a life for herself. What did he have, really? A pirate ship in a small town of a realm he didn’t know, and several barrels of rum. No purpose, no course set. He had always been quite adept at diversions at least.

Hook sucked in a fortifying breath, and stepped forward.

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Disruptions

a/n: this has been written over the course of a couple of days so forgive me if it’s shit. Requests are coming soon!!

Warnings: SMUT, sMuT and more smut.

Summary: When you and Carl begin to get very heated something interrupts the two of you, but that doesn’t stop Carl.


You and Carl had the whole house to yourselves and you were sat on Carl’s lap, straddling him as he lay on the bed and you could feel him from beneath you. Wearing just one of Carl’s tops and underwear and Carl wearing just a top and boxers the friction was intense, making you both writhe with pleasure as you squirmed on his cock. You’d grind down against him and he’d chuckle letting out a small but strangled moan and each time you did it you could feel the dampness soaking through.

“I can feel how hard you are.” You whisper in his ear before bringing your lips to his cheek, then to the left corner of his mouth and then to the right.  

“And who’s fault is it?” You could hear Carl starting to get impatient and because of his lack of willpower he brings his hands to your face, pulling your lips to his. Your tongues move against each other and before you can let yourself get lost in it you pull away from him, sit up and move his hands from your face, pinning them to the sides of his head.  

“I take pride in the ability to make you this hard.” You laugh and you lower your head again, this time peppering kisses along his neck then moving on to the collarbones. You make your way south, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. You hook a finger in the waistband but don’t do anything and instead just stare at him, your eyes filled with lust and matching Carl’s as he stares back at you with his mouth gaping.  

You finally tug down the boxers and his length hits his stomach. You take a hold of him and look up at him and his head is against his pillow with his eyes shut tight. You stroke him for about a minute and little moans and grunts leave his mouth before you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and suck harshly. Surprising you a little Carl lets out a loud moan and grips your hair. You smile to yourself and do it again and again and again

“Fuck (Y/n,) don’t stop.” He practically shouts. You begin to bob you head up and down and before you know it, you’re going as far as you can without gagging. When you bring your head up so you can breath and give yourself a minute Carl rises to, his face right up close to yours. You can feel his breath, the warmth of it had you shivering. He’s about to kiss you but a loud bang, the sound of things falling from downstairs had Carl and you rising to attention.  

He quickly gets his boxers back on and grabs his gun before running down the stairs and you following right behind him. You both enter the living room and are greeted to the site of Rick, Michonne, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie and Carol.

“What the hell was that?” Carl shouts, and you imagine that his heart must be beating as fast as yours. Each of their heads turn to look at the pair of you stood in the doorway and each of them smile and furrow their eyebrows at the same time.  

“Sorry, we didn’t want to disturb you guys but um,” Rick smirks, not making eye contact and tries to hold in his laughter. “Glenn dropped the plates.” You both sighed at the relief and you shut your eyes before realizing that you’re only in a top and underwear. You are thankful that the top you’re wearing as Carl’s because it isn’t very revealing and covers the most of you.  

“How are you guys back? How long have you been back?” Carl asked his dad and Michonne and they smile along with the others.  

“Long enough.” Rick says, making your cheeks heat up and turn red. “Carl, put some pants on your something.” He chuckles, still refusing to make eye contact. Looking down you see the reason why. The bulge in Carl’s underwear was very prominent and had you chuckling once you realized. He looked down and rolled his eyes before grabbing your hand and walking upstairs, pulling you behind him.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” He says, shutting his door behind him. You laugh again and he stares at you.

“I’m sorry, sorry.” You smile again and try to contain your laughter.

“Find it funny do you? Well you know what.” Before finishing his sentence he walks over to you and lifts you, ignoring your screams of laughter before throwing you onto the bed and crawling up your body. His fingers skim your up your body and you squirm at the touch, shutting your eyes and smiling. His face in front of yours when you open your eyes and he’s staring down at you, his eyes filled with an emotion. One you’d never seen before. It was lust, filled with love and you never wanted it to go away.

You lift your head so that your lips connect and his tongue enters your mouth while his hands travel towards your pussy. He pushes your thighs apart and brings his hand to your clit, wasting no time. You jump a little at the sudden contact but have no time to register it because he begins to rub quick, harsh circles. Disconnecting your lips from his he lowers his head to your neck and leaves tiny kisses and you moan out his name.  

You can feel the smile against your skin and although you are aware that his father is downstairs, you were to lost in the moment to care about anything or anyone else. He looks up at you and winks before entering a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out. You shake from beneath him at the lack of sensitivity.  

“Carl, more.” You mewl, bucking up your hips against his finger but he removes it and pushed your hips back to the bed. He shushes you before bringing his head to level with yours and looking at you, all the while inserting two fingers into you. He begins to pump them and your breathing becomes faster and hasher by the second while your legs begin to shake from the intensity. He removes his fingers yet again, leaving you breathless and empty.  

He sits up, reaches his hand into the bedside table drawer, pulls out a condom and rips open the foil, rolling it onto himself. You bring your hands down to your clit and rub in circles for a couple of seconds before Carl pushes your hand away, replacing it with his. He holds his cock , placing it at your entrance and the moment felt so long as you waited for him to push into you. When he finally does your back is arching from the bed and your fingers are clenching onto the bed sheets.  

“fuck.” Carl’s tiny whimper has you bringing your hands up and into Carl’s hair and pulling him down to you as you place your lips on his.  

“Move, carl.” You whisper against his lips, your hands on his cheeks and he nods, moving his hips at a slow pace at first before speeding up. You bring your legs around his waist and begin to moan loudly at the new angle that Carl was hitting.

“You’re beautiful you know that. Even if you do embarrass me.” He breathlessly whispers in your ear and you moan even louder. At this point you didn’t care if the whole of Alexandria heard you two because you were too lost in the moment to care.  

“Fuck, Carl, I’m gonna cum.” You mutter the words as you feel your high approaching, your body trembling again, the feeling becoming too intense.  

“It’s okay (Y/n) baby, cum for me.” He kisses you and you assume it’s to muffle your moans and your hips roll with his. “Let go.” He whispers against your lips and before you can become aware of what is happening you can feel yourself clenching around Carl’s cock and him following you, spilling into the condom.  

His thrust grow sloppier by the second and he finally stops and kisses you for a second then pulls out of you, both of you feeling exhausted. Carl moves under the sheets after removing his condom and putting it into the bin and you join him, feeling his hands snake around your waist.  

“You really are gorgeous you know.” Carl’s eyes meet yours and you smile, your cheeks a bright shade of red. You lift your hand to his cheek and kiss him gently but you linger for a bit before staring at him.

“I love you.” You whisper before laying down and closing your eyes.  

“I love you too.” Is the last thing you hear before falling asleep in Carl’s arms.

Confidence - Part Two

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“So, erm… Coffee?” you turned to your friend and colleague who still looked a little shocked that you had led him out of the bar hand in hand.

You could feel your phone buzzing in your bag, texts coming through. And you knew they would be from Penelope and Derek, Penelope totally freaking out and Derek no doubt teasing you about getting some. You wondered if Spencer would get the same messages from him.

“Coffee. Whatever you want,” Spencer smiled at you shyly, looking down at your interlocked hands. You squeezed his lightly.

“Okay, there’s a nice little place just around the corner from here…. Or, we could go back to my apartment?”

“Your a-apartment?” he stumbled over his words.

“Maybe not then,” you led him around the corner and into the coffee shop that you knew stayed open til 2am, settling into a booth and waiting for the waitress to come over and take your order. Rather than sitting the opposite side to Reid like you normally would have done, you sat next to him.

“What can I get ya?” the waitress appeared almost immediately, there was only you and three other people in the cafe currently.

“Can I get a large hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles please,” you waited for Spencer to give his coffee order, surprised when he opted for the same rather than the double or triple espresso he’d normally have. That boy lived for caffeine… And sugar. Oh the amounts of sugar he normally would pour into his coffee. It’s a wonder he hadn’t rotted his teeth.

The waitress disappeared and returned with your orders a few minutes later, you pulling out your cell and checking the messages in the meantime.

‘I swear you were holding hands with Spencer, Y/N.’

'WHY WERE YOU HOLDING HANDS WITH SPENCER!!’

'Omg!! Omg!! It’s finally happening. My real life OTP is happening.’

'Come back!! I need to see this play out.’

You’d been away from the bar for less than ten minutes and Penny was fangirling terribly over this.

You showed your screen to Spencer, earning a chuckle from him as he read through her messages.

“Her OTP? Is she serious?” he dipped his finger into the whipped cream on his drink, his tongue slipping out between his lips to taste it.

“Oh Garcia is deadly serious. When I first joined, she wouldn’t stop going on about what a catch you were. I had to tell her to shut up because I could see it for myself already and that I didn’t need her pimping you out to me.”

“Garcia said that about me?” he played with the chocolate flake that was poking out of the mug, pulling it out of the cream and then pushing it back in, repeating the actions over and over.

“Yeah…..Garcia is your biggest advocate. She just wants to see you happy. But at least she doesn’t try and force completely inappropriate people like Shirley onto you,” you scooped some of your own whipped cream into your mouth, using your finger as a spoon and seeing Spencer’s eyes follow your finger.

“I hate Morgan sometimes,” he shifted in his seat.

“You don’t hate him, he’s just a bit full on. And he’s just looking out for you too, in his own way.”

“I know, I know. It’s just……whenever he does try to set me up, it’s never with anyone that I’d actually go for. Probably because he knows that they’d be way out of my league anyway. Like you.”

“Hey! Enough with the self depreciation again alright. What more do I have to do to convince you that you’re attractive?”

He shrugged and scooped up some more cream, giving you an idea.

Reaching out you stopped his hand before it got to his mouth, pulling it to yours instead and seeing his mouth open ready to protest.

You flicked your tongue out, tasting the cream on his fingertip and then sucking it into your mouth, licking it clean and locking your eyes on his as you did.

“Fuuuuck,” he whispered and you released his hand, giggling at his reaction. You hadn’t intended on making the move so sexual.

“I’m not out of your league Spencer, trust me. I find you extremely attractive, I have done since day one. Not just in looks either. I’ve been worried about telling you this before because I didn’t think you’d like ME back.”

You scooted closer to him on the seat so that you thighs were pressed against each other, your faces turned to each other and only inches apart.

“You’re crazy, Y/N. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“You do? Alright, so you’ve got a ‘beautiful girl’ sitting next to you and telling you she likes you. Are you gonna do anything about it?”

His eyes fluttered to your lips and then quickly back up to your eyes, and you could see panic and worry in them, nerves that he really needed to get over.

You licked your bottom lip and placed your hand on his shoulder, gently toying with a lock of his hair. How much more obvious could you make this?

You could see his brain working overtime.
“Stop over thinking this Spencer. You’re a profiler, everything about my actions right now should be telling you something,” you whispered softly to him, desperate for him to make the move here just to prove to himself that he could.

He took a breath and made a decision, closing the gap between your faces quickly, pressing his lips to yours softly and tentatively as though he still thought you were going to back away.

You didn’t, of course you didn’t. Instead, you pressed back slightly harder, moving your lips gently against his and tilting your head to stop your noses knocking into each other.

Aware that you were in a public place, you didn’t attempt to deepen the kiss further as much as you wanted to try some of the lip biting you’d mentioned earlier. You pulled away after a few moments, instantly missing the feeling of his warm mouth on yours and seeing him blush.

“Was that….. Was it okay for me to do that?” he asked, looking down at his hands and then back at you.

“It was more than okay. You can definitely do that a few more times before we go our separate ways tonight as well. And maybe…. On a date tomorrow? You know, if you ever actually ask me out…. ”

“I like to do it more too. Maybe we could… Erm do it in the back row of the movies tomorrow? After dinner?”

“Making out in the back row of a movie theatre… Ahhh takes me back to my teenage years,” you laughed.

“I never did any of that as a teenager,” he told you shyly. No. Of course he didn’t. Because when the genius was a teen, he was already in college completing his first PhD, surrounded by students that were much older than him.

“First time for everything, Spencer. First time for everything. You can pick me up at seven. Now… Let’s finish these drinks and then you can walk me home and give me a proper kiss at my door.”

“A proper kiss… With the lip biting you talked about?”

“Maybe… If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want, ” he picked his mug up and drank his drink down quickly, waiting for you to do the same.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“Well I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages. Now I know it’s okay, I really wanna do it again. And again. And then some more.”

“Excellent. Because I feel the same. Let’s go.”

sansa knows best

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

pairing: jon snow x reader

prompts: 10,25,44,65

words: 1.6k

requested: @high-functioning-sociopath8

an: you might ship the reader and sansa of this,, sorry not sorry ;) ps i changed the request a little but, soz

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y/n had been happily strolling through the thick snowy ground of Winterfell. She admired most of the carving that had been perfectly etched into the stone. She felt oddly at home when she was at Winterfell. She was born in King’s Landing to a hardworking whore that unfortunately feel pregnant with her. Though she would never speak of her heritage to another living soul, being a woman was hard but one that was also a bastard would have her being hit left and right with rotten tomatoes.

She made it through none the less and was finally happy with a new family of the Starks. She had been splendid that Ned and Catelyn were kind enough to let Y/n become an adopted child of theirs.  She had made all of the other Stark children fall for her sweet demeanour and charms, though she was older than half of them she still found peace when strolling with Sansa or exploring with Arya.

y/n loved Winterfell with all of her heart, she fought for the North and she will be happy to die for it anytime.

“y/n, I never thought you’d be admired these walls,” a soft voice spoke, y/n could sense a small drop of humour and quickly turned to face the person. There paced towards her was the red-head herself. Sansa had been smiling at her as if they had just gotten back from stealing her father’s coat or robe. y/n happily brought Sansa into her grasp.

The two women held onto each other for a lasting moment before Sansa entangled their arms together and waltzed off to unknown places.

“I know I asked this yesterday, but how are you Sansa,” y/n beamed lightly as she still had her eyes trained on the ground beneath her. Usually, if Sansa was in the company of another person other than y/n she would tell them to call her your lady, but to her she simply always let it slide.

“I am doing quite well now that Ramsay is dead,” Sansa smiled brightly sighing out of relief as y/n peered u with hopeful eyes.

“Is it true, you fed him to his own hounds?” y/n asked quickly as she longingly awaited an answer from her auburn friend.

Sansa simply drew her orbs to y/n’s and brought her face close to her face and whispered, “and I enjoyed every minute of it,” Sansa pulled away and let out small chuckles as y/n copied her noise.

“He was a bloody pain in the arse if you ask me,” y/n scoffed. Ever since Sansa married Ramsay all she wanted to do was shove a hot iron down his throat to shut him up. She always respected Sansa and still will, that was the only thing restraining her.

“I know, how do you think I felt, I was his fucking wife,” Sansa spewed out in and the two girls burst out in laughter, y/n was clutching onto her dress for dear life as she couldn’t breathe from laughing too hard and it seemed Sansa was in the same position.

“It seems you have horrible luck with men,” y/n seered out as the pair continued to make their way to the main gardens. “I mean, Joffery was psychotic and Ramsay was abusive,” y/n scoffed as she threw her head away from Sansa, “I would make a better husband, and I’m a woman!” y/n snorted loudly. They had already walked straight into the main gardens of Winterfell and the girls’ eyes fell onto Jon as he was slashing down a much larger man than him.

“Speaking of love, when are you finally going to admit your feelings?” Sansa spoke roughly as she rolled her eyes at y/n while she still had her eyes glued on Jon. He was throwing his sword so gracefully that y/n’s heart started to beat faster and louder that she swore she could hear it.

“I don’t have feelings for Jon, that insane,” y/n scoffed as she finally tore her attention away from Jon. Both girls had heard Jon courageously spoke that no one could defeat him in combat. Suddenly an idea popped into y/n mind. Starting to smirk widely, she drew her long sword from its holster. “I’ll prove that I don’t have feelings for Jon,” y/n beamed mischievously and ran towards the large circle surrounding the dark-haired man.

“Ah lady y/n, come to enjoy the show?” Jon smirked widely.

“Oh I have, I’ve come to enjoy the view of your ass flat on the ground,” y/n retorted as she stood her ground.

“Then prove it,” he mimicked her stance.

The pair started to fling their steel towards each other, but being careful not to stab the opponent. It seemed the y/n was winning, she was running Jon into a corner when she went to slash him and Jon ducked behind her and quickly tore her footing. Jon laughed loudly as y/n got a mouth full of snow almost numbing her mouth. Sansa ad stepped through the thick cheering crowd and watched closely to the movements of Jon and y/n.

Angrily y/n stood back up and charged towards Jon and went to swing once again but luckily for Jon, he had already caught onto her feminine steps and turned to block the weapon. This went on for a while, one would try to strike the other, but they would stop the winning blow. It wasn’t until Jon peered over to see Sansa looking straight at him then to y/n, implying suggestive themes. Immediately y/n took this time to take the blow at him.

Once again Jon thankfully locked the blow, except this time y/n face was so close to his that he could kiss her, which would be a bad thing to him. The two didn’t stride away from each other but instead just gazed into each other’s eyes and breathing heavily.

“I think it’s a draw,” Jon whispered huskily at her, making y/n knees wobbled slightly.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” y/n quickly spoke back with confidence in tone. Both finally stepped away, as y/n took a boastful bow and strided away.

Sansa had made her way up to Jon, he slowly peered up to her and smiled lightly towards her.

“Talk to her,” Sansa spoke harshly as her pale arms were drawn around her waist. Jon stopped midst in his tracks and started to avoid Sansa’s hardening gaze on him.

“Who?” Jon had decided to play dumb with his sister even though he knew it would get him killed.

“For fuck’s sake, y/n!” Sansa cried out as she threw her hands on her temple and rubbed softly. “Talk to y/n, so you can finally get with her,”

“I don’t know what you talking about,” Jon spoke lowly as he walked into the under decks of the courtyard.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Jon,” she was hot on his tracks and still she was angrily glaring at him. “You two are completely oblivious, everyone in fuckin’ Winterfell is for it,” Sansa explained still she couldn’t match her eyes with his as Jon continued to glance away. “It’s almost sickening how the both of you tease each other and gaze longingly if you need more reasons to man up; she likes you back,” this peaked Jon’s interest in the conversation.

“Really?” Jon smiled brightly at his sister.

“Gods, you really are oblivious,” Sansa smirked widely.

“I’m going to talk to her right now,” Jon beamed widely as he almost full sprinted up to her room and rushed to place three loud knocks on her wooden door. Jon stood there in complete silence as he waited for y/n to open the door.

The faster Jon’s heart pumped the small steps to the entrance got louder when suddenly her bright face open it to meet with Jon’s exasperated expression.

“Jon, come to mope about your defeat,” y/n smirked as she placed her long arms at the bottom of her chest, pushing up her cleavage making Jon even more nervous.

“More or less, can I come in,’ Jon spoke fully as he still tried to avert his eyes from her chest. She pulled one of her arms away and fled it inside, giving permission. Jon quickly ran inside wanted to avoid any public embarrassment if Sansa was wrong.

"I need to talk to you about something,” Jon rushed out, almost frightening y/n in the process.

“Of course, but could you do me a favour?” y/n asked softly, painted a deep red on Jon’s cheeks. She turned around slowly and pulled her h/c locks from her back and exposed the zip on her dress. “Can you unzip this for me?”  

“Anything for you,” Jon said softly, he froze on the spot as he meant to say that in his head. He still slowly pulled the zip down from y/n’s neck to the curves of her bum, he tried to pull his eyes away from her back, it was until y/n turned around to face him.

“What did you want to tell me?” she spoke softly as her e/c orbs flew up to his.

For some reason, Jon couldn’t get a single word out even though he had teased her on countless occasions. He had subconsciously flirted with her multiple times yet now he couldn’t utter a word even a noise, all he could do was look at her blankly and more admiringly than even and it seemed y/n caught wind of his position.

She reached up to his, placed of her soft palms on his rugged cheeks and brought her lips to his and pushed lightly on them.

Jon stood there for a split second before he roughly snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, pushing his lips harder against hers. They both continued to bask in each others glory, while the kissed.

Jon and y/n were so heated in that exact moment that they hadn’t realised that Sansa was right outside leaning against the door frame with a wide smirk on her pale face. The couple turned swiftly to look at her.

This isn’t what it looks like,” y/n spoke shyly a prominent blush forming on her cheeks.

“Actually it is,” Jon shrugged as she swooped back into her kiss and started to lap at her once more. Sansa simply smiled even brighter as she turned around and closed the door slowly while doing a small victory dance outside.

Still, the pair hadn’t turn away from each other and were still going at it, until Jon threw his arms underneath y/n legs and picked her up into his arms.

“Jon, please put me down,” y/n yelled at him through stilled giggles and continuous kiss.

“As you wish,” Jon spoke happily as he threw y/n on her cushioned bed and crawled over the top of her to continue a full night of concealed love that has finally been set free.

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Masterpost (So Far)

Wolfstar

Remus is harassed by a random stranger in a club …

Person A is harassed by a random stranger in a club and people B is watching. After a while Person B steps in and pretends to be Person A’s partner even though they never have seen each other before. Person A just goes with it, but the random stranger is so persistent and doesn’t believe they are a couple that Person A grabs Person B’s neck and kisses them. Somehow both of them don’t back out of the kiss, because, fuck can we never stop pretending

Couldn’t get a babysitter …

Couldn’t get a babysitter and had to bring my kid on this blind date AU

- Funny Faces 

Art Work

Imagine your OTP catching each other staring at one another, but instead of looking away, they start making faces at one another and just end up giggling

- Pretend

Just pretend to be my date

- Christmas

Christmas at Hogwarts with the Marauders and Lily

- I can’t see the upholstery 

Sirius see’s a picture of a motorbike for the first time

- Chicken Poxs

Remus and Sirius looking after an unwell Teddy

- Reunions and Fisher Price

Person A and Person B first meet in a toy store where A was clicking all the buttons on the toddler toys. B is supposedly trying to do their job as an employee there but joins A in the end.

- Sweaters

Sirius in Remus’ sweaters, but Remus has his revenge.

-  Sleepy Love Confessions

Your OTP having their first kiss while their half asleep and only Person A remembers it.

- Halloween

Halloween at Hogwarts with the Marauders and Lily

- All’s Hallows Eve

The problems with Truth, Dare, Kiss or Hex and too much Firewhiskey.

- That’s MY boyfriend! (Smut)

Possessive Remus doesn’t take too kindly when someone tries it on with HIS boyfriend.

- Touchy Feely

Platonic touching between the Marauders and Lily.

- A Day at the Fair

The Gryffindors decided to go to a Muggle Fun Fair where real magic happen’s.

- Not Realising

Your OTP subconsciously holding hands all the time, whether in public or not. Sometimes getting smiles, sometimes odd looks, but they hold each other’s hand anyway.

- Backfired Jealousy

Person A trying to make Person B jealous so they’ll go out with them.

- Cute Gardener
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“You just moved into the house next to my mom’s and she has you doing her yardwork” AU

- Tough Remus

People alway see Remus as the ‘wimp’ of the group, but Merlin, are they wrong.

-  Chronic 
Part 1 | Part 2

Remus suffers with a chronic illness called Ulcerative Colitis

- Potions

Someone attempted to give Sirius a botched up Love Potion, but Remus accidentally drank it instead

- Lace Panties (Smut)

Remus has had a terrible day, but comes home to Sirius cooking his favourite food in nothing but Red Lace Panties

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Fem!Wolfstar

- Genderbent!AU

Genderbent head cannons of the Marauders and Lily

- Soft First Times (Smut)

First time’s are awkward enough, but they’re made even more awkward when Jamie Potter is your best friend.

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Wolfstarbucks

- Blanket Burrito and Tickle Attacks

Person A is wrapped in a blanket burrito, so Person B and C decide to take advantage of this and relentlessly tickle A

***

Jegulus

- Marry me? 

James had the entire night planned out to a T, but work, family and friends ended up getting in the way.

Okay so take a moment to imagine the SWORD recruited the team instead of arresting them, which means Fitzsimmons probably get to bunk together.

So pls imagine Jemma getting up before Fitz and opening the window/viewport thing (not like actually open it but like they did with Coulson and how they had the wall pull up to reveal a window) and she’s starting out into space (literally!) while drinking her morning tea and two arms sneak around her waist and Fitz presses up against her back and she leans her head back so it’s resting against his shoulder and she’s low-key expecting him to say something typical like “good morning” or maybe something meaningful about the cosmos.

Instead he whispers, “Space…the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship…Sword. our ongoing mission? To seek out planetary threats and stop them before they even begin. To boldly go where no other ex shield agent has gone before”

And Jemma just GROANS AND ROLLS HER EYES AND MUTTERS, “Ugh, Fitz!”

And Fitz pulls away, faux hurt, and makes an innocent face and goes, “What? I waited three months to do that.”

“Mmmh”

And they smile goofily at each other and Jemma leans forward and kisses him softly and when she pulls away, he chuckles like he’s realized something and points at the window.

“I guess we’ve got something better than a poster of space. Now we’ve got the whole bloody cosmos.”

And Jemma shakes her head and sits her tea down and wraps her arms around his neck and says, “No. We’ve got each other. That’s what’s better.”

And Fitz smiles at her and kisses her softly????

Clinging to This Hating Game 3/?

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex
Word Count: ~5300 (this chapter)

Thanks as always to my superbeta @mshoneysucklepink.

Everything wonky is my fault.

AO3 link Chapter 3

On tumblr: Ch 1, Ch 2

Kurt was nervous heading to the party. It was his first party since his ill advised hook-up with Blaine and, while he didn’t have any misconceptions about what sort of hook ups might occur at this party, Blaine was going to be there.

He didn’t blame Blaine for what had happened that night - he couldn’t bring himself to be that unfair, as much as it would have made it easier on himself. Kurt simply didn’t enjoy being faced with his mistake on an almost daily basis.

Because that’s what it had been, he knew that now. He didn’t let himself regret it as much as want to put it out of his mind. Blaine was making that difficult.

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Sorry you are feeling shitty and uninspired. Hope this helps. Emma explains Netflix to Killian from season four, and possibly she explains Netflix and Chill. Have fun


“You wanna go home and see what’s on Netflix?”

“I don’t know what that is, but sure.” Her pirate – it still feels weird to think of him as her’s, but, well, he is – grins back. And it’s a perfect little moment, the freaking birds chirping all around them like her life is a fairytale, but of course she ruins it.

Emma turns away, frustrated with herself, frustrated with all of it, but Killian’s disappointment radiates off him, and it isn’t so much a decision she makes as a need to kiss him in that moment. It changes the mood between them, a measure of tension leaving him, and when she finally does turn away, he’s only a few steps behind.

“Swan, I know we’ve some frosty beasty to track down, but I’ve got to ask. You mentioned Netflix just now, aye?”

She’s so confounded by what the two could possibly have to do with each other she stops in her tracks, turning to face him with a raised brow. It’s a struggle not to laugh at the way he says Netflix like it’s an exotic dish instead of a way to waste an entire day, but she manages to contain herself. “Yeah, but I was kidding. Right now anyway. Don’t really have time for Netflix.”

“So is Netflix and chill something to do with the ice creature?”

Emma nearly chokes, slapping her hand over her mouth and doubling over in the effort to contain herself. But it doesn’t work, and so help her, she can’t stop laughing at his perfectly innocent question, despite her cheeks flushing scarlet.

“Swan, do be serious. The creature is no laughing–”

She cuts him off with a kiss, Killian’s continued battle with modern technology and phrases as endearing as ever. Her amusement fades as he picks up on the change in her mood, arms tightening around her as his hook settles against the small of her back.

But as things become too intense for her, she backs off slightly, breathing deeply. “Netflix and chill is not about monsters,” she tells him, her smile creeping back. He looks more confused than ever, an ever so slight frown drawing his brows down, and Emma can’t help the small laugh. “It’s…an expression.”

“An amusing one, by your reaction,” he huffs, but he doesn’t let her go. “Share the bloody joke, Swan. Is this something I should ask Dave about?”

“Oh my god, no, don’t ever ask my father anything about Netflix and chill, please.” Emma blushes brightly all over again, and this time, Killian picks up on it, his usual leer beginning to form.

“So…this Netflix and chill…this is something we might do together?” he asks, his hips pressing suggestively into hers, and Emma has to swallow her groan. “Perhaps alone?”

“I so need to move out,” she mutters against his chest, the heat in her veins quickly chased by the disappointing fact that any chance of Netflix and chilling is slim to none given her current living situation. There is the option of Killian’s room at Granny’s – if she wants the whole town to know about it. “I really, really need my own place.”

otabaeplisetsky  asked:

"Come here. I know how to make you feel better." Otapliroy smut? uwu

Continuation off the last ask - OtaPliRoy Ask 


“Come here. I know how to make you feel better,” JJ said as he untied Yuri’s hands from the bed.

Yuri whimpered and worked his way into JJ’s lap. JJ wrapped his arms around that small naked body as Otabek joined them on the bed and rubbed Yuri’s back.

“You did good Yura… you didn’t cum this time,” Otabek said.

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The Heart Wants What It Wants - Chapter 6

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“Is everything OK,” Maya asked me when she saw the look on my face, after I had read the message from Jared.

“No, nothing’s OK,” I sighed and leaned my head against the back of the seat, closing my eyes for a moment.

“What happened,” she was a bit worried.

“Jared just texted me,” I whispered and looked at Rachel, making sure she wouldn’t hear me.

“Wow, he’s apparently interested in you,” Maya nodded and smiled, starting to prepare her headphones to listen to music. Rachel took her headphones and turned the music on, so now Maya and I were able to speak normally.

“That’s not a good thing. He’s not supposed to do that… Plus, how on Earth did he get my…” at one moment as I was speaking, I looked at Maya and by her body language, I could tell she was hiding something, “..phone number,“ I finished, crossed my arms over my chest and turned to face her.

She was silent, kept her head down and took her phone to play music.

“Maya,” I said and expected her to look at me.

“Hmmm,” she played dumb and didn’t look at me.

“How DID Jared get my phone number,” I asked even though I already knew the answer.

“I told you that man is more resourceful than CIA,” she still couldn’t look me in the eye.

“Yeah, especially when he knows which source of information to turn to,” I said and raised my eyebrow.

Maya was again quiet, and now I got even more pissed off. I kept staring at her, and when she got uncomfortable enough, she finally snapped.

“Fine! OK, I gave him your number! Happy?” she said and spread her arms.

“No Maya, I’m not happy, I thought that was perfectly clear by the way I just reacted to his message. I was finally relieved when we got on the plane, hoping I’d never have to hear or see Jared again, and then he texts me,” I was so upset I almost yelled so loud that Rachel took her headphones off.

“Whoa, Nicole, shush, I can hear you over the music. What’s the big fuss about,” Rachel asked worryingly and looked around to see if people were looking at us. She hated scenes, and I was close to making one.

“Nothing … just… Nothing,” I huffed, turned back to lean in my seat.  

I took my phone and texted Lucas that we’re about to take off, and he replied he’ll wait for us at the airport. I really missed him, he was the only safe place I have right now, and I couldn’t wait to see him.

Maya, Rachel and I kept silent for the entire flight. I was so mad at Maya that I didn’t want to start the enormous fight in front of all these people, and just cause a scene, for nothing. Not to mention that Rachel would probably slap Maya right in the face, if she’d know that Jared got my phone number thanks to her. So, it was the best thing to just keep quiet for those couple of hours in air. 


“There’s my gorgeous man,” I said happily running towards Lucas the moment I spotted him waiting for me at the exit of an airport. 

He looked so handsome in that black dress up shirt, lightweight jeans and that sexy three-day beard. I always loved his dark hair and that short sexy beard. He didn’t always grow it out, but I guess these few days he didn’t care much about shaving. I was so excited to be with him again. His smile made my heart so warm and the moment I landed to his embrace, I felt like home. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned my head against his chest, squeezing him tightly.

“Whoa, somebody missed me,” he chuckled kissing the top of my head, feeling my head nodding; I took a deep breath taking in his scent, I wasn’t ready to let go yet, “Hey, hey, hey, I missed you too, baby”, he said rubbing my back.

“It felt like we were apart forever,” I said and kissed him softly then smiled a little as his beard slightly poked my face. 

“I know, I couldn’t wait to see you,” Lucas said as he broke the kiss, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand, “Hey girls, did you have a good flight,” Lucas greeted Maya and Rachel after we were done with our little exchange of emotions.

“Hi, yeah it was great,” Maya said through a fake smile, and Rachel just nodded.

“Cool, now you’re all ready for the big day. Especially my gorgeous bride-to-be,” Lucas said and pulled me closer to him, kissing me on the cheek.

Maya and Rachel looked at each other making the funny face, which only I knew what it meant. Luckily, Lucas couldn’t keep his eyes off me, so he didn’t see their reaction.

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” I answered and pulled away to get the suitcase in the car. Maya looked for the cab to get her and Rachel home, and Lucas stopped me from taking the suitcase but he took it instead placing it in the trunk.

“There’s one,” Maya raised her arm and called for the cab, “C’mon Rach,” she said and both of them headed to the cab.

“See you later love doves,” Rachel said and hugged me, while Maya just kept going to the cab. The driver got out of the car to help the girls with the luggage and Maya just looked at me, standing behind the opened door. She stepped inside the car and closed the door waiting for Rachel to get inside. I felt like such a cheater at that moment, because I knew exactly what that look meant.

You’re falling for another man while you’re getting ready to commit to another one, for the rest of your life. She was wrong for giving Jared my number, but she was so right about this. I did feel like I could fall for Jared any moment, especially if he called me, and if I had to see him again. I guess that’s why she gave him my number, so I could decide if I’ll give in under the pressure, or just stay with Lucas and never remember Cabo again. But that’s precisely why I didn’t want her to give him my number. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to resist Jared even now, when I wasn’t drunk, but fully conscious of everything. 


Lucas and I were home at last. I felt so relieved the moment I stepped into our living room. I tossed my bag on the chair and plopped on the couch immediately.

“Ahh, home, sweet home,” I said and took a deep breath.

“You sound like you were gone for months,” Lucas shook his head and smiled, ”Wasn’t Cabo fun?” he was a bit surprised.

“Sure it was, but I missed home… you… everything here,” I looked at him biting my lower lip, and offered him a hand to pull him over to me. He sat next to me and started to kiss me. God, I missed his kisses. He ran his fingers through my hair, and grabbed my thigh, letting me know how much he’d missed me. The moment he laid on top of me, and started kissing my neck my phone rang.

“Shit,” I sighed and Lucas stood up.

“It’s probably your mother, I forgot to let her know you’re home,” Lucas said and bit his lower lip in frustration.

“Yeah, I’ll just get it now so I don’t have to deal with her later,” I took my phone and saw it wasn’t mom’s number. It was Jared’s. I didn’t save it in my Contacts, so the moment I spotted a bunch of number on my display I instantly knew it was him.

“Hey mom,” I said and went to kitchen to talk to him.

I prefer Daddy, but I’ll go with this,” Jared answered and laughed.

“Yeah, Lucas and I just got home, and I was about to call you,” I said louder, then I let the water run from the tap, pretending I want to pour some in a glass, “Are you insane, why are you calling me? Look, I haven’t answered your text, and I don’t plan on seeing you again. Just please don’t call me again,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder hoping Lucas didn’t hear me.

Then why did you answer the phone,” Jared asked confidently.

“So that I could tell you to leave me alone,” I whispered and heard Lucas coming to the kitchen. I took a glass and filled it up with water, “Yeah, mom, it was amazing, I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. OK, bye,” I said and hung up as Lucas came closer to kiss me and wrap his hands around my waist.

“Where were we,” he asked and leaned lower to plant a soft kiss on my collarbone.

“Mmmm, I believe right there,” I stretched my neck giving him more space to kiss the sweet spot. But the minute I closed my eyes Jared’s face appeared in front of me. I flinched and opened my eyes, shocked with what just happened. I just ran my fingers through Lucas’s hair, gripping it tight and kissing his lips.

Just as the things were about to become steamier his phone rang.

“Oh, c’mon , seriously,” he was so annoyed this time. He took the phone out of his back pocket determined to reject the call, when he saw that his tailor was calling, “Oh, the suit must be done, it’s the tailor, I should pick up,”  I swear I felt like the entire universe was against me and Lucas having sex today.

“Sure, I’ll just go and take a quick shower. You’re free to join me when you’re done,” I said and kissed him on the cheek while he answered the phone.

I used the opportunity to actually let my mom know I’m home. I couldn’t risk Lucas finding out I didn’t speak to her. Luckily, her and dad were home tomorrow night, so I didn’t end up being a complete liar.

I took a nice relaxing shower, hoping Lucas might pop inside any minute, but he didn’t. It turned out he needed to go to the tailor’s for a couple of last fittings and alterations, and I was left alone.

When I got out of the shower, I unpacked and the moment I took the black dress from that night I spent with Jared, the feelings came rushing back. The dress smelled like Jared’s cologne, and I knew I had to get rid of it quickly. I didn’t want to throw it away, because it was gorgeous and I’ve only worn it that one time, but I knew it would always remind me of Jared, and I couldn’t risk Lucas seeing it and smelling a men’s perfume on it.

The rest of the day went by great. Lucas and I hang out, and went to dinner. Luckily, Jared didn’t call me or texted me again, so that calmed my nerves a bit. By the end of the day, both Lucas and I were so exhausted that we’ve just fallen asleep, not having a chance to enjoy each other the way I expected we would.


The next day was hectic. Lucas and I went to the office early in the morning, and kept busy the entire day. Considering I was off work both Friday and Monday, the errands kept piling up so I couldn’t keep my head off the desk for almost the entire day. Above all the chaos, my phone rang off the hook. From the florists, to the tailor and caterer, they all had some details to check up on, and I was completely immersed in my obligations. In between the calls, I received a couple of messages, which I had to ignore if I was gonna do any work during the day.  When I could finally take a break I checked all the texts, only to run into 5 from Jared.

- Hey gorgeous. Miss me already?

Since I didn’t reply to this one, he sent the next one half an hour later.

- Are you giving me the silent treatment? That’s not very nice.

Then the next one, a couple of minutes later.

- I’m on my way to LA, and I need to see you.

That man was more persistent than I thought.

- You’re probably working, but I really need to hear from you.

When I didn’t answer this one, he sent the last one that made my stomach tumble.

- I’ll call you the moment I land. Trust me, you should answer it.

Luckily, I didn’t have any missed call from him, so I was prepared for his one. I was done with most of the work for today, so I just took a couple of minutes to relax on the sofa in my office. Just as I laid down and closed my eyes, I heard the phone ringing. Jared. I jumped off the sofa, immediately, to answer.

“You really need to stop texting me,” I snapped at him.

And you really need to reply to my texts,” he said laughing viciously.

“Look, I was perfectly clear about our relationship, and you just need to accept the fact that I want nothing to do with you,” I raised my voice confidently and started pacing across the office.

So, we have a relationship now, huh? I like that.”

You know that’s not what I meant. Just forget about me, OK? I’m not available,I continued to walk back and forth nervously.

And you know I won’t give up that easily. I just landed, so I’d like you to meet me at The Beverly Hills hotel in an hour; they don’t allow paparazzi there, and we’ll be safe from the public,” Jared said with the calmest voice, like I was about to accept the offer without a question.

“You’re wasting your time with me, Jared. I won’t be there”, I was determined.

You know you will. I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby. Bye gorgeous,” he said and hung up, not giving me the opportunity to reject him again.

I couldn’t believe the nerve he had. I knew Jared was gonna be trouble. I’m gonna kill Maya for giving him my number. But given that he wasn’t gonna stop stalking me, I decided to go and confront him in person. I haven’t felt a single sparkle of excitement when I heard his voice, which was a good sign. That whole Cabo thing must’ve been just a tequila influence, and all that beach romance getting the best of me. I was in desperate need for my man at that beach the night I met Jared, and since Lucas wasn’t there, I guess the loneliness just added to me slipping and letting go to Jared.

I sat back on the sofa thinking how I should approach Jared. The more I thought about it, the more I was confused and unsure of what I should really tell him. I knew I wanted him to stop calling me, but deep down I knew he wouldn’t do that. After I’ve spent half an hour pondering over this messed up situation, I took my blazer and walked out of the office. I texted Lucas that I had to take care of the catering mess, in case he looked for me at the office. I hated lying to him, but this time I really didn’t have a choice.

I drove to The Beverly Hills hotel hoping nobody would see me. Luckily, I was dressed for work, and nobody would think I was anything other than a PR, lawyer or even a CEO. However, the black pencil skirt, black patent Louboutin’s, and a white silky blouse were usually the outfit that always drove Lucas crazy. And I could imagine it would be insanely provocative for Jared as well. Still, I put on my black blazer, to try to make it as less a turn on as possible. The last thing I needed was for Jared to lose it when he sees me. At one moment, my phone buzzed and it was a text from Jared. He sent me a selfie 

with a caption - Don’t make me wait too long.

I was soon in front of the hotel, and the moment I stepped inside the hotel my stomach stated turning. I took a deep breath, took off my sunglasses and saw Jared sitting on a sofa in the middle of the lobby. His face radiated the second he saw me, and I kept mine as serious as possible. He stood up, as I looked around to see if there were people near. Luckily, the receptionist was the only one there, and he was too busy with the guest book. I approached Jared and he came close to me to give me a hug. As we hugged, he kissed my cheek and I backed off quickly.

“OK, so let’s talk,” I said and wanted to sit on the sofa, but as I squatted to sit down Jared grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

“Don’t you think my room would be much more comfortable,” he said and bit his lower lip, “and more private, of course,” he said and smiled.

I tugged my arm away from him and took a deep breath controlling my emotions from exploding.

“Here is just fine,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Do you really want someone to see you talking to me, at a hotel in the middle of the day,” Jared asked and slyly licked his lips.

I hated the fact we were gonna be alone in a room again, but it was a much better option than risking to be spotted by someone I knew. We started going towards the elevator and I prayed we were not gonna be alone in it. Finally, the luck was on my side, since an old couple came right behind us waiting too. Even though they stepped out a couple of floors before Jared’s, he kept his distance the whole time, which I interpreted as a good sign.

As we stepped out of the elevator, Jared took out his key card and walked me to his room. We were inside and it was much more than just a room. It was a lush suite, that took my breath away. 

I heard Jared putting his key card to a table near the door and I walked to a corner sofa in the living room to sit down.

“OK, I’m here and we have to clear something up,” I started speaking when Jared sat really close to me. I gulped at the look of his blue eyes, and started to tingle when his hand suddenly found its way to my knee.

“Yes we do,” he said and tried to kiss me, but I managed to escape him and immediately stood up, placing myself next to the red armchair that was across the sofa.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk about,” I snapped and huffed in frustration, “This is the first and the last time I came to see you. We’re never gonna see each other again,” I said and turned away from him, looking through the window to take a deep breath.

When I turned back to face him, Jared was already an inch away from me. He grabbed me and pulled closer to him. My heart started pounding, I was extremely hot, and I could feel my knees almost wobbly. “I’m…,” he put his index finger on my lips, so I stopped talking and just sighed.

“Shhh, you’re here, and that’s all that matters right now,” Jared whispered and kissed me softly, making me moan immediately through the kiss. 

All of my thoughts were in vain. I was so caught up on his man, that I had no idea what I was doing.

He started to take off my blazer and I just kept kissing him. Then he tossed it on the floor, picked me up and took me to the sofa, never breaking the kiss. He sat down positioning me on top of him. I lifted up my skirt, to straddle him and we kept kissing passionately. His hands roamed all over my body, making me hotter by the second, while I kept my arms wrapped around his neck. In one moment, he tucked the blouse out of my skirt placing his hands underneath it. His warm touch on my back sent shock-waves through my body making me moan second by second. I could feel his arousal growing harder, and it made my body tremble on top of his. 

When he took my blouse off, he swiftly put me down on the sofa, laying on top of me. Lifting my skirt higher, he explored every part of my thighs, while he planted kisses on my tummy, slowly moving up and suddenly bit the right side of my rib cage, which made me arch my back in satisfaction. He continued to kiss my body, going across my chest and all the way to my neck. When he lifted the skirt all the way up, I started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton the jeans, sliding them down his legs. Within seconds, we were again wrapped around each other, having mind-blowing sex that will stay forever engraved in my memory. 

That was it ‒ the point of no return. I’ve slept with Jared yet again, and now I was more than certain that my feelings for Lucas were no longer as pure as they were before. I still loved him, but I was clearly not in love with him, when I was able to feel such lust for Jared. There was not a drop of alcohol in me this time, but it didn’t matter. Jared was my opium, and he made all my reason disappear. How was I supposed to get out of this, was beyond me. My entire future was falling apart before my very eyes, making me feel guilty for betraying Lucas’s love, but on the other hand making me feel so drawn to Jared. 

One thing was for sure, this man was gonna be the end of me, but I couldn’t care less about it. The feeling that he gave me in the previous half hour were so worth it, that the guilt started to wash out with every passing minute.



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An Alternate Interpretation of Big Wolf on Campus

Like most concepts in the horror genre, lycanthropy is often used as a metaphor. Usually with werewolves this is male puberty. This is certainly applicable in Tommy’s case, but I think there is a lens this show can be viewed from whereby being bitten by a werewolf can be interpreted as a sexual awakening, or coming to terms with one’s own sexuality.

In the first episode, Tommy is out on a camping trip with all of his male friends. “Every year me and the guys camped out at the lake[…] but this year was different […] from that night on my life would never be the same.” While there he is bitten by a werewolf, but doesn’t tell anyone what happened.

Tommy starts school in complete denial of anything having taken place during his trip. There he runs into Merton Dingle, a guy he knew since kindergarten, but just noticed for the very first time after having been bitten. His eyes glow and he nearly wolfs out upon seeing him.

Merton is clearly written to be subtextually queer. He is effeminate, likes poetry, art, theater, dancing, miming, cheerleading, watches Dawson’s Creek and The Golden Girls, insists he has too much “style” to be a nerd, dressed in drag, his speech is dramatic… I could go on.

Merton is also bullied in school for displaying his otherness so outwardly. He makes no effort to ‘stay in the closet’, if you will. Tommy doesn’t want anyone to know about his own different nature and hides it, trying to keep his good reputation with the very judgmental small-townspeople around him.

After his first encounter with Tommy, Merton notices his symptoms of lycanthropy when no one else does. Where others find werewolves frightening, Merton is clearly intrigued by them. He mentions seeing Tommy wolf out “gives [him a] thrill inside”.  When he confronts Tommy about it, he denies it. Merton lowers his voice, looking around the room before saying “It’s alright, I know about you. And I think I can help.” Tommy attacks Merton defensively, projecting his own fears about himself and calls Merton a freak. Merton backs off with a warning that Tommy shouldn’t deny what he is.

Tommy then goes on his first date with Stacy where he wolfs out fully for the first time and bails on her. He then breaks into Merton’s bedroom in the middle of the night and begs for help. Merton switches from a fear reaction to blatant homoerotic innuendo in the span of less than a minute. He smirks saying that he could “probe” Tommy but he barely knows him.

Later Tommy invites Merton to go WITH HIM on his second date with Stacy, and Merton responds shyly but is pleased. During this date Tommy ditches Stacy again to help Merton. Stacy then starts dancing with another man. Tommy watches her while standing with Merton and says “That should be me in there dancing with her, but no. Look at me. I’m a freaking monster.” Merton insists he isn’t a monster for what he is. Then Tommy leaves his date to go back to Merton’s house, even after he un-wolfs. On one date with Stacy, Tommy is so distracted spending time with Merton that Stacy leaves him. Merton is shocked to discover after many dates Tommy had never kissed her.

A common trend in the show is where Tommy is out with a girl and leaves her because he wolfs out. Usually this happens when she tries to initiate something physical with him. You could say the lycanthropy actively prevents a sexual relationship with women. His solution is to run to Merton. Merton recites poetry to him among other things to calm his werewolf side, and encourages him saying that Tommy shouldn’t be concerned about dating women at all when he has the gift of being a werewolf instead.

In one episode Tommy is given the opportunity to transfer his lycanthropy over to someone else. Tommy chooses Brett Johnson, someone he admits to admiring and lists his positive qualities. Merton is very visibly jealous. Tommy tries to bite Brett, but stops himself at the last minute. Brett responds “Next time you feel that special way about a fella you should take the time to find out if that fellow feels the same way.”

Tommy then goes to Merton. Merton begs Tommy to bite him instead of someone else. Tommy agrees, much to Merton’s excitement. Merton has his shirt pulled down, and Tommy is physically holding him down over a table, a second from biting him when Stacy is mentioned on tv, making him stop himself again, and run back to his female love interest.

Throughout the course of the series, Merton and Tommy develop a deeply close relationship. They constantly touch and hold each other, faces inches apart when they speak, sharing hugs and even kisses. It only takes 7 episodes before Merton has taken nude photos of Tommy that he sleeps with under his pillow. He also gave Tommy a bath and administered a prostate exam on him. This last being a callback to and fulfilling Merton’s statement about knowing him well enough to “probe him”. A clear metaphor for a sexual relationship between them. Tommy has also slept in Merton’s bed on multiple occasions, and in one instance Merton rocked him to sleep in his arms.

They’ve both admitted that each other is the most important person in the world to them. Merton’s most telling confession being “You can’t die, we’re not done! You’re the only person who made me feel like I was really alive!” Tommy having a similar one in a different episode stating that “[It] meant more to me than anything, except Merton.”

Or maybe more than any other, the scene where Tommy states that becoming a werewolf was almost worth it, because if he hadn’t he would never have gotten to know Merton. 

Two Months

Alex Summers x Reader

Prompt: “I’m not jealous!” “I’ve loved you for years.” “You are being ridiculous!” “Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.” and “It’s not what it looks like.”

Note: I had like five requests that were all something like jealous Alex so I don’t think I’d have enough ideas if I didn’t combine them.

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  • i remember that night
  • the night we kissed
  • standing between our cars
  • still running
  • wasting gas
  • we stood there for an hour
  • your arms around my waist
  • staring into each others eyes
  • not knowing who'd make the first move
  • you'd tried to kiss me the night before
  • and i buried my face in your shirt
  • scared
  • worried
  • guilty
  • but that night
  • that night was different
  • the sun was setting
  • oranges and pinks and purples
  • fading into blue skies
  • into black nights
  • and we stay there
  • standing
  • embracing
  • waiting
  • until you moved
  • your hand to my chin
  • lifting my lips up towards yours
  • gently moving closer
  • and as our lips touched
  • i didn't feel the fireworks
  • everyone talks about
  • i didn't feel the world stop
  • my leg didn't kick up
  • like in the movies
  • instead
  • i felt a warmth
  • a radiance
  • like all those oranges and pinks
  • from the sunset
  • were in my ribs
  • spreading out through my limbs
  • a warmth
  • that filled my soul
  • and left me smiling for the rest of the night
  • and if i'm being honest
  • that same warmth
  • that same radiance
  • that starts in my ribs
  • right below my sternum
  • with rich oranges and a golden glow
  • and hints of pink and streaks of passion
  • like the fresh air of night
  • that you can feel breathing into your soul
  • that warmth
  • i can still feel
  • every time we kiss
Arranged Marriage: Suho edition. Part 2

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Originally posted by qrishan

13 days had already passed since that disastrous dinner. You could still feel shivers down your spine, as you remembered that horrible house. Why did it have to be so big? Who needed that much space? But somehow you knew the answers. That’s why your father set you up to that marriage. So he could show everyone just how rich he was. That made you want to throw up.

But at least the garden was amazing. No, it was breathtaking. That’s why you didn’t want to forget that day. Walking around it with Junmyeon.. No, he asked you to call him Suho.. was amazing. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was a true gentleman. He understood how you felt and tried to make your pain go away. That’s why you felt a little grateful that he wasn’t some kind of a maniac. 

It was Saturday. Your freedom was ticking away. Tomorrow afternoon you would be a married woman. Married to a boy you’ve met once. That was seriously messed up. 

You picked up your phone to see the clock and it showed 12:03. It wasn’t late but all you wanted was to sleep so you rolled in  your bed and hid under the covers. This was the last time you would sleep here and you wanted to make it count. You closed you eyes as the darkness surrounded you. Slow wind blowing from the open window was pleasant. You were already flowing to your dreams when a knock woke you up.

 You didn’t want to open your eyes, because you expected your parents or one of your maids disturbing you for another wedding emergency. But the knock repeated and you realized it was coming from the open window. You immediately sat up and looked to the source of the sound. You weren’t expecting what you saw.

Sitting on the window sill was Suho, swinging his legs in the air. He smiled at you and you realized how silly your surprised expression must have looked. 

“Hey, there” he said.

“Umm.. hey.. I … umm..” what was wrong with you? Why were you so nervous about this?

“You weren’t expecting me here, right?” his smile didn’t leave his face.

“No, I wasn’t” you answered.

“Well, I didn’t think I would come too, but …” there was a long pause and he was looking away, “ But this seemed the only choice really”. 

“Why?” you asked, “Don’t you know that it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?” you could almost feel the sarcasm in your voice.

“Oh, it’s already our wedding day, isn’t it?” he was smiling again. “Well I’m sorry dear wife, but I don’t thing our situation is really follows the rules of marriage.” 

How could he make you laugh so easily? He hadn’t said anything special, but there you were grinning like an idiot. Suho was first to break the silence again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you until now, but I couldn’t. And I don’t think you needed me.” he said.

“Of course, we just needed to say goodbye to our previous lives. We’re going to have each other for a long, long time don’t you think?” you answered and realized that you were actually speaking the truth. 

“Come in, Suho. It’s cold, I don’t want you sick on your wedding day and people thinking that you bailed on me.” he laughed and jumped on the floor, grabbing a chair and sitting on it next to my bed.

“I’m going to miss this bed.” you blurted out.

“You don’t have to say goodbye to it forever, Y/N” he said.

“Staying here won’t be the same to me.” you said. “By the way, I never really asked. Where are we going to live?” It was funny that you had never really thought about that.

“Our parents bought a house for us, not far away from here.” he said and you noticed that he wasn’t looking particularly happy about it.

“Did they organize everything in there?” you asked and you were actually scared of the answer. You weren’t planning to live in a palace.

“Yes, they did, but don’t worry about it. Tomorrow’s our wedding and trust me, everything will be the way you want by the next day.” he said looking at you with a smile. Your eyes rose up. You didn’t understand what he was saying.

“What.. what do you mean?”

“I know you don’t want to live like our parents. So tomorrow is Sunday right? On Monday you’re going to tell me everything you don’t like about the house, or everything you want to have in there. And on Tuesday, you’re going to wake up next to those things.” he said those words without any hesitation. Like there wasn’t any other way he could act.

“Su.. Suho, you don’t have to do that… I.. I’ll just get used to everything. I’ll..”

“No” he interrupted “You already have to get used to me, the least I can do is to make it easier for you.” You didn’t know how to react. When you first saw this boy, you wanted to hate him so much. And now all you wanted was to hug him and never let him go. 

“I should go” he said. “You need rest, tomorrow is a big day.” But you didn’t want him to go. Times were hard for you right now and he was the only person trying to make it easy.

“Suho..” was all you could say, before he climbed into the window.

“Sleep tight, You’ll be sleeping next to me tomorrow, don’t forget” he laughed, and somehow those words didn’t make you fell bad. No, actually you wanted tomorrow to come. 

“Suho, what will tomorrow be like?” you asked him as you approached the window to stand close to him.

“Tomorrow I’m going to wear a black suit, you will be beautiful in a white dress, and we’ll kiss each other in front of hundreds of people.” he laughed again.

“How do I know you’re not a terrible kisser? What if you embarrass me in front of everyone?” you were laughing too.

“Honestly, I don’t care about those people, but just to be sure..” he reached you neck with his hand and drew your face closer to him. “Y/N, can I kiss you?”

You would be very embarrassed if anyone asked you this question, but this was Suho. Instead he was making you shiver, he was making your heart pound so hard you could hear it, you felt your breath slow down as you stepped closer to him, your eyes locked on each other.

 “Yes..” you whispered and felt his soft lips touch yours slightly. This was enough. You weren’t breathing. Everything had stopped around you. It was only him, you and your pounding hearts. You reached your hand to caress his hair and you felt another electric shock through your body as he touched your waist. Both of you stepped back, though it was so hard. 

“I.. I’ll see you tomorrow then?” he said and stumbled almost falling out of the window. 

“Can’t wait.” you answered and smiled at him as he jumped out of your room. 

Your smile didn’t leave your face for a long, long time and you could still feel it as your mother woke you up in the morning. All you could think about was how that small kiss would continue today as you and Suho exchanged your vows.

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ladynoir - follow the leader game

So…I had a hard time, not just because of the prompt (never played the game, didn’t even know it was a thing…in the end I completely deviated from it so fuck it xD) but because the words weren’t flowing properly…I still wanted to write though. It’s not perfect, not sure it’s even good, sorry lol I wanted to post it nonetheless! Hope you still like it though @theywaitforshewho <3

The Start Of Something New

“You’ve never played follow the leader?!” Ladybug asked shocked.

“No…I’ve played Simon Says though, well…something like that seeing as my childhood friend just used her own name instead.” he answered awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

“Poor kitty,” she laughed “it’s not the same thing though.”

Leaning in, he whispered, “You could always teach me. Close and personal, my own private tutor.”

Pushing him away, she chuckled “Ha, you wish.”

Ladybug wasn’t sure if he was pretending to be sad or if he was really feeling down, but just one look at his cat ears flattened against his head and his dejected face, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fine! You big baby. We’ll do a small round. It’s not something hard to understand anyway, but if you want to play I’ll be your partner.”

As if the feeling was never there, Chat Noir was now smirking; apparently he wanted to make it seem like he had been faking it. Marinette knew better by now, it was something he did a lot, close himself behind locked doors and pretend everything was well, when in truth it couldn’t be further away from the truth.

“I want to go first.” Chat Noir almost yelled, raising his hand as if he was a kid in school.

Rolling her eyes she sighed, “I thought I was supposed to be teaching you?”

Even though he was a cat-boy, he sure knew how to make killer puppy dog eyes that pierced  right through her heart. Marinette knew she had to stop indulging him, but she couldn’t help herself when he looked so cute. Resigning herself she gestured for him to go first, both of them getting up from their perch.

Apparently, he wanted to do it a bit differently, which technically destroyed the whole purpose of teaching him how to play the game, but she went with it. Instead of making a line - after all there were only two of them - they faced each other.

Grinning he kissed his hand and blew Ladybug a kiss. She, on the other hand, crossed her arms and stared him down, “I’m not gonna do that.”

“You have to! We’re playing a game, you have to copy what I do. If you refuse you lose.”

“Oh no, I lose? What shall I do now with my life? I should probably go home and cry myself to sleep!”

“If you refuse to do it, you’ll have to do a dare.”

“Those aren’t the rules.”

“They are now. So what do you choose?”

Ladybug considered her options; blowing him a kiss was embarrassing and dumb but the dare was probably going to be much worse, so she did what she had to do. Slowly, and deliberately, she kissed her hand - her eyelashes fluttering seductively - and then softly, she blew her kiss and winked at him. If she was forced to do it, she was going to do it right and destroy the boy in front of her.

Clutching his chest, in an attempt to calm his erratically beating heart, Adrien just stared at his lady. She knew very well what she was doing to him and he honestly didn’t mind, he felt somewhat blessed this stupid game existed - even if he tweaked the rules a little bit.

Somehow his poor childhood gave him a chance to get closer to the love of his life, which made him come to terms with it all. If things were different - if he hadn’t gone through all he had - maybe he wouldn’t be Chat Noir, perhaps he’d never even met Ladybug. Would he be happier that way? Without her in his life? He didn’t know, but now he was sure he’d never change a single moment of his past, because every single one of them brought him to this exact point in time - with a flirty, joking, Ladybug that made him fall harder for her every second they spent together.

“I did it, is the game done now?” Ladybug asked jokingly, shaking him out of his reverie.

“Depends…if it’s done, will you leave?”

It was heartbreaking; the way his voice shook and how the loneliness just seemed to seep out of his body - assaulting her senses - making her want to close the distance and hold her partner till everything was well. Marinette didn’t know what brought his sincerity to the surface, when usually his walls were tall and unbreakable, hidden behind flirting and puns.

The boy beneath the mask was standing in front of her, even though the mask was still in place, he was there, asking - begging - not to be left alone, to be loved.

Shimmering eyes filled with hope and dread, so accustomed to rejection…it felt like she was seeing - really seeing - him for the first time.

Any time now he’d close himself and fire a joke, as if he hadn’t bared his heart to her but before he could do it - before she lost the loose thread that connected her to the boy behind the mask - she affirmed, “Never.”

Chat Noir was so shocked - eyes blown wide, open mouth - that she almost started laughing. He really was adorable, who knew?

Adrien regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth, it sounded needy and lonely; he completely hated the tone of his voice. So how…how did she tell him exactly what he needed? How was she able to break his heart and make it anew?

Standing there, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak. The word repeating itself over and over again in his head. Never, she’d never leave him and that was enough for him. Even if she’d never love him the same way he loved her, he’d follow her to the end of earth.

In every alternate universe, in every life, no matter what he’d fall in love with her just the same and as long as she was happy, that was enough for him.

He couldn’t even blush, the enormity of his feelings too large for his body to process, so he smiled and bowed.

“My lady, I…” he didn’t know what to say. Adrien wanted to yell to the world how much he loved her, how he’d be a lesser man without her by his side but he can’t - even if he wanted to, the words refused to come out - he couldn’t destroy what they had with his own hands, because above it all, he was scared of losing her. So he didn’t, “Thank you.”

They stared at each other for a beat, both of them surprised by discoveries made in the chilly night on a random roof.

Ladybug was confused by a number of things, especially how Chat Noir was affecting her feelings and judgment with his utter honesty. It was getting a bit hard to breathe just looking at him, her heart was starting to speed up, and she didn’t understand why.

“Y-you’re welcome.” Marinette stutters, walking backwards in order to escape. What was wrong with her?

“Yeah…” Chat Noir said, tilting his head in bemusement.

“I should go, you know, cold- it’s cold and I’m sleepy, you know? Yeah, we should both go to bed. SEPERATELY, to bed, each in their own, alone. Yes?”

Ladybug was babbling and it was absolutely endearing, it also reminded Adrien of something - what was it?

Throwing her yo-yo, she got ready to swing away, when his voice stopped her, “My bed is always open for you!”

Groaning she leapt off the roof, “Goodnight Chat.”

“Sleep well buginette.” he whispered to the night.

andrew has a cold

ok i just can’t stop thinking about andrew getting sick and neil taking care of him??

  • image andreil in their apartment 
  • andrew is reading a book with his glasses on and neil is laying in his lap, admiring andrew’s face
  • and neil suddenly gets this huge surge of affection because his smol angry boyfriend is so perfect how is it possible that andrew is all his?
  • so neil gets up really close to andrew’s face 
  • but stops right before their lips touch and whispers “yes or no”?
  • and andrew loves neil
  • he almost always wants to kiss neil
  • he wants to say yes
  • but instead of answering he sneezes right in neil’s face.
  • and neil and andrew kind of just stare at each other for a moment
  • tbh neil is shocked,, he was expecting a passionate make-out session and what did he get? a face full of bacteria get your shit together andrew
  • and then andrew starts laughing but it turns into a coughing fit
  • neil’s just like ok ok no kissing then
  • he gets off of his bf’s lap because he doesn’t want to get infected but at the same time he wants to take care of him
  • so he goes to their bedroom and gets one of their huge fluffy blankets and a pillow and comes back into the living room and drapes the blanket on andrew, and lifts his head slightly to slide the pillow underneath
  • andrew looks so cute drowning in the giant blanket that neil presses the gentlest kiss on andrew’s forehead 
  • and andrew is so angry because he loves this boy so much??
  • neil makes shitty chicken noodle soup and just watches over andrew for the rest of the night and he is so content because he is with the love of his life and everything is okay
  • andrew kisses neil anyway and they’re both sick together thanks andrew
After Party

-Requested-

Prompt- can u do one where ur just at the after party of the socceraid match with niall?? and ur just lovey dovey i guess, love u 💕💕

(A/N- i was literally was writing this and my computer glitched and i lost all of it, so i had to rewrite it all again, but i hope you like it and its what you had in mind - S) 

~ 631 words

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“I knew i would win young Nialler.” Louis teased. Niall rolled his eyes at his mate knowing that he would now have to endure months on none stop teasing. He wrapped his arm around you seeing as you had just walked over after you were talking with the other men’s wives and girlfriends. 

“Shut up Lou.” You defended lightly, kissing Niall’s jawline making the smile on his  face grow bigger. 

“Aww, is your Princess coming to your rescue.” He joked, the boys always teased Niall about all the little nicknames he gave you. Before Niall could respond to his comment one of the players started to talk to Louis about something. So instead Niall turned so that now the two of you were facing each other, your arms draped loosely around his neck and his hands resting on your hips. 

“Thanks for defending me, Love.” He smiled, kissing your lips sweetly. 

“Even though you didn’t win you still did very good. And you looked so sexy out on that field, you looked like a proper footballer.” You said fixing his sports jacket and the collar of the dress shirt he had underneath, you loved how he had a few buttons undone revealing his chest hair. 

“And you, my love, look so sexy in this dress.” He retorted, gently running his large hands up and down your sides. The two of you seemed to be lost in your own little world for a few minutes, forgetting that you were at a party with other people around. All you cared about at that moment was each others presence. 

“Oi! Get a room you two!” Olly called from where he sat on one of the lounge chairs. Niall rolled his eyes and smirked, “Nah, I think we’re pretty good right here Murs.” 

“You two were getting all googly eyed, acting like little school kids.” He joked taking a sip of his beer. You blushed at his comment and smiled, knowing that Niall and you could get pretty lovey dovey with each other. 

“Would you like you go get a drink, (Y/N)?” He asked taking your hand in his larger one and with the other one, jokingly flipping off Olly. Niall lead you through the groups of people that stood on the balcony then inside where the drinks were. 

He grabbed a wine glass for you and poured you some as he got a beer for himself. After handing you the glass he pulled you back into his body, you rested you head on his chest as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He reminded you, as if you could forget. 

“I love you too.” You said looking up into his eye, you loved the shade of blue they were. 

You two stayed like that for a while, just talking about anything, keeping to yourselves and enjoying your drinks before going back out onto the balcony where Louis, Olly and a few of the other players were chatting. 

“Oh look, Romeo and Juliet decided to join us once more.” Louis bantered, nudging Niall with his shoulder.  Niall just laughed at his friend’s banter and pulled you, once more, close into his side. You stayed like that for a while as Niall talked. Even though you weren’t really getting involved with the conversation you laughed at the jokes that were told and listened to Niall’s voice. Something you did a lot. You just loved the way he talked, how is accent made him say a few words differently and the cute little facial expressions he made while he spoke. 

You couldn’t wait to get him alone, back to your shared hotel room where you would cuddle and maybe a little more.

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Holy shit that ending was so terrible and i’m so sorry that it was short. Requests are still open. And follow me on twitter @ heartbrokennjh and add me on snapchat @ niallgirl369. Also if any of you guys are going to SLFL Hershey, Trend Fest in Hershey or going to go to Halsey’s show in Philly HMU. 

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Petition for men, specifically celebrity men, to stop doing the whole “fake kiss” thing and leaning into each other before abruptly backing away and making “oooh gross” faces at each other, like how could anyone possibly believe they’d ever do something so appallingly homosexual and instead be like those two actors from Sense8 who chose to make out like it was a party for no reason instead of promoting the “no homo, dude bro” culture.