#adoredlips

[felixculpxx]

“You don’t have to go, do you?” Callum asked gently as he watched her sit up in bed. It was almost part of the routine that Cal would always beg for as many extra seconds from her as possible. “We could have our own breakfast here. I can make waffles. Just stay here with me please.” He sat up and moved over to her, cuddling into her back. Callum pressed a couple of light kisses to her shoulder. | @adoredlips​ 

[weighdowns]

DUMB ( beautiful && brilliant ) FACE

send me “DUMB FACE” if you want to ship with me

please i would love nothing more…. let’s do all the things    !

[lustafters-a]

dumb ( you’re not dumb smh ) face

SEND ME “DUMB FACE” IF YOU WANT TO SHIP WITH ME

come plot with me !!  we can have a ton of ships together !!

[cheatcodcs]

DUMB ( AMAZING TALENTED ) FACE

PRECIOUSSS WTF I’LL GIVE YOU ANY AND ALL THE SHIPS YOUR HEART DESIRES

SEND ME “DUMB FACE” IF YOU WANT TO SHIP WITH ME

[svnsctmuses]

based! 

Bianca hated having to attend these parties. She knew she had to be the perfect daughter and do so, but, fuck... she found every excuse to go sneak off and down a shot, even if that meant making her own, or even taking a bottle of something and finding a quiet area to down it before anyone knew she was missing. Thankfully, she always had someone to go to when their families happened to merge their parties. As she spotted them, Bianca quietly moved up behind them, whispering in their ear. “Is it me, or do these parties just keep getting worse?” @adoredlips

[venusljghts]

✧･ﾟ— &. / closed starter w @adoredlips ft. 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒 based on this! 

celeste had grown up in the high life, her parents always making sure that she had everything she could ever need and w a n t . she had no morals or concept of money, and was used to get everything that she wanted. well... except for one thing, but she could never admit to her parents what that one thing was. she sighed and finished applying her makeup before leaving her hotel room to go down to the banquet room. competing families around were having a huge annual meeting, and of course celeste was running late. she hurried into the room and stayed towards the back, not wanting to disturb the speaker.

[lustafters-a]

based on: hi when i saw you at that bachelor/bachelorettes party i didn’t realize it was thrown for you or maybe i did and we slept together and oh shit you’re getting married in literally two days

he was already aware that his friends would be taking him to a strip club. the whole evening had been filled with the cliches that a bachelor party entailed. not that joey was complaining...quite the contrary, in fact. truthfully, he’d caught himself being terrified by the notion of getting married recently. despite being so sure it was what he wanted when he’d actually proposed to her, now...that fact wasn’t so clear. he just wanted to spend a night letting his hair down, getting drunk with good friends and forgetting his woes, and ogling pretty girls in the process was certainly a bonus in his eyes. what he hadn’t anticipated was them paying extra for him to have a private show. his eyes sparkle as they meet with an unfamiliar, but breathtaking form. “...hi,” he murmurs with a smirk resting on his lips, a brow raising as he waits for whatever is going to happen next. // @adoredlips 

[prestxnn]

🎸   Based: xx

             Preston had just finished the last set of his MSG concert, throwing up his signature thumbs up after his last song, walking off the stage and making his way to the back room where he had his other guitars, his friend and his manager following behind and leaning against the door frame. “That was, something.” Preston rolled his eyes and shook his head. There have been some things he was going through that his fans put too high up on a pedestal to see. Constantly being on stage, the loud noises and fans screaming had taken a toll on his hearing. The pressures of being the best, keeping up consistency, and putting on a great fucking show have driven him to drink, and of course, because of the alcohol, his performance power has suffered a little bit. he wasn’t as passionate about putting on a show for people as he once was. still passionate about music, of course, it was his life, but performing? That was a whole other animal. 

“I need a fucking drink.” Preston groaned, walking past his manager just to get a deep sigh and a “Yeah when don’t you?” Sticking up his middle finger, he let his best friend Ivan know that he was leaving and trailed along with Preston into the car. “Where to?” His driver asked, Preston, sighed and leaned back. “The nearest bar,” Ivan interjected and suggested a drag bar, convincing Preston that’d be the kind of fun he needed. Preston was in no position to protest, and it was a bar. Who cared? When they got there, Ivan gave the bouncers a clap, letting Preston know that Ivan knew the people there. Hopefully, they knew not to approach Preston. Not that he didn’t like interacting with his fans, or people in general, but he just wasn’t in the mood. That was until he not only saw her but heard her. 

Preston was enchanted by her voice, the french song she chose to grace everyone with and God, the way she looked. He had to get to know her. Ivan let him know her name and by the time she finished performing, he realized that he hadn’t even taken a sip of the drink he so desperately asked for after his final song. Completely enamored by her at first sight. After her performance, Preston made his way backstage to talk to her, introduce himself. Fully intending to hang out with her tonight, if it was the last thing he did. “You did great out there... I’m Preston.” He held his whiskey in his hand, taking a second before he took a sip and invited himself to sit down. Wanting to get to know her better, if she’d let him. @adoredlips