#if you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine

[summershandystan]

Not to point out the obvious, but the way the sun is used as a metaphor for happiness consistently throughout the discography just overwhelms me

[astrangerlately]

[thedilaraosman]

“Quem você acha que é seu match?” Alena era uma das pessoas que ela não conseguia... decifrar. Enquanto algumas das mulheres tinha óbvias opções de quem eram seus matches com Alena... Bem, Dee poderia diminuir para Tripp e Nathan, mas até ai esses era as suas possibilidades de match também. Ela já tinha chegado ao ponto de que estava no processo de eliminação pelos outros. Estava exausta, e já nem sabia se conseguiria continuar a se doar no processo quando ela só recebia portas fechadas na sua cara. ( @lenamorales​ )

[a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist]

𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑇𝑟𝑦 𝑇𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐽𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠

𝐼'𝑚 𝐴𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝐶𝑟𝑦

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝐴 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒

"𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑂��𝑎𝑦 𝐼𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑈𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦, "

𝐼 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑚

"𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐴 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐴𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑁𝑜 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐸𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟."

@inthepines-inthepines

[theholypeanut]

★○★ Blue Lock Dere ★○★

Content: Which Blue Lock dere they become when they crush on you? Warning: toxic behaviour! Slightly swearing

Various bllk characters, gn!reader

Yandere

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Before you guys even get to know each other more, he probably already knows everything about you. Your favourite drink? Consider it done. Ah, you usually forget your umbrella, here, we can share mine. Ah it’s very cold today, I have second sweatshirt, you can wear mine. He is always there for you, when you need him, and when you don’t know you need him (yet). If any other guy would show the slightest interest in you, he is quietly removed behind the scenes and you’ll never even know his name. Because why would you even want to know that, silly? You have him.

REO, NESS, Shidou (hear me out, possessive Shidou>>>), Aryu

Tsundere

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Be careful, tsundere mode activated. Whenever this guy is crushing on you, he will tease you, be mean to you, and if you say anything remotely suggestive to them, they will just get red and deny everything. He acts like he doesn’t care for you at all, but whenever he does anything nice for you, he can feel his ears getting hot. He borrowed you his sweatshirt but don’t get any ideas, idiot. Uhhh okay, you can have some of his dessert, just stop whining. Him blushing is an actual gift from God - you’d never expect such a huge, manly guy getting flustered like a teenage girl.

KARASU, Kaiser, RIN, BAROU, Raichi

Kuudere

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When this man has a crush on you, you wouldn’t know. He is always all cool and reserved around you, probably sometimes he would send you a polite smile, but he gives you no clues that he holds any romantic feelings towards you. He might borrow you the notebook, share an umbrella, but he looks like it’s another Tuesday for him. Only people around you might notice this tiny blush on his ears after your interaction, but they might just think they hallucinate, because his face is like stone.

Chigiri, SAE, Kenyu, Nagi, HIORI

Bakadere

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That one adorable ball of sunshine who is always goofing around you, is absolutely disrespectful to your personal space, but in a cute, playful ways. He always puts his arm around you, hug you good morning, doesn’t feel bad just acting all stupid with you.

BACHIRA, Nanase

Deredere

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The shy one. Around his crush he is an absolute mess - getting flustered for now reason, stutter whenever you ask him a question, getting nervous whenever you are a little too close. Probably need to mentally prepare himself for hours to act all cool and collected, while inside he is just screaming.

Tokimitsu, Iemon, KUNIGAMI, Isagi, Niko

No dere just smooth, bc this bitches just flirt with everything that moves

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Okay, listen. This guy have no time to play dere games with you, he will just flirt with you like a God, and make you feel like in a shoujo manga (or Josei smut if you play your cards right). They are straightforward with their feelings, asking you shamelessly for your number and calling you baby girl in public. Playful flirty playboys don’t have time for dere bullshit.

AIKU, OTOYA (cheaters playboy VIP launch)

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By slowlyholypeanut - please do not steal, put on other websites, share without credit, love u

[henrydryden]

“Escorpião?” Ele perguntou com uma sobrancelha levantada e os lábios comprimidos num sorriso. “Tem certeza que não está falando do seu namorado, S? Eu sou de Áries,” ele disse e então riu dela. Não podia acreditar que ela não se lembrava da resposta que tinha acabado de ouvir. “Independente, sincero, auto-suficiente... Não acredito que você não conseguiu ver isso.” Não que ele soubesse muitos adjetivos dos signos que não fosse o seu e, honestamente, nem se importava com aquilo. Para ele, horóscopo era uma grande idiotice. “I don’t know,” ele falou pensativamente, “honestamente, eu acho que votaria em Spencer e Alejandra, pelo motivo de que se eles não forem um match, eles dois ficam com menos possibilidades de match que o resto da casa, se nós não formos um match, você ainda fica um a mais. E Dimitri e Dilara... Não sei. Você acha que eles podem ser um match? Eles são parecidos e se levarmos pela mesma lógica da gente...” Era claro que Henry tinha opiniões sobre os matches, mas ele não gostava de dividir nada que não fosse puramente as probabilidades. “Mas se eles não forem um match, fica na mesma situação que a gente, só que pelo menos a gente sentou numa cerimônia, e eliminaria a dúvida de uma luz,” ele esperava que a casa pensasse em tudo aquilo, mas não sabia se iriam. “Com certeza,” ele disse, mas tinha um pouco de dúvida que seria tão fácil assim. O grupo que estava ali era... Complicado. Pegou o copo da mão dela. “Nada contra cozinhar, mas nem se você fosse o jantar seria melhor que o barco, no offense. Sabia que esse é um dos motivos pelo qual às vezes eu acho que não somos um match? Eu preciso de alguém que me lembre que o físico não é tudo e a gente... Bem, é físico. Só que, se não for você, eu não sei quem vai ser,” ele disse com sinceridade.

Serena colocou as mãos na cintura com um sorriso satisfeito: gostava de ganhar e aparentemente ela estava ficando boa naqueles desafios. “Não acredito que você também é escorpião, somos a mesma pessoa?” Ela arqueou as sobrancelhas e deu de ombros “Isso explica o sexo” ela garantiu antes de mover o queixo com a direção que os chamavam para entrar no catamarã “Acha que vão votar em nós dessa vez?” Ela perguntou enquanto olhava os outros dois casais - definitivamente a escolha mais caótica e desagradável possível em sua visão, mas definitivamente iria tentar aproveitar. Gostava dos momentos fora da casa e gostava da companhia de Henry. Ao entrar no catamarã, percebeu que eram os primeiros - isso fazia a parecer ansiosa? Talvez. Ela logo pegou duas taças do welcome drink que estavam oferecendo e entregou um a ele “Vamos curtir ok? Esse passeio vai ser ainda melhor que o de cozinhar” ela deu uma risada e levantou o copo “E já pode ir tirando essa blusa, eu nem sei porque você botou ela. Você nunca usa camiseta”

@henrydryden

[thebohemianloner]

And if you need a little sunshine,

you can borrow some of mine.

[ashpkat]

and if you need a little sunshine/ you can borrow some of mine

[starkstruck27]

Quick little thing before I go to bed tonight. I'll probably post on Ao3 sometime tomorrow. Have a good night my dears!!

It was just another regular Wednesday. Nothing special about it at all. But yet it was the greatest day of Billy's entire life.

Better than the day he'd successfully ridden his first wave.

Better than the day his dad let him quit baseball without so much as a scratch left behind.

Better than the day he'd finally gotten his beloved car to run for the first time all by himself.

And it was just a typical Wednesday afternoon.

Still, Billy had been floating on air ever since that moment, the one that made this day better than any other day of his life.

He hadn't been having a good day up until that point. First, his locker jammed and he got in trouble for being late to class, then some freshman idiot tripped in the cafeteria and spilled his lunch all over him, then he banged his head on a desk when he leaned over to hand a girl the pencil she dropped, then his car almost didn't start as he was finally able to head for home. All in all, it was just a shitty day, and he was glad that Max was staying after school today for some club or another, because he didn't need to hear her constant complaining as he tried to get the Camaro to just fucking start.

It was clear that he needed a jump, but by the time he'd finally given up on turning the key and having it quit on him time and again, everybody was in too much of a mad dash to get home to even notice that he needed help. So he stood there in the parking lot, having a smoke while he debated which would be more embarrassing and awful: walking home and having to have Susan come back with him to give him a jump, or going back inside and asking one of the principals to do it. He was honestly about to settle for just walking home, but then he heard someone beside him ask, "Need a jump?"

And the ironic thing is, he did get a jump when he heard that voice, just not the kind that would help him start his car. It was the kind that made his heart get all fluttery and stuck in his throat, like a deranged butterfly trying to escape an enclosure.

"Yeah, actually. That'd be great, thanks," he replied, turning to fix his gaze on the boy that made him light up like sunshine. The prettiest boy in school, no, in Hawkins, no, in the entire world. The only person who could make Billy's anger melt away like butter and make flowers bloom in his brain just by smiling. The boy who Billy had been in love with from the first time he'd ever seen him and only fell harder for as they'd gone from bitter rivals to amicable acquaintances to eventually best friends. The one and only Steve Harrington.

"Yeah, of course dude. It sucks when your battery quits out on you. Mine did last year when I was on a road trip with some friends and it had to be towed. It was not fun." Steve said with a laugh that made Billy's entire chest swell. "Do you have cables or do you need to borrow mine?"

"Uh, no, I've got some." Billy said, feeling his face heating up for no reason. He’d blame it on the sun, but it was clearly not sunburn. After all, Billy only really tanned, never burned, and sunburn doesn't usually come on that fast and that intense. Still, he didn't have another excuse handy, so if Steve asked, that'd have to do.

"Alright, cool. I'll just bring my car around and you can pop your hood in the meantime. Be right back," Steve said, jogging off to another part of the parking lot to retrieve his vehicle. Billy tried not to stare as he left, focusing instead on getting the cables from his trunk and attaching them to the battery properly as Steve pulled his car into the space next to him. He'd slipped on a pair of sunglasses before getting out of the car and lifting its hood, and Billy couldn't help but feel the sad little sigh escaping him now that he couldn't see those gorgeous hazel eyes.

"You got 'em attached?" Steve asked as he held out his hands for the other end of the cables.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Billy said, feeling like a complete idiot as he did. He thought that the nervous little hesitations of his voice that only came out when he talked to cute boys was a thing he'd left behind in California, but apparently he was mistaken. Thankfully, Steve didn't seem to notice, or at least didn't comment on it, as Billy placed the cables in his hands. He hoped, no, prayed that he also didn't notice when his breathing got funky when he felt sparks simmering on his skin where their hands touched.

After they got the cables attached properly and went back to their cars to turn the keys, Billy was able to breathe normally again, but it didn't quite last. He found himself staring at Steve through the windows, the way his hair flopped into his face as he leaned over the steering wheel, the way his tongue poked out between his lips as he concentrated, the way his hands flexed when he turned the keys. It was all so enchanting, and Billy couldn't help but feel... enamored.

Yeah, enamored.

He'd learned that word in English class earlier that day, just before he hit his head on the desk, and it was the only word he could think of to describe the way he felt when he looked at Steve Harrington, the boy he loved more than life itself and who would die never knowing what he did to him. He couldn't ever know, because Steve was cool with queer people, knew about Billy and his other best friend Robin and the Byers kid and was supportive of all of them, but he was swinging for a different team, and so Billy had made up his mind a long time ago to never tell him any of that. Maybe it would kill him a little more each day, maybe it would burn him up with a jealousy so intense it would consume him, maybe it would make him give up hope of ever finding somebody who would feel the same way about him as he felt about Steve, but he would suffer through it. Because Steve would find a nice girl and settle down and live his American dream life like he'd always hoped for, and Billy could deal with all that, as long as Steve was happy in the long run. That's all he wanted was for Steve to be happy. It just made him miserable that he would never be happy with him.

Billy was yanked out of his thoughts by the sound of his car roaring to life, finally getting enough juice in it to at least get him to the auto parts store so he could get a new battery. He smiled a little at the noise, but it felt hollow after all the things he'd just been thinking about. Especially when he saw Steve jump up out of his car again, a bright grin plastered on his face as he did a corny little happy dance before giving Billy back his jumper cables.

"You think you'll be able to make it home?" Steve asked, and Billy had to squash down the stirring of his heart. Steve was just a concerned friend, he was merely being polite in asking. It's not like he was trying to come up with more for them to talk about now that the job was done and he could head home himself.

"I think so. She was working fine this morning. Probably just needs a new battery sooner than later, but I can get one on my way home and switch it out." Billy replied, finding it hard to look Steve in the eyes, even with his shades on.

"Okay. Well, call me if you need help with it or if you need a ride tomorrow, alright?" He said, and Billy nodded.

And then, the most wonderful thing in the entire world happened.

Steve smiled that gorgeous smile again, then reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Billy's ear, and then he let his hand drift down to cup his jaw gently, and just as Billy started to get a grip on that through the rushing of the blood in his ears, Steve leaned down and kissed him.

Billy felt like the entire world had been gray up to this point, and when Steve kissed him, sweetly and gently and hot enough to melt flesh from bone, it exploded into nothing but bright colors. He could feel his heart exploding like one of those firecrackers in old cartoons, the ones that would blow up the whole screen and make a cheesy sound effect when they went off. He wondered if anyone else had felt this way when they kissed Steve, or if it was just something that he felt because he was down so bad for the other boy. He had no way of knowing, and he was fine with that, because at least it meant that there was a possibility that it was only him, and no one else could say that they'd felt it, too.

And just as quickly as it happened, it was over.

Steve had only just pecked him on the lips, really, but it still felt like the most meaningful thing he'd ever done or would ever do to Billy. It reminded him of when they'd learned about the Big Bang Theory in science. The entire universe exploding and condensing in a fraction of a second, and yet it created thousands of galaxies and enough matter that the planets and stars and everything could result from it. That was what it felt like to be kissed by Steve Harrington, like any and everything that would ever matter was created just in that one moment.

And when Steve leaned back again, a serene, lazy and carefree smile on his lips, all he said was, "Bye, Billy!" before waving over his shoulder like a dork and jumping in his car to head home.

Billy waved shyly back as Steve backed up and drove away, his face on fire as if he had magma in his veins instead of blood and a disbelieving, timid kind of smile on his face as he did. He never thought 'timid' would ever be a word he used to describe himself, but when Steve Harrington did things to him, nothing made much sense anymore.

Billy got in his car then after slamming the hood down, the smile refusing to leave his face as his lips still tingled with the feeling of Steve's covering them, and he drove straight home once he left the school's parking lot. He could always replace his battery tomorrow, and even if he couldn't get his car to start in the morning, all he'd have to do is call Steve for a ride. But right now, all he needed was to get home and to his room, where he could relish the feeling of Steve kissing him in peace.

As soon as he got into his bedroom and got the door shut, he fell facefirst onto his bed, grabbing the pillow and doing that little laugh-scream thing that you always see girls doing in chick flicks. Turns out, it actually does feel that good when the guy you never thought you could have actually wants you, and doing the scream-laugh thing actually does heighten the high you get from it. Billy would never admit this to anyone in a million kajillion years, but he couldn't help but kick his legs a little as he laid there on his stomach with his face in his pillow, giggling like a middle school girl as he thought of tomorrow morning, trying to plan out what he'd say on the phone when he called Steve. Maybe his car would be working fine tomorrow, but if it gave him the chance of possibly getting to kiss Steve again, he could pretend it wasn't. Steve wouldn't call him out on it, anyway. And even if he did, Billy now knew the perfect way to make him shut his trap.

[mauveymouse]

if you need a little sunshine, you can borrow some of mine :)

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Comfort Masterlist

All My Friends (ao3) - Headgehog_Louis007 michael/calum, luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Having an anxiety attack on your birthday is less than ideal, but it helps when your boyfriend knows what to do, and spending the day with your favorite people makes you feel better.

Baby (ao3) - awesomek1998 michael/calum N/R, 877

Summary: Calum's absolutely terrified for their first show, but Michael knows how to help his baby.

Comfort Crowd (ao3) - valiantnerd (arareads) luke/calum G, 831

Summary: He’s acquainted with comforting Luke, everyone around him is. Luke’s just the kind of person who likes reassurance and who starts to catastrophize and spiral if he doesn’t receive it often enough. What Calum’s unacquainted with is the helplessness strewn all over Luke’s face, and his heart won’t calm down for long enough for him to come up with a game plan; so, he’s left there staring at Luke as if the answer to both their troubles might be encoded in one of the small sighs, he lets out every so often.

Calum finds Luke crying and does his best to help out.

Daddy's little boy (ao3) - Malum calum/ashton N/R, 985

Summary: Sometimes Ashton would get so caught up he forgot it wasn't just about him.

i'll be your eyes (you be my face) (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: 'cause darling, i get scared for you, and i'm not busy anyway.

It’s unspoken, but Luke is pretty sure they’re trading off on who gets to have a breakdown every week. (Or, Luke and Ashton help each other. Heal each other. Same thing.)

it's going to be okay - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/ashton G, 4k

Summary: Michael is a big name celebrity, in the same group as Harry Styles and Taylor Swift. He has supportive husband Ashton by his side, but not everything is sunshine and rainbows for the couple.

Lonely Eyes (ao3) - punchinginadream luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: "If you need a little sunshine, you can borrow some of mine." / ashton is sad and he doesn't know why he's sad which makes it that much worse and he feels like he's drowning but luckily luke knows how to keep ashton above water

mirrorball (ao3) - no_clue_who T, 1k

Summary: The zoom call was less than ideal. They had been told that the tour was going to be pushed back, this summer is too soon for everything to be cleared out and safe. Ashton knew that they were all upset at what happened, Calum and Michael both hung up the second they could to cement how upset they were. Luke hadn’t said a word since they got told about the postponement, just sitting there in silence.

no love sincerer (than the love of food) (ao3) - TempestRising N/R, 4k

Summary: 5 times One Direction fed 5 Seconds of Summer / 1 time One Direction needed feeding.

PRETTY (ao3) - lvclei G, 1k

Summary: Michael just likes pretty flowers, what's so wrong with that?

red line (who am i?) (ao3) - jetblackash calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Ashton Irwin rides the Red Line to escape his thoughts.

Calum Hood finds him.

sending shivers right down my spine (ao3) - mukelftv luke/calum T, 836

Summary: luke and calum move in together.

sit back and i’ll drive you to (all the pretty places) - @sup3rbloom​ (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor)

Summary: After Luke has the worst summer ever, his boyfriend suggests that they get out of town together and make the best of the summer they have left.

speak soft (ao3) - orphan_account G, 1k

Summary: luke and ashton are roommates. luke has a headache and ashton doesn't like seeing him in pain.

Weight Of The Wrong Skin (ao3) - cthheaven N/R, 1k

Summary: After the 5sauce skit, the dress he wore gets Luke reconsidering a lot of things in his life.

Or, the one where Luke realizes he's trans.

wherever I am, I'll come running (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) michael/ashton T, 4k

Summary: If he’s being honest, Ashton doesn’t know what to do either. Out of Michael’s closest friends he’s the only one who doesn’t have a dog, the least likely to have a vet on speed dial, the least likely to have something like this happen to him before. But instead of calling Luke or Calum for help, he called Ashton.

Because if there’s one thing Ashton does know how to do is take care of Michael.

Whispers Would Deafen Me Now (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Sometimes life is hard for Luke. At least there's always Ashton

you'd tell me I'd be just fine (I know better now) (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: “Can you drive?” Luke asks, picking at the skin around his nails absently, eyes still locked on Ashton. He pulls at a piece of skin hard enough that it stings, and even though he doesn’t look down, he knows it’s bleeding. The ache is minimal though, covered by numbness that refuses to let the pain breathe freely.

“Are you okay?” Ashton counters, brows furrowed deeply.

“Can you drive?” Luke says again, turning to look out the windshield, pretending Ashton isn’t there as he finally shifts the car into drive with a sigh.

[thedilaraosman]

O que parecia ser uma possibilidade mínima na sua cabeça, tinha se transformado no seu pesadelo acordada. Oh, ela estava mortificada com o resultado. Tinha se deixado levar novamente e quebrado a cara, mesmo sabendo que sua vida estava bem longe do conto de fadas que aquilo parecia ser. Não tinha nem conseguido dormir na noite anterior. Ainda tinha muitas semanas pela frente, muitas semanas em que ela precisaria assistir Spencer passeando pela casa e flertando com as outras mulheres. Se tinha sido difícil assistir aquelas brincadeirinhas durante o jogo, agora ele não tinha qualquer outra razão para não carregar muito além, porque obviamente Maddison seria sua próxima possibilidade. Claro que ela não iria desistir de achar o seu match também, mas achava que seria muito dificil superar, ainda presa na mesma casa que ele. E, talvez o pior, não era como se tivesse uma razão própria para querer superar. Era tudo porque a porcaria de uma máquina havia dito para eles que não eram os mais compatíveis ali dentro. Mas ela tinha que olhar pelo lado positivo. Mesmo naquele momento ruim, tinha que existir algo que ela pudesse se apegar para se sentir um pouco melhor, nem que fosse por alguns minutos. Talvez pudesse pensar que tinham aproveitado o tempo que tiveram juntos, dois encontros das três semanas, mesmo que as lembranças dos encontros trouxesse, lágrimas aos olhos. Que seja eterno enquanto dure, ou coisa do tipo. De qualquer forma, independente se estava pronta ou não, precisavam conversar. “Bom dia,” cumprimentou-o, “podemos conversar?” Ontem, ela não conseguia nem falar com as palavras entaladas na garganta. Dee não tinha problema em ser vista como vulnerável, chorona, ou o que quisessem chamá-la. Não tinha problema em demonstrar emoção. Mas a questão era que quando a notícia veio ela nem conseguia falar. "Eu não quero ficar no seu caminho para achar o seu match. Eu sei que a Maddison sempre era uma possibilidade para você, e eu não quero que você deixe de explorar todo o possível por você, pelo jogo ── independente do que eu possa pensar,” porque ela não iria mentir que iria não iria doer. Mas se ele podia ver toda a vida que havia falado para ela com Maddison (ou qualquer outra pessoa), quem ela pensava que era para ficar no caminho? Ela deu um sorriso fraco. “Mas eu vou ser honesta com você, Spence, eu não sei o quão próxima de você eu posso ficar sem que eu ─ sabe ─ queira ficar com você mais ainda.” ( @spencerf​ )

[a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist]

[ Biblically Accurate Angel] - Does your muse have any dogmatic habits? - Ellis

Monster Movie Headcanon Questions

[ Ellis ]

Ellis' most dogmatic habits are probably eating pizza for dinner (and his only meal of the day) every night, feeding Bullet exactly on time, texting the vet about any issue he thinks Bullet has, and messaging Jess and Emmett. He does these things nearly religiously, every single day, because they have become part of his routine. He needs these things or he feels disconnected and he drinks more than he would normally.

[likedrotten]

and if you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine

[cringefailfagcat]

Some other lyrics I go insane abt by the front bottoms

"But you are an artist , and your mind don't work the way you want it to"

"Everything, you're feeling is common, even though you've never felt so alone"

"You got to promise not to break, no matter how far you are bent, I gotta shift my position and try to get comfortable again"

"If you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine "

Head in hands im sorry. I'm normal abt them.

hhuhhhghggggg those are so good

[thedilaraosman]

spencer fitzgerald

Estava se sentindo um tanto quanto ridículo. Mas era de se esperar, afinal, aquela fantasia devia ter uma única função: entretenimento. Surpreendia-se, inclusive, de não ter uma bengala em suas partes baixas ou coisa do tipo. Apesar de tudo, o clima da festa estava bom. Não estavam pensando ou jogando, todos estavam dispostos a curtir - o que era igualmente divertido e perigoso. E quando seus olhos se prenderam em Dilara, vestida naquela roupa, era difícil manter o fôlego. Os olhos a analisaram por longos segundos, o coração quase palpitando. Ele queria ela. Queria muito. Talvez por isso, quando se aproximou da mulher, por trás dela, delicadamente pousou uma mão de cada lado da cintura dela, antes de falar em seu ouvido. “Eu quero anunciar que eu vou te beijar hoje.” Ele disse, indo direto ao ponto. Spencer não era de guardar palavras pra si, não quando achava que poderia ser util ao todo. “Não precisava ser agora. Pode ser quando você quiser. Pode ser quando estivermos indo deitar, pode ser quando estiverem distraídos, pode até ser na piscina ou…” ele deu de ombros “E não pense que é porque você está com essa roupa. Não é só isso” ele deu uma risada por fim e deu um beijo abaixo de sua orelha

Ela se sentia completamente fora do seu elemento com aquela roupa. Não era que ela fosse completamente inocente ou não sexual ─ ela gostava de usar lingeries e não fugia de experimentar coisas novas no quarto. Só que normalmente suas lingeries estavam embaixo das roupas, as coisas aconteciam em quatro paredes, e ela certamente preferia experimentar com quem ela sentia intimidade, não na frente de uma grande parte dos Estados Unidos. A respiração dele contra a pele dela mandava calafrios pro resto do corpo inteiro dela e era como se o corpo dele puxasse-a contra ele. A voz dele automaticamente fez com que ela sorrisse, e como ela já estava ficando feliz com o vinho, a frase era ainda mais empolgante. Fazia seu coração bater mais rápido e seu sangue esquentar a pele. Ela perdeu a concentração procurando o mesmo vinho que estava bebendo ── droga, era difícil manter a concentração junto dele mesmo sóbria. “Um anúncio importantíssimo. Pode ser o tempo todo se depender de mim,” ela anunciou em retorno, em um tom de voz baixo. Claro que as cameras poderiam capturar, os microfones provavelmente podiam ouvir tudo “Color me curious ── Ou?” Perguntou apertando os lábios juntos num sorriso travesso. “Então,” ela disse colocando a mão sob as dele e arrastando pela lateral dela, “acha que eu mantenho essas meias?” Perguntou guiando as mãos dele para puxar a borda da meia dela e soltou virando para ele. Tudo era tão intenso ali dentro que ela se sentia tão confortável com ele falando e fazendo coisas que não teria se visto fazendo tão rápido lá fora.