#angus thongs and perfect snogging

[hyyhlizzie]

someone pls free this man i need him

[gingerteafairy]

𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐤𝐢 – 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

Dave would have nearly all the love languages, but these two fit him best. As Kick-Ass, he would go out of his way to solve conflicts in your life, often being a bit nosy. If he found out someone made you cry, that person could expect a serious conversation (a real talk—he couldn’t actually fight them). He loves hugs and never misses the chance, even when you’re busy. He adores studying and gaming with you on his lap. "Would you mind sitting on my lap? It's for my exam. Really important, okay?" #1 PDA king.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐢 𝐯𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲 – 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

Alexei would be the biggest fan of long night walks and picnics, where he could admire you and take in every detail of your world, from the sound of your laugh to the subtle way your breath deepens when he gets too close. If the conversation faded, he’d simply trace his fingers over your face, memorizing the texture of your skin and every hair in your brows, cherishing even the tiny imperfections you hated. "If you ever change, i fear that stars will fall with me to the ground. you're perfect this way."

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞 – 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

He loves holding hands and kissing, yet he’s not a fan of being overly clingy and prefers other ways to show affection. He’d write songs for you, teach you how to play bass, and share headphones with you. He’d love when you visited the shop but wouldn’t let you help with the heavy work—he didn’t want you to get overworked. "You can help the cashier. You're good with numbers, right? Always thought you were smarter than me."

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐫 – 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

Tom is used to being praised, he loves having his ego stroked. This carries over into how he handles romance, where he’s quick to compliment you without overthinking it. “That’s really good, you’ve got talent.” “You look great today—did you do something with your hair?” Random gifts? Absolutely. Part of it is because he had the money and liked showing off, but deep down, it was because he loved seeing your surprised smile. “This? Oh, just bought it on sale.” (5K dollar jacket.)

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 – 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Pietro is impulsive—his actions tend to come before he fully thinks things through. If someone upset you or made you insecure, even if it was in the past, he’d probably end up in a scuffle. Too tired to go grocery shopping? In a flash, he’d grab everything you need. Forgot to thaw the meat for dinner? No problem, he’d use physics to handle it in no time. "You saw that? Only for you, baby."

𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Because his job is so unpredictable, Tangerine prefers to show affection when he’s with you. He’d sit you on his lap and listen to you talk about what happened while he was gone. It was his way of forgetting all the work chaos and focusing on how normal life could still be. He even taught you how to trim his mustache just to have you close. And of course, he’d always compliment your talents, beauty, and everything you did—with that signature dirty mouth of his. “Shit, darlin'. You’re so fucking good for me. love ya."

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[pretty-little-mind33]

Robbie Jennings x fem!reader

Summary: You have the most embarrassing crush on your brother's friend.

Genre: Fluff <3

Warnings: both Robbie and reader are minors (15/16), no warnings except a reminder of soul-crushing crushes we all had in middle school lol

~ hope you like this 🫀anon! ~

When Robbie invited you over to his mother's shop for a study session, you had almost declined.

He had work and you didn't want to bother him, but when he'd overheard you complaining to your friends about not understanding your math test, he'd still offered. 

Afterall, in his words, "how could he let his friend's little sister fail a subject he can easily help her with?" and you were speechless. He'd left you in the hall with a wink and a familiar sinking in your stomach. 

So you didn't decline and now you find yourself sitting on a stool beside him, your math book open, tapping your pencil on the paper absentmindedly, as Robbie checks out Lindsay Marlings's assortment of fruits. 

"Are you tutoring now, Robbie?" Lindsay asks, her tone lightheartedly hostile as she leans her chin on her hand and he bags her apples. You try your hardest to focus on the numbers, ignoring how warm your cheeks have become. This feels humiliating. 

Robbie hums, looking your way as he nods. "Math help. Y'know I'm good at it," he quips, smiling at Lindsay and hands her the bag. "See you Monday," he says, successfully ending the conversation.

Lindsay huffs but leaves anyway and then Robbie's attention is on you again. "How's it going?" he asks, looking over your shoulder as you do your homework. You shift, moving your pencil so he can see and hold your breath.

You want to impress him. Robbie's arm reaches over your shoulder as he points to an equation. "This one's wrong," he says calmly. 

"It is?" you whisper, tensing up. God, this stupid crush is killing you.

Robbie nods and holds out his palm and you stare at it for a moment. His hands are as gorgeous as the rest of him. "Pencil?" he laughs, opening and closing his hand. You startle and hand him the pencil. 

You watch as he changes up the equation and you realize this was a stupid idea. You can't concentrate on math when he's standing so close to you. Robbie hands you the pencil again after having corrected your equation and then looks at you. He pauses, opening his mouth to say something when the words die in his throat and he ends up just staring into your wide eyes. You blink.

Has his eyes always been this blue?  

"Excuse me, love." You both hear the sweet voice of Mrs. Smith, your elderly neighbor and one of the shop's regulars. She's with her husband and she places her small basket of vegetables on the counter. 

Robbie jumps, tearing his eyes from you. He quickly recovers and moves away from you. "Hi, Mrs. Smith," he grins and begins to help her. You turn to your notebook again, chewing on your lip. 

"Hello, Miss Y/n," Mr. Smith tilts his cap as Mrs. Smith makes a comment on how Robbie looks more handsome every day she sees him. She almost reaches out to pinch his cheeks but stops herself at the last moment when you answer her husband.  

"Hello, Mr. Smith," you wave shyly. 

Mr. and Mrs. Smith exchange glances between you and Robbie and then Mrs. Smith nudges her husband. "What I wouldn't give to experience young love again, Tom," she laughs.

Robbie almost drops the squash he's packing up when he hears this as he clears his throat. His cheeks are dusted pink.

"Oh, we aren't—" you quickly explain.

Robbie interrupts you, "Here you go. That'll be six pounds." 

Mr. Smith sends Robbie a knowing look but hands him the money in silence. Mrs. Smith giggles and links arms with her husband as he grabs the groceries. "Don't work yourselves too hard, loves," she says, looking at your notebook, and sends you a kind smile. You nod, a little stunned from the entire interaction.

After they leave, you finish your work in silence as Robbie counts the money. 

* * * 

"Well, this is me," you pause, "thanks," you say as Robbie hands you your backpack and you hold it near your knees. You're standing outside your gate, heels rocking nervously. Robbie looks just as nervous as he rubs his nape and looks around, sending you a lopsided grin. 

"I hope I helped," he says. 

"You did! Very much so!" you exclaim, a little too enthusiastic and you instantly want to crawl into a hole and disappear. 

Robbie laughs, seemingly charmed. "Good."

He looks behind him and he almost looks like he wants to ask something but he doesn't. "Tell your bruv I say hi, yeah?" he says and then turns to leave. 

Your mind acts on autopilot as you panic. You don't want him to leave! You grab his sleeve and then your words become stuck in your throat when he turns around and your eyes go round. 

"Are you okay?" Robbie asks, eyebrows pinched with concern. 

You nod and then the word vomit begins. "I- would you like to hang out outside of school sometime? I- I know this really yummy fish and chips place near the—" you pause, remembering the look Lindsay had given you and all your insecurities jump out. "Sorry, this is so stupid," you whisper, moving to pull away from him. 

"Hey, wait." Robbie grabs your sleeve this time and tugs you closer. He steadies you with a hand on your arm. He cracks a smile, looking you over. "You're the first girl who's been the one to ask me out, y'know," he says. 

"I didn't—" you try to defend but he shakes his head. 

"I like it," Robbie reassures you. "You're really weird sometimes," he jokes but quickly adds, "but I like you." 

You scrunch your nose a little at the insult but his hand on your cheek makes the comment disappear. "I like you," he repeats, "and I'd be an absolute git not to accept your date offer."

Your shoulders relax and Robbie grins. 

"Name a time and place and I'm there."

[eefos]

He looks like an 18 year old again 😭 like Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging is back

[ticifics]

Walking Home with a Daydream

Robbie x f!reader

Summary: In which Robbie walks you home

Warnings: just fluffy, no use of y/n, pre relationship

A/N: I watched the movie (it became one of my comfort movies, actually) , so I decided to do something.

The bell above the door chimed softly as you entered, gripping the strap of your backpack while your heart beat a little faster than usual.

The store was cozy and organized, with a simplicity that seemed to reflect the personality of the person who ran it. And there, behind the counter, was him. Robbie.

His brown, tousled hair, the strands falling carelessly over the bluest eyes you'd ever seen. He was busy with something—stacking tea boxes on a high shelf, his arms stretching out with natural ease, and the simple white t-shirt slightly riding up with the movement.

"Hi," he said when he saw you, a friendly, effortless smile curving his lips. It was nothing to him, but to you? Heart racing.

"Hi, Robbie," you replied, trying not to sound nervous. But who were you kidding? He did this to you every time.

His mom was behind the counter, watching everything with that maternal look that seemed to know too much. She smiled when she saw you approaching and quickly started putting the items you grabbed into bags, efficient and attentive as always.

"So, how are the classes going?" she asked, her voice warm and kind, but with a hint of mischief hidden between the lines.

"Ah, it's fine," you answered, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious how much your eyes kept drifting back to Robbie. He was now on the other side of the store, arranging the vegetables with an almost exaggerated concentration.

When you finished paying, his mom glanced at the full bags and then at her son, who was already coming back to the counter.

"Robbie, why don't you walk her home? It's getting dark, and those bags look heavy," she said, leaving no room for argument.

"Sure," he responded immediately, grabbing the bags before you could protest.

"You don't have to, I can carry—"

"It's fine," he cut you off, the easy smile still on his face. "It's just a little walk."

You left the store with him by your side, the cool afternoon air lightly brushing your face. Robbie walked with casual steps, but you were hypersensitive to every detail. The way his fingers looked strong holding the straps of the bags. How the sunlight created a golden glow in the strands of his hair.

"So, are you still rehearsing with the band?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, we're playing on Saturday," he said. "You should come," he added, almost too casually. But his eyes? Focused on you.

"I... can come," you replied, your heart racing again.

"Cool."

His word echoed in your head with a devastating simplicity, but you were already lost in a whirlwind of chaotic, bubbling thoughts. Cool.

He thought it was cool. Did he really want you to go, or was he just being polite? No, he seemed sincere. But what if he just wanted more people in the audience?

You tried not to think too much about it while walking side by side, but it was practically impossible. With every step, your mind drifted further away.

Robbie. On stage. With a bass in his hands. You'd heard his band before, but always from a distance, trying not to look desperately in love. He was good. No, he was amazing. He always lost himself in the music, his eyes closed, his fingers moving across the strings with impressive ease. And the most impressive thing? He wrote the songs.

You always wondered about those lyrics. What inspired the words he put on paper? And now, a ridiculous, silly idea popped into your head, making your cheeks flush immediately.

What if, just what if, one day he wrote a song about you?

Jesus, what a pathetic idea, you thought, but it was too late. The vision was already clear in your mind: Robbie, sitting somewhere with a notebook, the pencil tapping on his lips as he thought about how to capture you in a lyric.

"Are you okay?" His voice snapped you out of your daydreams.

"Yeah! I mean, yeah. I'm great," you answered too quickly, stumbling over your words and almost tripping over your own feet.

He smiled at you, that slightly crooked, carefree smile that made the ground beneath your feet seem a little less solid.

"You got quiet all of a sudden," he commented, his blue eyes fixed on you. And of course he would notice. Robbie was kind. He always noticed.

"Just thinking," you muttered, looking down at the ground, hoping the heat in your cheeks wasn't too obvious.

"Thinking about what?"

You opened your mouth to answer but realized you had no idea what to say. Imagining you writing a song about me sounded like something from a diary, not an actual conversation.

"I... I think I'm excited for the show," you improvised. It wasn't a lie. You were very, very excited. And completely nervous.

He looked surprised for a second, but then something in his eyes softened. "Really?"

"Yeah," you replied, and the warmth in your cheeks spread all the way to your ears.

"Cool," he said again, but this time the tone sounded different. Softer, almost thoughtful.

The walk to your house was ending too quickly. The gate to your entrance was in sight. You wanted to stretch out the walk. Just a few more minutes, maybe. Just a little more time with him.

Robbie stopped when he reached your door and carefully set the bags on the ground. He straightened up and looked at you, his blue eyes illuminated by the golden light of the late afternoon.

"See you Saturday, then?" he asked.

"See you Saturday." You couldn't stop the silly smile from spreading across your face, even if you tried.

He hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more. But instead, he just smiled back.

And when he walked away, you stood there, by your front door, your heart racing and thoughts spinning in circles.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

[hum4n01df00]

You will catch me giggling over the Bridget jones films.

[miscfanfics]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

He was my type when I was 12

He was my type when I was 16

And he's my type now

[this-boys]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson in ‘KRAVEN THE HUNTER’

[dailyflicks]

ANGUS, THONGS AND PERFECT SNOGGING 2008, dir. Gurinder Chadha

[nostalgc]

Aaron taylor johnson in angus, thongs and perfect snogging (2008) please if you save or use like or reblog ♥

[stray-kaz]

How did we go from this...

...to this...

...to THIS?

[mardygatorade]

Please

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Pairings : Aaron Taylor-Johnson x fem reader

Warnings : SMUT, dom!reader, light choking, unprotected sex, blah blah blah

Summary : You and Aaron are co-stars in a new upcoming film

The comforter of the bed sinks into your body as you lay in bed alone. The room is completely dark except for the faint stream of light peering through the bottom of your hotel room door. It’s almost two o’clock in the morning but sleep is the last thing on your mind. You thought that you would be tired after a long day of filming on set, but your mind is racing.

There is a light knock on the door that breaks the silence surrounding you. When you open it, your heart skips a beat. Aaron is standing there, one hand in his pocket and the other lightly rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey,” he says quietly, his voice sounding a bit raspy. “H-hey. What are you doing here?” You ask, looking him up and down. He is wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that he had clearly cut the sleeves off of. “I couldn’t sleep. Can I come in?” He asks taking a step past you without breaking eye contact. You nod, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. Aaron looks irritated, like someone had just given him bad news. “Are you okay?” You ask. He looks down at his feet before shaking his head and chuckling lightly. “What’s wro-“ you start, but before you could finish your sentence he steps towards you and puts his hand on your cheek. “You, y/n. God, you are all my problems.” He says breathily, grabbing your hip with his other hand. The contact sends shivers through your whole body, making it near impossible not to rip all his clothes off right then and there.

He pushes his body into yours and you can feel that he is hard in his sweatpants. He pulls away and moves his lips over to your ear, brushing it lightly. “I need you, y/n. I’ve been waiting for so long, please.” He breaths. At this point you are soaking wet, your body begging to be touched by him. All you could do is nod in response. His lips quickly meet yours, kissing you like he’s been thinking about it all day. You match his energy, the kiss growing stronger and more passionate.

He wastes no time grabbing your hips and tossing you on the bed. He takes his shirt off and throws it across the room, doing the same with yours. He kisses you roughly again, needing more before he can take off the rest of his clothes. He is hovering over you, grabbing at your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. His hips grind against yours, both of your pants adding to the friction. Without breaking the kiss he slides your shorts off along with your underwear and tosses them to the side. You reach down and help him take his pants off, his size making your eyes widen. He discards his pants and wraps his had around your throat, the other still gripping at your thighs. His hand placement is driving you crazy, feeling his rings dig into your skin. You reach down to grab his dick and align it with your entrance. When he finally pushes into you, you both gasp out in pleasure.

His thrusts start slow as he breathes heavily into your ear. You’re doing the same, your quiet moans causing him to speed up. “Fuck,” he whispers, his breath on your neck making you shiver. Every thrust hits the perfect spot making you cry out in pleasure. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” He growls, his thrusts getting even faster and sloppier. He lifts his upper body off of yours so that he can watch your back arch with every movement. His deep blue eyes grow dark as he watches every part of you in awe. His pace slows down and he sits up completely. You can see that he is flustered and his actions become a bit shy. This is when you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You sit up so that you are face to face with him again, this time grabbing his neck with one hand and pulling on his hair with the other. You kiss him roughly, causing him to surrender his dominance. You flip over so that you can straddle him, his back now leaning against the head board of the bed. You begin to ride him, causing his breath to hitch. He grabs your hips firmly, guiding you up and down. You keep eye contact with him until he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back in pleasure. You lean your upper body into him so that your foreheads are touching. He bucks his hips up with every bounce causing him to reach even deeper inside you. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you,” He whimpers, needing to get even further into you. His words make the knot in your stomach tighten, and he can feel that you are close.

“I’m so close,” you moan, speeding up your pace. He continues to whimper in your ear and you know he is close too. “Please, y/n,” He cries, begging for more. “Please.” The rhythm becomes sloppy, and you start to move off his lap so that he can finish on the sheets. Before you can get off, he tightens his grip on your hips, pulling you back onto him. “Jesus, fuck,” he whines, slamming into you even harder. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You scream out in pleasure as you ride out your orgasm on top of him. He whimpers even louder before cumming deep inside you. Tears and sweat stream down his face and the sound of heavy breathing fills the room. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably around his and you try to gain your composure. Your chests rise and fall together while peering into each others eyes in silent astonishment. His hands make their way to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin. He pulls you into a slow kiss, slightly smirking against your lips.

[stydixa]

ANGUS, THONGS AND PERFECT SNOGGING (2008) Dir. Gurinder Chadha

[pretty-little-mind33]

hot girls love angus thongs and perfect snogging 💕 this edit plays on a loop in my head every time i listen to this song haha

credit : @ spilledwineglass22

(can you guys tell i'm going through all my saved edits in my phone?)

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[yeahthatsinteresting]

'Angus, Thongs And Perfect Snogging' (2008)