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I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.

(via givingblowjobs)

#inspo

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Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold Some die looking for a hand to hold

#THIS IS PERFECT #OMFG #tunes

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Daisy scoffed at his comment, looking up at him with a quirked eyebrow before letting herself melt into the kiss his pressed onto her mouth. Her hand gravitated to his chest, resting lightly upon it and thumbing over the contour of his collarbone beneath his shirt. “I do love you, more than anything, but I still don’t think I have enough love in me to share cheese sticks. Not even with you.” A smirk wandered onto her lips, leaving kiss after kiss on his before she pulled away to meet the presence of their waitress, draping one of her legs over the other and curling into Zander’s side. The heavy beat of the song flowing through the floor, the walls, the ceiling, seeped into her head and had her nodding it subtly to the rhythm, the urge to move around, to dance, to do anything with the music accompanying her running through her brain. She looked up at Zander, anger written all over her face and giving a quick shake of the head. “I don’t know who the hell you’re trying to shit here; you’re sharing that third one with me. You do not just keep an Irish person from their booze.”

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While the pair of misfits waited patiently for their waitress to return, the time was spent with mindless words and fleeting touches. Zander's hands always found themselves gravitating to her porcelain skin, sometimes protective, others needy. Tonight was no different, his arm readjusting so he could rest his hand upon her bare knee. He admired the way the music called to her, noting the little bopping of her head to every beat. He was about to suggest they wander to the dance floor--though he doesn't really dance, just likes it when Daisy presses against him and sways her hips to the music--but from the corner of his eye, he could see their waitress. An eager smile wandered over his reddened lips at the sound of one, two, three, four drinks being set onto the glass. In moments that faded, the woman explaining, "The man sitting at the corner over there bought this for you." Sure, it was to be expected; Daisy was practically painted by Van Gogh, inexplicably entrancing. Still, it made the raven haired introvert shift in his seat, a thin line appearing on his mouth. "Well, there you go, now we don't have to share." With his free hand, he swiped the first drink, preoccupying himself.

#02

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Daisy’s lips quirked up in a brighter smile, free hand wrapping a strand of blonde around her pointer finger, curling it up and letting it go as she browsed the drink menu, frothy cocktails and fruit-garnished mixed drinks as far as the eye could see. Double-digit prices for just about everything, save for beers and shots in the back of the booklet. “Well give me a time or place and we’ll Jack and Rose it up, yeah? And I’d like to see that soon, I bet it’s well sick.” There was no doubt that whatever Zander could etch out on the backs of discarded fliers and loose-leaf notebook paper would be a creation even more incredible than the last, and being able to be the first to lay eyes on his doodles was a privilege. She crossed her legs at the ankles and gazed up at him with a pout on her painted lips, tipping her head to rest on his shoulder as her widened eyes watched over his face. “But rum and coke doesn’t have those little fruit shish-kabobs in it, and it’s not pink either.” Daisy let her babyish voice take over, the one she used when she wanted to get her way (also used when talking to puppies and other small animals, as well as babies). It was one of her favorite past times, annoying Zander - it was just so easy to do. Even when he tried to act like he was all well and good with her shenanigans, the irritation was always evident in the way his lower lip would jut out just slightly, and his eyes would narrow. As he acquiesced to her wishes she gave a quiet giggle and shook her head, ultimately only kidding, pushing her luck to see just how far she could get him to go just to please her. “I’m just having a laugh, mate. I’ll just take a vodka and sprite, nothing fancy.” She pressed a kiss to his jawline and smudged off the purple print her lips had made with her thumb, tipping his chin down to press another to his mouth, this time. “You can buy me mozzarella sticks, though, if you must spend lots of money on me.”

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With a slight roll of his eyes and breathy chuckle, he draped an arm across the girl's petite shoulders and brought her into his side once more. Her painted lips molded against his own, but it wasn't enough. In reply to her suggestion of mozzarella sticks, he simply hummed, tangling his fingers into the baby hairs at the nape of her neck to bring their lips colliding together once more. "Yeah? I'll get you cheese sticks if you let me eat some of them." A skimpily clad waitress strutted over to the couch they were sprawled out on, asking their orders. "Three vodka and sprites, please." Her pen scribbled the order on the notepad quickly before she disappeared. Zander was met with a questioning glance, to which he answered, "Two for me, one for you."

#02

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cause if these walls could talk i still couldn’t get over a goddamn soul and i can’t i can’t hold smoke

#tunes

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“I hope it’s me you’ve been drawing, because you missed me so much, yeah?” Daisy offered with a playful grin, plum-painted lips turning up at the corners as the car halted beside the curb of the club they’d been planning to scope out for the past few days. There had been so much hype surrounding it and after hearing it praised by nearly every member of staff, the blonde and her tall, brooding counterpart had to stop by to see if it was worth all of the promotion that it was getting. She took his hand and clambered out of the car behind Zander, gripping onto his large palm as she found her footing on the pavement, the chunky heels of her boots carrying her to the door and easily through red ropes. It was packed inside to say the least; grinding bodies and short skirts as far as the eye could see as Daisy maintained her grasp on Zander’s hand beyond navigating through the sea of inebriated young adults, settling into a plush seat beside him and leaning into him further to be able to hear him over the pumping bass. The way the strobes bounced off of pale skin drew her eyes to his face, the way his primrose lips formed words drew her eyes downward. “Oh, um, thank you,” her signature dimpled smile made a debut about her face at the nonchalant compliment and she shrugged a shoulder, reaching forward to grab the small drink booklet lying dormant on the ottoman in front of them. “In that case, let me find the most expensive thing they’ve got.”

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He squinted his dark-circled eyes and let his lips twitch into a small smirk at her statement, drumming his fingers on her shoulder. "I do still need you to model for me one of these days. I was actually drawing up a new tattoo design." His facial expression dropped altogether when the blonde mentioned that she would be picking out the most pricey drink offered at the club. The gloomy boy even winced, emphasizing the distaste he experienced at the idea of the bill the bartender would toss at him. "Is it too late to recant my last statement? I'd rather not be piss poor by the end of the night." Deftly the brunette snatched the booklet from her tiny hands, snickering as he held it up in the air, far out of her reach. "I think you'll be good with a regular old rum and coke, not too expensive like those fancy drinks with all the bullshit in them." Zander turned his head then, a devilish glint in his eyes that only ever appeared when the Irish lass was at his side. And it was always like that, the girl always seeming to be attached at his bony hip--or maybe it was the other way around. They were the reckless kids causing the bumps in the middle of the night, hands intertwined while they burnt the city down, and Zander wouldn't have it any other way. As he dropped the booklet back into her lap with a sigh, he muttered, "Just try not to hurt my wallet too much."

#he's being so overdramatic #02

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#bc evan sang this and now it's stuck in my head #tunes

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"Because safety first, Zander," Daisy scolded, letting her head nestle into the crook of his neck. The sound of his laughter filled her ears and the grin about her face only grew; the deep, arid chuckle had always been one of her favorite sounds. Her pale pink lips found a place on his broad jawline to plant a light kiss, inches from a deep red bruise of her doing that had long yet to fade. He was right - he’d never failed to persuade Daisy to do just about anything he wanted, so long as she knew that she was in his care and her safety was priority, which it essentially was with Zander. She allowed her eyes to drift closed, the soft chords ont he radio flowing between her ears. "Where ya been lately? Haven’t seen you around since Halloween, I think."

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Fingers stained with past burns from cigarettes combed through her wavy locks, eyes fluttering closed as he did nothing but listen. The car whirring incessantly, her steady breathing, the way her lips formed her homeland in that accent that made him weak. One eye peaked open, lidded and unfocused as it settled on her face. "Been cooped up, honestly. Doing a lot of drawing and painting and what have you." The car ride seemed to end a lot quicker than Zander expected; maybe it was due to his constant reverie state. When he stepped out onto the sidwalk, he was sure to offer his left hand to the blonde, assisting her in climbing out of the Range Rover with a second palm on her waist. "Easy," he cooed, double checking that she was balanced before releasing her altogether. The dark man stayed in Daisy's shadow as they entered the club, knowing she would be the key to unlocking all of the perks. It was only when they were yet again settled into one another in the VIP section that he resumed himself, whispering in her ear over the electronic music, "Forgot to mention how nice you look tonight." It wasn't his way of hitting on her or trying to flatter her--the intentions behind his words were that of a caring best friend. "And I'm buying tonight."

#02 #p much same #also when he was helping her out of the car he like held her hand with one hand and then placed a hand on her waist with the other #idk if it made sense

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Daisy tapped out the remainder of the text she’d been working on, sending it through the airwaves and slipping her cell phone into her purse just as Zander slipped into the seat beside her, the scent of nicotine and cologne following him in. It had been a while since leisure time could be spent anywhere outside of a tent, a bus, a hotel room and longer since she’d been able to have a night out with her best friend. It brought a soft grin to her face as she met his always-drowsy brown eyes, reaching across him to grab his seat belt and buckle him in. “Not tonight. I let you talk me into that last time; just alcohol tonight.” The nagging voice of her manager rang in her ears as she relaxed into Zander’s side, tonight’s chauffeur pulling away from the hotel and toward the city. She’d had strict orders not to drink this week with a marathon of shows to play, but cheap vodka had been calling her name for days. “M’not even supposed to have a drink, and here you are getting me agreeing to get plastered. Stop that.”

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The man squirmed a bit when she buckled him in, a pout instantly pullng on the corners of his lips. He grumbled, "Why do you do that?" but dared not try to unbuckle it. Daisy would only scold him and repeat her actions--he wasn't getting out of this one. "I'm just really persuasive, I suppose. Except when it comes to seatbelts." His soft chuckles filled the quiet air of the luxury SUV, slender fingers instinctively tucking one of her long curls behind her ear. His arm found its way around her shoulder, bringing her in even closer as his head fell back against the seat and he listened to the soft, almost inaudible sounds of Ed Sheeran pouring from the car speakers. "Your manager should know better than to keep you from alcohol anyways, especially since I'm always around." Dulled eyes drifted to the scene of the city blurring by the window then, Zander's hand smoothing up and down the blonde's upper arm. Thoughts were vacant from his cloudy mind, the boy simply indulging in her sweet accent and gentle touches.

#why dont you talk to matty about it #02

The raven-haired youth slammed the door shut, scooching into the vehicle next to his best friend and carelessly "forgetting" to buckle himself in. He never was a fan of seatbelts. His arm slung across the back of the black leather, eyes now attentive to hers as she settled into the spot beside him. "Glad we can actually go out and do something for once instead of being cooped up in the bus all day," he scoffed, using his free hand to tousle the over-grown black waves dangling from his scalp. "And there's alcohol involved, which is always a plus." His lips cracked into a small, crooked smirk, the elder searching Daisy's bright face. "Even brought a joint, if you'd like.."

#what to tag this as #02 #?

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The security are already onto you for the mysterious missing food from the snack table and the ominous bulk in your pockets when you visit me backstage. Do you really want them to be watching you even closer when I tell them you stole my beautiful bracelets?