#wckedhook

[faircharm]

                    “ oh yeah ? don't THREATEN me with a good time.  ”

wckedhook LYRIC STARTER ( don’t threaten me with a good time by panic ! )

[wendybvrd-blog]

‘ you can try all you want. ’

(   ↬   I DON’T GIVE A FUCK |    @wckedhook  !  )

❝   GIVE  IT  BACK ,  YOU  SLAG !  ❞      she  protested ,  glowering  at  the  hands  that  held  her  scope  above  his  head.     ❝   YOU’LL  DROP  IT !  ❞     wendy  insisted ,  reaching  for  the  delicate  item  feebly.  he  had  a  height  advantage  she  wasn’t  used  to ,  which  meant  the  monocular  didn’t  even  graze  her  fingertips.     ❝   HARRY !   ❞

[winterskim]

x / x

[winterskim]

im CHOKING i love hevie rpers this is honestly the Best Night

[bornefaira]

“please… just kiss me…”

                    how many times can she tell herself she won’t get so close ? because now there is no excuse of alcohol on her tongue to make poor decisions for her. this game of how far ! how far ! how far ! has gotten them here, gone TOO FAR. ( with her legs straddling his hips and his chest against hers and their lips already close enough that each breath released is breath shared. ) it’s just the dawn on his back. it’s just the weariness weighing at her shadowed lids. IT’S JUST him being so close and her being so weak she can’t pull away. 

                    this is not a boy to lose her head over. this is not a boy to lose what figment of her heart that her mother left her over. but there’s something about the entreaty past his lips and the hour of night turning day that makes her soft. how does she ask a boy with a soul like the changing tides to stay. how does she let herself fall so far. ( do you want to hurt? do you want to make him hurt you? do you call it penance for all the times you ground love beneath your heel? ) so she doesn’t let herself. “ harry, we aren’t the kind of people who say please. ”

                    and even with those stupid FAKE words exhaled she still cradles his jaw in her hands, brushes a thumb against his skin so lightly as if to assure he’s real. with twilight as their backdrop she lowers crimson lips to his, slow as to the point of reverent. and with the rising sun behind them she graces his request, kisses him, presses her mouth to his far too tenderly for what they are.

@wckedhook  intimacy meme  /  accepting  !

[soughtdepths-blog]

wckedhook replied to your post: ON LANGUAGE                     gil doesn’t speak...

are you trying to murder me ? havent i been through enough already ??

AFTER EVERYTHING YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH YOU’RE LUCKY THIS IS THE WORST I DO 

[bornefae]

@wckedhook 💜’d!

      At the sight of the pirate --- (not a pirate anymore, Mal, not here, just like you’re not a villain anymore) --- Mal’s gait only falters for half a step before she adjusts, switching tracks instantly from the demeanor she needs to get by in Auradon to the attitude she’d needed to survive on the Isle. She slows, walking a little taller, expression hardening into something more impassive as she eyes him.

            “Harry.” She says it curtly and with a detached nod, and even here, that’s probably the most polite greeting he’s going to get from her.

      Is it her imagination that he looks like he’s been waiting here? Her head tilts and her eyes narrow slightly as she studies him for a moment or two, before she inevitably decides, fuck it. If he was waiting to catch her, it’s certainly not as though she’s changed so much that she feels any sort of need to shy away from confrontation. “Did you want something?”