guitar stand

Things the Hogwarts Houses say

(loosely based on conversations I’ve had/overheard)

Hufflepuff -

  • “If you don’t start singing along to High School Musical with me in under 30 seconds you will no longer be my best friend" 
  •  "I swear on my chicken nuggets-”
  • “Yes I made that joke up by my self - no it’s not from Spongebob Squarepants how dARE YOU-”
  • “Speaking of Spongebob can we just take a few moments to discuss how much of a masterpiece that first movie was please”
  • “Ah yes, it’s 3 in the morning, time to get emotional and tell all my friends how much I love them”
  • “You made me chocolate??? Oh my God I love you so much thank you I’ll have some right no - THIS HAS RAISINS IN IT YOU TRICKED ME
  • “Oh my God yeah I saw that movie, my favourite part was when - oh shit wait there’s this adorable kitten video I meant to show you last week and I completely forgot let me get it up on my phone”
  • “Sorry I’m late I was up all night watching those videos where kids get surprised with puppies”
  • “Are you awake? Great, let’s start planning our future homes together, I have a pinterest board ready”
  • “This is my favourite photo album! It’s full of photos of all the cats and dogs I’ve made friends with on my walks, I’ve even given them all names”
  • (crying) “Stop calling me emotional God damn it”

Ravenclaw -

  •  "Of course I remember you said you liked the colour red, you told me at like 1:35 am last year in May"
  • “What? Simplifying equations? No, I can’t help with that but I do know all the words to every Simpsons episode in the first 5 seasons if that helps"
  • “Sorry I really can’t go out today. No I’m fine, I’m just stressed I’m doing something important. I’m trying to memorise all the words to this documentary about frogs - What? Yes of course it’s important!”
  • “I discovered and fully analysed that meme 3 weeks ago, step up your game”
  • “What do you mean why do I have a folder full of strategic plans on how to succeed at animal crossing, that’s not weird?”
  • “Sir, I don’t mean to be rude but I’ve been doing my own research and you’re getting all of this wrong. Well yes I know I’m not the teacher here but - Yes, actually, I’d love to teach the class my self I’ve already made a lesson plan, thank you”
  • No, I won’t come and see Jurassic World with you. Because it’s completely unrealistic! Do you have any idea what dinosaurs are actually supposed to have sounded and looked like? Even adult velociraptors weren’t meant to be that b - OK you know what, I will come, but I’ll be pointing out every single problem to you. No, it’s too late, you already invited me. I’m buying our tickets right now, don’t move”
  • “You really think you can beat me at Mario Kart? I have spent YEARS studying this game and honing my skills, spending hours upon hours training until my hands cramp and even my tv is judging the amount of time I’ve spent playing and you think YOU can beat me? Let’s fucking go
  • “I think these guys think I want to murder them because I followed them home but it’s only because I overheard them talking about what would happen if Pokemon is real and I wanted to see how good their logic was”
  • “Shut up? Shut up? I haven’t shut up for 17 years and I’m not about to start now”
  • (crying) "I just want Shakespeare’s ghost to be proud of me”

Gryffindor - 

  • “I’d love to have a sleepover but it can only be when there’s a thunderstorm so we can dance in the rain, let me check the weather forecast”
  • “Did that bee just try and sting you? COME BACK HERE BEE YOU COWARD I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP - wait shit no run”
  • "What did you say? Don’t touch it? Alright.” (touches it as soon as the person turns away) “Sucker”
  • “Whaaat? Someone wrote on the desk? No it wasn’t me I would never do th - My name was there? Well, I’m not the only one in the world with my na - My surname was there too? What are the chances?!”
  • “Help me I started saying lmao ironically and I can’t stop”
  • “Before you say anything it wasn’t me - unless it was something awesome then I definitely planned the whole thing”
  • Excuse me? They said what to you? … I have to go for a second, I just remembered something completely unrelated. No, no, I’m not taking this fork with me for any particular reason”
  • “Um, did you just tell me it’s impossible to sing along to a guitar solo? Stand back. Your mind is about to get blown”
  • “I am so not drunk! I’m completely drunk! … Wait shit I meant sober”
  • “I bet I can stay up for longer than you - what no I’m not tired shut up - nO THAT WASN’T A YAWN I WAS JUST SHOWING YOU WHAT IT WOULD LOOK LIKE IF I WAS TIRED - SEE I DID IT AGAIN TOTALLY ON PURPO - ok fuck you I’m going to sleep”

Slytherin - 

  • “Oh my God, just tell me what you did already so I can start complaining”
  • “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Did you say STOP saying fuck, or KEEP ON saying fuck?”
  • “Over your dead body? I was hoping you’d say that”
  • “If you even LOOK at them one more time I will take a stick as big as your ego and stick it right up your-”
  • “Don’t come near me or - OK fine, we can snuggle for exactly 15 minutes. I’m setting a timer now”
  • “Hey, I saw you posted a picture of us on instagram yesterday where my eyeliner isn’t completely straight? You’re gonna have to delete that, if anyone thinks my eyeliner isn’t drop dead perfect every day and that I’m not a literal make up goddess I’ll lose my reputation as the Regina George of the school”
  • “But keep the one where I’m wearing no make up so that all those bitches know I still kill it without trying”
  • “Oh come on, you know I’d never do anything to embarrass you! Speaking of which, that video I posted on youtube the other day of you falling down the flight of escalators in the shopping centre has reached over 1000 views”
  • “My dad told me tattoos were trashy so I got a giant tattoo saying ‘trashy’ on my back I’ll send you his reaction later”
  • “I’m not a sentimental person but if you touch my teddy bear I will turn you into a stuffed trophy to put next to him”
  • “What do you mean I look smug this is my normal face”

anonymous asked:

HC: richie crying after eddie tells him that he loves him for the first time bc nobody ever says that to richie, not even his family, and it's so good to be loved and feel loved and wOw, he is overwhelmed

- richie would be staying at Eddie’s due to a rough week at his parents house and he brought his guitar with him to annoy Eddie with whilst he’s trying to do his homework

- one night Eddie came out the shower to hear richie singing softly to himself and playing the guitar and Eddie would stand in the doorway and just watch him because he looked and sounded beautiful

- when he was done richie would see him standing there and just go red because oh shit, no one was supposed to hear

- “I sound like a dying cat, sorry ‘bout that e-“

- “I love you”

- Richie nearly choked on air

- it goes silent and neither of them move and Eddie goes a little red because why isn’t richie saying it back??

- then richie would feel his bottom lip quiver and he’d look away and put his guitar down so he could put his face in his hands

- Eddie would rush over and start fawning over him, asking what was wrong and Richie would just stare at him with tear filled eyes

- “you love me? how?”

- “what are you talking about? Because you’re you, rich, thats why I love you”

- that just makes the poor boy cry harder and Eddie holds him until he calms down enough to talk

- he tells Eddie he hasn’t heard anyone tell him that in years, even his parents didn’t say it, and Eddie nearly starts crying

- Richie is always so scared Eddie hates him because of his jokes but Eddie admits that’s what he loves, richie has always been himself around him

- Eddie kisses Richie so damn gently and Richie is an absolute sucker for this boy

- he doesn’t say it back until Eddie is curled into his chest that night and he smiles to himself because he’s with the most beautiful boy he’s ever met, and he loves him

- “love you too, Eds, always have, always will”

Quality moments from Bananaz

Bc I’m re-watching it and in case you needed convincing that you should watch/re-watch it too

  • Opening with a excerpt from a zombie movie like what else
  • Jamie not liking the layout of his hotel room
  • Damon laughing at Jamie’s pain
  • Damon referring to himself as a ‘really good boy’
  • “I know the guy who invented all of that (American Idol etc)…he’s got so much money and all it’s given him is a slight weight problem and really, really, really orange skin”
  • Damon failing multiple times to catch a cigarette in his mouth
  • “Who the fuck is Paula”
  • “And Damon said “you’re always drawing stuff like that” (‘17 year old girls with guitars’), and so I just drew a 10 year old”
  • Jamie describing Murdoc as an ugly, snaggle-toothed Satanist
  • Jamie being salty about Damon just being able to come up with ‘great little tunes’ while he’s stuck animating
  • Damon saying that Punk sounds “fucking wicked” and then calling it a ‘nasty track’
  • Damon humping his guitar once standing up, and then getting down on the ground and humping it again
  • Jamie sarcastically asking the camera man if he thinks 2 weeks is enough time to animate a video
  • Damon kissing baby Missy’s head when she tries to grab the lyric sheets out of Ibrahim’s hands
  • “This is extremely important Jamie” Damon says to Jamie. “So important he hasn’t even got any trousers on” says Jamie to the camera as he points at Damon who hasn’t, in fact, got any trousers on
  • Jamie’s genuinely terrifying impression of Murdoc
  • Damon slagging off Americans (I live for it)
  • Nelson fucking around while recording voice lines and reciting dirty limericks
  • Phil’s Murdoc groans that go on for just long enough to make you feel mildly uncomfortable
    • Phil’s exaggerated arm movements while he roars “MELT IT’S FACE”
  • “Damon? It’s the police, they want you to stop playing the fucking flute” ~ Cass Browne, sick of Damon’s shit
  • “I thought this was about showing people what Gorillaz was about? Right then, so I’m going to play my banjo”
  • Damon tellling the story of how Jamie had to start hiding his underwear because Damon kept stealing them and losing them
  • Damon accidentally hanging up in the middle of a fucking interview
    • Then just sitting there and drooling while someone tries to sort it all out
  • “Where is Murdoc and 2D and Russel and Noodle today?” “Well Murdoc is lying inside having a vodka enema with his favourite female nurse at the moment”
  • Jamie not wanting to win an award because he’s too lazy to get up and accept it
  • Damon throwing up right before a show and everyone freezing for a second and having no idea what to do
  • Jamie asking the woman interviewing him where she shops for her lingerie
  • Damon yelling at people for watching him take a shit despite having the fucking door open
  • A 2 second shot of Damon wearing an off-white singlet that no one asked for
  • “Damon, are you wearing lipstick?” “FUCK OFF”
  • Damon staring straight at the camera and getting really close while singing Rockit and making everyone watching mildly uncomfortable
  • “I am relaxed, except for when I’m with you” ~ Jamie Hewlett, done with Damon Albarn’s SHIT
  • Damon’s jar of Feel Good Inc laughs
  • “Castrophonoy”
  • Damon almost throwing up before a show AGAIN
  • Drunk Shaun Ryder feat. lollipop
  • Jamie grabbing and licking the camera
  • Damon being really snarky and sarcastic in an interview
  • Damon getting really annoyed by American children singing the wrong lyrics for Dirty Harry
    • Damon having to explain the lyrics to Dirty Harry and getting increasingly pissed off
  • Then cut to Jamie sitting up in the back of the car and asking “where’s Damon?”, sounding slightly panicked
  • Damon yelling that if everyone keeps farting, he’ll be sick and it’ll mess up his vocals
  • Damon then being a hypocrite and telling everyone to shush, and then farting really loudly

Why do people defend microtransactions? I will never understand this…

EDIT: If you’re a Blizzard stan, here to defend Overwatch’s microtransactions, do us both a favour and just ignore this post. There is literally no defense you can give me for this that I haven’t already heard a million fucking times at this point. You will just be wasting both my time AND your time. I think Overwatch will survive one person expressing distaste at it’s microtransactions.

Also, original comic by owlturd. Given that I put this in his tag already, and that this is very obviously an edit, I didn’t think it was necessary to point this out, but apparently so. Should have just put this credit here in the first place.


Baby Fever//H.S. Imagine//

So technically this is a continuation of this imagine but I decided to just make it it’s own story, thank you to the lovely anon who requested it!

As you were sitting back stage before Harry’s concert began you couldn’t ignore the flutter your heart gave. Harry interacting with Lux was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen, he seemed so genuinely happy and caused a constant flow of giggles to fall from her mouth. You drowned out the screams of fans standing in the audience waiting for your love to go preform and began to think. You really wanted a child with Harry, you assumed he did too, but you weren’t sure how to tell him. As he handed Lux away to another persons arms you walked over and wrapped your arms around him.

“I really want a baby with you Harry,” You inaudibly mumbled into his shirt, at least you thought it was inaudible.

When you looked up his eyes were the size of golf balls and it didn’t seem like he was breathing. He opened and closed his mouth like he was going to say something but he stayed silent and just looked at you. He searched your face for any sign of doubt but instead he found a look of regret. Oh no, you thought. In one swift motion he pulled away from your touch and rushed to grab his guitar and stand behind the curtain. You felt a tear drop down your cheek, you looked down at your feet and tried to hide the devastated expression on your face. You sped walked to Harry’s dressing room and sat on the couch curled in a ball. Your thoughts started to fill the empty space in your head. Was that a no? Can I blame him for not wanting a baby? Maybe it’s too soon, i should have waited longer. Does he think i’m not good enough? Maybe he doesn’t want anything more than a relationship with me, maybe he’s worried it will mess up his career. So there you sat for the duration of Harry’s show, you cried a little bit but mostly you ate the snacks on the table and stared mindlessly at the TV. Your phone buzzed and you glanced at it, reading the text:

Love Bug: I have to stay late and talk with Jeff, meet you at the hotel?

You: Ok.

You really didn’t have the energy to type anything else, nor did you really want to. You gathered all of your things and stole a small chocolate that you didn’t get a chance to eat. As you opened the door you swung your purse over your shoulder and tried to look as content as possible. You whispered a thank you to the driver once you jumped into the car and slammed the door shut. The car was warm, you assumed the heat was on and you snuggled into the seat. The view of London occupied you while you looked out of the window and filtered your thoughts to think mainly positive. 

The car came to a stop in front of you and Harry’s hotel and you left the warmth of the car to be hit with cool, London air. It was somewhat relaxing as you walked to the hotel entrance and through the revolving doors. Once you were inside your room and in a warm set of pajamas you felt out of place, you had no clue what to do with yourself. You ended up wrapping yourself in the covers and listening to the sound of cars whizzing by the building. 

You must have fallen asleep because when you woke up you heard the sound of Harry picking pajamas from his bag lying on the floor. His air was in a messy but cute style and he didn’t even notice you staring at his side profile. You closed your eyes again and listened to the shuffle of him changing, you decided you wouldn’t bring the subject up again and you would eventually get over it. Maybe in the future you could still have a baby of your own. You felt a draft of cold air hit your back as Harry lifted up the covers and slid into his side of the bed. His wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer using his leg, you noted how cold his feet were. 

“Hello, love.” Harry spoke in an almost whisper. 

“Hi, H.” You replied. A yawn escaped from you and you started to enjoy the warmth coming from Harry’s body.

“I hope she has your eyes.”

You were positive your heart stopped, “Huh?”

“Our baby, I hope she has your eyes.”

“You…You want to have a baby with me?”

“Of course I do. And I hope she yawns like you when she’s tired, and giggles like you when you’re tickled. And I wonder if she’ll wrinkle her nose like you when she concentrates, or smile in her sleep like you do.” At this point a few tears had fallen from your eyes, clouding your vision of the window by the bed. You don’t think you had ever been more happy than you were at that very moment. You could feel Harry’s breath on the back of your neck ad he went on and on about all the little things he hoped your tiny creation would have. 

“How do you know it will be a girl?” You wondered. 

He planted a sweet kiss on the top of your head, “I just know.”

Part Two? I can’t get enough of Dad!Harry so let me know what you guys think! Don’t forget my requests and open and so is my inbox xx. 

Get Some Rest

A/N: Fluffy!Shawn below hehehe. This is my first time to ever post any writing to Tumblr, so I am EXTREMELY nervous. I apologize for the name (I suck at those). Thank you to everyone who has helped me edit and reedit this imagine 20 times. You are all so appreciated. I hope you like it. Feedback is appreciated.

 I stretch my arms out and turn over.


I lay in the bed, and I could see the light was still on in the office down the hall.

How long had I been asleep?

I look at the clock. 3 a.m.

Shawn had been working since about midnight on a melody he discovered earlier that day while playing around on his guitar. He wants the song to be perfect and that’s understandable, but this late?? I slide out of the bed and let out a troubled breath as my feet hit the cold floor. Walking down the hall quietly, there sits Shawn with his back turned to me. He’s still hard at work, strumming chords and scribbling incoherent thoughts on paper like he’s been doing for the past 2-3 hours. Standing behind him, I wrap my arms around his neck, kiss the top of his head before resting my chin on it. He places his warm hand on my arm and lowers his head to kiss my skin.

“Hello darling, what are you doing awake so late?”

He is concerned about my sleep which is sweet, but the boy has to get some rest of his own. He has spent many long nights in this office for the past week, and I was beginning to worry that he was overworking himself. He is obsessed with perfection, but he is in desperate need of a break.

“I was sleeping until a bright ass light woke me up. I wonder who’s fault that may be,” I giggle in his ear, “it’s late and you really should get some sleep”.

He laughed softly, “I’m so close though. Really babe, it’s all coming together so perfectly. Just listen”. His voice now sounding like an eager child. I comply and sink down beside him in the chair, and he smiles as he begins to play. He starts to play an euphonious tune. Of course everything he plays is beautiful but this was different. So raw and pure. I could see Shawn was proud of it because he couldn’t stop smiling as he strummed the chords slowly.

“You’re right baby, it’s incredible. But why don’t you come to bed, and you can finish the rest tomorrow?” I suggest leaving a small kiss on his check.

He actually looks at me for the first time since I had walked into the room and cracks a smile when notices I have on his big t-shirt. God, when he looks at me with that smile. That beautiful, bright smile that makes my heart flutter. That smile could break me at any moment. That smile, is mine.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Mendes?”

“Oh nothing,” he stops his gaze, “you have the most gorgeous bedhead is all. Very sexy”

Letting out an embarrassing chuckle, I hit his chest as he winks, grabbing my wrist to pull me into his lap. He looks at the shirt I’m wearing again and raises his eyebrow.

“Oh, so THAT’S where my favorite shirt went. I was beginning to think it grew legs and disappeared,” he puts his guitar down and pulls me into a tight embrace.

He puts his head on my shoulder and lets out a soft sigh. He is tired, but he is too afraid to admit it. He wants to finish this song tonight, but he needs sleep. I reach up and start to run my fingers through his hair.

“Come on love, let’s get some sleep. You can continue this in the morning”

I get up and begin to pick of his papers that contained failed attempts at lyrics he had discarded throughout the room. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if to protest, but he finally gives in and starts to help me clean up the office. He put his important papers inside his laptop and closes it. Once we picked everything up, he put his guitar on the stand and we headed for our bedroom. I got into the bed and buried myself into the covers while Shawn got ready for bed. I giggled to myself as I could hear him humming his newly discovered tune as he brushed his teeth. He is such a goober, and I adore his cute little quirks. I am pulled out of my thoughts as I hear the water shut off and the door open. He’s just in his boxers. God, does he look sexy as ever. His defined abs and toned arms. I have to control myself. NONot tonight. He needs sleep. I try and remind myself. He gets into bed and cuddles up to my side.

“Do did you really like what I have so far lyrically, darling?”

Shawn loves getting feedback. It has always been something he has craved from the people close to him. He truly values my advice and it makes my heart flutter to know that he takes it into the utmost consideration.

“Yes it was beautiful. It has a more edgy sound. Different from your other songs, but I honestly think it’s a good different. To me, it shows you’re really growing as an artist, and I am so proud of you. You work so hard, and it is really paying off for you, love. I just wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard all of the time. It’s okay to take a rest sometimes. Some people would even consider it healthy,” I tease as I poke his nose. He scrunches his face at my touch and smirks.

“I know baby, but I just want everything to be perfect, ya know? Even when I think I’m giving my all, I feel like I could still give more. So many people are relying on me and I don’t get a break just because I’m younger than the average artist. If anything, it makes me have to prove myself more to prove that I am meant to be ranked in the same category as bigger artist. But I do understand where you’re coming from, darling. I love you so much. I promise I will try and cut myself more slack”

I smile and lean up to kiss him softly murmuring a soft “I love you” between us. I adore his ambition and passion so much. He is such a genuine person, and I am so thankful that he is mine, all mine. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight. Leaving a tender kiss on my forehead. He fingers then trail down my back and go underneath my shirt as he caresses the small of my back. His touch sending shivers down my spine. He was drawing shapes into my back as my eyes grew tired.

“Are you ready to go to sleep yet, love? You really need some rest,” I yawn against his chest. He giggles at my words which were barely audible, but he got the gist. He leaves a lingering kiss my forehead one last time.

“Are you positive that you’re tired though? There are so many other things we could to you know…” he says and I look up in disbelief and let out a chuckle at his words. This kid is actually suggesting this when it is almost 4 in the morning. Got to give him props for trying.

“Shawn it is late and YOU should be asleep anyways. The whole reason I brought you to bed was for you to rest. Not for you to score. Not tonight, no sir. Ask me again in the morning and maybe you’ll get lucky,” I say as he lets out a soft laugh.

“Alright alright, goodnight my love,” he buries his face into the blanket before whispering, “better make the morning worth my while then”

I giggle as I slap his chest with my tiny hand.

He gives me one last kiss before I snuggle into his warm body. I loved being close to him. We didn’t always get to share moments like this, so I cherished the few we had. I always feel at ease when I have him here with me. He felt like home, he was my home.

Dressing Room Sex (L. H. Imagine)

The bus door slammed shut right before Ashton started calling for you. Tossing the bunk curtains aside, you squinted from the bright light entering your dark bunk. You had been trying to take a nap since you were up late the night before but that now that seemed as if it was going to be impossible. Making your way to the front of the bus you saw Michael and Ashton sitting at the kitchen table and Calum leaning against the few cabinets, arms crossed over his chest. Sliding into the open spot next to Ashton you looked around at the three boys, noting that one of them was missing.

“Where’s Luke?” you questioned.

“He left,” Ashton stated.


“He got mad at us for messing around with him,” Calum informed you.

“For messing around with him? But you guys always mess around with each other…” you said, confused.

“Exactly. Something’s going on with him,” Ashton added.

“How long has it been since the two of you have, you know…” Michael asked.

“Michael!” Calum and Ashton said, looking at him, their eyes wide.

“I-I don’t know. Why?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turn a bright shade of red.

“He’s been acting differently since the tour started. He’s been missing notes during shows and his guitar playing has been off. He’s also been in a pretty bad mood lately” Calum pointed out.

“So you think it’s because we haven’t had sex?” you questioned, having doubts.

All three of the boys eagerly nodded their heads. Truth be told you and Luke hadn’t had sex since the tour had started. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to but there was just no privacy on the tour bus and there was still at least another two weeks before you would staying in a hotel. It had been exactly twenty three days since you had last had sex. Not that you were counting or anything.

“So you want me to have sex with him?” you concluded and again, the boys nodded their heads.

You sighed, thinking about their proposal. “Ok fine. But he can not find out about this!”

The boys high fived each other as you walked back to your bunk to lay down. You had a pretty good idea as to when you would make a move on Luke, but you were just hoping that he would return the favor.

The bus door opened and you heard Luke’s heavy footsteps make their way to the bunks. Wanting to join him but knowing he was in a bad mood you decided to wait a few minutes. Closing your eyes you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Your body shook as two heavy hands tried to wake you up. Mumbling, you turned away from the bright light shining on you.

“Babe,” Luke whispered.

Turning around you saw Luke’s blue eyes staring at you.

“The show’s gonna start soon,” he said quietly as you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake up.

You nodded and stretched your body before getting up and getting ready for the show.


“Thank you much for having us!” your boyfriend yelled into the microphone before running off stage.

He set down his guitar in the appropriate stand before walking over to where you were waiting for him backstage.

“You were amazing babe,” you said as he used his arm to wipe the dripping sweat from his forehead.

You held out your arms and he walked into them pulling you into a tight hug. Almost immediately you felt his hard on pressing into your stomach. Taking a step back, you smirked, glancing down at his jeans, his erection evident.

“How long have you had that?” you teased, moving your hand to brush against it.

“Most of the night. Luckily my guitar was able to hide it,” he told you.

He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss and moved to turn away but you grabbed his hand. Intertwining your fingers with his you practically dragged him down the hallway towards the dressing room. Watching Luke perform always turned you on and you had wanted him by the fifth song and your core was already begging for attention.

Opening the door to the dressing, you quickly scanned the room making sure no one else was in it. Pulling Luke in, you slammed the door shut, locking it before turning around to face him. He was standing with his back to the oversized couch and placing your hands on toned chest you pushed him backwards. He fell onto the couch, his blue eyes now dark.

You pulled the t shirt that you had stolen from him over your head to reveal your pink lacey bra. Tossing the shirt to the ground, you sat down on Luke, straddling him. Placing your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips against his, biting gently on his lip before pulling away. His hands moved to your waist, playing with the waistband of your skinny jeans. Slowly, you moved your hips against his, his erection pressing against your core.

“A little eager are we?” Luke whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

He leaned up and kissed you hungrily and you could taste the sweat on his lips. His lips moved against yours as his tongue brushed along your teeth. Understanding what he wanted, you opened your mouth as his tongue found its way inside tangling with yours. He let out a soft moan as you tugged on his lower lip.

His hands moved along your sides, causing goosebumps to form. Moving his hands along the material of your bra, he gently squeezed your chest. You let out a moan as two fingers moved underneath the material, playing with your right nipple before moving to the left one.

“Take it off,” you whispered.

Luke obliged and moved his hands to the back of your bra, fumbling with the hook. He always had trouble unhooking it. On the third try, he was successful and he threw it to the floor on top of your discarded t shirt. His hands moved back to your chest as he continued to squeeze before leaning forward and moving his tongue along each nipple. He gently bit down and you moaned as each one became hard from his touch.

When he was satisfied he pulled away, smirking at you. Smiling you stood up and slid your jeans down your legs as Luke’s dark blue eyes watched you eagerly. You kicked them to the side and held your hands out. Luke placed his hands in yours and you pulled him up so that he was standing directly in front of you. Your hands moved to the hem of his sweaty t shirt and you pulled it over his head. Next you moved to the button of his black skinny jeans and pulled them down his long legs. His erection was evident against his tight black boxers and you moved your hand down, palming him through the material. His hands moved to the back of your thighs and he whispered, “Jump,” as he picked you up, kissing you eagerly.

Your fingers tangled in his blonde hair as he took he a few steps, your back coming to a stop against the wall. He placed you down as his hands moved along your stomach and down to your black lace underwear. Without hesitation he fingers moved underneath the material and down to your dripping core. Moving his fingers along your folds, you moaned as he moved them over your sensitive spot. Two fingers slipped inside as he began moving them in and out.

“Luke,” you groaned, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

His lips moved down to neck as he sucked gently, being careful not to leave any marks.

A knot began to form in your stomach and you knew you were to close to the edge but ou weren’t quite ready to release as you whispered, “Fuck me,” in Luke’s ear.

His hands moved from out of your underwear as you moved yours to his boxers. You pulled them down and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Your hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down, as he let out a deep moan. Thrusting your hips foreward, you ran his length along your folds.

“Stop teasing me Y/N,” Luke growled, placing a hand on the back of your right thigh and wrapping it around his waist.  

He pushed your hand aside as he wrapped his around his erection. He it moved along your folds one more time before pushing inside you. Biting down on your lip, you tried not to scream out.

Luke’s buried his head into your shoulder as he began thrusting, moving at a rapid pace. Your fingernails dug into his back as he moved quickly against you and you wrapped your left leg around his waist. Your back moved up and down against the wall while the sound both of your heavy breathing filled the room as the two of knew neared your release.

“God I missed this,” he breathed.

“M-me t-too,” you moaned.

His thrusts became quicker as you felt the familiar began to form again in your stomach. Your nails dug into his shoulders and with two more thrusts Luke reached his high while your walls clenched around him. You immediately felt your entire body become weak as your vision became blurry.

“Damn babe,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“That was hott,” you said, breathless.

Luke nodded and you unwrapped your legs from around him. He pulled his length out and gently placed you down on the floor. Your legs were wobbly and you kept your hands wrapped around his neck for a brief moment, trying to steady yourself.

“You ok?” Luke murmured.

“My legs are like jello,” you admitted, leaning against the wall.

Luke pressed his lips against yours while a knock came from the other side of the door.

“Why is the door locked?” Ashton called from the other side.

Luke rolled his eyes at Ashton as he walked over to pick up both of your clothes.

“Just a moment,” he called back.

Quickly the two of you dressed yourselves and looked in the mirror one last time before opening the door to an annoyed Ashton.

“We’re leaving in twenty minutes,” he said, walking into the room. “Why haven’t you gotten in the shower? You know the one on the bus sucks!”

Luke smiled, looking over at you. “Wanna join me?” he asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bathroom.


Part two to Nap Date. 

“Babe, can you show me now?” He groans from the bench across from your dressing room. 

You just stand an stare at yourself in the mirror, honestly the thought of Shawn seeing you in this is horrifying. 

You are in this lace push up and matching boy shorts, he really likes the boy shorts. 

He would love it, beg to buy it and then make you walk around in it at home. But you don’t, buying things like this should make you super confident and make you feel sexy but as you stare at yourself you can’t help but stare at all the imperfections on your body. 

Nope, he can’t see you in this. 

“Babe?” He asks, you watch his shoes come closer.

“No, it doesn’t fit.” You lie, closing your eyes hoping he can’t tell. 

“Oh, well what doesn’t fit, I’ll exchange it for a different size.” He says reaching his hand over the top of the door, ready to take the clothes.

“It’s okay.” You say starting to change.

“Come on, I’ll get you a different one.” He say, making grabby motions with his hand. 

“No Shawn.” You say sliding your jeans on. 

“Babe?” He says, hushing himself. “Are you okay?” He sounds worried.

He can’t know that you are feeling off, he’ll make a big deal about it and that’s the last thing you want. So you take his hand and kiss his knuckles.

“I’m fine, promise.” You say as he squeezes your hand. 

You let go and put your shirt back on, opening the door as you slip your shoes on. His face falls a bit.

“Let’s just go get ones that’ll fit.” He shrugs taking your hand.

“Shawn.” You say softly making him stop and look at you, searching your eyes. “Can we just not?”

“Baby, what happened?” He asks moving closer.

“Nothing, I just kind of don’t feel like shopping. I’m tired.”

“Is it because I’m here, we never go together. I can like leave and then come get you when you’re done.” He says letting go of your hand. 

“No.” You grab his hand. “I kind of just wanna go home and cuddle if that’s okay.” You say looking down.

“Of course that’s okay.” He says stepping closer. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m sure.” 

He nods and you both walk out of the store, empty handed. The car ride home is quiet. Shawn holds your hand, and his thumb plays with the ring on your finger. 

“So I had an idea.” He finally speaks up. You look over at him. 


“For the wedding.” He smiles mentioning marrying you. “For our first night.” He says looking over briefly. “What if, I picked out what you wore?” His hand tightens in yours.

“Like, my underwear?” You ask sitting up a bit.

“Yeah, I mean you get to pick out the dress obvi but like what if I picked out your,” He wanders off.

“My lingerie?” You smirk at him.

“Yeah.” He says looking at you again, breathing a sigh when he sees your smirk.

“Depends on what you pick out.” You say looking back out the window.

“That’s the thing,” He clears his throat. “What if it were a surprise?” 

“For me?”

“Yeah, like you won’t find out til the day. That way you can’t argue it.” He chuckles.

“Gonna be that bad?”


“Shawn Peter.” You laugh.

“I’m surprised you want me to wear anything at all.”

“Foreplay baby.” He smiles, showing off his pearly whites. 

“Sounds interesting.” You say humming. “Okay, I think I can work with that. As long as I get to pick your boxers.”

“My boxers?” He coughs.

“Yeah, you get to pick my underwear I get to pick yours.”

“But mine are like just black?” He says confused.

“Maybe.” You say shrugging. 

“So for me to pick out yours you have to pick out mine.”


“Totally worth it.” He nods. “Deal.” He smiles bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing your knuckles.

“Just got a little kinky.” You giggle. 

He chokes on his own spit as you say that and looks at you with wide eyes.

“What did you just say?” He asks, turning the radio down.

“What? It’s true.” You say shrugging.

“What has gotten into you?” 

“Don’t like it?” You ask worried that maybe since you started acting a little more confident it’s not something he likes.

“What? Hell no, I love it. It’s hot.” He smirks.


“You’re going out with Y/bf/n today?” Shawn asks, refilling his coffee cup. 

“Yeah, shopping.” You nod putting your dish in the dishwasher. 

“I need you do to me a favor.” He says walking over to you, setting his cup down.

“And that is?”

“I need you to,” He grabs your hips, pushing you against the counter. “To model for me.” 

“Model for you?” You laugh.

“Yeah, so I can get some ideas for what I’m picking out for you to wear for the wedding night.” 

“You want me to model lingerie?” You ask, face falling when you see he isn’t joking. 

“Yeah, I got a list of what I want you to try on.” He says looking over at his notebook that he writes his song lyrics in.

“You have a list?”

“Yeah, first time I’ve ever been excited for homework.” He grins. 

“Is this your way of getting me to sext you?” You tease.

“Maybe” He mumbles, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“This is working you up huh?”

“I’m already imagining you in some of the stuff I’ve found.” He groans.

“Oh god.” You say pushing his away. 

“Here.” He says grabbing his list and handing it to you. “Please?” He asks.

“Maybe.” You say shaking your head, slipping the list in your purse. “I have to go, tell the boys I say hi.” You kiss his cheek.

“How did you know I was going out with the boys?”

“I know you.” You shrug.

“You better know me.” He says pulling you back to him. “You didn’t properly say goodbye.” He leans down connecting your lips, swiping his tongue across your lips. You know you should leave, or you’ll be late to meet up but this kiss is too good to stop. 

“Maybe you could just skip shopping.” He mumbles pulling you closer by your hips.

“But then how am I supposed to model for you.” You giggle pushing him away. 

“That’s mean.” He says smacking your butt as you walk away. “Be safe.” He smiles.

“You too Baby.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You smile, walking out. 


“He’s really picking it out?” Your best friend asks.

“Yeah, wanted to pick it out since I get to pick out the dress and what he’s wearing.” 

“Cute.” She smiles looking through the racks of bras. 

“Hold on.” You say, walking to a worker.

“Can I help you?” She smiles at you.

“Hi, yes, do you have any of these?” You ask showing her Shawn’s list. She reads it and nods.

“All of them, would you like me to grab them for you?” She asks.

“Yes please, that would make this so much easier.” You gush. 

“You know your sizes?” 

“Yeah here,” You take your pencil out of your bag and write them on the list.

“I’ll be right back.” She smiles, running around the store grabbing hangers upon hangers. 

You stand looking at some fuzzy socks waiting for her to be done.

“Here.” She smiles handing you the hangers, “I can set you up in a dressing room if you’d like.” She offers.

“Thanks.” You say following her. 

“Here you go.” She says opening a door for you. You smile and nod as you walk in, locking the door and staring at the outfits she grabbed. 

The first thing you try on is one of the safest, a deep purple slip. 

It’s lace trim and satin material. 

You quickly snap a picture and send it to Shawn. 

You change and look at the rest of your options.

Next you try on the lavender lace babydoll. You fall in love with the way it looks on your body. 

Snapping a few pictures, sending to Shawn.

Next trying on a Shine Lace Halter Teddy. It’s a bit weird but still makes you love the look. 

Few more pictures, sent off to Shawn.

Lastly you try on the black, Lace off the shoulder bustier.

This one is your favorite. 

Shawn’s typing, but hasn’t responded.

Holy fucking shit babe. I didn’t actually think you would do it. I’m at dinner with the boys and now, christ 

You smile at the reaction you got from him. 

So you send him one more, with the bustier.

He’s calling now. 

“Yes?” You giggle.

“You’re getting that last one.” He growls.

“I’m not so sure.” You tease, smiling as he huffs.

“No, you’re getting it.” He says, almost out of breath.

You look down at the tag and wince from the price.

“Shawn, I can’t afford it.” You say softly.

“No, you’re getting it.” He says, voice going darker.

“Shawn, how in the hell am I going to pay for it. I don’t get paid till next Friday.” 

“Y/n, my card is in your purse.” He says sternly.

You roll your eyes, he gave you one of his cards to have ‘just in case’. You only keep it because it makes him feel better, that way if there is an emergency you have money. 

“Shawn, this is not an emergency.” You say raising your eyebrows.

“Yes the fuck it is.”

“No, I can get something else. Not this, it’s too much.”

“Y/n.” It’s gotten quiet around him. 

“Where are you? You are not having this conversation in front of the boys.” You say remembering that he was out.

“No, I stepped outside to call you.” He says quickly.

“Pick another Shawn, I’m not getting this.” You sigh.

“No.” He whines.


“Y/n, please get that one. Use my card, it’s my purchase.”

“No Shawn.”

“I swear if you come home and that’s not in a bag I’m gonna go there myself and buy it.” 

“Shawn Peter.” You say gasping.

“Get the fucking lingerie Y/n.”


“Y/” He starts but you hang up. 

You stare at yourself, you sigh and shake your head.


You walk out of the dressing room heading straight to the register. You curse yourself as you slid the black card out of your wallet. You smile a tight lipped smile and hand the card to the worker.

She slides the card and you wince when you see the total. 

He’s gonna kill you.

“Ready?” You friend asks.

“Yeah.” You say walking out with your bag. 


“Hey babe.” He calls as you walk in the house.

“Hey.” You call back. You walk to your room. Setting the bag on the bed. “Shawn, can we talk?”

“Kind of busy at the moment, give me an hour.” He says from his home studio.

You look at the bag, tilting it towards you slightly, getting an idea. 

You change and tip toe to his studio. 

You open the door slightly, he’s back to you as he holds his guitar. He’s standing, no strap on the guitar. 

“Hey.” You whisper. He turns, still looking at his guitar.

“Hey baby.” He says before looking up. He looks up, jaw dropping. He drops his guitar. 

“Shawn.” You say looking at his guitar, settling on the floor after bouncing on the hard wood floor.

“Holy shit.” He whispers harshly staring at you. 

“Your guitar.” You say still worried about the guitar.

“Who gives a shit about my guitar.” He says, gulping at you. “Fuck.” He groans eyes raking over you again.

“You like?”

“Christ.” He digs his nails into his palms. “I was really hoping you would get it.” 

“Yeah, couldn’t walk out without it.” You shrug. 

“Come here.” He says reaching for you. 

“Thought it would be easier if I modeled in person for you.” You say walking to him slowly.

“I appreciate that.” He nods.

“Got time to talk?”

“Not sure how much talking we’ll do.” He says finally grabbing you.

“Oh really?” You giggle.

“Yeah.” He breathes out, sucking on your neck. 

“Wanna see what else I got?”

“Think I wanna see what you look like without this on.” He mumbles against your neck. He leans down, hands on the back of your thighs. You take the hint and jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Why don’t you model that for me?” He grins, walking you to the bedroom.

Hey There, Delilah | 19


a/n: hehehehehe FLUFFYYYYYY I think y’all deserve some fluff tbh after the trainwreck I put you through with sophia I love y’all

You’re practically completely moved into Shawn’s apartment. You have a lot of your clothes there, your toiletries, everything, and you sleep there every night. The only reason you still have your apartment is so that Shawn can keep his instruments and recording equipment somewhere in close proximity, and for storage—since you and Shawn both have more than enough clothes to supply a small army.

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60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me" with harry please❤️❤️

here it is, sorry it took me so long i hope you like it 💕

Originally posted by worldstyles

I was having a small get together at my place to celebrate Harry’s single coming out and his appearance on SNL, all of us still buzzing with the excitement from seeing the show in person. Everyone was drinking and talking about their favorite parts of the night, and praising Harry on his accomplishments so far. He had been grinning all night, and I was sure his cheeks probably hurt from it. Even so, his smile never faltered, not even for a second.

Seeing him perform on his own for the first time was honestly amazing. He looked right at home on that stage with his band. Throughout his performances he would look over at me and I’d smile, and he’d smile back, and it seemed to calm his nerves a bit every time. He had been extremely nervous all week, being that he had to perform two new songs and be in skits. 

It was after rehearsal one day, which I had been the only one of Harry’s friends to be invited to attend, that I had saw him kind of staring off. He had something big on his mind. I walked up to him, breaking him out of his trance.

“Oh, hey,” He smiled slightly, still a bit out of it.

I chuckled. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” He waved me off, putting his guitar down on its stand and turning back to me. “Just thinking about stuff, is all.”

We sat on the edge of the stage, our feet on the stairs as it got quiet. After a while, Harry spoke up.

“I’m so damn nervous, (y/n).” He sighed, looking around the place. It was so empty when the band and other crew had left, Harry and I the only ones out where the main stages are.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be, Harry. You’re going to be amazing Saturday. You and the band are ready for this.”

“I know they’re ready,” He said as he messed with his hair. “I just don’t want to let them down. What if I fuck up or something? It’s live all across the country.”

“You’re not going to fuck up,” I told him.

He looked at me. “How do you know?”

“Because I believe in you. And I know how talented you are. This is a huge moment for you, and I know you’ll be amazing. You always are,” I assured him.

He searched my face, then looked away, playing with his rings absentmindedly. “Thanks, (y/n). I really appreciate you being here and supporting me all this time.”

“It’s no problem,” I wrapped my arm around his and lay my head on his shoulder. “That’s what best friends are for, right?”

He sighed, then said, “Yeah, I guess so,”

“My favorite part of it, hands down, was Harry as Mick.” Niall said, everyone agreeing.

“He absolutely crushed it,” Liam added.

“I loved the soldier skit,” My friend, Remy, spoke up. “It was so hilarious.”

I looked around at everyone, then realized that the topic of the conversation was no where to be found. I got up, leaving the now intoxicated group and looked around, not seeing any trace of him until I noticed the back door wasn’t closed all the way. I walked out, then saw Harry sitting criss-cross by the pool, two empty beer bottles next to him.

“You weren’t thinking of jumping in, were you?” I called out, startling him a bit.

“Oh, uh.. no.” He chuckled nervously.

“Good,” I said as I made my way over to him, sitting beside him on the concrete. “Because you’ve been drinking, and your outfit cost over six thousand dollars and is dry clean only, so I don’t think it’ll do well in chlorine.”

He laughed slightly, then said, “I was just thinking, is all.”

“About your performance? Because it was incredible, you did so well. Just like I knew you would.” I complimented.

“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this week if it wasn’t for you,” He confessed. “It was kind of odd being alone, but it felt right at the same time. And it’s crazy how much people like the music I’ve put out already… It makes me more confident knowing that they actually think it’s good and it’s not just me thinking it’s alright, you know?”

“Oh absolutely,” I nodded. “I knew how much everyone was going to like it when you played the album for me the first time.”

He chuckled again, pointing at me. “You did go on about that,”

It got quiet, the sounds of crickets and the pool filling the air. Then, Harry spoke up again.

“But I was also thinking about… um… there’s this girl, and… I really like her. Well, I’ve liked her for a long time, and I’m too afraid to say anything to her about it. I just don’t want to ruin things, you know? Like, what if she doesn’t feel the same and things get awkward between us?”

My heart sank a bit, hearing that Harry liked someone. Mainly because I was sure it wasn’t me. We were best friends, he probably thought of me as a sister to something. Which would make things extremely weird, considering I loved him more than a best friend would. I wanted to be more than best friends, but he wanted that with someone else. I pushed my feelings aside, then gave him advice.

“Honestly harry, I have no idea what girl in her right mind wouldn’t be interested in you. I mean, you’re handsome, smart, funny, charming, caring, extremely talented… Not to mention, I’m pretty sure you’re the sweetest guy to ever live, so.”

A big smile grew on his face, like the one that usually appears when he’s about to make a joke or pick on me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

I gave him a confused look, both of us laughing. “I think you’re mistaking me complimenting you so you gain enough confidence to ask this girl out already, for me seducing you? They’re two separate things, just saying.”

He scoffed, acting like I hurt him. “So you didn’t mean any of it, you were just trying to inflate my ego?”

“Of course I meant it,” I rolled my eyes at him. “But if it happened to make you gain a bit of confidence too, then I did my job.”

He smiled at me, then looked at the pool again. “You really think I should go for it?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “And if she turns you down, then I’ll have some choice words for her.”

He gave me a look. “Hm, I didn’t peg you as the type to curse yourself out like a mad person.”

I giggled at him, then realized what he just said. I was the girl he was asking me for advice about. I was the one he’s liked for a long time. He actually liked me back.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. “You did not just pull the ‘talk to a girl about how you like someone but it’s really her’ move.”

“Yeah, I did,” He laughed. “I know, it’s lame and cliché, but did it work?”

I looked into his eyes, thinking about pulling a joke on him, but his cute and contagious smile caused me to smile too, so I decided not to. “Luckily for you, I’ve liked you for a long time too. So yeah, it did.”

He brushed my hair behind my ear, then leaned in and kissed me.

The door opened, Harry and I turning to see Niall standing there, a smirk on his face. He looked back into the house and said, “See everyone, I told you they’d be out here making out, you all owe me a beer.”

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