"Well damm" {maybe we have a name tag}
"Sorry.. I-I'm not..Sorry."

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"Well damm" {maybe we have a name tag}
"Sorry.. I-I'm not..Sorry."
starter
"Ive always got time to talk to you. Im fine how are you?"
"Thanks.. I've been good too. Things got a bit hectic, but they've been good."
Jason nodded, in agreement, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand gently as they approached his house. “Well, I’m glad we decided to do this then,” he chuckled softly.
Malia couldn't help but grin. "I have loved you since..I was a lot younger." She admitted, a shy smile on her lips. "I'm glad we did too." She grinned and headed to the front door.
”hey there.”
"Hey!"
Eli smiled as he looked at her and leaned his head. “Can you tell me what is a werecoyote ? I know what is a coyote but a werecoyte , I’m a bit lost with all this stuff.” He smiled as he stared at her.
"Well, it's basically a werewolves. My eyes go blue..uh...that's kinda it. They're the same as werewolves."
record store lovers | closed with sarcasmandstarwars
Music was Stiles’ reason for living. Well, music and a certain brunette that he worked with at the record store. This wasn’t some mushy love story: he didn’t love Malia. She just so happened to be really hot and really good at sex, two things that he valued pretty highly at the moment. It also helped that she was easy to talk to and liked all of the same things that he did. Talking about music and smoking pot were how the two of them had bonded in the first place.
Stiles had gotten stuck with doing inventory today, which was probably his least favorite job to do at the record store. It meant that he was stuck in the back when he’d much rather be out interacting with customers. It also helped that Malia was actually in the front of the store too, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t missing her right now. Everyone always said that guys thought about sex every five seconds (or something like that), and though most guys denied it, Stiles wasn’t sure sometimes if maybe it might actually be true. While he’d been taking inventory, he’d lost count several times as his mind had wandered. His shift was almost over, coworkers coming to release him and Malia, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do with her as soon as he got her along. When he felt her hands slap his ass, he grinned widely, laughing and turning around. ”Oh, I’m more than ready” he murmured back, his fingers automatically lacing through hers as he followed her to the back room. Kissing her back almost desperately, he pressed her against the wall, eager for there to be fewer layers between the two of them.
In a way, Malia was partially thankful that Stiles was doing inventory, because if they were together doing the same job she probably wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of him, hell, she'd probably end up dragging him off to a back room.
It was like Stiles was her drug. She craved him and his touch. When she was home alone, her mind always wandered to him, his fingers, his mouth, and obviously his cock too. Most evenings she ended up calling him, either begging him to come over, to go over to his place or so they could have phone sex.
When Malia mentioned the situation and agreement she had with Stiles to one of her friends from high school before she dropped out, her friend warned her that one of them would end up developing feelings for the other. Malia refused to believe it (after her friend continuously stated that Malia would get feelings for Stiles) and just put it down to lust. She doesn't love Stiles. She just really liked how good he was at sex, and how he always made sure that she came during sex. She was in lust with him. That was all.
Malia let out a small moan as Stiles pressed her against the wall. "Mm, I've missed your lips.." She mumbled, kissing him deeply, unbuttoning his flannel shirt, kissing at his chest as it slipped down. She pulled her shirt over her head, crushing their lips together once more, rolling her hps into his to try and gain some sort of friction between the two.
Cyr let out a small sound of surprise, almost like a yelp, as he felt the other speed past. What happened to his training? Wasn’t he supposed to be more aware? “Oh, no, no, it’s…-No worries,” He assured her with a smile.
"Are you sure?" She asked, glancing at the male before her. "Here..let me buy you a coffee to apologize." She said, holding the door to the café open for him.
{Weird name} “okay do you know who I am?” [she should] he shook her hand
"N-No.." She looked down. "If I'm meant to know..I'm sorry."
"Good, cause I’ve wanted to do this forever," he chuckled softly, grabbing her hand eagerly as they left. "Whoa, someones eager," he teased, sticking close to the girl and pressing a chaste kiss to her temple.
"So have I.." She trailed off, squeezing his hand, beaming as his house came into view. "Well, what can I say? We waited too long and I don't want to waste any more time." She smied.
"Yeah, I think we could arrange to do that again," he teased, grinning before gently cupping her cheek with his hand, pulling her in for another sweet kiss. "Maybe," he mumbled into her lips, "We could go home and cuddle, and do this a little bit more."
Malia rubbed their noses together, grinning widely. "Perfect." She grinned. "Screw the shops..let's just..yeah." She grinned, dragging him in the direction of his house, a wide grin on her face.
"I would never," Jason laughed, bumping hips with the girl gently. Jason let their lips tangle together for a few more seconds, and he stared at the girl in disbelief when they parted. "Um.. That was cool, we should do that again sometime," he joked, doing his best to hide his flushed cheeks.
"You do!" She exclaimed, giggling a little, bumping his hips in return. Her cheeks flushed even brighter, looking at Jason. "T-That was really good. I think we should do that again. Maybe when we're back at yours..or..maybe again now.." She grinned cheekily.
"I think we have an emergency."
"Wait..why. Are you ok?!"
"Or you could always stay here. I mean I know the guys don’t know about me yet, but if you stay here no one but them will know where you are. And I can keep a better eye on everything."
"Very true, I think I might stay here."
Four years after the war, Ginny and Harry were finally getting married. In a frenzy, Molly began barking out orders to everyone. Without thinking, she turned to George and said "Fred go find your sister and make sure she gets dressed!" Realizing her mistake, she fell into the nearest chair and began to sob. George hugged his mother tight, and his only words were, "Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?" in a soft voice.
"I think we have an emergency."
"Wait..why. Are you ok?!"
Allison laguhed a little. “Malia you have nothing to be sorry for. I wish there was more I could do to help…maybe I can start to do some digging and see if Come up with anything.”
"Yeah.. you could maybe set up a trap or something outside my house to try and catch them if they try and post a letter in my letterbox."
-He didn’t understand. He really didn’t understand. Did everyone in this…land have an obsession with this substance called coffee? His bright eyes focused on the sign, confusion easy to see.-
Malia was still getting used to being a human. She was still getting used to the taste of coffee. She was still getting used to the specific cafés, of course, she knew what they were like but they were still incredibly odd. She ran towards the café, almost knocking the male stood outside over. "Oh, crap.. I'm sorry."
heres a midi of hips dont lie with a banjo as the vocals
i cant believe this
this sounds like it belongs in a legend of zelda game
I’m totally serious when I say I absolutely love this I’ve listened to it like twelve times now it’s fantastic 10/10
Click reblog as soon as the banjo came in. That is amazing.
I have missed this post
"You're kind of sexy when you're angry."
Ask meme
"Now is not the time Malia!"
"But Stiles..."