stop making faces at each other and kiss instead

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.

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.”

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.

***

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

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Jegulus

- Marry me? 

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

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.

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like-waves-on-the-beach  asked:

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.”

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

theywaitforshewho  asked:

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.

Seven Minutes

A/N: I was rewatching episode 4 from season 1 (my fave episode) when I thought to myself, “Hmm… What if instead of 1 minute in the cupboard, Finn and Rae were in there for 7? Sort of like ‘7 Minutes In Heaven’ maybe.” And that’s when I got the idea to write this one-shot AU. It’s not my best work but I hope you like it! xx

P.S: The first part that is italicized are actual lines from the show, just in case you were wondering. And I recommend you listen to this song while reading. (you don’t have to though!)

Word Count: 1,570 (this includes the original dialogue from the show)

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“Rae?” Finn asked.

“Yeah”

“Why are you being such a complete knobhead to me?” Finn’s question had caught her off guard.

“Sorry?”

“Did I do something to annoy you?” He asked with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“No, I just –“ Before Rae could answer him, Finn had interrupted her.

“Then why are you mugging me off all the time? I apologized for being a bit funny when we first met, but that’s because I didn’t know you. Now, one minute you’re dead nice to me and the next you’re just being totally rude.” He sounded a bit hurt and frustrated as he responded.

“I’m not trying to be rude.” She rushed. She didn’t want to come off as rude; she just wanted to create tension.

“Then maybe it just comes naturally to you.” He paused before continuing. “I thought we were getting on.”

“It’s not as simple as that, is it?”

“It is as simple as that, Rae. Either we’re friends or we’re not friends.” He said with hopes of Rae choosing the first option because he didn’t want to lose her so early on. He’d take what he could get and if it meant that he’d be just friends with Rae, then he’d happily oblige. Although he wanted her to be something more than his friend…

“Maybe I don’t want to be your friend.”

“You what?” He asked as his heart began to break. He couldn’t believe it.

“Maybe I don’t want to be your friend.” She repeated.

“Why not?” Finn asked because if she wanted to end their friendship, he at least wanted to know why.

“Because I-I – “ Rae was fumbling with her words and she could feel her anxiety start to creep up on her.

Close your eyes and count to ten, Rae. He’s waiting for you to answer! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

She took a deep breath before opening her eyes and being faced with Finn’s gaze on her. His gaze faltered as he looked down to the floor. He couldn’t look her in the eyes as she told him why they couldn’t be friends because he knew it’d be too much for him to handle.

“Maybe I don’t want to be your friend, Finn. Maybe I want to be more than that because I really like you.” She said.

He looked up right as her words left her mouth. He probably heard wrong. No. He was pretty confident that she said that she wanted to be more. Does she really want to be more than friends? He couldn’t believe it. She wanted to be more than friends. Rae Earl wanted to be more than friends. And she liked him!

It was her turn to look down as she continued. “I know it’s really stupid to think that you might like me the same way I like you. I mean look at you, Finn! You’re like a Greek god and I’m just a big blob. And I know for a fact that after we leave this cupboard, you’re gonna run off with the girl you just kissed and get off with her or maybe with some other lucky girl.”

“Rae, what are you talkin’ about?” He asked but she just continued to ramble on.

“Why would even look at a girl like me? You have a whole list of girls who’d kill to go out with you. For fucks sake, you’re probably set for this life and the one after it. Bloody hell! I should have never opened my damn mouth!”

“Rae…” He said but didn’t let him speak as she continued to speak.

“You must think I’m mad or fucked up. Or both. You don’t deserve someone as fucked up as me. You deserve someone who isn’t mad, someone who is skinny and pretty and girly, and someone who’ll make you happy. I am none of those things. In fact, I am the exact opposite. You deserve –“

“RAE!” Finn yelled and it brought Rae’s rambling to a complete stop. He had had enough of her putting herself down. He needed to let her to know how he felt before she said anything else.

“What?” Rae inquired after she finally relaxed a bit.

“Can you repeat that again?” Finn begged.

“WHAT? You want me to repeat everything I just said? I don’t even bloody remember what my rambling was about and you expect me to re –“

“No! Can you repeat that first part? The part where you said you wanted to be friends and that you like me.” He said as the side of his mouth quirked up.

“Oh.” Rae gulped.

I just spilled my guts out to him and he asks me to repeat the first part to him. I’m starting to think that he’s the mad one here.

“Finn, I really, REALLY like you. A lot actually. And I want you as more than a friend. But it still doesn’t change the fact that I’m mad and fat while you’re normal and bloody gorgeous. We don’t fit.” She muttered as she hung her head low. She couldn’t look at his face for fear that she would be met with a look of disgust or something worse.

“Listen, Rae.” He started, “I’m really glad that you like me and want me as more than a friend. You have no idea how fuckin’ happy that makes me because I’ve liked you since the moment you stole my 20p because I knew you were different. Those other girls don’t mean anything to me because they are all the same. They wear the same clothes and talk about the same shit every day. But you’re different from them and I like that.” He says.

Finn gently grabs Rae’s chin and slowly tilts her head up so that she can face him. He reaches out and tucks a strand of her raven black hair behind her ear before he cups her cheek in his hand.

She’s so soft. It’s the exact opposite of her personality. And her eyes are so big and expressive. Her nose is so cute and tiny. And her lips look so soft and plump. Oi! How I want those lips on mine.

The charge in the room has shifted once again. The tension from earlier had faded completely as something more electric has taken its place. Finn couldn’t stop staring at Rae, especially her eyes which were now gleaming. Rae couldn’t stop looking at Finn either; his face was breathtaking and his expression held a hint of… lust? Rae wasn’t sure what it was exactly that he was feeling but she knew for a fact that she’d never seen him like this before. And she felt her heart beat start to pick up its pace while simultaneously feeling that her breathing had gotten heavier.

“Rae,” Finn murmured as he closed the small gap between them, “You have no idea how much I want to kiss you.” He said as he looked down at her lips while licking his own lips. His breathe was hot on her face and she couldn’t believe that this gorgeous man wanted to kiss her. It was so surreal to her.

I have to be dreaming! This is too good to be true. Maybe I’ll wake up soon in my warm bed and realize that all of this is just my imagination. But I can’t be imagining this, though, because I can feel his hot breathe on my face. Oh, bollocks! I want to kiss him. AND BAD!

Rae closed the distance between their lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his own arms around her waist and pulled her close, their bodies flushed against each other. Finn, the ever cheeky bastard that he was, teased Rae’s mouth open with his tongue before she gave in and granted him access. Their tongues fought for dominance and Finn felt himself grow hard. He hoped that she wouldn’t notice but when Rae pressed into his hardness, he let out a low moan which, in turn, had solicited a whimper from Rae.

Their hands made their way into each other’s hair and Rae couldn’t help but tug at his hair when he found that sweet spot behind her ear that caused a moan to escape from her lips. Finn couldn’t help but smile at the reaction he got out of her and knowing that he was the one to have caused it. Not his best mate Archie or some other bloke.

These caresses and noises and teases continued on for God knows how long and it would have kept on with their make out session had it not been for Chop who decided to barge in after their seven minutes were up and screaming, “ALL RIGHT YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS! Time for you two to stop sucking each other’s faces off and come back to Earth!”

But instead of breaking off the kiss, they both flipped him the bird which caused Chop, along with a few other witnesses, to laugh.

“Look at ‘em go! That’s my boy Finn!” Chop exclaimed which caused Finn to flip him the bird again.

Finn decided that that was enough of their audience and went to kick the door to the cupboard closed but before it shut completely, he, along with Rae, heard Archie declare, “I knew they liked each other! I told you so! But no one ever listens to uncle Archie!”

and max lightwood lived on - a malec drabble

“You’re still awake?”

Alec turned at the sound of Magnus’ voice. He had been standing above Max’s bed, looking down at him. He had memorized everything about him; the little noises he made while he slept, how he scrunched his little nose or moved his fingers. He hadn’t noticed how exhausted he felt.

He smiled at Magnus. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stop looking at him.” He had never known a greater joy. 

Magnus laughed gently and moved towards them. “I don’t know if that’s good for the baby.” He kissed the top of Alec’s head, and then they sat in silence for a while, listening to each other’s breathing and looking down at their son. 

“You’re a great dad, Alexander.”

Alec looked up at Magnus, and something in his expression made Magnus’ chest ache. “I hope I’m a better dad than I was a brother.”

A muscle moved in Magnus’ jaw. “Don’t say that,” he said, and his voice sounded strained. “Max loved you, and your son does as well.” 

Alec didn’t say anything. He had been thinking about Max lately, about his brother who didn’t get to grow up and have a family of his own. It made him angry, so impossibly angry that he couldn’t breathe. And he felt like it was his fault, all of it, because why wasn’t he there why didn’t he save him why why why. And he was scared for his son who was born into this same world of war and fighting and death, because what if he couldn’t save him either?

It was only when Magnus took him by the hand and pulled him into a hug did he realize that he had been crying. He fell against Magnus chest, pressing his face into the crook of his shoulder. 

Magnus’ hands were in his hair, and he kept whispering into his ear that everything was okay, that it’s always going to be okay when they’re together. Alec nodded and closed his eyes until the only thing left in the entire universe was this little room and him and Magnus and their son. 

They stood like that for a long while, holding each other, they bodies flushed together, whispering to each other and pressing gentle reassuring kisses the other’s cheeks and temples and forehead. 

“He still lives,” Magnus whispered against Alec’s lips. “Your brother still lives through you and your sister and your parents. He is so proud of you, my darling. He loves you and he loves your son.” He kissed him again, putting everything he could into that one kiss. When they pulled apart, he whispered, “And I love you as well.”

“Thank you,” Alec whispered. “Thank you and I love you and I’m sorry.”

“You don’t ever have to be sorry.”

They kissed again. This time, though, it was Max who broke them apart. He had woken up, and his cries filled the room. 

Magnus leaned over his crib and made a face. “Well, it seems like Max has a present for us.”

They looked at each other and both yelled, “Not me!” at the same time, and suddenly they were laughing and they couldn’t stop, and like it always seemed to happen when he was with Magnus, Alec felt every tiny, broken piece of himself come back together.

They ended up changing the diaper together, and the whole time they were laughing and kissing each other and making silly faces at Max until he giggled. Alec remembered doing the same thing to his brother, only now, with Magnus and his son at his side, the memory brought happiness instead of pain. 

And Max Lightwood lived on.  

Movie Night

Prompt By Anynomous: Are you still writing Steroline drabbles and taking requests?? If so, can you write one about Caroline/Stefan being super flirty and playful, while home alone at Stefan’s house, after they’ve been a couple for a while!!? Thanks!!

A/N I had a lot of fun writing this. I have 11 prompts, so be prepared for a lot of writing! Also if you ever have a prompt don’t be afraid to request.

“Seriously Stefan?” Caroline whined, staring at her boyfriend.

“What?” Stefan asked, a confused look on his face.

“We agreed to have this movie night while Elena and Damon are away and you’re still writing in your journal?”

Stefan smirked as he gazed at the journal resting on her legs. Caroline had her back resting on one arm of the couch and her legs stretched over Stefan’s lap.

“Carolie you know that I like writing in my journal, besides we’ve seen this movie like a million times,” Stefan countered.

“You got to pick the movie last time and what’s wrong with The Titanic?”

“Ummm, how about the fact that I was around when it happened and it’s considered a classic. Do you know how old that makes me feel?”

Caroline and him laugh, as Caroline rolls her eyes at his comment. Stefan all the while, rubbing comforting circles on her legs. Eventually they go back to a comfortable silence, as Caroline watched the movie and Stefan wrote in his journal.

Suddenly, Caroline reached out to the coffee table. Past the mugs of blood, glasses of wine, bowl of popcorn, plate of chocolate covered strawberries and more snacks to grab the remote. Once she finally retrieved the device the movie was paused and she turned to face Stefan, who was once again writing in his journal.

“Need something dear?” Stefan asked, in mock innocence.

Caroline rolled her eyes and playfully stuck her tongue out at him. “Read it to me,” she requested in a calm voice.

Stefan let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes at how silly his girlfriend was being. But after a few seconds of silence, in which Caroline’s gaze didn’t move from his face Stefan finally looked at her.

“You’re not serious,” he groaned.

“Oh I am completely serious. Stefan I never, ever snoop because I have been waiting years for this, but I’ve always wondered. So just read me a bit of it,” Caroline begged.

“Fine,” Stefan gave in. “Today Caroline came over. At first it was fun, but then she wouldn’t let me write and we had to watch Titanic and-”

“Stefan!” Caroline interrupted. “Please be serious!”

“I don’t know Care I-” but with one look at her blue eyes he knew that there would only ever be one answer. “Okay,” he sighed.

The biggest smile Stefan had ever seen graced Caroline’s face, as she slid down the couch and lied down.

“Caroline came over today for a movie night. We decided to watch The Titanic and I made fun of her saying that I lived through it. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of her laughter. But then again I don’t think I will ever tire of her at all and that is the thing that scares me the most. I remember my life without her and I don’t think I will ever be able to get back to that awful  time. I have never been happier and I can’t imagine that going away. 

"In my whole immortal life I have experienced love twice, but nothing has ever come close to this. I’m not sure why, but I’m scared of telling Care this because even though I know she’ll never leave me I have never felt so vulnerable. I’m in love with her and I have never loved another person more.”

Stefan finished off his speech by closing his journal, while not meeting Caroline’s eyes. She just gazed at the side of his face, not knowing what to say.

After a minute or so, she removed her legs from his lap and perched herself onto her knees. With a hand that shook slightly she reached out and cupped Stefan’s cheek, making him face her.

“Stefan I have always loved you…and no matter how many times you make fun of me, how many times you make an old man joke or how many times we have to watch Titanic I will never stop loving you.”

With that Stefan leaned forward and their lips met in a soft and passionate kiss. There wasn’t lust or fire or sexual feelings in the kiss. Instead there was love and comfort and it was hardly a kiss, but more of a promise. A promise to always stand by each other and to never waver.

Not that either of them wanted to.

hexcoderose  asked:

If you're still taking prompts, Sciles drunk!fic?

This got me thinking about The Sleepover That Changed Everything. They were fifteen or maybe sixteen, Scott hadn’t been bitten yet, and everything was, well, everything was the way it was before The Sleepover That Changed Everything. They were friends, best friends, best friends forever. There was nothing they didn’t know about each other. Scott was like a second son to the Sheriff and Stiles was like a second son to Melissa—

But then again, none of that has changed. All of that is still the way it was before The Sleepover That Changed Everything. And all of that, Stiles knows, will continue to be the way it is. It will, because he and Scott, their friendship is the through-thick-and-thin, for-better-and-for-worse kind of friendship that runs too deep to ever fade away or fall apart.

So maybe The Sleepover That Changed Everything did not, in fact, change everything. But something did change that night, and the tendrils of that change reached into every fiber of the bond between them, made it at once stronger and more precious, more fragile. Made it different.

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