that winky smiley face

  • Akmazian:
  • - is an (alleged) intergalactic terrorist
  • - head of the black market on a giant space station
  • - managed to avoid getting caught even though he is priority #1 criminal
  • - travels into very dangerous areas of the universe to see murderous people on the off-chance they have information on why he was framed
  • - blows said people up (and was pretty clever about it, too)
  • - generally unimpressed with everything and everyone
  • - lives in an abandoned cargo bay with rats (or something) the size of dogs
  • Also Akmazian:
  • - decides a cloak that makes him look like Robin Hood is the perfect disguise and suuuuper inconspicuous
  • - sends people cheeky winky face smileys via text
  • - uses angry shadow puppets to get his point across
  • - is as subtle as a brick about his crush on Ryan
  • - calls his space ship 'Silent Storm'
  • - takes mission photos for his scrapbook (or pretends to to get a picture with Ryan)
  • - uses his position in the black market to get his crush a kitten

some protective father/daughter sentence starters as requested.

’ where do you think you’re going dressed like that? ’
’ i don’t want you out past ten. ’
’ i would rather you stay in tonight. ’
’ who’s this number that keeps texting you? ’
’ hunny, you can’t leave the house wearing that. ’
’ your skirt is a little short there, don’t you think? ’
’ i don’t want you hanging around that kid anymore. ’
’ you don’t want me to take you to school? ’
’ i always give you a ride, always. ’
’ where are you going? i can take you. ’
’ i blocked that kids number from calling and texting you. ’
’ been spending a lot of time with that boy, huh? ’
’ i don’t think you should go out tonight. ’
’ it’s too late to go anywhere, are you insane? ’
’ why didn’t you answer any of my calls? ’
’ sent you text after text and no reply? do you want me to take your phone? ’
’ if you don’t start answering your phone for me i’m going to take it. ’
’ what happened to the money i gave you? ’
’ why didn’t you call me first? ’
’ i just want you to know, i’ll always be here. ’
’ i didn’t know you were dating boys already. ’
’ i really don’t like you being around boys. ’
’ i don’t trust that boy, you should ditch him. ’
’ i bought you something today, wanna see what it is? ’
’ it’s just you and me, it’s all been you and me. ’
’ you look so much like your mother sometimes. ’
’ need help zipping up your dress? ’
’ you look beautiful, except that dress is too short. ’
’ you look nice with your hair pinned back like that. ’
’ sometimes i watch you sleep, just to make sure you’re breathing. ’
’ i just don’t want to lose you. it’s my biggest fear. ’
’ you never call me anymore, why not? ’
’ what’s wrong? are you in some kind of trouble? ’
’ i missed you today, did you miss me? ’
’ how about i take you shopping later, yeah? ’
’ you know, i’ll always be here for you whenever you need me. ’
’ i don’t know it that’s appropriate for your age. ’
’ is there something you aren’t telling me? ’
’ where the hell have you been? do you have any idea what time it is! ’
’ you can’t stay out all night and expect me to sleep! ’
’ if you ever get scared, you can always come sleep with me. ’
’ sometimes i forget you’re not a little girl anymore. ’
’ you had me worried sick! where were you? ’
’ that’s it! you leave me no choice! you’re grounded! ’
’ wait, you’re hanging out with some boy? ’
’ who’s this boy now? i wanna meet him. ’
’ do you need some help studying? ’
’ since i work weekends, thought maybe you could join me. ’
’ are you okay? need anything? ’
’ i really missed you today. i thought about you all day. ’
’ want to go catch a movie with me instead? ’
’ i will buy your love if that’s what it takes. ’
’ you make me so happy, i’m so proud of you. ’
’ you made me the happiest man alive when you were born. ’
’ so, where do you want to go for our summer vacation? ’
’ where have you been? you’re late! ’
’ i’m putting cameras up everywhere in the house for security. ’
’ i took your bedroom door off, figured you didn’t really need it. ’
’ i think we should move, find a house with closer bedrooms. ’
’ hey! what do you think of sharing a room with your old dad? ’
’ do you really like this place? sometimes a move is good. ’
’ what you say we do something fun this weekened? just you and me? ’
’ i was thinking me and you could do something this weekend. ’
’ i really would appreciate it if you called me back. ’
’ what do you have your phone for? if you never answer? ’
’ you trying to get away from me, huh? ’
’ i just wanted to spend some time with you. ’
’ i say we go catch a quick movie. ’
’ i sent you winky face? i didn’t mean to, meant to send a smiley. ’
’ so, what’s the slang you kids use these days? ’
’ so, you want to invite your friends over? ’
’ i’d like to get to know yours friends a little better. ’
’ are you ignoring me? ’
’ aw, come on, you can’t stay mad forever. ’
’ i hate it when you’re mad or upset with me. ’
’ okay, what did i do? look, i’m sorry. ’
’ you forget about our plans tonight? ’
’ it hurts my feelings that you forgot about our plans. ’
’ hey, you owe me, remember? ’
’ need any help with that homework? ’
’ want me to give you a nice shoulder massage? ’
’ need any help with anything tonight? ’
’ please tell me you’re not leaving the house in that outfit. ’
’ i went through your clothes, got rid of all the revealing stuff. ’
’ i put a tracking device in your phone, so i know where you are at all times. ’
’ school called, said you weren’t in class? ’
’ you remind me so much of your mother sometimes. ’
’ don’t sass me, don’t you ever sass me! ’
’ hey, don’t talk to me like that! i am your father young lady! ’
CS FF: Casual Fridays

A/N: For @lifeinahole27, who long ago left me the prompt of ‘Captain Swan - casual Friday.’ Thanks go to @lenfaz for reading this over.

Summary: It was supposed to be just another one-night stand, but somehow she got carried away with this one.

Words: 4000 | Rating: M | ao3

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Emma was pretty sure that if she wanted to take the time, she could write a really useful guide on what not to do when looking for a potential one night stand. Forget warnings like not being too drunk, not forgetting to pack a condom, and texting a friend to let them know where you are, these seemed like a given. There was plenty of more useful advice that could be shared.

For instance, don’t go for the guy at the bar with too much hair gel. It will end up with him getting all too handsy before you’ve even left the bar, and you’ll be lucky if he’s ever taken the time to figure out where a woman’s clit is given how long he’s spent getting his hair like that. Or don’t pick up the bartender of your local bar, unless you have no plans to return. Ever. Or avoid the guy in the corner of the coffee shop with the ponytail, he’s definitely going to recite some sort of poetry in your ear while trying to get you off and it is just going to kill it for you.

Or, much like the bartender scenario, don’t fuck your neighbor. No matter how hot or enticingly accented he may be, if your entire goal is an orgasm (or two, if you were lucky) and to never see the guy again, fucking your neighbor is counterproductive.

Emma was pretty sure this point couldn’t be high enough on said guide.

(Even if said neighbor delivered three.)

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You Ain’t Got No Skills (Lin x Reader)

Masterlist

Request- “365 with Lin (( if u dont write rpf then with Alex ))”

“Everything has been different since I fell in love with you.”

A/N- (I’ve gotten a lot of requests saying “idk if you do this or not….” Guys. I will write practically ANYTHING. :) If you request it,  I will write it eventually. Speaking of “writing something eventually” I have soooo many requests right now. Requests are open unless I say otherwise but don’t expect your fic for awhile because I write in order of when received the request. ALSO this is the first fic where I write in third person instead of second for a bit so I hope that’s not super weird.)

Words- 1,913

You beamed proudly as you saw all your closest friends bowing. The audience’s cheers were deafening. Without even looking, you knew many of them were crying. They did every night. You had cried your first few nights working too. It was a freaking emotional musical. Being a stage hand for Hamilton wasn’t your only job, but it was probably your favorite one. 

One by one the cast exited the stage and highfived and hugged you as they usually did. You told them all what a wonderful job they had down. A few of them hung around and talked to you for awhile. These were your favorite people to be with. You noticed Lin hanging nearby and smiled at him. He looked kind of shocked but then smiled back. 


Lin had been staring. Again. It was starting become a real problem. She had caught him several time, but always just smiled her breathtaking smile. Chis Jackson walked up to Lin.

“Hey, man! What’re you-oh” Chris realized exactly what he was doing. “Man, you gotta stop this. You’ve been crushing on her for like a year. You’ve been practically in love with her for almost just as long.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Lin said. 

“I mean I don’t want to say I told you so, but if you had asked her out right away like I said you should, you wouldn’t be stuck in this co-worker friend zone situation.” Chris pulled of part of his elaborate costume. 

“I know.” Lin sighed defeated and leaned against the wooden wall. 

“Don’t give up though, man! You still have time.” Chris looked right at Lin. “Can I suggest sooner rather than later.” Lin shrugged. The idea of asking Y/N out and having her turn him down seemed much worse than continuing to live in his day dreams. Lin and Chris were both watching as she hugged Ariana goodbye and started gathering up a few things around her. 

“Here’s your chance, ask her out right now.” Chris said. Lin gave him a nervous look, but Chris was already pushing him towards Y/N. 

“Hey…Y/N. Can I talk to you for a second?”


You turned around and saw Lin scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile. It the most adorable thing you’d ever seen. You’ve had feelings for Lin since your first day working at Richard Rogers. There was a lot of down time in side the theater, hiding from the fans outside, and you’d spent a lot of that time with him the first day.  

“Yeah, of course Lin” You smiled at him. He laughed a little.

“Well I was just umm..” he wasn’t meeting your eyes. “I was wondering if you uh-” 

“Lin! Tina Fey’s here and she wants to meet you!” someone shouted. 

“You better go, genius.” you told him, smiling. 

“I..look, wait right here, okay?” He said. 

“Lin I-”

“Just stay there I’ll be back in a flash, I promise.” You rolled your eyes at his typical spastic nature. You continued organizing some of the stuff that was left behind in the rush of performances. 

Lin was right he was back very soon. 

“How’s Tina?” you joked. 

“Oh she’s great really funny.” he was out of breath. “Look, Y/N. Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asked the question so quickly it took you a moment to realize what he’d asked. He himself looked shocked. “I mean, like-”

“I’d love to Lin.” you stopped him before he could say something to ruin it.

“You would?” 

“Yeah” you said. He smiled brightly at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Lin!” Someone shouted again, but Lin stayed put.

“You should probably go, Lin.” 

“Oh! Right! I’ll…text you?” he said. You nodded and he smiled before sprinting away. 


He definitely texted you. A whole paragraph. 

 Hey Y/N, lemme just say I’m so beyond happy that you agreed to go out with me. Like you have no idea. The whole cast is going our for drinks after the Friday performance this week, and I know a lot of people were hoping you would too. But I also kind of want to do something just us. I feel like you and I haven’t gotten to hand out alone for awhile, and that sucks ya know? Anyway I was thinking maybe Thursday after the performance you and I can do something together. I know it’ll probably be late, but I thought it could be fun. I don’t know, let me know what you think

x Lin

Who even signs their name after texts?  You laughed at your phone and texted back. 

Thursday sounds great :)

x Y/N


“Smiley face! What does a smiley face mean?” Lin shouted. 

“It means she digs you!” Anthony said. 

“Nah, a winky face means she digs you. A smiley face means she just being nice.” Daveed said. 

“Just being nice? So she doesn’t like me?” 

“Okay, but this is Y/N we’re talking about. She only uses winky faces ironically.” Jazzy said. 

“True.” Oak said. “I wouldn’t know if she likes you or not though.”

“Oh I definitely think she does.” Daveed responded. 

“Really?” Lin’s voice squeaked.

“Yes!” Several voices echoed. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so worried, Lin!” Anthony said. “She already said she’d go out with you.”

“I don’t know.” Lin looked down.” I just really don’t wanna mess it up.”

“Oh my god.” Daveed said. 

“He loves her!” Jasmine exclaimed. 

“HOLY SHIT! Lin’s in love with Y/N!” Oak shouted. Renée burst into the room. 

“Lin’s in love with who?” she asked excitedly. 

“Y/N!” several people shouted. 

“Oh yeah I knew that.” Renée said,somewhat disappointed.  The room erupted into laughter. “She totally likes him too though.” 

“Actually?” Lin said, excitedly. Renée put her hand on Lin’s shoulder. 

“You have nothing to worry about.”


Thursday came faster as you expected, but it still didn’t feel fast enough. You were standing on the side of the stage passing props and having whispered conversations when you heard a voice close up to your ear. 

“We still on for tonight?” You turned around and saw Lin smiling at you. He was wearing his black outfit and had glasses on. 

“Of course!” you whispered back. Lin kept smiling at you. “Lin.” you whispered. “You’re on.” you said nodding to the stage. 

“Shit!” he whispered. He ran to the side of the stage and walked on right before he almost missed his entrance. You were still laughing when Daveed came offstage in a magenta suit. 

“What’s got you all happy?” he said with a smirk.

“Nothin’” you shrugged. 

“Could it be your date with Lin tonight?” 

Your face dropped. “You know about that?” 

“I know lots of things.” he said smiling. 

“Go get changed” You order blushing. He put his hands up in defense and walked away. You smiled again. It seemed Lin was just as excited. 


After the performance was over, you sat on a couch in one of the dressing rooms until Lin changed. You had already changed since you didn’t want to wear you work clothes on a first date with someone, especially if that someone already saw you in those clothes almost every day. You were wearing dark jeans and a turquoise top that showed part of your midriff. You heard a knock and looked up to see Lin standing in the doorway wearing jeans and and a gray button down. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. You stood up and smiled at him. 

“Wow..” he breathed. You looked down and blushed. “Shall we go?” He held out his arm and you took it. 

“Where’re we going anyway?” you asked as you exited the theater through a door that was less crowded with fans. It was lat enough that most people had already left. 

“I was thinking we could just walk around until we see something to do.” 

“You, Lin-Manuel Miranda, wanna just walk around Broadway.” you said in shock. 

“Nah we’re getting the hell out of here.” he smiled. You turned down a street and started walking away from the lights and sounds of Broadway. You were walking around the Lower East Side when a small unassuming bar caught your eye. 

“You wanna go in?” he asked with a small smile on his face. The bar looked down right trashy. 

“Live a little, Lin!” you smiled. 

“No problem!” he shot back. You both walked in. It was just as you expected. Super trashy. Lin raised his eyebrows and laughed. You picked a spot side by side at the bar, and ordered drinks. 

Conversation flowed easily between you two. Eventually you scooting your chairs closer to hear each other better. He might lay a hand on your leg every once in awhile, and you might have touched his arm every time you laughed. The conversation switched between serious and not every few minutes. 

“I mean doesn’t it get hard? Having people expect so much from you?” You asked him. 

“Oh hell yes!” he responded. “It used to be worse though. I cared so much about what everyone thought about what I did. I’ve read every review every written for In The Heights.” he laughed lightly. 

“Well what changed?”

“I realized their opinions weren’t what mattered to me. I only really cared about impressing you. Honestly, everything’s been different since I fell in love with you.” You stared at him wide eyed. He mimicked your look. “Oh my god, that’s definitely not something that you say on the first date. I am so sorry, Y/N.” Lin put both hands over his face.

“Lin. It’s fine.” 

“It’s really not.” his voice was muffled by his hands. 

“Lin, look at me.” you said softly. He sighed and met your eyes. “Lin I…I love you, too.” you said, not fully realizing how true the words were until you said them out loud. 

“You-” Lin started, but you cut him off by kissing him. He was stunned, but quickly brought a hand up to your face. His tasted lightly of alcohol. You leaned so close you thought you might fall off the bar stool. 

“Last call!” the barman shouted gruffly. Lin pulled away from you gently. 

“Is it really that last?” he whispered. His face was still unbearably close. 

“I guess so.” you whispered back. You really did not want to leave, but you both had to work the next day. 

“I’ll get you a cab.” Lin stuttered. He helped you step off the bar stool and you both paid for you drinks. Lin felt bad having you pay, but you insisted that you liked it better that way. 

You walked out of the bar and Lin hailed a cab down for you. It took a few tried but he finally flagged one down. 

“Do you want to just split one?” you asked, wondering how he would get home. 

“No…I think I’m gonna walk for a bit.” he said. 

“Be safe.” 

“Are you gonna go tomorrow night?” he asked nervously. 

“Yeah, I think so.” A grin spread across both of your faces. He looked at you hesitantly then leaned in a kissed you quickly. 

“I’ll uh text you.” 

“You better.” you winked at him before stepping into the cab and closing the door. Lin watched as you drove off. You gave the driver you address. Sighing, you laid down in the backseat, clutching your purse to your chest which was tight with emotion.

“Good night?” the driver asked with an amused tone. 

“The best.” you replied. 

[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s a Match!

Another day another chapter~!

A continuation of my Secret Santa gift for @neverbetheexpectation

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 3]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s a Match!

Summary: “Oh my God, I just matched with Adrien Agreste, oh my freaking God! Chat!! Chat, come come come! Look look!”

But Chat Noir wasn’t paying her any mind. Because the moment she started screaming about her new match, Chat Noir tried to quickly exit out of his matches page so that he wouldn’t see who popped up. But it was far too late, because right when he blinked, his phone buzzed with an excited message about his new match.

He was not expecting it to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng.


Chapter 2: Hangout


Marinette: ok explain to me right now with sources and testimonials from experts why this would be at all a good idea

Adrien snorted and tried to make the texting he was doing in his lap look nondescript while he made occasional glances up at the lecture that was going on in front of him. 

Adrien: you have no faith! the novelty of placing a protagonist into something like mecha strike is super intriguing. like come on. think of the storyline you could create

He sort of remembered Marinette complaining to him a couple of nights ago that she was falling behind in all of her literature reading and needed to start paying more attention in class to help her catch up. But he snuck a peek at her notebook from his seat next to her and saw that she was doodling random dresses and suits in the corners of her pages and writing out the words “ban the Mecha Strike movie!” over and over again across the page. When she finally received his message, she huffed, turned her notebook towards him, and started frantically typing a response, all the while making Adrien laugh quietly behind his tablet. Thank goodness they sat in the back of the classroom.

Marinette: ok but pick a one player story driven game to do that with. mecha strike is a fighting game and that’s it. why try to add plot to something that doesn’t need it?

Adrien: look at street fighter! they made that into a movie

Marinette: that movie totally bombed!

Adrien: that’s because they did nothing with the characters. have you read the summary of the mecha strike movie? they created a whole backstory for the mech!

Marinette: ugh that’s making me nervous

Adrien: it’s going to be totally cool

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New things

Last night I tried another new thing…

I went to an air guitar competition last night.

If you have never been, I highly recommend it. It was an absolute blast. Funny and awesome – those people had some serious courage to get up there at all and they were mostly really good. In fact, one guy was absolutely amazing.

There was another guy that had a tv on his head showing either old school expressions like a smiley face or a winky one and images from Wayne’s World. Seriously cool.

And the pub that was hosting has a lot of cool events, like stand up comedy nights, live music, all kinds of stuff. Definitely going to try to go there more often.

So I did a new thing that may lead to more new things

3

Waiting for Lux in her quarters at the Refuge, was a dozen red velvet cupcakes from Denton Bakery. Along with the socialite’s favorite treat, there was a card and a bouquet of flowers as well as a neatly wrapped box. 

Dearest Lux,

I know you dont like a lot of attention on this day but you’re my best friend. So naturally, I have to wish you happy birthday. I hope this year treats you well and brings you joy.

Happy Birthday, darling! 

Love,

Alissa 

Inside the box was a commissioned Bulletproof Belle design by Mister Zubhair Mirage that was made to Lux’s measurements. There was also a small card inside the box that read, “Mr. Mirage helped…” with a winky smiley face. 

@luxelen

anonymous asked:

tips for kissing? and like making moves?

since im a girl and you asked me, im assuming youre a girl. im not that good (well i havent gotten any complains so far???) but heres how i usually do it

start by sending signals. look at him straight in the eye then slowly down to his mouth then wet your lips then bite your lower lip while looking at him in the eye again. after that, slowly close the distance between you two. you can lightly brush your lips to his at first then trace his lips using your tongue. dont wet his mouth so much cause too much saliva is gross. after tracing his lips, lightly bite his lower lip then if he likes it, add pressure by biting a bit harder. on kissing him,swirl your tongue around his like how you lick an ice cream cone. you can also suck his tongue then slowly release it but before you totally release his tongue, flick at the tip of his tongue. idk it will really come naturally. you can let him lead you too. find your rhythm. (seriously just suck his tongue like how you’ll suck him). use your hands too like run it on his hair or wrap it around his neck or anywhere you want! he will respond if he likes it. last, while pulling away, smile. seriously a smile after a kiss is the best thing ever.

added note: once you part ways you can also text him a smiley “:)” or a winky “;)” face just to let him know that the kiss or what happened that day meant something to you and that youre still thinking of him!

kissing should just be natural. at first kissing might be complicated but you’ll get used to it then you’ll get to know what he prefers more. nobody knows your man better than you do! 

making moves idk what you mean by this!

but anyway hope ive helped!!

Strangers on a Bus Ch. 3/4

“Or the Bellamy fell asleep on Clarke’s shoulder on the bus and now she’s his date to his sister’s wedding” AU
Chapters one and two
[AO3]

Clarke saw a lot more of Bellamy Blake over the next four days than she’d originally been intending.  His sister’s wedding was on the Saturday.  It was Thursday and she still didn’t have a dress, her nails were a mess, and she was digging through her makeup bag, cursing at the products that had satisfied her just fine before.

Abby was leaning in the doorway of her bathroom, smiling just the slightest bit.

Clarke didn’t need to ask why either.  It had been a long time since she’d been this nervous and excited about going anywhere with a guy.

“So,” Abby said after Clarke shoved aside the third blush she’d dug out of her bathroom drawers.  "Do you want to go look at dressed today?“

Clarke’s head snapped up.  "Dresses.  Yes.  Yes, I need a dress.”

Abby laughed.  "Leave in thirty?“

Clarke had already returned to sorting through her makeup.  "Yeah, sure,” she replied distractedly.  "But we’re going to need to make a stop at Sephora, too.“

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It Started With a Follow *Luke Hemmings One Shot*

WORD COUNT: 4,268

My phone sat in my back pocket while I chatted with some friends during lunch. It was a few days until the last day of school. We would be graduating in a matter of days and I was excited. There was a loud ping from my pocket and I jumped slightly not realizing my ringer had been on all day.
“You better turn that off,” my friend says from the other side of the table. I give her my signature, ‘no shit,’ look and pull it out of my pocket. It’s a notification from twitter, probably just some random from school following me because we go to the same school. I turned the ringer off and clicked the little note. I’m alerted to seven new followers and at quick glance I see that I was right, random people from school. One image catches my eye however and I can’t help but feel my heart beat quicken. The icon is familiar and when I look at the name on the list of followers I’m convinced it has to be some sort of joke.
I clicked on the picture of the blond boy with amazing blue eyes and his profile pops up little blue and white check and all. I start to shake slightly looking up at my friends in disbelief was I dreaming. I had to be Luke Hemmings didn’t really follow me. “What?” my friends start to ask repeatedly, while I sit there like a fish out of water my mouth opening and closing rapidly as I try and think of what to say. I’m in complete shock and I don’t know how to get out of it. Part of me wants to run around screaming and jumping, hell I would even break out into song if I wouldn’t get in trouble.
“He followed me!!” I shout once I’m recovered enough to speak.
“Who?” they ask.
“Lucas fucking Hemmings that’s who!” I answer back still bubbling with excitement. I start bouncing in my seat and the girls look at me like I’ve gone bonkers. They roll their eyes not understanding why I care so much. They like 5SOS but they don’t love them, they don’t fawn over their every move and they don’t twitter stalk them hoping for a follow from at least one of them. They start to laugh while I ramble on in a fangirling frenzy.
“Why don’t you dm him can’t you do that now since he follows you back?” (Y/F/N) asks turning to me. I freeze I can do that now, I start typing away on my phone avidly hoping he reads the message, “I’ll take that as a yes,” she chuckles.
I spend the next ten minutes of lunch typing away and erasing because I don’t want to sound crazy-stalker-fan-ish. I finally decide on a simple, “Thanks for the follow, I love 5SOS you are amazing,” I slip my phone into my pocket knowing he wont message back that fast.
The rest of the day I’m beaming from the excitement of him actually following me. When I got home later that day I checked my phone seeing if I had a reply. I hadn’t actually expected to have a reply so when I clicked my DMs and there was nothing I just threw my phone down on the counter and searched for something to eat. With a snack in hand I couldn’t help but find myself drumming my fingers against the counter my eyes trained on the phone on the counter. I was nervous what if he did reply would I know what to say. I didn’t want to waist this opportunity I mean how often do you get the chance to actually talk to a celebrity you admire and love.
I sighed to myself loudly and tossed my trash. I picked up my phone and let it fall into my pocket. I threw myself on the living room couch and watched something trying to get my mind off the potential conversations we could have. I lost myself in a movie and completely forgot my phone was even in my pocket. I felt the vibration and pulled it out thinking it was a text or maybe my mom calling to tell me she was bringing something to eat.
My heart pounded as I realized it was a DM alert. He had actually messaged me back. I clicked the notification with shaky hands and then my eyes scanned over his message. “Anything, for a beautiful girl like you,” there was even a winky face with the nose and all. Was Luke Hemmings really sending me a flirty DM. I seriously thought I had died and gone to heaven, or I was asleep living a cruel, cruel dream.
I had one chance I had to flirt back and quick because he might still be on. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls Mr. Hemmings,” I said using the same face he did. My heart pounded and I prayed he would reply soon.
I locked my phone because I couldn’t bare to stare down at the messages waiting for his reply. A minute later my phone buzzed indicating that he had messaged back. I was still a shaky fangirling mess but he didn’t need to know that. “But if I did I’m sure you would see the screen shots some where,” he had a point girls screen shot their DMs for less than this.
“Well then don’t I feel special,” I replied smiling like a crazy person.
“You are,” he had replied faster than before. I found myself messaging him for almost two hours, I wasn’t even sure if I knew where they were at the moment so it could be the middle of the after noon, midnight, or any other time wherever he was. I got my answer a little later when he told me that he was heading to bed but that he really wanted to talk again and that he would message me again tomorrow. I had told him good night and then laid there going over our conversation again. At some point it had started to get slightly sexual which I hadn’t expected because it’s Luke but I didn’t care either damn he was hot. I’m pretty sure what we were saying was borderline sexting. I think I would have to leave that part out when I talked to my friends about this.
The next day he had messaged me as he said he would but I was in the middle of class when I got his message. With out the teacher knowing I had managed to text him the whole class period. We talked about tour and everything and how it was to travel. At one point I was feeling brave, “It must suck being a teen age boy and being surrounded by all those girls, nothing you can really do about it.” He had told me how he didn’t get to talk to many girls and hadn’t actually been with a girl in any way for a while now.
“Yeah sometimes my hand isn’t enough,” he replied. I felt a blush hit my cheeks was this really turning into some kind of sexting? Was I really sexting Luke Hemmings? Was I really sexting in class with Luke Hemmings?
“Maybe, you just need a little more motivation,” yep I was.
“Are you offering?” he was being cheeky I’m sure if I was there with him I would see the smirk on his face.
“Maybe after school,” I sent him my now signature winky face. I’m pretty sure if we had this conversation face to face and with all the winks it would look like we had an eye twitch. He apologized for me being in school and asked if we could talk later. I assured him that we could talk now but he told me I should focus on school. I couldn’t help but shake my head at him but I told him I would talk to him later.
The rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking about what we talked about. Could I really help him with his… um… issue. It’s Luke Hemmings, and while I may not have much experience in this area I’m not an innocent little girl either. I found myself searching through smut tags on Tumblr thinking about what it would be like to be the reason he comes. To know that I got him so riled up and he had to release and then was a panting most likely flustered mess.
By the time I got home I was rather horny myself. So many look alike gifs and so many detailed stories. I needed him even if it was only in text. I sent him a message, “How about we pick up where we left off?”
He messaged back a few minutes later, “I’ve got a few minutes,” complete with winky face and all.
“Good, because I’ve been thinking about you all day, you wouldn’t believe the things that some fans write,” I replied.
“Trust me I’ve seen it, they have high hopes.”
“So you see my dilemma,” I replied quickly.
“So it‘s your hands that need the motivation now I see,” he was teasing.
“Don’t tease me damn it.”
“Feisty.”
I decided to turn the conversation myself, “The last one I read said you’re pretty talented with your mouth.”
“Did it now, what did it say exactly?”
“Well, first you teased the crap out of her then you took her on the kitchen counter.”
“Sounds about right, I can be a tease,” he replied. I knew it, I knew he was like that.
“I totally called it,” I replied smirking.
“So if you called that then you had to of known that while I love to tease I am also a giver, I always make sure the girl is pleasured.”
“Of course, how else would want to return the favor,” I replied.
“So after, I’ve done my beast to please you, ran my hands all over that body, thrust deep into you with my long fingers, ate you out right making you come several times in a row, after I teased you relentlessly how would you repay me?”
“Well the obvious of course. I’d have to use my hands make sure then, of course I’d have to use my mouth, I’d probably try to fit it wall but I’m sure I couldn’t to I’d end up needing my hands still,” my heart was racing and I could feel the arousal building damn if I wasn’t horny before I sure as hell was now. “I would definitely have to keep eye contact with you because I would just love seeing how you’re head lulled back and your eyes would shut tight.”
“Fuck, I wish I had more time to talk to you, but I have to go, but we will continue this later,” he replied. Damn it, just when it was getting good.
“Fine, I guess I’ll let you go,” I replied using a winky face. He sent back a smiley face and I threw my phone to the side.
After the first time it started happening more and more. I don’t think there was really a time when we weren’t being at least slightly sexual. We were constantly talking and he was becoming something more than this guy in a band I loved. He was closer to a fuck buddy if anything and we have never actually done anything.
“So we have a show coming up near you,” he had said one day.
“Don’t remind me, tickets sold out so fast I couldn’t get any,” I replied sullenly.
“Well I can’t get you tickets, or I would but I was hoping that we could meet up or something, we are going to be staying over night in a hotel. I would love to meet you in person.”
He just asked me to meet up with him. I really wanted to say yes but I wasn’t sure if I should. I mean I know who he is, it’s not like he’s going to turn out to be some forty year old man or something, but did I really want to do this. I did, “Where are you staying?” he gave me the address and told me to tell the front desk my name and that I was there to see him. He said he would arrange it with them ahead of time and that they should give me the room number and I would be able to meet him upstairs. We talked for a while after that ending things the same way we always did, both of us mildly satisfied and tired.
I counted down the days and didn’t tell anyone about it accept for, (Y/F/N) because I needed her to be my alibi for the night. I didn’t tell her about what we talked about I just told her that we had been talking and he wanted to meet up, I also didn’t bother telling her that I was going to his hotel because that would of just resulted in a lecture about safe sex. She was like a mom sometimes but I knew she would cover for me.
The night of their show he messaged me to tell me what time I should go to the hotel and what time they should be back. He told me to just wait in his room for him so that’s what I did. He never fully said what this was about but I knew it. I’m sure part of him did want to meet me because he liked me but I know another part of him was expecting a hook up but I didn’t really care.
I got to the hotel around the time when he told me to and I checked in with the front desk. They gave me a room key and I found myself in an empty hotel room waiting for a guy who a few months ago was just a picture on a screen and a voice in my speakers. I couldn’t believe I was going through with this but this has been a secret fantasy of mine for a while now.
There was a noise from the door a little later and Luke stepped in his back to me. He was talking to someone in the hallway and I guessed that it was one of the other boys if not all three. He told them good night and then shut the door before turning around. His eyes locked with mine and his face softened. He gave me a smile and stepped closer to me, “You came,” he said stepping closer again his arms out for a hug.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I questioned hugging him.
“I was afraid you would back out,” he said his face not too far from mine. I could feel his breath on my lips and my eyes traveled up his face from his lips to his eyes. He leaned in slowly and his lips met mine softly. He was hesitant I could tell, something told me he hadn’t done this before and that made me feel better at least I would know I wasn’t just part of some list. His kiss became more confident when I kissed back and my arms found their way around his neck. I pulled him close to me pressing my body against his. He was still slightly sweaty from the show but I couldn’t bring myself to care really. He was here in front of me for real. This wasn’t a dream this wasn’t a fantasy, and this wasn’t text on a screen. His hands slipped under my shirt and he trailed a hand up slowly. His finger tips brushed the bottom of my bra and went back down. He wasn’t trying to rush me.
He started to walk me backwards to the bed and I felt him lift me up before he placed me down on the fluffy blanket. He hovered over me and his lips left mine. They found my neck and he kissed all over it sucking on a few parts. My breathing was slightly labored and my head was spinning a little. My hands roamed his body pushing his shirt up so I could feel his bare chest and back. He slipped it over his head, his lips coming back to mine once he got it off. I could feel the pressure from his lip ring as he kissed my lips. His tongue came out and pressed against my lips waiting for entrance. I parted my lips slowly and let him take the lead. His hand found the back of my head and he pressed my face closer to his the kiss full of heat. I could feel my body start to burn with desire waiting for him to do something more.
His hands finally found the end of my shirt and he pulled it over my head. His lips kissed down my neck again and down between my breasts. He got to the top of my jeans and then looked back up to admire the sight in front of him. He gave me a light smirk and his fingers popped the button on my jeans. He slipped them off of me and let them fall over the side of the bed.
“Just like we talked about,” he said referring I was guessing to the first time we talked sexually. His fingers looped into the sides of my panties slipping them off letting them lad with my jeans. I had squeezed my legs together now feeling slightly exposed. He pulled my legs apart and smiled up at me. His hands ran down the insides of my thighs parting my legs further. His fingers came down on my clit his thumb rubbing slow circles.
My head fell back and I couldn’t help but let out a low moan. His other hand came up to my entrance and with two of his fingers he rubbed my center. I could feel the increasing wetness move onto his fingers as he played with me, “So, wet,” he spoke his voice low and raspy from the show. Slowly I felt a pressure at my center and I knew that he was letting his fingers slide into me. My head fell back and a whimper left my lips as I felt myself stretch.
He worked his fingers deep into me like he said he would. He curled them slowly hitting my g-spot every time. I gripped the sheets as I felt myself getting close. My legs were almost shaking as the pleasure took over. His fingers sped up relentlessly not stopping even after I was finished. I was a panting mess trying to get words out, “Oh, shit Luke, I-I need you to st-stop,” I managed out. It felt so good it hurt and I didn’t think I could take it again, and that was only the first.
“I know you can take it come on, one more,” he spoke not stopping his movements. I felt his lips inches from my clit that he had thankfully stopped rubbing. His tongue swiped over the sensitive nerve bundle and my back came off the bed as a shot of pleasure went though me. His lips and tongue worked my clit while his fingers assaulted my g-spot. I could feel it building and it felt so good but it felt like it was too much. I truthfully didn’t think I would come. I didn’t think it was possible it felt like I had hit a wall and it wasn’t going to come.
He sped up again and then slowed down and he did this over and over. I could feel the edge right there and I still wasn’t sure if I was going to come. My legs started to quake and my breathing was hard. Then it all came down. My eye lids flashed white and a gasp fell from my lips. My legs shook and my center contracted around his fingers tightly. “Holly, Fuck, Luke,” I moaned a light giggle slipping past my lips as I couldn’t believe how good it had felt. His fingers slipped out but he didn’t move from his spot. He tilted his head up to look at me smirking before he slipped his fingers past his lips tasting me for the first time.
“Hmm, Sweet,” he spoke smirking. He lowered his mouth and I wanted to stop him but the look in his eyes told me I wouldn’t be able to. His tongue swiped against my overly wet center and my head fell back again. Fuck, this wasn’t going to stop, but I wasn’t sure I wanted it to.
His tongue worked against my center slipping past my folds hitting some of the spots I didn’t know would feel good. I hadn’t really had this done to me before, the one time it did happen it didn’t really feel good, I don’t even think I came, but this, this definitely felt good. This felt amazing. I could feel his lips and his lips ring as he sucked on my clit. This time I could feel my orgasm coming fast. It wasn’t the same long build as the second one but it was still amazing. My stomach tightened and I was no where near quiet. It crossed my mind for a second that what if one of the boys heard us. Did he tell them he was having a girl over.
I was pulled from the thought by his tongue slipping deeper into me and my legs tightening around his head. I forced them apart not wanting to hurt him. My hand found his hair running through it messing it up for sure. My hips came off the bed grinding my center against his tongue. The tightening ball in my stomach released and my body shook, “Oh fuck,” I moaned trying to pull him off of me not wanting him to continue. It felt amazing but I wanted him now.
He pulled back smirking at me. His lips were shiny with my release and he swiped his tongue against them. I pulled him to me kissing him deeply tasting myself on his tongue. I let my hand wander down and pulled his pants open. He took them off and threw them to the side. I unhooked my bra and he threw his boxers with the rest of the clothes. He picked something up off the bed and tore it open. He pulled the condom out of the package and I watched him slide it down his length moaning at the contact. He leaned back over to me and kissed me.
Like before I could feel the pressure of him against my center and he entered me slowly. I gripped him tight one hand in his hair the other digging into his back. He worked his hips slowly his head falling to the crook of my neck his moans causing his breath to fan over my heated skin tickling it slightly. His pace quickened and I could feel him insanely deep. His hips ground into mine and I rocked mine up to meet his, “Oh shit, keep doing that,” he moaned thrusting into me hard.
He was falling out of rhythm and I don’t now if it was because he was close or just because it felt good. I pushed him slightly and rolled us over so I could be on top. I kissed him once before I started moving, I sat up rocking my his and bouncing a little. Leaning back placing my hands on his thighs I could feel my clit rubbing against him while I felt him deep inside me. My breathing was loud and I was starting to get close again. His hands found my hips moving me faster. I fell forward bracing myself on his shoulders feeling the tightening in my stomach as I neared climax again. “Fuck you feel so good,” Luke spoke thrusting up into me.
“Shit Luke I’m so close,” I cried feeling it coming hard again.
“Let it go, come for me (Y/N),” he spoke in my ear doing all the thrusting again. I felt the pleasure wash over me again and my body shook. I held my self up as best as I could while he continued to thrust into me. I moved my hips trying to get him there. With a quick thrust upward he came his hips shaking as he released everything. I fell limp on top of him panting and giggling to myself. “What?” he asked sounding amused.
He rolled us over and slipped out of me. “I can’t believe we just did that, I can’t believe that I just had sex with Luke Hemmings,” I said truthfully.
He let out a chuckle as he tossed the condom and threw on his boxers, “I know you’re honored,” he joked tossing me his shirt. I rolled my eyes and slipped the shirt over my head. We crawled under the blankets and curled up together. When he was fast asleep I was still awake. I couldn’t help but want to stay but part of me told me I should just go. It was better if I left because then there was less of a chance of me being seen by the other boys.
When I finally decided to leave I got dressed and then wrote him a note. I placed it on the night stand with the room key. I kissed his forehead and turned around leaving him there.

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28. Knocking on the wrong door au (No magic, and rated T for language)

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“Why the bloody hell did Sirius buy the flat at the top floor of a building that doesn’t have a fucking elevator?” hissed James as he, Remus and Peter turned to climb yet another flight of stairs. So far they had climbed eight flights of stairs and were currently doing their ninth. Peter’s face was red and he was panting from exertion while Remus started wheezing at least three flights ago. James prided himself on his stamina but even so, a slight sheen of sweat covered his arms as they took the last few steps. Behind him, he could hear both Remus and Peter echo his sentiment with a few more colourful swears thrown into the mix.

Finally they caught sight of the gold plated number ten glinting happily at them from its place on the wall. “Thank fucking god,” he sighed and the three of them slumped against the wall in an attempt to catch their breaths. It was a nice place, he thought. Plants (fake, he was sure) lined the hallway in red clay pots, sitting between each of the doors. Small crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the walls were painted a light, sunny yellow. All nice except for the fact that the building was currently lacking an elevator.

“I’m going to murder him,” gasped Remus, clutching at the stitch in his side. “I’m going to positively murder that mutt.”

“Not if I get to him first,” groaned Peter who was dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief.

James straightened and rolled up his sleeves. “We can all take turns killing him,” he promised. “Now, Remus, where did he say his flat was again?”

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anonymous asked:

top 5 domestic destiel headcanons? <3

*happy sighhhhhhhhhhs*

  1. Cas can’t cook to save his life but he really likes being in the kitchen when Dean is cooking, so he’s developed a habit of running in a hot sink of bubbly water and washing up the pots and pans and dishes Dean uses as he finishes with them, all the while chatting with Dean and occasionally flicking soap suds towards him when they argue
  2. Dean wonders where all his t-shirts have gone until one day he notices Cas’ pillow isn’t sitting right so he lifts it up and yes, there they are, Cas has been hoarding his t-shirts again and wearing them because he prefers them when they smell of Dean to when they smell of washing powder
  3. Dean and Cas have two toothbrushes in two separate cups in the bathroom but they both prefer the red cup to the purple one, and it’s a constant battle of swapping their toothbrushes into their preferred cups with fond little smiles every time they do
  4. when the mirror in the bathroom is all steamed up from the shower steam, Dean always draws a smiley face and Cas always draws a winky face in return
  5. Cas develops a fondness for candles and against his better judgment Dean gets kinda into it too, and once a month or so they’ll find themselves going to the store just to spend half an hour in front of the array of Yankee Candles, smelling each one and holding out any new flavours for each other to try and always always arguing because “we’re getting Angel Wings this time, Cas,” but then “no, Dean, Soft Blanket smells like real blankets”