1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.
2. Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that’s a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they're kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze.
Hesitant Kiss - The type of kiss where their lips brush against each other’s a few times, breath fanning across each other’s faces as one waits for the other to make a move.
4. In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked to damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.
Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.
6. Empty Kiss - When one of you don’t kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it’s empty, like no one even cares anymore.
7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn’t be happening, it’s a mistake, but you just can’t find yourself able to pull away.
8. Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.
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.
10. Quick, Goodbye Kiss - It’s the almost late for work kisses when their lips just peck yours, like an unfinished goodbye.
but this desire, this urge wasn’t like that. it was the urge to kiss like he meant it, to make alec feel it, to kiss alec like he was starving after four courses because he was. and that was an urge he had to swallow. despite the fact that with every look, he knew, he could tell that alec was swallowing that same urge. these little slow motion moments of alec’s hazel eyes dipping down to magnus’s lips and lingering, watching the way his chest would rise and it was a kind of aching. x happy birthday ally! @princemagnusbane
concept: andrew minyard with a very very blue mouth because he bought a bag of blue raspberry hard candies and a certain neil josten with a slightly less blue mouth for…different reasons (kissing reasons)
if y'all would realize in the promo for next week they're kissing from a different angle..
they’re most likely gonna pick up where they left off, and they’re most likely not going to have sex. magnus is going to stop it, alec is going to feel hurt and embarrassed (not that he means to offend or pressure magnus) and he’s going to bolt. he’s going to confide in his parabatai. jace is going to say something to magnus because when you’re bonded by angelic magic, that’s what you do. you look out for the person you’re bonded to. he isn’t going to mean it in an ugly or cruel way. he’s just going to say you need to be careful with him. jace isn’t going to be saying hey you’re feelings don’t matter, because that’s not really who jace is (if you’ve read the books he’s a big fricken softy) and he’s just going to look out for his brother. i really think it’s gonna be okay. they haven’t disappointed us with malec yet. i was like “wtf” at first too, but now that i’ve had time to think about it, this is my opinion.
plus, alec is so inexperienced, he doesn’t know. if magnus says no, i’m more than positive that he’ll stop. when magnus says to stop, yes alec will be embarrassed because he tried so hard. he’ll feel terrible. but i think they’ll work it out, and when they do actually have sex, i’m positive the writers will make it great.
ALSO MAGNUS MOST DEFINITELY KISSED BACK WHEN ALEC WAS WALKING HIM INTO THE ROOM. he’s probably going to stop it after that, but he didn’t push alec off yet.
i have been in the fandom business for quite some time now, 8 years to be exact. i’ve developed a knack for these kinds of things and interpretation. magnus was into the kissing, i just think he’s really nervous about losing alec after they have sex. i don’t think it’s that he doesn’t want it, i just think he’s scared. also if he doesn’t want it, he could stop alec so easily he’s a warlock guys. magnus bane don’t take no shit. he won’t be taken advantage of, especially not by alec. y'all have barely seen any of what happens, i think we’ll get the full story next week.
I’m also hoping the person who gets alec off of the roof is magnus.
so apparently it’s been confirmed that they had sex, but this was posted before that piece of info came out. however, a lot of it still rings true. especially the points i made
still laughing at how wrong i was, but i made some good points guys.
A Christmassy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown
Of course, it’s not enough that the Crucible stuck me
and that twat in a room together. It’s
not enough that I have to deal with his abuse every single day six months out
of the year. Of course, someone out
there, whoever’s controlling the fates, has gotten it in their mind that I don’t
have it bad enough.
You know what would make this even
better? Make Simon and Baz buy each
other Christmas presents! Perfect!
I trudge along
the snowy pavement, scowling at the melting slush. I’ve been in five shops already and I can’t
find anything. I don’t even know what I’m
looking for. What do you get for someone
suppose I could pull a prank or something.
That’s probably what he will do.
He never fails to stoop to the lowest level when it comes to me.
then again, he would probably kill me if I pulled something like that. For some reason, he’s allowed to mess with
me, but I’m not allowed to mess with him.
I duck into a coffee shop. The air is
warm and spiced with cinnamon. As I make
my way to the front of the line, I see the display of gift cards next to the
drinks coffee, doesn’t he? Of course he
does. Everyone drinks coffee.
buy my peppermint mocha, load a gift card and walk out relieved.
Of course, it’s not enough that I have to pretend I
hate the boy with every word I say. It’s
not enough that I have no choice but to make his life a living hell every
single day six months out of the year.
Now I have to display my everlasting hatred by means of a Christmas gift
thought this was a good idea can get fucked.
shove my way out of a candy store emptyhanded.
Every shop is bringing me closer to the point of giving up. What kind of villain gives the hero candy for
again, what kind of villain gives the hero anything
Maybe the villain who doesn’t want to be the
shake my head to clear it, squinting up at the sign over the next window. Antiques
it says in big loopy writing. I sigh and
push through the door.
smell hits me first. It’s not a bad
smell necessarily, just old and musty, kind of like breathing straight dust,
and I cough. As my eyes adjust I begin
to make out the piles of knick-knacks stacked up on every surface, age-old
brass and silver winking at me from every corner. Or rather, blinking. Like someone who’s trying to wink but never
quite got the hang of it.
know where to start. I don’t even know
what I’m looking for. What do you get
for someone who despises you?
what I can tell, everything in here is pretty expensive, which almost causes me
to turn around right then. Expensive
doesn’t fit the guidelines I’ve set for myself.
The gift can’t be too sentimental
or he’ll know you don’t hate him. It can’t
be too expensive or he’ll think you cared enough to spend money on him. It can’t be candy because candy is for kids,
it can’t be cologne because that’s too personal, it can’t be homemade or he’ll
think you spent time and effort on him.
The list goes on and on.
flash of metal catches my eye, and I turn to see a tiny silver object on a
table by the window. I wander over to
a sheath, only big enough for a dagger, and it’s patterned in bronze
rosebuds. When I pick it up, I discover
that the blade is still inside, intact, and actually nicely polished.
course, Snow already has a sword, but when you live with a vampire, what harm
would it do to have an extra weapon handy at all times? One that doesn’t disappear when you’re not
much for this?” I ask the shopkeeper.
When the last day of classes rolls around, I find Baz
in our room – no surprises there – packing the last of his things for the
holidays. I clear my throat as I enter. He turns, but only for a second, and he doesn’t
make any other move to acknowledge my existence. Again, no surprises there.
you leaving soon?” I ask, trying to at least begin the conversation in a civil
Snow,” he sighs, “as you’ll be thrilled to know.”
roll my eyes. It doesn’t matter what I
do. This is just him.
drop my bag on my bed and rummage through it, searching for the tiny gift. When I find it, I toss in onto his bed. “Here.”
looks at it, his brow furrowed. “What’s
gift exchange,” I say, “you might have forgotten.”
opens the pathetic little square of wrapping paper I’ve taped around the gift
card, and mutters something incoherent. “What
was that?” I ask.
said, this is my favourite coffee shop.”
I reply, not sure what else to say. “Well,
good then. Happy Christmas, I guess.”
slips the card into his pocket and doesn’t move. I figure he’s completely forgotten about the
gift exchange, or he deliberately didn’t get me anything, and decide not to
press the subject. I flop down on my bed
and pull out a magic book. No use in
packing for me, I’m not going anywhere.
Not like Baz. Not everyone gets
to celebrate with a family. And
certainly not everyone gets to celebrate in a fucking mansion.
small wrapped package appears in my periphery.
I look up. Baz is madly arranging
clothes in his luggage, trying to look like he didn’t put the thing on my
bed. I’m surprised, I’ll admit. I guess he didn’t forget.
this?” I ask. I don’t know why I ask it,
as the answer is fairly obvious.
open it,” he says, not looking at me.
I pull the tape off of the paper, not wanting to trigger anything in case this
is still some sort of prank. I wouldn’t
put anything past him, the boy who literally pushed me down the stairs and
tried to feed me to the Chimera. But
nothing ticks, and nothing blows up in my hands. Slowly I pull the paper back from the object,
holding it far away from my face, just to be safe.
not expecting a dagger.
I am not expecting a dagger with a matching sheath that clips onto a belt,
adorned with a rosebud pattern of bronze.
I am not expecting what appears to be a polished silver blade with a
soft leather hilt that fits in my hand like it was molded to the shape of my
mouth is hanging open in awe. I can’t
seem to form words.
look back up at him. He’s stopped
rearranging his luggage and is watching me, and he looks almost nervous.
much did you spend on this?” I breathe.
shakes his head. “It was just from a
pawn shop,” he mutters.
Baz,” I chuckle, “way to make me look like a shit gift-giver.”
eyes harden. “I’ll take it back then,”
he growls, moving to take it from my hands.
“No!” I clutch the knife to my chest. He stops, looking surprised, like he hadn’t
actually expected me to like it. How he
could think that beats me. “I love it,”
I say, not even realizing that I’ve admitted to something.
brow softens a bit. “I just thought it
might be easier than always having to summon your sword,” he shrugs.
perfect,” I breathe, staring at the roses on the sheath, spellbound by the
I’m hit by a wave of guilt. I spent a
handful on a lame gift card, when Baz went and actually found me something that
would mean something. I don’t stop to
think about why he would want it to mean something, I only know that it leaves
the scales completely unbalanced.
need to repay him somehow.
stand, and suddenly we’re nearly face-to-face.
If our room wasn’t so damn tight we wouldn’t be this close together, but
for once the proximity doesn’t bother me.
It clearly affects him though, because he shies away as soon as I
stand. He won’t even make eye-contact
can’t accept this,” I tell him, “not without paying you back somehow.”
part of the term ‘gift exchange’ do you not understand, Snow?” he asks, raising
an eyebrow at me. “It’s a gift. Let’s just wish each other a Happy Christmas
and be done with it.”
that’s not how we work,” I insist. “I
torment you, you torment me, and somehow we always break even. So now we have to break even on this.”
not telling you how much I spent on that,” he shakes his head.
not?” My heart drops for a second. “Was it terribly expensive?”
it’s just not what you do. You don’t
tell someone what you spent on them, it just makes them feel guilty.”
since when have you ever passed up an opportunity to make me feel guilty?” I
challenge. He doesn’t answer, just
stares at something that isn’t my eyes.
I can’t quite tell what he’s looking at.
Maybe the wall behind me, maybe my shoulder, maybe nothing in
I concede, “no money, then. But there
must be something I can do.”
Merlin – his cheeks turn pink.
now I’m very aware of how close we are.
of how I can pinpoint his gaze now.
looking at my face, but not my eyes. My
think. I just lean in and kiss him.
Simon’s mouth, no matter how many times I’ve thought
he might kiss me, is a complete shock. I’ve
stared at his lips plenty, but apparently I wasn’t prepared to feel them
now here he is, pressing a gentle kiss to my cold mouth like it’s the easiest
thing in the world.
I can even close my eyes, he pulls back.
speak. I don’t trust myself to.
that alright?” he whispers.
“Yeah.” Crowley, I’m shaking.
we even then?”
I swallow nervously, “almost.”
He smiles, and my heart stops entirely. “What
else do you want?”
lean in by just a fraction, hoping he’ll take the hint.
then his mouth is flush against mine, not even bothering to be shy.
Have you noticed that the relationship between Candy and our crush is mostly about kissing and rarely some shallow (is it the right word??) talks. I wish they talked about, for example, their hobbies; that they got to know each other more. The other thing is the jealousy - yes, some is needed. but some, not that much. Castiel throws a bag at the boy who tried to kiss us, Lysander tells him to find a girlfriend or Kentin throwing a basketball. Isn’t it too much? They are teenagers, sure, but this isn’t normal. What’s next? The toxic relationship when the man can’t go out because he is for sure cheating on his girlfriend? I, personally, really don’t like the fact that Castiel and Lysander, who have been friends for a longer time than Candy is in Sweet Amoris, fight, because the other has said that Candy looked good in her dress (really, I doubt Lysander would say something disrespectful). They should talk about it, not throw bags or be rude. That’s kinda OOC. I also have a feeling that the creators wanted to make such a big deal about the jealousy scenes that they forgot about boys’ personalities (if they have any). The bag that Castiel threw at Lysander (who, don’t forget, had an accident around a month before?) could’ve been a bag with clothes in it and it wouldn’t be heavy, but it could as well be full of books. Maybe I’m overthinking, but I don’t think it’s healthy at all. What do you guys think?
+ my bf is Lys and my second highest LoM is Armin, when I told Lysander about Iris the first thing he said was “It seems Armin is never far behind you…” and that she should call him for help. Not a big deal at all but getting jealous because he was the only person that could hack her computer…? And they are helping a girl with, it seems, serious problems. It’s not about the fact that Armin was with Candy, it’s about helping Iris.