#withyourbeatingheart

[star55]

withyourbeatingheart replied to your post: I think it’s time I came out. I’m now a One...

it’s all my fault & i take full responsibility. <3

*kisses all over your face* Dirty converter. ;D

[star55]

I think it's time I came out.

I'm now a One Direction fan.

It was inevitable, of course, considering my past...

I was a bubblegum pop princess from the ripe old age of 10. 17 years later, nothing has changed in that regard.

[drosophilase]

YOU LIKE ONE DIRECTION BEE JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I COULDN'T LOVE YOU MORE YOU'RE AMAZING <333333333333

I have some very dear friends that love one direction very much and I think they're rubbing off on me...

[wordsareleftbehind]

Written for Pritts' askbox earlier today, in reaction to Chris and Darren's synchro-tweeting and what happened when they both got home from Europe.

"Did you get me something?"

"Oh god, how aren't you tired?" Chris groans when he falls down on the bed, suitcase left in the middle of the room.

Darren literally bounces around the room, his own clothes strewn around the place where he'd left them the night before when he hastily unpacked between the flight and his performance.

"Did you, though?" he tries to sneak over to Chris' suitcase to snoop.

"But you went to Leavesden, you were in the store…"

Chris grins when Darren's lips turn into a pout that he can't help but find adorable, as little effect as it has by now. He's been subjected to the pleading and sulky looks enough to not fall for them anymore, he just finds them amusing, which frustrates Darren to no end.

"Would I come back with nothing from there?" Chris lifts an eyebrow at Darren.

"I don't know, maybe?"

"Have we met?"

"Oh I don't know," Darren moves closer to the bed and crawls on top of Chris, lips brushing against his pale cheek, "I'm not quite sure I remember who you are anymore."

"Ouch," Chris throws Darren an unimpressed glare.

"It's been too long," Darren sighs and brushes his lips against Chris', "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Chris mumbles before he pulls Darren down into a kiss.

It's slow, cautious, like they're re-learning each other even though they'd spent similar amounts of time away from each other the summer before. But it's not any easier now, especially when both of them know Darren will be off on tour again soon and Chris will have commitments because of his book release not long after.

"So, what did you get me?" Darren pulls away eventually, eyes wide open and almost sparkling with amusement.

"You're incorrigible," Chris chuckles, "You'll have to get off me so I can show you."

"Get you off?" Darren smirks and Chris bats at his arm unconvincingly.

"You can, but then I'm not opening that suitcase."

"You're no fun."

"It's really your decision now," Chris shrugs, "I'm good with either."

"Of course you are," Darren sighs in resignation, "Fiiiine, I'm moving."

Chris slides off the bed, manages to get to his suitcase and drag it over to the bed without accident. Darren's watching him, he knows that just as well as he feels the vibrations of the bed as Darren can't help but fidget with excitement.

"I thought you were fine with the photos," Chris shoots over his shoulder, "It's probably a good thing you weren't there, I think they only allow kids of a certain age."

"Lies," Darren pouts again, "I checked."

"Of course you did," Chris laughs and digs underneath a layer of clothes he used to protect his purchases.

"You got a new wand?" Darren reaches for the box that Chris has dropped by his side.

"I wanted photos taken with one and I'd left mine at home."

"Whose did you get?"

"McGonagall, of course," Chris responds with a 'did you just ask that?' tone, "What other option was there?"

"Hermione? Harry?"

"Nah, I wouldn't get the one that's rightfully yours," Chris chuckles at Darren's nod, "Same way I wouldn't claim to be a Gryffindor."

"Is that a Ravenclaw tie?" Darren blinks and reaches as Chris hands it to him.

"Yup, I figured that suits me best."

"Let me see," Darren's voice drops a little lower than usual and he reaches for Chris' wrist, wrapping the tie around it, "Yep, looks good on you."

Their eyes meet and Chris can see the way Darren's have darkened a little and feels how his breathing has sped up.

"Isn't it a sacrilege or something to use the house colors this way?" Chris asks quietly.

"Are you going to stop me?" Darren replies, already reaching for Chris' other arm, one thumb still caressing the fabric of the tie, "Or are we going to see just how well you look in your house colors and nothing else?"

The suitcase with all other souvenirs is immediately forgotten by the bedside as Chris offers up his wrist and leans in for another kiss.

[drosophilase]

I HIT THE TWEET LIMIT WHAT THE FUCK

[star55]

Just letting anyone that has my phone number, or plays games with me, or I What's App or Kik with know that I don't have a phone right now.

My screen has decided to not work on my phone, for unknown reasons, so I don't have access to literally anything on there. Not that it matters, the girl from Apple had me restore my phone back to factory settings anyway to see if that would 'fix' the problem. Spoiler alert: It didn't.

So if anyone messages me on there or anything, I am not ignoring you, I just literally do not have a phone right now.

As if this week wasn't bad enough already. >:(

Tagging people I remember that have my number.