bubblegum-lips

the signs as sapphic things
  • aries: wearing combat boots every month of the year
  • taurus: giving violets to the girl you have a crush on
  • gemini: having "sleepovers" with your "bestie"
  • cancer: waking her up at 1am in the morning to tell her you love her
  • leo: spontaneous quotations from or dramatic readings of sappho's poems
  • virgo: pixie cuts
  • libra: cherry-flavored bubblegum / lip gloss
  • scorpio: those vintage swimsuits that flatter the bust
  • sagittarius: making gay jokes (i.e. remarks on clipped nails, turns everything into an innuendo)
  • capricorn: hardcore angst of your favorite otp
  • aquarius: cotton-candy colored hair dye
  • pisces: flower crowns
work from home

Alright I mean I had to do it and don’t mind the cheesy title, I promise this ones not that corny. I added Reggie cuz I love him and I miss him!
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Jughead wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against the metal shovel he was carrying, Archie was stretching his back clearly sore from this mornings aggressive concrete pouring. They’d all been at the site for hours and Their day had only just begun, Reggie and Kevin made their way over to the pair of sweaty boys.

“Dude I’m all for helping out your dad but I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to lift for days after this, and that’s coming from Mantle the Magnificent, I can carry a damn ox, I can’t even imagine how Kevin must feel right now.” Reggie shot a smirk in Kevin’s direction, rolling his shoulders daintily he just shrugged

“I feel fine, fit as a fiddle.”

Moose joined the group with a shake of his head and a hidden smile “yeah well that’s because anytime something is too heavy, he calls me over.”

Archie laughed and clapped Reggie on the shoulder “I wanna thank you guys again, this really means a lot to me. I know how much me and my dad appreciate it.”

All of a sudden Reggies eyes went wide as he stared at something behind Jughead and Archie

“Oh no, that is thanks enough” he stated practically drooling.

Archie and jughead turned to see what the boy was looking at as Kevin gasped “holy fifth harmony music video.”

Coming towards them almost in slow motion was Betty, Veronica and Josie, all decked out in construction hats and holding shovels over their shoulders, their hair seemed to be blowing in the wind and jughead was certain that if this was a movie some sexy R&B song would be playing in the background.

While Reggie, Moose and Archie all seemed to be panting and staring at the three girls, trying to decide who to watch, Jugheads eyes were glued only on Betty. He didn’t think he had ever had a sexual fantasy but damn, this was a dream come true.

She looked amazing in her tiny cut off shorts Showing her long tan legs, a red and black flannel was tied around her waist and loosely hanging behind her, she had on a form fitting white tank top and her shoulders were partly covered with unruly honey blonde curls, the construction hat lopsided on her head. He wanted nothing more than to tug her into his body and kiss that silly hat right off of her head. Betty noticed his stare and blushed a light pink, her eyes lingering on his bare arms as she darted out her tongue to look her bubblegum pink lips.

Veronica dropped her shovel to the ground and smiled at Archie, “were here to help, send me to my post boss!” She fake saluted him and he finally swallowed smiling gently at the kind hearted girls.

“You don’t have to do this guys, I know it’s not really your scene.”

Betty shook her head “you guys need help and that’s what you’re gonna get, we may not be the most handy but I’m good with a tool set and Josie and Ronnie are small they can get in tiny areas. We can help, let us help.”

Archie nodded and broke out into a grin
“Well alright we’ll pair off then, Ronnie you can be with me, Betty you’ll be with…”

Jughead cut him off “me. She’ll be with me.”

Betty blushed again and smiled moving to stand near her partner as Archie paired Josie with Reggie “okay guys we’ll meet up in two hours, be careful and if you need anything my dads right in his office. Thankyou guys.”

Jughead grabbed the shovel out of Betty’s hands and tugged her towards where he had been pouring cement “you’re something else Betty Cooper, you never cease to amaze me.” She giggled at him and smiled “and I hope I never do. Now show me how to do the cement” she seemed genuinely excited and for the next hour and a half they built walls with brick and cement and shared stories teasing each other the whole time.

After three whole walls Betty dropped the smoother and sighed heavily,

“Okay that’s it, my poor little arms are about to fall off, I can’t cheerlead with out arms.”

Jughead laughed and dropped his own tool moving to stand by her “you did really good, I’m always impressed by how quick you learn things, also you’re ability to try things you never have before.” He stood in front of her and smiled at the amazing girl in front of him.

Suddenly the air shifted and Betty was closer than he remembered, her hands moving to draw lazy circles on his biceps, biting her lip she looked up at him “wanna know something else I’ve never tried?” she whispered

He gulped at the feeling of her cool fingertips on his bare skin and the way her teeth tugged at those soft lips “what’s that?” He choked out

She reached up and whispered in his ear “I’ve never made out with anyone on a construction site.”

That was all it took for him to lose control, he let out a low growl and hooked his arms around Betty’s backside lifting her onto the dried concrete wall as he cut off her giggle with his own mouth.

They fought for dominance, each of them feeling so strongly passionate, it was new and it was different and it was amazing, when Jughead placed his open palms on the bare skin of her thighs, Betty slid her hands under his tank top, feeling his toned muscular back she scraped her fingers nails over the skin and he groaned into her mouth, biting down onto her bottom lip
Jughead shifted Betty so she was pushed up against the wall still sitting on the stone his legs in between hers,

“Bets” he moaned, moving to kiss along her jaw and the sensitive sweet spot that was her neck. she whimpered at the sensation and sighed breathily “you’re not allowed to wear sleeves ever again” her hands ran up and down his arms as he pulled back and gave her a silly smile raising his brow “don’t stop!” She pouted, pulling him back to her lips.

He smiled into the kiss and he didn’t think he would ever be this turned on again in his entire life, he had never had these urges before so it only made it all so much more intense

“You’re everything” he whispered into her neck as she kissed behind his ear, she pulled away this time, looking at him confused. Jughead just shook his head “you don’t know what you mean to me, what you do to me.” He whispered leaning his forehead against hers, his hands resting in her butt pockets, she just smiled

“You’re everything to me too Juggie.” She brought him in for another kiss when suddenly the clearing of a throat drew them out of their bubble.

Standing there smirking and holding two cokes was none other than Fred Andrews, both the teens blushed scarlet as Betty went to tuck in her tank top and jughead searched for his hard hat.

“The rest of the gang is looking for you two, you might wanna head over there.” He placed the sodas on the wall with an amused smile “oh and Betty?”

She looked up from her place on the wall
“Yes Mr.Andrews?” She said thoroughly embarrassed.

“Your flannel is draped over the cement mixer.” With that he walked away , leaving both the teens staring after him in embarrassed, stunned silence.

Finally, Jughead grabbed her flannel and walked to her to tie it around her waist, pulling her in for one final kiss as they left the safety of their own little corner.

Half way to the rest of the group Betty turned to Jughead “hey Juggie?” She asked

He raised a brow and hummed “hmm?”

She sighed, smoothing her frazzled hair
“I think from now on, you better work from home.”

Never Gonna Happen

Enzo Amore/OC (smut): Despite his constant playful flirtations, you and Enzo have never been anything more than friends. After a drunken night at the club, and a questionable morning after, you learn how he really feels about you.

(This is my first fic on here, I’m so nervous but I hope you all really enjoy it! It ended up waaaay longer than I anticipated.)

Special thanks to @imaginingwwesuperstars for being super supportive and an all-around sweetheart, ily. <3

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Teddy Lupin x Reader: My Girl

AN: I have never written for the new generation of Hogwarts kids, nor do I really follow their personalities or plot devices. I haven’t read Cursed Child, and not sure if I plan on it in the future. But this was fun to write, and I kind of made up my own ideas of what I think the newer generation would be like, so I hope you enjoy this and forgive any discrepancies. 

Request: @whovianaurthor

Warnings: Very small blood mention

Y/N found Teddy Lupin breathtaking. He smelled sweet, like bubblegum, and his lips were a blushed shade of bitten red. He had long, brown eyelashes that seemingly swept others away, and for someone who had ruler-straight teeth, his smile was perfectly crooked. While his hair would be a different shade by the hour, Y/N liked it best as a cool-toned gray or shocking pink. It made his hazel eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

Y/N was quite a looker herself. She had beautiful y/h/c locks, and a cute button nose. Her laughter was like a windchime tinkling in the breeze. Y/N’s eyes were warm and full of life, and when she grinned, little crows feet crackled on the top of her cheeks. Her skin was smooth, and she was a vivid, but kind soul – always helping others get back on their feet when they fell.

Teddy and Y/N started to date in their fifth year after he shyly asked her to a drink at the Three Broomsticks through a handwritten note. He poked anonymous love letters through the crack of her dormitory door for weeks before they became an item, and had continued the gesture throughout their relationship. They would sit by the fireplace in the Hufflepuff common room; Y/N sprawled out on the rug as Teddy wrote poetry on her skin with a pot of ink and rounded quill. They existed together in a silent but peaceful harmony, and nothing felt better to Teddy than the feeling of Y/N’s hand in his.

Which is why he would get so fired up whenever Louis Weasley would chat Y/N’s ear off. They were good friends, but Louis was by nature, a flirt, and nothing sent Teddy into a fit like Louis playfully touching Y/N’s arm or biting his bottom lip when they conversed. Teddy would sit at the Hufflepuff table, his hair a jealous orange, sleeves rolled and boot strings unlaced, watching their interaction with a pained expression.

“Pretty boy is flirting with my girl.” He grumbled, angrily, fluttering his long lashes.

“Keep your head, Teddy, you know how jealous you can get.” Augusta Longbottom advised, picking at her breakfast.

“I do NOT get jealous.” He snarled, the hue of his hair darkening. “I have a lot of love for Y/N, and I’m not gonna let some prat steal her away.”

Louis had Y/N rolling with laughter. Her chest rose and fell with giggles, and tears glistened in her eyes. He was laughing too, running a hand through his stark blond hair. Louis’ blue eyes sparkled in the light of the candles, and it appeared that Y/N was pinkish in the face from all of the laughing.

“You’re such a joker.” Y/N prodded Louis, rolling her eyes.

Teddy held his fork with a purple, strained fist.

When breakfast was over, Louis and Y/N walked to their next class, and Teddy was hot on their trail. As he rushed through the bustling crowd with his messenger bag slung over his shoulder, he mumbled angry, incomprehensible phrases under his breath.

“Lousy-“

“-Ravenclaw brat thinks that he’s better than me.”

“Y/N is MINE, she’s always been MINE, and I’m gonna protect her-“

His hair slipped to a slime green, and his bushy eyebrows furrowed over his eyes. Sweat beaded on his forehead from all of his pent-up emotions, and Teddy could barely see the back of Y/N’s y/h/c hair and Louis’ blue scarf. Just as the crowd broke, he caught up to the pair, tripped over his bootlace and gave himself a bloody nose.

Y/N let out a yelp, and stooped to help Teddy up. Louis raised his eyebrows and jumped back in shock. Books and parchment fluttered about in the courtyard. Teddy quickly scrambled to his feet, and held a hand over his nose. He raised a finger at Louis.

“Stay away from my girl, Louis. She’s my sun and stars, and you need to back off because I won’t let you snatch her from me.” He barked.

“What?!” Y/N said, looking from Louis to Teddy. Teddy didn’t falter.

“You think I’m trying to chat up Y/N?” Louis asked with an incredulous tone.

“I don’t wanna hear it, snooty boy. Keep your distance. Please and thank you.” Teddy snapped, grabbing Y/N’s arm and pulling her into an empty classroom.

Louis stood, stunned, in the middle of the hall.

Teddy twisted a tissue from the desk in the corner and stuck it in his nose. Y/N rested against a table, thoroughly confused. He walked to her, and began pressing kisses all over her face, making the gap between them impossibly small. Their hips pressed together, and their bodies conformed to make one shape. Y/N had to fight her every urge, and pulled back from the kiss.

“Edward Remus Lupin, what the BLOODY HELL was that all about?” She said, placing a palm on his chest.

Teddy grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, tilting his head to give Y/N a dark stare as he kissed it. Y/N’s heart fluttered, and she tried to pull her focus back together and be cross with him.

“Teddy, listen to me!” She insisted.

“Baby, I am listening!” He replied, defensively.

Y/N pouted, squeezing her eyebrows together. Her y/e/c eyes glimmered as she pleaded with him.

“Tell me what’s gotten into you!” She explained. “Every time I’m with Louis, you get all… jealous!”

Teddy spun Y/N around, and snaked his hands down her waist, running his thin fingers over her skin. His mouth moved to her neck, biting and tugging wherever he pleased. His intention was to leave his own type of “Dark Mark.”

Finally, Y/N simply pushed him off, her face scarlet, but her mind attentive.

“Edward.” She said sternly, crossing her arms.

Teddy rolled his eyes and stuck out his bottom lip. He ran a rough hand along his firm jaw in thought, and shuffled his feet.

“Y/N.” He mocked.

“You know there’s nothing between Louis and I. We are really good friends!” Y/N explained, coming closer to him. “Teddy, look at me.”

Y/N placed her hands on the side of his face, her eyes shining brightly.

“Teddy, there’s never been anyone but you. I’m obsessed with you. I crave you. You’re unlike anyone or anything I’ve ever seen. You’re sweet to me, you listen to me when I need an ear. When I need someone to hold me, you extend your arm. I love you Teddy. I love the hell out of you, and if you think I’d give that up, well, you’re a fool.”

Teddy let out a sigh and dropped his head. When he perked back up, he had a soft smile on his lips. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned down to give Y/N a passionate kiss. She gave his biceps a gentle massage, and when they pulled away, Teddy had calmed down considerably. Rubbing his neck, he gave another small sigh.

“Well, I have something to take care of, babe.” He admitted, quietly. “I’ll sneak into your dorm tonight and we can watch the stars, okay?”

Y/N pressed a kiss to her hand and her hand to Teddy’s lips, grinning.

“Okay.”

“Anyway, so I’m real sorry. Gramma says I need to stop ‘projecting my insecurities on to people’ or some bollocks like that, but I know you didn’t do anything to Y/N. I’m just protective of her because she’s my world, and all that. I’ll buy you a drink sometime at the Three Broomsticks. Can you forgive me?” Teddy explained, eyes cast downward and hands in his pockets.

Louis looked uncomfortable, but smiled and shook Teddy’s hand.

“I understand, Teddy.” He replied, adjusting his scarf. “But if you think I’ll drop that drink offer, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

Teddy scoffed.

“Can’t catch a break, can I?” He joked, starting to turn and walk towards Y/N’s dorm.

“Hey!”

At the sound of Louis’ voice, Teddy jerked back around.

“Honestly though, you’re being a bit dull.”

Teddy became quite perturbed, and pushed up his sleeves, walking towards Louis with intimidation. His apology apparently didn’t go as planned.

“What did you say to me?”

Louis let out a chuckle.

“You’re being daft, Teddy.” He explained. “Do you really think Y/N has eyes for anyone else? The girl that scribbles your name in her notes? The girl who got up the courage to talk to you for a month, then just asked you when the next Hogsmede visit was? The girl who would cry at night because she was afraid that you wouldn’t even notice her existence?”

Teddy did feel a bit stupid, and ran his fingers through now light peach hair. He gave a strangled smile.

“Love makes you stupid, my friend.” He said, giving Louis a small wave.

“I’d drink to that.” Louis replied, with a short nod.

Teddy walked away, with a fantastic smirk, and set off to hold and cherish Y/N, like he’d done for months, and would do for years.

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Drunk In Love (Harry Styles Imagine)

Requested by anon! ✨

Words couldn’t possibly explain how amazing this entire month has been for me.
I just got my best friend Harry back from God knows where the hell that boy has been because it’s as if he literally travels everywhere non stop.
Personally I don’t have a clue as to how he could do that, just go from place to place without ever feeling strange or uncomfortable.
I’m scared to even set foot in a airplane, much less sit in one for hours and being aware of how high off the ground I am, I prefer to be on it thank you, and quite frankly just the mere thought of it sends major chills down my spine.
But I guess that’s the benefit of being a huge star, going everywhere around the world and feeling loved and right at home because of your amazing fans who always support you in every single thing you do.

I can’t say I disagree with any of them, this guy truly does amazing things all the time, and what I love the most about him is that no matter how big he becomes in the world of fame, he will always be humble, a very down to Earth man, hell, he doesn’t even like the word famous, in fact he absolutely hates it!
And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I am so proud to call Harry Styles my best friend, it seriously never fails to amaze me how his life has changed so much for the better, I’m saying because I’ve known Harry for years, even a bit before his little audition in the X factor when he had his little cupid looking curls, oh God he really did look like an adorable cherub back then didn’t he? All he was missing was the tiny angel wings and a small harp to constantely play in those gigantic hands of his.
What makes me laugh and love the most is the fact that the only thing he will always have such a big head about is the fact that he used to work at a bakery, but I have YET to taste a cookie made by him.

Anyway, as soon as I heard from his old bandmates that he was on his way back here in Los Angeles, the first thing I did was call his british ass up to see if it was true, cause unfortunately Niall, Liam and Louis have a history of pranking me so much, it’s pretty hard to believe almost anything they tell me now, those little hansome dibshits.
Well, Harry had certainly confirmed saying it was indeed true, and as soon as he landed, the very next day he came to my house and took me out and about these past few nights, kind of as a way to make up for all the time he didn’t spend with me.
Even though I honest to God told him that there was no need for him to do that, he insisted because, and I quote, “I missed you too fucking much poppet.”
Man, I don’t really know why but it makes me feel pretty damn special that I’m basically the only female in his life he calls that cute nickname, ever since we were younger actually.
I always found it to be the most adoring thing in the world, it makes me smile.

Overall, as I have said, him and I have been hanging out a lot lately, we have created some amazing yet crazy memories together I never thought could be possible, and it also made me realize just how boring it was without him in town, not to mention how much I truly missed him.
Although I must say the other lads did a good job in substituting I guess you can say, they are so sweet to even do that in the first place really.
In fact, I have pretty much developed a very special bond with each of them now, don’t get me wrong, I love them all and we’ve always gotten along great since the beginning, but out of all four I have always been the closest to Harry, just because as I’ve known him longer, that’s all.
I love to say that I have my own little night out routines with these three goof balls, Niall is my drinking and golfing buddy, Louis is my night club buddy, and Liam well, he’s more of my, let’s just kick back and chill buddy, but not the type of chill people love to do these days so please get your mind out of the gutter.

You know it’s strange though, just yesterday I was telling Harry about the fun time I had with the other boys and if I’m not mistaken, he actually got a little jealous?
I mean maybe it’s just my imagination but I perfectly saw the way his features just tightened intensely, even his jawline seemed sharper than usual.
When I asked him if he was okay, he tried to play it off telling me that the food he ordered was a little too spicy, but I know my best friend all too well, he is absolutely horrible at hiding his emotions, still, I decided not to push the issue, I didn’t want to ruin all the fun we were having and make things awkward.
Now that it’s the next night, Harry and I decided to do something more simple, at first he wanted to go out again but I had suggested for us to have a nice movie night, just like when we were younger, or even better watch the packers game together that’s comming on in about an hour.

I was already dressed up in my most comfortable clothing and grabbed the snacks I had went out shopping for earlier, setting everything up in the living room and placing the stack of dvd’s I got from redbox.
My eyes happen to glance at the time and my brows furrowed to see that Harry was not here yet and he said he would be in this exact time.
I grabbed my phone and texted him asking of his wereabouts since usually he’s very prompt.
As a response I saw the glow of my screen brighten up with his picture.
My thumb tapped on the green button…
“Loser!” I playfully greeted as I placed the phone against my ear.
“Well that’s harsh!” He jokingly yelled on the other line, causing me to take the cell away from me for a second.
“Haha sorry you know I love you, where are you? Are you stuck in traffic or something?”
“Sort of but s'not why I called.”
My brows furrowed once more curiously…
“What’s up then Styles?”
“Eeeeeehhhh…how angry would you be if I changed our plans for the evening?”
I rolled my eyes with a head shake, not angrly though…
“I actually wouldn’t be mad dude, what do you have in mind this time?” I quizzed, letting out a bit of a sigh as I began to put away the snacks and movies again.

“Well Li-”
“Hold on, before you tell me, do I need to change my clothes? Like is it a must?” I ask.
“Depends love, what are you wearing?”
“Sweats, a plain white t shirt, and my cookie monster slippers.” I explained, immediately earning myself a rapsy chuckle.
“You’re adorable poppet.”
I grinned with a slight laugh and just waited for him to tell me.
“Yes you have to change clothes, big time. Liam is actually having a party at his house, he texted me saying that you and I are more than welcome to come, but if you don’t want to we could just stay in it’s alright.” He assured me.
I took a moment to think about it, from what I’ve experienced Liam throws some pretty wild parties, and this is that he’s a really laid back guy, but get a few shots of grey goose in him and he’s anytbing BUT laid back.
I had a really great time last bash so I guess tonight should also be fun, especially now that Harry is here.
“(Y/N)?…” He called out, snapping me out of my thinking.
“Wha? Oh! I’m still here, um you know what? Let’s go! I’m in the mood to party. Let’s me just get dressed really quick.”
“Great, I’m pretty close to you, so I’ll be there in a bit and we can go.”
“Sounds good, later Haz.” I say before we hung up on each other.
As soon as I plugged my phone so it could charge for a bit I hauled ass down the small hallway of my bedroom to see what the heck I throw on.

Lord knows how long it took to search for the right outfit but I finally found the perfect one, it was cute but also simple, just a nice thick strapped little black dress with a jean jacket, sheer tights, and my black and white converse.
I let my messy bun down and straightened it as fast as I could, then after I thanked God that I had some time to put on makeup and make myself look presentable.
As I was putting on some sparkly highlight I heard my phone ringing again in the living room.
I took some quick steps to answer it and sure enough Harry was outside.
“Let me just get my small purse I’ll be out in a second.”
“It’s alright love, no rush.” He kindly promised, I swear to God he has the patience of a saint, sadly I can never be like it, too much of a short fuse honestly.
I ran around the house once more, almost making myself sweat like a pig trying go gather the things I need to bring with me, perfume, gum, deordorant, feminine care products, house keys, extra lipstick, hair bands, and last but not least, a bottle of pain killers in case I go overboard with the Ciroc like last time.

Finally, I was out the door and Harry was standing against his car looking down at his phone, he looked very handsome, well when doesn’t he? But tonight he looked extra hansome if that was possible.
To be honest it made me kind of think twice about what I chose to wear.
“Hey curly.” I tell him as I approached.
He glanced up at me and immediately shot a devilish smirk, I already know all too well what’s gonna come out of those bubblegum colored lips next, he parted them but I raised up a firm finger to interrupt.
“Haz! I swear to God if you start singing little black dress I’m gonna kick your ass!” I warned, he literally does it EVERY time I wear this out.
His mouth dropped then quickly formed into a grumpy baby pout…
“You don’t like it when I sing to you?…”
“What? No I love it it’s just-”
“LITTLE BLACK DRESS JUST WALKED INTO THE ROOM!! MAKING HEADS TURN!! CAN’T STOP LOOKING AT YOU!! TAKE IT (Y/N)!!”
“No.” I muttered with a bored expression.
“Take it or you could WALK to the party!” Harry shot, making me gasp dramatically in response.
“So it’s gonna be like that?”
“Yea.” He also muttered, mocking my bored stare.

I slightly grunted, screw it, might as well…
“It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s alright you know! Can we please go now?” I lightly pressed.
“You would absolutely fail the X factor.”
“SHUSH!” I claimed, smacking him on his tatted arm.
“Ow! I’m kidding (Y/N)! Jesus!…Really though you look stunning poppet.” He compliments, moving a strand of hair away from my face.
I smiled and rubbed the same arm I smacked..
“Thanks man, so do you.”
He gave me a thankful smile and followed me to the passenger side of his car to open the door for me like the gentlemen he was raised to be.

It only took about an hour to reach Liam’s huge house since he lives all the way up in the hills of Hollywood.
The loud sound of the music was already making the ground tremble from the huge speakers we could easily see from a mile away, it almost felt like a mild earthquake, if he decides to blast it up any louder I think he can make California go through the big one.
There were an awfull lot of people, more than the last party he threw, and most of them were drunk out of their minds.
“Bloody hell where do I even park?…” Harry huffed, his emerald eyes searching around to find a free space in the middle of what looked like thousands of cars.
I helped him and kept an eye out as well, it took quite a while but fortunately someone came out of the house and drove away, leaving us a good spot to leave the old rage rover in.
Of course Harry stepped out of the vehicle first and ran over to the other side to open my door again and help me out.

The moment I landed onto the outside I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.
I wasn’t joking when I said that there are way too many people here…
I could clearly feel the perverted eyes of a random drunk guy on me as Haz and I walked up to the entrance gates of the house, it gave me such terrible vibes it wasn’t even funny.
I happened to take a small glance at him and I was right, he definately had his glassy eyes locked on me, well more like my chest and legs.
I looked down and notcied I had some clevelage showing so I quickly pulled up the black fabric to cover up and closed up my sweater a bit more.
“You alright there tiny?” I heard Harry question, snapping my head to his direction.
I looked up at his tall figure and he had a bit of a smile going on, but it faded almost instantely when he saw how nervous I must’ve seemed, he even stopped walking and stared down at me with great concern.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, I just caught that guy staring at me…”
“Which guy?”
“The one by the end of the gate…” I tell him.

Without hesitation his eyes landed on the wasted male and shot him the most intimidating glare I have ever witnessed…it’s safe to say I have never seen him look so scary before…
“Hm, don’t you worry about that arsehole, he’s fucked if he even comes near you.”
“Hey Harry man be careful, he may be drunk but he’s still bigger than you.”
“That doesn’t make him a threat love.” He sternly promised.
My orbs went wide at his words, I never knew this side of him, I never even thought once that he was capable of getting this angry and protective, guess I don’t really know my best friend as much as I thought I did.
My eyes didn’t go completely wide until he shocked me by putting a strong arm around my waist, holding me closely on his opposite side so that I was blocked from the stranger’s view.
I have to admit being so close to him with zero space in between us made me feel just a wee bit fuzzy inside, especially when he wouldn’t let go and was cautious of other men around as he entered the gigantic house.

It wasn’t until we were completely inside the house did his arm wiggle away from me.
The music was a little too loud for my taste,
but I was already feeling the need to dance my ass off, another thing Harry quickly noticed.
“I see you’re really feeling the beat already!” He yelled with a wide smile over the booming speakers.
I looked down and saw how my waist was already moving side to side, I swear I didn’t feel that at all.
“I can’t help it!” I shrugged with an amused beam.
Just then Liam immediately spotted the two of us from upstairs and practically ran to hug me with a shot in his hand, then of course he proceeded to greet his band brother.
“I’m so glad you guys can make it! I thought you lames weren’t going to show up!”
“Well have no fear the LIFE of the party is here!” I jokingly shot, locking arms with Harry.
Liam flipped me off and I chuckled, raising my middle finger in the air as well.
Harry just shook his head at the two of us and searched around for something…
“Already looking for a girl to make out with? Possibly hook up?” I smirked.
“Hehehe, no not at all actually, but you know if you’re up for it, so am I.” He also smirked with wink.
I couldn’t help but allow my jaw to drop to the floor, Liam himself was left surprised, I mean he has been sort of flirty with me before, what boy and girl who are just friends doesn’t flirt atleast slightly? But he most definately stepped it up tonight.
What’s with this boy surprising me today?

He side hugged me and gave me a fast peck on my head, his deep accented voice fairly close to my ear as he spoke…
“Just kidding poppet, you’re way more than just a makeout session and a one night stand believe you me.”
And there he goes again, leaving me speechless but this time he decided to throw in my cheeks turning as red as an extra hot cheetoe, through the colorful flashing lights I could see how his features softened up slowly, almost making him appear sad if I’m not mistaking as he looked down on the shiny floor.
My glossed lips parted to say something in response but he beat me to it…
“Payno, where are the drinks?” He asked, pressed more like it.
“Oh! Right over there down in the kitchen mate, all the glasses are under the island so help yourself.” Liam assured.
“Thank God, I need a few, thanks.” He muttered, but loud enough for us to hear while he walked away and dissapeared out of sight.
I have this radther weird feeling inside of me, he was looking fine a second ago but now he just looks down right irritated, like if something is deeply bothering him…or has been deeply bothering him and I just never knew.

“Liam!” I called out, making him turn his head to me meanwhile he down he hard liquor in his small glass, his brows raised as a signal for me to tell him…
“Is my mind playing tricks on me or does he look kind of agitated?”
“Does he? Hm, maybe, I didn’t really notice quite honestly.” He said with a shrug and pout.
I just shook myself out of my concern, I’m sure after putting some alcohol in his system he’ll be his cheerful froggy self once more.
“Alright everybody! Come to the dance floor! This next song is really going to get this party started!” The DJ announced, and the second he dropped the tune with cheers filling the building, I was more in the mood to dance than ever, the song he was now playing was one of my absolute favourites.
“Oh my gosh! I fucking love this song! Liam dance with me?!” I offered, gripping his forearm in excitement.
He slightly laughed and nodded with a friendly smile, placing his empty glass down on one of his coffee tables and taking a hold of my hand to lead us to the dance floor.

Before we began to move our bodies together, I looked ahead in the direction of the kitchen to check on Harry, hoping that he was okay and having a good time.
At first he was unable to be seen, which for some reason worried me, but then I caught clear sight of him sipping on some brown liquor and actually talking to a pretty red headed girl.
From what it appeared they were having a nice conversation, because they were all smiles and laughter.
I felt very relieved knowing that he was good, and getting lose with the jack.
“(Y/N)?!” Liam called my name, gaining my attention from staring at Haz.
“Shit sorry man, just checking on my bestie.” I notified, he nodded again in understanding and we just started dancing from there.
At first we kept a bit of distance from each other, but as we got more into the music, before I knew it I was dancing with my body pressed against his, feeling his large hands firmly holding on to my waist as I shook my hips.
He was also shaking his side to side, and I couldn’t help but blush a nice shade of pink to feel his member through his black jeans, but I tried my best to ignore it and just continue to enjoy myself.

Almost halfway through the second jam I could feel myself being watched by a certain pair of green eyes.
I looked up over Liam’s shoulder, my hair kind of damp from the heat of moving my body to the fast songs, for certain I caught Harry red handed staring at me from the same spot in the kitchen he was in, there were more people around him this time, all laughing and talking except for him.
You would think that me catching him staring my way would make him turn his head, but he didn’t, he kept concentrating on me and Liam dancing.
The house may have been dark but he definately stood out in the middle of that darkness to me, his face was blank, I couldn’t exactly tell if he was down or up, but one thing was for sure he seemed less happier the more he kept his stare at us.

It began to make me go into deep thought once more, I have absolutely no idea why Harry has been acting so weird…
First the way he cringed when I told him
about how it was while he was gone, then the way he got protective me of outside, the way his own sweet words for me made him look broken, and now the way he’s looking towards me…something’s up and I seriously want to know, I feel like he’s holding something back from me, something serious…my heart is telling me to confront him about his behavior lately, but the only thing that holds me back is having that honest confrontation turn into an argument.
I know Harry have had our share of those before but I just don’t want to mess up anything and make him regret comming back to LA.
I witnessed the way he grabbed the little bit of brown liquor that was left in the bottle and just downed it like if it was water.
Oh no…don’t tell me I’m the one who’s gonna have to drive us home tonight…

I can also see how the same red head chick tried to call out for him and gain his attention once more, but he was ignoring her, in fact he ignored her completely and tossed the bottle aside, walking out of the kitchen and comming up to Li and I.
As he took heavy steps towards us the last fast song of the night finished and Liam and I leaned away from each other to fan ourselves and get some cool night air comming through the open doors.
“Wow that was hot….” He chuckled, taking off his black hoodie sweater and exposing his white wifebeater shirt that hugged his perfectly shaped body.
“Ugh I know, maybe next party you can have your AC on.” I chuckled as well while fanning myself and tying my hair up into a messy ponytail.
“Oh that is a promise love.” He agreed.
“Alright party people let’s make things slow and romantic to end the night!” The DJ announced, putting on some slow, romantic music, ironically the song Night Changes.
“Still want to dance?” Liam offered, holding his hand out to me, I shrugged with a nodd but right when I took it Liam turned around to Harry tapping him on the shoulder.

“I think I’ll cut in this one mate…” Harry semi slurred, aw man I knew it, he’s pretty smashed, his emerald orbs were dark and really glassy, and his voice sounded a lot more deeper if that was even possible.
“Woah lad how many drinks did you have?” Liam asked with concern.
“Never you mind about that Paynooo…I’m having fun that’s all.” He answered, placing a hand on his shoulder to shake it.
“I know but are you gonna be alright though?”
“Yea yea I’m a big boy not a child, now leave us, find some other girl to dance with…”
He playfully shoved his head to make him go away but I could very well see some daggers being shot with that last statement.
Thankfully Liam didn’t notice and just shrugged having an amused beam on his face and then left us alone.
He finally looked down at me once again and a huge bright grin made it’s presence be known as he reached for my hand and intertwined it with his, pulling me slowly closer to him.
“C'mere angel.” He slowly and deeply calls me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands held my hips, a little more firmly than Liam may I add.
“I didn’t think you were planning on drinking so much tonight Mr.Styles.”
“Mmm well….it helps Ms.(L/N)…”
I squinted my eyes and bit my lip in curiousity for a slight moment…
“…Helps what exactly?…” I hesitated to inquire.
Then a small gasp was taken into my lips as he went from holding my hips to snaking both of his arms around my waist fully and pulling me closer to his body, our chests pressing so much against each other I can almost feel my boobs getting mildly crushed, I felt chills go down my spine just like before…
“Hmmmm…” I heard him hum, feeling the heat of his breathing while he had his face burried into my neck.
At first this felt weird, at the same time….strangely comfortable…as if it was normal for him to do something this affectionate with me.

“Helps me forget…but now it’s all commin back…” He muttered into my skin, making goosebumps rise up like no tomorrow, the feel of his soft pinkish heart shaped lips felt moving as he spoke ever so slowly as if he’s trying to stress every word that comes out of him.
It made me feel some type of fire I guess you can say in my chest, and oddly it caused me to start picturing the sensational feel of them actually kissing my neck, but I immediately shook off the racey thought…even though I sort of didn’t want to to be truthfull.
I went ahead and rubbed a soothing hand on the soft dark grey cotton fabric of his shirt that covered his toned back while my other rested on his shoulder.
Our bods moving slowly in circles to the soft sound blaring from the speakers that were only some inches away from us.
Aw man Harry smells so wonderful…that cologne of his is very captivating…it’s so attractive and suits him very well, the smell of his curly brown hair was also delightful, and the feel of it was very soft, I almost felt like I was touching the hair of a real life angel.
I decided to play with it a little as I talked with him…
“What’s comming back Harry?…What are you trying to forget?…”

I awaited his reply but I didn’t seem to be getting one, he was so quiet just leaning himself on me.
I rubbed small circles on his back then patted him…
“Haz?…Come on tell me…Harry?” I called, then suddenly I felt him getting heavier and heavier on me, it made me stumble back a few steps.
“Woah woah woah! Harry! Dude! Don’t tell me you’re sleeping!” I yelled and with all my strength pushed his torso away.
Sure enough I was right, he was seriously sleeping, no wonder I felt us stop dancing, but in less than a second he woke up, frantically looking around him until he sighed relieved to see me standing in front of him.
“Oh there you are love…”
“Good morning.” I played.
“Where’d you go off to?” He asked with a raised brow, I see how he can barely keep himself standing straight.
“Dang you’re really plowed aren’t you?” I giggle.
“Wha?…”
“You just fell asleep while we were dancing!” I humorously exclaimed.
He took a look at his surroundings and came to his senses that he was still at the party…
“Oh…right…sorry for that but…you’re very comfortable…I love being in your arms.” He shyly confessed, his smile more adorable than ever before.

I smiled in return and shook my head…
“Awww you’re just saying that because you always get extra affectionate when you’re wasted.”
“Noooo….I mean it!” He says, taking my hand into his once more and trying to pull me close to him.
“Come be my pillow again poppet…”
I gotta admit that was pretty darn cute but I had to refuse his request…
“No no you’re gonna fall asleep again and I CANNOT carry you!”
“Fiiiine…in that case can we go?…M'not comfortable here anymore…my head’s hurting  too now..”
I rubbed his shoulder and agreed, plus the DJ decided to play a couple of more fast songs and now everybody was basically fucking each other on the dance floor around us.
Even though we just got here it’s best for us to step out, we both had our small amount of fun after all so it’s all good.
“Okay let’s get out of here, but first give me your car keys, you’re in no condition to drive.”
Harry slowly patted his pockets and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he touched his pack pockets…oh God what happened?…
“Holy shit…” Was all he could manage to say.
“No. Don’t tell me you lost the car keys please!” I pleaded.
“No not that…my bum feels incredibly firm!” He loudly laughed, eyes shutting tight and all.
“It’s like two stones glued together back there!!”
I face palmed and shook my head, trying my best not to crack up with him.
“Quit screwing around Styles! Car keys!” I ordered, holding out my palm.

Unfortunately he was a little too busy busting a gut to give me anything.
I snorted and smacked his arm, “Haz!”
“Wha?!”
“Ugggh!” I grunted and went behind him to grab them from his back pocket and pushed on his rock hard ass to start walking, which caused him to flinch.
“Move it mister!”
“Woah! Hey officer what seems to be the problem?…” He devilishly smirked.
“Oh my God! Just shut up and keep walking!”

Once we reached the cool, breezy outside and lord knows how I was even able to get this boy into the rage rover with no help whats so ever, as I drove us both back to my small house he slowly started to fall asleep again, but I kept having to tell him to look alive because I still had to get his ass OUT of the car.
Boy do I freakin regret making him stay up though, because now he wouldn’t stop singing his heart out…not that I wasn’t enjoying it, after all he does have one of the most amazing voices in the world, but when he sang while DRUNK, well…actually he still sounded pretty awesome, but it was extremely loud in the small space we’re in.
“NOBODY CAN DRAG ME DOWWWWWWooooWWWoooooWWWNNN!!”
“Harry, I think you should-”
“DOOWWWWN!!”
I turn my head to glare at him and he just laughed like the little shit he’s being.
“Yea I did that to annoy you…”
“I see that, thanks so much.” I murmured, turning my sight back to the road ahead of me.
I felt him grab one of my hands off the steering wheel to hold it, intertwining our fingers together and gently stroking my skin with his thumb, he was holding it a whole differently this time….yup…another moment for me to be blushing like crazy for the millionth time…
“Hehehe awww m'sorry baby you were saying?…”

I almost killed myself snapping my head back to face him, my eyebrows raised up so high I thought they were gonna fly off my face.
Did I just hear correctly or I had a few drinks myself at the party and don’t remember? Because that truly hit home…
“Um…W-what did you just call me?…” I nervously laughed, but my face was kind of serious…
All of the sudden it was as if he wasn’t so drunk anymore, he sat up straight in his seat, instantely taking his hand away from mine in realization of not only the way he was holding it but also what had just slipped out of him.
He just simply cleared his throat loudly and looked out the window, then from there on out heavy silence took control over us both.

Our tongues had literally stopped knowing how to form any words, I wish I knew what to say at this point, but putting all of these clues he has given me throughout the recent time together, it’s fairly obvious just what the hell is going on here.
Only minutes had passed but the silence was basically killing me, and if he wasn’t going to start talking then I will….
“Harry…I think you and I might need to talk…”
“There’s nothing to talk about (Y/N)…”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that…” I almost whispered, seeing how he broke his concentration from the window.
“Is this because I called you baby just now?…It was an honest mistake. Matter of fact you shouldn’t think anything of it.” He stated in a radther stern tone, geez that sounded pretty harsh actually…I guess my thoughts were wrong…
But why do I feel hurt? Shouldn’t I be relieved?
“Okay…got it…but there was no need for you to get mad just saying.”
“I didn’t get mad woman.”
“Dude, you have no filter.” I remind him and gave him the side eye.
“Fine, sorry..”

A few more minutes of agonizing silence later, we arrived at my house at last.
I pulled up to my drive way, parking right behind my car and removing the keys out of the ignition.
I glanced at him and I could tell his head was pounding heavily.
I reached inside my purse and grabbed the bottle of pain killers I had taken earlier and put two in my hand.
“Here drink these, your head isn’t gonna let you sleep.”
“Oh…thank you…but..j-just one sec…” He tells me, opening his passenger door to blow chunks.
Once again, I rubbed soothing circles on his back with giggles escaping my lips, this boy I swear…
Harry threw up a little more and wiped the left over bite of barf on his mouth.
“You good?” I asked, squeezing his shoulder when he came back inside and shut the door.
“Yea…but I’m sorry I threw up on your cat.”
“I don’t have a cat…” I pointed out.
“Shit…” He opened the door again and looked around…
“Who’s ever cat I just vomitted on I’m sorry!!”

Loud laughter released itself from me, knowing my neighbor’s are gonna be so pissed tomorrow.
Harry looked back at me and snorted, quickly cracking up with me.
We stayed in the car with our guts tightening for a moment before we were able to catch our breaths.
“Oh my God I fucking love you.” I chuckled and unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Love you too bugger.”
“Come on let’s get you some coffee, I have extra toothbrushes inside so you could wash your mouth too.” I notified.
“Sounds fantastic thank you.”
“Think you can make it in the house by yourself?” I questioned, only seeing him nodd, well, he should be a little more stable now that he got the worst part overwith.

Once we got inside the house, I gave him the toothbrush and a new bottle of mouth wash and he hurried himself straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
When he came back he drank the pain killers and I told him to rest on the couch while I prepared his coffee.
I took a look at the clock and it was way passed midnight, I didn’t even realize it was almost going to be three o'clock in the morning, no wonder I feel so sleepy.
The coffee machine started beeping and I poured it in a blue glass mug then walked over to the couch where he was laying in, only to find him snoring and sleeping like a baby.
I smiled at how cute he looked and placed the mug on the small table in front of him, grabbing a small blanket from the dryer and placing it over his large body.
After putting one of the couch cushions under his head I stroked his light brunette hair, noticing how a small smile would perk up on the corner of his lips as I touched him that way.
“Hehe, goodnight curly fry…” I whispered, followed by a huge yawn that signaled me to knock out myself.
And believe me as soon as my body hit my bed, it was like someone disconnected me and shut me down completely…

~~~~~~~~

Throughtout the dark of the night, as my chest was slowly rising up and down and my legs were sloppily spread out on the mattress with my blanket only covering some parts of my body…
I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not, but I felt a gentle hand touching my cheek, stroking my skin delicately, and I can feel all my hair that was covering me up being carefully taken away.
Then I heard a handsome and sweet voice lowly mutter my name…
“(Y/N)…”
I couldn’t really respond immediately, because in my mind I thought just hearing things so decided to ignore…
“(Y/N)…” I was called again, then I felt that same gentle hand go up and down my arm…
“Poppet please wake up…”
Right when I heard that word my eyes quickly opened, realizing that it was Harry.
“Hmmm…” I hummed, shifting my body to sit myself up and turn on my lamp.

“Harry?…” I croaked, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes.
“The one and only.” He nervously chuckled, tapping his finger on the corner of his mouth to tell me I have druel.
“Oh…my bad.” I say, wiping it off…well isn’t that embarassing…oh wow I just noticed that he’s shirtless but I’m gonna try my hardest to pretend he’s not…
“What’s wrong? I thought you were sleeping. Did you get sick again?” I asked, running my fingers through my messy hair.
“No…well I still feel a bit woozy but I’m alright…I just couldn’t sleep, I’m sorry for waking you up but I wanted to talk to you.”
“It couldn’t wait till the morning?…” I ask.
He shook his head and said a soft “no.” with a shy smile.
I re tied my hair up again and got myself a little more comfortable.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“M'sorry for getting upset with you in the car. I feel really bad for that…”
I just say quietly and stared at him for a few minutes before shrugging…
“Um..alright…is that why you couldn’t sleep you dork? You already apologized for that anyway.” I giggled.
“Shut your face…there’s more than that…way more..” Harry smiled, but it faded in the blink of an eye, my concern rised up to his stare, he looked so worried especially with the way his thumbs were fiddling with each other and his foot was frantically tapping the floor.

“Hey, come on look at me…” I tell him, putting a calming hand on his tatted forearm, his green orbs looked straight into mine as I spoke…
“Wow I have never seen you this nervous before, not even for a concert…what’s going on Harry?”
“Aaahh I’m…I just don’t know how to tell you…”
“Why? You and I have been super close for many years I’m sure by now you know you could tell me absolutely anything.” I promised, rubbing his forearm up and down, but he stopped it and grabbed a hold of it instead, his grip on it was pretty tight, and I can also feel his palms sweating.
I officially started to get nervous myself, if you could hear the way my heart was racing you would think it would break out of my ribs any moment now.
He kept his concentration on my hand…
“Um…C-Can I lay next to you first?…”
I hesitated for a second but I slowly nodded.
“Sure.” I simply said, scooching over and allowing him to come to my right.
We both got ourselves comfortable and we just layed facing each other until…
“C'mere…” He whispered, bringing me into his arms and pressing me against his bare body.
My face heated up on the quickness, the way his hard and smooth chest felt on my cheek… hearing the way his heat was racing at first but now listening to it come to a more steady pace…was it because he’s holding me now?

“Sorry I know this is a bit weird…”
“It’s alright, no worries, now tell me what’s on your mind.” I say, just staring at one of the birds on his chest and tracing it with my finger.
“Here goes…While I was gone…I’ve realized that….(Y/N) I’m in love with you…”
My expression went completely blank, I almost felt paralyzed, everything in my body went cold and numb…I mean with everything I’ve seen from him I can’t say I didn’t see this comming, I figured it out back at the party, I just never thought in a million years it would actually be true.
“(Y/N)?…Please say something before I have a heart attack…”
Before YOU have a heart attack?!
“I uh…my God Harry that’s mighty big thing you just told me…I mean how did you even come to realize that?…I mean this isn’t the liquor talking right?”
“No of course not, and honestly everything about you made realize that love.” He replied, his huge palm going up and down my back.

I looked up at him and just said one word in question…
“How?”
Harry changed his position so that he looked down upon me more clearly, his head was resting on his palm that was stood up by his elbow, and his other arm was on top of my tummy still keeping physical contact with me.
I just laid on my back and kept my sight on his dialated emerald eyes…
“You’re humble, you have the biggest heart in the world, the most radiant smile that is highly contagious to me, you know damn well you’re beautiful but you don’t have a big head about it like most girls do these days. You make me so happy, but a kind of happy I have never experienced before. And I would always picture myself marrying someone exactly like you ever since I was a younger lad…but why would I need to find someone who’s LIKE you? When I already have the real deal right here in front of me in all her beauty? (Y/N), You are just a beautiful creation from above inside and out overall which I was so lucky enough to have so close to me throughout most of my life.
God you even make me nervous all the bloody time, in fact you’re doing it right now see?”
He asked, taking my hand and placing it on his smooth, inked up skin, his heart really was beating a thousand beats per minute.

I have to admit, I felt happiness hearing these sweet words from those kissable looking lips.
But I don’t know why part of me began to already have some doubts…
“Harry…I’m shocked, no guy has ever made me feel so loved like you’re doing right now…but you can have literally every girl in the entire world-”
“But I only want one and she’s right here….” He slowly whispered, emphasizing every single word as much as possible.
At this point our faces were only inches away from each other…I know that I was still in shock, but I know, I know for a fact that my heart wanted him too…I want to be with him….
I realize that now as well, and now that I truly take my time to think about it, I have had feelings for Harry since the day I’ve met him, it started out as a simple crush, but then they became stronger over the years.
I’ve just always managed to push those feelings behind me and keep them there, even more when he became famous with the boys…
Because I thought that he would never go for just a regular girl like me…but man…I was wrong…I was dead wrong…

“What’s on your mind poppet?…”
“Nothing just…soaking all of this in…”
“I know it’s something major…but I don’t regret telling you…although I might in the morning there’s still a wee bit of alcohol in me but..yea.”
I slightly and quietly laughed, then taking a moment to just stare at his lips, they are really alluring me being so close to my own.
“You alright down there?…”
“I’m fine, just not really having a clue on what to say here..”
“(Y/N) you don’t have to say anything…but I really would love it if you told me that…you love me back…baby please tell me you love me back…” He begged.
“You called me baby again.” I stated with a smile.
“Well you are my baby…you always will be to me…”
Silence fell over us one more time, it became just like how it was in the car, neither of us knew what to say next.
His handsome features said it all as a few minutes went by though, me being quiet was probably making him think that I don’t feel the same way…
He looked down, a lot of hurt and a cracking heart evident in his orbs…
“Um..look It’s more than okay if you don’t feel that way for me sweetheart…just know that I-”
“Harry?…”
“Mm?” He hummed, looked back over to me and I placed my hand on his cheek, stroking it gently…
“Kiss me yea?” I beamed brightly, his eyebrows raising up high to the sky…
“What?…do you really want me to?”

I nodded, my smile getting bigger if possible…
and so was his…
“Wait does that mean you-”
“Yes it does, now shut up and come here poppet.” I say, using his same nickname for me for the first time since we’ve known each other.
He happily hovered completely over me as I placed my hands on his neck and pulled his head down to me.
I don’t know where I grew the balls to do something like this that I only ever just imagined, but I was so happy I did it, because when our lips connected, it was the most out of this world feeling in me, in both of us I’m sure, too amazing for words to describe perfectly to be honest.
I know that any girl who is a huge fan of his would probably kill to be in my position, hell I would too if I weren’t me, his lips honest to God are the most tender and loving pair I have ever placed my own on, he is such an excellent kisser it’s seriously beginning to make me question whether this man is human or not…
He’s an angel, my angel, and I know he’s going to make me the happiest female in the world.
And just like how he pictures being my husband one day, I damn well picture being his wife.

I sure hope he remembers all of this in the morning, or atleast only our very first kiss…

Man, I love him…I really do love him…and if anything I’m the real lucky one here…

My goodness though, our kiss is getting pretty heated now, but don’t you dare think for one second we are gonna go from zero to one hundred just yet, ease back a little cause that special moment is for later.
Although I’m not so sure with the way we are getting sexy at this point, and him being shirtless is not helping, also my hands can’t stop roaming on his muscular torso.
Woah…he was surely right about what he said back at the party…

His butt truly is incredibly firm!

(This took me quite some time to write but I’m so happy I was finally able to finish it! I pray I did a good job! Love you all! 💕)
-YessyLove🌶

camila, prt ii *

WARNING : contains graphic sexual content 

: also, look out for actress series part two coming tomorrow at 6 EST

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

He’s watching you with sad eyes as you put your damp face in your hands. You can tell by the way his eyebrows tilt inwards, almost like he’s confused, before giving way to his pretty, pouted lips. “I don’t know what else to say to make you feel better, Doll,” Shawn explains quietly, “other than just saying again that nothing happened. It was just a big crowd, you know? And Camila always would say that she got claustrophobic so I -”

“Stop.” You’re not gentle with him or how you say the words. They hit his skin like knives and you’re watching the table but you know that he flinched. “You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get, baby? Tell me.” He reaches for your hand but you jerk it away, feeling burned.

“Stop with all the fucking pet names, okay? I’m not a dog, or some chick you can manipulate with your shitty sweet talk. You embarrassed me in front of the world,” you tell him, voice growing in volume as you gather the courage to look him in the eye. “You made me look like the pathetic ‘girl-at-home’ whose boyfriend can’t keep it in his pants.”

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sungjin

You see it coming because somehow you get the feeling he’s been planning this moment for weeks now. It’s just like him to plot behind those soft gazes that land on your lips and the sharp inhales of his breaths when your tongue darts out to moisten the dryness of the July heat on your mouth. Tonight, sitting at the back of his parked jeep and listening to the sounds of summer on the wharf, the air is thick with humidity and thrumming with expectation. He leans in or maybe you lean forward— it doesn’t matter. What matters is the shadows chasing the rose-gold light that falls upon his face as the sun blinks off into the horizon. And yet somehow, he still manages to catch you off guard.

jae

When it happens, he pulls back in a panic like he had meant to do something else but somehow his lips found yours instead. You tell him it’s okay, but the words— apologies, excuses, something about the bubbly— are coming out of his mouth too fast for coherence or sense or anything but the inflamed dribble of sounds pouring unfiltered and unpracticed. So you wait it out until silence falls over you both like a cold blanket. But when it doesn’t, your hand slides up his chest to take a fistful of his shirt, but even that only slightly derails him from his seemingly endless ramblings. At least, that is, until you catch his lips and shut him up. For now, anyway.

young k brian

The first time renders you helpless and weak in the knees, bass in top volume pulsing hard and deep into your bones. Falling apart in his embrace, you’re barely held up by his strong arms around your waist. One by one your senses roar back to life. First, his lips warm and soft. Next, the smell of his cologne and the feel of his sweater under your palms. Then everything all at once: the drops of rain trailing a path down your hair, your cheeks, and into your kiss, the crisp chill of the night air creeping underneath your clothes, and the carefree laugh that escapes your mouth as you say wow. Guitarist fingers threading into your hair, he pulls you in again. Once is never enough.

wonpil

It’s challenging focusing on a piano lesson when your instructor is pouting at you with full bubblegum lips. Staccato, he says, like songbirds hopping on the hot concrete. His fingers jump ever-so-lightly across the keys, hop-hopping from one note to another filling the practice room in a sweet clack-clacking sound that reminds you of the beach and bubbles. Thoughts elsewhere, you rest your chin on his shoulder just as he declares you hopeless, playfully flicking the tip of your nose. Another pout and you’re hopping forward like that poor bird on hot concrete. Ever-so-lightly your lips touch his, one-two-three-four, each kiss its own. Each kiss separated by the spaces in between. Staccato, you think. You learned your lesson well. Again. Again. Again. And again.

dowoon

You kiss him first because it’s taking him forever and patience is not one of your finer virtues. You all but tackle him when he sits next to you on the sand, uncaring of the cans of soda threatening to spill on his hands and his clothes. For a split-second his eyes grow wide until understanding dawns upon him and you see the expression on his face shift from shock, to awe, to acceptance, and defeat when your lips finally descend upon his. For another moment you’re both frozen under the fireworks unfurling in the technicolor sky until a soft laugh escapes his throat and the pieces fall into place. Then you let him kiss you first, just so you’re even.

colors: reblog and tag yourself

crimson: fatal, sweet, and intoxicating. dancing in ruins, they are a beautiful sort of madness.

vermillion: rusty, wild, powerful, and brilliant. they are abandoned castles and gods made of stone.

amber: dripping with honey and lullabies. they are a quiet kind of queen.

lemon: live fast, die young. fearless and exhilarating, they know everything and nothing.

gold: heart stopping, blazing, beaming. they are lighting up the world tonight.

jade: elegant, sharp, seductive. they are cruelty at it’s finest.

cyan: neon lights and electric love.  they dream in light years.

azure: drunk on the sky, hopelessly hopeful, they are stuck wandering in a world not far from here.

midnight blue: inky, mysterious, and graceful. they know too much to have any optimism.

bordeaux: sophisticated and wondrous, they are stolen kisses and empty lies, fairy tale love and promises of tomorrow.

cream: moonstruck and sundazed, they are the smell of books and secrets better left unsaid.

alabaster: do not mistake their delicacy for weakness. wise and weightless, they are made of stardust.

dusty rose: bubblegum lips and paper masks. one way or another, they are rising to the top.

champagne: bubbly, dancing, the chic life. with lips painted red and hearts painted gold, they are taking on the world.

If Park Jimin was a boyfriend.

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

  • If Park Jimin is your boyfriend then get ready to die biTCH.
  • remember that sticky note thingy where almost all the boys said that Jimin would be a good bf or something??? Imagine him actually being so tho.
  • cutie would do some gooey mush type of stuff like stargazing from the highest hill of Seoul or something.
  • oml HAN RIVER DATE AT MIDNIGHT.
  • he would have snacks in tow.
  • feeding his s/o those snacks because his boo gotta be fed good.
  • s/o would suddenly say they’re cold; you’d expect a lovely boy to hand you their jacket, nah jimin shares. as in; “we can share my sweater?” and so then s/o is practically in their lap and their head is peeking out of the head hole of the sweater that jimin is also wearing and he just wraps his arms around s/o’s waist AND THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO SEE IN FILMS FFS DIRECTORS.
  • THIS IS WHY I WANT TO BE A WRITER.
  • cute parkdatass jimin has the actual courage to press the sweetest kiss to s/o’s cheek.
  • s/o blushes and turn red because they were blessed by bubblegum pink lips that are ethereal and fnoico2info4rnir what is life again?
  • jimin whispers his confession.
  • “i like you too” s/o whispers back as if they were 10 year old cuties on a cute date.
  • thus commences bf! jimin.
  • cute morning texts from him.
  • nighttime texts from him.
  • he’d do that cute shit like looking at the moon or something.
  • he’s the moon, you’re his sun. when one comes up for the other in another timezone, you’ll take a picture and be like ‘OH HEY YOU SURPRISED ME I WASN’T EXPECTING YOU!’
  • it’s like a mother’s meeting.
  • Tae hates s/o because stealing his bestie wtf jimin is breaking the bro code.
  • tae loves s/o when s/o comes to a deal of sending tae memes of jimin when jimin doesn’t notice.
  • party with maknae line.
  • aka snacks and video games.
  • not really jimin though because cuddling always overrules video games now.
  • #backhugsFTWAMIRIGHT
  • as jimin is parkdatassjimin, i suspect s/o to playfully squeeze his butt cheeks or do the yiken challenge on him because dat ass.
  • nose kisses ftw.
  • s/o dying because how did they land the ethereal beauty that is park jimin?
  • s/o actually bonds with Yoongi of their lord and saviour Park Jimin.
  • s/o protects jimin with Hobi #protectjiminsquad.
  • no but really, expect pans on their heads and wooden spoons as weapons against JK and Tae.
  • the #protectjiminsquad is no joke.
  • yoongi is a low-key participant of the squad but its corny and wait is jimin being attacked? yoongi will be joining s/o and hobi.
  • jimin twiddling his and s/o’s fingers together.
  • they end up making a handshake.
  • jk and tae are shaking.
  • but yeah, baby JIMIN is happy and so i’m happy.
  • i am once again, out.
  • thanks for reading :)
Beautiful | Older!Ignis x Reader |

Originally posted by noxtics

Prompt: Beautiful

Pairing: Ignis x Reader

Genre: Romance , Fluff | Warning: None

Words: 541

Author’s Note: This is a little something for @chocobros, who is such a darling to go out of her way and do matchups for people and also someone I’m more than happy to call a new friend. ❤

I hope you like it! ❤


Delicate fingertips traced across the marred tan skin before drifting across the prominent cheekbones and down the chiseled jawline where your hands rested, fully cupping the beautiful man’s face. Soft chestnut tendrils tickled against the skin of your fingers, the single strand of hair laid away from the remainder of slicked back up do. He had aged like fine wine and you drunk it in thirstily.

“What are you doing?” The alluring English accent questioned falling from smooth lips, a hint of intrigue lacing the words as the pad of your thumb brushed across the surface of the pink skin.

A small hum fell from your mouth as half-lidded eyes fluttered, sterling orbs flickering across his face at his expression. Although his eyes no longer were of use, his face was still as expressive as always.

“Just thinking about how beautiful you are, Ignis.” You replied smoothly, voice as soft and melodious as the most well constructed, orchestral song.

You could feel the heat rise off the apples of his cheeks at the compliment, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He was flattered when you complimented him. Usually, it was him doing the complimenting, but ever since losing his sight and gaining the scars on his face, he just couldn’t. He wasn’t the same.

He couldn’t even tell what you looked like anymore. Did you change in the ten years he’d been blind?

“If anyone is to be called beautiful, it would be you, my love.”

He was still so insecure about his looks since he was injured in Altissia during the fight with Leviathan. He didn’t know how beautiful he truly was, especially to you.

But you always silenced them, telling him how beautiful he was day after day and kissing away his concerns. But he still had them, deep inside of his heart tucked away with his many insecurities.

God, he was so lucky to have someone like you. To be in love with such a pure and angelic person that made him feel like a love struck teenager all over again.

A breathy chuckle slipped from your plump, bubblegum pink lips as they made their way across his face, leaving a trail of pecks over the marred skin. The scent of your hair wafted into his nose which caused his left hand to reach up, curling the calloused digits through the silky smooth locks that perfectly framed your breathtaking face.

He committed to memory every moment he had spent with you, drinking in your delicate features and memorizing every inch and curve of your body.

You were the love of his life, the woman he vowed to marry.

That is, if you would still have him.

His damaged eye fluttered closed as he leaned up into the warmth of your lips, his hand guiding your face towards him before his lips pressed against your own. The kiss started off tantalizingly slow, allowing him to take his time to enjoy moments like this. Time was slowly slipping away as the final battle approached, he didn’t know how much longer he had with you.

“I love you, Ignis Scientia.”

“And I you, _____.”

But there’s nowhere he’d rather be than in this exact moment, with you.

Why Don’t You Kiss Her? | M.C

Inspired by this song.

AN: I’ve been wanting to write something about this song for so many years. I find it so fucking beautiful and underrated. Maybe listen to it when you read it? I feel like it could be the perfect soundtrack in a film, oh my god. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

You and Michael had been best friends for the longest of time. Your personalities were so alike that it was like you shared one. There was nobody else who understood each of you like the other did. In fairytales, that’d make you destined for each other. 

You’d spent yet another weekend with your bestie, doing the goofy stuff you’d always done - played video games, watched movies, walked the dog, pigged out on takeouts, the usual. Now it was Sunday afternoon and you were on the sofa which turned into a bed which was supposed to be guests, but being lazy assholes who loved your comforts, you guys always opened it up. You were binge watching some show on Netflix as you snuggled next to him. Your legs were tangled as he held your torso close to him. This was totally normal, you both always got up in each other’s personal space because you were both clingy as fuck and totally tolerated the other person. 

Your mind was set on the show you were watching, but Michael’s was someplace else. He was concentrating on the beautiful soul he held in his arms, taking in your scent of your signature shampoo that lingered in your hair, noticing all the little details on your face and focusing on your expressions you bared as your attention sat with the TV. Everything about you was perfect, so perfect that it was as if a world famous artist had created the beauty that sat before Michael. 

You’re the best of friends. You share your secrets. You know everything that was on his mind; all except one thing, that is… your best friend was truly and utterly besotted with you. He was scared to admit it, but heck, maybe… just maybe… he loved you. But what he was certain on is that he really did have feelings for you. Whenever you were near, he had strong and prominent desire to never let you go. 

It had been going on for long enough; too long maybe. That’s when Michael began to internally converse with himself to decide what the fuck to do. 

Why don’t you kiss her? Why don’t you tell her? Why don’t you let her see the feelings that you hide?

Don’t be so stupid, he thought. He was so afraid to make the first move. Terrified, even. Because one touch could immediately cross the line. But would that even be such a bad thing? 

Would she just turn away? Or would she promise me that she’s here to stay?

Come on, Clifford, you dumbass, he mentally scolded. You can’t keep living like this. It’s been too long. You’re obviously not going to get over her that easily. If you don’t find out how she feels, you’ll never get over this. 'Cause she’ll never know if you never show the way you feel inside.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” 

You looked up to pay the blonde beauty attention. Something about you looking so natural on a Sunday made you so beautiful. Of course, you were always beautiful in his eyes, but seeing the real you, the rawness of reality, it made his heart swell. 

His tongue felt as if it had twisted, his stomach feeling knotted and a lump grew in his throat. 

Say something, you fuckhead. Something, ANYTHING. 

Instead of finding the words, Michael stared in your eyes, which were waiting with curiosity with what he had to say. That’s when he went into autopilot. He leaned towards you and captured your bubblegum lips with his slightly roughened ones. Taken back by what had just happened, you froze in a daze. Unsure of what was going on, but a feeling you had never felt before - especially towards your best friend - overtook your body, signalling for you to comply with the actions. You began to kiss back, which somewhat shocked Michael. He was beginning to think he had ruined it. Destroyed the friendship of a lifetime. But you had proven him wrong. 

He pulled away but was too scared to look at you. He looked down to his lap. You weren’t sure why he was being so shy; it wasn’t normally his kind of behaviour around him. You lifted his chin to bring his minty green eyes to look at yours. 

“Hey, where did that come from?” you asked, half giggling. 

He let out an exasperated sigh. 

“I like you, Y/N… I like you a lot. I have for the longest of time…. Being your friend is without a doubt the best thing that’s ever happened to me…. I’ve been blessed with some incredible opportunities in my life, but the single most incredible thing to have happened is you walk into my life…. I’ve harboured these feelings for some time, always too scared to tell you… but being your best friend has caused those feelings to strengthen to the point where I can’t hide it anymore….” 

He looked down at your bewildered face. 

“I’m sorry…”

You brought his face closer to yours, just an inch away from your lips. 

“The only thing you should be sorry for is not telling me sooner.”

“Huh?”

“I had no idea until you just kissed me, but every atom in my body danced around with passion and excitement. I guess I’ve had feelings, too, without even knowing. Had you told me sooner, we’d probably be steps ahead of where we are now,” you giggled. 

A smile grew across his face with utter happiness. You closed the inch gap between your faces and pressed your lips against this, softly kissing him. There was a wave of euphoria that sparked around both of your bodies. He placed his hands on your face to control the kiss with more passion. Your fingers tangled in the silk of his hair, really letting your lips tell the story of the emotions that ran through your bloodstream. 

As you finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours. His lips stretched upwards almost to his eyes with the ecstatic feelings he was feeling. 

“Be mine?” he asked sheepishly. 

“Always.” 

Masterlist: https://cliffocaine.tumblr.com/masterlist

DIY Lush Inspired lip scrub
This was based off of the Bubblegum lip scrub by Lush and we all know I can’t afford a $10 lip scrub that you can make for under $5 with supplies you already have at home (and can make multiple batches of)! Not to mention it’s 100% edible

Ingredients

  • 3 teaspoons of sugar
  • 1½ teaspoon of jojoba oil (can be substituted with olive oil or any other light oil)
  • 3 drops of edible flavour (I used mint extract)
  • 2 drops of food colour
  • A container to store it in

How to

  1. Pour your sugar into a bowl
  2. Add in your oil and mix until the sugar gets clumpy
  3. Add your flavouring - remembering that a little goes a long ways!
  4. Mix in the few drops of food colouring (be especially careful with using blue or green. I accidentally added too much and my lips turned slightly blue)
  5. Store in a container such as an empty and cleaned makeup container or Tupperware

To use it, simply spread some on your lips, rub them together, and lick off the excess! 

Within Closed Doors

Sub Jungkook smut

These don’t exist so I decided to write my own even though this is my first time writing smut and it’s probably really shitty but it’s ok.

Warnings: use of blindfold, orgasm denial , crying

This is also gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it! :D

Originally posted by mayfifolle


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