#why are there always weirdos in my notes PLEASEEEEE

[enamouredless]

#why are there always weirdos in my notes PLEASEEEEE

[nastyboyluke]

late night video chats - lrh

anon asked: Here’s an imagine idea.. a girl and Luke are on FaceTime and they pull an all nighter doing crazy , fun and cute stuff and confess that they have feelings for each other (they’re still not in a relationship)

tHIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA MA HART <3333 HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVE XX ps there is so much ed sheeran going on in this imagine because i was listening to + writing it. it was very emo and fluffy night rip

it was a normal saturday evening, you were laying on your bed, listening to music while going on twitter to chat up on tea going on in the world. as you were looking at a thread of vines, a notification popped up at the top of your phone.

as your eyes scanned, it was a message from your best friend luke. the two of you have been friends since your first day of uni, in whole new land you’ve never been—australia.

cheese toastie 💛: y/n!!!

you smiled, tapping on the notification, opening fully to imessage

‘yesss :-)’

cheese toastie 💛: im so bored and i dont feel like sleeping tonight idk why but you wanna face time all night?

a giggle left your lips as you read the message at his silly excuse to talk to you. although you were friends with luke, your feelings couldnt help but further into stronger feelings for the blue eyed aussie.

‘sure let me get my laptop and ill call you when im ready lol’

cheese toastie 💛: ill be waiting <3

little things like luke simple sending a heart would make your heart flutter with happiness. but deep down you knew luke didn’t see that way. he did it in a friendly way. in fact, he even told you he had a major crush on girl but he’s not sure whether or not he should tell her how he felt because he didn’t want to possibly ruin the friendship they have now.

it hurt that you knew luke had eyes on someone else, but you were happy for him none the less.

once you got your laptop ready to go hooked up to a charger, you opened up facetime, clicking on lukes contact. it only took a second for him to answer. next thing you knew you were looking at his little button nose and blue eyes.

“hello?” his mouth was obviously very close to the mic because it boomed through your laptops speakers.

you laughed loudly at how silly he was. “hey weirdo.” you continued to giggle. luke pulled the camera back, so you could see him fully. he rested his phone on whatever it was, checking that it wouldnt fall.

you were 99.9% sure luke was looking at himself in the corner as he was checking his hair before clearing his throat and waving at you.

“are you done checking yourself out lucas?” you asked, grabbing a pillow to hug in your arms.

“dont act you were watching, y/n” he rolled his eyes. luke had pulled a tub of ice cream into frame with a big spoon. “welcome to my muckbang! wait, muckabang or mookbong? im so confused with how you pronounce it.”

“i think its pronounced mookbang. im pretty sure.” you shrugged, watching him spoon some ice cream into his mouth.

“weird. anyways, hows your day?” luke smiled, tilting to the side like a puppy.

“im okay. can i copy your notes by the way for music theory?” you asked, cuddling your pillow. luke looked so cute, he had messy hair with small bags under his eyes with his unshaven face and a pink floyd shirt that feels he practically lives in.

“oops, kinda forgot to do that too. it’s okay we can get starbucks and do it together then.” he shrugged, shoving more ice cream into his mouth. oh did you forget, that his lipring? yeah thats super hot.

for a while, you and luke talked about school, and what was coming—mainly exams which none of you weren’t looking for—until you were just watching him to continue to eat ice cream.

“y/n?”

“yes?”

luke was about to get serious, you sensed it. because he sat his ice cream aside and was sitting up now in his seat. “you know that girl i told you about?”

“yeah, but why wont you just tell me her name rather then just calling her ‘the girl?’” you pouted, folding your arms across your chest.

“because… you know her and like—i dont know—i just dont want to!” luke was now pouting making you giggle.

“oh my god—its zoe isnt it?! or ashley?!” you gasped.

“no! its none of them! ANYWAYS,” he sighed, luke began to fiddle around with his lip ring. aw, he was getting so nervous talking about her. “i think im gonna finally tell her. like really, really soon.”

a smile went across your lips, although you were sad on the inside, you still gotta cheer your best friend on. “really?! wait oh my god you should do it now! i wanna see this go own live.”

“maybe later. i dunno.” he shrugged, his cheeks were pink. luke grabbed his ice cream again. “its time for a dance party nowwwwww.” he got up from his seat, coming back with his laptop. he began to play shape of you by ed sheeran, dancing in your seat.

the both of you were singing along to the years, bopping along to the song. although your music tastes were very different, one thing you and luke will always agree was on ed sheeran. in fact, the two of you even went to see him concert a few months back and you had the time of the life.

luke at this point was up on his couch, swaying his hips and screaming the lyrics. you laughed so hard that your ribs began to hurt. the sugar in the ice cream was definetly kicking into his system.

this continued for another two hours, making it already midnight. after laughing so much at how stupid luke had been, your stomach pratically hurt. finally the boy settled down, grabbing a blanket, wrapping it around him.

“i wish we could cuddle right now, its fuckin cold in my apartment.” he groaned, lowering his music so you could hear him.

“ha its the perfect temperature in my place.” you stuck your tongue out at the camera. the blue eyed boy simply just rolled his eyes and continued to groan.

“luke can you sing me my favorite song?” you asked, giving him a big smile. “pleaseeeee?”

“why should i?” luke asked, already grabbing his guitar and a pick off his coffee table, checking if it was in tune.

“because youre my fwend.” you said in your baby voice making him giggle a little bit.

“okay only because you’re my best fwend.”

lukes calloused fingers began to pluck at the strings to create the tune of lego house by ed sheerans. lukes strong yet soft voice belted out the beautiful words of ed, making your heart swell. you watched the boy quickly get deep into the song and his feelings, keeping his eyes shut majority of time. however, when luke did open his eyes, he looked at you.

just as luke got deep into the song, you did too. so much at tears streamed down your cheeks.

“and its a dark cold decemeber, but ive got you keep me warm

if youre broken, ill mend you

and keep you sheltered from the storm thats raging now.”

he sang the last part, opening his beautiful crystal eyes, looking at you wide eyed.

“are you crying? im sorry! i didnt mean to!” he began to panic, luke hated to see you cry.

“you’re just that good of a singer luke,” you laughed, wiping your tears. “you make me cry.”

he gave you a little smile, putting his guitar aside. luke picked up his phone, walking somewhere, then was now laying down in his bed. you sniffled, wiping your eyes as you watched his sleepy face.

“can i tell you a secret?” the boy asked softly. you nodded for him to proceed with what he wanted to say. “the girl that i’ve been telling you about, well, it’s you. you’re the girl.” once luke said those words, a small giggle left his lips. he searched your face through the screen to see how you felt, but he wasn’t sure.

you however, sat there in shock. “you—you like me?” you stuttered looking, going wide eyed now.

“yes, y/n, i like you—like a lot.” luke was smiling big, running his finger through his hair.

“oh my god.” you laughed out loud to the ceiling. “you’re not joking right?”

luke laughed now. “no im not! why would i joke about that with you!”

you smiled back at him, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth. “i like you too luke. i thought never in a million years that you would have feelings for me back.”

“well i do.” he stuck his tongue out at you. “i wish i could—kiss you.” once those words left his lips, luke’s cheek went pink.

“then come over and make it a reality.”

-

next thing you knew, you were running to the door once luke texted you that he was here. when you swung the door open, you looked at him. the blue eyed boy took a step forward, grabbing your face as your arms went around his waist.

“i’ve been dreaming about this moment forever.” you whispered. luke let out a gentle laugh before connecting your lips with his.

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Just a Hookup - William Nylander

Note: whatta creative title for my actual dad that i love so much. no but seriously, i kind of like this one and kind of don’t but i hope you guys enjoy!!

Smut: Yes | No

Warnings: smut yall

Request: Can you do a William nylander smut?? Love your writing btw💜 

It was the same thing every offseason, Willy would leave for Sweden after the Marlies or Leafs were pushed out of the playoffs, and you would be stuck back home in Toronto, unable to follow your best friend to his hometown. It wasn’t really expected of you though, as to everyone else, you were just friends, and nothing more.

William hid the true intentions of your relationship from everyone, not wanting to jeopardize your dating life because you weren’t an actual couple. Just a hookup, always just a hookup. There were times that you thought that maybe he wanted to change that, and put an actual label on what you guys were doing, but it was always just a hookup.

Regardless of that issue, he was still your best friend. Which is what had you standing in the airport, waiting for his floppy blonde hair to appear from the terminal, and when it finally did, you almost squealed in excitement as you ran towards him. You collided with him, the only thing keeping the two of you upright being the newfound strength that the Swede had gained over the summer.

“I’ve missed you!” You yelled into his ear, aggressively holding him in a hug, which he easily reciprocated.

“I’ve missed you too, you weirdo.”

William gently pried your hands off his body, grabbing his fallen suitcase and gesturing for you to direct them to your car. This was always how it went, you would attack him in a loving embrace and he would then direct you to get out of the airport so he could show you the actual embrace he preferred.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally found your car in the maze that is Toronto Pearson airport, a huffing and annoyed William trailing behind you.

“You pick me up every year, and you lose your car… every fucking year.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his grumbling as he shoved his luggage into your backseat and your trunk, trying to fit as much of his stuff in the back so it didn’t have to come up to the front with the two of you. He, thankfully, was able to shove it all in the back before moving to the passenger seat.

“Thanks for the help, (Y/N).”

“Anytime, Will.”

The Swede pouted at you, before grabbing the aux chord from your hands and plugging it into your phone. “Sorry, we’re not listening to Lana Del Rey the entire ride to my apartment. Not in that mood for that shitty shit today.”  

Ignoring his jab at your choice of music, you began the drive to his apartment, ignoring the occasional glance that he sent your way during the ride.

You weren’t oblivious, you knew what he wanted from the subtle touches to your hip and the ‘accidental’ brush up against your ass, but you weren’t playing into his games anymore. You couldn’t feel the way you felt every time he brought someone else to his apartment, or the way he talked about the girl’s home in Sweden, you weren’t allowed to be jealous of it, but you were, and you were done with it. And sadly, that took progress, which started with denying him what he wanted.

“(Y/N)… help me unpack… pleaseeeee.” Raising your eyebrow at the fully grown man in front of you, who was currently dropping everything in his hands on the floor to practically beg you to help him; you just simply shook your head and laughed.

“You never help me, Willy. Sucks to suck, buddy.”

The man in question continued to grumble under his breath at your words, moaning and complaining the entire time. You ignored it, once again, clicking your phone on so you could scroll through Instagram.

Liking a few pictures, you stopped when you noticed a comment on Willy’s newest post.

Alexnylander good luck with you know who in Toronto!! ;)))

Truthfully, you didn’t want to know who he was talking about, because it sure as hell wasn’t you. Skipping past the picture, you liked a few more before William’s grumbling became too annoying.

“Jesus, Will, can we do something else so you’ll shut up for 10 minutes?”

He eagerly accepted, proclaiming that you were going to watch ‘a movie’ with him, and you didn’t get to choose which movie because you were being ‘too mean to him’. His comments just made you laugh, ignoring the look of mock hurt that crawled across his face.

After a few seconds of shuffling through his movie cabinet, like usual, the blue of the Notebook’s cover page appeared just as a groan sounded from your throat. “Again?”

“Again!”

Every single time you watched a movie together and he got to choose, it was always The Notebook, literally… always.

After setting the movie up and turning the lights off, the Swede climbed into bed beside you, immediately cuddling up to your body and claiming it was too cold in the room to not cuddle. “You love it anyways, (Y/N), so shush and watch the movie.”

You obliged, facing towards the screen and focusing on the beginning of the movie. Your focus was interrupted a few minutes in when you felt his hand gently rubbing up and down your clothed thigh, an obvious indication of what he wanted. You tried to ignore it, but he just became more persistent and used the leverage of moving up higher closer towards where you knew moisture was growing.

You shifted up a bit, so that his hand was closer towards your knee, while subtly trying to move your leg away from him. Unfortunately, his hand followed wherever your thigh went.

“(Y/N)…”

You turned to face him, just as the feeling of his soft lips on yours reached your brain. It took you a second to realize what was going on, and when you did, you knew you were fucked. You couldn’t stop, the feeling he gave you was like a drug, it was addictive and unhealthy, but you loved it… so much.

Eagerly pressing your lips against his, the Swede pushed himself on top of you, holding himself up with his elbows. He left your lips to begin peppering kisses down your neck, stopping when your shirt got in the way to lift it gently off your body, coaxing you to lift your arms so he could. You allowed him to remove it, your own reasoning trying to persuade your impulses to stop, but you couldn’t.

He didn’t bother to remove the bra, just pushed the cup aside before his lips attached themselves to one of your rosy buds. The blonde eagerly sucked on it, occasionally scraping it with his teeth before moving to the other one, small groans leaving your lips at every one of his ministrations. You could feel him rutting against the bed at your sounds, which you knew he loved.

After a few more minutes of that, he continued to pepper kisses down your body before reaching your pants, looking up at you to make sure you were okay with it. Once again, your impulses took over and you nodded down.

Within seconds, both your pants and panties were off, as he looked upon your wet core hungrily. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re turned on, (Y/N). It’s so fucking hot.”

That was new. Sex between the two of you was always a quiet affair, no dirty talk, just moans and groans and slaps. You both, originally, didn’t want it to get too intimate, which made his comments even weirder.

Choosing to just moan at his words, he eagerly pressed his mouth to your dripping core, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. You could feel the smug grin that took over his face at your sounds, which had you closing your thighs tightly around his head, to implicate that you weren’t interested in him being a smug bastard tonight.

He obviously got the hint, his tongue spreading out to lick a line from your entrance all the way to the bundle of nerves at the top of your core. William repeatedly did that, each time releasing a loud moan from your lips, and a shake from your lower body. He continued that until you were gripping his hair, tugging on it hard enough that he moved his head to look up at you.

“Fuck me, please.”

William shook his head almost immediately, “No, tonight’s about you, not me.”

You were baffled by his words, but you couldn’t think of it as his lips went back to your clit, licking and sucking you to an orgasm that had your eyes rolling back and your hips bucking into his mouth. You opened your eyes to look at him, just to see how intensely he was looking at you.

A few seconds of a staring contest resulted in him repressing his lips to yours. He pulled away to look at you again, “I fucking love when you cum in my mouth and make those sounds, you look so fucking gorgeous.”

Your train of thought refocused on his words, once again baffling you as to why he was saying these kinds of things, especially when he never did. “Willy…”

“No, let me finish. I fucking love making you cum, and making you moan my name when I fuck you, or how you gag when you give me head. I know this isn’t the time, but I want that all the time, not just occasionally, but like… all the time. I want morning sex, and after practice sex, and victory sex, and I wanna be able to not worry that you’re gonna say no because you have a boyfriend, or that you’re fucking someone else. But I also wanna see you in my jerseys all the time, or my shirts, I wanna see you cooking in my kitchen, I literally want everything.” All the words rushed from his mouth, with each word leaving, a tinge of red followed on his cheeks. When he was done, his face was as red as a tomato, and he was looking at you awkwardly.

“Do you get every girl naked and then say this?”

“Fuck you and tell me if you want it too.” The Swede practically growled at you, his own nerves showing in his aggression.

“Well like… yeah, but I don’t have a jersey for you to wear of mine right now, sorry buddy.”

All the blonde did was laugh, pushing forward to once again press his lips against yours. Pulling away, you looked at him, “So like, can I put my pants on now or?”

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