#dick likes mint choc chip ice cream hes just like me.

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[theemporium]

hey if ur still doing requests-19. “I think about you all the time.” with stevie boy ??

19. “I think about you all the time.”

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You had known Steve Harrington for the better part of thirteen years but it never really hit you how little you actually knew about him.

From sitting together in Miss Jenson’s first grade class to seeing each other in the halls all the way through to high school, Steve was a familiar face but not somebody you would have ever willingly mixed with. 

You thought you knew him well enough: King Steve who is adored by everyone, who wants people to kneel for him and kiss the ground he walked on, to see girls and guys alike throwing themselves at him as he basked in the attention. 

You thought that Steve Harrington was nothing more than every other arrogant, self-centred playboy teenage boy who only cared about himself and getting laid. 

You realised just how wrong you were when you found yourself in Scoops Ahoy one day the summer after your senior year and found King Steve standing behind the counter instead of the girl you had seen the few times you walked past. 

You hadn’t expected the boy to be there, let alone be as friendly as he was when he greeted you like an old friend rather than a classmate he hadn’t really spoken to since the eighth grade. But the boy didn’t bat an eye at your slightly standoff behaviour as he happily chatted away as he made your order. 

You decided it was a one off incident. 

Until you found yourself in the ice cream parlour again a week or so later, and the boy greeted you with a wide smile and a joking remark like it was some inside gag between you. 

Little did you realise just how quickly you would find yourself seeking comfort in those jesting remarks.

And little did you realise just how wrong you were about Steve Harrington until you found yourself sitting on the counter weeks later, a happy routine set between you both as midday passed and the customers started to lessen.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Steve said as you walked in.

You frowned. “What?”

“You looked sad that we ran out of mint choc chip last time,” Steve said, looking far too giddy for someone in a sailor costume. “So I didn’t put it out until an hour ago so there would be some for you.”

You blinked, caught by surprise. “You did that for me?”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a casual shrug as he grabbed a tub for you and one for himself before he started to load them up. “I know it’s your favourite.”

The guilt settled deep in your gut, eating away at you slowly as he handed you the tub of mint choc chip ice cream with sprinkles on top, looking far too pleased with himself on the presentation before he took the spot next to you on the counter.

“You know,” you told him, your shoulders and thighs pressed against each other. “I used to think you were a prick.”

Steve snorted. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

Your brows furrowed together as you turned your head towards him but Steve’s attention was on his ice cream. 

“No, I mean like–” you paused for a moment, shifting your body to face him. “I’m sorry, Steve. I shouldn’t have just assumed all that shit about you—”

“It’s fine,” he said to you, giving you a smile like he truly wasn’t bothered by your words. “You aren’t the first person to think that.”

Your face softened. “Steve.”

“I was a dick though,” he said, laughing it off as he scooped a large spoonful of ice cream. “So you weren’t wrong.”

“But you aren’t a dick,” you said to him with a shake of your head. “And it’s fucked up that people think that about you, that you are happy to just let them.”

Steve just looked sheepish in response. 

“I mean, look!” you said helplessly as you held up your tub. “I thought you were a dick for, like, ten years and here you are saving ice cream flavours for me because it makes me happy! I shouldn’t even be a passing thought in your head, Steve.” 

“Well, you aren’t,” he supplied. “I think about you all the time. So…you’re not a passing thought, if that helps.”

Your lips parted a little at his confession. “Steve—”

His cheeks flushed but he kept talking. “But it’s fine, really. I know I wasn’t exactly the best guy all the time and—”

Steve quickly fell quiet when you grabbed his face, placing your lips on his and catching him by surprise. It took less than a second before he realised what was happening and his tub fell to the floor with a splat, his hands on the back of your neck to keep you close.

“You’re a good person, Steve,” you whispered to him, nose nudging against his.

He grinned. “Good enough to kiss again?”

You snorted. “Good enough to kiss again.”

So, you kissed him again.

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[sobeksewerrat]

ALRIGHT SO WHERE DO I START… (this is just me spouting random facts)

the story is set just after ethan and josh come out to ethan’s family, and they decide to take josh on their summer holiday w/ the family to welcome and get to know him. it’s super fluffy and sweet!!

ETHAN HAS TWO SISTERS:

HOLLIE, WHO IS LIKE 6 OR 7. SHE IS JUST A LITTLE BBG WHO LOVES STUFFED ANIMALS. and fluffy hair!!

AND grace, who is like 15 !! we love grace!!she is a quiet queen but will stand her ground. she will not back down for shit.

ethan loves Hawaiian shirts. don’t ask me why this is the first thing that comes to mind, it just is. he loves Hawaiian shirts, alr??

and he has like a fanny pack (or bug bag which like goes around the waist idk what other people call it) which he takes everywhere?? it will like.. always have arcade money and snacks in it. like always.

fun fact abt ethan: he got his left ear pierced when he was like 9 then wore an earring for like 1 or 2 months then never wore one again lmao. his mother was not pleased.

he’s more sporty than josh is, and he and his dad always play table tennis together in their backyard (not relevant to the plot whatsoever lmao)

ethan is always the most prepared out of the two, but manages to forget practical things. like he remembers rare worst case scenario stuff but not normal stuff like sunscreen.

josh once broke his right wrist when he was like… 13 or smth. never healed properly, so sucks for him ig.

he has an older brother who’s in college, and his name is jack. he’s kind of a dick but will always help when josh is in a tough situation.

ethan’s mum’s name is mariyam. it’s spelt in a really goofy way, ik. she’s like half Spanish half English.

they have a dog called pogo cuz he can jump really high. pogo is like the best character actually 👏👏

ethan’s dad is a PE teacher at a hollie’s primary school.

their favourite ice cream flavours are:

ethan - honeycomb

josh - mint choc chip

grace - strawberry

mariyam - vanilla and raspberry swirl

ethan’s dad (roger) - bubblegum

pogo (doggy ice cream ofc) - rocky road (i saw this as an option for dogs and omg!!)

AND since u said u wanted to do some fanart, if u want i can conjure up some doodles of ethan’s family and dog for u!!

this was just a big, messy ramble lol xx

POGO ❤❤❤❤ POGO IS 🔛🔝

Give me doodles now

Also ethan is so based for honeycomb flavour

[glitterslag]

Paris, Mon Amour - A Booty Call spinoff/Part 3

Back by popular demand. And because Paris Ben needed his own blurb. 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: language, some smut, lil bit of angst and a rogue dick-pic

Summary: You’re trying not to miss Ben, but it’s hard when there are pictures of him everywhere you look. Even your house-mate can’t shut up about him. 

A/N: This was originally a spin-off blurb set in the Booty Call AU, but can either be read as a standalone or as a Part 3 of the main fic. LOTS of people have requested this over the weeks (super sorry it’s taken me so long to finally finish) so I’d love it if just as many people RB and comment! Enjoy x

P.S. my tag lists are a holy show at the moment so if you were/weren’t tagged and you did/didn’t want to be - SORRY!

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“Have you seen those pictures of Ben at the Oscars?”

You were kneeling on the kitchen tiles, up to your elbows in the bottom freezer drawer, hunting for a tub of ice cream. Jen’s voice floated down the hallway from where she stood at her bedroom mirror, taking off the last of her makeup.

Jen was one of those people who always kept her bedroom door open.

“The ones with Joe and Gwil?” You called back, smiling faintly.

You had post notifications on for all of your friends, Joe and Gwilym included. You had, of course, seen their instagram stories from the Oscars.

“No, no. The ones with the girl.” Jen said as she wandered through into the kitchen, towel on her head and her body wrapped in her fluffy purple dressing gown.

“Lucy?” You wondered, spoon in your mouth as you used both hands to rummage for the tub of mint choc chip.

“No, the beautiful blonde, the skinny one.”

“Lucy’s the blonde.”

You were starting to get a bit irritable now, fingers stinging with the cold of the freezer. Where was the bloody ice cream?

“No, not Lucy, another one - gorgeous. A model maybe?”

“I think you mean his stylist.” You said bluntly.  “Iliara?”

“Noo no, not his stylist, the stunning blonde-“

“I GET IT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL!” You yelled, slamming the freezer door shut with a heavy thud.

Jen faked hurt.

“Well there’s no need to get so snappy with me. I was just saying.”

You honestly hated her, sometimes.

In truth, you did wonder about what Ben was getting up to every night at these glamorous parties, even though you knew you had absolutely no right to. You couldn’t help it. He wasn’t your boyfriend – far from it - you had only slept together a handful of times by now. And Jen knew that. You tried hard to just to be happy for Ben, and not think too much about him rubbing shoulders with all these beautiful women. But it wasn’t easy when she seemed to have this perfect knack for rubbing things in.

All the boys had said that they wished you could come tonight, but unfortunately not. Apart from Rami, they were only seated in the viewing gallery themselves, and none of them got to bring a plus one. Only having been an apprentice, there was no chance someone with your position would get invited to the ceremony.

You got texts and snapchats from the boys though, all night, making less and less sense as they steadily get drunker and you found yourself staying up way past bedtime to open their messages, despite having a lecture at 9am.

“Wish you were here to help me tie my tie. Keeps coming undone :/”  read a particularly sweet one you received from Ben at about one in the morning, and it somehow calmed all of the fears you’d had before.

~~~

“Have you seen those pictures of Ben in Paris?” Came Jen’s disembodied voice almost the second you walked through the door, and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“What are you, stalking him?” You said bitterly, ripping off your bike helmet and flinging it down onto the sofa.

Jen eyed you from the kitchen counter knowingly.

“Long day, was it?”

You shed your coat, scarf, gloves, hat, shoes, each one coming to join your helmet with more velocity than the last.

“Mm.” You muttered under your breath, stalking over with your arms folded to flick the kettle on. “Remind me again why I started back at this fucking uni..?”

~~~

You had seen the pictures.

Ben had flown to Paris for fashion week that morning, and by the time you sat down to have lunch at uni he was all over your Instagram feed looking like he’d barely slept. There were pictures of him with models. Sat on the front row of some Yves Saint Laurent show sandwiched in between them. The butterflies in your belly had started up again.

You hated yourself for being like this. Insecure was so not attractive. And you were never like that with boys. It’s just that other boys usually weren’t Ben fucking Hardy.

He didn’t look very happy. He hadn’t shaved, and there were dark circles under his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel a twang of concern. You wrestled with yourself for an hour or so before shooting him a little text, enquiring after his wellbeing.

He didn’t get back to you until midnight.

“Just got back to my hotel room. Exhausted.”

“No offence, but you look it.”

Ben had gone straight from the Oscars afterparty to the airport for a twelve hour flight to Paris. You were doing a presentation on colour theory for your Contemporary Cinema seminar when his text had come pinging through into the top corner of your MacBook, hooked up to the projector for your whole class of 30 to see.

Ben Hardy: Still pissed on the plane. Help me

They’d all giggled as you scrambled to switch off iMessage, struggling to regain composure and continue with your presentation, worth 50% of your grade for the whole module. It was a good job Ben had such a common name, as you had to laugh and brush it off when some kid in the back joked that you were “chirpsing the real Peter Beale”.

You recounted the tale to Ben now, hoping to give him a laugh, and indeed, the screen lit up your dark bedroom with a little line of laughter emojis only a minute later. You grinned, warmed. You might have been separated from him by the English channel, but compared to Los Angeles? You could kid yourself he was only next door.

You wanted badly to tell him you missed him, but you’d only just started admitting it to yourself.

“Sorry we keep missing each other.” He wrote, referring to the conflicting schedules you’d had over past few weeks, as well as the time zone issue. “It’s just been a mad one.”

That’s ok! I get it :)

You reply. And then:

You should sleep.

You worked out it would be past 1am there. He had to have been absolutely worn out.

Can’t.

Why’s that?

Kinda got a problem..

You waited for him to elaborate, sitting up and switching on your bedroom light.

You’re not in public are you?

Why??

You were curious now, closing all your other apps to focus solely on the conversation. Surely he knew that at midnight on a Monday you’d be home.

Just answer You at home?

I’m in bed

Even better ;)

You felt a flutter in the pit of your stomach. What was he up to?

Ben, what is it?

I wanna send you something

And then it dawned on you. He couldn’t sleep. Had a problem. Needed you to be alone.

Oh.

Only if that’s ok?? He replied, seconds later.

Yes

You put the phone down on your pillow, chewing on your nails as you waited for him to send it. There was no reason to be nervous. You’d seen his cock in person. Touched it. It just felt like a big deal somehow, having it on your phone. Risky.

He was lying in bed too. White hotel sheets, single bed against one wall, a mirror image of your cramped little student room. 

The picture was nice.

I mean, of course it was – it was his, but even for him. He was naked, from the looks of it, lying on his back grasping himself in his fist, bright pink and hard against his belly. He looked gorgeous. You could barely close the picture long enough to tell him so.

You didn’t full-on sext. He was far too tired - and you far too shy - for that. But you did send him a picture of yourself, face cut off from the lips upward, of course. It was nothing too crazy. Just you lying in bed in your low-cut pyjama vest and French knickers (“Fitting ;)”).

After a few more messages back and forth your cheeks were stinging with heat, nipples hard through your pyjama top and a pool forming between your thighs.

He sent you a picture of his come, pearlescent white against his velveteen stomach in the camera flash. You felt your heart beating in your mouth and your fingers and your clitoris as you looked at it, wondering how that, something you’d never, ever imagined yourself wanting to receive from anyone, could be so beautiful to you.

You found yourself longing for his taste. To lick every last drop from the silky skin of his tummy.

Christ. You thought. What had gotten into you?

“What a waste” you typed.

~~~

The next morning you strolled into the kitchen with a spring in your step , and were pouring cereal into a bowl when Jen piped up from the kitchen table.

“Did you see those pictures of Ben?” She asked predictably, and you bit back a smirk. “The ones with the models? He’s at the Yves Saint Laurent show.”

As if you wouldn’t have known where he was.

She was on the gossip page of one of those glossy magazines, OK! or Grazia - that sort of thing. As she brushed toast crumbs away to pour over the celebrity news you caught a glimpsed of a harassed-looking Ben, walking down the street with his hood up.

“He’s at fashion week.” She added.

“Oh, I spoke to him last night, actually.” You said, attempting to sound offhand.

“Really?” Jen replied airily. “What’d you talk about?”

“He was just saying how tired he was. Couldn’t wait to get back to London.”

“He was probably saying it to make you feel better.”

She didn’t look up from the magazine as she bit into her toast. Still, you could tell she was put out.

~~~

Ben arrived back that night and invited himself over. Couldn’t be bothered to deal with the mess at his, he said. He could unpack tomorrow. Besides, Frankie was with his ex for the whole week anyway, so there was nothing for him to be back for. He said he’d dump his suitcase at home and then come straight round, but you didn’t realise how literally he’d meant that.

He looked bone-weary. Hair a mess, he wasn’t shaved or showered, still in his clothes from the flight and you thought privately that you might prefer this version of him the best. His nose and fingers and toes were cold from the outside, and you squealed in his grasp, trying to squirm away but he wouldn’t let you, nuzzling his icy nose into you on purpose, seeking your warmth. You got straight into bed even though it had only just gone 8 by the time he rocked up, and his lips were pressed against yours right away.

For once, there was absolutely no lust there. He didn’t try to roll on top of you, hands staying on your middle, rubbing up and down your sides gently instead of trying to wander downwards. Just kissing for the sake of kissing. It made your heart speed up to think it. You still couldn’t quite believe he was here.  He’d never been round to your flat before.

You made out for what could’ve been ten minutes or an hour, before coming to a slow, mutual stop.

“ ‘M’too tired to do anything,” He said, voice thick with sleep as he pushed his face into your neck to smell you. “Jus’ wanna nap for a million years.”

“M’Kay.” You said, muffled against his soft green jumper. He smelled of the outside.

~~~

You woke up not knowing what century it was,  and you assumed he’d feel the same. 

It was about 7am, and you were positively toasty. The heating had kicked in overnight and you’d fallen asleep in leggings and fluffy bed socks. At some point, Ben had taken his top off and you’d eagerly taken it and put it on, keen for his body warmth that still clung to it. 

You peeled yourself off him, feeling sweat sticking down your back from where his bare chest had been pressed against it all night. He was like a space heater at the best of times. You slipped your socks off your sweaty feet and kicked them far down the bed, losing them in the sea of duvet.

You wriggled around in his arms so you could bury into his chest and he wrapped them back around you again, even in sleep. You lay there for a while in the pitch black, playing at being a little mouse snuggled up in the burrow, lying side by side with its den mate in the dark earth. Only the smell and feel and taste of each other to rely on.

You almost didn’t want to wake him up. To prolong the pretence that he was your live-in boyfriend for just a little longer. That he didn’t have to leave in an hour or two and that then you wouldn’t see him again for god knows how long.

You realised you only disliked dark mornings when you were sleeping alone.

  ~~~

“Have you seen those pictures of Ben at the airport?” Jen asked as the two of you trailed into the kitchen.

Ben stepped out from behind you awkwardly, and her ears turned pink with embarrassment. She slapped her hand over her mouth. You realised this was her first time meeting him in person.

“Coffee?” She managed to squeak after collecting herself again, and everyone laughed.

“It’s a good job you’re back.” She said to Ben not long later, handing him the mug of black coffee which he grabbed gratefully. “She’s been in a mood all week!”

“I have not Jen!” You protested, mortified.

Ben just grinned and slung an arm around you, biting into his toast.

“I’ll keep her in check.”

He winked at you and you nearly died off.

You watched him across the kitchen table over breakfast, thumming at your shirt collar. You brushed your fingers over your sore collar-bone absentmindedly, poking at the skin there testingly, bruised from where he’d sucked and bitten it. There was a sort of soft shyness to the way Ben was looking at you; private, stolen glances over steaming coffee cups, Jen yammering on in the background, oblivious to the fullness of the atmosphere.

You’d never liked it in the morning as much as you did with Ben. Only an hour ago, you’d been giving him a sloppy blowjob under the covers, enjoying the perfect stillness of 7am while he ran his hands through your hair and sighed. Eventually, once he was a bit more awake, he’d hauled you up and then rolled on top, pinning your hands to the bed as he settled his warm, welcome weight on top of you.

You’d not been quite ready for him yet, legs slung over his hips and hooked under his bum as he wiggled into you, and the stretch felt so incredible it had been an effort to keep quiet, conscious of Jen asleep in the next room. His thrusts were slow, fingers laced through yours, holding you down as you kissed sloppily.

Then he’d let go of one of your hands to bring a thumb down in between your legs, fingers gripping at your hip gently as he brushed over your clit, feather-light. He slowly built you to a shivering, long drawn out orgasm, clenching on him violently as he trembled with the effort of staying quiet.

Eyes squeezed shut, pink lips parted, he approached his high, and you took him by the back of the head gently to place a long, soft kiss to his cheek to soothe him. He pushed into it, panting, little noises of appreciation escaping the back of his throat while he came.

~~~

“I’ll have to leave”.

You snapped him out of his reverie and he blinked at you, blushing. You didn’t have to be an expert to tell what he’d been thinking about. 

“Lecture?” Ben wondered, and you shook your head.

“Nah, work.”

You told Ben he was free to stay and have breakfast after you left for your part time job at a cafe. However, it appeared that the idea of him and Jen being left alone together terrified him as much as it did you and he opted to walk out with you after you finished your coffee. You walked your bike with him to where he’d parked his car.

“I could give you a lift?”

“Nah,” you said casually, fastening your helmet under your chin. “traffic’ll be bad”

He nodded his head. Neither of you moved to leave, and he looked like he was about to say something until both your heads jerked around at the sound of a group of school kids shouting from across the road.

“Oi, weren’t you in Eastenders?!”

One of them came running across the road to where the two of you were stood, face to face in front of his car boot. The rest of them followed nervously. The two of you sighed and smiled.

“I’ll be late.” You said, mounting your bike. He shot you a pleading, apologetic look but you just grinned at him from over your shoulder.  “I’ll have to go.”

You waved him off as the gaggle descended on him, cycling away before they could get too good of a look at you. You glanced back every now and then at his retreating form, trying his best to be polite as they each asked him for an autograph and a picture.

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[ineffablywriting]

Passive Aggressive

Part: four

A one shot turned minific where Harry’s a bit of an asshole and all Jasmine really wants is for him to show her his world.

read part three here // send me your thoughts here!

It had been a month.

Harry hadn’t heard a word from Jazz for a month, yet he still jumped at the first ring of his phone, leapt out of bed at the slightest rattle of the front door. He woke up every morning reaching for a body that wasn’t beside him, in a bed that was smelling less and less like her each night.

On his really bad days, sometimes he pulls out the t-shirt of his that she used to wear to bed every night - she’d left it behind that night and Harry had spent the day curled on the couch when he’d found it. It still smelt like her and Harry worried one day that would fade too, so he keeps it carefully folded in the closet, waiting for the day Jazz comes home. Because she will come home, she has to. She has to.

So it had been a month and Jazz still wasn’t back and Harry was getting more and more restless by the day. Zayn had dropped by a couple of times to remind him of meetings and recording sessions he’d forgotten about, always with some homemade food because it was the only way he knew how to comfort him.

He remembers Zayn’s mum telling him one time that food could soothe an aching soul like nothing else. He supposes she was right, remembering nights when Jazz was curled up on the couch, a furrow between her brows as she chewed her lips trying to come up with an idea for an art project. He’d cook her something then, fretting about, making sure she was eating and taking care of herself because he knew sometimes she’d be so caught up in her art that she forgot to care for herself.

He sighs, glancing at the clock. He needs to go grocery shopping soon; he was running low on edible things and he’d promised Zayn he’d start looking after himself more. So with more reluctance than he cares to admit, he makes himself presentable enough to be seen in public and dawdles his way down to the small store he and Jazz frequented.

The bell above the door chimes as he walks in and Tom gives him a surprised hello from behind the counter. “Alright, lad?” he greets. “‘Aven’t seen you here for awhile. How’s the Princess doing?” he jokes.

“I, uh, yeah. She’s good. Been a bit busy is all,” Harry mumbles, unable to meet Tom’s eye. He shuffles around to the back of the store where the juice was located and grabs one without the juicy bits, his heart clenching at the thought of the juice he’d thrown out not two days ago, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Jazz coming home and finding the fridge empty.

“Harry?” Tom calls for his attention as he rings up his purchases. “You sure you’re alright, kid?”

“I messed up,” he blurts, unable to stand the curious but warm gaze of the middle aged store owner before him. “Jazz is gone. She left me,” he confesses. “I’d been so rude and distant lately and I...I took her for granted. All of it for granted. I don’t know if she’s coming back,” he admits in a whisper, almost hoping the slight breeze from the ceiling fan above him would carry it away.

“She’ll come back,” Tom says after a moment’s thought. “The way I see it, there’s no way she won’t. You don’t see the way she looks at you when you walk in here and head straight to the juice out the back. It’s like, well, I don’t even know how to describe it. But it’s exactly the same way you look at her when she insists that the strawberry gum she picks up is her favourite, all because she knows it’s your favourite; even though she’ll come back in the next day to buy the mint flavour.”

“You didn’t see her that night,” he shakes his head, refusing to let the glimmer of hope spark in his chest. “She… she didn’t look like herself. She didn’t look like Jazz. And I can’t help but think I did that.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Tom tells him, so certain with his words that harry almost believes him. “There’s no way she’s not coming back. That girl was almost as mad for you as you are for her. Do you remember that time you had row and you left for some press business?” he asks Harry, realising he’d have to try harder to make the young man in front of him listen to what he was saying. Harry nods reluctantly. “She’d come down here dressed in a shirt that was clearly too big for her and buy the biggest tub of your favourite mint choc chip ice cream with these sad eyes and chewed lips until the day you got back, and suddenly she was all smiles and laughter.”

Harry still looks troubled, making Tom shake his head again. “Just trust me, son,” he encourages him. “Give her some more time. And if that doesn’t work, chase her to the ends of this earth until it does.”

-

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Zayn confesses, collapsing onto the sofa beside Harry and handing him a bottle of water.

Harry glares at him. “Why are you in my flat? Again.”

“It’s not like I didn’t knock first. You just wouldn’t answer.”

“‘Cos I knew it was you,” Harry grumbles.

“And you won’t leave the house either,” Zayn ignores him and rolls his eyes. “It’s not healthy for you to lock yourself away. We’ve called and asked you to come out with us multiple times but you won’t ring any of us back, so.”

“What do you want, Zayn?” Harry sighs, dropping his head back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling.

“I spoke to Jazz,” Zayn says gently, carefully watching Harry from the corner of his eye. He stiffens, scrambling to sit upright to look over at Zayn. “Or, well, she spoke to me,” he admits guiltily. “She called me and couple days ago.”

“Days?” Harry asks looking like a kicked puppy and Zayn has to look away from him because he feels terrible but he’s also angry because Harry did this to himself. “And you’re only telling me now?”

“You wouldn’t answer my calls!” Zayn argues, suddenly defensive. He rubs at his face to calm himself down.

“Is she ok? Is she coming home?” Harry asks in quick succession.

“I -,” Zayn cuts off. “She’s fine. She’s coming back into town,” he pauses. “But she’s not coming home. Not how you think.”

“She doesn’t want to see me,” he nods glumly.

“I’m sorry, mate,” Zayn tells him. “I tried to get her to talk to you, but she doesn’t think she’s ready. I think she’s scared. She thinks you’re happier without her and -”

“What?!” Harry all but yells. “How can she think that? You told her I wasn’t, right? That I’m miserable?”

“Believe it or not, I did,” he confirms. “But she wouldn’t listen. Apparently you’re not the type to sit alone at home moping into an old t-shirt eating ice cream you don’t like and throwing out bottles of undrunk orange juice every other week,” he drawls dryly. “Despite the evidence,” he glances around the lounge in obvious distaste. “I thought I was messy,” he mutters under his breath.

“I just… I don’t understand,” Harry moans. “I know I was distant and, fuck, a complete dick to her but,” he runs a hand through his hair in distress. “But I don’t know how to live without her Zayn. It’s like...like I’ve lost a limb. I can’t sleep in our damn bed anymore, my back feels like it’s aged twenty years because of the springy mattress in the guest room and the rest of the flat just feels empty. You have to tell her to come back, to come home.”

“I tried,” Zayn insists. “But you didn’t see her that night. You broke her heart,” Zayn tells him, trying and failing to keep the accusal out of his voice.

“What night?” he asks. “What are you talking about? Her birthday? I didn’t mean to forget. I just had so much on my mind,” he rattles off, not giving Zayn any chance to respond.

“You forgot her birthday?” Zayn asks, disbelief and disappointment clear in his tone.

“I didn’t mean to,” Harry whispers and Zayn doesn’t think he’s ever seen his friend look so small before. “I was talking about the night of the gallery,” he continues, deciding it might be best to just tell Harry what had happened rather than leaving him to guess. Zayn wasn’t sure he could listen to any other foolish things Harry may have done and still keep a level head. He’d spent the better part of the last month making sure Harry kept it together because he was his friend. But so was Jazz and it was becoming harder and harder not to whack Harry on the back of the head and yell at him about how much of an idiot he was and how he didn’t deserve someone like Jazz. All of which Zayn was sure he was already thinking himself, and if he wasn’t he would be after Zayn told him what they’d heard the night Jazz had packed up and left.

“The night of the gallery?” Harry asks, confused. “That was the night she left.”

“Yeah,” Zayn sighs, suddenly unable to look Harry in the eyes. “When you were stood with your knobhead friends talking about how you’d forgotten what it was like to be single and that it wasn’t too late for you to remember as he shoved you in the direction of a bunch of fit birds,” he says roughly, unable to keep the bitterness out.

“No,” Harry pales, which is a miracle since he didn’t have much colour in his cheeks in the first place. “She heard all of that?”

“And then when you didn’t come home that night either,” Zayn shrugs pointedly, making Harry’s gut churn with remorse and self hatred.

“I didn’t cheat on her, Z. I would never do that to anyone. I would never do that to her. I don’t know why I said those things that night,” he panics, tugging roughly at his hair. It was sitting limply on his head and Zayn found himself wondering vaguely when the last time Harry had showered was. “I can’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with her.”

“I can tell,” Zayn snorts a little, trying to lighten the mood because no matter how much he blamed Harry for what had happened, and how much he thought he was daft for treating Jazz so poorly, at the end of the day Harry was his friend, and he never wanted to see his friends hurt.

“When is she coming back?” Harry asks after a moments hesitation. “I-you can tell me that right?” He stutters almost desperately. And Zayn tries not to flinch at the raw pain in his voice.

“Next week. She’s coming back next week,” Zayn tells him bluntly.

“For her art show,” Harry continues, a memory igniting of the time Jazz had come home late covered in paint with her hands failing, eyes panicked but excitement clear in her smile as she’s told Harry about the biggest art exhibit she’s ever managed to book. “She still hadn’t finished painting,” he tells Zayn. “The-the night of-that night,” he stumbles over the phrasing of the sentence, still unable to come to terms with what he’d done. “That was a practice run. She wanted to do a couple of smaller shows with just friends and family and a smaller crowd before she let the general public and any art critics see her work. She was so excited for it.”

“She still is,” Zayn says. “She’s coming into town to finish some work, I think. She didn’t really tell me much, and I didn’t think to ask. I was just really happy to hear from her. To ask if she was ok,” he admits, Harry’s heart cracking and breaking with every word. “Sorry,” Zayn says, noticing the broken look in Harry’s eyes.

“Was she? Ok, I mean.”

“She was managing,” Zayn evades the question.

“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?” Harry asks him.

“I don’t know, mate. I just know that she loved you more than anything in the world.”

Harry tries not to focus on the tense, but he couldn’t help it as the word continued to ring in his head while Zayn watched him worriedly.

Loved.

[elysiansstars]

I'm bored and doing this to fill the void and be reflective xx

0: Height

5"5 I think

1: Age

16

2: Shoe size

5

3: Do you smoke?

Nah

4: Do you drink?

Sometimes ngl

5: Do you take drugs?

Nah

6: Age you get mistaken for

Probably like 15 or 14 tbf ( @ studio school)

7: Have tattoos?

Nah

8: Want any tattoos?

Yeah, like a basic bitch I wanna bird on my collar

9: Got any piercings?

Nah

10: Want any piercings?

A lip ring maybe if I grow some balls

11: Best friend?

I don't even have friends but we'll say my neighbours cat Purdy

12: Relationship status

Single and emotionally unavailable

13: Biggest turn ons

French/Italian idek, messy ass hair, humour and honesty

14: Biggest turn offs

Lies, lack of empathy, greased hair (like on purpose) like wtf why

15: Favorite movie

A street cat named bob, ways to live forever

16: I’ll love you if...

You ask me if I'm okay like genuinely honestly I'm a slut for healthy relationships

17: Someone you miss

A lot of people. Mainly D and L because they always stuck out to me idk life's life

18: Most traumatic experience

When I was performing on stage and completely blanked on how to play keyboard like it completely went and I was fucked up for a good few performances afterward cos I was so paranoid it would happen again.

19: A fact about your personality

Idk my personality, I would say I am pretty funny though so maybe that

20: What I hate most about myself

My stomach chub is disproportionate to the rest of my body, I have a perpetual double chin and I have a vagina

21: What I love most about myself

My eyes and freckles are pretty cool ngl

22: What I want to be when I get older

A musician or an author

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

I get on well with em for the most part, me and my lil sister have so many inside jokes it's stupid.

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

Me and my mum are close I love her very much. My dad can shove his dick in a blender, drink it then bleed out

25: My idea of a perfect date

Watching a movie at home, cuddled up cos it's cold, and the rain is pattering on the window

26: My biggest pet peeves

People acting without empathy or even logical thought (like wtf are some of yall doing???), obnoxious loud people (like idk sometimes they funny but mostly it's just like stfu I'm trynna learn)

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

Like I said, emotionally unavailable. I don't think I could take it.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

Inconsiderate, self-centred asshole who has admittedly gone through a lot of shit and then puts people through even worse shit. Might've been cringy before but at least he thought of others, now he's a top bellend who I hope learns quickly how to not act like a complete twat.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

I have severe trust issues (Jamie :) )

30: What I hate the most about work/school

How bitchy everyone is like lmao chill no one's perfect let people be flawed in peace.

31: What my last text message says

Ok

32: What words upset me the most

Just any insult will have your boy weak, like I haven't ever had to deal with it really so just about anything will upset me if it's from a person I care about.

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

"Smart" usually or just any comment on progress I've made

34: What I find attractive in women

Super gay but like everything good tbfh platonically (I sound like a mega straight trying to answer the next one without sounding gay fuckin hell)

35: What I find attractive in men

EVERYTHING

Bonus points - long messy hair, humour, smiling, oversized shit, leather fuckin jackets, genuine, doesn't message just for sex ha lmao (never thought that'd be an issue for me but hey fuckin hoe)

36: Where I would like to live

Italy or the English countryside

37: One of my insecurities

Fucking everything but mainly my chest and hips and non physically just how I socialize in general

38: My childhood career choice

Singer or cat sitter

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Cookie dough or mint choc chip

40: Who I wish I could be

Anyone else

41: Where I want to be right now

The sea, just listening to the waves and the gulls and the pubs in the distance

42: The last thing I ate

Chicken mayo burger from Maccies

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

Nick Robinson is one good looking motherfucker

44: A random fact about anything

Coke owns smart water and Nike owns converse, I didn't know n thought it was pretty cool

[dpargyle]

And Then…there was Ice Cream

So @marisolinspades messaged me at 6:20 AM this morning saying: “Ok, I cannot wait any longer tell me about the ice cream outing” lmao so without further ado…

So Blondie, her two roommates, and I finally went out for ice cream last night

(for those who don’t know – this all started when Blondie and one of her roommates (let’s call her Seraphim) literally saved my life a little less than a month ago – here’s the original post and the rest are tagged under “Ballerina, you must’ve seen her”) –

So all day yesterday I purposely loaded up my day with work so I wouldn’t literally lose my mind overthinking the outing hahaha – I just kept myself focused – doing paying work, finishing a book, blasting Queen on vinyl cuz it was Freddie Mercury’s birthday and I wanted to channel Freddie Mercury’s coolness but of course that’s impossible because nobody will ever be nearly as cool as Freddie Mercury, let’s be honest…

And then my neighbors who are one door down from me (Blondie is two doors down from me) – let’s call my closer neighbors Tarzan & Jane (lmao – they read these posts too so I hope you’re not offended by your nicknames guys!) helped me put a nice shirt over my T-shirt (I didn’t want to go overboard cuz it wasn’t a date but I also wanted to show Blondie I think she’s worth dressing up for?  I dunno maybe it was too much but I did look good, so whatevs.)

Anyway, I’d been pretty calm up until that point until about an hour before we were gonna go – so @wonkwizard very kindly messaged back and forth with me to keep me from

which was very kind of her.  Thank you!

Anyway, so Blondie, Seraphim, and let’s call her other roommate Brownie (you’ll see why in a bit) are finally walking to the ice cream store across the street from our apartment complex (well, I’m rolling) and we start talking about what ice cream flavors are our favorites (Seraphim asks me, “[Bundles], what’s your fave flavor of ice cream?”  and of course I immediately blurt out “mint choc chip!” (because it is objectively the best – FIGHT ME!) and they’re all like “that’s [Blondie’s] favorite too!” And then Blondie goes “yeah – and my second favorite is cookie dough” And I’m like !!! cuz that’s my second favorite too (which I told her))

I mean, ok, it’s not that big a deal cuz it’s just compatible ice cream flavor tastes – but let’s just say our tongues like the same things, know what I mean? :D :D :D :D

Also – I hadn’t really noticed this before but Blondie is a lot taller than I thought she was (or maybe her friends are just short?) – anyway – with me sitting down in my wheelchair the top of my head is at chin level with her friends but with her it’s at shoulder level or even a bit lower – which means I’m at eye level with her backside so I had to keep looking away when she stepped in front of me to order ice cream so I wouldn’t objectify her with my male gaze, cuz, well, to quote Tina Belcher:

Also also – for a ballerina she’s super klutzy hahaha (and it’s kind of super adorable) like when we were walking along the sidewalk (she mostly walked beside me – which, aww!) she kept falling off the sidewalk into like the bushes or whatever and I was worried it was cuz I accidently drove her off the sidewalk (cuz my wheelchair is basically tank-sized) but she was like “no, you’re fine – this happens all the time!”)

And then when we got our ice cream (she sat across from me at the table!!!!  And she had a choice too – I sat down first – so she would have a choice if she didn’t feel comfortable sitting across from me) she got a mint choc chip cone and dripped it all over herself (I really don’t think it’s cuz I was making her nervous or anything, I think she’s just a klutz lmao)

so I had to tell them all about how in high school I was even less coordinated than her (to make her feel better but also cuz it’s true) and I was super self-conscious (about my disability – and also, ironically, there was this other blonde girl – but that’s a whooooooooooole other long story…) so at school I just never ate anything cuz I was terrified I’d get it all over me and people would be like “ew” but over the years, I’ve found people don’t actually go “ew” when people drop stuff on themselves – like when Blondie did it I just went ‘awww’ hahaha

In any case, this is why I went with the safe, mint choc chip shake option – no spillage there! I was very smooth.  

This is getting hella long – so let me go through the highlights of our ice cream conversations –

It’s very hard to get to know 3 people at once.  I did my best, but I didn’t find out too too much – we were only there for like 40 mins, after all – but they are all interesting, sweet people and they seem to like me.

So I think in the end they found out more about me then I learned about them (which I’m totally cool with – the more she knows about me the more informed opinions she can make about me) – cuz I tend to talk a lot because awkward silences terrify me so I just keep talking if I feel one coming – even so, though, I was able to keep asking questions about them and their interests though – so I think it was balanced? I dunno I know a lot of men think conversations are balanced when in reality they did most of the talking so I hope I’m not like that…

Brownie didn’t have any ice cream cuz she’s not the “biggest fan” (????) so I asked her what snack is her favorite and she said brownies (see!  I told you I’d explain her nickname lol) – so maybe I should bring them brownies later in the week seeing as how she missed out on the treat?  I can’t decide if that would be a baller move or weird?  When you like a girl it’s good to ingratiate yourself with her friends, right?  What do you kids think?

Anyway - I tried to explain the place in New York where I grew up and I said, you know in the X-men – their mansion is supposed to be in the county I grew up in (which I always found amusing because the county I grew up in would definitely not allow mutants within 50 miles of their jurisdiction lmao – they wouldn’t even let McDonald’s set up in my town cuz it was considered too low class hahaha) and when I said that they were all like

And I’m like “…you’ve seen the X-Men movies, right?”  And they all shook their heads and I was like ?????????? – I thought the X-Men were a staple of American culture but I guess not?  I am incredibly nerdy lmao – and then I started to worry that maybe she’s not nerdy enough for me

but then I realized that while being nerdy together works for many couples it’s not necessarily mandatory – what matters is the heart and soul and plus people who like other people become more interested in the things their significant others are passionate about – like for example, when my brother met his eventual wife he was a dyed in the wool conservative and now he’s far left hahaha – and his wife said she hated scifi but he gradually got her into Firefly and Star Wars and Star Trek and now she likes it quite a lot – I mean their eldest Shiba is named Kohaku Falkor for the gods’ sakes!  Like why am I limiting things just cuz she doesn’t like all the random eccentric crap I like?

In any case – Blondie has told me she likes reading fantasy books – and I’m like 90% sure she wasn’t talking about erotica although she was slightly cagey about exactly what fantasy books she likes so who knows? lmao

I also told them about how old I am (I was talking about my siblings’ ages and was able to slip it in) – so it’s up to her if she’s comfortable with the age gap (I’m pretty sure it’s about seven or so years – I’m not totally sure though cuz obviously I’m too polite to ask a lady how old she is hahaha) (sexist manners are hard to break kids) –

I also found out Blondie only has one sibling so I’m thinking even more that she’s not Mormon cuz those peoples’ White Jesus mandates them to breed like jackrabbits basically so Mormon families usually have like eleventy billion children…

OK – so let’s get to the most important moment - Seraphim was talking about how she’s a snowboarder and so I asked Blondie “do you snowboard as well?” and she said “no, I ski.” And I said “That makes sense, you don’t seem like the snowboarding type.” And Seraphim laughs and goes “what’s that supposed to mean?” and kids….

it must’ve been all the Queen music I’d been listening to all day cuz it was as if the spirit of Freddie Mercury himself descended from the very fires of heaven and possessed me and I communed with my avatar state which gave me this mystical yet all too brief supernatural surge of effortless coolness

 because before I even really thought about saying these words, they fired confidently forth from my soul: “I mean that [Blondie] is just too elegant for snowboarding, is all.” And Blondie started laughing her ass off and she might’ve blushed I’m not sure though (I hope she didn’t think I was making fun of her for being a klutz – I did say it from a place of pure genuineness though so I hope that came across) – and then I immediately felt bad I’d insulted Seraphim – so I quickly said, “not that snowboarding is bad – it’s just more cool than elegant – and you’re cool” and by that point they were all laughing so I don’t think any of them took it badly...

So following that Moment of Zen we decided to head back and I let them walk out the door first (cuz I’m a gentleman) but then I told them that if they ever get tired of that kind of sexist b.s. from me they can just tell me to go first (and I told them the story of when @lmnp and I stood outside a door in the snow for an hour and a half that one time cuz we were both too stubborn to go in first but that @lmnp eventually won cuz I was being a sexist dick hahahaha)

Then at the end of the night, I said to Blondie – “this was fun, we should do this (or something else) again – if you want.”  And she said something like – “yeah sure” and smiled

Then when I got back to my apartment, about twenty minutes later I sent her a text saying how “I keep forgetting – but here’s my full name – and you can add me on Facebook if you want.”  (I want to friend her on Facebook cuz A) I still don’t know her full name and B) to see if she has a significant other) (not that Facebook is like the official way of finding that out – I mean she could have a secret lover, who knows, but it’s more info, you know?)  And she (after like 2 hrs) texted me back saying she had fun and that she’s not on Facebook too much but she’ll definitely add me.  

Anyway, I’m incredibly long winded – but, to quote Bilbo Baggins – it was undoubtedly “a night to remember…”

[jonsa-creatives]

I Dream of Jonnie

Jonsa Summer Challenge - Day 5 - Firsts or Dreams

Submitted by @lathwell55​

Sansa coughed and spluttered as she screwed her eyes shut tight against the swirling puffs of dust coming off of the old brassware. The trinket she was polishing had been part of a lot that Sansa bought at auction meant for her vintage tea rooms. Utterly charmed by the collection of fine bone china with dainty floral decal that made up part of the mismatched lot, Sansa remembers the elation of being declared the highest bidder at auction as she excitedly waved her little paddle with her dedicated number on. 

Having long ago integrated the little teacups, saucers, sugar bowls and teapots to her vast collection in use at Lemontree Tea Rooms, now her attention had been turned to the sad looking box of odd and ends that came with her prized china. Thinking she might fetch a fair price for it on ebay, with her little pot of polish and a rag, Sansa had set to work on a brass oil lamp. That was when a sudden outpouring of black dust began to come spewing out of the funnel, the lamp itself grew unbearably hot and was suddenly no longer within her grasp, as if the object had leapt from her hands.

The dust cloud grew and grew, it became so large that Sansa wondered how on earth all that dust could have possibly fit inside the little oil lamp? The deep dark colour of the mist brought with it a rapid panic as Sansa’s lounge was quickly engulfed in black. And then, quite suddenly, the cloud receded as if being swallowed and sucked back into the piece of brass laid on the floor. Sansa continued to cough into her fist, her eyes screwed shut and her other hand waving about wildly at a fog that was no longer there.  

“What the fuck was that all about?” She muttered to herself.

“Sorry about that - it’s been a while” came an unexpected male voice.

Sansa’s eyes flew open and she let loose a scream.

“No! No! No! Shit!” The dark haired intruder flustered as he waved his arms about “I’m not…I’m not here to hurt you” he winced through her screaming. Sansa rose from her seat on the couch and began backing away, her chest heaving from fright and the exertion form her scream, she picked up the nearest object to hand - which happened to be a magazine - she rolled it up in her hands whilst continuing to back away from the intruder.

The man’s eyebrows raised and he smirked as his hands stayed in their surrendering pose. “Are you gonna swat me like a fly milady?” He asked in amusement.

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!” Sansa shouted, waving the rolled up magazine wildly about.

“Calm down, I-”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! A STRANGE MAN IS IN MY FLAT AND-”

The man had snapped his fingers and just like that, Sansa’s voice was gone. Her mouth was moving, but no noise was escaping. She clutched her throat and then rounded on the stranger with the magazine again, mouthing her silent words ‘what have you done to my voice!?’

“Sorry about that” he said as he started looking around her lounge before walking over to her bookshelf and starting to stroke the book spines and picking up her ornaments and framed photos for his curious inspection. “Your shrieking wasn’t helping.”

Sansa threw her arms up in exasperation. She then folded them over her chest and watched him as he assessed her decor and nick-knacks. He was dressed rather oddly for a thief - he had smart, black, quite high-waisted suit trousers on that looked as if they had been starched and pressed within an inch of their life, he wore a pristine crisp white shirt, topped off with braces and a bowtie. His jet back hair had far too much hair gel in it and was slicked to a side parting.  

“Look, I’m not here to hurt you, or steal from you or anything like that” the man turned to face her, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his feet - that were encased in the shiniest shoes Sansa had ever seen. “I’m here to help you actually.”

Sansa stared blankly at the man, hoping all would start to make sense very soon.

“That lamp” he inclined his head towards the piece of brass on her rug “you rubbed it didn’t you?” Sansa nodded. The man started making a rolling gesture with both hands, as if he was urging her thoughts to connect the dots more quickly. Sansa unfolded her arms. Her mouth hung open. She mouthed the words ‘you’re a fucking genie?!’ “Jon” the man says, taking a few long strides and offering his hand. Sansa stares at it blankly.

“If I give you your voice back, do you promise not to scream?”

Sansa gives one sharp nod, Jon clicks his fingers.

“Why are you dressed like that?” She asks. The man looks down at his clothes and then back to her, assessing what she’s wearing - and letting his eyes linger a little too long in certain areas, making her pull her dressing gown together to cover her little camisole top and sleep shorts. Jon clears his throat, somehow making it sound like an apology. “Where are your harem pants and little jacket thingy?”

“Ahh yes, the traditional genie attire - always hated that get-up” Jon scoffs. “What year is it anyway?” he asks, snatching the rolled up magazine from Sansa’s hand.

“2017″

Sansa watches him curiously as he’s flicking through the pages. He nods to himself at some of the photos, clicks his finger and all of a sudden, he’s in tight grey jeans, boots, a black henley and his hair is tied neatly at the back of his head in a ‘man-bun’.

“Wow” Sansa breathes before cursing her slip. Jon grins back at her. 

“Thanks! I haven’t been out of that sodding thing since 1926! Feels good to stretch the ol’ magical muscles, so to speak”

“This isn’t real” she whispers to herself in disbelief. “You’re a genie? A real-life magical genie?”

“Yep.”

“So…do I get-?”

“Three wishes? Indeed you do…what’ll it be?”

Three weeks. Three weeks and Jon’s new Wish Master had not chosen one wish yet. Not that he was complaining. Sansa Stark was by far the most attractive Master he’d ever had - and once she had begun to relax around him more (letting him at least sleep in her guest bedroom instead of back in his lamp that she would then lock in her safety deposit box overnight) Jon came to realise that she was also the sweetest Master he’d ever worked for too. He wished he could stay as her genie forever.

But he knew Sansa wasn’t hanging on to her wishes through want of his prolonged company. No, she was just one of those. One of those people who like to plan - like to make sure that the decisions they make are the right ones. She was simply taking her time. And then, once he grants her third and final wish, he’ll be sucked back into that infernal lump of brass once more until some other unsuspecting person rubs his lamp and he has a new Wish Master. And on and on it will go.

Jon rakes his fingers through his hair and sighs at the thought of moving on from Sansa.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Oh nothing” he reassures with a false smile. She doesn’t buy it.

“Want some?” Sansa asks, pointing her spoon loaded with mint choc-chip ice cream at him “it always cheers me up.”

Jon concedes and grabs the spoon, wrapping his mouth around the pale green icy cold substance as Sansa watches the movement.

“Oh this is good” he says, slightly surprised before licking the remnants from the spoon and digging it back into the tub in Sansa’s hand to retrieve more.

“Uh-huh” she says, looking a little dazed. Shaking her head she furrows her brows “do you even need to eat?”

“No, not really…doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate some good flavours though. I like tasting things.”

“Uh-huh” she repeats, her gaze still intent on his mouth. 

“What is it?…Have I got something on my face?” Jon asks self-consciously, licking all around his lips.

“NO! NO!..err.. I mean -” Sansa averts her eyes and clears her throat before carrying on in a calmer tone “no…you’re good” she nods. Jon shrugs.

“So you thought any more about your wishes?”

“Uh!” Sansa flops down onto the bar stool at her kitchen island “it’s just so hard to decide!…what do people normally wish for?”

“Well” Jon starts, taking a seat on the other stool “after they stop trying to get me to grant the un-grantables they-”

“The un-grantables?”

“Yeah…you know, wishing for more wishes, bringing people back from the dead, making someone fall in love with you etc etc” Jon rattled off.

“Oh yeah…those.”

“Yeah, so after they try me with the un-grantables, I get a lot of ‘I wish I was rich’, ‘I wish I was famous’, ‘I wish I had a massive dick’.”

Sansa failed to contain a coughing fit, causing Jon to lean over and gently pat her back. She waved him off “Wow…umm…you get a lot of that?”

“Yeah….I dunno…it seems important to human men” Jon shrugs “..at least important enough to waste a wish on.”

“You consider that a waste?” Sansa asked, swiping the spoon back from her genie and hiding her curious expression by pretending to be far too interested in the remaining ice cream in the tub.

“Well I wouldn’t really know as I’ve never-”

“You’re a virgin?! You’re….what was it?….2500 years old and you’re a virgin?!”

“2431 years old actually” Jon corrects with a roll of his eyes “and it would be pretty hard for me to….you know…since I don’t even have a-”

Jon trails off, waving his hand in the general direction of his crotch. Sansa’s mouth falls open. “You don’t have a-….Why not? What do you have?” she asks, staring at the juncture of his legs.

“I’m a genie Sansa, not a human…there’s just nothing there.”

“Like a Ken doll?!”

Jon laughs and scrubs at the back of his neck. “yeah…like a Ken doll.”

“How do genies… procreate?”

“We don’t” he shrugs “We were made with magic, back when it was stronger in the world….there were about 10 of us in all and we’ve just….existed….a lot of our time is spent between Masters…there’s less of us now of course….I heard Theon’s lamp got buried in an as yet undiscovered Egyptian tomb…so I guess he’s just waiting for some archaeologist to unearth him….then I heard Val got lucky and managed to get her final Master to wish her to become human.”

“Is that what you want? To be human?” 

“I’d just like to be free” Jon shrugged, swiping back the ice cream and spoon.

Sansa studied him before making up her mind. “I’ll wish you were human…if that’s what you want?”

Jon’s breathing slowed and his hand holding the spoon stilled. His heart raced as he slowly brought his eyes to meet Sansa’s. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll do it” She takes a deep inhaling breath, looking like she is about to declare the words - her wish that is also his. 

“Wait! What about your other two wishes? Once I’m human, I won’t be able to grant you anything.”

“You can’t give me what I really want anyway” Sansa says, in a small voice, staring unseeing at a fixed point over Jon’s shoulder.

“And what’s that?” he asks gently.

“To love someone, and have them love me back. Truly, unconditionally…..you can’t grant me that.” 

There’s a story or two behind the sadness in her eyes - this much Jon knows. Maybe she’ll tell him those stories, maybe she won’t, but she is wrong about one thing. “I could.” Jon declares softly. “I think I’m already half in love with you already…” he explains after seeing the confused look on her face.

Sansa scans his features for any falsity or mocking, her own expression softening slightly when she finds none. 

“But you’ve only known me for two weeks.”

“Three.”

“Yes - because that extra week makes all the difference” Sansa responds sarcastically. Jon rolls his eyes and huffs before taking the spoon and ice cream from her and setting it down on the kitchen island so that he is able to scoop up her hands in his.

“There is other magic in this world besides genie magic Sansa….I’d like to share it with you…if you want me to?”

“I…” she stutters, taking a gulp and watching the way Jon’s thumbs sweep softly across her knuckles “I think I’d like that.”

Bringing her hands up to his lips, Jon places a gentle kiss on her skin and gives her an encouraging smile. “Your other two wishes then?…what will it be my love?”

Sansa’s eyes start to scan her kitchen, as if it might hold some helpful clues. She frowns when she spies the tub of mint choc-chip. “More ice cream”.

“Seriously?”

Sansa nods enthusiastically.

“Alright” Jon shrugs. He snaps his fingers and three extra tubs of ice cream appear on the island counter. Sansa grabs her spoon and tears open one of the new tubs, closing her eyes and letting out a little groan of relish as the spoon slips out of her lips. Jon watches her intently, making her blush a little.

“Will…umm….once you’re human….you’ll have….all the human parts?”

“Err….yes…I guess I will.” Jon says, his own cheeks turning a bit pink in turn.

“Ok” Sansa says, licking her spoon clean and placing it down on the counter-top “for my second wish…..I wish for…condoms.” Jon’s eyes widen. He gulps and clicks his fingers. His eyes never leave her as there’s suddenly a literal shower of shiny square packets. They instantly drop everywhere - piled on the counter-tops, all over the floor and even in the sink. There must be hundreds. Sansa lets out a bark of laughter. “Plan on being busy do we?”

“Better safe than sorry.” he grins.

Sansa picks out a foil packet that has somehow managed to wind up in her hair, she raises her brows as she’s scrutinising the writing on it. “XXL huh?”

“Apparently size is important.”

Sansa giggles prettily, her eyes dance and sparkle and Jon thinks that he may not be half in love with her after all….perhaps he’s fallen completely, never to return. He barely knows what he’s doing until it’s done - he’s taken her face in his hands and is kissing her rosy lips. He’s sloppy and unpractised but after her initial swallowed gasp and shock, Sansa guides him to a slower pace.

Pulling away, he stares at her, his breaths ragged and his lips slightly swollen. He slides his hands from either side of her face down to her slender neck, fingers speared through her hair at the base of it and his thumbs brushing gently against her cheekbones.

“It…err…when you want to…use..one of those…it will be my first time….you might need to go easy on me” Jon says with a self-deprecating, nervous laugh. Sansa wraps her hands around his wrists, stroking the skin she finds there.

“As long as you go easy on me with your massive magical monster cock.”

As their combined laughter fades, Jon swears he feels the air in the room shift. Sansa gives his wrists a squeeze and offers him a soft smile with twinkling eyes.

“Are you ready for my final wish Jon?”

[the-emophoenix-hoard]

all of the asks? I'm a dick :3

Omg okie

lol I’m assuming you’re the same anon that asked me for all the questions those other times

Im gonna put it under the cut 

The meaning behind my url: lol idek, one of my old college frens was hobovampire and I wanted to do something along those lines idk

A picture of me: It won’t let me add one but here http://the-emophoenix.tumblr.com/post/161402700146/i-was-tagged-by-spookyowlfren-idek-i-had-to

How many tattoos I have and what they are: I don’t have any yet

Last time I cried and why: Death of my favourite character in Lost

Piercings I have: Technically two ear piercings but they’ve closed up, I’m planning on getting them redone over the next few weeks

Favourite band: TOP, Linkin Park and Fall Out Boy

Biggest turn offs: idrk I’m ace asf but being a dick make me wanna be as far away from someone as possible

Top 5 (insert subject): you gonna need to give me a subject bruh

Tattoos I want:  I want an Undertale heart, the TOP skeleton keys and a watercolour owl

Biggest turn ons: again idrk, but just be nice to everyone and you’ll see people wanna spend more time with you

Age: 19

Ideas of a perfect date: idk bruh

Life goal: Just be happy and safe, and I wanna complete my comic too I need to actually start tho

Piercings I want: I wanna get gauges in both ears and maybe a cartilage piercing too

Relationship status: Single as a pringle my dude

Favourite movie: My inner nerd will always love Transformers and Avatar but Kingsman and p much any Ghibli are my faves

A fact about my life: ummmmm idk lol

Phobia: Falling lol, I’m okie with heights but I panic when I feel like I’m falling, like in planes when they cut the engines for a moment or big rollercoasters, I can’t stand those mental fairground rides

Middle name: Bruh I have 3

Height: around 5′6 I think

Are you a virgin?: Yeeeee boi

What’s your shoe size?: 6 or 7 UK size, depends on the brand

What’s your sexual orientation?: Def asexual but romantically  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?: I drink sometimes with the gang but never enough to be drunk

Someone you miss: my family mostly

What’s one thing you regret?: Leaving home without waking mum up when my stepdad told me to, he isn’t talking to me now because of it

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Chris Hemsworth or Chris Pratt?? idk I love the marvel bois

Favourite ice cream?: Vanilla and mint choc chip ^w^

One insecurity: I’m worried I’ll never be able to live up to what others think I’m capable of, I’m worried others are gonna leave me too

What my last text message says: I’m proud of you 

Have you ever taken a picture naked?: Ew nah

Have you ever painted your room?: Yeee of course

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?: Nah

Have you ever slept naked?: bruh if you live in a country that normally wet and windy and normally around 15*C and for one week it shoots up to 36*C and you’re telling me you sleep in jammies for that week I wanna see proof

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?: I don’t think so lol

Have you ever had a crush?: Nah

Have you ever been dumped?: No but I dumped someone else cringe

Have you ever stole money from a friend?: Hell no, why on earth would I steal from my buds?

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?: No stranger danger!!!!! I think I did once tho when my frens were with me and they knew them

Have you ever been in a fist fight?: I think when I was like 7??? I don’t remember but I was v anger child

Have you ever snuck out of your house?: Nah the old man would’ve caught me cos he’s a really light sleeper, I’ve had no reason to either, my parents house is tiny anyway

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?: Nope, I’m starting to see a theme with these, wow my life is boring

Have you ever been arrested?: Nah

Have you ever made out with a stranger?: Ew no

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?: sorta ech cringe

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?: Fuck no! I would’ve been kicked from here to next week

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbour?: Well because all of my neighbours have been creepy weirdos or people I still haven’t met yet since moving into college nahh

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?: Yeeee, We finished all our assignments and we had no reason to go to class anymore so we went to the park for an entire day

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?: Sleepovers with the gang of course but not like slept together 

Have you ever seen someone die?: No and I hope I never have to

Have you ever been on a plane?: yeyeyeye multiple times, mostly to see family in Sicily, but I’ve been to Greece and Pompeii too

Have you ever kissed a picture?: yeyeyeyeyeyey

Have you ever slept in until 3?: bruh p much every day

Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now?: I love my frens and family equally and I miss the ones I’ve left behind and the ones I can’t be with when we need

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?: yeyeye of course

Have you ever made a snow angel?: Dude snow is my fave

Have you ever played dress up?: Not for a long time lol

Have you ever cheated while playing a game?: Probably???? not for a v long time I think but I can be v competitive 

Have you ever been lonely?: All the time rip

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?: haha yees

Have you ever been to a club?: yeyeyeey it was good fun but its not really my thing

Have you ever felt an earthquake?: Well I slept through the two I was in when I was younger and some of my classmates swear they felt one when we were in Italy

Have you ever touched a snake?: Gimme the snek!!!

Have you ever ran a red light?: Nah I don’t drive yet

Have you ever been suspended from school?: Nope, I’ve never gone that far

Have you ever had detention?: Many times, and always for stupid things cos my school was way too strict, mostly for missing homework tbh

Have you ever been in a car accident?: Yeee, only a small one tho

Have you ever hated the way you look?: Yeeeeee, I feel way more confident in myself with short hair now

Have you ever witnessed a crime?: I don’t think so, If I have I probs didn’t know it was happening

Have you ever pole danced?: Nope

Have you ever been lost?: Mum driving down to London and many times since leaving home

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?: Well I’ve been to Land’s End and Norfolk, but I haven’t been further north than Snowdon, does that count???

Have you ever felt like dying?: Yeep and I came v close to actually doing it during my last month or so at home, my frens were the ones that kept me going, I made a promise

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?: yeee, Unfortunately

Have you ever sang karaoke?: yeee when Mamma mia came out and Abba was a thing again

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?: Yeeep

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?: Yep and its cos my lil brother did the exact same thing

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?: Nah 

Have you ever kissed in the rain?: Nope

Have you ever sang in the shower?: All the time yeyeye

Have you ever made out in a park?: No am virgin bruh plus ew cringe

Have you ever dream that you married someone?: I think maybe once after going to my cousins wedding

Have you ever glued your hand to something?: I superglued my hand to my shoe while trying to fix a hole in said shoe

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flagpole?: No but I dared a fren to and laughed

Have you ever gone to school partially naked?: No? are kids in America okie?

Have you ever been a cheerleader?: Nah, none of my schools have had big enough teams for that

Have you ever sat on a roof top?: Nah but it would be nice to watch the stars from the roof

Have you ever brush your teeth?: Well I’ve been on this planet for nearly 20 years, it would be kinda worrying if I hadn’t yet lol

Have you ever too scared to watch scary movies alone?: Alien, I haven’t been able to watch it all the way through, my mum scarred me lol

Have you ever played chicken?: I think for a school trip into Dartmoor to see who would jump off the highest rock into the gorge pools, I failed lol, I didn’t even want to climb up see Q18

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?: Yep, my swimming club were arseholes

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?: A few times but its mostly when dickheads say it to make me uncomfortable, yeee those guys

Have you ever broken a bone?: I think I fractured my thumb when I was smol and mum thought I fractured my back when I got knocked out for the first time

Have you ever been easily amused?: yee course, thats just me lol

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?: Everytime with @spookyowlfren and too many times with the gang

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?: probs when I was smol

Have you ever cheated on a test?: Nope, if I have it was never one that mattered

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?: fuck yes, thank good for name tags

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?: yeyeeyeye and I love them to bits, its always a weird experience meeting with them IRL cos I’m so used to listening to them, its like meeting an old fren you haven’t seen in years even tho we talk every day

Have you ever give us one thing about you that no one knows.: Idrk… I’ve always been really honest with you guys