Riptide (archived)

All the love. x 14/3/16

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🌲run— hrendon

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shiiitbrendon:

“oohhh, demanding now, are we?” he gave the strong set of shoulders one more firm squeeze before he was allowing his feet to slip out from beneath him, landing with a bounce on the bed before the springs were pushing him up to his feet again. he was everywhere at once before he was making one last stop in front of the mirror, pressing his clothes flat on his body as if they could grow any tighter than their size already demanded they cling to his limbs. it wasn’t like brendon to practice modesty any more than it was like harry to not take the proper snack food precautions before outings. “food, yes.” he sing songed to some sinatra melody that carried his voice easily through the room. “tea… also yes, but we’ll stop to pick you up that special kind with the teal takeout cup that you really like. obviously, i’m pulling out all the stops.”

“You should sing the entire way there, I’d be entirely okay with that.” Harry suggested with a laugh as he fastened the buttons on his expensive top. It was a guilty pleasure, listening to the twenty-nine year old mimic the voice of the legend. He hadn’t been a devoted fan till the musician had covered his music so much that the Brit himself was beginning to learn the words. It also happened to be a part of a playlist he’d listen to when missing his partner, one no one knew existed. It was one of the many things he kept to himself. “All the stops, obviously.” He echoed gratefully with a small smile as he pocketed his phone, wallet, and keys. “You should serenade the cashier as well, maybe she’ll give it to you for free.” Not that they needed it.

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text📱hoodlum

Calum: I'll reel it back, sorry

Harry: Reel it in like a fisherman

Harry: Catch of the day

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text📱Hazzy-boop 🌯🍦💕

Pez: hey i know you've been going through a lot but if you're home in la can i come over?

Harry: Yeah, come over

Harry: I have some stuff to tell you

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austinbutler-x:

“Finally jumped on the bandwagon and got around to watching Stranger Things. I’ve been sitting in darkness all day and I think I’ve blinked about 3 times. I just finished all 8 episodes, and now I’m all fucked up. I have so many questions, but mostly I’ve realized I need to get out more. And a shower probably wouldn’t hurt either. This is what happens when you have too much time between projects. Please send help.”

The only thing I know about Stranger Things is that Eleven exists. That’s pretty much it though. No need to feel bad, I proper demolished an entire 22-episode season of this one show I’m obsessed with in maybe two days. It’s insane, really.

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troibelli:

Just because I say fuck me gently with a chainsaw, doesn’t mean I want it done. Has no one seen Heathers?

You should probably go to a doctor about that.

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text📱hoodlum

Calum: I could feel it

Harry: Calm down, Hamlet

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text📱Pezwards🍕💋

Pez: I have loads of clothes

Pez: i never wear them tho

Pez: Bc I have no place to go

Harry: I don't really remember this weekend

Harry: Not sure if that's a good or bad thing

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text📱hoodlum

Calum: I'm going to trust you on this one mate. I love you too.

Harry: When was the word love ever exchanged

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@harry_styles: Am I on nap #4 or 5, the world may never know

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text📱hoodlum

Calum: Wait, so you dislike me more than Trump dislikes me or you dislike me less than you dislike Trump?

Calum: Help me out, please, I'm young and stupid

Harry: I'll let you decide

Harry: Live a little

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text📱hoodlum

Calum: Sorry mate. I love you more than I love Luke and you should know it.

Harry: Well I dislike you less than Trump so that has to count for something

Harry: Kidding x

Harry: About what - you may never know

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I care.        I care a lot.                It’s kinda my thing.

Leslie Knope  (via felicitysmoak)

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🌲run— hrendon

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shiiitbrendon:

brendon’s smile wasn’t one that was contained to his mouth, but spread from feature to feature until it covered his entire face. it dipped into dimples that were barely there but showed up in laugh lines and ignited very nearly visible sparks of fire within the hazelnut color of his eyes. “yeah, maybe you should have thought of that sooner, huh?” he teased, hands moving but barely any help as harry attempted to shovel layer after layer of his body. it’s hard to stay turned on wen this won’t come off. “sorry to hear that, lover.” he teased as the brit began to fool with his bottoms next, hands poised happily on his shoulders and sprinkling their fingertips from blade to tip as his tongue slicked a shine onto his lips. 

remind me to play you something later. “play me something l– shit!” the peep was far more hoarse than he ever would have admitted in the future, thighs tightening instinctively around harry’s torso as he leaned down into one of the most content kisses he may have had in years. “i feel violently the same.” he hissed with no short of a cat’s whisper into the other pair of lips before he was sealing their lock once more, arms wrapped tighter around his neck than they had been moments earlier.

Harry would’ve been lying if he had said he was a hundred percent okay with leaving right after he set the American down. A night in with lots of candles and even more sex sounded a thousand times more appealing, but he knew how obnoxious it was to have plans foiled, so instead of offering up the idea like the worse part of him wanted, he instead contained himself and kept the affections PG - for the most part. “..Okay-” Peck. “We should-” Peck. “-go before-” Peck. “-I get-” Peck. “-more-” Peck. “-distracted.” He sealed it with a final kiss then reluctantly set the older of the two down so he could relocate his discarded Laurent top. It had been rather expensive - for a Laurent top - and any other time he would’ve committed murder for being so careless, but he was finding such monetary items less and less critical these days. “My tea’s probably cold - I hope tea’s on the agenda.” He murmured as he buttoned up the dark navy top about three-quarters of the way. It complimented his eyes nicely. “And a snack. That nap gave me the munchies.”

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🌲run— hrendon

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shiiitbrendon:

lashes kissed the very edges of his cheekbones as he listened to the 22 year old shuffle around with his wardrobe, certain he’d emerge in something nothing short of catalogue ready. probably expensive cotton, definitely ysl, more than likely ready to be utterly destroyed by the grabby hands of an even grabbier partner on a later occasion that evening. he smiled at nothing and everything all the same, hands traveling up with no aid of his vision to run their palms down the estimated back of snow when the sensation of hesitant paws dotted up onto his stomach. she was rather insistent upon the attention, but he was no different when it came to harry, he was sure. 

how’s this for easy access? his eyelids folded back behind themselves the moment he’d been coaxed to full attention, the delicate pair slamming shut once more as they crinkled and obliged into a full face of laughter. “you fucking penguin!” his voice scratched and hitched as he flexed his abdomen to pull his body into a sit. “oh my god, you look… oh my god.” his phone was out within seconds, aimed directly at he tripping man before it was tucked back in his pocket for safe keeping. jumping up to his feet, he padded toward the edge of the bed until he was teetering off; reaching for the makeshift michelin and pulling him an extra set of steps forward. “i’ve never wanted you more.”

“Um, excuse me, no flash and no no flash photography without the subject’s consent, thank you very much.” He teased with a smile as he was pulled close - or as close as he could be. He would’ve leaned in for a kiss had his stomach been three times smaller. I’ve never wanted you more. “Oh yeah?” He then challenged suggestively as he peeled the sweater off his torso. “Come and get it.” He tugged the jumper off next along with the first of the three t-shirts before attempting to loosen his joggers. “This is really tedious. It’s hard to stay turned on when this won’t come off.” He added with a laugh, though eventually every article of clothing aside from his black skinnies were finally off his body.

“Remind me to play you something later.” He added as his fingers found the back of the standing man’s thighs. He then tugged gently as a warning before pulling him into his arms so he could finally reach him for a kiss. Brendon was as light as he had been in Memphis, and the intimate position briefly reminded him of that one day in late April except then it was twenty degrees hotter and not nearly as private. “I love you so much.” He murmured between selfish kisses, each peck not nearly enough to satisfy the Brit long enough to let go. It did quite the opposite, actually. He didn’t mind one bit.

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🌲run— hrendon

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shiiitbrendon:

“you need to learn to be-” peck. “more adventurous, harold edward.” one last sliver of a kiss instigated by the man himself, tip of his nose nuzzling into the corner of harry’s before he stood back down to his normal height ;a mere foot or two of height difference but still one he took note of every time his neck had to crane in order to reach the inviting pair of lips just out of his reach. “but that’s okay.” he added, lips between his teeth as his nose scrunched up in response to the nip on his ring finger. one that was probably growing a tan the last few weeks it got before the fall was shading the sun out with the trees and clouds were replacing the selfish rays. “i am a patient and merciful god.” he teased beneath the twitch of his brow, “i’m willing to give you time.” one last peck was given with an added pressure and enthusiasm that beat out the last, crooked finger sliding off the tip of his partner’s nose before he was glowing the a self sufficient grin.

though his moan of protest was just as low and drawn out as harry had probably expected, he was nevertheless following the man step by step; hand hooked in the other’s hold as he ran his thumb up and down over the face of his phone. brendon occupied himself on the bed as harry disappeared to find something a little more suitable, restless fingers moving to idly adjust the homemade tea bag within its stew of boiling water. “wear something with easy access.” he called from his spot, now sprawled out in the sheets, smirking at his own jokes before his eyes had settled closed.

Wear something with easy access. Harry had tugged on a flannel and another pair of jeans once Brendon had spoken up, and though he knew they were on a time crunch, he couldn’t help but pull a t-shirt on over the outfit. Then another. Then another. Then two pairs of joggers, a jumper, a couple of beanies, ear muffs for winter, and a cashmere sweater he was sure belonged to his older sister. Once he was sure he could barely move, he waddled out of the closet, bottom lip wedged between his teeth to contain his laughter. “How’s this for ‘easy access’?” He halted right outside of the closet and attempted to put his hands on his hips, though considering his arms were four times bigger than before, he could only brush his fingers over his thighs.

“I dunno, I think it’s kinda hot, it really covers the trouble areas I’ve been working on at the gym.” Laughter bubbled over his lips as he attempted to strike another pose and he found himself waddling to the other side of the room before nearly tripping over Poppy who had wandered up from upstairs. “Fuck! Pops, how would I explain your death to my loved ones. Move-baby, help.” Harry pleaded between chuckles as the tiny Papillon sniffed at his ankles curiously, the mixed scent of Harry, Brendon, and Gemma probably confusing him. “This was a bad idea, ‘m bloody hot.” 

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🌲run— hrendon

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shiiitbrendon:

“mmmm…” a throaty expression he’d found himself emphasizing more and more since landing in the arms of ambiguous tattoos and soft, kiss-worthy lips. the charade of a kiss didn’t feel like a charade as opposed to a necessity as he very nearly gave into harry’s suggestion, nose lingering against the pointed tip of its partner before it was dueling out a single nudge upward. “you’re insatiable. god damn insatiable.” and then his hands that had been lingering so persistently at the younger man’s hips were giving the area an earned squeeze, the satisfaction showing up on his face as he leaned in once more for a strange hybrid between a for shame groan and a kiss. there weren’t many things brendon couldn’t combine with his lips on harry’s and he was relearning that very quickly every second he spent in the man’s presence.

drinking morning coffee, kiss. blow drying to the perfect slope, kiss. chasing poppy and his freshly skinned chewtoy across the backyard, kiss. they were sometimes messy, and sometimes rushed, but he was finding there things more necessary of his time. taking advantage of what his lips had the luxury of skimming against at their will happened to be one of them. “but you’re absolutely not getting out of this so i suggest you wipe that sleepy out of your eyes and accept it.”

he remained enthralled as harry moved the conversation on, both with his eyes in his hands. alternating between slow bats of his lashes and the sliding tendencies of the palms of his hands. beneath the side hems of his shirt was a favorite. “why? has she given you a box of weird sex toys before?” he posed with a suave smirk that would most likely elicit a disgusted ugh from harry’s mouth, but that may have very well been the goal. “… either way, i say we open it before we leave and if all else fails and there’s no reason inside it to have sex then, well…” his tongue darted out over his lips, leaving the always soft pair with an even pinker gleam than usual. “well then, we do it anyway.” time is of the essence. “but quick!”

“No, she hasn’t.” Gemma probably had been waiting till the perfect time to send the Brit an inappropriate gift, mainly cause he regularly did the same with every one of her partners. That made him all the more adverse to the idea of even touching the box. “We’re not having a quickie with some strange sex toy my sister bought - that’s weird.” He sealed the rejection with a combination of a chuckle and a kiss and selfishly ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s mane before pulling away. “You can open it at your place tonight. I don’t wanna see it though.” He added as he reached for Brendon’s right hand, momentarily taking it in his own so he could kiss the ring on his second to last finger. It was the promise ring.

As his lips brushed against the whatever-karat gold, he met his partner’s gaze, and didn’t bother hiding the smile as he playfully but gently gave the digit a bite. “Okay, come on.” He began to pull him out of the kitchen - jasmine tea in hand - so they could go. Though before they could pass the staircase, he was tugging them both up. “Actually, wait, I need to change.” He had taken one glance at his attire for the evening and decided he wouldn’t be caught in public in it. “It’ll only take a second.” He added quickly, knowing full well a groan would follow the request. He then set the tea down as soon as they reached the bedroom and stripped himself of the white t-shirt and black skinnies so he could disappear into the closet and dress.