what is this fluffiness

Dylan O'brien’s hair appreciation post

(From: dylanobemineforever)

First of all… Look. At This! (Do I need to say more? Yes? Well, prepare for your death!)

Dylan’s Mitch Rapp hair are doing things to me. Hallelujah.

Do you want another argument? Yes? Bitch, you fucking asked me to…

I am not paying for your casket! I warned you!

Also, it doesn’t matter of they’re short…

Because we’re talking about Dylan fucking O'Brien and he can literally pull off anything! Even the ‘I-just-woke-up’-look. You don’t belive me? You better watch the fuck out then!

What did I tell you? See! Still not convinced? Well, what do you think about this?

Cute and super hot at the same time! How are you even real?

But that’s not all folks! His hair even look good when they don’t look good… you don’t know what that means? Well, let me show you then!

See? See! What did I say?

And can we just talk about how fluffy they are for a moment, please? Like I just want to run my fingers through it! I can literally feel my fingertips itching for it… Don’t believe me? Well, have I been wrong so far? *sigh* You wanted this, so here we go.

Who even gave him the right? Who???

Okay, last but definitely DEFINITELY not least!!! Prepare y'all…!!!

Okay, well… damn. I think I am just gonna need Jesus after that one…


Okay this just got mildly aggressive…😂

Let me know what you think and if you enjoy posts like this one😁

ranmin10  asked:

Can you make bts 💜 reaction? To comeback from practice/studio and find there GF or S/O in transparent shirt with only panties and bra? Please??? I don't care if you make it NSFW or fluffy make it what you're comfortable with..💜💜

BTS Reacting to their S/O In a Long T-Shirt with No Pants (or with)


Originally posted by boo-t-s

I think he’d be flustered for like a few seconds or more until his international playboy mode turned on once he saw you more flustered than him. Assuming that he’s seen you in a bathing suit he’d be pretty well accompanied by seeing you in a clear shirt.

The door swung open as Jungkook came into the dorm yelling “BABE I GOT DONUTS!” But was quickly interrupted by the sight that was you pants-less and in a shirt that was almost see through.  

“J-Jungkook!?” You quickly got a pillow and covered yourself as fast as you could. “I-I didn’t expect you to get home so early…”

Jungkook looked away, his face turning red. “W-Well, we got done with practice early so I wanted to surprise you and get donuts since their your favorite. Guess I came home TOO early.”
You blushed as well.
“I’m sorry.”
“Nono! It’s ok Y/n… Im just not used to seeing you like that. I’ve only over seen you in a bathing suit once, so even then it was a one piece.” The blushy boy tried so hard not to look at you, or at least at what you were covering. The pillow was pretty small.

“I-I’ll go change.” You walk to Jungkook’s room closing the door. Little did you know Jungkook could see your whole backside. His face became more red as a small smirk appeared on his face. Jungkook set down the box of donuts pulling out his phone to check the time.
“I got some time. Y/n don’t you dare put anything on!” Jungkook stood in front of the door, putting a hand on the handle. “I’m coming in.”
You jump blushing darkly already having started to change.
“Good lord Jungkook!! You scared me- Jungkook? What are you doing?” Jungkook shut the door behind him giving you a small smirk.

The rest was history. Nothing went too far, but it did get a bit steamy.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

He’d be very cheeky about it. Seeing you like that would make his heart skip a beat.

Taehyung opened the door having just come back from the studio.

“Babe where are you? I’m back from work.” Taehyung looked everywhere in the dorm but couldn’t seem to find you.

He scratched his head walking into his room suddenly spotting a huge lump on his bed.

He smirked trying not to chuckle as he walked over to the lump. “Jaaagiii, im home.”

You groaned sitting up. “What time is it?”

“It’s around three-” Taehyung look down at your body noticing your transparent shirt, and lack of pants. This made Taehyung blush a dark red.

“Babe why are you…naked?”

“Naked? What are you talking about?” You looked down covering yourself with the blanket.

Taehyung smirked poking your shoulder,

“Put that blanket down missy.”

“Why would you want to see it? It’s nothing special or like, pretty to look at.” You weren’t exactly the “ideal” weight, you had some meat on you.

Taehyung took the blanket from you throwing it to the side of the room.

“Why are you talking to my Y/n like that? She’s perfect the way she is.”

You blush feeling embarrassed. Taehyung leaned down to give you a light kiss on the forehead.

“T-Tae, that’s sweet of you to say but i don’t know… ” You poked at your stomach starting to frown. Taehyung hands started to roam near your knees as he chuckled. “I feel like you need some convincing, since you won’t believe me. And to be honest the moment I saw you under the covers it made me want to join you in there.

Your face turned a red as you sigh in embarrassment. Getting on top of you Taehyung hugged you.

“I’m going to cuddle you and you’re gonna like it.”

You chuckled hugging him back,

“Alright ya weirdo I give in.”

The both of you giggled getting acquainted with each others company.

Taehyung would then continue to talk about your body non-stop, praising every inch of it. It’d make you flustered but deep down inside you were eating it up. Lots of body praising though.


Originally posted by parkjmzl

He’d be pretty embarrassed at first but would kick into flirt mode whenever he could.

You had decided that while the boys were out to eat, you would use their practice room and brush up on your dancing skills. You wanted to show your best friend Jung Hoseok that you COULD IN FACT dance.  The small remark made you determined to practice on your dancing. Your choice of clothing was a long white transparent t-shirt with very short shorts. You felt that it let your body air breath more as you practiced.

You stepped to the music in time, your foot moved too quickly resulting in tripping and falling to the ground.

“So close!!” Face flushing with a light red color, you hit the ground starting to stand up when the door to the studio started to open. The sound startled you making you freeze in a bent over position.

Hoseok had opened the door. Why the heck was he here??

Sadly the position was right in the direction of the door. Just as Hoseok opened his me he quickly shut it, face turning red. You quickly get up running over to your bag to find your pants.

“H-Hoseok!? What are you doing here??? You’re supposed to be out!” You struggled to put your pants on.  

“I- forgot my hat.” Hoseok stuttered while reaching for his black and white hat. Your eyebrow raised curiously.

“Oh really?” You added.

Hoseok pulled at his shirt now visibly uncomfortable due to the situation. His face turn a dark red keeping his gaze on the clock that was situated on the wall. But Hoseok being Hoseok, he smirked covering his mouth giggling. “You do look cute though.”  

You scoffed putting on your long sweat pants starting to leave the room when Hoseok grabbed your arm softly giving you a smile.

“Y/n, why leave so early? Why don’t I teach you some moves!? I did notice you practicing before we left. So how about it? Mind if I teach you some things?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You practiced for more than an hour or so, but you couldn’t say no to that smile and his tone of voice. It was sweet and gentle-like.

You took a small breath nodding. “Alright, let’s get to learning.”

Hoseok grinned pulling you back into the room, happy that you took the offer.

I think that while the two of you practiced Hoseok would be probably be the type of person to jokingly poke and tickle in certain spots like your sides and shoulders. It’s too cute of a concept though 10/10


Originally posted by yoong-jimin

There would be a lot of getting flustered on Jimins part. But he would be such a sweetheart about it being cute and shit.

Coming back from practice the very sweaty and tired Jimin opened the door to the dorm letting out a big sigh.

“Aahh, Jagi I’m home~” Jimin coo’d as he looked throughout the dorm to try and find you. As he was looking he heard a small thump coming from his room. His eyebrow lifted as he walked to the door of his room. Pushing on the handle Jimin walks into the room to find you dancing to music through headphones. Thing is, you were only in a see through shirt, with a bra and underwear.

“A-Ack!!” You jumped quickly throwing your phone to the other side of the room.

“J-Jimin!! H-Hi!” You studdard laughing while covering your lower half with a pillow.

Jimin laughed, smiling he says,

“I didn’t know you could move like that Y/n.”

You shook your head profusely, slowly getting flustered.

“O-Oh no no no, I was just-”

“You were just what?” Jimin blushed, laughing a lot more then he was.

You thought for a moment.

“Mooovvinngg out of the way of the bed because i was about to hit it?”

“Yeah likely story, you need to dance like that more. You look so cute when you’re hips sway side to side. Especially in that get up you’re in. Were you not able to find clean clothes?” Jimin came closer to you making your cheeks turn red.

“I-I dont know Jimin- Also no! I thought you were gonna be home late…”

“Well, I’m not taking no for an answer, tomorrow you are coming with me to the studio and I’m going to teach you some things. Got it?” You really couldn’t say no to Jimin, even though you felt embarrassed about it.

“Alright, I’ll go. But I’m only going because you know what you’re doing.”

Jimin smiled chuckling.

I think that Jimin would have the knowledge of you being in a transparent shirt but would be more focused on what you were doing. ie, singing, dancing, or just anything. BUT- after your talk with Jimin I have a feeling that things would get steamy.


Originally posted by slapmon

“Shut up.”

You blurted out to Namjoon as he took a step back and chuckled.

“Woah there girly I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything, all I said was that you look extremely cute in the get up you’re in.”

You felt incredibly embarrassed by the fact that you were only in your shirt and underwear in front of Namjoon. He had walked in on you trying out some new clothes from the store. You had gained a bit of weight over the summer from eating and sleeping too much.

Your eyes pricked with tears pulling your shirt down for any last bit of pride.You have been going through a slight depression due to how much you weigh. Shopping became extremely hard for you, no one had your size. Looking at yourself in the mirror was difficult as well. You couldn’t look into the mirror without seeing a person who couldn’t keep her promises with dieting and exercising. It just stressed you out.

Namjoon, disheartened by your action took both of your hands lightly and held them in his, getting onto his knees to make himself shorter.

“I need you to listen to me just this once, ok? You’re body is something you shouldn’t be ashamed off. So what if you gained a few more pounds than usual? I’m still going to love every inch of you no matter what happens. Ok?”

You sniffed holding back tears. You needed to hear that. “W-What did I do to deserve you?” You laughed a bit.

Namjoon kissed the top of your hands giving you a smile that made his dimples appear. “You’re so pretty from this angle Y/n, why haven’t I gotten down here before?” Chuckling you pet his head.

He’d be all cuddly with you afterwards showering you with smol kisses on your stomach and hands stuff. You’d very much appreciated the gesture and it made you feel much better about wearing the shirt with no pants. Even though it was a bit uncomfortable at first.


Originally posted by bwiseoks

He’d probably be giddy most of the time giggling. Also a low key flirting.

You and Jin had been married for a month now and today you decided to try and prepare dinner. But, it seemed as if Jin already had dinner preparations.

“Ow! Jin you didn’t tell me the stove was hot!?” You sucked on your finger wincing.  Jin noticed quickly walking over to you with a small bag of ice. “Aahh i’m so sorry Y/n…” He took your hand gently and putting the ice bag on top.

“You go ahead and change, you need to relax and let me finish cooking ok?”

You nod walking into your room to change.

Later on as Jin continues to prepare dinner, you walk back to the kitchen to check on Jin.

“Hey hun, is dinner ready?”

“Not exactly- Y/n… your, shirt. It’s..” Jin face turns bright red as he chuckles. You had came out in one of Jin’s t-shirts with no pants. The shirt was long enough for you to wear without any so you thought why not?

You chuckled a little back.

“What am I not allowed to wear your shirts?”

Jin scoffed turning off the stove taking his apron off. “No you’re allowed too.” He smiled walking over to you giving a small kiss to your forehead.

You smile feeling your cheeks turn red when all the sudden Jin picks you up by your waist and puts you on his shoulders.

“Buuut then again, you aren’t allowed to look that good babe. Why don’t we go ahead and fix that.”

Your face turned a darker red as you struggled against Jin.

“J-Jinniiee come on what about dinner?” You pouted as Jin set you on the couch. But all you got was a small smirk from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s blazing hot Y/n, we should let it cool down.”

As Jin held your chin up, you couldn’t help but agree.

“Who needs food anyway?” You said grinning.

It probably would continue with some cuddling and soft kisses. Until Jin heard the stove timer, then you smack him for lying and joke about not being responsible over the food. He’d answer back with a joke of some sort which would ultimately end the conversation.


Originally posted by jinkooks

I think this one is just self-explanatory.

The day was gloomy, it had been raining for hours now. You and Yoongi lay on the couch, Yoongi asleep with you reading a book.

You turn your head to see if the bear was still sleeping, which he was, and got up to go get changed into your pjs. It was around the time for bed and you needed to get into something more comfortable.

“Nng.. Y/n, get back here you were warm.” Yoongi groaned hugging a pillow.

You came back in a long t-shirt petting Yoongi’s head. He looked up to you noticing your get up.

“Are you trying to entice me?” Yoongi looked like he was eyeing a piece of cake. You blush laughing.

“I don’t think so-“ Yoongi cut you off by sitting up and grabbing the sides of your thigh. Your face turned a darker red as he pulled you close to him.

“You know how you make me feel when you wear this shirt babe.”

You snicker running your fingers through his hair.

“Do you want me to change?”

“Hell no!”

Yoongi laughed pulling you down onto the couch.

“I like it when you wear this kind of stuff. It just makes you even more cute.”

You cant help but roll your eyes and poke his forehead looking away.

“How are you so squishy hun?” You smile poking both his cheeks.

“I didn’t know I was squishy.” Yoongi smiled pecking your forehead softly.

The both of you would continue to cuddle, listening to the rain and maybe drink some hot chocolate in the process. I think that Yoongi would be soft with a hint of “oh dang you have no pants.” Soft and squishy Yoongi is best Yoongi thank.

I would like to apologize personally for being super late with this. College and life have been a butt. I had to sorta edit this to be able to fit what I was comfortable with. I realized that saying SFW was not a good idea. XD But I do love writing this kind of stuff. It’s different. :) Thank you for waiting this long!! -Kit

kestrelsansjesses  asked:

Prompt idea: Sid actually goes through with bringing cats back, but she somehow brings back a sphinx cat. Ryder freaking loves it. Vetra wants to know what the hell is wrong with humans. Fluffy silliness ensues, perhaps?

this was so cute, thanks!!!!!


“I thought you said cats were cute.”

“She is cute! Just in her own, weird way!” Ryder cradled the hairless cat in her arms, a wide grin splitting her face. She had called it a ‘sphynx’ but Vetra’s name for it was something else entirely. Ugly. The cat’s mottled gray and white skin was wrinkled where Ryder held her and she had the largest moony yellow eyes that were a bit frightening.

When Vetra introduced Sid and Ryder to each other, she was honestly just relieved that they hit it off so well. The good-natured ribbing seemed to extend to Sid and the pair got on better than she had dared hope. But then they started talking about cats and Sid just had to mention that she had found something that hinted at the cat genome. Delighted, Ryder begged Sid to bring back cats. Of course, Vetra, being the sensible person out of the three of them, ended that conversation real quick, distracting the young Pathfinder and her young sister with the promise of food and a vid.

What she hadn’t expected though, was for Sid to actually go and bring back cats. Not only did she do that, but she brought back the ugliest cat Vetra ever laid eyes on (which wasn’t saying all that much because cats were distinctly a human thing). Now Ryder wouldn’t stop talking about the cat Sid gave her.

“Weird is definitely one word for her.” Vetra felt relief that Ryder seemed to be in a better mood after the events on the Archon’s ship. Sid’s timing was impeccable; Ryder hadn’t stopped smiling since they docked at the Nexus and the cat was delivered straight into her arms. “Do all cats look like this?”

“No, most cats that we have have fur but this breed is special. I had a sphynx cat as a kid that I named Ralph. Mom and Dad hated him but Scott and I loved that damned cat. He was mean as sin but he was always so sweet to us.” Ryder hugged the cat tighter to her body, eliciting a distressed mewl from the poor feline. “Here! Hold her!”

The cat is suddenly, but carefully, shoved into her arms. Both Vetra and the cat looked at each other anxiously. Vetra couldn’t help but smirk at the situation: the cat had probably never seen a Turian before in it’s brief life, and she hadn’t seen a cat before in hers. She tried to juggle the cat between her arms until she was comfortable, but the distressed cat was having none of that. Ryder watched them, laughing behind one of her hands. The cat crawled its way up to Vetra’s cowl, making herself comfortable and curling up on herself.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a new friend, V.” Ryder spoke softly, a rosy glow to her cheeks. “If you let her sit there long enough, she’ll start to purr.”

“I- I think she’s doing that. Vibrating, or purring.”

“I’m gonna name her Sid. Because you know-”

“Yeah, I know Ryder. I’ll tell her.”

anonymous asked:

✍️ (@askkaitiscats)

1. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your blog.

you love cats and I love Bunz. we are officially rivals.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.

holiday blue
3. Tell you what element I believe you belong to (e.g. water, fire, air, etc.).

4. Tell you what I like the most about your muse.

5. Ask the mun a question.

y do you like cats when there are Bunz like ??
6. Tell you something I like about you or your art.

the HAIR omg I would DIE for hair like your KAITO’s
7. Give you a nickname.

8. Tell you what am I doing right now.

9. Tell you what food/flavor/smell you remind me of.

you probably smell like apple pie.
10. Tell you something I’ve always wanted to say to you.

do you know how CUTE you seem you are the most ADORABLE thing ever ughnhnhn I wish you were more active ughhh<3


I’ve only known matt for a few hours but if anything happened to him i’d kill everyone in this room and then myself

my favorite blanket just came out of the dryer, and i dont care how hot it is outside or how many aliens are invading, im gonna go have a Warm Blanket Nap and nobody can stop me

I failed to find a good shipping-themed prompt list for inktober, so I made one myself and thought I’d share. Feel free to use if you like it, were it for Inktober or just a need for a drawing/writing prompt! Most of the prompts can be easily interpreted for smut purposes too. (And no need to credit/tag me if you use this, just don’t remove my name from it).

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The Kissing Booth

A SnowBaz fanfiction


Once a year, usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students.  It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and other classic carnival fare.  There’s always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel.  Most of the booths are run by student volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever charity the student body has voted on.

           I go every year, mostly for the caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.

           In truth, I didn’t even sign up for it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her own.

           I should have told her to find Penny, or Trixie or even Minty.  Anyone but me.

           It doesn’t take long for the word to spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the line has doubled in length.  Mostly first or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the line.

           It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes back.  How she endured hours of this, I cannot comprehend.  That’s just Agatha, I guess.

           A redhead drops her donation into the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time, her cheeks aflame.  I try to look as non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of the space.  She darts in with a kiss that’s no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her friends, a triumphant grin on her face. She must have been dared.  Poor girl.  I hope I wasn’t her first.

           “Well, well, well.”

           My stomach lurches at the cold drawl I know only too well.

           “What are you doing here, Baz?” I say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.

           He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a sneer.  “When I heard that the Chosen One had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”

           “Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you can go.”

           “Saving the World of Mages one kiss at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle.  “Not exactly what I was envisioning.”

           “I’m only covering for Agatha,” I retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”

           He scoffs.  “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank you very much.”

           “She’s not my – forget it,” I shake my head.  I’ve told him at least a dozen times, but it never stops him.

           “She must have been really desperate for a break to put you in charge,” Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be sweet.  “You’d think she’d at least pick someone attractive for the Kissing Booth.”

           It stings, but I don’t flinch.  “What, someone like you?” I spit back too fast.

           His eyebrows shoot up in delighted surprise as I realize my mistake.  “You flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow tighter and hope it passes for anger.

           “Is there a reason you’re still here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.  

           “As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages.  “I’m here to torment you.”

           “Great, well you’ve done that.”

           “I wanted to see what you’d do.”  He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing his face far too close to mine for comfort. “What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing Booth?”

           “You can torment me any time,” I shoot back, “you’re holding up the line.”

           “Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”

           “Then go away.”

           His eyes narrow and he pretends to think.  “Mmm, no.  I don’t think so.”

           “Baz, I’m warning you.”

           “Terrifying,” he drones, “but this is too much fun.  Besides,” his eyebrow flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”

           I flash him a smirk of my own.  “Aw, Baz. If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

           Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an eye.  “You think of that comeback yourself?”

           “There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so close.  “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t owe you anything.”

           He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine, and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge.  Out of my periphery I see him reach into his pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.

           I should punch him.

           I should spit in his face.

           I wanted to see what you’d do.

           I take him by the lapels and crush his mouth under mine.

           He makes a muffled sound of shock.  To be fair, so do I, but mine is more angry than it is surprised.  I kiss him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is oddly soft.  A face like his, you’d expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest thing from unmoving.  I can’t tell if he’s struggling or if he’s kissing me back but his lips are so, so soft and I want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…

           I only stop when a series of wolf whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.

           Trying to salvage the illusion of control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar.  The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous line.  I probably have.

           “Was that what you wanted?” I growl.

           He doesn’t answer, just holds my gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.


I don’t see Baz at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents three times.  I keep Penny company where she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for service.  When she and Penny are freed we pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel.  Only once the light has begun to fade and the signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways.  Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats back safely.

           Basically, I’m doing anything I can to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any longer.  I’ve wandered the grounds enough times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can barely see the ground in front of me. Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually.  There’s no undoing what’s happened.

           When I finally trudge back into the room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door.  His expression, though I don’t see it for long before I look away, is hard to read. Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too.  Almost a where were you edge.

           Normally I have to start any type of conversation, but tonight he wastes no time. “What the hell was that, Snow?”

           There’s no question as to what he’s referring, and I can’t help but get angry again.  “Me? You’re the one who had to start something!”

           “Well, you didn’t have to react so drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler than usual, almost transparent.  I half expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.

           His soft, soft lips.

           “You were egging me on,” I seethe, the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”

           “Proud little hero,” Baz says with the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”

           “You know I can’t, not in front of people.”

           “Wouldn’t want them to think the Heir is a coward.”

           I feel like a balloon in me is swelling and deflating at once.  “But that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger momentarily aside.  “If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”

           He doesn’t answer right away, and for a second I think maybe he understands. I want so badly for him to understand.

           “No reason,” Baz eventually says, turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen One.”

           I want to groan, to kick something, to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not fight me.  Have we ever in our lives made eye contact without there being some challenge between us?

           “Why did you have to get in that line?” I shake my head.  “There are so many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”

           “To be fair, I’ve already exhausted most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.

           “When have you ever been fair?”


           I’m tired of standing here at the door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as ever.  His gray eyes are positively silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as if it’s soaking the rays directly into him. He almost glows.  I have to laugh a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night.  If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly the moon.  Distant, cold, mysterious, almost too pristine to touch.

           His gaze returns to me suddenly.  He raises an eyebrow in a wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.

           “What exactly was it you expected me to do?”

           “At what point, Snow?” he gives a humourless laugh.  “You had more than one opportunity to react.”

           “When you paid the fee.”

           His tiny smile disappears.  “It doesn’t matter.”

           “It does.”

           “Drop it, Snow,” he says, the hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him.  Drop it is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t want to tell.

           “Was I supposed to kiss you?” I ask.  For some reason I have to know.


           “Then what?”

           “I don’t know, Snow, punch me.  Push me. Beat me to the ground.  Something.”

           My brow furrows in confusion.  “Wait. You wanted me to hit you?”

           He shrugs, more with his head than his shoulder.  “One of us has to get hurt, right?”

           I rise to my feet, and I’m face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time.  Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver, something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it dawns on me.  He was putting on a show at the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had been.

           If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?

           One of us has to get hurt, right?

           And suddenly it makes sense.

           There’s only a few inches between us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses to his lips.

           He doesn’t kiss me back this time, but he doesn’t move away either.  “What was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.

           “You act like we’re so different,” I say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”


           “What do you think we’d be if we didn’t have to fight each other?”

           I don’t miss the split second of longing in his eyes.  “Keep dreaming, Snow.”

           “Because I bet it would involve a lot more of this.”  I bring a hand up to his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.

           Baz closes his eyes like he has to collect himself.  “You’re the hero.  I’m the villain.  What more do I have to say?”

           “Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both know that’s not true.  You’re a boy, and I’m a boy.  That’s all.”

           “Tell that to the rest of the world.”

           “I don’t care about the rest of the world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”    

           “About what?”

           “If there was no act, no reputation, no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”

           Baz returns my gaze a moment, searching my eyes.    

           Then his lashes close and he’s kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.

           I let my fingers tangle higher up in his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only without the anger of the afternoon.  He angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping my waist and pulling me closer.  I melt against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle tug. Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of surprise when I press back a little harder.

           When we finally break apart, both of us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want to hear my name in his sigh.  Would he sigh Snow or Simon?  I want to know.

           “Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”

           When I meet his eyes, they’re full of more longing than ever.

           In response, he kisses a soft, slow triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by my eye, and I can’t help but smile.

“We can try.”

Ever Since
Author: letsjustsee
Word Count: 10.5k
Louis once again went to leave, but before he could reach the door he heard Barkley jumping off the bed behind him. The giant dog accosted Louis before he could get through, nudging Louis’ legs with all his weight and making him stumble, and Louis had to grab the doorframe to steady himself.
“What the heck, Barkley?” Louis was mostly talking to himself, aware that Barkley couldn’t actually understand him, but he had never witnessed the dog acting so oddly.
He turned around when he heard a quiet murmur coming from the bed.
“What?” He hadn’t been able to make out what Harry said, but at Louis’ question he sat up in bed, hair already wild from the pillow, eyes heavy, and Louis’ stomach gave a little flip.
“He wants you to stay.”

Or, a very fluffy AU where Louis finds a lost dog that he wishes he could keep - until he meets his owner, who he wishes he could keep more


I wanted to draw Keith having a pet dog growing up and I was like, ‘okay, he’d probably have a rottweiler, or maybe a German Sheppard?

but when i started drawing I was like no this kid is gonna have a floppy mop dog.


Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

3.8k words

members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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