#memesluna

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What do I not get a say because we're friends!? WHAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF FAVORITISM CAUSE I CALL IT

NEPOTISM HAS NO PLACE ON THIS BLOG (...most of the time)

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[chanting, gradually getting louder] MILES MILES MILES MILES

MANDY SIT DOWN

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Yo can you do a TSF/flash fic where miles and reader live together and they can somehow goof off and make any chore cute and fun while still being productive (even if it's dealing with LIKE A MILLION FLIES THAT ARE SOMEHOW IN THEIR APARTMENT?)

It felt like you had been cleaning the entire day, butbetween you and Miles, the apartment was finallyalmost clean. All that was left was the living room area, and it had beenintentionally left until last. It was where the two of you dumped stuff whileyou were reorganizing, and while that had all gone back to its proper places,the living room was still a mess.

The two of you were cleaning (you were cleaning, and Miles was folding the blanket on the couchover and over again) when you came across the weirdest thing by the window.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed, dropping the rag you wereusing to dust the blinds as a small swarm of flies flew out from between theslats, and diving behind the couch, kicking Miles on your way over.

“Ow!” Miles exclaimed, pouting as he rubbed the spot on historso that had collided with your foot. “What is the big…” he trailed off,turning towards the window to see the swarm of flies. “What the fuck?!” Nextthing you knew, he was crouching next to you behind the couch.

“Where did they come from?” he asked, glancing over thecouch.

“I don’t know!” you told him, making a face. “I was dustingthe blinds and then flies everywhere. What do we even do now?”

“Open the window?” Miles suggested.

“I am not going back over there,” you declared, crossingyour arms. Miles glanced towards the window, back at you, and puffed his chestout, making you laugh.

“I will be the strong one,” he said in a deep voice, “I willsave us from the flies!”

“Oh no,” you said dramatically, “It’s too dangerous!” Helaughed, but quickly recovered with a steely expression on his face. He grabbedyou, pulling you close.

“[Y/N], if I don’t return home from war,” he started,stroking your hair, “just know that I’ve loved you.”

“But what will I do without you?” you fake wailed, wrappingyour arms tightly around him.

“You will go on,” he informed seriously, “maybe marry mybest friend, who I’ve made promise to take care of you in the event of mydeath.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before letting go. “I have to gonow.”

“Miles, be careful!” you called to him as he stood up frombehind the couch. “I’ll always love you!” you added as he walked towards thewindow. He gave you a look, blew you a kiss and headed for the window.

“Oh god,” he muttered as the flies started to fly near him. “Nope,nope, nope!” He wrenched the window open, and ran back towards the couch, whereyou jumped up to wait for him.

“My hero!” you declared as he got close enough, throwingyourself at him. He laughed, picking you up and spinning around a couple times.As he set you back on your feet, he swooped down to press his lips to yours.

After a while, you pulled away and looked back over at thewindow. “We should probably call someone about that,” you said.

“Yeah, probably.”

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"stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth." With TCoe. YOU ASKED FOR THIS

You had to admit, even if you dressed up to get his attention, you hadn’t expected Tyler to watch you the way he was, let his eyes drag over your body the way they did, or for him to keep shifting in his seat the way he did and for you, it was something to take great pride in.

“I can’t wait for this party to be over, you know,” you told him, shifting towards him but in an almost unnatural way to call more attention (as if you needed to) to your body, which he was now unabashedly taking in.

When he asked why, you glanced around to make sure no one was looking directly at the two of you before sliding into his lap and grinding down on him and smirking when you felt what you were looking for and whispered in his ear: “because then we can go back to my place and you can stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.”

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"make me" and/or "I love it when you're rough" with Lynn tho

Well, Kat beat you to the second one soooo _______________________________________

You giggled from your place on the bed as you watched Lynn fight with the tie he was wearing, and even though he wore ties plenty of times, this one seemed like it wanted to give him issues and it was cute to watch him struggle, you had to admit.

“Oh shut up,” Lynn said, casting you a look that just caused you to shrug and sigh back:

“Make me...if you can manage to that, which would be amazing considering you can’t get out of that tie.”

In a flash, Lynn was next to the bed, then on top of you, giving you that damn smile as he reached out to grab your face to make you look at him and said, “Oh, I can think of plenty of ways...just you wait.”

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"is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great-wait I said that wrong" with Blaine because of his fuck up in my signing I need more goofball Blaine ok

Eyeing Blaine from your spot at the bar, you could almost see the wheels in his head turning, working through whatever it was he was going to come up with before he seemed to be satisfied, and headed towards you, leaning nonchalantly against the bar in the open space next to you.

“Is there a mirror in your pocket because I look great...” he trailed off, making a face before adding, “wait, I said that wrong” so quickly you almost didn’t catch all of the words.

You laughed, reaching out to pat Blaine on the shoulder, telling him “you’re lucky I think you’re cute, you idiot,” and sliding your hand up behind his neck to pull him in gently for a kiss.