half closed

anonymous asked:

But like imagine what it'd be like to text harry whilst he's on tour... I need this in my life 😩

Gurl meh’ too, da’ fuc?… no? okay I’ll leave.

The darkness of the night has already engulfed the baby blue that used to rule in the sky. You’re wrapped in Harry’s purple jumper, already in bed, cuddling with his pillow on its center. His scent is still palpable in the pillowcase, yet inevitably fading away with every deep inhale you take of it.

It’s been two weeks since he went away, and, though it hasn’t been that much time, you can’t help but start noticing his absence and yearning of his company, especially in the night.

Silence prevails in the room. The lingering breeze of air peeking through the half closed window hits your naked legs, contrasting with the warmth of the fabric covering your upper body. Everything seems to be conspiring to get you to fall asleep, but the buzz on your nightstand manages to win over any persistent attempt.

“Pet, are you still awake?”

Any hints of drowsiness are cleaned off of your system when you see the handful of words on display on the screen.

“I can’t believe it! Donald the Duck is texting me!” You answer playfully.

“Yeah… you are… Daisy”

“Did you know Daisy was my all time favourite character?” You giggle to yourself, continuing with the joke.

“You’re ruining my attempt of a cute good night text… :’(”

“I was loving the way this conversation was taking :(”

If there’s something you miss the most about being with Harry face to face, that is teasing him. Playing with him until he gets all bothered and pouty and you have to kiss away the expression insistently.
Doing so over texts isn’t the same, there aren’t any puckered lips to kiss right away.

“Okay, let’s turn a few minutes back in time and restart the conversation”

“What does that even mean, Harreh?” You frown, digging your teeth into your lips to keep you from laughing.

“I’m rewinding the conversation, isn’t it obvious?”

As soon as you see the reply glowing on the screen, you throw your phone to the bed, shaking your head at it. You don’t want to recognise it, but the message has managed to tug the corners of your lips upwards.

“Harry, you’re incredibly extra… I can’t even”

At the other side of the conversation, there’s him, snorting at his humour and wishing to be in front of you, watching the way you roll your eyes at his chuckles but still accept him spreading pecks all over your face.

“Love you! xx“

“Ugh… love you too“


(Know that I might be slow on posting them because I’ve got some other stuff I’m working on, but if you still wanna send them in, I’ll gladly take them!)


Job Offer

Happy Ninoir Week, everyone! I wasn’t feeling the prompts unfortunately, so I just wrote this instead. It’s set in the save ‘verse as By Storm or by Surprise, but it works as a standalone piece, too, and is set a few years later:

Adrien was already in bed by the time Nino got back to their apartment. He grinned, eyelids half-closed, as Nino entered their bedroom. “Hey, you,” he said, yawning. “I’m not used to getting back from patrol to an empty bed. Usually you’re the one waiting up for me.”

“Sorry,” Nino mumbled, taking his jacket off.

“Nah, turnabout’s fair play,” Adrien said. “Where were you?”

“Just… walking. Thinking.” Nino finished getting undressed and got into bed.

Adrien wrapped an arm around his waist. “Thinking about what? Did something happen?”

“Not exactly. I… kind of got a job offer.”

Keep reading

people who are photogenic really don’t understand what kind of privilege they have like,,,,,they could literally be scratching their ass and wearing an oversized t-shirt w a mustard stain on it and it still looks like a candid piece of art,,,,meanwhile im dressed to the nines in my best outfit with my hair and makeup done and as soon as someone puts anything close to a camera in front of my face it’s like,,, one of my eye half closes while the other completely dilates. my mouth half opens between a smile and frown (a smown). my head rotates to an unnatural angle that my body doesn’t follow ,,, i lose complete control of my hand and make a peace sign,,,,,,Cursed

Hierarchy of Ube

do you ever think about how Harry left Taylor on a boat and hopped in a hot tub with a bunch of dudes (and a couple of ladies) right after breaking up with her

and then looked like this upon returning to London

and never acted sad or angsty about their breakup (even when she behaved atrociously and tried to make him look bad on multiple occasions) and instead acted amused by the entire thing

gif credit

skip to 1:45:

skip to 2:11:

but some people still think he was so hung up on her that he wrote Two Ghosts, carried it around with him for three and a half years, held it close to his heart during that time, put it on his debut album, and made it his second single

imagine being that far removed from reality and imagine ignoring Harry’s actual actions and words so much that you can believe something like that

Take Time

“I don’t have time,” Dean says dismissively, when Cas tries to recommend him new books, new movies, new things to share. “Not right now. I gotta work on the car.”

And then it’s, “I gotta make dinner.”

And then it’s, “We kinda have a ghost hunt on, Cas, if you didn’t notice.”

Eventually, Cas just comes and sits beside Dean when he’s soothing the Impala’s latest aching joint; he opens his book, and starts to read aloud. Dean, stuck under Baby with nowhere to go and an exhaust pipe to fix, complains at first - and then listens.

And Cas keeps following him around, reading. To the kitchen, to the car on a trip (”I don’t get travel sick, Dean, it’s fine”) - anywhere Dean goes, Cas will follow after with his voice shaping words and drawing stories in the air.

One afternoon, Cas is sitting on his own bed, quietly - and Dean comes looking for him. “Gotta fix the car,” he says. “You wanna come or what?”

Cas wants to. They move through books fast, the days soundtracked by the soft rustle of pages turning. By the tilt and camber of Cas’ voice. By the quiet noises of surprise and happiness and horror that Dean makes as the tales unravel.

“Don’t stop,” Dean says one night, when he’s about to go to bed. “Just finish the chapter.” And Cas sits at the end of Dean’s bed, and reads.

The next night, he does the same.

At some point, he stops going back to his own room. He sleeps in Dean’s bed. They don’t talk about it - not until one day when they wake up, and both pretend very thoroughly not to have woken up, and carefully move with sleepy gestures, very very sleepy gestures, into each other’s space. Hand a little closer to chest. Hips turned towards hips. Forehead almost - almost - pressed to forehead. Sneaking glances under half-closed lids, measuring distances, until they catch each other looking and open their eyes all the way.

“Hey,” Dean says.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean smiles.

“We should get up,” Cas says.

“Nah,” Dean says. “We’ve got time.”

anonymous asked:

I heard that u give great fic recs:)))? Do u have any good long fics? Maybe highschool AU's? Thank u & have a nice day❤️

Hello! So I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t really read that many High School AUs so I’ll include College AUs as well, I hope that’s okay? (Also I’m including some of my fav long fics too bc i can’t help myself) xo

High School / College AU

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou

‘Just like a little cat,’ Louis thought later, as he drifted off to sleep. ‘A little kitten with his claws sunk right into me.’ It isn’t that terrible of a thought, after all.
Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.

Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat. Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”


1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Dance to the Distortion by domesticharry

Louis accidentally breaks Harry’s camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

more under the cut!

Keep reading


I wanna go somewhere where midnight looks like dusk, powder blue and ripe with electricity, begging for the snap of firecrackers, the sulfuric taste of gunpowder. Breathing in the smoke of you, the velvet charm of you, the silk woven in your words. Five hundred thread count lies. Unborn somewhere spanning oceans, licking up the flames that burnt the salt out of your wounds. “Take me to the desert,” she says, and so I do. “Nothing like a pink sky.” Nothing like the whites of your eyes. White lies. Rolling back, arched, painstaking, relief. You’re always falling in love with everything— but only a little bit. I’m always watching you out of the corner of my eye, memorizing your moves. Thinking of all the ways I could devastate you.

But only a little bit.

one more time (m)

genre: fuckboy au + smut

words: 5.5k

member: jimin 

you can’t resist jimin, even if he is a fuckboy.

Originally posted by 9taefox

You woke up to the sound of your ringtone blaring into your ear. You huffed, screwing your eyes shut and hoping it would stop; it didn’t. Reaching out, you grabbed your phone and squinted at the bright screen, your eyes needing time to adjust.


You sighed through your nostrils, closing your eyes and ignoring the impending headache that you could already feel starting in your temples. You debated not answering, and the call ended. You nearly let a smile form on your lips, but your phone began to vibrate in your hand again, Jimin’s name popping up once again as the sound of your ringtone kept you from sleeping.

Keep reading

Their friendship is so beautiful. I’m literally crying rn because I’ve only had one real friend my whole life and we aren’t half as close as I wish we were :/

Originally posted by tara-mt

Originally posted by trylerjoseph

Originally posted by xiconic-irwinx

Originally posted by joshler

Originally posted by fearsbegintomultiply

Originally posted by superwhoharry

Originally posted by houseofjosh

Originally posted by chidops

Originally posted by spoookyjimxmas

Ecstasy (M)

Plot: Once always ends up meaning over and over again. You had a sinful addiction towards your roommate’s boyfriend, one that really couldn’t be controlled for long.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, highschool au!

Warnings: cheating, oral (receiving), GETTING FUCKED AGAINST THE WALL BY JUNGKOOK, shower sex, (almost) getting caught

Notes: Good girl part 2, ya’ll. Since someone asked for it and I was in the mood. u caught me at a good time, anon. I hope you guys like it. I feel like the quality of my smut had really gone down so like, I”M SO SORRY. 2.5K Words

Good Girlmasterlist

Originally posted by dream-bts

Jeon Jungkook was like a drug.

After that one hook-up in your living room, he just kept coming back for more. It was either the excitement of getting caught, or the fact that you gave him so much more pleasure than his girlfriend did.

He was still with Jenna, but at this point, you doubted he even cared about her.

Whenever she would go for parties, he would inform you when she had gotten lost in the crowd, then you would either go over to his place or he would come over to yours.

Keep reading