zipper lips

behave

A/N: Alright, so I realized I never specified this, but I don’t actually feel that comfortable writing sex scenes (in any writing). It’s not because Peter is supposed to be 15, since Tom Holland is 20 years old, but just because I’ve never written smut, so I’m not quite at that level yet. Maybe one day, followers, maybe one day…

#84: “It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#87: “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

Summary: You and Peter have been dating for 6 months and Aunt May leaves the two of you alone.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader


“It’s like you want to ruin men for me,” you complained, laying on Peter’s bed. He turned to look at you, confused, though you could see the smallest hint of a smile on his face. He had been trying to reach up to the top shelf in his closet and his t-shirt kept riding up, exposing his torso to you. The short sleeves were rolled up, exposing more of his biceps, and you just couldn’t help your wandering eyes.

“Oh, hush,” he laughed, finally grabbing the clothes he’d wanted. Peter bounded over and sat beside you on the bed, fiddling with his phone. You watched him with a soft smile on your lips.

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Quiet (M)

Jungkook needs to learn to control himself

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A/N: I wrote this in like an hour sorry if it’s not the best

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1345

Content/Warning: Smut this is all smut nothing but smut, sub!jungkook, switch!jungkook, public foreplay


Jungkook places his hand on top of yours and leans in to whisper, “Babe, stop it.”

“Stop what?” You ask innocently, pressing your hand harder into his crotch.

Jungkook let’s out a squeak only you can hear.

“Y/N, has Jungkook told you about all the research he’s contributed to our company? Because of him, our brand is doing better than ever.” Jungkook’s CEO and coworkers look at you, awaiting your response.

“Oh yes, I’m very proud of him. When we first met, I had no idea how much of a genius he really is.” You let out a small laugh and give your husband’s hardening dick a squeeze.

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Yongguk - Dangerously Innocent ♥ [Part 4]

Originally posted by babycassiopeian


Member: B.A.P’s Bang Yongguk 

Pairing: MafiaLeader!Yongguk &  You

Genre: Angst-ish

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Shooting and other Mafia stuff.

Words: 2,376

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Epilogue.


Time crawls by. Your day starts with an annoying customer, calling and complaining about the quality of your product. You tried to console him and refer him to the shop he bought the product in since your company is only the manufacturer of the product but he didn’t want to listen. After that it only went downhill. Your colleague messed something up and now you have to fix it. Your shift ended 10 minutes ago and except for your boss and another colleague you usually don’t talk to, since she only spreads gossip, you are alone in the office. You don’t hear the door open and the steps carefully walking towards you. As he carefully puts his hand on your shoulder you jump and accidentally push your stapler off you table, immediately gaining the attention of the two other people in the room. You turn around to see Yongguk towering over you, his eyes looking at you with admiration. “Why are you not out yet?” He asks and you colleague is obviously listening. When Yongguk tries to crouch down, his face showing discomfort and his hand resting on his injured thigh, you quickly stand up to stop him from doing so.  “I need to stay a little longer. I still have something to do.” You say and he does something you would have never imagined him doing. He pouts. His lower lip is pushed out a little bit as he tries to act cute, but his deep voice ruins the entire picture and only makes you smile. “I need to finish this. I really do. You can wait here or just go home already. Youngjae will bring me home safely.” Telling him this only makes him pout more and he takes a chair and sits down next to you. “You won’t go home with Youngjae. I’ll wait.” You sit back down and keep working on your papers, feeling Yongguks stare on you. After about 20 minutes you look up to see him asleep, his elbow resting on the table and his head in his hand.

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A Broken Heart

Character: Jungkook (BTS)
Word count: 2497
Summary: Young Jungkook finds out one weekend what a broken heart really feels like | #fluff #babysitter!au

Related stories: You’re Like a ButterflySave Me, Save Me

a/n: omg these babysitter stories are so fun to write! baby bts are so cute I can’t ;;w;;

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Gymnophoria

Pairing - Daveed x Reader

Word Count - 3541

Prompt - From @followingnaturespath -  Oh my god if its not too much trouble could you do gymnophoria with Daveed and reader? Or something of the sort? I hope it’s not too much of a bother! -💜

Warnings - SMUT. 

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Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is undressing you with their eyes.


This was it. The big day. The day you’d been looking forward to ever since you’d found out about it.

Was it your wedding day? No. You weren’t even engaged.

Birthday? No.

It was the day you finally got to see your boyfriend after he’d been on tour with his band for the past month.

Clipping. was finally coming within driving distance, and you couldn’t be more excited. You loved to see Daveed perform, be it when you first started dating while he was in Hamilton, or now when he was on tour with his group, or anything he decided to take part in. He poured his heart and soul into every performance, and you loved it. You loved his intensity, his passion, the way he dropped his shy demeanor and took charge of the stage with utmost confidence. It was magnetic, drawing you to him that much more, and, if you were honest with yourself, it turned you on. You couldn’t always get him alone after a show, but when you did, the adrenaline from his performance made things absolutely electric. He usually left you with bruises or hickeys on your neck and chest, and when things were really intense, you were sore the next day. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping that that happened tonight.

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Brawling Love Part 4

Summary: Bucky and the reader get handcuffed together to “work out their differences” according to Natasha and Clint.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing

A/N: I MEANT FOR THIS TO BE POSTED LIKE 3 HOURS AGO BUT MY SCHOOL WORK GOT PILED UP AND AMERICAN HORROR STORY CAME ON AND I’M SO SORRY BUT HERE’S PART 4 FINALLY

It has been 4 days since Bucky’s outburst in the kitchen and you have yet to speak a word to him. You actually haven’t spoken to anyone on the team even though they have clarified that they love you very much.

Your insecurities were getting the best of you.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Tony greets when you drag yourself and Bucky into the kitchen. You don’t say a word as you rummage through the pantry, grabbing your favorite cereal before walking to get the milk.

“Lady Y/N! You’re awake and looking lovely this morning.” Thor was the next to speak, pulling you in a hug. They were like this everyday. Always showing you affection, just trying anything to show you that they truly did love you.

After the hug you serve yourself some cereal and sit down on the stool. Bucky pulled the other stool closer to yours and sat down in silence. He desperately wanted you to say some thing - anything. He didn’t care if you yelled at him, called him names or insulted him, he just wanted you to talk, to hear your voice.

You ate your cereal in silence while having Bucky glance at you frequently.

“Listen up,” Tony calls out, grabbing everyone’s attention. “To uplift everyone’s  mood,” he looks directly at you, “I’m throwing a party tonight. Everyone better be there.”

“Great. We’re gonna have to replace the window again.” Sam says, referring to Tony’s last party where Tony busted through the window, drunk as he showed off his upgraded Iron Man suit.

“That was one time and I was really excited to show everyone how badass my suit was.” Tony clarified but Sam just scoffed.

Everyone turned their attention to you and Steve approached you calmly. “Are you gonna be there Y/N?”

You don’t say a word, you just stare down into your bowel. Steve looks over at Bucky and shoots him a glare as if saying this was all his fault.

“I know.” Bucky says out loud, closing his eyes. Everyone was mad at him for the things he said and Bucky was mad at himself as well.

“You better fix this.” Steve tells him and you know they’re talking about this whole situation.

You finish your bowel and walk over to the sink, dumping it in there before walking back to the elevator. Once the doors close, Tony turns to Steve.

“I’m not even half way done with the key.” he confessed with a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Well you better figure out something quick.” Steve said, placing his hand on his hip as he looked around the room.

“I’m so going to kick his ass once we uncuff him.” Nat mutters, shaking her head.

“I shall join you.” Thor speaks up with a smile.

“I don’t understand why Mr. Barnes would say such a thing in the first place, I like Miss Y/N very much.” Vision says and Wanda pats him on his shoulder.

“Because he’s an idiot, Vis.” she tells him.


“We don’t have to go to the party if you don’t want to. I’m fine staying in here, not talking and stuff.” Bucky shrugs, standing outside the shower curtains while you showered. He had showered before you. Bucky’s right arm was pulled wherever you pulled it and you made sure to not touch your body much with your left hand, not wanting Bucky to slightly graze your skin.

“Tony would make me go either way.” you mutter, washing your hair. He sighed, thankful for hearing your voice for the first time in 4 days.

“You’re right.” he nods. “hey maybe after a while we could ditch the party and go to the ice cream shop down the street. I know you-”

“Stop pushing your luck.” you cut him off. “Just because I talked to you once does not mean I’ll do it again.”

Bucky rubs his face with his metal hand. “Y/N I’m trying to fix things. Please let me.”

“No. You were right, I’m not and never will be as pretty as Nat and Wanda, I’ll never compare to their skills I’ll never live up to their achievements and I am a stuck up, annoying ass know-it-all bitch who no one likes.” you speak and the guilt eats Bucky alive. How could he say those things to you?

You turn off the water and stick your hand out of the shower. “Towel.”

Bucky reaches over and hands you your towel, not once looking at you because, hey, privacy. You manage to wrap the towel around your body then pull Bucky into your room.

You decided on a simple strapless black dress, making it easy for you to put on. You reach into your top drawer where you kept your undergarments and pull out a pair of underwear. Bucky kept his eyes away from you, not wanting you to hate him more for glancing at your naked body.

You dropped the towel and slipped on your panties before covering your boobs with your right hand. You pull Bucky over to your closet and take the dress out, putting it on quickly. The only downside being you couldn’t zip up the zipper in the back. by yourself.

With a sigh and not many options, you look back at Bucky who kept his eyes on your bed. “James.”

He turns his head almost immediately. “Yeah?”

“I need you to - can you.. zip up the dress?” you find it hard to ask him.

Bucky gulps, eyes trailing down to the zipper. He bit his lip, seeing your exposed skin and nods. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

His metal arm finds the zipper and tugs it up ever so slowly. You physically shiver at the metal to skin contact. When he was done he drops his hand from your back and you turn around.

“Thanks.” you mumbled. With a sigh you continue to focus on your hair and makeup. You let your hair naturally dry as you worked on your eyeliner and when you were done you took out your curling iron.

“You look gorgeous.” Bucky comments, watching you plug it in.

“That’s because I have makeup caked on my face. Without it I’d be ugly.” you say, flicking the switch to turn the iron on.

Bucky can feel his heart clench again. It was his fault you though of yourself this way. “No, you look gorgeous everyday.”

You scoff. “Sure James. You don’t need to lie.”

Bucky decided not to argue with you. He let his eyes fall down to the floor in shame. He hated himself at this very moment. You grabbed a piece of your hair, getting ready to curl it when Bucky spoke again.

“I’ll do it.” he says and you look at him through the mirror. “I’ll curl your hair for you.”

You continue to stare at him before slowly handing the iron over. One less thing for you to do. “Don’t burn me.” you say.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile.


A/N: I’m sorry this part was shitty and short, I just wanted to post like I said I would, this is just a lil filler.

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for diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me

Genre: oneshot- idk. 

Pairing: Phan. (dan and phil in case you didnt know that already.)

AU: Highschool/sixth form. Whatever you prefer. 

Warnings: Swearing, underage ??, mentions to sex 

Summary: After two years of heartbreak, Dan ends up sleeping with Phil off a drunken decision, and old, unexpected feelings come back up. 

Author’s note: i am aware that this is really crap, but i am trying to improve, so please send me requests of prompts, hc’s, etc, because I will write them for you when I get the time. I’m kinda new to posting on tumblr sooooo. PLease keep this out of the main tags, (i.e danielhowell, danisnotonfire, amazingphil, philllester, etc) because i did not write this for them to see. If you are uncomfortable with mentions of gay sex/same sex relationships then im pulling a mannymua and telling you to please dont fucking read it. 


“Pretty pretty.” Phil kissed the dimple adorned on the boy’s cheeks, making them turn a deep crimson. It wasn’t often they could be alone, where it was just the two of them, and they could do whatever they wanted. Dan was completely content. He was wrapped in the arms of Phil Lester, the guy that he’d completely fallen for. And although they were only young, he could sense something really strong between them. 

Phil was warm, having his Adventure Time sweatshirt pulled over him, and a blanket draped over his legs. Dan rested comfortably between Phil's knees, back to his chest. The blanket, which they were sharing, was up to Dan’s chest, as he didn’t have a hoodie on. Phil’s arms crossed over Dan’s chest, with no plan of letting go. It was moments like these that Phil longed for. He couldn’t wait to have someone special to him, so they could be entertained just from the company of one another. And he finally had it. 

Dan couldn’t help but to think about how lucky he was in that moment. Normally, on Fridays, Phil would be off with friends, spending time with them, but due to a holiday trip, they weren't going to be doing anything all together this summer. Which meant Dan had Phil all to himself. 

Phil leaned down, pressing his lips to the skin poking out of Dan’s tee, and it may have been the cold, but Dan shivered under the touch. This was all new to him, he’d never been in a proper relationship before, or had anything romantically special with somebody before. So he was still growing accustomed to the constant affection, not that he didn’t like it, but everything was so new. 

Dan turned his head slightly, only to see Phil, resting his chin on his shoulder. Phil tilted his head to look at Dan, and they both smiled, bumping their noses together. 

It was Dan to finally close the gap, kissing Phil, just because he could. 

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CS FF: Dare to Love

Summary:  Emma and Killian play a married couples’ version of ‘Truth or Dare’, resulting in some very sexy and revealing moments between them.

Rating: M

Note: This was written for the CS Hiatus Challenge here on Tumblr.  The prompt was Truth or Dare.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Dare to Love: Part 1/1…

Emma settled next to Killian on the couch, her hand moving to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck.  

“So Henry is spending the whole weekend at Regina’s.  We have the entire house to ourselves for the first time in our six month old marriage.  Whatever should we do?” she whispered in his ear.

Killian felt his breath catch in his chest at the pure lust in his wife’s voice.  He lifted the remote and turned off the television.  He then turned to her, meeting her eyes.  His tongue darted out to lick at his lips and Emma felt herself begin to grow wet at the mere sight.

“Well, love, I believe I can think of a thing or two to occupy ourselves,” he said.

Emma smiled, arching an eyebrow.  “Care to make it interesting?”

“How so?”

“We play truth or dare,” she said.  

Killian’s brow creased. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that game.”

Emma shrugged.  “It’s exactly what it sounds like.  You can either choose truth or dare.  Truth means you have to answer any question truthfully.  Dare means you have to accept any challenge.”

Killian offered her a lopsided grin.  “Well, you know I love a challenge.”

Emma smiled.  “Great,” she said.  

She stood up and found her laptop.  In minutes, she had printed a sheet of truth questions and dare challenges designed specifically for married couples.  She figured this would make it more interesting than producing them themselves. Emma quickly cut them up into strips and then retreated to the kitchen to retrieve two bowls.  She returned to the living room and placed the bowls down on the table.  She put all of the truth strips in one and the dares in another.  

“All set,” she said, turning to her husband.

“Perhaps you should go first since I’ve never played this game before,” he suggested.

Emma nodded. “Okay,” she agreed.  “I choose truth,” she said and then pulled a strip out of the bowl.

Emma read the strip aloud. “What is the sweetest thing your spouse has ever done for you?”

Emma thought for a moment, her eyes flitting across Killian’s face.  “Hmm, this is hard.  You always do sweet things for me.”

Killian smiled and lifted his hand to caress her cheek.  “Get used to it, love.  There is a lifetime of sweet gestures in your future.”

A smile spread across her lips.  “Obviously, big gestures like trading your ship for me are incredibly sweet, but I think it’s the small, everyday things that mean the most to me.  I’d have to say all the times you brought me grilled cheese and onion rings.  You always know when I’m too busy or preoccupied to remember to eat.  The first time you did it showed me how much you truly cared.”

Killian shrugged.  “I also know how grumpy you get when you’re hungry.  It’s really for the protection of all.”

Emma laughed and gently swatted his arm.  “Your turn,” she said.

“Truth,” he said and pulled out a strip.  “What was your first impression of your spouse?” he read.

His eyes lifted to his wife’s and a slow grin appeared on his lips.

“Be nice,” she said with a chuckle.

He tilted his head to the side.  “So is this before or after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree?”

“Your call,” she replied with a shrug.  

He bobbed his head.  “Well, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the most beautiful lass in all the realms.”

Emma felt a blush creep into her cheeks.  

“And then after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree, I knew you were the strongest and bravest lass I’d ever met.  And I wanted nothing more than to get to know you.”

“And know me you did,” she said, bringing her hand to his and squeezing.  

She smiled and said, “My turn.  Dare.”

Killian waggled his eyebrows as she pulled out a slip.

“Kiss your favourite part of your spouse,” Emma read.

Killian grinned at her, as Emma’s gaze slowly perused her husband’s gorgeous figure.

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Dare to Love

Summary: Emma and Killian play a married couples’ version of ‘Truth or Dare’, resulting in some very sexy and revealing moments between them.

Word count: 5,937

Rating: M for smut and language


Emma settled next to Killian on the couch, her hand moving to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck.  

“So Henry is spending the whole weekend at Regina’s.  We have the entire house to ourselves for the first time in our six month old marriage.  Whatever should we do?” she whispered in his ear.

 

Killian felt his breath catch in his chest at the pure lust in his wife’s voice.  He lifted the remote and turned off the television.  He then turned to her, meeting her eyes.  His tongue darted out to lick at his lips and Emma felt herself begin to grow wet at the mere sight.

 

“Well, love, I believe I can think of a thing or two to occupy ourselves,” he said.

 

Emma smiled, arching an eyebrow.  “Care to make it interesting?”

 

“How so?”

 

“We play truth or dare,” she said.  

 

Killian’s brow creased. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that game.”

 

Emma shrugged.  “It’s exactly what it sounds like.  You can either choose truth or dare.  Truth means you have to answer any question truthfully.  Dare means you have to accept any challenge.”

 

Killian offered her a lopsided grin.  “Well, you know I love a challenge.”

 

Emma smiled.  “Great,” she said.  

 

She stood up and found her laptop.  In minutes, she had printed a sheet of truth questions and dare challenges designed specifically for married couples.  She figured this would make it more interesting than producing them themselves. Emma quickly cut them up into strips and then retreated to the kitchen to retrieve two bowls.  She returned to the living room and placed the bowls down on the table.  She put all of the truth strips in one and the dares in another.  

 

“All set,” she said, turning to her husband.

 

“Perhaps you should go first since I’ve never played this game before,” he suggested.

 

Emma nodded. “Okay,” she agreed.  “I choose truth,” she said and then pulled a strip out of the bowl.

 

Emma read the strip aloud. “What is the sweetest thing your spouse has ever done for you?”

 

Emma thought for a moment, her eyes flitting across Killian’s face.  “Hmm, this is hard.  You always do sweet things for me.”

 

Killian smiled and lifted his hand to caress her cheek.  “Get used to it, love.  There is a lifetime of sweet gestures in your future.”

 

A smile spread across her lips.  “Obviously, big gestures like trading your ship for me are incredibly sweet, but I think it’s the small, everyday things that mean the most to me.  I’d have to say all the times you brought me grilled cheese and onion rings.  You always know when I’m too busy or preoccupied to remember to eat.  The first time you did it showed me how much you truly cared.”

 

Killian shrugged.  “I also know how grumpy you get when you’re hungry.  It’s really for the protection of all.”

 

Emma laughed and gently swatted his arm.  “Your turn,” she said.

 

“Truth,” he said and pulled out a strip.  “What was your first impression of your spouse?” he read.

 

His eyes lifted to his wife’s and a slow grin appeared on his lips.

 

“Be nice,” she said with a chuckle.

 

He tilted his head to the side.  “So is this before or after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree?”

 

“Your call,” she replied with a shrug.  

 

He bobbed his head.  “Well, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the most beautiful lass in all the realms.”

 

Emma felt a blush creep into her cheeks.  

 

“And then after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree, I knew you were the strongest and bravest lass I’d ever met.  And I wanted nothing more than to get to know you.”

 

“And know me you did,” she said, bringing her hand to his and squeezing.  

She smiled and said, “My turn.  Dare.”

 

Killian waggled his eyebrows as she pulled out a slip.

 

“Kiss your favourite part of your spouse,” Emma read.

 

Killian grinned at her, as Emma’s gaze slowly perused her husband’s gorgeous figure.

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House of Cards: An Ace (M)

word count: 4.8k

genre: super angst + references to smut; non-idol AU ; set in i need u + run mv universe, references to other mvs

pairing: ot7/reader (includes all pairings but enforced yoonseok, vhope, jikook, yoontaeseok, sugamon, yoonmin, jinkookmin)

summary: all eight of you were just trying to live life, go with the flow. unfortunately, fate had much more awful plans for you all.

warning(s): lots of angst, plenty of major character death, suicide, self-harm, depressing thoughts, cursing, sex (straight and gay), murder, violence, eating disorders, codependency, drugs, smoking, verbal, physical and mental abuse, sexual situations, use of the word slut and whore (both used only once), promiscuity, mentions of being arrested

a/n: this is suuuuper angsty so please read the warnings beforehand because it has a million things that could trigger someone. this was inspired by the song listed, along with a video edit that i’d love to link but unfortunately, the one link i had seen it from was a repost with no luck in finding it so if anyone recognizes the edit to go with the song, please let me know!

music: dynasty - miia

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We We’re ‘Studying’

Title: We were ‘Studying’

Originally posted by evieshook

Author: Gráinne x

Pairing: Harry Hook x Evie

Request: Harry and Evie studying but not really.

A/N: Honestly I had no idea where this was going to go… I don’t even know what to classify it as… half fluff half almost smut. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. This was a fave to write. Thank you Anon. Let me know what you guys think?

Much Love G xx ❤️


Evie gasped at the cold sensation of Harry’s hook caressing her neck.
“Harry”
“Yes love?” Harry smirked
“Stop it you asked me to help you and I’m trying to but…”
“But?”

 
Evie rolled over off her bed and onto her feet. Hands on her hips trying and failing miserably to give Harry the death glare.
“Not gunna work on me love”
“Practically invented tha ma self” Harry grinned cheekily at her.

 
Evie grabbed the books off the bed and placed them on her desk.
“Well that’s enough for today. Can you close the door on the way out please” Evie pressed as she made herself look busy.

 
Harry’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, he didn’t mean to upset Evie but it would appear he did.
“Evie?”
“Don’t Harry I’m not playing this game with you anymore”


Rolling off the bed Harry stood up leaving his hook on the bed and walked carefully towards Evie, when he reached her he grasped her shoulder and turned her to face him. Evie felt his presence the moment he reached her, it was like she was drawn to it because no matter where he was she can always sense roughly how close he was.


Evie tried to stop Harry from turning her round, fearing he’d see the blush that spread across her cheeks from the moment not too long ago on the bed. However, Harry was stronger than Evie and managed to get her to face him.

“Love? I didn’t mean ta upset ya?”
“You didn’t I’m fine” Evie whispered trying to conceal her red face
“Are you embarrassed?” Harry teased gripping her chin and urging her to look at him.
“No I just can’t play this game with you anymore. It hurts”
“What game? I’m not playin a game?” Harry murmured confused.

Evie groaned pushing Harry back to gain some space, the smell of him was intoxicating, he smelt of sea, sand and woodchips.
“This thing you do every time we’re together in public or alone, you’re playing with something that means a lot to me.”

Harry growled frustrated she wasn’t getting it.
“This thing is nat a game Evie, ya talking about your heart well guess what ye have had mine since ye brought me here.”


Evie stood still, mouth open and closing as Harry just spilled everything.
Having enough of her staring at him like a silly fish Harry grasped her face in his hands and kissed her.

 
Taken back by what was happening it took Evie a good few seconds to catch up not that she’d admit it. It started off a small kiss but grew more intense. Harry lead Evie backwards not once breaking the kiss as she bumped into the desk. Reaching down Harry hoisted Evie up and placed her down on the desk, spreading her legs to stand in between. Their kiss slowing down as they broke apart to breathe, albite heavy from the intensity of the kiss.

 
Harry held Evie’s face in his hands, caressing the fallen stray hair from her face. This gave Evie a better angle to start taking off Harry’s clothes. Jacket first she slowly reached up sliding the jacket over his taught muscles and off completely dropping it to the floor with a slight thud. She reached up to tug at his shirt but his hands grasped hers, glancing up Evie noticed a pink blush formed across Harry’s neck and cheeks.
“I want ta make sure you want this too?”

Evie smiled and lead his hands to the back of her dress letting him make the decision to pull the zipper or not. Harry grinned and pulled the zipper down, bringing his lips back to meet hers again, softly at first and then more intensely as he parted her sweet cherry lips with his own sending wild tremors coursing through her veins as he began to remove her dress.

BANG

 
The loud bang broke Harry and Evie from each other as they looked towards the sound of interruption. Harry noticed them first because Evie was still sat on the desk back facing the door.
Mal, Carlos, Ben and Jay all stood mouths open wide gawping at the half naked pair in Evie’s room. 
Evie blushed profusely at being caught half naked, Harry noticed her discomfort and went round the table to block the others from her view.

 
“Well this is a sudden change” Mal snickered
“We were studying” Evie protested as she got her dress on and came back into view.
“Yea each other’s mouths” Carlos mocked
“Careful lad I’ll hook ye” Harry warned, gripping the zipper on Evie’s dress and pulling it back up again for her.


Evie shivered at Harry’s touch as he pulled the zipper back up on her dress. A pink blush spread across her cheeks as she realised he was trying to protect her from the discomfort of being seen and caught naked… half naked still all the same.

 
“Well if you two are done studying each other’s anatomy mind helping us with a problem?” Mal teased.

Harry glanced down at Evie and nodded grabbing his jacket from the floor and hook from the bed.
“Wha are we waitin for?” he hollered.

Evie grinned as she followed after the group, grasping Mal’s open hand and walking out together.
“Studying my ass” she winked.

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It's Called Perspective

Clearing out my works in progress or trying to anyway! This was an attempt at answering a prompt from a while back. The prompt became something else, but I still loved this. I hope you do too.


“You’re in love with her.”

Mizuiro sips his latte after the world-changing statement, and Ichigo feels like he’s swallowed a tablespoon of glue.

He tries to settle on a proper response but the words abandon him. All he can do is watch Mizuiro go on as he’s wont to do; tapping out text messages and scanning the room for beauties, unconcerned that he’s obliterated their lunch with an atomic bomb.

Even though Ichigo is wordless, he knows one thing. He is not in love with Rukia Kuchiki.

The mere notion makes his palms damp and his heart could pound right out of his chest. She isn’t even alive. Mizuiro’s not privy to that fact, but honestly, it’s beside the point.

Ichigo has better things to do than fall in love. Monsters lay claim to his life after school and dinner. His main priority is to keep breathing.

He stares at the seven items on the menu, and Mizuiro finishes his cup.

“At least you aren’t denying it.” Mizuiro has always had a smug way of putting things, especially the kinds of things that send Karakura High into a tizzy.

Mizuiro sets the cup down and Ichigo folds the menu and tucks it under a napkin. He leans in close so that Mizuiro is unable to make any mistake about how annoyed he’s become.

“It’s too ridiculous to waste time denying. Come on, man.”

“Whatever you say.”

Mizuiro gestures a zipper crossing his lips, and winks the waitress over to their table. He orders a sandwich and Ichigo downs his third glass of water. The tops of Ichigo’s ears burn and he can’t stop rubbing his sweaty hands along his thighs.

A few more minutes go by, heavy with silence.

“So…” Mizuiro plants his elbows on the table and twiddles his thumbs.

“What makes you even think that anyway?”

Ichigo resurrects the conversation, looking around to make sure no one registered his harsh whispering.

“Uh, well… you two are always together.”

“She’s a new student!”

“You aren’t that nice.”

“I’m plenty nice. I hang out with you, don’t I?”

More silence.

Mizuiro’s sandwich arrives. Ichigo finally orders something.

“That’s not enough reason to accuse me of being in love with her. You know that, right?”

“It’s an observation, Ichigo, not an accusation. You make it sound like a crime or something.”

Ichigo sticks his bottom lip out and the merry way Mizuiro goes on eating makes him lose his words again.

“She’s cute though. Beautiful, really, and she carries herself like an older lady but in a regal way. Some guy is going to scoop her up while you’re dragging your feet.”

Ichigo scoffs and steals a chip from Mizuiro’s plate.

“I don’t know if any of the guys at our school could handle Rukia.”

“Not like you, right?”

“Exactly.”

Three syllables trip out of Ichigo’s mouth before he knows it. Mizuiro can’t stop his face from twisting, and the glint of mischief is in his eyes. Ichigo isn’t stupid, but the day he outsmarts him is a day that will never come.

“Shut up,” Ichigo says, surrendering.

The waitress comes back with his food. They eat together and Mizuiro’s phone beeps and beeps until it hums after he sets it to vibrate.

“You’re so busy poking around in my love life when yours is as lively as ever.”

“Don’t change the subject, Ichigo. So tell me. How long have you been handling Miss Kuchiki?”

“It’s not like that,” Ichigo says, pushing his food into his cheek. “If I’m honest, Rukia can’t be handled. She’s strong. Really strong. She demands respect and I don’t know, that makes her really different from the other girls at school.”

Mizuiro’s heart sinks a little as his phone continues to quirk in his pocket. He wouldn’t classify any of the women in his life as strong. They need things; to possess him, to make him feel like an inconvenience.

The topic changes to classes and other people in their classes until their plates are clean. Mizuiro pays, feeling like he gave Ichigo a hard time, and their paths wind in separate ways until next time.

The walk home feels like miles as Ichigo turns the day over in his head. A hollow howls in the distance, jerking him out his reverie. His head turns in every direction. An elementary school is nearby and he’s stuck in flesh and bones that can only accomplish so much.

“Ichigo!”

Rukia is on the rooftop of a building she has no business being and she dives from it, nearly giving Ichigo a heart attack. He holds out his arms to catch her, and her palm crashes into his chest.

“Damn it, Rukia! You could have gotten seriously hurt.”

Rukia rolls her eyes and figures out a plan for his body. She tosses the soul pager at him and he reads the hollow’s location.

“Go on ahead. I’ll catch up.”

She’s already lugging his body away into the denseness of trees. Ichigo shakes his head.

“She’s strong. Really strong.”

He takes off toward the hollow, but loses its trail. The soul pager beeps incessantly and a giant, clawed hand slams into him out of what seems like thin air. He barely has time to block with his sword. The awkward way he holds it helps the hollow overpower him and his feet sink into the concrete. There is no time to conjure a better defense.

Hado 33! Sokatsui!”

A blinding stream of energy zaps the hollow in the center of its forehead and it disintegrates. Rukia jumps from a streetlight, shaking her head.

“That was pitiful, Ichigo.”

“I know, right?”

He falls back onto the ground and laughs at himself, the chat with Mizuiro still ringing in his ears.

“Yep. No man can handle you.”

Rukia doesn’t even want to know what he’s babbling about. A new order lights up the pager, and he holds it above his head.

“Guess I’ll rest later. We got another one.”

She hops onto his back as they speed off to find their prey.

What if love isn’t sharing milkshakes or babbling on the phone into the dead hours of night?

It may just be protecting this backwater town with a petite shinigami on borrowed time that’s fastly running out.

Give Myself To You || Brooklyn Beckham

So, this imagine on request was a bit awkward to write because it’s basicslly my first smut imagine 😅 Though, I hope you still like it 😘

Song to listen while reading: American Oxygen - Rihanna (the song theme has probably nothing to do with this imagine. But I kostende to it while I wrote this)

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“You know,” began Brooklyn softly. I lifted my head up from his chest so I could look at him. “I’m very lucky to have you as my girl.”

A little blissful smile creeped on my face when I heard the words coming out of his mouth. “Ahw, baby. I’m lucky to have you as my boyfriend,” I smiled, all softened up.

Brooklyn leaned forward, placing his hand on my cheek and kissing me gently. I shove a bit up and kissed him back loving.

“Hmm, I love you, baby,” Brooklyn whispered in between two kisses.

I smiled through the kiss. “I love you too, Brook.”

Brooklyn changed his position so he laid on his back on the couch and pulled me with him so I laid on top of him. He placed his hands on my lower back and played with the hem of my t-shirt while I let my hands play with the roots in his neck. His hands slipped under my shirt and singlet, something what gave my pleasant shivers. I let my lips stray off to his jawline and kissed my way to his sweet spot right under his ear. I sucked lightly on the sensitive skin and a soft moan left Brooklyn’s mouth. I placed my legs on each side of his silks so I sat on his lower stomach. I moved a little and began to move my hips against him so moans left his mouth. My lips let go of the now purple skin under his ear and I kissed my way to his collar bone to suck at his skin again, leaving a huge hickey. Meanwhile, Brooklyn’s hands moved to my bum. He let his fingers slide a bit under the rim of my jeans and pierced his nails softly into my skin when I sucked a little harder on his collarbone.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I mumbled when I let go of his skin. I felt his swollen cock through his pants. I let my fingers slide softly over the hickey on his collarbone and Brooklyn shivered.

He picked me up in bridal style and carried me upstairs. Once we were in my room, Brooklyn carefully laid me down on my bed and came hanging above me. He copied my thing from a few minutes ago and let his lips slide down to my collar bone to leave a hickey.

“Everybody now knows that you’re mine, babe,” he whispered against my skin. His lips slide a bit further to the rim of my t-shirt. He began sucking at the skin of the scale of my breasts until there was a purple spot. Soft moans left my mouth and the desire to Brooklyn’s touches began to grow even more. My hands slid down to the hem of his t-shirt and I slightly tugged at it, somewhat impatient.

Brooklyn immediately understood my hint and took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He leaned toward me again and pressed his lips on mine, a little rougher than before. He rolled us over so I laid on top of him. I took my chance, grabbed the hem of my shirt and took the think off so I sat there in only my top still on. Now that I sat straight on Brooklyn’s lower stomach, he let his fingers slide to my side and slipped them under my top.

“You don’t have to do this, babe,” he mumbled softly and pushed himself a bit up with his elbows. I slowly went off his stomach so he could sit straight against the headboard of my bed.

“I know,” I mumbled back and looked at my hands.

“We can stop and cuddle for now,” smiled Brooklyn. He leaned toward me and kissed me softly.

I began thinking. We were together for two and a half years now and seventeen years old. I let him wait too often because I wasn’t ready and he always stood behind me and my choices and didn’t mind to wait, ever.

I shook my head. “No, it’s okay. I’ve let you wait for so long and I’m ready now,” I said resolutely.

Brooklyn’s eyes widened a bit. “Babe, are you sure? We can stop now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop if we go any further, you know that.” A worried look, mixed with a little excitement, appeared in his eyes.

“I know,” I smiled while I kissed his lips softly, “and I’m ready.” By those words, I took off my top and crawled a little closer to him. Brooklyn wrapped his arms around my waist while I took place at his lap and placed my cold hands on his chest.  He shivered slightly and I chuckled. “Sorry.”

 

“It’s okay, baby,” he smiled against my lips. He kissed me again and I let my hands go down to the border of his pants. I unbuttoned them and unzipped the zipper. I pressed my lips in his neck again and his hands cupped my bum. He slowly pushed me on my back against the mattress, kissed my lips and kissed his way down to the scale of my breasts, toward my belly and the border of my skinny jeans. Brooklyn softly let his tongue slide over my lower stomach and a moan left my mouth while I began to move my hips. He gently unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and softly pulled them down so I now laid in only my bra and women boxers. He pressed soft kisses on my thighs and kissed his way back up. His tongue slid in my mouth and began pulling at his jeans until he finally took them off himself. I swallowed when I saw the huge bulge in his boxers.

“Hey, you okay?” Brooklyn looked at me worriedly. “We still can stop, right. Just say it if you’re not ready yet.”

“No, it’s okay,” I said resolutely, “we don’t have to stop. It’s just…” I closed my eyes for a moment and felt all the nerves flood through my veins. “I’m gonna lose my virginity on you, Brooklyn.”

“Hey, you don’t have to, okay.” Brooklyn placed his hand on my cheek and softly rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

“No, that’s not the real problem. I want you to be my first,” I smiled nervously.

“Then what’s the problem, you can tell me, baby. You know that.”

“I’m scared. What if it’s gonna hurt like crazy, or what if I’m doing something wrong and hurt you?” I didn’t even dare to look at him.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, babe. And you just have to stay calm, then it won’t hurt.” Brooklyn smiled a reassuring smile at me.

“I trust you,” I smiled back.

“And you know,” he began, “you’re my first one too.” I smiled again and softly pulled him on his neck toward me so I could kiss him. His hands slid to my back and clicked my bra open with some effort. He carefully let the straps slide off my shoulders and threw the thing next to the bed. He also pulled off my boxers. Every time Brooklyn looked at me, asking for permission. While he softly kissed me he let his hand slip between us.

“You okay with this?” he mumbled softly against my lips, even though he clearly knew the answer. I nodded smiling and he carefully rubbed his thumb over my clit. Soft moans let my mouth and I felt myself getting wetter with every second.

“Brooklyn,” I moaned. The moans began to be louder and louder, just like Brooklyn’s movements. He slowly let one finger slip in while he still kissed me. I moved my hips upwards toward his hand, begging him for more. Brooklyn let his lips go down to my breasts, closed his lips around my nipple and sucked lightly. His free hand cupped my other breast and began to softly massage it. His movements began to be rougher and the tense in my body began to mount. Loud moans left my mouth. I felt my body clench and short after that I released my juices on Brooklyn’s fingers while my orgasm raged through my body.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered and pressed a kiss on Brooklyn’s lips. A little smile appeared on his face and looked somewhat hopeful at me. “Ehm, Brook…”

“What’s wrong, babe?” Brooklyn immediatly fell back in his worried mode, what made me smile slightly.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” I said, smiling. And before he could say anything, I wrapped my hands around his hardened cock and began to move them up and down. A moan left his mouth and he clearly didn’t see this one coming. I softly rubbed my thumb over the red tip until he declared that he was almost coming. I quickly let go of him and Brooklyn looked at me, disappointed.

“But I’ve let you come,” he mumbled while he grabbed a condom from my nightstand.

“I know, but guys can barely come a second time, though.” I winked at him and took the condom out of his hands. “Here, let me do it,” I smirked and carefully wrapped the condom around his dick. After, I pulled him on top of me and smiled again.

“Are you sure you still want this?” Brooklyn asked with a slight sparkle in his eyes.

I nodded. “I’m even more than sure. I want you to be my first, Brooklyn. I’m pretty serious about this. I love you and I want you to know that.”

“I love you too, baby. And I always will be loving you,” he whispered and carefully pushed himself in me.

A strong twinge went through me while Brooklyn kept pushing softly, not noticing anything. A painful moan left my mouth and tears burned in my eyes. Brooklyn immediately stopped moving.

“Babe, let’s stop. We’ll do it another time, I can wait,” he spoke, “I don’t want to hurt you. I cannot do this if it’ll hurt you.”

“Babe, it’ll hurt anyways. Just do it, it’ll get better. Just keep moving so I can get used to it,” I mumbled. It still burned down there because of the fact Brooklyn was still in me.

“Okay.”

Brooklyn began to move again and I felt how the pain declined. Brooklyn seemed to notice too, he began to speed up the pace while hoarse moans left his mouth.

“God, babe. You feel so good around me,” he groaned in my ear. A layer of sweat got on his forehead and I softly let my fingers slide over his forehead, toward his lips. Softly he kissed my fingertips and brought his hand between us again. He softly began to rub my clit, something which only caused me to be wetter.

“I’m close,” I moaned softly in his ear.

“Me too, babe. Just hold on for a few seconds.” Brooklyn began to trust even faster and sloppier. “Okay, ready?” he groaned. I nodded. My whole body began to tense up and for the second time tonight, my orgasm raged through my body. Brooklyn trusted a bit faster and let himself release in the condom whereupon he slid out of me.

“You still okay?” he asked me, smiling while he rolled off me and threw the condom in the trash can. He crawled back in bed and pulled me close to him.

I nodded. “Yes. You’re amazing, baby.”

“I love you.”

Chris&Eva #15

This was requested. "Am I allowed to eat pizza in this dress or do I need to take this off?“

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Another party, another make out session in the darkest part of the room, another attempt at pretending that these kisses meant nothing, but this time they didn’t pull apart as soon as the party ended, this time their kisses continued in the backseat of the cab all the way to Eva’s house, Eva felt like she was floating, like she was there, but at the same time she was somewhere else. His lips full and soft, his hands warm on her back, in her hair, stroking her face and then she felt her stomach grumble, they pulled apart, Eva’s eyes wide, she felt her cheeks getting warmer. There was a moment of silence and then Chris laughed and Eva laughed with him.

"I guess it’s time for midnight snack?” Chris asked, his eyes were full of warmth, there wasn’t any trace of his usual flirtiness, small smile played on his lips.
“I think it’s way past midnight,"Eva replied, taking out phone of her coats pocket,"Yes, it’s 2AM. I don’t think there is anything edible in my fridge, since I am not much of a cook,” Eva felt embarrassed telling him that, she was 17 years old and she couldn’t even make herself with a decent omlet, she either burned it or put too much salt in it.
“Takeout it is then,” he said with a laugh, taking out his phone and dialing a number “ Hello, we would like to order two pizzas. Toppings?” He turned questioningly to Eva.
“Pepperoni, cheddar, mushrooms, paprika, ” she said, took off her boots, and went into the kitchen to make both of them two cups of hot cocoa. This all felt very new, strange and… exciting? This was the first time that he was in her house, if they left party together it , they always went to Chris’s apartment, that he lived in after William left for London, precisely to his bedroom, had sex, and Eva left before Chris had the chance to wake up.Last thing she wanted was awkwardness that would follow after they woke up. Now, however, he had ordered pizza and she had made two cups of hot steaming cocoa for them to drink. She came into living room and saw Chris watching and episode of Game of Thrones.

“I made us both hot cocoa,” she said, handing him the mug.
“What? No marshmallows?” Chris asked, with a raised eyebrow.
Eva lightly hit the back of his head and sat on the armchair placing her feet on the coffe table, “I don’t put marshmallows in my cocao,"Eva replied with a shrug.
"You’re kidding right? Hot cocoa without marshmellows, that’s just sacrilege !” He exclaimed, in mock horror, placing his hand over his heart. So dramatic. So adorable
Just as Eva was about to deliver a witty comeback,  when the doorbell rang and Chris jumped to his feet and said that he was going to get it. Eva tried to relax and think about it as two friends hanging out, but obviously that wasn’t the case, yes, they were friendly to each other in school, but after he graduated and they only met in random parties, it wasn’t just friendly interactions.  It started with few drunken kisses and few parties later Eva was sneaking out of Chris’s apartment at 4 AM.
Chris came into the living room carrying two boxes of pizza, Eva could smell the divine scent of melted cheese from accross the room and her stomach grumbled approvingly. As soon as Chris placed both pizza boxes on coffee table, Eva snatched her’s and opened it greedily. She heard Chris laugh, but she was so hungry, that she didn’t care.
From the corner of her eye, Eva noticed Chris placing box on his lap  and taking out a massive slice of pizza out, tomato sauce was dripping down on the box and Eva almost yelled when one of the drops almost landed on her mother’s expensive couch.

“If a one drop of sauce lands on this couch, you are going to be the one to clean it up, Schistad,” Eva warned him, there was no way she was going to clean up after him.
“Don’t worry, Mohn. I always clean up the messes I make,” he said, giving her a  cocky smirk. A memory of one of the nights they shared together flashed through Eva’s mind, her hands gripping his hair and guiding him lower, him spreading her legs apart, their heavy breaths, purple bruises on her hipbones and other… more intimate places as well. She felt a heat in her core, if that’s how he wanted to play it, so be it.
She stood and came over to where he was sitting, leaned in, so that he had a great view of her breast and softly whispered, “Am I allowed to eat pizza in this dress or do I need to take this off?” She felt him go stiff and his hands reach of her, but she pulled away before  they could reach her, “I will take that as a no, so I will go change,” and with that said, she walked out of the living room.
She was about to unzip the dress, when she felt one hand on her waist and other pulling down the zipper. His soft lips were gently kissing her neck and automaticaly her hand was in his hair , pulling him closer. Fuck, it felt so good.
“The pizza will get cold,” Eva muttered.

“Let it, it’s not the pizza I am craving at the moment,” he murmured, his hands pulling her dress down. It was early in the morning and Chris’s hot breath tickled Eva’s neck,  one of his hands wraped around her waist, this was usually the moment when she would leave, but this was her house, so she didn’t have to. She knew that she should probably wake Chris up and make him leave, but he looked so calm and somehow younger, more innocent, that she decided that one night  sharing the same bed wouldn’t change anything.  At least she hoped that  it wouldn’t.

5

This was honestly the BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!! So I won a contest to meet and have dinner with Melanie Scrofano and Emily Andras, and tbh it was a dream come true. They are literally the most down to earth, REAL, genuine, kindhearted people in the world, and you don’t get that when you’re in the industry, BUT THEY ARE ALL OF THAT AND MORE. Melanie is truly such a cool person, she is Wynonna Earp LOL she’s so funny.

We’re both indecisive has hell, so I told her that she could order for me, and she was like okay, but he pressure was on LOL it was so cute. And she was so nice about it, she was like “if you don’t like what I ordered you, we can trade and you can have mine!!” 😭😭😭 but I wanted HER to have what she wanted, so I told her if she liked what I had more, we could trade. So we basically ended up SHARING 😭😍 she cut me pieces of hers for me and everything, like YES I SHARED DINNER WITH MELANIE SCROFANO HOW AM I EVEN ALIVE?!?! And we were in conversation that led to Shirley Temples (my name is Shirley) and I was like “I love Shirley Temples” and Mel said “Of course you do ;) why don’t we get some?!” And she proceeded to call the waitress over and order us Shirley Temples, which she was very excited about LOL ISNT SHE THE CUTEST?!

The conversation flowed SO easily. Emily is hilarious LOL we talked about Wynonna Earp, and I mentioned how amazing WayHaught was after the shit we went through with Lexa dying, and Emily was genuinely upset over the tropes and thought it was ridiculous; I can assure you that we are in safe hands, my WayHaught friends.

We honestly talked about everything and it was amazing. There was talks about behind the scenes stuff on Wynonna Earp and now I have to rewatch the entire season with all the info I know now LOL (which I will gladly do). And things they told me that I don’t think I can reveal LOL but damn. We also talked about Wynonna in the red dress, and I died LOL she said it was impossible to get into, but I told her she looked good af 😳😂 and also, that Mel got to keep the red dress, and she has it in her closet at home right now!!!

It was just such an amazing experience, and it felt like just a group of friends hanging out getting dinner. We were there for like 3+ hours, and with Melanie sitting right in front of me the whole time I couldn’t help but stare LOL she’s more beautiful in person omg 😍 Emily was so sad that she won’t be attending San Diego Comic Con this year because she has a wedding to go to and Mel was being so cute trying to pursue Emily to choose SDCC over the wedding (and Emily wish she could)

It was such an amazing, once in a lifetime experience that I can’t even put everything into words or in this text post. They’re such good people, and UGH I can’t even explain it. And they’re both hilarious LOL like Melanie is SOOOO funny, we spent most of our night laughing and it was incredible.

They’re such a tight knit cast and they all genuinely love each other. They’re practically all best friends. We talked about Kat and Dom as well, and it’s just love all around. Also, Melanie refers to Dom as her sis, so kill me now. She also did a British accent and I died again LOL.

I am grateful and blessed to have had this opportunity, and I will remember it and cherish it for the rest of my life. ❤️


Ps. Melanie “took” a plate for me. 😂😂😂😂😂 hence Emily’s tweet saying “casual thievery” LOL

Pps. I ASKED MELANIE WHEN HER BIRTHDAY WAS BUT SHE DID THE ZIPPER TO HER LIP THING LOL sorry guys, I tried LOL