so i’ve been thinking about it a lot recently, and i finally decided earlier that i’m not going to use this account any more. i mean, i’ve been on a semi-hiatus for awhile now anyway and my replies have been, like, literally non-existent recently ( which i feel so bad about honestly ) and i was planning to come online this weekend and get back into the flow of doing replies faster and stuff but like.... i have no muse.... for anything.... and it’s kind of killing me inside like i waNT to reply but it just isn’t happening?? and it’s not like the kind of muse problem where you know it’ll come back sometime soon this feels like it’s never going to come back and idk i just feel like it’d be kinder to let people know the problem instead of them waiting for replies to threads that aren’t going to come??
i decided to make a separate account for one of my muses, finley, though ( because i still feel like i could write stuff with him like he’s the only one i have muse for ) and it’s here if anyone wants to plot with him.
under the cut are some harry styles rp icons ( i don’t know exactly how many there are tbh ) that i don’t need any more. i was originally going to delete these, but then i decided to post them instead, just in case they could be useful to anyone else. you don’t have to like or reblog the post if you’re using them, or anything like that at all, really. just don’t claim the icons as your own. thank you !!
From the moment he settled a hand on her back, Eleanor just knew he was way more confident. Still could renember their first date, or when they actual started dating. He didn’t even dared to touch her or he would have this sort of panick attack, & him getting the confidence he needed was a thing the blonde was proud of, finally having the courage to say whatever he felt like to & not being scared of touches nor kisses. His lips who were just so kissabul, his fingerstips so touchable. Eleanor never felt so good in her life before, wanting to expirment new things with him. Had all the patient just to even wait, & if she could say she minded to wait years for him; it would be one big lie. Their foreheads resting on each other, arms stipped being wrapped around each others waist – moments like these coudln’t be any more perfect. The way he told her that she made him so happy was literal the most cutest thing he has ever told her. ❝ It doesn’t sound ‘cliché’, Teddy, I’m not leaving you, okay? Never will actually. Don’t be so scared, because I really won’t..❞ Eyes glancing up, locking his emerald orbs when her eyes had this tiny sparkle in them. About to cry, because he really made her the happiest one in this world. ❝ I promise. ❞ Smiling some, Eleanor was just about to tell him how happy he made her. He could never love her more then the blonde loves him. There was really no way. About to speak, three tiny words tumbled from his mouth. Leaving her clueless at first, but after just onle seconds the reality hitted her so hard. ❝ Wait.. what? ❞ Was the first reaction, pulling herself back so she was able to see his whole face, his whole appereance until his waist. Eleanor was speechless, because she always thought that she was the one telling him first, & not the other way round. Those words felt.. different. Different than what she had expected. Knowing he really meant those things, & this was just such a great feeling. Wanting him to say it over & over again, like a song you keep on repeat. ❝ I love you. ❞ Her words sounded like a melody. Blue orbs being conected on his, the three tiny words who could mean so much.
He thinks he’s made a mistake when she pulls away, & he deliberately avoids her gaze, staring down at the floor so their eyes won’t meet. He shouldn’t have said it. It was stupid, impulsive, just plain wrong. There’s no way to defend himself. It was also highly unfair of him, to confess something as serious as love & not give Eleanor any warning beforehand. He knew that if the roles were reversed, he’d want to have a warning. He’d need to be given time to construct a proper response, instead of being caught off-guard like this. It wasn’t fair. ❝ Sorry, ❞ was all Teddy could say, & even though he could have added that he didn’t mean it, that he didn’t really love her, that he’d just said it in the heat of the moment, he didn’t, because that would be a lie. Even if Eleanor didn’t love him back, he still wouldn’t retract his words. It didn't matter if the feeling was mutual or not. He cared about her far too much to ever even consider lying in her presence. He glances up at her from underneath his lashes when she allows her gaze to slip over him, & he doesn’t think anyone’s ever looked at him like that before, not in the way Eleanor currently is, studying him intently, as if she can’t quite figure him out, as if he’s some kind of enigma that leaves her baffled. He dips his head down, suddenly self-conscious, & he only looks up again when he hears her speak, her entire demeanour making it clear that the next few words she plans to say will be important. He needs to listen. So, he does.
It takes a few seconds for the words to really sink in, but when they do, Teddy’s face breaks out into a smile. A genuine smile. Not the kind of strained ones he gives other people usually, the ones that don’t quite reach his eyes & leave them looking lifeless. This isn’t like that at all. ❝ I honestly didn’t think you’d say it back, ❞ he admits quietly, & he feels so silly for thinking that now, for worrying about something he didn’t need to worry about because she feels the same way. He’s not the only one. What he feels, she feels too. It’s comforting to know that. A little bit terrifying too, but mostly just comforting.
1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”
3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”
4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”
5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs”
7. We’re at a concert and I can’t see a thing let me sit on your shoulders, maybe?”
8. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious”
SEND ME ✴ FOR MY CHARACTER’S REACTION TO SEEING YOURS KISSING SOMEONE ELSE
The problem is that Axel knows he can’t be jealous. Or, technically, he can be jealous, as long as he keeps it to himself & doesn’t make it obvious for other people to see. Showing his jealousy would in turn be admitting that he feels something for Noah, something that makes him want to storm on over & pull her away from the boy she’s been kissing for the past five minutes or so, only pausing every now & again to catch their breath. Neither of them seem to notice Axel’s there – or they’re just actively choosing to ignore him – & he’s left with this strong & sudden desire to make his presence known. He can’t stand being ignored by anyone, but especially not by his best friend.
Axel doesn’t recognise the guy Noah’s kissing, which only makes the idea of hitting him seem far more appealing. With no name to a face, it’s easy to forget a person is a person. He can hurt people when they’re anonymous to him & he wants to hurt this guy. God, he wants to hurt him, wants to connect a closed, heavily ringed fist with his cheek because how dare he kiss her & put his hands on her like that, on someone who clearly belongs to him. & deep down, Axel realises that nobody truly belongs to anyone, & actually Noah can do whatever the hell she wants with whoever the hell she wants, but he’s too annoyed to remember that fact right now. The way Axel sees it, Noah belongs to him, but it’s not entirely one-sided, seeing as he belongs to her too ( though, of course, he’d rather die than ever admit that out loud )
He watches the pair for another moment, gaze lingering until it’s too painful to continue, before looking away. He runs his tongue over the surface of his teeth & purses his lips together. Fuck it, he thinks, & it’s a pretty common thought for him. He’ll just kiss someone else. There’s an abundance of pretty girls at this party, ones that won’t mess with his head nearly as much as Noah does either. She drives him insane, & for someone who’s never had a tight grip on his sanity in the first place, it’s dangerous. She’s a hazard to him. She makes him feel like he could fall in love, & he’s not used to that, to the idea of loving anyone other than himself.
Axel spends the rest of the evening chatting up a girl he befriends, turning on the charm & flashing her smiles from behind his beer bottle. & later, when they’re sloppily making out, her lips tasting like vodka & something else Axel can’t quite put his finger on, he pretends not to notice how her hair is the exact same shade as Noah’s & how her eyes are a bit like Noah’s too, only harder, & how really, he’s picked someone who looks awfully familiar to the girl he supposedly doesn’t care about, not romantically anyway. It’s just a coincidence, though. Axel repeats that lie over & over in his mind, so many times that he almost starts to believe it himself. Almost.
