#THE WAY SHE COMPLIMENTS HIS EYES IM MELTING INTO A PUDDLE

[lucygraysboy]

“oh, so i’m the most rotten child when our daughter literally smells like a rotten skunk’s butt? visceral. this title should be handed over to her,” he teases, putting a silly twist on her words. eyes squinting as she pinches his cheek, it stings a bit so he quickly grabs her small hand and peels it off his face, planting a soft kiss on her knuckles before letting it go. “our own covey. we’ll make sure they always have full bellies and a roof over their heads and the happiest childhood possible.” unlike the two of them, their children, even if they’re only dolls and it’s all play pretend, will not suffer the same fate. “a mystery song about my mystery eyes. well, now i’m lookin’ forward to hearin’ it.” he shakes his head, deciding she must be joking — there’s no way that a song could be written about him out of all people. “mmm, pretty in shape and color? i’m startin’ to think you’re fallin’ in love with me and my beautiful eyes, lucy gray. i don’t blame you. irish people are known for their charm.” laughing as it seems to be the only way to process his feelings other than melting into a puddle. “jokes aside, i really do think songs should be written about your eyes, not mine.” whoever thinks that brown eyes are boring has clearly never been in love with someone who’s got brown eyes, never seen them in warm sunlight, never seen them at all… “they make me think of hot chocolate, the kind my ma used to make on christmas mornin’, or rich honey on gingerbread.” what he doesn’t say is how he can barely look into these eyes without blushing, how he wouldn’t be able to say no to these eyes, how he’d die if he ever saw tears in these eyes. 

“oh, bear tales, hm? that what we callin’ them now? weren’t you the one sayin’ stuff like when a husband and his wife love each other…” he trails off with a laugh, grateful for the distraction. otherwise, he’d keep talking and talking about her eyes, and who knows what else he might have said? “well, my own wife and the mother of my children clearly didn’t think to teach me how to speak her language.” a melodramatic pout gracing his features, hand letting go of hers reluctantly as he lowers his head, avoiding her gaze so he doesn’t start laughing and gives himself away. “must be ‘cause i’m just a big, dumb dinosaur to you. big, dumb dino.” a heavy sigh falls from his lips, wondering what kind of reaction his dramatic performance will coax out of the brunette. “now this sounds less rude. what does tweet tweet tweet mean? teach me your language, wife o’ mine.” he can’t help but cheer up when she makes herself sound so sweet, handsome features lighting up. 

suddenly, billy’s breath hitches and a hot, tingling wave runs across the surface of his skin, originating from the spot right below his belly button where her small hand’s plastered to his abdomen and ending in his chest, his heart beating so hard and fast that he’s sure it’s about to jump right out. just seeing the stark contrast between her olive flesh and his pale one does something to him, but feeling her feather-light touch… god. he flushes all over, awkwardly tugging his shirt down to spare himself embarrassment. “umm…” now he needs another moment to collect his thoughts, smiling goofily at the beautiful girl, his heart still racing. “yeah, that and i finally learned how to run,” he laughs, shaking his head because it really is a wonder how some babies lose all their fat by the time they grow out of diapers. “so, see? our babies aren’t all that big.” smiling sweetly as she praises him for loving on their son, his blush only deepens and he looks down at daisy. he needs something to occupy himself with and so he picks up the other bottle and pretends to feed her. “there, there… that’s it. dinner’s served.” 

“don’t play innocent, mama’s most rotten child.” she gently pinches his cheek on where his sunburn hasn’t touched his skin the most, giving it a playful wiggle. “mhm, me neither. us and our own covey.” sweet smile dazzling her olive features, her heart feeling a special tenderness at that sentiment. “of course a song about your eyes,” she peps, “it’s always the best way to describe whatever the heart is tryin’ to say.” she writes and sings when she has something to say, or how to express something that's special to her. which would be the latter describing what she sees in his eyes, that would be an entire story on how she sees goodness in his heart behind his eyes. “it’ll be a mystery.” she playfully retorts to him saying it’ll be a romancing type of song. “they’re a pretty shape and color, too. unique.” blue? pale gray blue? the clearest blue and clearest green mixed together? that was a mystery too, it was hard to define his eye color to one color when she’s already been staring at him all day and noticed he has blue eyes to something even clearer than just blue in different lightings. billy taupe's was just a murky green and what truly made nothing stand out in them, was his awful heart.

“the sunset…that’s sweet, darlin’. thank you.” an adoring smile graces her lips, fawn like eyes lighting up like every star was hung in them at how sweet that is. “i don’t remember that, you’re just tellin’ bear tales on me.” playfully, she grinned. “you sure are smart, cause that’s exactly how it happens.” another warm laugh sounds from her, especially at the if he waters a cabbage everyday part. “how’s that? i wasn’t sayin’ nothin’ bad— but chirp chirp chirp does mean many things, you have to know bird language to understand it. hm, so what's this... the great billy knows english and spanish but he knows nothin’ about us bird’s and our language?” brows lift, teasing him as she’s holding onto his hand, afraid if she lets go he’s going to attack her again. "no, no no no. none of that, i've not recovered yet." grip tightens on his hand, flinching without him even moving. then she's watching him make rawr sounds and another bubble of amusement bubbles over and makes her cheeks hurt, "tweet tweet tweet." making her voice sound smaller so it sounds equally sweet as those to those little birds who tweet and chirp in trees all day, lucy gray sits up straighter. doe eyes fall on his belly he's showing her and immediately, she reaches out with her other hand to let her fingers dance against his abdomen. body of a greek god...she laughs, not because it's not true. but just because it's funny that's what he comes up with. he's lean and perfectly handsome, she agrees. but that's why she won't look at it for long, she'll start realizing she's never witnessed things like a male abdomen so closely and start blushing again.

"where'd all the piggyness go? cause that's hard to believe. maybe it just stretched an' stretched and that's how you got long limbs." she softly laughs, then wonders how she's admiring his reaction to putting dolls in face so much when she expected him to get annoyed. that just made him appear even cuter than he already is to her. she's going to do the same to billy taupe next time she has to see him, then compare the differences because she's certain he'll have a different reaction. "papa is so sweet to his babies." voice coos, small hand patting his cheek then she places her doll back down in her arm and lap.

[tyunni]

┈➤ I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!!! (when ENHYPEN like you...)

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genre: fluff, fluff, fluff! warnings: i'm not sure if any specific gender is mentioned but keep in mind i do tend to usually write fem!reader, enha r kinda losers, mentions of being drunk in jakes part, isnt proofread so if you see any mistakes.... oh well! wc: 2.6k+

a/n: good lord, i haven't written anything in MONTHS so i'm a bit rusty 😭 i started writing maknae line first im p sure you can tell i put more effort in them and then i started getting tired, sorry😭😭😭

☆ — LEE HEESEUNG

who would've thought the cool, the chill, the awesome lee heeseung would end up being such a loser. a lovestruck, foolishly in love loser.

your fingers lightly grazed his hand when you walked past him in the hallway today, a touch that lasted a mere second, yet heeseung's heart exploded, and so did his friends' group chat when he boasted about your interaction like you had just asked his hand in marriage. he knows being lovesick is lame, but so what?! he can't help that he melts into a pink puddle of adoration whenever you make small talk, or when he closes his eyes an image of you pops into his head and makes his palms feel sweaty. yes, he feels his knees go weak at the mere mention of your name, and he's willing to endure his younger friends teasing him every time they spot you hanging out with your own group of friends.

so what if you're the only thing on his mind every second of his day. it's completely normal to make playlists for your crush, giggle, and roll around in your bed when you let the lyrics sink in and fill your head with the thoughts of the one you desire.

it's also totally normal of him to write down little compliments on a piece of paper and put them on your desk when you're not looking. he giggles like a little girl when you open the note and read not even a third fraction of what heeseung truly thinks of you and wishes to tell you one day. his smile grows wider when you finally read the initials written on the note, LHS, and you look over to his desk with your cheeks dusted pink, widened eyes looking into heeseung's.

(rest of the members under the cut!!)

☆ — PARK JONGSEONG

jay is very fond of you, he accepted that quite quickly. you're cute. he likes cute stuff, that's something new he has discovered since he started to fancy you.

"jay, are you serious?" - riki turned towards the older with a blank face, tired of his friends new shopping addiction, - "you have like 4 hello kitty stuffed toys in your bedroom, you don't need another one."

ah, innocent, naive riki. he doesn't know having a crush makes one forget about any form of rationality and make every decision without giving it another thought. jay is the number one victim of the 'everything reminds me of them' disease, he feels every wrinkle of his brain smoothen whenever he thinks of you, so it's not a surprise that he can't control his hand as he swipes his credit card and buys himself another plushie with a lovestruck grin on his face.

"are you even listening to me?" - the younger complains, jabbing jay's arm with his elbow to get at least a little reaction out of him. if anything else but you were on jay's mind this would've worked and he would've scolded riki by now, talking his ear off about how annoying he is, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at his childishness. but it doesn't work.

"you're such a cheeseball, y/n has made you soft, jay, she's ruining you!"

but riki's words fall on deaf ears the second jay's eyes land on another cute stuffed animal that had reminded him of you as he grabs his friend's arm roughly and drags him into yet another store.

☆ — SIM JAEYUN

oh, he's down bad. jake would do anything for you. yes, even walking all the way from his house to the party you were at just to pick you up and walk you home, making sure you reach your house safely.

you called him in the middle of the night, the buzzing of his phone waking jake up. he groaned at the brightness of his screen flashing his newly opened eyes, yet at the sight of your name he rubbed the sleepiness off them, quickly picking up your call.

"jake, i'm drunk!"

and that's all it took for him to jump out of his bed and run towards his destination. surely enough you were waiting outside for him, a big smile growing on your face at the sight of him.

sure, he was extremely tired and out of breath, his voice was still groggy from waking up around 10 minutes ago, the cold, chilly night yet to have its effect on him and wake him up completely, yet he still let you ride on his back when you started complaining about how your heels hurt your feet.

you had been talking to him about something, even though you had no idea what you were saying with the way your words were slurred, your voice muffled by his jacket. jake was nodding his head, humming after a few sentences to make sure you knew he was listening, even though he didn't know what he was listening to. you started off by talking about the party, and somewhere along the way you got lost in your own words and so did jake. his soft hums and the steady rhythm of his feet lulled you to sleep, and when he felt your eyelashes close against the nape of his neck, your breath falling onto his skin as your cheek rested further upon his shoulder is when he finally let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, stopping in his tracks to close his eyes and think to himself:

"fuck, i love her, don't i?"

☆ — PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon is desperately in love with you. he can't help it, butterflies swarm his stomach when he thinks about you, a sheepish grin makes its way onto his features when you talk to him, his eyes dart across your face every chance he gets so he can burn every second spent with you right into his memory.

"sunghoon, do you think this looks good or should i try on the blue sweater?"

to be completely honest, even if you wore a trash bag he'd think you looked gorgeous, and he hadn't been paying attention to any outfit you had shown him so far, your smile which grew wider with each compliment he gave you the only thing on his mind.

"you look beautiful, y/n."

"oh, come on, sunghoon! you've been telling me this about every outfit!" - you groan, yet a grin is still plastered on your face at his sweet words, "you have to help me!"

sunghoon tries, he really tries to hold himself back. his teeth sink into his tongue in hopes of biting back the words that were about to slip out, yet they still do. and so does his little secret.

"it's not my fault i'm in love with you!"

☆ — KIM SUNOO

sunoo is a sweet guy. everyone likes him: the teachers, the students, his friends, and complete strangers. his smile is contagious, his face is soft and beautiful, his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, and he's kind, helpful, friendly. who wouldn't like him? well, you, apparently.

it's not that he's intrigued by your cold attitude towards him, he's simply determined to make you like him just like everyone else. it's quite difficult to get to know you though, you don't speak to anyone except a select few. if your friends don't come to school you usually sit alone, either mindlessly scribbling in your notebook, or sleeping. you always have that look on your face. one of pure boredom, uninterest, that "why are you even talking to me" face.

sunoo thinks it's stupid. how could you not be thrilled to talk to the people around you? how is it even possible to not want to get to know everyone, to grow your circle, have new people to talk to and share experiences with.

you know who sunoo is. everyone knows who sunoo is. when he walks past you down the hallway he's always waving at someone, stopping in his tracks a few times to have a little small talk, then quickly picking up his pace once the bell rings so he gets to make it in time for class. it doesn't matter if he's late though, the teachers adore him like he's their own son, and he hasn't gotten a single second of detention. sunoo has the sunshine privilege. that's unfair. you don't like when things are unfair. you don't like the sunshine privilege. you don't like sunoo.

so you avoid him.

but he somehow still finds his way back to you.

"she totally hates you, dude, get over it," - sunghoon groans, shoving another loaf of bread into his mouth, and threatening to shove some into sunoo's mouth so he stops talking about you for the fifth time today.

"but why?! i didn't even do anything to her, i tried talking to her every single day since she moved here, i'm nice, i'm helpful, i'm a great guy, what am i doing wrong?!" - the younger boy whines into his palms, head buried in his hands, trying to come up with a way to win you over.

one of his other friends chimes into the conversation, taking a seat in between his friends and playfully wrapping his arm around sunoo, - "it's okay, man, there must be a way to get your little crush to like you!"

sunoo whips his head towards the boy, eyebrows furrowed so deeply that you'd think they'd merge into one another any second. - "heeseung, it's not a crush!"

sunghoon chuckles at his oblivious friend, - "is too!"

"... is it?"

you are kinda cute. your attitude, although not sunoo's style, makes you look even more adorable. you have pretty lips too, although you're always frowning. he thinks you'd look better with the corners of your lips turned upwards though. he wants to see you smile. he wants to make you smile. he wants to make you his.

☆ — YANG JUNGWON

jungwon thinks he's a pretty chill guy. he's always been levelheaded. most of the time he's the only levelheaded person in the room, to be completely honest. he knows what to say and when to say it. although he resembles a cat, the saying "cat got your tongue" had never applied to him. so why is he standing in front of you, his crush, ready to have his very first conversation with you, without a single word coming out of his mouth?

"oh, hey! jungwon, right?" - you ask, sending a soft smile his way.

you know his name. you know his name. you know his name.

"huh? yeah... i'm jungwon. um..." - his confident smile fades instantly when it really sinks in that he has no idea what to say to you. he always knows what to say, how could this happen to him?! this is ridiculous. if he weren't standing in front of you right now he'd slap himself in hopes of rattling his brain somehow.

your eyebrows furrow at the awkward silence taking over, - "do you need anything, jungwon?"

his name falls past your lips so gracefully that if hearing you say his name followed with the three words he wants to say to you the most means he must sell his every worldly possession, he will. but he can't tell you that. he can't tell you how pretty your eyes are either, he can't tell you that he wants to hold your hand, or wrap his arms around you and keep you in his warm embrace for a little while. or how he wants to bury his head in the crook of your neck and bask in your warmth, or that you're the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on and it'd be an honor to take you out on a date. yeah, he definitely can't say that.

"you're the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on, it'd be an honor to take you out on a date..."

it's over. he's a goner.

the way you twiddle with your fingers at his confession goes completely unnoticed despite his big round eyes growing wider at his own words. he's too far gone to see how a warm smile had made its way onto your face.

"sure, i'd love to!"

it's not over. in fact, it's just getting started.

☆ — NISHIMURA RIKI

riki is quite good at hiding his crush on you, considering how the overwhelming feelings have such a weight to them that he's sure his heart doubles at the mere mention of your name to make room for the intense emotions that'll start kicking in. you two aren't dating, although he wishes you were, and you're most definitely not best friends. he knows you, you know him, you think he's nice, he thinks about you every second of every day, y'know, the usual...

"riki, hey!" - you push through the crowd of students walking around a narrow hallway that could only be described as a jar filled to the brim with tiny little ants, very studious one's at that!

his friends' heads immediately turn your way. a girl, talking to riki?! although their eyes don't stay glued on you for too long, they quickly glance at riki. the sight was hilarious, his long fingers were brushing through his disheveled hair, free hand tugging at the hem of his hoodie to smoothen out any wrinkles. there's a soft tint of pink spread across his cheeks, nothing too noticeable, although the burning red glow of his ears was far from discreet.

"y/n, hey!" - he grins, the hand combing through his hair now scratching the nape of his neck to try and play it cool... very smooth! a muffled laugh escapes from one of his friend's shut lips as their orbs dart between the boy and you.

you reach into your pocket, rummaging through the various things you keep inside. crackling of your house keys and noises of crumpled-up paper can be heard before you take out something. riki's eyes try their best to tear away from your mesmerizing features so he can see what you're trying to show him with your arm stretched towards him and a big grin on your face. he notices a little something lying on your palm. it's a duck keychain. if you were any other person he'd look at the item in your hand with a disgusted look on his face, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinting in pure horror. but you're you. you're the love of his life. that's probably why riki can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, a stupid smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he tries his best to fight it off, yet the inevitable happens.

"take it, it's a gift! i saw it on the way to school and it reminded me of you!"

he quickly takes the keychain from your palm, ensuring his fingers stray as far away from yours as possible. even the slightest bit of physical contact and he feels his heart will explode for good. he mumbles out a thank you before you turn on your heels and walk away, completely oblivious that the butterflies in his stomach now make their way towards his throat, making him swallow dry.

"hey, riki, what's that?" - jungwon nudges him with his elbow, eyeing the item riki's holding between his fingers. a smile makes its way onto jungwon's lips as he glances up at his friend who's currently grinning from one red ear to another, rosy cheeks like pink buttons on a sweater made with love and care.

"i thought you hated ducks," - sunoo adds, sly hands reaching towards the keychain to try and pry it out of riki's hands, but instead the tall boy clutches harder onto the item, bringing it to his chest.

"well i like this one!" - he adds, furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at his nosy friend.

riki never knew he could like ducks this much.

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[oonajaeadira]

im trying to not with that outfit but I can't

a cardigan, a high hip cut cardigan at that, is an accent piece, not the whole top, am I appreciating the low cut of the undershirt? yes, but I cannot with the rest of it.

THAT CARDIGAN IS TOO SMALL AND IT IS SUFFERING THE MAN IS TOO BROAD

the pants are... fine?... I certainly think he looks better with more form fitting pant legs, his silhouette is very boxy. not like, Max in WW84 boxy but it feels close to me.

so i think, with the right top the pants would be salvageable, the cardigan... undo the bottom two buttons, a nice dark undershirt, and form fitting pants, I'd still have questions, but they'd prob be fewer

I'm gonna apologize for the old lady I will some day become because if I'm sitting on my porch and someone walks by wearing that? I can just hear my cranky old self. "This world's goin' to shit."

WARNING: Do not read more. Adira's gonna go flip some tables.

Transcript: Begin rant.

Listen. I woke up to that monstrosity and had to go to an online meeting and engage for two hours on very little sleep. I went and took a nap and I'm still fkn cranky about it.

No. You know what? I'm REALLY fkn cranky about it. Like, it feels like a personal attack.

I also need to apologize to everyone who has felt this way over Fabio's choices lately. I feel your pain. But I actually love his style and that he keeps our boy comfy and whimsical and up to date (because, let's face it, left to his own devices, Pedro is a teenage boy). I mean, I didn't exactly love the pants for the wine event, but let's not get into that. I got over those. Because you know what? Pedro looks good in everything.

Or so I thought until this morning.

When I woke up from my nap I actually groaned. Not because my back fkn sucks but because I knew this outfit was still out there. That it had happened. That someone whose job it is to dress people found the most beautiful man on earth and did that to him.

How do you pick four colors and not have any of them compliment each other???? And then pick four BLOCK colors, no patterns, but all different fabric textures? And then choose a sweater that's made from something so shiny and synthetic that I can hear it creaking every time it stretches over his shoulders? Like, that's the kind of shit they can't sell at Kohls so they take it off the racks and put it in clothing subscription boxes and try to convince people that "it's not ugly, it's just new and hip and so fashion forward you're not used to it yet." If it caught fire it wouldn't even burn, just melt into a bubbling pool and then cool into a puddle of silly putty.

No.

*screams into a smushmallow*

You know, I'm gonna scoot past the fit of the pants and their zoot-suit pleats and their droopy cuffs and forgive them just so I can concentrate on that sweater. Don't put him in that color!!!! Boy has beautiful undertones and can wear just about anything and you picked the one fkn color that makes him look like an abomination!!!

*throws an arm over my eyes like a drama queen except really not ironically*

There are so many crimes happening here and on a not so cranky day I'd mostly just feel protective that she made him look terrible oh mah gahhhhh

But it's a cranky day. And someone that works in the fashion industry thinks it's okay to pair camel shit plastic with Heinz 57 Stray Cats. If that's what's coming of the runways these days give me two spoons and I'll remove my own damn eyeballs my own damn self--

*takes a deep sigh. tries to forget the pain. lies in an agonized heap*

Did you know edibles are legal in Minnesota now? Yeah. The dems put it on a bill with a bunch of other great stuff and the republicans in the state house didn't read it and signed it into law. It was really great. That was a good day. Legalized gummies.

I'm gonna go get some. BRB.

[voidselfshipp]

Someone to come back to

Cw: food and alcohol mention. Gif tw: irl hands

Only mutuals ok to reblog.

Summary: Jackal ruminates on the thought of finally having a home with the person he loves most in the world, and the Newfound sense of belonging.

Tagtlist: @samsbeckett @tex-treasures

A/n: this came to mind while talking with my good friend Nico :D.

Jackal had come back from the rainbow HQ just a couple of days ago, it felt weird yet nice to be in his home once again.

He opened the door of his one story house, and sighed in contempt, leaving the grocery bags on the floor to take off his shoes and closing the door with the heel of his foot.

It was good to come back home.

--Ryad! Hola!-- Jerico peeked through the kitchen door and smiled, running to her husband who lifted her up from her legs and kissed her.

--Hola, ya he vuelto (hi, im back)-- he said with a smile-- hows the food going?

--Its going just fine,do you need help with that?-- she asked.

--Estoy bien,cariño( im alright, darling)-- he answered picking the bags once more and going to where his wife was previously, starting to sort out what he'd bought.

Then ryad stopped to smell the air around him-- is that...sopa de picadillo I smell?

Jeri giggled quickly making her way where he was--si! I figured I could make you something from your home since youre finally back

Jackal Turned to his wife with mild disbelief, a quick smile and teary eyes followed, he hugged her tightly, almost engulfing his beloved with his body-- De verdad no te merezco (I really dont deserve you) -- he muttered happily sniffing.

--Ryad! Dont say that you do deserve me

The Man wiped away some of his tears-- I know bebe, (baby) its just...so nice of you...-- he gave her a quick hug and started to Grab the plates.

Jerico giggled and went to check on the soup, being quick to turn off the stove and before she can Grab the heavy pot, her husband steps in to Carry it down to the dinning room, and starting to serve it.

--Are you going to let me pamper you?-- she asked half sarcastically sitting down infront of him

--No, lo siento (no, im sorry) , youve done enough for me already--ryad answered looking at jeri.

The woman only sighed and poured some water on her glass-- Go check the fridge, got you something

Ryad did as he was told and once opening the refrigerators Door he was left speechless. A six pack of bottles of his favorite beer waiting for him.

He quickly grabbed one of them and sped back to where he previously was.

After pouring his drink into his glass he raised it-- for you, amor, for being so thougtfull, and our marriage...so it can last forever

Jerico giggled and clinked her glass with her husbands -- agreed!

While eating, jackal couldnt help but have small flashbacks of his youth, he remember eating the picadillo soup once or twice with different families, but they never felt like home.

Not like when he was with Jerico...

She was a walking Ray of sunshine, he could never get enough of her, wherever she went the room seemed to light up.

After all these years he regrets nothing about being with her, he scored himself a wonderfull woman.

After eating (And ryad complimenting his wife's cooking skills)they went into their shared bedroom.

---let me help you out with that knot you had on your back...-- Jerico said sitting on her husbands lap.

Jackal was going to try and protest but he was quick to throw that idea out the Window and took off his shirt.

First thing he felt was small hands trailing over each scar and crevice of his body, he smiled and hugged his wifes waist.

Then peppering kisses down his jaw and chest, the feeling of jericos fingertips kneading the skin of his neck made him relax his shoulders and rest his head ontop of hers.

Then he was (ordered) asked to lay down on his belly.

Jerico, for being small (or small in comparation to him), had heavy hands, and as she massaged his back, ryad melted away into a puddle, with the usual complaining about one or two knots he had.

--Hey be careful! Im not that young anymore-- he teased.

--You age like fine wine, ryad, now shut up-- jerico answered kissing the back of her husbands neck.

The Man only chuckled, and after a good shower he went back to bed, his mind ruminating on the feeling of safety, of happiness, the sense of belonging

He thought back at his chaotic childhood, of his loss, but then, once he felt his wife stirr around, he came back to reality, and sighed happily.

His last thought before going to bed was "sure...its nice to have a place to come back to...but its nicer to have someone to come back to..."

[eternalstann]

hi could i request a smut where reader and tom are best friends and she’s living with him and all the boys during quarantine and they’re both basically oblivious to the fact that they’re both drooling over/pining after each other and all the boys wanna see how long it goes on for and she hears tom having a steamy dream ab her or smth idk take this wherever u want it to go ilysm boo

im a sucker for housemate & domestic Tom ughhh. i love you more thank you for sending this I got you babes 🥺🥰

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“TOMMMM!” You screamed.

He’d gotten water all over the bathroom floor again and you were about to take a shower. You listen to his quick footsteps grow closer before he burst in the door. Eyes frantic he scans the room, pausing when they reach your frame covered in nothing but a towel. He took in the way your hair fell, the annoyed look on your face. Then swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips. He forces his eyes back to your face.

“Tom you got water all over the floor again!” You complain, gesturing to the puddles of h2o on the tile.

“Y/N seriously I thought you were hurt..” he rolls his eyes and you glare. “Yes Tom seriously! It’s so gross walking through all of this barefoot, or getting my slippers wet! And, you could cause mold to form. What’s so difficult about closing a fucking shower curtain!” You ask angrily and you didn’t mean to go off like this but you were frustrated.

“There’s three bathrooms in this house just use a different one if it’s such a big deal!” He yells.

You squint your eyes at him and take a deep breathe. “Whatever Tom, just get out” you snap and he turns around, closing the door harder than necessary.

As soon as the door is closed he adjust himselfs in his pants, he was mad... but you looked other worldly. Harrison walking by see’s him and his problem, laughing loudly at his hopeless friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her mate?” he asks, and Tom shushes him.

“Shut up you div she might hear you!” He warns, punching his arm.

“Ow! I’m just trying to help!” He frowns, but they both freeze when they hear the shower cut on through the door.

You don’t know why you went off on Tom like that. Maybe because your feelings for him were getting stronger every day and you were scared to show it? Or maybe because you were reaching critical levels of horniness and it was making you cranky. Probably both you shrug, stepping into the water. The hot pellets beating your skin instantly relax your tense muscles. You rub your neck, sighing, and let your hands wander downwards.

Between the valley of your breast and lower. You don’t stop until your hand is cupping your wet heat and pause, listening for sounds outside the door. You continue when nothing but silence can be heard, unaware of your audience.

Tom and Harrison are still as statues, only turning to look at each other when they hear soft moans echo through the small bathroom.

“This is super pervy, cmon Tom” Harrison drags him away.

“What was that all about?” Tuwaine asks, eyeing his friends coming down the stairs.

“Just a lovers quarrell between Tom and Y/N” Haz waves his hand nonchalantly and Tom denies it immediately.

“We are not lovers!” He clarifies and both his friends smack their teeth.

“No but you wanna be” Harry adds, walking in from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, I’m going to bed” Tom grumps. He trudges up the stairs to his room. He wishes sleep would take him as soon as he lays down but his mind is heavy with thoughts of you. His chest grew tight whenever he heard your name....which was a lot because you lived together. You were all he could think about. The way you looked in your towel, the way you sounded in the shower. The semi he sported earlier was now a full on boner and groaned, trying to ignore it.

Jerking off to the thought of you? How could he look you in the eye after doing something like that? But his brain wouldn’t let him rest. He let his mind wander. To what you’d taste like, or how you talked as you came. Tom didn’t even realize he’d started stroking himself until he heard something clatter in the living room.

‘That’s enough’ he tells himself firmly.

He tosses in his bed a few more times before finally falling asleep. But even in his sleep you wouldn’t leave him alone.

—

You run your fingers through your wet hair and stand at the top of the steps, peaking through to see if you saw Tom. You decided to put your pride aside and apologize.

“Hey guys where’s Tom? I wanted to say...sorry” you explain sheepishly and the boys all gasp.

“You! Say sorry?” Harry laughs and you glare. “I literally cannot remember the last time you apologized to any of us three...” he recalls and just turn on your heel to find Tom; ignoring all their snickering.

You stop in from of Toms room and take a deep breath. Go in, say sorry, get out. You tighten your towel and raise your hand to knock when you see the door is already cracked open. You call his name but hear no response.

You take a half step inside and can’t help the small smile when you see him sleeping peacefully. “Awww” you coo, watching him for a moment. He deserved some rest you think, you were about to turn and leave when you hear him murmur something in his sleep.

“Y/N”

It’s quiet, but you hear it. Your eyes widen, and watch his hips push up against nothing. His face tinted red and lips parted. You keep reeling your self to walk away but your legs won’t move. He was having a wet dream about you! Your hand clamps over your mouth, and you finally force yourself to take a step backwards.

But of course, you lose your footing and hit the ground with a thud. You scramble to get up, but you’re too slow. You hear the bed shift and in three seconds tops a disoriented Tom is pulling his door open and looking down at you.

You stare up at him, trying to ignore the bulge in his shorts and take the hand he offers to you. You both just stand, looking at each other for a moment before he gestures for you to come inside. You sit down on his bed, him beside you.

“I uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I talked to you earlier. It wasn’t that big of a deal and I shouldn’t have yelled” you apologize and e smiles.

“No you’re right, it is kind of gross. But I appreciate it” he laughs, and you do too.

You get quiet again, and try to work up the nerve to ask him, was he really dreaming about you?

“I heard you before I came in...Tom were you having a dream about me?” You rush through your words, nervousness encompassing you. You watch the color drain from his face.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what that was all about and I..” he speaks even faster than you did and you cut him off.

“I thought about you today while I was in the shower” you admit, and you don’t know where this sudden burst of courage came from but you hoped it would see you through.

“I thought about you fucking me from behind. What was your dream about?” You ask and Tom eyes are darker than usual, he was staring at you so intensely and with so much fire you could melt.

“I dreamt the same thing” he whispered. Your breathing quickened as he leaned closer to you. You let yourself fall backwards, and Tom climbs over you. His hands go to you towel, unwrapping it from your body. He’d seen you in close to nothing before, but never like this.

He eyes roam your now bare frame, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he compliments before coming down to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips smack loudly and shamelessly together. You’d imagined this for so long and now it was reality.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, parting lips for second and you squeak out a yes, connecting your lips again. Toms hand runs down your torso, and parts your thighs. You gasp when he runs a finger through your folds and finds your clit.

“Right there baby?” He asks, and you nod; eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He rubs you just right, like you’d done this together a million times. He kisses your collarbone, letting his tongue trace over the raised ridge.

“Tom..” you moan, back arching into his kisses. He goes lower, pulling a nipple between his lips and sucking. You moan again, and Tom quickens his fingers between your legs. Your toes curl into the sheets as you grow closer to your peak.

“Not loud enough” he growls, hand reaching up and wrapping around your throat. “Cum for me Y/N” hums, mouth next to your ear and he squeezes the sides of your throat. You grips his bicep as you cum, squirming while he works you through it.

He lets go of your neck and you pant, trying to catch your breath. You look up at him and watch as he kicks off his shorts. You can’t take take your eyes off his dick, much thicker than you’d expected and your pussy clenches at the thought of it stretching you open.

“Please fuck me Tom” your voice is wobbly, probably from literally being choked you think.

“Fuck, flip over” he instructs and you comply happily. Face down, ass up in Tom Holland’s bed. He slaps your ass and you whimper.

“Look so pretty” he whispers and you dig your nails into the bed when the head of his cock pushes inside of you.

“Jesus Y/N” he groans, pushing in all the way He pulls out slowly, then slides back in. You let out a shaky breath, you felt so full.

“Want you to scream my name like earlier” he chuckles, giving you an extra hard thrust. He keeps up the quick, hard thrusts and you bite your arm to keep from screaming. You feel his hands hands grip your hips tighter and pull you back onto him. You have to lift your head up to breathe before biting your arm again but Tom notices this time.

“Fuck that!” He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pounding you even harder. “Tom I’m gonna cum again” you cry out, and he moans, “Me too, baby”

Tom shifts behind you, the bed creaking. He puts one foot on the mattress, and rails into you. The sound of skin clapping echoes through the room, and you know the boys can hear.

“Tom!” You scream, just like he wanted; and your legs shake as your high washes over you. Tom thrusts sloppily a few more times before cumming inside of you.

You both pant, and Tom lays down beside you. “Do you think they heard?”

“Oh, they definitely heard”

[brokenjaw]

Ok I have this image of sunlight dappled on golden sheets, like the kind of trembling watery light of an early evening rainstorm when the sun’s on its way out and everything has become orange and red and flickering.

There's a thunderstorm outside, crashing and bashing its head against the long windows of the Lux. Rain rings and shushes against the glass, and lightning flares every so often like paparazzi flashbulbs. A distant thunder rumbles off the San Gabriel mountains, but its fury is already long past spent. Soon, it will slink away, like an unfriendly ghost. Soon, it will be the stuff of puddles and news reports.

Through it all, Lucifer sleeps soundly, dead to the world. He snores softly with lips slightly parted, leaving a bit of a wet spot on his pillow. Long limbs have splayed akimbo like a starfish, and once meticulously coiffed curls fall loose around his ears. Hair juts out at all angles, perfect, beautiful and messy. Even the Devil can’t avoid bedhead it seems.

But sleep doesn't come easy for Chloe, it never has. She tosses. She turns. And she stares at the city lights, far, far away. 

Regret is a tangled nest in the back of her throat, sticky and sweet like taffy, and too large to swallow. It's a constant companion, like a heartbeat or an exhale. Every little shame flitters across her eyelids as the world goes quiet. From her father, to her ex husband, to Trixie. She flays herself alive with all the cases she couldn't solve, all the families she's failed, and those whose blood will never quite wash out of her fingernails. There’s really no blocking it out. 

She wonders if Lucifer can sense it, the guilt she worries between her teeth. If he does, he says nothing. Does nothing. Chloe is content to carry her burden alone. It's nothing a handful of melatonin pills and a shot of Nyquil can’t fix. 

Chloe pulls off the covers, pressing her toes to the cold marble floor. 

“Detective,” Lucifer mumbles, his syllables clouded by sleep. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just-” The words oddly feel heavy. “I'm just grabbing my night bag. There’s a few things I need in there.”

Lucifer brushes his unruly hair back and raises an eyebrow, “Right.”

“I'm not leaving. Don’t worry.”

“Worry? Me? Preposterous.” But Chloe doesn’t miss how the stiff line of his shoulders melts into a curve. 

She pads her way to the bathroom. She doesn't need any additional light, as the penthouse is well mapped by the soles of her feet. It's a simple matter of fishing out her night bag, grabbing a glass of water and returning back to bed with her humble medicine. Only, she lingers. 

The mirror in Lucifer’s bathroom is huge, slick, and modern, much like the rest of the apartment and Chloe’s reflection looms large, even in the dark. She can see the hollow of her cheeks, the shadows carved beneath her eyes, and the deep furrow of her brow. Lightning casts them into stark relief, like phosphors and edges that cut to bleed. 

What would her guilt look like if it could take shape? What monstrous thing would stalk across the tile? Her form would certainly give Lucifer a run for his money. She’d have claws, and spines, and poison tipped teeth. Horns twisted and black, hooked talons instead of feet. Snakes in her hair that could turn full grown men into stone. 

“Chloe?”

“Im okay,” she calls. “Hold on.”

She quickly knocks back a few vitamins, kicks her bag into the corner for the Devil to fuss over in the morning, and shuts the bathroom door.

“Lucifer?”

The penthouse is suffused in a flickering, warm glow. It’s white, its gold, its orange, its gray. It's a color she can’t even rightly name. A campfire without flame. A sun shaded by cloud and smoke and sky. It's the kind gentle of light that dapples through trees, and limns the ocean just before the fall of night. When she blinks it sits in her retinas like heartsblood. 

It’s Lucifer’s wings, open and shining when all of the other lights have long gone out, 

“Well, come on. We haven't got all night.” He lifts his left wing in invitation and the arch of it flexes in a singular, fluid movement. 

“Are you sure?” They haven't done this before. “I could get them dirty. Or crush them.”

“I’ll survive.” 

It's an odd thing, climbing into bed with an angel. There are a lot of limbs to negotiate, and feathers, lots of feathers. But soon, the world settles. Feathers tickle her bare skin, and a corded arm goes to wrap around her stomach. One huge wing creates a small canopy over them both. The brightness has dulled a bit, to embers and moonlight.  

There’s a warm palm against her scalp. Fingers lightly scratch and smooth her hair, brushing over the shell of her ear, massaging into the nape of her neck. Tangles are gently parted. Lucifer’s hand ghosts over her temples, down her jaw, to rest on rest on her shoulder.  She can feel the rasp of his stubble against her back. His breath as it rumbles deep in his chest. It turns her liquid, boneless. She snuggles deeper into the sheets. Deeper into him.

“Has anyone ever told you your sleep schedule is appalling?” He says, lips pressed against her skin. “Even by my standards. If I wasn’t on Morpheus’ shit list, I’d ask him for a favor on your behalf.”

“Mmmm.” Chloe replies, noncommittal and admitting to nothing. 

“I guess I’ll have to do.” He pulls her in tighter, his wing bringing her close. “Sleep, Detective. And dream well.”

Her hand wraps around his. “Only if I dream of you.” 

“And you call me cheesy.” But Lucifer kisses her shoulder and accepts the compliment. 

Thunder still crashes in the distance, but Chloe can’t hear it anymore. It's muffled by white feathers, silken sheets, and sweet, sweet slumber. 

[might-guys-acorn]

Do you do hc's? If you do, could you do Akatsuki relationship hc's please?

Ive never done hc's before, but Im gonna do my best :) hope they turn out okay! -🦎

P.S. this post will be super long, so my apologies in advance folks❤

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Pain

Super quiet baby.

Shows his affection through actions, not words

Has difficulties showing his emotions, but genuinely tries his best.

Isnt sure how to be in a relationship, so is very awkward. Stutters a lot when talking to or about you: "Uh.... Y/N.....I think you look, uh, s-stunning today."

Blushes all the time.

You love it

So you do literally anything in your power to cause it. Brushing his hair out of his face, complimenting him in front of others, kissing him on the cheek randomly, etc.

Loves kissing in the rain. It overwhelms his senses, from the feel of the drops on his skin, to the smell of your hair, to the light shiver he can feel run down your spine after a while. He loves every second.

Will do anything for you. Legitimately ready to end the world for the one that he loves

Konan

Super sentimental type

Talks about her past a lot, and wants to hear all about yours.

Emotional connection is an absolute must, looks are always second in her book

Want you to get along with her friends, specifically Pain. You two are the most important people in her life, so its essential that you get along.

Thinks its precious that youre interested in her hobbies. Plenty of nights will be spent trying to help you learn origami, but at the end of the day, theres just a bunch of lopsided cranes and crumple flowers around the two of you asleep on the carpet.

I dont think shed be much of a cook, so meals are a must for you. She'll always compliment you on it though : "Y/N, this breakfast looks lovely. How'd I end up with a catch like you?"

She does make a mean cup of tea though

Likes to leave little notes or origami figures around for you to find when shes away :)

Deidara

Super obnoxious ngl

Likes to show you off to everybody. Like. Everyone. Other members, enemies, people on the street. You name it.

"LOOK AT MY S/O! ARENT THEY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING YOUVE EVER SEEN? THEY ARE ART ITSELF, I ALMOST WANT TO BLOW THEM UP, THEYRE THAT GORGEOUS."

Theres never a quiet moment with him

Especially right before bed, when he starts to babble nonsense because hes tired. You never knew a person could have so many thoughts until he never let one pass without it leaving his mouth

His babbling is pretty endearing though, because he is forever thinking about how amazing you are

But the only way to shut him up is to kiss him

Luckily, hes an incredibly good kisser

Will forever refer to you as his muse. And model many an artwork after you. Its very sweet until he makes them explode to show off the 'true beauty'

Sasori

Very detached at the beginning

Doesnt like having ties to this world

But he soon realizes there's no way to get rid of you, and he doesnt particularly want to either.

After that realization, he spends as much time with you as possible

Expect lots of cuddles, quiet nights, and endless hours of talking. About his past, his parents, his puppets. He wants you to know it all, because he feels like with all of it, he has to be unlovable

Is very shocked when you stick around and accept him, becomes very attached to you afterwards.

Doesnt do dates often, but on the occasional one, hes incredibly punctual and expects you to be

Hes very insecure about his "heart". He absolutely melts if you take time to let him know that its wonderful, just like him

Overall, hes just very relieved to have you in his life

Itachi

Truly surprised to be in a relationship at all

This isnt part of his mission

100% soft boi™️

Loves to hold your hand, kiss your knuckles, gaze into your eyes, all of it. Anything he has to do to remind himself that youre real, and that you love him.

Becomes a literal puddle when he realizes youre trying to name and differentiate all of his crows

Lets you feed them regularly and marvels at how sweet they are to you

Doesnt understand how someone so pure could be with someone like him, but wont complain simply because he hates the thought of losing this light he's found in his life.

Spends all his time making sure youre happy. Taking care of you when your sick, reading to you on long nights, cuddling you when you get sad. He just wants you to feel better

Doesnt give gifts often, so when you find your favorite one of his crows (Midnight, youd named it) sitting on the table with a red bow around his neck, you cry for hours.

He gets confused and thinks hes done something wrong, but you just kiss him and tell him that its perfect.

Kisame

Doesnt realize hes fallen for you until he sees you wading in a river late at night, singing softly to yourself

Really likes holding your hand

Has some jealousy problems, but not because he doesn't trust you. He just doesn't trust everyone else.

Lots of beach dates

Thinks it's adorable how he has to convince you to get out of the water when its gotten dark and cold

Prefers you don't give him nicknames, just really likes the way his name sounds when it comes out of your mouth

Loves that youre not scared of Samehada, and thinks its precious when you talk to it like its a pet and not a sword

Is even more smitten when Samehada coos back at you, its loyalty to you both means the world to him

Hidan

Insists on your belief in Jashin

Wants you to believe and become immortal with him

The eternal Bonnie and Clyde

Also the kinkiest of the bunch

Has zero issue talking about bedroom business in front of anybody

Likes how you blush when he brings it up in front of large groups of people

"Aw look at how red your cheeks get, thats so cute"

Does things to get on your nerves, because he loves watching you react. Seeing how flustered he can make you is a frequent game he'll play, cuz your anger is just as cute as your smile

Likes to casually hand you his scythe even though its too heavy for you to handle

Watching you try to hold it up makes him laugh, and you yelling at him for laughing only makes it worse honestly

Will try to get you to go on missions with him, simply because you two work together better than anyone else. No one knows him like you do, so sacrifices are always more fruitful with your presence.

Kakuzu

The most distant of the organization

Will be very difficult to connect with

But when he realizes that you seem to know the bingo book better than he does, will insist that you work on his team

From there, he'll see your personality and be thankful for all the hearts he has, because there can be an extra to give to you.

Your smile makes his day, and seeing the way you squeal when the pay comes in for a takedown melts every heart he's got

Thankful that youre just as much of a tightwad as he is, it means you make a very cheap date

Appreciates your intellect, and is happy to have a partner that is as smart as they are attractive, unlike his past partner Hidan.

Silences are an essential part of the relationship, but niether of you mind. Your presence is all he needs to feel at ease, rather than filling the air with meaningless small talk

Tobi

Never fails to laugh at your jokes

Enjoys making you laugh, even if it means making himself look like an idiot

Definition of silly romantic

Will spend lots of time telling you that youre special to him, even if its in a way that doesnt make sense

"I dont need gravity when Im with you, Im always on cloud 9"

Likes to mess with you when you try to touch him by tranferring his body to other dimensions

"Youll have to try harder if you really want to hold my hand, Y/N"

When he does get serious, though, he'll pull you to his other dimension to talk. Its quieter and theres no risk of interruptions

Likes to hug you from behind, and always has a dumb joke on hand if he ever sees you crying

[ratanslily]

could you tell us your retrospective about all your favorite LI this year?

my favourite lis this year (from newly released book only, bb3 and oph2 are sequels so i omitted them):

Charlie Smith, Zoey Wade, Noah Harris, m!Robin Tora, Tyril Starfury

im no good with words but-

C: first of all, whenever she says love i melt into a puddle, I just love stuff like that. and she's an excellent pirate (and should be the real captain tbh). there's something about the way she is shown as this fierce yet flirty persona who has a deep and painful history with her family but she never showcases the pain she feels inside. also the way EVERYONE obeys her ??? wow. i love her. and i share my love for the oceans with her so another plus point for her

Z: she had me enamoured from the very first chapter she rescued mc from the poppy gang. and the way she's so good at this game?? mc would be hopeless and nothing without her and i stand by that. i feel like she's the type of person who will make heads turn wherever she goes because people are so charmed by her!

N: PERFECT older brother! please he literally wants to make life better for his ma and hazel im😭💓 he's the perfect example of "you are more than your mistakes". ik he's the typical bad boy.. brooding and stuff but soft for his loved and closed ones🥰 especially the line "these are parts i dont let people see but i want you to know, you have all of me". he's such a beautiful character i just- i wish he got a better book, i really do.

R: Sexiest customisation. hands down. such a free spirit, unafraid of letting hurdles stop him from achieving what he wants to. and the way he and mc vibe so well, he repeatedly makes sure she is okay, cares about her so much! he cooks, too (yeah well everyone should, but still). he's so bold and confident, he got me head over heels in love with him. the way he makes sure mc feels good everytime, whether by moonlit walks or dance or just showering her with compliments.(he reminds me of Bryce <3) like noah, he deserved a better book.

T: i have a thing for men with weapons on their back okay? plus he's so beautiful! the way he smiles, its so delicate to see, I'd be afraid to breathe lest he stops smiling. I admire his resolve to prove himself worthy in eyes of others. Plus the words he says, so charming (he reminds me of beckett). he knows the right words to say and its impossible to fall for him tbh.

[cnc-hoebayb]

The boys as supportive hype men bfs

For when you’re lookin extra fine and they just wanna hype the shit outchu

.

Zabdiel

-“dimelooo mamiii”

-literally that ^ but with different inflections on dif syllables everytime depending on mood/situation lol

-not a very big social media man, but will post a quick story of you like “🥴❤️” dressed in something reeeeaal nice then delete it later (bc he want u for his eyes only duH!)

-but in public tho !!

-wow

-that’s his game, he’d be huggin all up on you like no ones watching

-Defintely would get caught by the paparazzi for some “provocative touching/staring” with each other

-Buys you everything

-flowers in that little shop on the corner? Done. Ice cream on the street that looks way too good? Chocolate vanilla swirl it is.

-Would probably go all out and buy you a new fancy piece of jewelry too

-its his own lil ritual to get u a new pair of earrings that match with the particular outfits he loves to see you in uwu

-he honestly seems like he’d want to hype you up all day but then spend the rest of the night with you in private

-hype you up in his own personal way ayooo

-details? I think a lil bit

-whisper dirty praises in your ear about how good you look

-goes in between rough and tender touches over his favorite parts of your body

-dead eye contact the whole time so it’s super intimate

-k that’s all u get u thirsty hoes

Erick

-does that thing to random strangers like “that’s my gf” and points at u

-for literally anything

-like when you’re ordering food for you both at a fast food place and he’s watching you lookin snackish tell them you’d like two number 5’s

-he leans over to the old lady next to him like “that girl- mi novia 😉”

-he’s also very vocal

-just likes you or him (or both) to be the center of attention

-“SHES WALKING IN AND SHES SO HOT GUYS WATCH UR FUCKING SELVES”

-kinda embarrassing but at the same time so sweet and way flattering so u don’t front bout it

-doesn’t really show you off on social media, but more in public or to his family

-Just wants to show his favorite ppl his fav person and how amazing you are

-compliments you all day

-really bad pick up lines mostly

-but they’re so bad that they’re actually really cute and funny

-pretends that youre a stranger at a store and hits on you like you’ve never met before

-“Erick please not here,” you’d beg while in line at the busy concession stand of the movie theater

-“im jus asking if u as sweet as those cookie dough bites u got right there mami mmhmmm”

Joel

-literally the cutest of them all

-not super extra, but very lovey and sweet

-you’d walk in the room all dolled up and he’d be super star struck like “oh my god dude you’re so beautiful”

-for literally any outfit too tho

-You can walk in with his sweatpants and necklace on and he’d lose it just as hard

-stares at you all day

-buys you flowers just for the heck of it

-sweet gentle touches and kisses all day too

-when he talks about you in public it’s all super down to earth and him saying how gorgeous you are doing anything

-takes you out to show you off

-somewhere where he knows a lot of press and people in general will be

-makes it super obvious you’re there together

-“don’t worry HONEY, I’ll grab the door for you BABE” and looks other homies dead in the eyes for dominance purposes

-he really would take you anywhere to show you off tbh. The dog park, museum, grocery store, you name it

-he fills his camera roll with candid pics of you through the day

-when you guys get really rowdy at the end of the night bc you’re tired, he records you the whole time dancing n singing and being a crackhead

-but its wholesome content of you guys being happy in love and having so much fun :,)

-he posts it all and everyone is like “couple goals wowo” and it makes your heart melt bc you’re with someone who makes you confident and happy and he’s everything

Richard

-literally not one second where his hand would be off of you

-ESPECIALLY in public

-hand in your back pocket, on your waist, in your hand

-also the type of guy that would be super extra and do things like hold the door for you dramatically, carry you over potholes or puddles in the street like “no te preocupes amor, i gotchu”

-a master at subtly tho

-and subtle teasing

-would mention how fine you look at the beggining of the day with a low whisper in your ear and a hot neck kiss

-then totally drop it for tension purposes

-would ignore u in person for a bit or maybe he just doesn’t see you much that day

-then would post a fire pic of you like “sheeesh🥵”

-comments under all your recent pics suddenly with thirsty shit

-all the fans are freaking out like “GET UR MAN”

-but he’s still avoiding you personally bc he knows it gets you all riled up

-so you watch him post and hype you all day until he gets home finally and wants to touch you and love you

-and you’re like “NO! No touching bc u can’t play these games Camacho”

-He smiles at you and puts on his nasally play voice while swooping in to lift you off your feet, tickling your sides and kissing you all over

-“mira que sexy ohmygaaad”

-ok but also

-he’d take his time with you when it got down to business, letting you know everything going through his mind when he kisses you, every time he removes another piece of clothing, telling you how perfect you are

-slow passionate intense nights that feel like they could last forever

Christopher

-constant screaming

-“oye mamiiiii”

-his million stories on insta are all of you with dif filters, emojis, and captions

-he’s singing or yelling in the background every one, but honestly no one can tell at this point

-besos every other second

-you’re just *taking a bite of pizza* and Chris would drop everything like “fucK pls kiss me now”

-a lot of seductive glances from a distance

-intimidates everybody in the room tbh

-will be that guy talking to anyone being like “doesn’t my baby look ultra fine today- well i mean she always fine, but today it just hits different”

-probably very sweet like Joel but in his own sappy Chris way

-will sing to you every love song that comes on in the car or while you’re standing around

-dances with you in public just to spin you around, kiss you, and tell you how good you look

-you’re always afraid to look like that one annoying pda couple but the way y’all make it look is actually rly sweet and sincere

-also does that thing and records you being a crackhead at night, but he’s actin just as wild so all the videos are so hard to follow

-they’re all of you guys SCREAMING and CACKLING SOO HARD and no one can form out anything anyone is saying bc you’re both just being idiots

-he records you dancing like a dummy in the dark corner of your room and he’s just there like “AYY AY DALE MAMI AY”

-for some reason i just see him at the end of the night wanting a long, deep makeout sesh more than anything

-bc sometimes kissing can be just as intimate and passionate when you’re with the right person, and Chris is exactly that guy

-he’d be kinda vocal and mumble every time your lips disconnect abt how much he loves you and how crazy you make him by being so god damn beautiful all the time

[enchantedamusedslightlyconfused]

73 questions.

I was tagged by @wescoasts @machine-gun-casie (BABES)

Almost all my friends have been tagged and I don't wanna be that asshole so ill try not to be. I tag @awkwardrocker @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @trixiehoe @she-who-is-timey-wimey

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

Well it’s finals week so about -864. After that I have two weeks of legitimate nothing where I will bake my heart out so we’ll see

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

#yikes #ughshesinherfeelsagain 

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

Milo Ventimiglia, Kells, Rook.....being a music video love interest is only my life’s pipe dream 

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

And that’s on daddy issues and no supervision...

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

I used to model like went to modeling school and got paid for it type shit

What’s your wakeup ritual?

get woken up by my dog tired of hearing my alarm, walk said opinionated quadruped, feed quadruped, get dressed, COFFEE, then take life as it comes

What’s your go to bed ritual?

melatonin gummies (gotta make anxiety fun), skincare when executive dysfunction will allow, brush teeth, fight dog for my spot in bed (moving a 90lb animal is no joke), turn on my sleep playlist or use my ambient noise app, stare at ceiling

What’s your favorite time of day?

witching hour followed by golden hour

Your go to for having a good laugh?

lately tiktok and Kellyvisions, previously vine compilations or Netflix specials

Dream country to visit?

Ireland. I NEED to go to the motherland. My families castle is still standing and I get in for free. its on my bucket list FOR SURE. 

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

getting into nursing school and chiropractic school. I’m a loser and I’ve never had a surprise party. I’d melt in puddle of love tbh

Heels or flats/sneakers?

Flats 98% of the time. Heels are reserved for business casual necessity, Halloween, or if I’m feeling myself 

Vintage or new?

both, depends on the item

Who do you want to write your obituary?

Amy-Sherman Palladino 

Style icon?

lmao a what? on the real though catch me fucking with those eco-friendly kitchen witch vibes. All the dainty jewelry, linens and converse/docks fam

What are three things you can’t live without?

my dog, my family (found and blood), healing people however I can (medicine ruined me for any other career and its sucks you guys)

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

tbh salt, I question a recipes validity if salt isn't involved 

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

Kells and the band (I'd be too nervous for a one on one), a dinner party with my MGK fam, Elvis

What’s your biggest fear in life?

Failure, not accomplishing anything 

Window or aisle seat?

window all day everyday, on the wing preferably cause I like to feel the landing gear #pilotsgranddaughter 

What’s your current TV obsession?

Roadies forever, pry that series from my cold dead hands (also Gilmore Girls and Criminal Minds)

Favorite app?

tie between Tumblr and Pinterest (im an aesthetic slut)

Secret talent?

I am bomb at disney princess songs, the girls I babysit for treat me like a jukebox at bedtime, cutest thing ever

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

delivered a baby has hands down been the coolest thing I’ve ever done

How would you define yourself in three words?

I fucking hate this question. always have. empathetic, resilient, intuitive 

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

overall: my senior prom dress. its emerald green, backless, with a slit to upper thigh chefs kiss 

everyday wear: Colorado sweatshirt

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

I second Jude: over sized hoodies

Superpower you would want?

nonspecific healing powers so they aren't limited to physical ailments

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

Colson

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

HA. probably that the body remembers more about trauma than the mind and your seemingly irrational physical reactions to things are your brain’s attempt to protect you

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

his mistake does not define your worth. I went for a variant of these boys aint shit don't judge me cause she needs to hear it

A book that everyone should read?

Harry Potter series (yes the whole thing), Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, The Giver by Lois Lowry 

What would you like to be remembered for?

empathy, the way I made people feel

How do you define beauty?

FOR THE LAST TIME ITS SUBJECTIVE, things that give you peace, it could be a song, a person, a sunset, a scone, a leaf. If it makes you stop a second and exhale then its beautiful to you

What do you love most about your body?

holy trigger question Batman...my eyes, my hair color, texture, and its ability to grow

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

drive with the windows down and blast music while singing at the top of my lungs

Favorite place to view art?

unexpected places, like street corners, carnivals, just somewhere it takes you off guard and makes you stop and pay attention

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

it’d be one of those crazy long 2000s fall out boy titles for sure, subject matter yet to be determined 

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

violin hands down, it hits me different

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

I have a bunch planned, plane on my right shoulder, Kells related between 3rd and 4th ribs (maybe lower in case I ever need a chest tube), watercolor portrait of my dog at some point location TBD

Dolphins or koalas?

dolphins are stoners and they're super smart, but koalas cause they’re grumpy af and honestly same

What’s your spirit animal?

again Jude and I are vibin: I've been identifying with a phoenix as of late. according to pottermore im a greyhound though (yes a patrons is a wizarding spirit animal. fight me)

Best gift you’ve ever received?

seven year old me was stoked to get a functional microscope and metal detector, I was in my egyptology/archeology phase, I still have them lmao

Best gift you’ve ever given?

oh hell idk...I made my cousin cry once cause I made cupcakes for her birthday party, they were cherry limeade flavored and had little straws and everything. that was pretty cool, granted she was seven. I also made my teacher cry cause I made sea salt caramel chocolate cupcakes for her going away party. I guess my baking brings people to tears

What’s your favourite board game?

candy land, battleship, cards against humanity even though there isn't a board

What’s your favourite colour?

forest green atm

Least favourite colour?

bright yellow/orange, its offensive to my general The Dirt Mick Mars disposition

Diamonds or pearls?

pearls (actually opals though)

Drugstore makeup or designer?

not picky provided they are evironmentally friendly. I really like Besame Cosmetics though

Blow-dry or air-dry?

air-dry, I don't have the patience for blow drying

Pilates or yoga?

yoga

Coffee or tea?

COFFEE, im still learning to like tea

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

holy shit how much time do we have, my favorite weird word to say is fistula or omphalocele (they're medical conditions, don't goole it unless you have a strong stomach) 

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

dark chocolate

Stairs or elevator?

stairs 

Summer or winter?

neither FALL BITCHES   winter if I had to pick cause I love Christmas 

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

burgers

A desert you don’t like?

red velvet cake....just why is it a thing that exists 

A skill you’re working on mastering?

baking scones or shit that’s flaky in general 

Best thing to happen to you today?

being tagged to do this twice, I felt special for a hot second (thanks babes)

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

that I would make a good doctor (I handled a scary pt situation like a champ, they didn't know I threw up after I made sure my pt didn't die. puking in a foreign country on the download is a skill in and of itself)

Favorite smell?

bergamot, baking bread, baking spice cakes at Christmas

Hugs or kisses?

HUGS CAN SAVE THE WORLD

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

gifted kid fall off

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

In These Walls - Machine Gun Kelly

Casual Sabotage - Yungblud

genius assholes...

Lipstick or lip gloss?

lipstick for special occasions but actually tinted chapstick or lip stains 

Sweet or savoury?

savory to eat sweet to make for someone else

Girl crush?

Brittney Furlan Lee, Alexis Bledel, Lauren Graham 

How you know you’re in love?

you look at them and just say yep. them. usually while they're doing something stupid 

Song you can listen to on repeat?

imma out myself but Swing Life Away - Machine Gun Kelly

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

the grass is not greener ya’ll. id rather go back and relive days 

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

hopefully passing my first trimester of chiropractic school. fingers crossed pls

[leah-halliwell92]

Mae It Be

@arwenaminmaeleth requested a little something with John Standring form “Sparkhouse.”

Summary: Mae the owner of the local pub has known John and vice-versa since primary school and have been friends for at least as long and has had the fattest crush on him for half as long. Can she convince him of her affections for him before Carol has the idea of marrying him?

Friday night and as always the place is slammed to the brim as is the Friday night tradition to start the weekend. Mae saw Andrew and his wife come in and made a mental note not to tend to them considering all the grief he’s caused. Not only John by making fun of him but of Carol as well even if she has the sneaking suspicion that her da had a part of that too. Mae shook her head and kept on smiling and dishing up drink after drink. Half way through the night, she spied John coming through the door and barely contained her excitement at that fact. 

“Evenin’ Mae,” John said with a shy grin as he sat in a secluded corner of the bar.

“Evenin’ John,” she said as she stood in front of him with a bright and open smile as she gave the bench a wipe down, “Can I get ya a drink?”

He gave her a nod and said, “Cider please.”

Mae nodded smile never faltering as she went to fulfill the order. 

“Sis take the rest of the night off,” Karen, her sister, said with a knowing smirk.

“It’s still a bit full here Karen,” Mae said even though it felt more like a busy night that a FULL night and Karen knew that.

“Go on, its slowed down a bit for a Friday night,” Karen said tenderly, “Go on Lord knows its about time you both got together.”

Mae nodded and went to clock out.

Karen gave Mae two pints and respectively and a whispered, “Go get im’.”

Mae took a deep breath and went on to him.

“Here you go John,” she said putting the pint in front of him.

“Thanks Mae,” he said with a smile.

“Is it alright if I sit?” She asked shyly.

John looked surprised by your question but nodded as his cheeks reddened.

“Go Mae tell him!” Karen cheered as she passed by.

Mae wanted to slam her head on the table as John gave her a questioning look.

“What are you waiting for M tell im’!” Karen ‘whispered.’

“Tell me what?” John asked with a grin.

“That she likes you,” Karen said in passing.

All the while Mae wanted to slam her head on the bench.

“You what?” He asked looking at a beet red Mae.

“That I like you,” Mae said bashfully while secretly plotting her sister’s mysterious death.

“Oh...um...” he said his smile falling.

Mae’s heart clenched at the sight, “John I’m being serious.”

“I have to go,” he said running out of the pub without having touched his drink.

Mae slammed her head on the table and left money on the bench for her sister to pick up and went after him...quite literally.

“John! Wait, please,” she says as she manages to catch up to him despite his superior leg power.

John stopped but looked more than a little miffed.

“John, you know me. Would I so blatantly hurt you in such a way?” She asked him.

He shook his head softly looking down at his feet. Of course he should have known Mae wouldn't have hurt him. She is Carol.

“Come on, lets go find something to eat,” Mae said offering him her hand.

John nodded shoulders relaxing. He took her hand and let her guide him to the flat she and Karen live in above the pub.

“Come on in and make yourself at home,” Mae said as she put the left over stew on to heat up.

“So...you like me?” John asked looking very much like a little boy talking to his first crush.

Giving him as soda she gave her affirmative.

“I’m nothin’ special Mae,” he said his voice soft and resigned to what he told her.

‘Oh John,” she thought as he reached for his hand tenderly running her free hand over his much larger one.

“Yes you are,” she said with a timid smile, “You’re really nice, the kindest man I’ve ever met. And atop that you’ve got manners no man today seems to practice.”

John smiled at her tenderly and blushed.

Mae searched for his eyes and smiled when she found them. Sparkling cerulean blues that gave him a blinding smile which he returned with a bashful one of his own.

“And I’m afraid I’ll melt into a puddle with that smile,” he said smile still in place.

His grin smiled and he bristled at her compliment.

Mae dished up the stew and could help the pride that ran through her as saw John’s eyes widen as he tasted the stew. 

“This is really good,” he said spooning another mouthful in.

“Thanks,” Mae said eating her own stew.

They ate in silence John shoveling the stew as fast as his mouth could chew it like an overexcited little boy and Mae had to admit he looked adorable eyes shining as he savored the stew. 

Plate full finished he looked at her shyly and asked, “Is it alright if...”

“Seconds?” Mae finished.

John nods.

“Go on ahead dear enjoy,” She said, “Want me to get it?”

John nodded not one to be an overbearing guest.

Mae gave him another plateful and drink.

“Thanks,” he said this time eating the stew at a more leisurely pace and started having conversation with her.

They laughed at memories long passed and talked over his work at Sparkhouse as well as the growth of a menu at the pub for lunch to her sister’s pushy nature and so on. The conversation was pleasant and generally nice. Mae had to admit she hadn’t such an interesting dinner with a man she’s had in a long time.

With dinner done, the couple settled into a comfortable conversation this time a more...personal turn was taken.

“You never said anything before now why?” John asked retaking your hand in his.

Mae gave a shrug and said, “I’m just as shy as you are at times I believe and that’s why I took so long telling you. And I’m not the one that told you! My sister had to stick her nose in and say it for me.”

John smirked at that and said, “Were you really goin’ to tell me though?”

Mae nodded not taking her gaze from his, “And if I can keep being forward and bold would you like to get together sometime?”

John looked at a cross roads at the question. 

“We can take our time and really get to know each other better if you want,” She said trying not to sound desperate. She really wasn't but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt if he said no.

He didn’t answer for long moment.

Mae’s hope began to fade and she really didn’t know how to take this silence.

“I thought it was me who was suppose to ask you, I mean I am a gent after all,” he said as he pressed a gentle kiss to your hand.

“Is that a yes,?” She asked hopefully.

John smiled at her gently and asked, “Mae, will you go out with me sometime?”

Mae could have danced on the table but settled for saying, “Yes, I’d love to.”

The couple embraced in a hug which both knew held promise of a bright future ahead.

[fionnmeetsharry]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAAAAAAASE DO A FIONN ONE WHERE Y/N IS A MAKEUP ARTIST ON SET AND SHE HAS TO FOLLOW HIM TO HIS SCENES TO TOICH UP HIS MAKEUP EVERY TAKE AND HE LIKES HER BUT DOENAT SAY ANYTHING UNTIL SOMEONE TELLS HIM TO GO FOR IT OML I LOVE SHY FIONN CAN THIS PLEASE TAKE PLACE ON DUNKIRK

Artist & Actor••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Word count: 1690••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••“Tom sit still for goodness sakes, I swear you are worse than a dog”.

This was the 5th time you had scolded Tom in the last 30 minutes, he was severely sea sick so you were doing your best to add some color to his face.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I forget that you’re doing my makeup and well sometimes you just have to move”.

You stop what you’re doing to look at the only other person in the trailer with you and Tom. He’s a boy about your age with dark hair and soft looking pale skin. He had been staring at the two of you since you finally got Tom to sit in your chair. Tom didn’t understand why you had to “cake on” so much “stuff” as he put it.

“Tom, I’m almost done with your foundation then all I have to do is contour you”.

Toms eyes got big at the word he didn’t know, plus the fact that he had to sit in your chair for a bit longer. He was beginning to pout like a little boy.

“But Y/N, you’ve been doing this for hours”.

He said dramatically as your rolled your eyes and grabbed the bronzer.

“It’s been 35 minutes”. You said dryly now applying highlighter.

“Ok you’re done you can go”.

Tom quickly jumped out of the chair quickly running past you and slapping the brown haired boy on the butt as he passed.

Laughing the boy turned and faced you standing up a bit straighter, turning shy.

“Umm… you are Y/N, right?”

He must be one of yours, you were assigned to 3 people’s hair, makeup, and costumes. There were a total of 6 makeup, hair, and costume assistants on set, two of them being assigned to the main cast along with you and the other three all had to handle the extras.

“Uh yea, and what might your name be?”

Shyly smiling at you a small dimple popped in his cheek, making him impossibly cuter than before. You knew this was your job and you had to keep things professional, but it was getting difficult with how attractive the cast was.

“It’s Fionn, I think Um…I think I’m one of yours”.

Ok the whole cast was attractive, but this one, you already knew it would be hard to stay away from this one.

“Yes you are, along with Harry and Tom, but don’t let Tom scare you away from me, I’m not as bad as he made me out to be a few moments ago, he just really can’t sit still. It’s nice to meet you by the way Fionn”.

You held your hand out to shake his, the boy stretched his arm out to meet your hand, but his eyes were looking everywhere but at you.

“Well let’s get started shall we. Today I’m just going to apply some basic foundation and that’s all … looks like you have pretty good skin so you don’t need much”.

Fionn took a seat in your chair while you pulled out a new clean beauty blender and the foundation. You placed about a nickel size drop into your metal bowl and wet your beauty blender before dipping it in, then lightly bouncing the sponge off of his soft skin, making sure to get full coverage. “Actually looks like you have Freckles, they fit well with your features, I like them, especially with your dark hair and hazel eyes”.

You didn’t know why you were telling him this, but it was like you couldn’t stop yourself. It was true though, and he was beautiful.

“You know you don’t talk nearly as much as Tom does, kinda refreshing actually, although you do have a nice voice, calm and deep”.

You suddenly stop applying the makeup. Had you really said that? It was true but he didn’t need to know how you felt about the voice you’ve only heard twice or his skin.

You can see his cheeks have turned bright red, bright enough to show through your work. Great, now you were both flustered. As the heat in your cheeks remained you quickly cleared your throat and started on his hair.

“So…um, I’ll just be adding a bit of Oil to your hair, to give it the effect that it hasn’t been washed in a while and then you’re done”. Please, please, please don’t let him have soft hair too or you may melt into a puddle right there. Sliding your fingers through his dark hair you had to bite your tongue, because just as suspected, it was indeed soft, perfect actually.

His eyes met yours in the mirror,

“Already? But, it took you at least 45 minutes on Tom”.

Fionn looked back at the ground like he previously was. He didn’t mean to make it seem like he wanted to be in there with you longer than necessary, but he did.

“Well that’s because you’re good and sit in you’re seat while I work. You don’t wiggle the whole time and ask if I’m done yet like you’re 5”.

He chuckled, it was true though, Ton did do all of those things, Fionn should know he was standing there.

Fionn ended up in the makeup trailer 45 minutes early because he was mesmerized by the gorgeous girl he had seen on set previously that day. She had the most beautiful and unique look about her from her hair to her skin.

Fionn hadn’t even realized that you had finished his hair because he was so caught up in daydreaming. He was staring the whole time, but you were too busy to notice.

“Alright, you’re done for now but I will be with you, Harry, and Tom throughout the day for touch ups”.

Fionn smirked at you, fiddling with the shirt tail of his uniform.

“You mean I have to share you…can’t just have you all to myself?”

“No unfortunately not. Trust me, you’re the best out of the bunch, would much rather just have you”.

“Ay love, that’s not very nice”.

Harry entered the trailer with only half his uniform on and a goofy but charming smirk.

“Harry what happened to your two shirts and your jacket?”

“Ummm well, the first shirt you see I accidentally got it caught on something when I fell and it tore, and the second, I’m not sure really. Honestly I was just tired of wearing a shirt, took it off somewhere, but I don’t remember where”.

Rolling you’re eyes, you feel like you’re babysitting with the way Harry loses things, and Tim can’t sit still.

“Ok…ok, I’ll go find you some new shirts, but when I get back your butt had better be in that chair and ready for me to cover your tattoos and do your hair”.

“Yes ma’am”.

Harry saluted you as he sat down swiftly. Walking off to the back to retrieve him more clothes, you began to massage your temples, mumbling to yourself,

“God this is going to be a long month”.

But you couldn’t help to think that maybe Fionn would make it just a little more bearable.

“Ay mate I see you came back here to make a move after this morning. Let me guess, love at first sight”.

Fionn was just about done tying his shoes as Harry asked the question. Harry and Fionn were close, they’re always together on set, so of course Harry knows of the gorgeous girl from this morning.

“Shut up Harry she could hear you”.

Harry sat up a bit more in his chair, surprised that Fionn hadn’t made a move yet.

“C’mon mate, you have to do something, can’t just sit around all bloody month just staring. At least make conversation with her, compliment her or something”.

You arrived back in the room with two new shirts for Harry.

“Here, and try to be less clumsy and forgetful please, were running out of your size”.

Harry playfully rolled his eyes at you and kicked Fionn, signaling him to make a move.

“Uh so Y/N, how long have you been doing this?”

You were a bit stunned at the random question, but he asked it so sweetly and with his lovely voice that you didn’t question it.

Harry on the other hand, looked up at Fionn with disgust at his terrible attempt at flirting, laying his head in his hand.

“ This is actually my first movie, but I’ve been doing makeup since I was 13”.

“Me too! I…I mean this is my first movie too, not that I have been doing make up since I was 13… cause I haven't… done makeup, ever actually”.

You could see how flustered he was getting. God he was cute when he was flustered.

This whole conversation pained Harry even more than before, but he could tell you liked Fionn too. You were smiling and being too polite. You were flirting.

“Yea I knew what you meant”.

The two of you laughed while you began pulling out what you needed for Harry.

“Well I guess I better head to set, it was nice meeting you Y/N”.

“Likewise”.

After Fionn was gone Harry just kept staring at you like he knew something you didn’t.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, just that you two are going to end up married with children and I get to say that I witnessed your relationship from the beginning”.

Was it that obvious that you liked him? It doesn’t matter because this is a job, and you already promised yourself you would keep this professional.

“Y/N, it’s ok, I know about your stupid professional rule, but I think love is worth breaking rules over”.

You were now working on covering his many tattoos, and also trying to avoid eye contact. Harry was right, but it didn’t help that he was your best friend and knew everything yuh were thinking.

“So what, it’s just a crush, I’ll get over it”.

“S’not just a crush love, he’s got feelings too, and im going to get the two of you together so I can add some more godchildren to my list”.

THERE WILL BE MULTIPLE PARTS TO THIS!!💙