this is how i spent my friday night

things we found out about evak in todays clip:

  • they wear matching outfits,,,,,,,,who even-
  • even drew a drawing of his and isaks face “morphed together” and put it up on their wall,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,gross(which is originally drawn by pernille eleonora dieckmann!!!)
  • some other things that one can find on their wall: the “alt er love” quote, memes, drawings that were probably drawn while even was high and/or drunk, nas quotes, one of the pieces of papers that even gave to isak before they got together for real, a picture of a hamburger with a piercing(?????), the iconic pictures of a woman wearing a chador etcetc
  • there are clothes(and hats) everywhere meaning they’re both really messy(or they just felt like throwing their clothes off the second isak got home, whatever works)
  • they still have the duvets that isak would not change in season three, and i’m guessing he didn’t get better at changing them so
  • their wifi name is “yellow curtains”???? who even are they????
  • even does everything for isak bc isak is his baby, which has resulted in isak not knowing how to make tea(so when his friend asks for tea, he solves this with putting a tea bag in warm tap water,,,like,,,,)
  • they have a balcony, where they sit at night and have deep conversations and passionate make out sessions don’t even argue with me on this one
  • they have a big tv right by their bed, so even probably stays up a bit too late at night watching “friday” or some documentary about penguins or something weird while he holds isak close and slowly strokes his head
  • their curtains, drawers and chairs all match i-
  • they opened the door together like an old married couple and i dont even know what to say about that
  • they have fifa and there is not a single trace of doubt in my body that they’ve spent long hours playing that game, but since even somehow is a lot better than isak, isak always ends up getting mad and telling even how he wants to go to bed early(although this all changes when even cuddles him and tells him what a great fifa player he is)
  • even finally got himself a watch which he actually uses!!!!!
  • they’ve been together for a good few months but isak still gets all blushy as soon as even calls him 
  • they have “the chair” and i have never related to skam more in my life
  • they sure have a lot of shoes for only being two people 
  • even is so tall and i cannot cope like did you see his neck when he kissed isak wow im-
  • isak loves and trust even enough to be okay with the fact that there are some major things about even that he does not know and i think that’s is beautiful

If you asked me about home, I wouldn’t recite some coordinates on a map or the name of some small town with even smaller minded people.
If you asked me about home, I’d tell you about a girl with bright red hair and a giggle that sounded just like a prayer.
I’d tell you about the freckles littered across her ivory face and how I’d always thought of them as a map to a hidden treasure.
I’d tell you about a girl that loved God, James Dean and kissing in cars.
If you asked me about home I’d tell you about a girl who spent her Friday nights deep in a Hemingway novel, the only friends she’d ever known were the stars in the sky.

If you asked me about religion or spirituality, I wouldn’t recite a verse from the bible or talk about some god almighty.
If you asked me about worship I’d tell you about a girl who was so carefully reckless, teasing life and always flirting with death.
How she reminded me of cherry coke and my grandfather’s old vinyls.
I’d tell you that she was known for driving outrageously fast and kissing outrageously slow.
I’d tell you about a girl who always wore tattered blue boots, with hair that was kept nearly as wild as her soul.
How she never had nail polish on her chewed fingernails or makeup on her porcelain face.
If you asked me about salvation, I’d tell you about a girl that was every single one of my prayers wrapped up in a five-foot package.

If you asked me about space, I wouldn’t name all of the constellations.
If you asked me how many planets were in our solar system, I’d carefully explain that there were nine:
Earth, Neptune, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Venus, Uranus, Mercury and her.
I’d explain that it didn’t take a scientist to find the Milky Way in her eyes.
I certainly wasn’t an astronomer but I knew I didn’t need to look up to the sky to find my Sun.
Most profound of all, I’d explain that she was a Universe trapped within a Universe.

—  indieluhvAsk me a question and the answer will always be her
Sometimes, I think a little heartbreak is good for people.
Before you stop reading, and curse me for thinking the ache you feel in your bones Is a good thing, hear me out.
A boy called Daniel broke my heart when I was 19, I think we all have a Daniel, you’re probably thinking of him (or her) right now.
Imagining their eyes, smile, the way they called your name, and the way only their arm’s made you feel safe.
If you weren’t already thinking of them, you probably are now - Sorry.
When he broke my heart I honestly didn’t know how to go on.
I’d spent so much of my time making sure I was perfect for him, I lost who I was.
I forgot.
I forgot that I love walking in the rain listening to 90’s jazz music.
I forgot that I loved scaring myself with murder mystery documentaries on a Friday night, and being so terrified that I fell asleep on my couch.
Forgot that I love ice push pops in the summer heat and cinnamon hot cocoa in the winter.
Being honest, I never liked that skin tight black dress that you always use to ask me to wear.
The French braid I had always wore was undone and left as waist length waves that you called pretty but I found annoying.
Every Sunday morning you’d make me black coffee in bed, but I hate my coffee black.
I like it with way too much milk and so much sugar that it doesn’t all dissolve, it sits at the bottom of the mug until at the very last sip, you mouth is completely filled with sugar – I forgot how happy that made me.
I don’t like that I changed myself so much to make you love me.
Mostly though, I don’t like the fact that until now I hadn’t even realised that I’d changed.
I didn’t realise that I’d replaced my Friday night murder documentaries with meeting up with you friends at the bar.
I didn’t see that I chose that awfully tight black dress simply to make you happy, and I forgot about my favourite sunshine yellow dress, that made its way to the back of my closet.
When you left, my heart broke into a million pieces, but whilst I was on the floor trying to put them back together again, I put my hair into a French braid to get it out of my face, and I remembered how much I use to love wearing it like that.
I made a cinnamon hot cocoa and fell asleep on the couch after scaring myself with a murder documentary.
I woke up and made myself a milky coffee with way too much sugar, and with the last sugary sip I smiled so wide that for a moment I forgot all about you.
I dug out my old yellow sundress from the back of my closet and took a walk in the rain whilst listening to my 90s jazz.
I passed the mirror in the hallway when I came home.
I was soaked through, my yellow sundress stuck to me and my braid dripped with water, making a puddle next to my feet, but I was grinning at my reflection.
The biggest smile I’d worn in a very long time.
In that moment I realised how much I had changed to make Daniel love me.
It’s not his fault, he never asked me to change for him.
I know now that I’m not the girl for him.
I hoped that if I morphed myself into something I knew he wanted, that I could slowly become it.
Making him fall in love with me was what I had wanted, but It slowly made me fall out of love with myself.
As I stood there in my hallway dripping wet, jazz music blaring and a bright yellow sundress clung to my body, I realised all I want from now on is to love myself.
So, Daniel, I am so sorry.
I’m sorry that you thought you’d found the one when I told you I liked my coffee black.
I’m sorry I put on that black dress every time you asked, because with every time I resented you more.
I never liked spending Friday nights watching you and your friends drink until I felt uncomfortable being around you all in nothing but a tight black dress.
None of that was who I am.
I hope that one day you find a girl who is everything I pretended to be.
I hope I find someone who makes me feel the way I wished you could of.
Until then though, I’ll dance in the rain wearing yellow sundresses listening to jazz and then I’ll drink cinnamon hot cocoas until I’m warmed through.
Thank you
For making me pick up the pieces of my heart.
For reminding me who I am and what I love.
Thank You for breaking my heart.
Love from the girl who changed herself for you.
—  L.S.
The Flash's Keiynan Lonsdale Comes Out as Bisexual in a Post That Will Move You to Tears

A post shared by Keiynan Lonsdale 🥀 (@keiynanlonsdale) on May 12, 2017 at 11:17pm PDT

Keiynan Lonsdale penned a very personal message on Instagram late Friday night. The 25-year-old actor, who plays Wally West in The Flash, came out as bisexual in a lengthy note. “I like to change my hair, I like to take risks with how I dress, I like girls, & I like guys (yes), I like growing, I like learning, I like who I am and I really like who I’m becoming. Spent way too many years hating myself, thinking I was less valuable because I was different.. which is just untrue,” he wrote.

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“A couple years ago I was able to accept myself, & it saved my life, but now I’ve gotten to a new road block & I feel kind of lost. I gotta take the next step & actually embrace who I am, which is pretty exciting. Not faking sh*t anymore, not apologising for falling in love with people no matter their gender. I’ve become bored of being insecure, ashamed, scared… no one should feel like that about themselves, especially when there is so much good life to live.” Keiynan also revealed that he was inspired to come out after seeing other people embracing their true selves. “Ya know more & more I see so many young people being their best / truest selves, it’s f*cking inspiring… so what have I been waiting for!? Who knows. Everyone in their own time. I hope we can all learn to embrace who we are & not judge people who aren’t exactly the same as us. The truth is we are all family, we’re all one. Just love. Keiy. ❤”

Keiynan thanked his fans for their support the following day on Twitter, writing, “Nothing better than happy tears. The love is beyond measurable, thank you. Don’t forget to give that same love back to yourselves x.”

Nothing better than happy tears. The love is beyond measurable, thank you. Don’t forget to give that same love back to yourselves x

- Keiynan Lonsdale (@KeiynanLonsdale) May 13, 2017

Never Stop//Theo Raeken

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@steph-oliveira: Hii 💖 Can you please do from the prompt list the number 2, 5, 7, 52 with Theo Raeken with a happy ending? Thank you very much! 💕

2. “I love you, I knew it the minute I met you.”

5. “I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday.”

7. “Loving you kept me alive.”

52. “I never thought it was possible to love someone too much, but maybe it is.”

*I changed #52 a bit, hope you don’t mind!

Warnings: swearing

Y/N POV

My brain hurt. I mean, literally, hurt. I’d just spent the last hour and a half in AP Calculus and the equations were whirling through my head, going a thousand miles a minute. I don’t know how Lydia does it. She can sit in class and understand everything right away, while I sit in the back scribbling down notes as fast as I can. Unfortunately for me, this means that most of my Friday nights were spent late in the library of Beacon Hills High. In fact, that’s where I’m headed right now instead of going home like a normal kid.

I walked reluctantly down the hallway, trying not to drop all my notes as hundreds of other students filled the halls, ready to start their weekends. I was almost to the library when a kid jammed me with his shoulder, sending me straight into the set of lockers to my right. Luckily I didn’t hit anyone, but when the open locker in front of me closed, my stomach dropped. There in front of me stood the most gorgeous green eyed boy I’d ever laid eyes on. Theo looked at me with surprise and a slight smirk.

“You finally come to accept my dinner offer?” he teased, eyeing me up and down.

“You wish Raeken” I retorted with a grin. The students rushed by so quickly, it looked like a highway. I guess I’ll just have to stay here and talk to Theo until things slow down. What a shame.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, you know you’d love it. What do I have to do? Recite some sappy movie quotes to you?” he said, still smiling. I raised my eyebrows at him in response. I didn’t take Theo for the romantic movie type. “I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday” he recited, hands moving as he spoke over-dramatically. I smiled at him and gave a small laugh. Noticing the lack of rushing students in the hallway I figured it was time to actually get to studying.

“The Notebook, Theo? Really? I think you can do better than that” I said before walking away from him, looking back to see him smiling at me as I entered the library.


A few hours later, my eyes began to droop and the words on the page in front of me became blurry. I yawned and stretched out my arms before dropping the heavy books into my bag. My keys jingled in my hand as the cool autumn breeze hit my face as I walked outside. The sky was getting dark and red and orange leaves scattered the pavement. My car was one of the only ones in the parking lot, so thankfully it wasn’t hard to find. All I wanted right now was to be in my bed, causing me to walk a little faster to my car. The string on my keychain broke due to my speed and my keys tumbled onto the asphalt. I sighed heavily before bending down to pick them up, when all of a sudden all I could see was black.

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and my head was pounding. It took a minute for me to remember what had happened, and that I didn’t recognize my surroundings. My arms and legs were duct taped together as I sat on the floor of what looked like an old warehouse. The shelves on the walls were empty, the lightbulbs in the fixtures were broken, and metal door was rusted. The smell of blood grabbed my attention as I felt around to find the source of it. There was a needle mark on my neck that had blood around it, that son of a bitch drugged me.

I sat in silence for what seemed like hours, trying to find something to cut myself free. I found a scrap piece of metal in the corner and tried to release my legs when I heard voices outside, causing me to only saw away at the tape faster.


Theo POV

Thoughts of Y/N drifted through my head as I continued to run down the cracked sidewalks of Beacon Hills. The fall leaves cracked under my feet and the soft breeze ran through me. I ran without any destination, just trying to clear my mind. Turns out, my destination was Beacon Hills High, conveniently where Y/N was the last time I talked to them. I slowed my pace and eventually stopped in front of the parking lot. Was that Y/N’s car? What time is it?

I checked my watch before jogging over to the only car left in the lot. It’s way too late for them to still be here. I walked around to the driver’s side door when I stepped on something hard. I moved my foot over to find a set of keys lying on the ground, Y/N’s scent all over them. I looked around, but there was no sign of them, making my heart drop. I could only assume the worst had happened, and began to follow the scent. I can’t lose Y/N.

I’d been tracking the scent for about an hour, which led me to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. I don’t recognize the dark SUV parked outside but at this point I didn’t really care. Y/N was in there and I was going to get them back.

I took a deep breath before extending my claws and showing my teeth, ready for a fight. I busted open the old wooden door to find unsurprisingly in front of me, a hunter. His plaid shirt and shot gun didn’t scare me, but I can sure scare him. “You know, if you wanted me to kick your ass, you could’ve just asked instead of kidnapping my friend” I told him, smirking.

“Oh we both know they’re more than a friend” he replied, smirk dropping from my face. “You never thought it was possible to love someone too much, but maybe it is. You’re the only reason they’re here. What you are, is the only reason they’re here. You did this to them”.

His words made my blood boil. I was here to save Y/N, not hurt them. The anger became too much for me as I charged towards the man. We struggled for control until I grabbed the shotgun out of his hands and struck him with it. I quickly took the keys from his pocket and unlocked the rusty door behind us.


Y/N POV

The duct tape wasn’t budging as I tried harder and harder to saw through it. The sound of voices outside the door only made me more anxious as I tried to find another piece of metal. I searched the floor frantically until I heard a struggle from outside. I waited for my kidnapper and probably his accomplice to come through the door but they never came. Instead, I heard the struggle end with a loud thud, and then silence. The jingle of keys made my heart race once again as I held onto the old piece of metal even harder. If he was coming in here, I was going to fight.

I heard the click of the lock and prepared myself for the worst. The large tarnished door began to open, and a single tear fell from my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Theo. The breath I was holding released and the metal piece fell from my hands. He ran over to me and broke me from my restraints, then took my hands in his and looked into my eyes. We sat there in silence for a moment until he spoke. “Let’s get you home”.

Theo shielded me from seeing the man in the other room and started to walk with me back to the school. We walked slowly under the stars and streetlights in silence, the only noise coming from passing cars the next street over and the faint whistle of the wind. The crisp autumn leaves broke under our feet, as neither one of us spoke of what had happened only moments before. I felt like he wanted to say something, but nothing came from his lips. The softness of the streetlights made the features of his face almost glow. Why had he come for me? I marveled up at him until he caught me staring, and gave me a small smile.

We both returned our focus to the sidewalk in front of us, but questions still filled my head. I decided after a while that I was tired of the silence. I turned to face him, but he was already looking at me, his green eyes already locked with mine. “Why’d you come find me?” I asked in a whisper, almost afraid of his answer. He broke eye contact with me and his gaze shifted to the ground below. It took a few minutes before he spoke again, “Because I love you, I knew it the minute I met you” he replied, voice just as low as mine. I stopped walking and turned to him, his gaze still on the ground. I took his hands in mine, causing him to look at me. The tears in my eyes began to well up as I brought my right hand to Theo’s face, slowly bringing his lips to mine. He brought his hands to cup my cheeks and when the kiss finally broke, with our foreheads together I told him: “Loving you kept me alive”.

“Then never stop loving me” he whispered, before bringing his lips back to mine.


Writer’s Note: Hi loves! Sorry I haven’t written in a while, but I’m back! Requests are not open at the moment, but they will be soon! Let me know what you think! Also a special thanks to @redstringlovers for being an amazing beta reader and motivational coach :)

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Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 2)


Part 1 

*Word Count 6,116

Love Is In The Air… Again? 

On again and off again couple, Y/N and Harry Styles are reportedly on again. The two were both in NYC last weekend, Styles for his appearance on SNL and Y/N for her show on her Y/Tour/Name Tour. Y/N was seen on Styles’ best mate, Nick’s snap chat in the SNL audience and fans took to twitter saying they saw Styles and his group of friends at Y/N’s show. 

It’s also rumored that Y/N’s newest song that she performed at that very concert was all about her rekindling a relationship with now Solo artist Harry Styles. 

We’ve reached out to both Harry and Y/N’s camp, but neither has responded to the rumors. 

One would guess we would just have to wait and see if our favorite Pop couple is once again a thing. 

**

You have had a long couple of days during your tour and since tonight was your off night, you decided just to have a quiet night in your hotel room. You put some candles on and some music before starting the water for a bath. You took off your robe and got into the water and closed your eyes. 

A few minutes later, your phone rang and you groaned. You reached over for it and saw that Harry was face timing you. You smirked and accepted the call. 

“Baby!” he smiled waving to you. “Wait, where are you?” 

You laughed. “I’m right here, hold on,” you said. “I’m in the tub, so I had to look a bit decent.” 

“Aw come on… You don’t have to do that,” he smirked. “I wouldn’t mind a little sneak peek.” 

You rolled your eyes turning the camera to face you. “You’re such a perv,” you joked. 

“It’s not pervy if you’re my girlfriend,” he smirked. 

“Whatever,” you giggled. “So, what have you been up to?” 

“I just finished rehearsing,” he said. “So, my voice is a bit gone, but it’s all good.” 

You nodded. “When do you have to record for the show?” 

“Um, it airs on Friday night, so sometime Thursday, I think,” he said. 

“Well, make sure you rest of your voice,” you said. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed. 

“Did you that we’re trending again?” you asked. 

“Yeah, I did. My Mum called me and asked me about it,” he said. “I told her we spent time in New York and that we’re going to give ourselves a second chance.” 

“How did she react?” you asked. 

“I think she was a little hesitant at first, but then she asked me if this was what I really wanted and if being with you made me happy and when I told her it did and it is what I wanted more than anything, she said that was all that matters,”  he smiled. 

“Well, that’s good,” you smiled. “Especially since your mom hasn’t always liked me in the past.” 

“It wasn’t that she didn’t like you, she just didn’t like the situations surrounding our relationship,” he said. 

“Which is understandable,” you sighed. “Do you think you’re going to get asked about our relationship during the interview?” 

“I don’t know, maybe,” he said. “It’s only supposed to be a short interview so there might not be time for it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was though.”

“And if there is a question, what are you going to say?” You asked. 

“I’m not going to confirm our relationship,” he said. “I might just say we’re friends or something.” 

You nodded. “I think that’s best especially since we’ve only been back together for a few days. It’s one thing having the media and everyone speculating, but people actually knowing we’re together will cause a bit of a frenzy.” 

“And besides no one but us and our close friends and family need to know if we’re together or not,” he said. 

You smiled. “I miss you,” you sighed. 

“I know, it’s only been what three days since we saw one another and it feels like that didn’t even happen,” he sighed. 

“But you’re still coming at the end of the week, right?” You asked hopefully. 

“Yep. Since we finish recording the show on Thursday, I have a flight leaving on Friday morning,” he smiled.

“Really? So, you’ll be here Friday?” You asked. 

“Well, not there obviously, because you’ll be in Miami then, but yeah, we’ll be together on Friday,” he smiled. 

“I can’t wait!” you smiled. “And I can’t wait to go shopping!” 

“You’re waiting for me to go shopping?” He laughed. 

“No, I’m talking about going shopping for some things for when you get here,” you smirked. 

He looked at you confused and then it suddenly dawned on him. “Oh, OH, oh, now I really can’t wait for Friday to get here, especially looking at you right now,” he smirked. 

You giggled. “Well, I have a show Saturday Night and Sunday night, so that will give us a bit on Friday and all day Saturday and Sunday to enjoy each other and the sun,” you smirked. 

“We’ll there be any enjoying ourselves in the sun?” He said cocking his eyebrow. 

“Oh, of course. There will be swimming and be walking on the beach,” you smiled. “Oh and I’m sure we can rent some jet skis.” 

“That wasn’t exactly what I was implying, but okay.” he laughed. 

You giggled. “Don’t worry, they’ll be plenty of time for that.” 

“There better be,” he smirked. “We have lots to catch up on.” 

“Yes, we do,” you smiled. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “And I wish I was in that bath with you right now.”

“I do too, it’s been a bit lonely in this hotel,” you sighed dramatically. 

“Well, I’ll be there in a few days,” he smiled. 

“Can’t you just record your parts before Thursday and come now?” You pouted. 

“If I had that kind of power, I would already be on a plane to you right now,” he said. 

You smiled. “What time is it over there?” 

“Uh, just after 1 in morning,” he said. 

“Oh, well you better get in bed,” you said. 

“But I want to talk to you,” he whined. 

“I know, but you need your sleep,” you laughed. 

“Ugh, fine, fine,” he sighed. “You’re so bossy.” 

“You love me though,” you smirked. 

“That I do,” he smiled. 

You giggled. “I love you too.” 

“Night baby,” he whispered. 

“Night,” you smiled. 

**

It was the next day and Harry was going out to lunch with his sister. He had already told his Mom about the two of you, but he hadn’t told Gemma yet. He was a little more nervous about telling her than his Mom because there was actually a time where Gemma didn’t really like you with him. 

He never told you that and it was years ago, so hopefully, Gemma wouldn’t make a big deal about it. By the time Harry got there, Gemma was already there. She was typing away on her computer when he sat down. 

She looked up at him and finished what she was working on before putting her laptop away. 

“Finally,” he groaned dramatically. “So rude.” 

“Oh, piss off,” she laughed. “Anyway, how’s my baby brother doing.” 

“Great,” he said. 

“How was New York?” She asked. 

“It went well…” he coughed. 

“That wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain ex, would it?” She asked. 

He took a sip of his water and looked at the menu. 

“Don’t play coy with me,” she said. “The evidence is out there that you two were together at some point.” 

He sighed. “Yes, we were together in New York.” 

“Really?” She sighed. 

“Why are you saying it like that?” He asked. 

“Because you’ve been down that road plenty of times and it’s always ended the same,” she said. 

He sighed. “We’re in different places in our lives, Gem. It’s not going to end the same way.” 

“You’ve said that exact same thing the last two times you gave it a try with her,” she said. 

“Why don’t you like her?” He sighed. 

“It’s not that I don’t like her. Y/N and I were really close when you two first got together, but then I saw how your relationship with her was affecting you and how it hurt you were, so excuse me for not wanting to see you go through that again,” she said. 

“I get where you’re coming from and I don’t want to go through that ever again, but being without her in my life is just as painful if not more,” he sighed. “You don’t know what it’s like seeing all your friends or your sister being happy with their significant others and being in love. Or having to go home to an empty house every night and thinking about if you’re ever going to have someone to cook dinner with or open a bottle of wine and listen to music while sitting in front of the fire? And then you think about how you did have that, with that one person that you can’t get out of your fucking mind and heart because they’re the only one that you’ve ever felt anything with. Y/N, is my person and yeah, I’m scared as hell that it might not work out again, but at least I know that I gave it one more shot.” 

She sighed looking at him. “I know that you love her, and I know that she loves you. I’m not doubting that, but sometimes love isn’t enough and people aren’t meant to be.” 

“Wow,” he said shaking his head. “After everything I just told you, you’re really going to say something like that? I understand that you’re looking out for me and quite honestly I’m sure if roles were reversed, I would be the same way, but I would also support your decision if meant that you were happy.” 

“I do want you to be happy, but I also want you to really think this through and just not jump back into a relationship with someone that you haven’t even been around for over a year?” She said. 

“We’re not jumping into anything. Yes, she’s my girlfriend, but we’re taking things slow,” he said. 

“Then you didn’t sleep together in New York?” She asked. 

“That’s none of your business,” he said. 

“Damn it, Harry,” she sighed. 

“Who I have sex with is my decision,” he said. 

“I know, I know, but don’t you think it’s better to build your relationship emotionally instead of physically,” she said. 

“It’s not like we only have sex,” he sighed shaking his head. “Our relationship is more than that, it’s always been more than that.”

She sighed. “Okay, okay, I won’t say anything negative about Y/N or your relationship anymore. If you’re willing to give her another chance, then so am I,” she said. 

“That’s all I ask,” he sighed. 

**

You were now in Miami for the next few days and since Harry would be arriving tomorrow, you decided to go out shopping with your stylist, Maxy, and makeup artist, Manny, who were your best friends from over the years. 

“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s brought on this sudden shopping trip?” Maxy asked. 

“We’re in Miami, why wouldn’t we do a little shopping?” You said innocently. 

“Normally, I would accept that answer, but our shopping trips don’t usually involve purchasing new lingerie,”  she smirked holding up a red lacy see- through bra from the rack. 

“Girl, don’t you know? Y/N’s little boy toy is coming into town tomorrow for a few weeks,” Manny smirked. 

“He’s not my little boy toy, he’s my boyfriend,” you laughed looking through different options. “And I wanted to get some new things to wear to spice things up a bit.” 

“I didn’t realize that you and Harry were already official again,” Maxy said. “I mean, I know he was at the show and you two were quite on top of each other, but I didn’t know it was that serious again.” 

“It’s always been serious between me and Harry. After we first met initially, we only talked back and forth for about two weeks before we went out on our first date and then we became exclusive in a relationship after our third date,” you said. “If you know that you want to be with him, why should I wait a certain amount of time before we get back together.” 

“I don’t know, it just seems sort of fast, you know? You two were broken up and hadn’t spoken to one another in over a year, but then you meet up for one night and you’re already in a full blown committed relationship with him flying here to be with you,” she said. 

“I can see where you’re coming from, but it’s not like Harry was a one-night stand and now I’m in a relationship with him. We have history and we love each other, those feelings never went away even during our year apart, so to us it’s not like we’re rushing in or moving too fast,” you shrugged. “And honestly what’s so bad about us being together, we don’t want to see other people, so what’s wrong with already being exclusive.” 

“Nothing is wrong with it,” Manny said. “It’s your and Harry’s relationship and if you two love each other, that’s all that matters. We can tell you our thoughts or opinions, but at the end of the day as long as the two of you are happy and in love, then don’t worry about it.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“Now, that’s settled, let’s pick you out some things for your man to take off,” h smirked. 

You all laughed and finished looking through the store. Once you had a handful of lacy bra and underwear sets, you went back to the dressing room. As you were trying each set on, you smirked to yourself as you got a bit of an idea. You took a few pictures of yourself in the different sets. 

You went to your messages and clicked on Harry’s name. You picked a few pictures that you had just taken to send to him with, “Out shopping, which one is your favorite? ;)” as the message. 

You changed back into your clothes and grabbed the sets you tried on. 

“So, which ones are you getting?” Maxy asked. 

“Um, out of these probably the red, the black, and the dark purple,” you said. “ 

“Great choices!” Manny said. “He’s going to lose his shit when he sees you them.” 

You laughed. “He probably is already losing his shit. I might have snapped a few photos in the dressing room and sent him a bit of a sneak peek.” 

“Damn girl, I didn’t know you were the type to sext,” he gasped. 

“Usually, I’m not, mostly because of the whole like hacking and iCloud issues and things getting leaked, but there are ways around it. Especially, when you’re away from your significant other, it helps the time pass by a bit,” you smirked. 

“Ew. I don’t need that visual,” he said shaking his head. 

“Oh, but it’s perfectly fine picking out lingerie for me and talk about my sex life, but god forbid we talk me sexting with my boyfriend,” you giggled. 

“Oh my god, stop talking about it!” He laughed covering his ears. 

“Anyway, I’m going to go pay for these and then we can go get lunch,” you said. 

“Sounds good to me,” Manny said quickly.

**

Harry was finishing up his packing before he had to head to the studio to film for the Graham Norton show. He was literally counting down the hours until his flight would leave and he would be seeing you again. The conversation with his sister the other day had stuck with him a little bit and it made it wonder if she would ever really be happy that you and him were together. 

While it didn’t really matter to him about her opinion on you and your relationship, he still wanted his girl and his sister to get along. He heard his phone beep a few times, while he was packing, but he didn’t think anything of it. 

Once he zipped up his suitcase, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and saw that you had sent him a few messages. He slid his finger to open and his eyes widen when he saw the pictures that you sent. 

“Bloody hell,” he mumbled to himself. 

“Out shopping, which is your favorite? ;)” he read the text along with your pictures. 

How was he supposed to choose just one? You looked fucking amazing in every single one of those and all he wanted to do was see you in them before he ripped them off of you. As he continued to stare at the pictures, it was obvious that a bit of a problem was growing. 

“Damn it, Y/N!” He typed into his phone. 

“What?” You sent back with an innocent looking emoji. 

“You know very well, what I’m talking about. You can’t just send me photos of you half naked looking fucking amazing without some sort of warning.”

“What? I was just asking for your opinion, but it’s nice to know that I looked good in all of them.”

“Of course you did! Please tell me you bought them all?”

“Nope, not gonna say, which or how many I bought. That’s something you’re going to have to wait and see.”

“But…but..but,” he sent with a pouty face. 

“You can whine all you want, but it’s not going to happen. Patience is a virtue.”

“Fuck patience, I want to know! It’s the least you could do since you’ve got me all hot and bothered over here! Did you forget that I’m going to filming a show in like two hours? I’m gonna have a fucking hard on and it’s all your fault!” 

“It’s not my fault you’re like a horny teenager.”

“Only for my beautiful, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, hot, girlfriend who I love more than anything in the world.” 

“You’re so sweet, but buttering me up is not going to work on me telling you which ones I bought.”

“I’m offended that you think I was trying to butter you up into getting what I want.”

“I’ve known you for almost 5 years, Styles, I know how you get when you want something.”

“And what I want is you…” 

“Tomorrow you can have me all day and night…”

“Fucking… You’re not helping my situation.”

“Maybe, I should let you go take care it before your big show.”

“Or you could help me take care of it… Video Chat?”

“I’d love too… but I’m out to lunch right now and I’m quite sure others around us wouldn’t be too keen on that type of video chatting.” 

“Damn it! Well, in that case, I’m gonna go have a nice cold shower. I’ll call you after the recording.” 

“Looking forward to it, and you never know you might get another little sneak peek then too ;)” 

“You’re having fun with this aren’t you?” 

“Loads.” 

“What am I going to do with you?” 

“Anything you want. ;)” 

“Okay. Cold Shower is definitely happening now.” 

“Sorry! ;) Talk to you later! I love you and you’re going to do great tonight!” 

“Thanks, baby and I love you too!” 

**

Harry was at the taping of the Graham Norton and as he sat in the dressing room with his parents, he wasn’t as nervous as he had been for SNL, but he still had a bit of nervousness. 

“You’re going to do great,” Anne smiled. “I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thanks, Mum,” he smiled. 

“So, how are things going with you and Y/N?” She asked. 

“Great,” he smiled. “You know I’m flying out to see her tomorrow morning right?” 

“Yes, I know,” she laughed. “I think that’s the real reason you have that stupid smile on your face.” 

He blushed. 

“It makes me so happy to see you happy,” she smiled. “This is all I’ve ever wanted for you and Gemma,” she sniffed. “And now you’re performing your own music that you’re so proud of and you’re with someone that you love and I’ve never seen you this happy before.” 

“Mum,” he laughed hugging her. “Why are you crying?” 

“Because I’m your Mum and that’s what I do.” she laughed dabbing her eyes. 

“Mum, you’re gonna make me cry,” he laughed rubbing her back. 

“Okay, I’ll stop. I’ll stop,” she said. 

He laughed kissing her head. One of the show’s producers peek their heads into the room, “The show starts in a few minutes,” she said. 

 “We better get to our seats,” Robin said. 

Harry nodded and hugged his mom one more time before they both left. He was alone in the room, except for his band. They were all trying to get into the zone for their performance that was coming up. 

It was a little more than halfway through the show when it was time for Harry to perform. After he nailed his performance, they brought him out onto the interview stage with the other guests. 

“Harry, Harry, welcome, you did a fabulous job,” Graham said. 

“Thank you,” Harry smiled. 

“So, we’re going to do this little game that we did with one of our guests last week and we’re going to talk about some of the craziest rumors about you and we’re just going to go off of your facial expression,” he said. 

“This could be fun,” he laughed. 

“Yeah, and there’s going to be camera zoomed in on your face,” he added. 

“Oh, god,” Harry laughed sitting up. 

“Okay, is it true that you took a carrot cake to a Fleetwood Mac concert?” He asked. 

Harry smirked and laughed. “I did, I didn’t take a carrot cake to a Fleetwood Mac concert. I like carrot cake,” he shrugged. 

“And Fleetwood Mac, hopefully,” Graham said. 

“Love,” he laughed. 

Graham continued to ask about different rumors and so far they were all easy, until the very last one. 

“Now, this next rumor is quite recent,” he said. “And is it true that you and Y/N have rekindled a bit of a romance.” 

Harry tried so hard to keep a straight a face and he did good for the most part, but then a little smile broke through before it went back to straight face. 

“Oh! That’s a yes, that’s definitely a yes,” one of the guests laughed pointing to him. 

“I didn’t say that,” Harry said. 

“You didn’t have too,” he joked. 

Harry coughed and sat back with a smirk. 

“Well, we’re out of time, thank you to our guests for joining us tonight and thank you to Harry Styles for performing his new single,” he said. 

Harry smirked and stuck his head into the view of the camera giving it a wave. 

**

It was the day Harry would be arriving. You didn’t have plans that day, so you used it to get ready for his arrival. You picked up your clothes that covered the floor and put them away. You went into the bathroom and tided up your hair and makeup products a bit and then you took a quick shower to freshen up and shave your legs and what not. You pulled out your candle stash and put them throughout the room, but away from the curtains and other possible flammable items. 

You then went over to the shopping bag from yesterday and tried to decide on which one you would wear. You decided on wearing the red lace one and quickly put it on before putting your robe on. You then went and fixed your hair a bit and put on a little bit of makeup. 

You knew that you didn’t have to put this much trouble into it, but you wanted to make it a little more romantic setting than just a random hotel room. You looked at the clock and saw that Harry should be arriving within the hour. 

You felt that nervous-excited feeling in the pit of your stomach. Seeing him this time was different than New York because you knew where the two of you stood and it wasn’t a short visit. You would actually have more than a few hours to be together. 

You kept pacing around the room as you waited. It felt like Christmas morning or the night before your birthday. You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door. You were sure it wasn’t Harry because he wasn’t supposed to be landing until about now and it would take a while to get here from the airport. You tightened the knot on your robe and walked over to the door and opened it. 

Harry was standing there with his bags in his hand and a huge smile on his face. 

“Oh! What are you doing here so early?” You smiled. 

“Where you expecting someone else?” He asked. 

“Of course not, I’m glad that you’re here, I just thought you wouldn’t be in for another hour,” you said. 

“I was able to get an earlier flight,” he smiled. “Can I come in or is your other boyfriend in there?” he joked. 

“Don’t worry. He snuck down the balcony,” you giggled. “So, come on in.” 

He smiled walking in the door and putting his bags and guitar on the floor. 

“Now, come here,” he said pulling you to him after you close the door. 

You giggled wrapping your arms around him and he holds you close to him, kissing your head. 

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled. “These last four days were torture.” 

“I know, especially with you teasing me,” he laughed. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” you smirked. 

“That’s the problem, I loved it,” he laughed. 

You smiled. “Well, we have plenty of time to make up for it,” you whispered leaning up to kiss him. 

He smiled into the kiss bringing you closer to him as he deepens it. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood on your tip toes. After a bit, you pulled away. 

“No offense, but you smell like an airplane,” you laughed. 

“Is that your way of telling me I stink?” He pouted. 

“Pretty much, yep,” you giggled. 

“I guess I’ll jump in the shower really quick, wanna join?” he smirked. 

“Normally, I would, but I spent a good amount of time on this look and I’d hate to ruin it in the shower,” you said. 

“You know you don’t have to get all done up to impress me or anything,” he said. 

“I know, but I wanted to look nice,” you smiled. “Now, go and shower.” 

“Ugh, fine,” he said grabbing his toiletry bag. “I’ll be out in a few,” he said kissing you quickly and going into the bathroom. 

While Harry was in the shower, you lit all the candles and put on some music. You had some champagne brought to the room and you opened it to pour two glasses. You also had some fruit sent up as well. You set everything up and lowered the lights. 

The shower turned off and a few minutes later, he came out wrapped in a towel. He looked around at the candles and smiled. 

“Someone’s trying to be romantic,” he smirked walking over to you. 

“Well, I figured it would be nice to have a nice night in without feeling rushed,” you smiled handing him a glass of champagne. 

“A romantic night in sounds amazing,” he smiled. 

You grabbed the plate of fruit and climbed on the bed. Harry smiled joining you and laying next to you before grabbing a strawberry. 

“So, how did the show go?” You asked. 

“It went well. I had so much fun,” he smiled. “And the performance was amazing if I do say so myself.” 

“I’m sure you did great,” you smiled. “What about the interview?” 

“Really short, but we played this little game about asking about rumors about me and they zoomed in on my face. Most of them were ridiculous, but then they mentioned about us and I tried to keep a straight face, I really did, but I broke a bit and recovered quickly, but everyone was taking that as a yes,” he laughed. 

“Way to go,” you joked. 

“What? I’m not good at lying!” he laughed. 

“Apparently,” you said. 

“I’m just happy,” he smiled. 

“So am I,” you smiled. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.” 

“Same here,” he said. “So, I told Gemma about us.” 

“How did she react?” you asked. 

“Not good at first,” he admitted. “She just kept bringing up our past and how it doesn’t seem like a good idea that we’re getting back together. And that she didn’t want to see me get hurt again, but I told her about how much I loved you and how happy being with you made me and she eventually decided that she would support my decision.” 

You sighed downing the rest of your champagne. 

“Hey,” he said taking your hand. “It’s okay, she’ll come around.” 

“I hope so,” you sighed. “We used to be really close, she was like my best friend, but then everything changed.” 

“Well, hopefully, the longer we’re together, the more you two can work on your friendship,” he smiled. 

“I’d like that,” you smiled. 

“You know what I’d like?” he smirked leaning closer to you. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Some of those kiwis,” he smirked leaning over you and grabbing some slices off the plate. 

You laughed. “Didn’t you eat on the plane?” 

“Yeah, but I’m still hungry,” he smirked. 

“We can order some food you know,” you laughed. 

“Nope. I don’t have time for that,” he said. 

“Oh, really?” You asked. “Why not?” 

“Because” he smirked pulling you on top of him. “We have things to do.” 

You giggled looking down at him. You tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss him. He deepened the kiss as soon as you lips touched and put his hands on your hips as you straddled him. 

As you kissed him, you moved your hips a little causing him to let out a moan against your lips. He ran his hands up and down your thighs before sitting you both up. 

“Let’s see what’s under this, shall we?” he smirked pulling away and untying your robe. 

“I have a feeling you’re really going to like it,” you smirked. 

He let the sides of your robe fall and he pushed the robe off of your shoulders. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I see you got the red one.” 

“I did,” you smirked. “What do you think?” 

“I think I want to see more of it.” he smirked. 

You giggled getting off his lap to stand up next to the bed. He was staring at you with both lust and admiration. You smirked and turned around to show him the back. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled. “Now, get back over here.” 

You laughed as he pulled you back over him. He kissed your stomach and ran his hand over your bum. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with a kiss along your stomach. “And sexy,” he whispered with a kiss over the tops of your chest. “And fucking gorgeous,”  he whispered against your neck. “And funny,” he smirked kissing along your shoulder. “And talented,” he whispered. “And nice. And the best person I know. And did I mention beautiful?” 

You nodded. “You did.” 

He nodded turning back around you face you. “And you’re mine,” he whispered before pulling you in for a kiss. 

**

Later that night, Harry laid his head on your chest. You smiled playing with his hair. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

He turned his head to look up at you. “I love you too, baby.” 

“So, we should probably order some dinner,” you laughed. “I’m starving.” 

He laughed. “Me too, but I don’t wanna move. Your boobs are the best pillows,” he smirked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. 

“What? It’s true,” he said. 

You giggled. “Remember that time after we first started dating and you were at backstage at my show and you didn’t realize I was changing, so you walked into my dressing room and you stood there forever before you realized I was a bit naked and then you tried to leave the room super fast and ended up running into the wall,” 

“Oh god, that was so painful,” he laughed. “I had a huge bruise on my forehead for weeks and the entire show, I kept thinking about you and I felt so bad because we obviously hadn’t taken that next step yet.” 

“Yeah, you were so embarrassed,” you giggled. “It was cute though.” 

He laughed. “I was just trying not to think about it so I didn’t pop a boner.” 

“Aww,” you laughed. 

He smiled. “You know this right here is what I think I missed the most about us being apart,” he said. “Just laying here and talking. Just being together.” 

“We used to do this all the time,” you nodded. “We would just stay in and be together. I think that’s why we grew so close because we didn’t always go out for fancy dinners or a night out at the club. We were both fine with just having a quiet night in watching movies or something.” 

“Among other things,” he smirked looking up at you. 

“That’s true,” you laughed. “Can you hand me the phone? I’m gonna call in an order.” 

He groaned dramatically before reaching over for the phone and handing it to you. 

You dialed the number for room service and waited for the to pick up. While you waited to place the order, Harry smirked to himself and started kissing down your stomach. 

You gave him a look and he looked back at you innocently. 

“Oh, hi, I would like to place a dinner order to be delivered,” you said. 

“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” they said on the other line. 

Harry had now disappeared under the sheets and was kissing your thighs. 

“Stop it,” you whispered pulling the phone away from you. 

You felt him smirk against your thigh and you rolled your eyes. 

“I need two cheeseburgers with everything and fries. I would like a bowl of the house salad with the dressing on the side,” you said. 

Harry smirked while he moved your legs apart a bit and kisses his way your thigh. 

You gasp and pull the phone away from you. “I’m on phone,” you gasp. 

He shrugged and you groaned. 

“Okay, so two cheeseburgers with everything, fries, a bowl of house salad with dressing on the side, and would you like more champagne?” They asked. 

You were holding back a moan as you listened to them list off the order. 

“Ah…yeah…that’s uh… fine,” you mumbled out. 

“Great. Everything will be delivered in about twenty minutes,” they said. 

“Sounds….Good,” you said before throwing the phone to the side. 

Harry sneaked out from under the sheets and looked at you. 

“What the hell was that?” You asked. 

“Nothing… Nothing at all,” he smirked. 

You playfully glared at him. “Well, you better finish where you left off with that nothing.” 

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirked. 

**

By the time, you two had finished a quick round of fooling around there was a knock on the door. You quickly rolled off of Harry, who got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his waist before walking over to get the door. He took the cart of food from the guy and gave him a tip before thanking him and closing the door. 

“Food!” You laughed putting Harry’s shirt on. 

“Did I say you could borrow that?” He asked bringing the food over to the bed. 

“Didn’t have too. I’m pretty sure I bought it for you a few years ago and it looks better on me anyway,” you smirked. 

“Damn, you didn’t have to mean about it,” he whined. “But yeah, it does look pretty good on you.” 

You laughed and grabbed your plate of food and put some of the salad on the another plate. 

“Want some water?” He asked. 

You nodded and he grabbed two bottles and handed one to you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled giving him a kiss. 

After you both ate, you laid down on the bed and turned on a movie. Harry wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. You smiled as you cuddled into him and he kissed the top of your head. You two spent the rest of the night watching a movie before finally falling asleep. 


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Kings and Queens. {Ch 11}

Summary: A Throne of Glass AU inspired by the Breakfast Club (1985). Five students come together for Saturday detention, and realize they are not all that different. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: I love writing this fanfic, and I hope you all are enjoying it just as much! Let me know what you think. Enjoy. <3


Dorian.

11:30 a.m.


She was coming.

We were going to get caught.

I could already feel my father’s anger, his glare, his hand stinging my skin.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. 

Panic.

I was frozen in panic.

I had felt panic before, many times throughout my life. I had panicked when my father came home to find me doing anything but homework, I had panicked every time I was asked to speak up in class, and I had panicked every time I came within ten feet of Manon Blackbeak.

But this – this was an entirely new definition of the word panic.

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Gladly

Being forced to interact with Shawn Mendes is really not how I wanted to spend my Friday evening, but I really had no choice in the matter as he was sitting on the floor next to my door with his headphones plugged into his phone as though he had been waiting for me to show up. This is why you don’t date dudes with friends you despise. Even if you and said dude break up, his friends don’t leave you alone.

Doing my best to suppress the urge to kick him away from my door before he even speaks, I put on my best false happy face and hope I can somehow convince him I am too busy to deal with anything regarding him ever. “Should I ask you what you are doing here when I don’t recall inviting you?” I ask him snarkily, not really in the mood for dealing with Shawn after a long day of spending all day on my feet at work.

He pushes himself off the wall, standing up and popping the earbuds out of his ears.

“I asked around to find out where you lived,” he replies, then smirking at me. He doesn’t even ask if he can come inside, just follows me inside as I unlock the door and closes the door behind him like he belongs here or something.

“That sounds kind of fucking weird,” I tell him, dropping my bag onto the floor and my keys on the bedside table.

Shawn just grins at me as though he is amused by my antics, as though there is nothing strange about him showing up at my dorm on a Friday evening when he should probably be playing some COD marathon thing with his friends instead of bothering me.

I had spent the whole night dealing with rude customers in my line at the small grocery store I worked out, checking out couples who either couldn’t stop making out long enough to pay for their items or made rude comments about how they felt sorry I was wasting my night working instead of getting piss drunk like they were planning. I hadn’t even been thinking about my recent miserable break up, or how I would be single forever.

For a few minutes, there is this strange silence before I turn back around to face him. Cocking my head to give him my best smile, I hope he is going to take the hint that all I want him to do is leave so I can get some sleep.

“I could have been playing beer pong or doing body shots at the football team’s party, and you can’t even pretend to be nice to me for longer than less than a millisecond. The last time I checked, I wasn’t that offensive to be around,” he tells me, running his fingers through his curls lazily as though he doesn’t realize how attractive it makes him look when he does that. “I could have been doing body shot off of some really hot freshman, but I am here instead. The least you could do is be just the least bit nice to me, eh?”

There is so much I am trying to wrap my mind around right now. Mostly the fact that Shawn said he could be at a party. As though someone like him would party. I thought he was just the nerd who played in a band and never had any fun. But he is talking about doing body shots off of freshman. Who the hell is Shawn Mendes exactly?

“I am sorry, Shawn. Sorry that I am stopping you from doing all of those body shots, please find it in your heart to forgive me.”
He chuckles, sensing the sarcasm dripping from each word I just spoke. He even shakes his head as though he can’t believe I am being so difficult when he asked me to be nicer.

“Sorry,” he repeats, drawing out the last vowel to test the word on his lips. “I don’t think you sound that sorry when all I can hear is sarcasm just emanating from every word coming from those pouty lips of yours.”

There is no real chance for me to respond because Shawn takes it upon himself to sweep me into his arms and press his lips against mine with reckless abandon. His hands tighten around my waist, pressing his hips against mine and merging our bodies into almost one being with the intensity of his kiss.

Shawn pulls me up into his arms, carrying me over to the bed and placing my down gently without even breaking the kiss. I am not really sure what is going on right now, because I am almost positive that is notreal.

His hands hover at the hem of my shirt, slowly sliding the cotton off my frame and pulling it over my head. He keeps it balled up in his hand for a moment as he looks down at me, his eyes glinting mischievously. “I really need to teach you a lesson for talking to me so disrespectfully,” he whispers to me, throwing my shirt on the floor before quickly taking his own off. After kicking off his shoes, he gestures for me to do the same and then returns to looking at me with this look that I just know is going to lead to some rather unexpected places this evening.

Shawn raises his eyebrows at me, grabbing my arm gently and pulling me towards him so he can resume kissing me. I am trying really hard not to think about the way his skin feels against mine and how we are really only separated now by the pair of leggings I am wearing and the thin lacy panties beneath. There is not much between him and I anymore.

His hand slips into the waist of my leggings, moving down to my panties. He moves his hand to the front of my panties, rubbing his fingers along my core to get me wetter with just the simple touch of his hands.

“These need to go,” he remarks, quickly pulling off my leggings and panties one fell swoop and throwing them across the room without a care. He stands up, stepping out of his black skinny jeans and returning his attention back to me. His hand travels up my thigh, reaching up to cup my ass and give it a good hard squeeze.
Being almost naked in front of Shawn Mendes has to be one of the most unique experiences of my life. I had him pegged as a nerd with no friends, but he is talking about doing body shots and punishing me for disrespecting him. It is way hotter than anything I could have imagined about Shawn, especially the way he has those curls. Like, I don’t even know how it is fair that someone this alluring is even real.

Shawn just grins at me like he is well aware of all of these unholy thoughts I am having about him in my head, it is just like he knows the impact he has and wants to make sure I have the time to take all of it in for the moment. He returns to his spot next to me on the bed, pinning my arms over my head and looking down at me with intense chocolate eyes.

I relax my arms, letting him hold my arms above me and waiting to see what exactly he is going to do next because he has really piqued my curiosity at this point.

He quirks an eyebrow, switching to holding my hands above my head one handed while he shimmies out of his boxers. He kicks them onto the floor and then speaks, “I am going to show you what happens when you disrespect me, princess. And maybe you will learn your lesson.”

Oh, my fucking God. This cannot be real. Shawn Mendes just about said one of the hottest sentences I have ever heard and is fucking naked in front of me. I think this has to be some kind of dream because this cannot be real. There is just no fucking way.

“What does that mean?” I inquire, daring to be a little bit sassy once again.

“You’ll see, babe. I promise.”

There is no chance for me to reply as his lips cover my own lustfully.

When he breaks the kiss, he lets go of holding my arms but gives me a look as if to say I should not move if I know what is good for me. He moves his hand down to my waist, tilting my body away from him so my ass is facing upwards. With a quick raise of his brow, he lets out a chuckle before smacking my ass hard a few times with his open palm. It stings a bit, and I know there are going to be prints on my ass when this is all said and done.

“Good girls talk nicely and bad girls get spanked, do you see what I mean?” he murmured, running his hand along my ass to smooth the stinging skin. He smacks my ass once more before returning me to the lying down position.

“Yes…” I reply, trying to wince from the pain I still feel from where he left his marks. It hurts, but in a good way. The thrill comes from the pain followed by his soft caresses right after.

He nudges my legs open with his foot, positioning himself right above me with his hand wrapped around his length in anticipation. I bite my lip and wait, knowing it is my best bet to let him make all of the moves.

Shawn licks his lips slowly before teasing me with his tip, rubbing along my slick folds to prolong the wait just a little bit longer. Then he shifts his weight slightly, pushing himself inside of me fully.
My hands move up to hold onto his arms, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so full from him. He holds himself up with both of his hands, waiting for me to adjust so he can keep going. Once he seems pleased, he readies himself and begins to roll his hips against mine to find his pace. He moves slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he gets deep and starts to go a little harder with each thrust.

I don’t really know how to feel at this moment, trying to take in all that is happening. He is bigger than I am used to so I can feel my tight walls hugging his length with each movement of his hips and the deeper he goes, I can feel him against my sensitive spot more and more. I know he is not going to keep going slowly, because he is going harder and moving faster which causes me to bite my lip to handle all of him.

“You like how I feel inside of you, don’t you?” he questions me between deep grunts of his own.

I nod. Holy shit. “Yes…I do…” I trail off, digging my fingers deeper into him when he manages to hit my g spot and causes me to scream out his name.

He shifts me so I am on my side, lifting my leg so he can slide into me at this new angle and begins to slam his hips against mine without any intention of going gently. He moves against me quickly, hitting my spot each time and tangling his hands in my hair to keep my head pressed against his mouth. Rough sex is definitely a way to learn my lesson. “Tell me you will be a good girl,” he demands, snaking his other hand around my waist and running his thumb over my clit to make this whole thing even more intense.

“Fuck,” I gasp, trying not to lose myself completely quite yet. “I promise I will be a good girl for you…oh my god…”

“Good, love,” he murmurs against me, his hips slowly down his movements just a little but his thumb still rubbing my clit like he wants to bring me over the edge like never before. “I am getting so close. Fuck.” He speeds up his movements, clearly wanting to reach his release. “Will you cum with me, baby girl?”

I know there is no way I am going to be able to hold on much longer between his thumb caressing my clit so perfectly and his cock hitting my g spot; the knot is building up deep inside and I can feel it getting closer. Nodding my consent, I bite my lip to hold on just a little bit longer.

“Say it for me, baby girl,” he murmurs in my ear, circling my clit even faster and helping me reach the peak I have been dying to reach since he first entered me.

“Please…” I plead, wanting to feel him finish inside of me. He lets out a low groan as I call him that, slamming his hips hard against me and helping me reach my high. As he cums inside of me, he murmurs my name softly and tells me what a good girl I have been. The only sound for a moment or two is the panting and the rapid beating of our hearts, neither one of us able to form any real words for the moment. He takes a few minutes to compose himself, then he pulls out of me and lies back against the bed.

I pull away from him, sitting up to find my clothes so I feel like self conscious.
Shawn sighs for a moment, looking up at me with a little smirk tugging the corner of his lips. “You will be easier to teach than I thought,” he remarks, reaching over to pull me back down next to him.

I poke his lips, liking the way he feels beneath my fingertips. “I don’t think that counts as putting in a word for a friend, you know.”
Shawn smirks. “I like the words coming from your mouth better…” He grins as he slides down the bed, hands trailing down my thighs. He pulls me so I am in front of his face, gently nipping my thigh. “I want to hear more…” he whispers, mouth hovering above my quivering pussy.

“More… please…” I beg and he gladly obliges.

Nekoma as more things people in my year have said.
  • Kuroo: I too have spent many a night pondering how my legs can be quite this wonderful.
  • Kai: No I don't intend to grow my hair out, it looks a damn sight better than yours this way.
  • Yaku: I'm not your mother! But I will give you until the count of five...
  • Yamamoto: Okay but would you rather date a human with a snake dick or a snake with a human's dick.
  • Kenma: To be honest the only reason I'm still here is Cake Friday.
  • Fukunaga: I do exist, I just don't do things that get me noticed a lot... you know, like dicking a box of grapes...
  • Inuoka: I am literally going to steal all of your dogs.
  • Lev: I got an E? Oh thank god.
  • Shibayama: Oh no! I'm not scared, it's just that everything makes me ju-- *bell rings* *death scream of terror*
Select your gem; Vernon’s Route? [Yes/No]

Genre: Fluff/Romance/Humor 

Word Count: 4644

Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, various Seventeen members

Summary: Inspired by Mystic Messenger. You find a dating app way better than tinder, and slip face first into the diamond life, specifically with the gem that is Hansol Vernon Chwe. 

It started much like any student would do to pass time in their perpetually mundane lives. Finagle around the internet for a couple hours, and anyone can end up finding some pretty weird stuff. My best friend offhandedly mentioned some phone app a few days ago, saying that it helped her get over her last breakup. I admit that she was slightly crazy as she described the contents of said program, and I accepted her insistence with a grain of salt. I had no idea how an app could correlate to her last relationship, so that’s how I spent my restless Friday night, downloading an app.

Slip into the Diamond Life. Weird. My phone started to glitch uncontrollably, and I felt a strange vibration pattern from its weight, bothering my palm as it shook in my grasp. The screen glowed an eerily pleasant shade of lilac and rose, and I felt a strange sense of foreboding, as if I was getting into something that’d probably consume me in the best possible way. An address book popped on the side screen, and in faded sky script, the notification gestured to a list of users.

Select your gem.

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The Contest-Part 4

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Nursing Supervisor Anne, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Misha are both divorced.  No hate please! I’m sure Gen and Vicki are lovely!

Part 1 (All parts are linked)

My plane left early the next morning, because I started my 3 twelve hour shifts on Sunday. I had hardly slept as I spent the night weighing the pros and cons of taking the job. Nikki knew the decision was being made on Friday, and she had called and texted so many times I had lost count. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now, so I hadn’t responded.

When my text alert went off while I was on the plane I expected to see Nikki’s number again.  I was surprised to see a number I didn’t recognize.

Please take the job Y/N.

Who is this? How did you get my number?

It’s Jared. I got your number from Simon.

Seriously, Jared? Why are you even up so early? What time is it there?

The kids are visiting me. Yeah, it’s really early.

How old are they?

3,5 and 7

Wow, your lucky they let you sleep at all

They live with their Mom in Texas, but I see them whenever I can.

How long have you been divorced?

2 years

Crap, I have to go. Seriously, Y/N. Take the job. You’ll make an amazing Gemini.

You’ll be the first to know Soulmate, I promise! ;)

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5/18

That’s how many days of school I’ve cried so far. 5 of 18. And that’s not even including the times I almost cried, but held it together.

It’s 6:15pm on a Friday night and I’m still in my classroom. I spent the last three hours mostly dealing with behavior stuff aka talking to my principal, making phone calls, sending emails, and documenting things. My room is a mess. I keep finding out about more crap I have to deal with or do. And I don’t feel supported at all. I feel like an inconvenience and it’s ridiculous.

Excuse me while I give up, go home, and eat all the pizza/drink all the alcohol with the roomie and boyfriend.

Jk I’m not going to drink ALL the alcohol though because I have a 10k tomorrow. I was supposed to run the 10 miler, but I mentally just cannot so I dropped down.

chewing on the strings

Sterek | 1713 words | T | Break Up/Make up | Also on AO3

I used to put my hand in your pockets (holding on)
The smell of your cologne is still on it (but you’re still gone)
Slip it on over my shoulders
Someone I’ll never get over
Makes me feel a little bit closer to you

I can’t keep your love
I can’t keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this

I’m still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep

-Hey Violet, “Hoodie”


Winter break, freshman year

Stiles knocked on the door of the townhouse and then looked around as he waited, bouncing on his toes and grinning at how normal it all looked.

“Dude,” he said as he heard the bolt get thrown back and the doorknob start to turn, “I heard you were back in town. When did you go all suburban on us?” And boy was he glad his mouth was still capable of carrying on without direction from his brain, because he was not at all prepared for a Derek Hale who answered his door in track pants and a hoodie only half zipped up, no shirt underneath. Stiles appeared to have interrupted him mid-workout, judging by his sweaty hair, and honestly, how dare the guy still be so good-looking, now with the addition of apparently being on speaking terms with the concepts of relaxation and comfort?

Fuck me, he thankfully did not say out loud, although the phrase was certainly applicable. In multiple ways. Dammit. He hadn’t seen the guy in over a year and a half; he was supposed to be over this.

Derek blinked at him, and then a slow smile spread across his face. “Stiles.” He stood back and held the door wider. “Come in. Home on break, I take it?”

“Yeah,” Stiles answered absently, neck already craning to take in as much of Derek’s new place as he could. The guy had furniture now! And whole walls! “All my exams fell early in the week, so I got in yesterday. But Scott’s not back yet, and my dad is working, so I figured I’d see if the rumors of your return were true. Oh my god, you actually have a TV!”

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(ノ´ー`)ノ  August said I should post these so woot.  These be my Kino edits for the night haha.

ahh, Konpeito underwear and pirates. Just how I wanted to spend my Friday night //shot. (btw, pirate kino is taken from a cd cover of rejet’s zenryoku series)

I’ll go try to find my pile of shame and sit on it (´;ω ;`)

anonymous asked:

Hi, hi!!! You are seriously THE best!!! Can you imagine the Chocobros reaction if their s/o (fem, if that's okay!) proposed to them, instead of the other way around?? Ooooh my goodness, my heart melts just thinking about it!!! Thank you so so so much!!!! Xo I love your blog!!

*squeels excitedly for all eternity*
I swear, anon, this might just be the most precious fluff request I’ve gotten to date. My face was a blushing MESS when I read this.


When I was younger, I spent every Friday night bingewatching wedding shows on TLC. Suffice to say, I aboslutely adore proposals and all that warm and fuzzy marriage buisness.✨


Thank you endlessly for all of the support and love for the blog - I can’t tell you how much it means to Leigh and I!

Without further delay, let the Valentines week fluff fest begin 💜

Note: the s/o is implied to be fem


NOCTIS✧

Song: “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” by Iron and Wine

  • One would think that when proposing to the prince of Lucis, only an extravegant affair of fresh flowers, imported chocolates, and a sky written message would do
  • Nobody would have guessed that the seemingly simple proposal Noct’s s/o planned, one leagues behind a royal engagement, would have meant so much to him
  • Love’s a funny thing… isn’t it?
  • Around 3 am on a starry summer night, Noct and his s/o found themselves tangled up in a bubble bath, surrounded by dimly flickering candles, loosely strung christmas lights, and floating rose petals atop soapy water
  • The skylight window above provided a stream of delicious moonlight that cast a hazily euphoric glow on the couples bare forms
  • Swaddled in warmth and comfort, Noctis held his s/o lovingly in his lap, running water softened hands along her body, tracing her curves thoughfully, as she pressed occasional kisses to his collarbone and neck

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The Road Trip │ Chapter 7

Riley is twenty-one years old, who does whatever she is supposed do. She stays in her safe zone never wondering out, until something happens that makes her rethink her life. Riley decides to do something for herself and hit the road for a solo trip. While trying to figure out her life and find inspiration to start writing, she meets a green eyed stranger. Is it possible to feel an instant connection with someone, and know they are the one for you? Riley and the stranger seem to think so, but will something come in the way of stopping them from being together?

 chapter 1 │chapter 2 chapter 3chapter 4  chapter 5 │ chapter 6

Trigger warning: finding out what happened to Lucas’ father. 


I’m sorry about the long wait. I’ve been busy with school and haven’t had much time. Good news is I already started the next chapter, and I’ll try to finish it as soon as I can. 


Two days have passed since I’ve been at the Friars. The day that I got in, nothing much happened. We sat and ate dinner chatted a bit before Hayley stole me away. She wanted to make sure we had time to talk and hang out. She showed me her favorite spot; it’s on a top of hill underneath a big oak. We had a clear view of their house, and I was able to see their horses galloping in their gated area.

We sat there for hours and just talked. I was in awe at how willingly she talked freely to me. I grew up having a younger brother, but at that moment I knew what it was like to have a younger sister. Auggie never came to me for girl advice or relationship advice; he always went to our Uncle Josh, which I understood.

I listened to her talk more about Brandon, and I know completely how smitten she is with him. She showed me a picture of him; he has shaggy light brown hair with warm welcoming hazel eyes. The picture that she showed me was of the two of them together, smiles plastered on both their faces. I saw why Lucas was so scared of this young boy; Hayley’s eyes sparkled at the mere thought of Brandon.

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