// Incase you cant read my shitty hand writing owo’’’-Heaven only knows where you’ve been.But I don’t really need to know.I know where you’re gonna go.On my heart where you’re resting your head.And you just look so beautiful.Just like you were an angel
quick question does anyone ever see someone with brown eyes and it’s like those brown eyes have ??? lil stars in them that flicker throughout their iris,,,,,idk i was looking at someone with brown eyes today and i was like holy hell
I want Balaga to be played at my funeral, more specifically, I want Lucas Steele and company to scream “whoOooooOoAoooooooOooooah whoOooooOoAoooooooOooooah” for several hours as everyone dances and drinks around my casket.
simon suggests a game of truth or dare one night at watford
a/n: @cherryonsimon is the best and still betas these daily even tho i’m running her ragged with another huge project 💜 (go send her some love)
“Hey, Baz.” Snow says one evening, interrupting me from my Elocution homework, “truth or dare?”
“I said,” he repeats slowly, “truth? or dare?”
“We aren’t playing that,” I say dumbly.
“Of course we are,” he says, like it’s not even a question.
Crowley, what’s gotten into him? We never talk to each other in our room if we can help it. It’s almost become an unspoken rule. One Snow is apparently willing to break for the sake of a stupid game.
“Fine,” I snap, “but I go first.”
He leans back on his bed as if to say “go ahead”.
“Truth or dare?” I ask him and he sticks his chin out defiantly.
I wrack my brain, trying to think of something horrible, but all I can come up with is: “I dare you to lick the soap in the shower.”
He rolls his eyes. “Really, Baz?”
I nod and he stands, making his way to the en suite. He returns with a bar of soap in hand, which he makes a big show of licking. It must taste horrible and I catch him grimacing, but he does a fair job of hiding it.
“That was too easy,” he snorts. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Oh Merlin, this was a mistake.
“Do you fancy anyone?”
I wasn’t expecting that. Truthfully, I thought this game was some sort of trick to get information out of me; but if that were true, why would he need to know something like that?
Unless he’s trying to get me to let my guard down, in which case I need to do something to rattle him back.
“No. No, I don’t fancy anyone.”
He nods like he understands, but doesn’t say anything.
“Truth or dare?” I ask for the second time.
“Dare”, he says again and my smile goes predatory.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
I expect him to curse at me. I expect him to start yelling, to throw open the door to our room and tell everyone what I just said. I even expect him to go off.
The last thing I expect is for him to actually do it.
He takes my face in his hands and I’m so shocked I forget to close my eyes. He keeps his open as well, and we both watch each other lean in. My eyes fall shut at the exact moment our lips meet, and I can’t believe this is happening.
His lips glide over mine, and he’s doing this nice thing with his chin that I like. His hands come up to tangle themselves in my hair and I should be angry at him for messing it up, but it feels good. (So good.)