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shockinglyangel · 9 months ago

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THE SLYTHERIN BOYS REACT TO YOU SINGINV BREAKUP SONGS (MODERN ERA)

NOT PROOFREAD

DRACO

You walked in Draco's dorm screaming the muggle song "before he cheats."

Draco looked at you with a puzzled expression, his eyebrows furrowed as you made your way over to him.

"Carved my name into his leather seats!" you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him to sit up from his laying down position on his bed.

"What did i do now?" He sighed, placing a hand on your hand which was on his shoulder and bringing it to his lips, leaving a light kiss.

You pulled your hand away from his touch and threw your arms into the air. "slashed a hole in all four tires!" You sang loudly.

Draco laying back down with his book in hand and trying his best to ignore you.

"Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats." You bobbed your head to the song playing in your headphones.

Draco shook his head with a small smile, "wasn't me, probably one of your other boyfriends."

THEO

You were dancing around your dorm while cleaning it and listening to your favourite playlist.

"Please don't be in love with someone else." You sang loudly while spinning a shirt above your head and skipping around your room happily.

Theo stood in the open doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a large smirk painting his face. "Nice singing, love."

You looked at him with a large smile on your face and put the shirt back down, blowing a loss strand of hair out of your face while continuing dancing to the music. "Please. Don't. Be. In. Love. With. Someone. Else!" You sang louder than before, a Theo smiling at the way you shook your head to the song.

Making your way over to him, you grabbed his hands and pulled him into the center of the room, the two of you laughing as you spun him around a couple of times.

"I dont think i could ever love someone else." He placed a kiss on your cheek.

BLAISE

You laid in bed beside your boyfriend, the two of you paying attention and listening to the songs that were playing while talking about everything and anything you had on your mind.

You bopped your head to the sound of the music and hummed along to it begire singing. "Nevermind i'll find someone like you," you whispered with a small laugh while looking into Blaise's eyes, his arm resting under your head while your legs intertwined.

Blaise's mouth fell agape. "Is this your way of breaking up with me?"

He chuckled to himself as you closed your eyes and sang the next line. "Wow, I see how it is." He pulled his arm from under your head and rolled over on his back with his arms folded, struggling to hold in his laugh.

You giggled and threw yourself on top of him. "Adele is top tier."

Blaise wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes locking into yours. "Stop singing it like you're single," he placed a kiss on your lips. "You'll never have a reason to sing these for as long as I live."

"Are you saying that you're going to leave me in the afterlife?"

MATTHEO

You sat at your desk listening to songs while finishing up some homework, you were singing along to the songs that came on, "if the world was ending you'd come over right?" You vocalised the words while scribbling something on the parchment before you.

Mattheo made his way into the dorm with a bag of food in hand, something you had ordered him to go grab for your late night study session.

He stopped in his tracks after closing the door with his foot, listening to the song that was playing.

He placed the food on his bed and rolled his eyes, grabbing the phone that was emitting the music and quickly skipped the song, putting on of his favourites on.

"Mattheo!" you whined, moving to look at him. "I was listening to that."

He scoffed and passed you some food from one of the bags. "You only listen to that if we somehow breakup or I die."

LORENZO

Lorenzo was perched at his desk drawing something into his sketchbook while you sat on his bed, your headphones blasting music into your ears.

You hummed along to one song, your eyes focused on the shirt you were crocheting for pansy's birthday present. "This is the potential break up song," you sang along happily to the lyrics, your body unintentionally shuffling along to it. "just admit that you're wrong."

Lorenzo lifted his head to look at you with a slight smile. "Stop listening to breakup songs."

You brought your hand up to your ear and removed one of the headphones, pushing it to the side of your head so you could hear him. "Potential breakup song." You corrected, a mischievous smile on your face.

He rolled his eyes and got back to his work, only looking at you once more. "Is this the song you'll listen to if we break up?"

You nodded, "I have a playlist of these Berkshire." You threatened.

Lorenzo laughed, "you won't be needing those, might as well delete them."

TOM

You laid splayed our on Tom's bed, your body imitating a starfish while you sang along to the song playing (more like screamed)

"NO, NO TE PREOCUPES POR MÍ!!!" You closed your eyes, not paying attention to your boyfriend entering the room. "AQUÍ TODO SIGUE IGUAL COMO CUANDO ESTABAS TÚ!!!"

Tom charge his way over to the bed, a look of disgust on his face, he only new a minuscule amount of Spanish and had no idea what you were saying."

"What are you doing?" He asked rudely, you opening your eyes to see an upside down tom in your vision.

You gave him a smile, "singing." You replied with an obvious tone.

Tom's face scrunched into one of distaste as he turned the song off.

You gasped and reached back over to turn it on again, he went to say something but you lifted your hand to silence him. "Just let me finish this one."

He huffed in annoyance but let you continue.

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys react #theodore nott #tom riddle #slytherin #slytherin boys

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rinsuniverse · 1 year ago

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Hiiii I keep reading your work like everyday, I just love it and hope you’re doing well!! I absolutely live for a flushed woozi, could you do a thing on what you think would make him flustered???

Thanks a million for making my day better just with your little posts, you deserve all the praise! ❤️

how you make woozi flustered! ✧˖°.

lots of things make our brilliant producer, woozi, flustered!

but here are some things his s/o will do that'll make him blush uncontrollably

when you're at the gym with him and you spot him

as he does a weight that's typically heavier than his usual, you say things like

"you got this! just breathe through this set!"

and "come on, just do one more rep for me"

he's already flushed, his ears a bright red

but it isn't until you say something along the lines of "you looked really good doing that rep. like hot." while you're taking a water break with him

that he spits out his water and is hiding his face in his hands

if you compliment him in public, he can't help but feel flustered

the best way to make him flustered is to do physical contact

like literally any physical contact

if you're at his studio

and you walk over to his desk and peer over his shoulder to see his work

and you smile and pat his head because

BECAUSE HES SO CUTE STFU

he's gonna stop everything and turn to you as you walk away nonchalantly like

"what the-" "what was that for-" "pff what the heck-"

and his cheeks are turning a bright shade of pink

if you're out in public with seventeen and they all want to separate into pairs to do groceries

you might grab jihoon's hand and put your hands in the air saying "i'll go with woozi!"

and jihoon is staring between your interlocked fingers and your happy face

and he can't help his ears turning red

he's trying to play it cool, but the fact that all of his members are looking at the two of you holding hands has him so flustered

poor baby's ears and cheeks are burning

endless praise will make our rice bowl super flustered, too

one time when you were personally invited to seventeen's concert by him

and you're sitting in the front row

you have your carat bong and you're bopping your head to the music

when woozi is in the center of the stage singing his lines

you scream "WOOHOO!! YOU'RE SO HANDSOME, WOOZI!!"

and he literally has to fight all of his might to not break character

you're sitting there laughing at yourself because you see him trying to hide his smile

or maybe he's hiding his cringe?

but it's still hilarious

as he's performing the rest of the song, his whole face is red, istg

but when the members ask, he brushes it off as the spotlights were too hot while he is dancing

when you quietly sneak backstage to see him

the blush returns to his face and he can't even face you for a few minutes

"wow, that was so cool," you say, nudging him. "i can't believe you're mine."

HE-

he's clenching his heart. kicking his feet. punching the air.

just kidding, he's sitting there with a stale face, making sure you can't tell how embarrassed he is right now

but you notice

because his ears are bright red

he's literally yours, though

so yeah! thank you so much for requesting, and i'm so sorry it took so long! i forgot i started working on this and put it in my drafts tbh. but here you go! feel free to request many, many more things! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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fearhims3lf · 11 months ago

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TIMING: A few weeks ago

PARTIES: @vanishingreyes @fearhims3lf

SUMMARY: Mateo invites Xóchitl over for some homemade pozole, and the two discover some scary truths.

WARNINGS: None

The stew simmered quietly, the meat sizzling in the neighboring pan as Mateo hummed to the music playing from his speakers. Angel, just a few feet away, lay in her bed, sleeping soundly. Wicked’s Rest had never felt more like home, but the ache and longing for Temple was still persistent. He took a deep breath and exhaled, moving on as quickly as he could to focus on making the red sauce for the stew.

He threw everything in, letting it all mix together with a press of a button to bring the blender to life. A knock at the door took Mateo’s attention for a moment, and he quickly called for his new pet. “Angel, c’mere.” Her tendrils writhed, moving toward him with care. Mateo smiled adoringly, taking a few extra moments with Angel before sending her to her room. He couldn’t exactly let Xóchitl see her, could he? Or anyone, really. Next best thing was giving her her own room so she could sleep soundly with plenty of enrichment to keep her busy.

“Okay…” He trailed off, wiping his hands on his apron before walking to the door and opening it with a grin. “About time you showed up.” A tease, really. Xóchitl was actually on time, but Mateo could never help himself when it came to things like that. “Pozole isn’t done yet, but you can make yourself at home. You know the drill.” Walking away to the stove, Mateo trusted Xóchitl to close the door and get settled in while he finished dinner. It’d become a sort of routine for them, one that made him question a few things, but he wasn’t the type to linger.

She just wanted to go and get food, and so what if maybe she felt a little safer around Mateo? There wasn’t anything worth analyzing in that, other than the fact that he was fantastic to sleep with, and they’d developed something sort of routine, even, and Xóchitl certainly didn’t need that, but she also wasn’t complaining. Having someone else make her food, especially food that made her think of home, wasn’t bad in any way, shape, or form.

“Well, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I’ll make it up to you later.” She wrapped her fingers around his shirt, pulling him close before giving him a small bop on the nose, before dropping her hand from his shirt. “I’ve got my shoes off, and I feel plenty comfortable. I could use a drink, though.” Xóchitl hummed, a smirk (that she probably hoped was alluring) crossing over her lips.

She nodded. “I’m already in something cute,” Xóchitl pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth. “How much longer until it’s ready, do you think? I can be patient, though, it’s well worth it, that much I know.”

“Yeah, you better be sorry, ma. But you’re right. You are already in something cute.” Mateo smirked, confident and playful, enjoying the tease Xóchitl had in return. It was enough to keep himself from recoiling at the intimacy of it all. Hiding behind stolen glances and good old fashioned bullying always made it easier to believe he wasn’t feeling a bit more than just friendship.

“I’ll get started on that drink. The usual, right?” The mare began a dance he knew well, moving to his bar and pouring everything he needed to make Xóchitl her favorite drink. “We got about another twenty…thirty minutes or so. Plenty of time to just…” Trailing off with a semi-awkward smirk, Mateo looked toward the couch and then back to his bar, pouring himself a whiskey to sip on. “Whatever you want, really.”

“I’d say you’d need to get your eyesight checked if you didn’t already think I was in something cute. Which goes for pretty much whatever I wear…” So maybe she was being a bit too cocky about all of this, but it was easy to relax around Mateo, and Xóchitl wasn’t going to focus too much on that, or whatever that might have implied.

“The usual sounds perfect,” she cooed, just slightly, following his gaze to the couch. “I mean, I do like lying down on the couch…” Xóchitl bit her lip. “But we could do anything you’d like. You are the host, after all, I’m happy to go with the flow.” Which she was, usually, but perhaps, on some level, even more with him, and people like him, because she felt comfortable. “You know if you let me have my way at least some of that time will be spent with my lips on yours.” Flirting was easy and comfortable.

“Whatever.” Mateo rolled his eyes in jest, taking his drink and plopping himself on the sofa with a smile that faded slowly. By the time Xóchitl placed herself in her usual spot, the mare rotated the glass of whiskey in his hands, pondering. There was plenty of time to have a little fun, but for some reason, for the first time in what seemed like…ever, Mateo didn’t feel like moving to his home’s favorite spots. The bedroom, or the couch, or as Xóchitl had said it before, the walls. He, oddly, wanted to talk, but his voice wouldn’t comply. Instead, he sat there quietly, idly rotating his glass for a minute or two before snapping himself back into focus.

“Sorry, ma.” He cleared his throat and grabbed the remote to flip on the television to keep himself from fully reacting to what Xóchitl had said. It automatically turned to a music channel that was pre-programmed. Much to his relief, the music was something lively and a bit distracting. Though it wasn’t enough to keep Mateo from awkwardly tensing up when he looked back at Xóchitl. She was his friend, and they’d already agreed that developing a crush wasn’t an option. Hooking up only. And the occasional night over with some cooked meals, too. But none of that meant anything to Xóchitl like it did to Mateo, did it? He didn’t think it was possible. It wasn’t. Not for a guy like him. Not when he hadn’t even told her exactly who he was. She only knew a certain version of Mateo. It was him, truly him, but if she knew the rest, would she stay? Not even as a girlfriend, but as a friend at all? He didn’t think so. But that didn’t really stop him from blurting out something stupid, with his voice bordering on soft.

“I like it when your lips are on mine.”

“I – what?” Xóchitl shook her head, jumping just slightly when he turned on the television and some sort of music came on. It was a welcome distraction from where her thoughts kept wandering, kept her from having to rein them quite as frequently. Because maybe she had said something a step too far, being softer rather than the more usual forwardness. Talking about just lips was romantic, she figured, at least to an extent, and that wasn’t what they were. So the music was great, and she let her thoughts be partially carried off and away.

Except then he was responding, and the music was no longer any sort of a good distraction. “We seem to be in agreement on that.”

She wasn’t even entirely sure what she was doing, but soon enough she found herself sitting on his lap, straddling him, but in a sort of gentle, soft, and wholly-unlike-the-two-of-them way. “This okay?” Xóchitl asked, suddenly shy, suddenly brushing her nose against his, her lips against his. Soft, in trepidation, at first, before more fully, yet still not with the usual urgency that came along with their meetings.

“Do we have to eat?” She pouted, wide-eyed. “I think I like where I’m sitting right now.” She also liked how soft his gaze was, how he smiled secretly as a new song came on. A smile that wasn’t for show or anything other than appreciation of the music. “But I also like everything you make, so I can be persuaded. Probably.”

“Yeah.” He whispered, “It’s okay. I like it.” I like you. Was what he wanted to say, but he thought better of it knowing his place. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Xóchitl to find herself on top. She was there so often because that was one of Mateo’s favorite views. But when he looked up like he had done many times before, her eyes were different, and so were his. Then, when she became playful and entirely way too soft for what they were supposed to be, Mateo smiled with a bit of apprehension, unsure whether he should continue to let himself live in the dream. After all, he was, and always would be, a nightmare.

“This is different.” Mateo muttered, ripping off the bandaid and forcing himself awake. “Um…I, uh…” A bewildered sigh escaped him, and it was all he could do to not back out of what needed to be done. “It’s been feeling different—to me. I don’t know. I’m fucking this all up, but if I don’t say nothing, it’s all gonna go to shit even worse so…” With his eyes tightened shut, Mateo leaned his head back onto the headrest of the couch and groaned. He didn’t know how to word it all, or whether or not he should just be blunt. It was the much simpler route, but it was faster, too. Which meant he thought he was on the brink of seeing Xóchitl walk out the door.

“Sorry.”

“Glad you like it.” She looked down at him, her smile once again far more gentle than the usual sort of look that she gave him. His look almost seemed to match hers, though, which was as equally terrifying as it was charming. Xóchitl enjoyed the feeling that this particular position gave her, and as much as she loved ( – or rather enjoyed – loved seemed too strong of a word) looking up at Mateo, there was a certain feeling of satisfaction that came with sitting in a position of power.

And he had said that he liked women in positions of power, hadn’t he?

“It’s –” her words caught in her throat. “You’re – I – it’s. Yeah.” Xóchitl wasn’t sure what to say, or if Mateo even wanted her to respond, so instead she ran her hands up and under his shirt, pressed her lips against his. “Let me take care of you, alright?” Except that he was apologizing, and she pulled away, pulled up the shoulder of her top, and looked at him in intense confusion. “Why are you sorry?” She did her best to have it not sound overly harsh, or even slightly judgemental, but she wasn’t sure how well she did in succeeding at that. “Do you want me to stop?” Her lips remained centimeters away from his, and she could smell him so easily, and it was such a comforting smell that she nearly winced.

“You don’t have to take care of me.” He shook his head, getting a little distracted by the hands trailing over his skin, and the pressure on his lap. How was he supposed to think in those conditions? Mateo swallowed a groan down and looked to the ceiling to avoid Xóchitl’s gaze a little longer. There was no turning back anymore. He’d begun opening the can of worms, and they were creeping out before the lid was even fully removed.

“It’s not that, Xó. It’s not…” Mateo absentmindedly traced patterns on Xóchitl’s skin, no real rhyme or reason to the movements. He just liked her warmth and wanted to soak up as much of it as he could before he ruined it all. Because villains didn’t get the girl, did they? Murderers weren’t meant to love without horrible consequences, and Xóchitl didn’t deserve that. Pain was inevitable, a crucial part of life, but Mateo didn’t want to be the cause. He much rather bring out her smile and laughter. That’s what he was after, all that time. He was going to miss seeing it. There was no point in beating around the bush anymore.

“I fucked up.” His entire body tensed, and he rubbed at this scalp a few times as he forced himself to keep going. “I, um…you’re not…” Come on, Mateo, just say it. “I know we weren’t supposed to do more than fuck, but I, uh, yeah. I fucked up.” That was clear, right?

“But I like taking care of people.” She didn’t like that her voice had turned whiny, but she also found herself wholly unable to do just about anything other than whine. His whole body was cold – it always was – but she didn’t mind. She’d never minded – or asked about it, but it wasn’t like his being cold (physically, at least) had any significant effect on their arrangement.

Except then he was looking away from her and saying other things and those made Xóchitl only want to focus on the physical, because none of what he was saying made any sort of sense given what they were. What they’d explicitly agreed to. Besides, she’d seen how people looked at him in public, and though she was not even the slightest bit in doubt about her good looks (not to the point of self-centeredness, but just a healthy appreciation of reality), but the way people looked at Mateo had a certain sort of hunger to it, and she didn’t want to think that she’d switch him off of wanting to flirt with everyone.

Unless he was like her – though she still didn’t know this for certain, either – and could become infatuated with more than one person at once. It gave Xóchitl a headache, having suddenly gone from actively avoiding friends (to still end up with a few) to having multiple people she cared about, and people who’d gone past just –

Fucking. Yes, that was what they’d agreed to. It was an abrasive word in some ways, but fit. Energetic, thrilling, but then over. Except then she’d started staying over, and she liked his bed, and Xóchitl liked being in a bed with someone else, and … she needed to focus on what he was saying, though her hands hadn’t been able to stop themselves from running along his chest. “How – what – I’m a ditz right now, Mateo, I’m – you’re going to have to clarify, so I don’t run off with some assumption. Some assumption I might think, but it’s –” she pulled her own shirt over her head, and then sat there, frowning for a moment. “I - instinct.” Was all she said.

How much clearer could he get? Albeit, the statement was maybe, purposely, accidentally vague. After all, what was the concept of thinking anyway? “Ma…” He trailed off. Thinking was difficult, near impossible, when pretty, warm hands were dragging across his chest. And it was only going to get worse with Xóchitl sitting there with no shirt on and a pout on her face. Mateo was beginning to lose his nerve. If he had one at all in the first place.

“You ain’t a ditz. I’m just…not being as clear as I should be. I’ve never done this before and-and we agreed, ya know? We agreed to not…do this.” He covered his face with his hands and groaned, leaving a few moments of silence between the pair. When he finally broke it, Mateo returned his gaze to meet Xóchitl’s. He was memorizing her, scanning every feature he could to commit her to memory. Her presence had been a comfort on more than one occasion, and fun in every single one. Sometimes he’d watch her sleep when she talked during a dream, never daring to feed on them. In fact, when she stirred, many times, Mateo would lull her back to slumber with a careful touch. She always rose in the morning looking fully rested, much to his relief. He was going to miss that.

Finding his nerve, Mateo swallowed thickly with his eyes shut. With a final deep breath, his brown eyes met hers, soft and anxious, and he leaned forward to give Xóchitl what he thought was a final kiss. It was thoughtful and slow, a tenderness Mateo thought impossible to produce. Pulling back, the mare sighed. “I caught those damn feelings. For you.” He confessed, adjusting his seat uncomfortably as the truth hung in the air. As he waited for Xóchitl to walk away from his mistake. “I like you. I’m sorry.”

Her distraction seemed to be doing its job, but then Mateo wasn’t even totally focusing on her and Xóchitl hated that she cared about that beyond her usual craving for attention (so maybe her parents dressing her up as Tinkerbell when she was three made some kind of sense), how she didn’t want him to look at her with anything but desire, but desire laced with care, and she couldn’t focus on that right now. Focusing on his body and how much she wanted to kiss it was much easier.

“We agreed.” Xóchitl echoed his words. His gaze on hers felt almost more intimate than them being completely naked in bed had been. Which was strange, because she would’ve expected that sex would have been the most vulnerable a person could have been – yet in the same train of thought, she had to acknowledge that sex wasn’t too vulnerable for her, because it was somewhere where she felt comfortable and incredibly at ease. This? Not so much. She slept easier around Mateo, and she couldn’t totally explain why. She liked waking up to his breakfasts, enjoyed talking with him until she drifted off to sleep, impressed by how he never seemed to get tired before she did.

“You don’t – don’t say sorry.” She kissed him back, blinking rapidly, trying to process what he’d said. Feelings. Which they weren’t supposed to do, full stop. Getting close meant bad things could happen, and she was already close enough just by staying over as often as she did. “Feelings are natural – it’s – it’s stupid to make rules like that, right? Lo siento, Mateo – I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Xóchitl steadied her breath, wondered if she should move, but instead brought her hand to his jaw, kissed him again. “I like you too. A lot. I feel safe with you, and you’re one of the first people I think of when I want to share something good that happened – I – but I’m not – I’ve never done relationships. It’s not – I don’t know if I’m girlfriend material.”

Mateo raised his brows slowly with surprise, an unsteady feeling circling his stomach and twisting it. He kept people at a distance, molded an image that held his most genuine traits while withholding the messier side of himself. Killing people as an undead creature of nightmares wasn’t something just anyone could accept. It was just easier to keep those things hidden, especially when there were hunters out there trying to kill people like the mare. But Xóchitl was no hunter, and whether Mateo wanted to admit it or not, she had become important to him. So few people could make him consider such a leap, but she was definitely one of them. He knew better than anyone that the truth couldn’t stay hidden forever. If Xóchitl liked Mateo back too, then there was only a matter of time before she discovered every part of him.

That idea terrified him, but the possibility of never getting a chance at all scared him more. He didn’t know how that made him feel, and it didn’t really matter. Not anymore. Xóchitl had confirmed the impossible, and Mateo let himself take on a softer disposition. Like he always did around her. She just rarely had a chance to see it because he was always helping her back to sleep. “I’ve never done this shit either, Xó. I mean, you saw how long it took me to just say anything at all.” Mateo paused, looking at Xóchitl softly and taking her hand in comfort. If anyone didn’t have the capability to be any sort of worthy material, it was Mateo. At least, that was his opinion. What came out though, was a reply far more thoughtful and sincere. Maybe a little hopeful, too. “I think…I think we get to decide what that material is.” He shrugged, “Like, I decide what makes the material for my girlfriend, and you decide for your boyfriend. Everything else is just…” With another shrug, he locked eyes with Xóchitl, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand. “Nerves. You know?” Mateo would like to think he did, but truthfully, he was completely lost and acting from the thing in his chest he reserved for his family.

She’d distinctly made an effort to not get too close to anybody. It had already failed with a few, but that had been all friendship-adjacent. This was something entirely different, wholly new, and completely strange. Xóchitl liked the way that he made her feel, even if he didn’t know everything about her. Even if, despite all the complicated feelings that arose whenever she thought about him – or them together – she didn’t know if she wanted him to know everything, because maybe knowing everything would shatter some sort of illusion that he had of her. She did figure that whatever his vision of who she was was better than she actually was. She didn’t want to shatter that view that he might’ve had of her, because maybe (or more than maybe), she liked the fact that he might have thought of her highly.

“Fair enough.” She giggled, “it did take you a while to say that. I thought you were just going to ask me to do something extra strange in the bedroom. Which, still not opposed, but I – I like this.” She nodded between them, “this is nicer. Softer, ‘teo.” Xóchitl let him take her hand and she rubbed her thumb against the back of his hand. “I – yeah.” She didn’t especially enjoy feeling at a loss for words, but she did, and she couldn’t help herself, now, and Mateo had been honest with her and wasn’t she supposed to show him some honesty in return? “That’s true. Yeah. We can decide. Because fuck the norms of whatever society expects boyfriends and girlfriends to be.” His thumb was on the back of her hand now and it was maddeningly distracting, so much so that she had to close her eyes for a moment. “Yeah – nerves. I – same. I’m – those are a thing.” She opened her eyes and kissed him again. “So – I – wait, is your food going to burn? Not that I’m even really thinking about that now, but I’d prefer to not be the cause of your house catching fire, or your hard work going to waste.” She sat back a moment. “That does mean I have to get off, and I don’t like the idea of that much at all.”

Relief washed over Mateo, and despite not needing air, he was greedy for it with a deep and calming inhale. He sighed, thankful that he wasn’t the only one stumbling over his words. It was nice to not be alone, and to have feelings returned. He’d never been proven wrong like that before, even found that it wasn’t so bad to not be right. “Yeah.” Mateo agreed with a nod and a smile, “Fuck norms. All of ‘em.” With a chuckle, he moved his hands up Xóchitl’s arms, trailing his way to her shoulders and down her back. He’d long forgotten about the pozole, but knowing himself, Mateo had already set the stove to an appropriate temperature in case the two got way too distracted.

“Left that baby on simmer. You and I tend to…” He bobbed his head back and forth, making a playful face at Xóchitl. “You know. Time usually gets away from us. But I mean, who says you have to get off?” Bouncing his brows, Mateo placed his hands firmly on Xóchitl’s hips and rose from the sofa. She was secure in his arms, her face close enough for several more pecks to her lips and cheeks. He opted to focus on the walk to the kitchen instead, placing her on the counter next to the stove. “Hmm…” Mateo took a few sniffs from the pluming steam, humming with satisfaction at the smell. It was ready to eat, and he clapped his hands together before looking back to Xóchitl to give her his full attention once more.

“With confessions outta the way, do you wanna pour some bowls and…” His smile faltered at the idea of discussion, knowing he’d likely have to delve into the subject of emotions, of which he avoided often. But, if Mateo was allowing himself to feel something more than lust for someone, didn’t that mean he could possibly be evolving in other places, too? He swallowed nervously, sighing. “Talk. We should probably talk…more. You know?”

His hands were trailing around her back and it, once again, distracted her from any other thoughts she might’ve had. It was a certain delightful distraction. “Fuck the norms.” She repeated, once again. Xóchitl didn’t like to consider herself someone easily at a loss for words, but right now she very much was.

“That’s true, we do tend to get distracted. I’m impressed we’re still talking given that I have my shirt off, but…” Xóchitl shook her head. She was deflecting again, and she knew that she was, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Except then he was picking her up and she didn’t even have time to fully comment on what was going on before it was already happening and she had to admit that it wasn’t so bad at all. In fact, there was a certain sort of delicate intimacy to it all, and that made her both completely calm and utterly unnerved. It was also endearing to watch Mateo move around the kitchen, and she loved how at home he looked, and how his smile looked, and how lovely his humming was.

Then he’d turned back to her and she did nearly a double take, trying to register all that was going on, trying to jolt herself out of whatever half-trance she’d been in. “What, you aren’t going to feed me while I’m shirtless on your kitchen counter?” Xóchitl grinned, another eyebrow raised. “But … yeah. We should do that. Bowls and stuff and also talking.”

Mateo laughed at Xóchitl’s remark, looking at the pot and then back to her. “You want me to feed you hot-ass caldo while you’re shirtless? Isn’t that, like, how you get burned?” Still, he grabbed the ladle and the dish towel hanging from the oven handle. Slowly, he filled the ladle’s bowl and planted it carefully onto the towel to eliminate the possibility of dripping or spilling onto Xóchitl’s skin. “Here, ya big baby.” There was a wink added to the end of the statement, accompanied by Mateo’s signature shit-eating grin.

“Say ‘ah…’” He tilted the stew into her mouth and arched a playful brow before placing everything aside. “There. Happy?” She did, at least by Mateo’s observation, and he smiled even bigger in return with a soft tug to his lips. There was a terrifying nature to the entire encounter, but it didn’t seem so bad in the moment and it didn’t make his smile faster that time. Mateo could let himself enjoy what they had, if only for a little while. Ruining things was in his nature, but he’d take great care with the fall and accept whatever comes.

“Come on.” He kissed Xóchitl one more time, lingering his lips above hers for a few seconds before helping her down from the counter to get to work on their bowls. “Go sit down. I’ll get the food and drinks together, and then join you.”

#wickedswriting #writings #nightmarescapes #scared to be lonely #xochitl and mateo #c: xochitl

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Music Monday #229: aespa - Better Things release: August 2023 genre: Kpop cw: little bit of flashing, an "it's complicated" body image warning *

Oh I know, it's been a hot minute since I did one of these, hasn't it? You know you missed me and my Kpop nonsense. ;)

Sure, it's way too late to declare a song of the summer, at least up here in the northern hemisphere, but if you were looking for a light summer bop, you could do worse than this light late-summer release from aespa. That up-tempo beat combined with fairly simple lyrics offered in mellow 2-4-part harmony means this requires an earworm warning - gods know I've caught myself humming this at all hours and often can't resist singing along when it comes up on my stations and playlists.

The official music video has a definite tropical vibes flare, even when they're swallowed by the giant fish. The whole thing is a bit lush - from tropical plants to decorative costumes to special effects to fun dance moves, every watch-through I find myself getting caught by something else. The short skirts, the long nails, the acrylic puzzle Ningning's playing with and that we've seen before, the whale sounds at the end. How any of them are supposed to seriously do anything with those decora nails is a whole ass thing all right. XD

From the start, aespa has been a lore group, although this video feels less like story and more like rest. The song is self-referential rather than anything to do with the hero version of aespa or their virtual world counterparts, although considering they step through their fridge into another world, one could perhaps argue the fact that the video is indeed about their hero personas. It's a dream, of course, complete with being swallowed by a giant fish whose insides are ... a ball pit? Well, no one's ever said dreams have to make a whole lot of sense. A fancy goldfish is perhaps a strange choice of avatar to call the girls back to work, but then again....

In addition to the music video, there are also two official performance versions (performance video and performance stage), the latter of which in particular puts me in my gender feels. And then, if that wasn't enough, last week they released an animated version which is drawn in a different style than previous animations, but just as full of magic or maybe just virtual reality.

"Better Things" and its remixes are out now wherever you like to get your Kpop fix! This is no longer their most recent release, but ZOOM ZOOM is going to have to wait a bit. ;)

* here's the thing - body image is a huge problem in Kpop as idols are held to sometimes ridiculous beauty standards. Women especially must be beautiful - slender body lines, long hair, flawless skin - but it's an incredibly thin line between acceptable and not. Aespa in general and Karina in particular have a history of getting a lot of shit from fans for being on the wrong sides of the line and while I feel a certain way about warning about body image when the girls are just being themselves, Karina feels especially tiny in this video. Believe me, I'm well aware that outward appearance is not a way to measure health, but I also know body image is a whole tangled Thing, so do what you need to do to take care of yourself, lovelies. Want to see Music Monday deep dives more often? Sponsor a song selection! For the low, low price of one (1) KoFi, I'll write up the song of your choice. ANY song of your choice. Yes, even that one that's been played to death. Yes, your obscure faves too. With sponsors, I can stop skipping weeks and falling further and further behind in the releases! Sponsor a current CB for the next open Music Monday slot or sponsor a throwback for a Thursday feature! But seriously, if you've been enjoying my selections and analyses, we (me and the foster kittens) would love a KoFi in thanks. DW | Twitter | Mastodon | Bluesky | Ko-fi | Patreon | Discord | Twitch

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oaklies-side · 3 years ago

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I’m bored and procrastinating on an animation, so instead of actually doing it, I decided to rant about animation! Here are tons of my tips and tricks for animating. Feel free to use any of them to improve your own works fellow animators! This post will be divided into four sections; Motivation and burnout, Art/drawing tips, Transitions, and Programs. Please keep in mind I am in no way an expert or claiming to be one, however I do art for a living, and I’ve been animating for nearly six years now, so I feel like I probably know a thing or two. Motivation and Burnout: -Take constant breaks however often you need. This can be every 30 minutes, every time you finish a scene, hell, even every time you finish a frame. Stretch, watch a short YouTube video, get something to eat, ex. I personally don’t have a break schedule, just whenever I’m bored, tired, or have finished an amount I feel satisfied with for the day. Find what works best for you! -Listen to something as background noise. This can be songs you really like, a podcast, a musical soundtrack, youtube videos, streams, audio books, or whatever else your heart desires. You can listen to white noise or rain sounds or something like that, but I personally prefer something that engages my brain. (You can also use this to encourage breaks. If you’re at a bit of a podcast that you just can’t focus on whilst drawing, take a five minute break to focus on it alone! Your favorite song to bop out to comes on? Stand up and dance around in your workspace, sing along, just have fun! -Have a food or drink next to you! I always like having something to munch or slurp on when drawing or animating. Make sure these snacks are smaller though, I’d recommend dedicating actual meal time to break time. -This is a bad habit of mine and I’m sure many other artists, but if you’re demotivated, don’t try and trudge through unless there’s some form of deadline. If you’re simply animating for YouTube or something, just take a break! There’s no shame in doing so, and you’ll find that you actually work much faster when you are motivated, so the break helps with efficiency rather than hinders it. -Set goals for yourself! Make them reasonable and not too out of reach. Say something like, “I’d like to draw 20 frames today.”, “I’d like to finish this storyboard by the end of the week.”, “I’d like to finish this scene today.”, “I’d like the animation to be done within a month and a half.” Make some bigger ones as well as smaller ones to give yourself short bursts of motivation, but also to keep that motivation going in the long run. Art/Drawing Tips: -Choose a simple style. This one kind of goes with motivation, but choosing a super complex art style often leads to the product just never being finished, especially if you’re a beginner. -Practice drawing. Bring a sketchbook with you everywhere and just draw. The better you get at drawing, the better you get at animation -Study other artists work. You can even trace! (Don’t post/claim it as your own EVER), but tracing for personal study is absolutely fine. It helps you figure out the shapes the artist used to make their character look how it does. -Never be ashamed to use references, they help a ton. -Color matters and can make an animation really pop. Choose a simple palate, what I normally do is assign one color per character, have a color for background objects, and maybe some others if I really want a certain scene or object to stand out against the rest. -Shape language is a really cool tool. Learn it. -Don’t worry about developing a style. Just draw. The style will come along the way. Transitions: -(First off, please note that in this section, I say the word ‘character’ a lot. However, these methods apply on objects too! Just wanted to clear that up, you can use them on more than just people.) -Yes, frame by frame looks pretty, and you can use it in that sick action sequence, but also, try making things easier for yourself when you can. The following points will be describing some of my favorite easy transitions. -Bounce back effects, the one I use the most. Basically, think of a ball bouncing. This ball will smoosh down against the ground, then spring back up, looking elongated as it does so. Or think of a car jerking forwards, before coming back a bit and to a complete stop. These are both bounce back effects. If your character is just changing poses, I’d recommend doing the ball method. smoosh your drawing down, then spring it back up. If your character is moving across the screen, move them just a bit further than their final destination, then bring them back. This makes animation look smoother and saves a ton of time. -Smear or smudge frames! These are usually used when a character or object is going really fast. Smear the drawing and add a bit of motion blur in the direction a character is going. -Partial movement frames! Not sure what the technical definition of this is, but this is when a character isn’t fully moving, just a small bit of them is, say they’re waving, or their hair is blowing in the breeze. Copy paste the rest without this bit, and only worry about redrawing that part! -Tweening, okay.. I know what you’re going to say, because the animation community these days is so against tweening. I’ll admit, it doesn’t look the greatest when using excessively, but in small amounts? It can look good. Don’t overuse it, but don’t completely avoid it either. (Tweening is when different body parts are drawn on different layers so that movement can be done without redrawing. However, this only really works for simple movements, so use it sparingly.) -Even when you are drawing frame by frame, these methods can be important. More so smear and smudge and bounce back, but tweening in some cases as well. You can incorporate these tricks into your frame by frame animation to make it look better as well. They aren’t just used to trick the minds eye into thinking there are in-betweens when there’s not. Programs: -Study your program. This’ll make things go much faster and allow for shortcuts. Animation is all about shortcuts. -Start out with something cheap or free. You don’t want to spend hundreds of dollars on a drawing tablet and expensive programs when you first start. Draw on your ipad or phone if you have one, use flipaclip, imovie, ibis paint, kinemaster, or other free programs. Animation takes a ton of time and if you find in a month that you hate it and want to quit, you don’t want to have waisted hundreds or thousands of dollars. -That being said, the creative cloud is pretty sweet. If you’re invested and have the money, I’d recommend it. -Procreate is also amazing. I love it and actually use it to this day, even with having the creative cloud. You can’t do any complex editing but you can make some neat stuff on there. -Decide what kind of animation you want to do. Do you want it more frame by frame? Get a program like procreate, flipaclip, or adobe animate. More drawn and edited? Try using a drawing and editing program combo. One of my friends uses ibispaint and imovie on her phone. I used to use ibispaint and kinemaster. I now use photoshop and premiere pro. -Watch tons of YouTube tutorials. Google stuff. Chances are, you may find an easier way to do that thing that’s taken you five hours in the past. And that’s it! Thank you for reading all the way through, I hope these helped! Feel free to ask questions, I’ll try to answer any I may get. Cya! Happy animating

#animation #animation tips #art tips #animator #animatic tips #art rants #art rambles #drawing tips #animating tips #oaklie.rants

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noonaishere · 4 years ago

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Work of Art - Masterlist

Work of Art [Jeong Jaehyun]

By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)

Fic type: social media au / traditional

Pairing: Jaehyun x fem!reader

Genre: slow burn, friends to lovers, college au (replacement for Dear.M? I don’t know about you but I’m still salty it was cancelled)

Warnings: allusions to emotional and financial abuse, backhanded compliments, negging, sexual assault, drinking, suicide mention

Status: completed!

Updates: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays at 12pm EST

SYNOPSIS:

Y/n is an art student who - through much hard work and many scholarships - has gotten accepted to the Neo Cultural Technological Institute, a foremost University in Seoul, Korea. There, she makes friends, keeps up with project deadlines, and meets one Jeong Jaehyun. She knows she’s there to work but… the dimpled dancer just might sway her heart.

[I was originally planning to do the whole social media part of this smau, but ended up dropping it, as the story idea seized me and I needed to write it and the social media pics aspect would have taken too long. There’s just texts and group chats. Any part that has 💌 means it has some amount of text.]

🍑 main cast

Parts:

🍑 one | 💌 in the beginning...

🍑 two | 💌 café et pluie

🍑 three | richelda rich

🍑 four | foreign swaggers

🍑 five | phone tag

🍑 six | 💌 music and dancing

🍑 seven | beauty rest

🍑 eight | 💌 you know tom and jerry? jerry is here

🍑 nine | 💌 dump out your bag

🍑 ten | 💌 “i lived in america for four years”

🍑 eleven | copacetic

🍑 twelve | 💌 have you had soju yet?

🍑 thirteen | 💌 water and wallflowers

🍑 fourteen | 💌 let’s goooooooo

🍑 fifteen | 💌 j and j back at it!

🍑 sixteen | 💌 government issued high-five cat protection squad

🍑 seventeen | 💌 26 seconds

🍑 eighteen | if you’re so okay why do I hear crying?

🍑 nineteen | 💌 feelings and ice cream

🍑 twenty | it’s *not* okey dokey, yo

🍑 twenty-one | the wonders of the follicular world

🍑 twenty-two | 💌 forlorn looks (belonging to others)

🍑 twenty-three | i’ll buzz your head

🍑 twenty-four | 💌 scout’s honor

🍑 twenty-five | 💌 animal crossing

🍑 twenty-six | 💌 a catch, a queen, if i were song i’d be a bop

🍑 twenty-seven | hi, hello, annyeong from the other side

🍑 twenty-eight | 💌 ms united states canada mexico panama

🍑 twenty-nine | 💌 a knight protects his queen

🍑 thirty | 💌 my spellcheck doesn’t like ‘food was had’

🍑 thirty-one | the grim reaper has come to collect

🍑 thirty-two | court is in session

🍑 thirty-three | expensif

🍑 thirty-four | 💌 the salon is open

🍑 thirty-five | OnlyOmmas

🍑 thirty-six | 💌 have you had breakfast today

🍑 thirty-seven | class? what class?

🍑 thirty-eight | 💌 our lady of drama

🍑 thirty-nine | humbirdery: confirmed

🍑 forty | ice cold americanos

🍑 forty-one | 💌 onions make me emotional

🍑 forty-two | i want to meddle but i refrain

🍑 forty-three | miss skull meats

🍑 forty-four | 💌 laptop

🍑 forty-five | 💌 when will my pencil case come back from the dance studio?

🍑 forty-six | 💌 *ABS*

🍑 forty-seven | 💌 question marks

🍑 forty-eight | 💌 girl’s day!

🍑 forty-nine | we live here now

🍑 fifty | GREASY

🍑 fifty-one | 💌 ann-phra-dite

🍑 fifty-two |💌 johnny dad, anna mom

🍑 fifty-three | 💌 take them all

🍑 fifty-four | *delete*

🍑 fifty-five | 💌 no hard feelings

🍑 fifty-six | mr. chen, my beloved

🍑 fifty-seven | 💌 pfeffernusse

🍑 fifty-eight | common law wife

🍑 fifty-nine | 🔫🔫

🍑 sixty | how jeffery

🍑 sixty-one | or maybe it was the slovakian students

🍑 sixty-two | 💌 pep talks are important

🍑 sixty-three | 💌 interloper

🍑 sixty-four | 💌 nice lipstick

🍑 sixty-five | secret agent doberman

🍑 sixty-six | you’re cute jeans

🍑 sixty-seven | swell

🍑 sixty-eight | is that weird?

🍑 sixty-nine | 💌 earthquake, take me now

🍑 seventy | council meeting

🍑 seventy-one | 💌 thanks a ton

🍑 seventy-two | 💌 we’ve all done stupid shit for 6’2”

🍑 seventy-three | legit disgusted

🍑 seventy-four | 💌 cherry blossoms

🍑 seventy-five | 💌 some things are universal

🍑 seventy-six | terpsichore

🍑 seventy-seven | 💌 personally victimized by regina george

🍑 seventy-eight | 🧋🧋

🍑 seventy-nine | left on read

🍑 eighty | got em!

🍑 eighty-one | 💌 egregious bros

🍑 eighty-two | that’s not what I heard her say

🍑 eighty-three | throw bone to sky!

🍑 eighty-four | 💌 such a goof

🍑 eighty-five | homie

🍑 eighty-six | I feel the power of satan in me

🍑 eighty-seven | 💌 taeyong said the same thing

🍑 eighty-eight | 💌 food is my life

🍑 eighty-nine | you snipe but you won’t take the shot

🍑 ninety | 💌 the color and the shape

🍑 ninety-one | 💌 hyper-awake

🍑 ninety-two | i’ll leave first

🍑 ninety-three | mr. bigbooté

🍑 ninety-four | 💌 how many words is an audio file worth?

🍑 ninety-five | me paint

🍑 ninety-six | 💌 i believe you *so much*

🍑 ninety-seven | 💌 a newborn deer on ice

🍑 ninety-eight | 💌 pull the trigger, piglet

🍑 ninety-nine | 💌 audiovisual

🍑 one hundred | tea and tea and tea

🍑 one hundred and one | we both saw it

🍑 one hundred and two | 💌 i guess i thought i was too smart

🍑 one hundred and three | i’m proud of you

🍑 one hundred and four | summer crimes

🍑 one hundred and five | totally spies

🍑 one hundred and six | 💌 flower viewing

🍑 one hundred and seven | the superior roommate

🍑 one hundred and eight | desperately seeking (missed) connection

🍑 one hundred and nine | 💌 hey

🍑 one hundred and ten | and then you can move on

🍑 one hundred and eleven | exqueeze me? bakin powder?

🍑 one hundred and twelve | 💌 before the summer is over

🍑 one hundred and thirteen | ginger ale

🍑 one hundred and fourteen | 💌 long flight

🍑 one hundred and fifteen | brooklyn babey!

🍑 one hundred and sixteen | 💌 sitting on the swings

🍑 one hundred and seventeen | 💌 do you want to pet the cat?

🍑 one hundred and eighteen | 💌 THE PART WHERE YOU LOSE JAEHYUN ON THE SUBWAY

🍑 one hundred and nineteen | group chat singularity

🍑 epilogue one | 💌 four years later

🍑 epilogue two | 💌 two and a half years after that

🍑 epilogue three | about three months after that

🍑 epilogue four | something like two years later

[If you’re thinking, “Hey, noona/symph that’s too many fucking parts” my answer to you is: “Yes.” And also, “It might get one or two more, I literally cannot be contained. I have the Too Much gene and this means we all need to suffer.]

🍑�� [MAIN MASTERLIST] 🍑🍑

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Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

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cursestothemoon · 3 years ago

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Can I request going to the yule ball with Cedric headcannons? Maybe with a lil first kiss at the end of the night?

yES

ok so prior to asking you to the yule ball, you and cedric weren't really super close

you guys would talk in class

the occasional joke here and there

maybe a group project but that was all

i think its safe to say that cedric would develop a crush on you pretty quickly

the guy can't help himself around funny, smart, pretty girls

he literally gets all flustered and giggly

so nothing changes when he develops a crush on you

and he fails to notice your pretty obvious feelings for him because of how infatuated he is with you

honestly i think both of you would have a plan to ask the other to the yule ball and end up doing it at the same time

you guys would in like potions or something

a class where you share a desk

and both of you are talking yourselves up to just turn around and ask

you end up doing it literally at the same time

"will you go to the yule ball with me"

"yULE BALL"

one of you just yells the words yule ball

you can decide who

sTOP

leading up to the yule ball would be so cute because you guys would see each other and be two idiots in love and like talk about colors so you could match but everything was all very giggly and smiley

obviously he would match his tie to your dress 🙄

oK THE DAY OF CED WOULD BE SO NERVOUS BUT ALSO REALLY GIDDY

AND HE’D HAVE THIS BEAMING SMILE ON HIS FACE ALL DAY

the time has come

you are going to meet ced to go to the ball

youre in your dress

hair done

nails done

makeup (if you wear it) done

and you are walking down that staircase

you know the one

the one in the movie that hermione walks down

and you are watching your steps so you don't fall but cedric?

cedric is standing there just

❤️👄❤️

watching as you walked down each step glowing

looking like a literal angel

and he swears he’s never seen anything so beautiful

never felt so many butterflies

“Cedric?”

“You’re beautiful.”

and he’d say it with the quietest voice and sweetest smile

you'd blush

and i mean

b l u s h

now it’s party time

ok you guys slow dancing would be so sWEET

cedric likes to hold you close and tight when you guys slow dance

he wants to feel your heart beat pressed against his

it’s the edward cullen popping out

anyway

i fee like cedric is the type to just look at you smiling instead of avidly talk

he just likes looking at you

alright so the music speeds up

now we are really partying

ced gets wild

i mean jumping around

bopping his head

hands in the air

sweaty forehead

crazy

and you cant help but join him

because lets be honest its fUN

he still wants to be close to you though

waiT

IMAGINE THIS

YOU GUYS ARE DANCING IN A BIG CROWD

BORDERLINE MOSHPIT

AND HE HAS THE HABIT OF LIKE GRABBING YOUR JAW WITH HIS HANDS

LIEK HOLDING YOUR FACE AND SUPER ENTHUSIASTICALLY SINGING THE LYRICS TO YOU WHILE SMILING AND MAKING EYE CONTACT AND STILL KINDA DANCING

amazing.

ok so you guys eventually get very worn out

and its hOT in that room, in the crowd

so ced will grab your hand and kinda drag you outside the hall

into the open air hallways of hogwarts

he takes you to the green house because obviously

i also feel like cedric would be alarmingly good at sneaking out of the castle but thats a story for another time

ok you guys are in the greenhouse

giggles

laughs

words

everything is hushed

and he’s holding you so close

suddenly

everything stops

your back is pressing against the storage cupboards

it seems like his entire being is engulfing you as he looks down at you

his arm raised above your head and resting against the metal door to the cupboard

his other hand is tracing a line up the column of your neck (specifically his middle finger is dragging up your neck)

cedric slowly leans down to connect your lips

he’s giving you time to back away

to say no

to refuse

but you want this just as much as he does

maybe even more

so you grab his face and pull him in so you could push your lips against his

Cedric furrows his eyebrows when he kisses

the same way edward does

wait let me see if i can find a gif because ive mentioned this before and i want to make sure u guys know what im talking about

because its beautiful

here it is

also i got this gif from google i didn't make it, i don't own it

ok anyway

so yeah y'all kiss in the greenhouse

thats your first kiss

first of many 😏

tags:

@amourtentiaa

@vsawyer1989

@lifeofkaze

@siriusement

@erinruby003

@maybesandohnos

@onlyfreds

@an2402lths (you aren't o my permanent taglist but youre gonna wanna see this 🙄)

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagines #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory headcanon

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cacoetheswriting · 4 years ago

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for you and i

Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: honestly just pure fluff, mild swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, implied smut (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.2k Summary: A small collection of moments throughout reader’s and Spencer’s evolving relationship that features their song. A/N: this symbol ~~ signifies a time jump.

A/N: i finished my rewatch of bones last night (im hella emotional), and one of my favourite “running gags” from the show is hot blooded being booths and brennans song, and how the writers reminded us of that from season to season. it definitely definitely inspired me to write this. also i did this instead of working on my assignment as a birthday gift from me to me lmao ENJOY

The plane trip back home was completely silent.

Morgan and JJ were catching up on much needed sleep. Emily, lost in thought, observed the night sky through the small window. Rossi was reading, as Hotch worked his way through some case files.

Spencer sat next to you at the far end of the jet. You were listening to music while his nose was buried in a book. Although you could tell he couldn't really concentrate on the words as the page remained unturned for the last fifteen minutes.

“Why don’t you let your eyes rest for a minute?” You suggested, carefully taking out one earphone. “A short nap could be good for you. It doesn’t look like you’re retaining any information anyway.”

Spencer nodded slowly, agreeing with you. He shut the novel in his lap and tilted his head to look at you, his lips pursed into a thin shy smile. “You should get some sleep too Y/N.”

“I’m okay.” You replied. “Plus someone has to keep watch in case the jet gets abducted by aliens or something.” A sly grin appeared on your face as Spencer chuckled softly. He rested his head against the chair and gradually closed his eyes.

You watched him for a moment. Examining his perfect features. Your innocent crush growing by the second - something you would never admit out loud in fear it would ruin your friendship.

When you were about to place the earpiece back in your ear, his eyes shot back open. He sighed heavily.

"I actually don’t think I can.” Spencer said quietly and once again turned his attention to you. His gaze briefly landed on the phone in your hands before travelling up to your face. “Did you know that in addition to aiding relaxation and helping with falling asleep quicker as well as improving sleep quality, playing music before bed can improve sleep efficiency? Which means more time you are in bed is actually spent sleeping.” You raised a curious brow waiting for him to continue, but he just asked: “Can I ask what you are listening to?”.

Instead of answering his question, you wiped the dangling earphone against your blouse and handed it to him. He took it, a little hesitantly, and placed it in his ear - the two of you unconsciously shifting closer to one another.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he didn't know the song currently playing, nor did he particularly like it, but he didn't protest or ask you to skip it. In his eyes, you were kind enough to share your source of entertainment therefore he would never push to change what you were clearly enjoying.

The song ended, another began, and another, and another. Eventually Spencer closed his eyes again. The two of you continued to silently listen to the various songs on your playlist - a wild mix of different artists and genres, definitely showcasing your weird music taste.

Touch Me by The Doors began to play.

“I like this one.” Spencer muttered, eyes still closed. “I didn't peg you to be a rock fan.” You stated curiously. Spencer chuckled softly. “I wouldn't call myself a fan per se, this is just a very good song.” “This is actually my favourite song of theirs.” You proclaimed.

Sinking deeper in your seat, you quietly sang along. “What was that promise that you made?” To your pleasant surprise, the young doctor joined in. “Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?”

Lost in the pure bliss of the moment, you gently rested your head against Spencer’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered open. He glanced down at you and smiled to himself. Yes. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

“Watch it!!!” You shouted and rudely gestured after the vehicle that overtook you out of nowhere, almost sliding right into your car. Frustrated, you ran your hands through your hair before placing them on the wheel again. A deep sigh escaping your lips in the process.

Spencer chuckled next to you. “Maybe next time I’ll drive.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, tone of your voice changing completely for a moment. “People are just so fucking stupid.” The groan was full of annoyance, and it only made the young doctor snicker louder.

“How about we turn on the radio?” Spencer suggested. “Cool you down a little since we have another hour drive ahead of us, and I would preferably like to get there in one piece.” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but didn’t protest.

Taking your silence as a yes, Spencer fumbled with the car radio.

‘Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe’

Voice of Jim Morrison blared through the speakers. Instantly, your whole body loosened up. No longer feeling annoyed or angry. Driver’s rage dissipated. The frown circling your features was replaced by a happy smile.

‘Can't you see that I am not afraid?’

Stopping at a red light, you looked at Spencer who was lightly bopping his head to the beat of the music. His gentle curls bouncing with his every move.

“You know, the universe is telling us that this is our song now.” You noted. The young doctor met your gaze, and the grin present on his face made your heart skip a beat. A faint hit of nerves cascaded through your body as you anxiously waited for his response.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders slightly. “It’s a good song. The universe could have wished us a lot worse.”

As the light ahead turned green, and you were driving once again, the two of you burst into the chorus as loud as you possibly could: “Now, I'm going to love you! Till the heavens stop the rain!”.

The bar was filled to the brim with people wanting to unwind after a long week of work. That included the BAU team.

“One more for the road!” Morgan exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. He motioned to Hotch for assistance and the two of them briskly walked off in the direction of the bar. “While they’re gone, I’m gonna hop to the loo.” Penelope chimed. “I’ll join you.” JJ spoke up and they hurried off.

Spencer sat beside you, shoulder pressed lightly to yours. He was sipping on the remainder of his drink and you were about to open your mouth to say something, engage him in conversation, when you heard it. The song. Your song.

Your head instantly snapped up at him and a mischievous grin spread on your face. By the time Spencer realised what was going on, you were up on your feet grabbing him by the arm, and pulling him onto the self-made dance floor.

You began to sway along to the music. The alcohol currently flowing through your veins definitely made you that much braver. It also gave Spencer the confidence boost he needed to join you with no objections.

Despite the questionable looks you were undoubtedly receiving, the two of you jumped around like kids. Singing the song out loud to one another. It was as if the world around you disappeared. Like you and Spencer were the only people left in the bar.

‘Till the stars fall from the sky’

And when the night concluded, when everyone said their goodbyes, Spencer continued to hum the melody of your song as he waited with you for the taxi. It was then you chose to make the first move - colliding your lips with his in a carefree kiss.

They were softer than you ever imagined.

All at once, the attraction between you two and the tension that built up over the years burst. You grabbed onto his jacket pulling him even closer. Suddenly, the cold night air didn’t feel so cold anymore. It was hot, burning like a flame. Your body was on fire and so was his.

Spencer’s long arms wrapped around you, trapping you in the fire. One of his hands moved lower down your back, while the other tightly gripped your hair. The sensation that he felt was unimaginable. He always imagined what you would taste like, although he never expected anything would happen. He imagined how your body would feel against his. How your lips taste. But this, this exceeded all expectations.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a smoky voice after pulling away, his hands now holding your face. “That’s what I was going to say.” You managed to whisper before his lips landed on yours again. Your heart pounding hard inside your chest, it felt as if it was about to explode.

Spencer huffed as he placed a heavy cardboard box down on the ground. He straightened himself, flattened down his crinkly t-shirt, and turned to you with a smile. “That’s the last of it.” He stated proudly, placing his hands on his hips.

“My hero.” You ambled towards him and pecked his lips. “Thank you.” His arms made their way around your waist, pulling you in close. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead before glancing around the room.

“I can’t believe we’re officially moved in together.”

“It’s been a longtime coming.”

“That it definitely has.” Spencer smiled kissing you. He let his arms fall and shuffled around to start unpacking.

Having planned ahead, you removed a speaker from your handbag. You quickly set it up, connecting it to your phone, and pressed play to ease the process that would carry on into the night.

Starting with the kitchen, and the more fragile items, the two of you made your way through the new apartment.

Hours passed. It was getting quite late as tiny yawns continuously escaped your lips. However, the hard work was paying off because space started to feel more and more like home.

You decided to finish up for the night - tomorrow was another day. Yawning, you leaned into the arms of your boyfriend. Spencer kissed the top of your head and began to sway you slowly from side to side.

Right on queue, the guitar intro you both recognised well began to play through the speakers. You smiled into his chest before breaking free from his embrace.

‘Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid’

Sharing a knowing look, you both started to dance. Not wanting to disrupt any neighbours you both chose not to sing along like you usually did. Instead, you mouthed the words in sync as if you were competing in a lip-sync battle.

‘What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?’

The two of you circled happily around one another. It wasn't long before the air guitars came into play.

And as the song concluded, Spencer cupped your cheeks. “I love you.” He muttered, gazing deep into your eyes. “I love you too.” You replied smiling.

Without another word, Spencer’s lips crashed against yours. Both your heads tilting hungrily from side to side to vary pressure. Hearts hammering loudly. Your hands made their way up his muscled back as his hands traveled down your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” He suggested, his face still only inches away from yours. You lifted your hand, and brushed some of his light curls away behind his ear. “I do believe I read somewhere that it is considered bad luck not to christen the bed on the first night of living together.” You stated giggling.

Spencer raised an interested brow. “What else does the article say?”

“How about I just show you.” And like that, your lips were on his once again as he blindly led you to the bed.

“And now ladies and gentlemen we would like to bring out our newlyweds, Dr. & Mrs. Reid, to dance their first dance as husband and wife. Let’s give them a hand.”

Spencer turned to you, that warm kindhearted smile you loved so much circling his lips. He offered you his hand. “Mrs. Reid.” You took it gladly. “Dr. Reid.”

He led you to the middle of the dance floor and swiftly wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close, while the other hand intertwined itself with yours. Music started to play and the two of you swayed elegantly from side to side.

“I have a surprise for you.” Spencer whispered in your ear before briefly pulling apart and twirling you around.

Suddenly the music stopped. Sounds of disappointment echoed through the watching crowd as you shot your husband a quizzical look.

A melody you knew all too well filled the space.

Your mouth parted slightly in shock as Spencer let his arm fall from your waist. He spun you around once again and began rhythmically banging his head to the beat of the song. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight before joining in.

Excited screams echoed through the crowd as they cheered on. Even though you heard them, you knew people were watching and documenting this moment, you felt as if there was no-one else around - déjà vu.

Spencer pressed his forehead lightly to yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. His lips twirled into a smile. A big smile that you reciprocated. Feeling as if you were on cloud nine, you looked deep into each others eyes and whole heartedly sang along with the song. Your song.

‘I'm going to love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm going to love you Till the stars fall from the sky For you and I’

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things-we-cant-say · 4 years ago

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pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone��s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

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wastelandnarry · 4 years ago

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kiss in the kitchen - hes

summary: harry finds himself no longer in silence.

warnings: mentions of drinking

author’s notes: hi! it’s gemma from wastelandcth, this happened on a whim and now i have a harry/narry/one direction page again! i hope you enjoy my first harry piece since probably 2012.

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Harry was used to his home being silent. He was used to sitting alone in his living room, letting the silence envelop him as he lost himself in his books, his journal, or even just in his own mind. He was used to strolling through the halls and enjoying the silence that enveloped him, enjoying how his footsteps echoed through the house whenever he moved from one place of comfort to another. Harry was used to the silence of being alone, he craved it at times when his life became so hectic that days blurred together and he'd forgotten when the last time he'd slept properly was.

That all changed with you.

When you came into Harry's life, all of that silence was filled with something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Suddenly he was no longer sitting alone in a silence he'd all but become comfortable living in. His living room no longer felt like a library in which he'd be scolded if his voice went higher than a whisper. His kitchen no longer felt like a hotel continental breakfast at four in the morning, empty and echoing. All of a sudden, Harry's life had been filled with noise and everything seemed louder. The music he'd played quietly in the car was louder in his ear, along with your voice, singing along to every word.

"How do you know every lyric to every word?" he'd asked you at one point, when the dirt road was empty in front of you both and the finishing beat to an Elton John song had just finished playing, "It's extremely impressive."

"It's just a skill, Harry. I can't tell you all my secret," you giggled out, your head turning to look at him with a smile.

"You're very impressive." he smiled as his eyes flicked over to meet yours. "So I've been told."

Harry's always tried to suppress his laugh. He wasn't sure when he'd started to do so. Maybe when the band had first taken off and throngs of fans and interviews had caused his smile and laugh to fade. That all the flashing lights and screams he'd learn to love had hidden away a part of himself that Harry hadn't even noticed until he'd been too far gone to do much about it. He hadn't realized his laugh wasn't his laugh until he'd chuckled at something you said while at dinner one night. Until you commented on it.

It had surprised you both, the high-pitched giggled that left the man sitting in front of you, the way it had echoed through the wood floors and up to the ceiling. Harry's spine had straightened, the sound of his hand slapping over his mouth to cover the laugh that had already long escaped heard in between your breathless giggles. You'd never heard that laugh before, never seen Harry's cheeks so flushed or the way his pupils seemed to dilate with a fear that confused you.

"Sorry, that was loud," Harry mumbled, clearing his throat as he relaxed back into his seat.

"You don't need to apologize for laughing, bub," you said with a confused look on his face, "You've never laughed like that before."

"It was a funny joke," Harry teased and ran a hand through the short curls he'd still been getting used to.

"I like it."

"The joke?"

"The laugh."

Ever since that night, when Harry's laugh rang through the kitchen more and more as the drinks poured between the both of you increased, he hadn't tried to push down his laugh. He'd giggle out loud whenever you poked his side as you passed by him, the noise traveling through whatever room in his house that you two were in. He'd chuckle more, during interviews where he'd usually be more reserved and quiet. It was as if all he needed to really let out his true self was the reminder of those three little words. I like it.

David Bowie was blasting through Harry's house, the bass shaking the walls of the house that was always so silent. Harry had been lost in his drink, giggling softly as he watched the sway of your hips. He'd always loved watching you dance, the way your body swayed in such a careless way. Harry had never been careless. Ever since he was thrown into the spotlight and left home, he'd been told to always be cautious of his surroundings. To be wary of the people he surrounded himself with and to never let his guard down. But with you, all of that went out the window.

That's how Harry had found himself in his living room with music blasting and his brain swimming. He'd never felt so carefree and so alive. Sure, Harry played for crowds of thousands of people for a living, and that had always been surreal. But being in his living room watching you sway around the room, singing along to songs he'd only ever sang to himself alone, gave him the rush of a lifetime. He wished he could freeze the moment in time and live in it for the rest of his life. "You sure you don't want to dance?" you asked in between pants, your body falling next to Harry's on the couch.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm perfectly content watching you, darling," Harry mumbled, his words slurred and higher in pitch than his everyday voice.

You'd giggled at that, making a smile form on Harry's face. He loved everything about you, it wasn't something he admitted to himself a lot, the fear of losing you always present in the back of his mind. But he did. He'd thank every star in the sky and all the planets in the universe for somehow bringing you to him. But watching your smile grown with every giggle and chuckle that left you made him realize that he could see this being the rest of his life. Just the two of you sitting on a couch, music blasting through the house, and in each other's arms.

You'd been in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup, when Harry had walked in humming a tune you'd never heard. Your head turned to face the man, a smile on his face as his head bopped from side to side, a quiet giggle leaving you as you watch in amusement.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asked with a teasing tone, "That's not very nice, doll," he mumbled, his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I could never," you whined, laughing quietly as you turned your attention back to him, "That would be cruel, no?”

You would've laughed more, had it not been for the soft lips that found yours. Harry's lips felt like home, they always had felt like a place you'd only dreamed of before. They were something you could get lost in if you let your brain wander too much like you'd been doing then. It wasn't until you felt the rumbling in his chest and the vibration on your lips that you realized Harry was laughing.

"Are you laughing at me?!" you gasped as you pulled back from the man in front of you.

By then, Harry's laughs had turned from soft and quiet to his loud and high-pitched giggled you knew and loved. They were the laughs that meant he was truly laughing and you could've heard them all day long. But Harry had other plans and soon enough his lips found their way back to yours, both of you fighting back giggles as you kissed in the kitchen, the soup on the stove long forgotten.

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rudystopit · 4 years ago

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7 Minutes in Heaven

[Mina Ashido x f!reader]

summary: mina has a party and she flirts with you. she notices you need a push to open up and suggests they play 7 mins in heaven.

*all characters are aged up*

warnings: NSFW, eating out, fingering, face fucking, overstimulation, squirting, praise, body worship, and riding.

wc: 3k

this morning you were walking into class when denki stopped you and asked if you wanted to come over for a party. he told you all the details like who’s dorms and time. you said you'd think about it and you walked into class. you hadn't really talked to anyone since moving here and everyone seems to be really close, since all of this shitty stuff as happened to them, that you really don't feel like you can get close with anyone.

but there was think one person you've had your eyes on. her smile always lit up a room and she seemed to be friends with everyone. you had talked to mina only a few times but each time was so memorable. you wanted to get to know her better.

it was friday which usually means aizawa's at his wits end with all of us and he just gonna sit there and sleep. so you stared out the window and thought about the party. sure you wanted to go but it felt awkward being the odd one out. you thought about who might go. you knew denki was going, so you figured sero, kiri and bakugou. then probably mina. deku and if he goes todoroki might go. you sat there a reasons out how may or may not go.

you thought about what they have planned. if mina was gonna be there, you figured, there was gonna be some games that no one wanted to play, but did anyways because it was getting boring. you zoned out thinking about the party.

you had fallen asleep and someone nudges you. you blink open you sleepy eyes. you turn your head to the person who nudged you. your meet with cheery smile and pink hair. you smile back.

"yeah?" you yawn, stretching. she watches how your uniform forms around your chest. she bites her lip and looks at you.

"oh, are you coming tonight?" she asks. you think about it, "i'm just getting a head count for drinks," she laughs.

"i don't know," you mumbled.

"well i put you down as coming and if you don't show up just means an extra drink," she reassured you. her hand moved to your arm. you snapped back at her, "i hope you come tho," she smiled and walked over to her friends.

you chewed up the inside of your mouth trying to figure out if you wanted to go or not. you thought about it the whole way back to your dorm. you flopped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling. you picked up your phone and played some music. you decided that your room was messed and that it's something you definitely need to do instead of going to the party.

an hour into cleaning, you hear the music starting down stairs. you sighed and put away some books and made your bed. you sat at your desk. maybe you should start school work. you stared at the paper, loosing all thoughts.

"fuck it," you yelled. you stood up and walked to your closet. "there's nothing better to do, i'll just go," you looked through your clothes. you found a black thin strap dress and a comfy tee over it. you styled it with a knot on the side and headed out your dorm.

you walked to the stairs as deku and todoroki were coming out of deku's room. "hey y/n, going to mina's party?" he yelled out. you waved and nodded yes. "great you can walk with us. deku wore sweats and a t shirt while todoroki wore jeans and t shirt. you felt a little over dressed. you walked with them to denki's dorm.

the music was loud but not enough for aizawa to complain. you walked over to the drinks and picked up three for you and the boys. you handed it to them and walked to the couch. you took a swig of the beer and flopped down. to skimmed the room.

people were dancing, some where talking and other sat around a table playing some cars game. you looked for mina. she was dancing and made eye contact with you. she smiled and held up a finger and called you over. you blushed and shook your head. she started walking over to you. she picked up your hand and pulled you off the couch. she grabs the beer out of your hand. she takes a sip and puts it on an end table.

"come on, follow my lead," mina whispers into your ear. you blush and look down at her hand in yours. she pulls you on to the "dance floor." she starts shuffling and moving her arms, still holding your hand. she closes her eyes and feels the music. you watch her and start coping watch she doing. she lets go of your hand while you to dance.

the song slows downs and a new one plays. she stops and looks at you. the beat start getting louder. mina smiles at you and she walks closer to you. she bops to the beat and moves her hands. you smile and do the same thing but with your shoulders. you two move past each other. mina turns and slides shading your back while you sway to the beat. you two met back in front of each other and she moves closer to you.

she sways one way while you sway the other. she keeps moving closer. you look down trying not to make eye contact. she dips her head lower to the music. her face getting closer. you panic and step back. she looks at you surprised.

"what's wrong?" she asked.

"o-oh. nothing just-" you were cut off by a hot headed idiot yelling.

"yo raccoon eyes! it's getting boring, got any dumb games?" he yells.

she looks at you ignoring him. she stares at you, lost in her thoughts. it looked like an actually lightbulb lit up in her yellow eyes.

"yeah i got one!" she says, turning away from you. you let go of the breath your were holding and turn back to the couch. you grab the beer and take a few huge gulps and sit down.

mina turns down the music and tells everyone to sit by the couch. everyone shuffles to the couch. there's about 12 of students. deku sat next you and was asking questions about how you feeling.

"you're face is all red," his hand goes to your face. "damn you're hot to the touch,"

"i'm fine," you answer as mina passes out a piece of paper to every other person.

"ok if i gave you a paper, write your name. if i didn't, go to the other side of the room," deku scribbles his name as you get up and walk away. you lean against the wall and wait.

"ok in the hat," everyone puts there name in a hat. "hear me out, once you put your name in the hat go back to your room, we're playing 7 mins in heaven!" she sneers. a few people groan and some were looking around to see who they could potentially get.

once everyone who wrote their names left. mina turns to the group that is left. six of us stood waiting for her. she passed around the hat. you were last to go.

you pulled out the only paper as everyone left to the rooms. you open up the paper and in quick hand writing, mina. you walk over to the couch and sit down. mina pointing people in the right direction and yelling at those who are complaining. you sipped on your beer when she walked in. she sighed and dramatically fell on the couch. you chuckled.

"hosting a party looks hard," you comment as she puts her feet on your lap.

"you know it," she laughed. you put your hand on her knee. she sat up and looked at you. you turn to look at her. "why did you pull away?" she bluntly asked.

"oh, um, i," you stumble out but before you could get your point out she kisses you. your eyes widen and her hand cups your cheek. you soften into the kiss when she moved to touch her legs under her.

she pulls away, "sorry, i've been wondering how soft they are," she laughed and sat back down with her knees tucked to her chest. you sat there stocked. she plays with her hand while you just sit there. you grab your beer and chug the rest. she looks at you with a curious look.

you slam the bottle down and you whip around to her. you place your hand on her cheek and slam your lips back onto hers. she held your hand while the other one as on your arm. she pulls away and slides out from underneath you. she goes over to her phone and changes the playlist. she looks back at you. she dances a little more. you smile and get up. you reach out your hand and she grabs it. you pull her closer. you place your hand on her hip while she puts her on your shoulder. her smile was so huge.

you kiss her forehead as you two dance to the music. she snuggled her head in the crook of your neck and you lean your head on hers. you pull away and spin her. she laughs and reaches up to wrap her arms around your neck. you lose your footing and two fall onto the floor.

"sorry," she laughs. she tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. she's straddling your lap, you sit up and kiss her. you wrap your arms around her waist. you pull her closer and she moans into the kiss. she pulls away, "come on," she whispers. she gets off your lap and hold your hand as you get up. she pulls you to her bed. she sits down.

you cup her cheek. she leans into your hand. "you're so beautiful" you say.

"i know," you giggles. you roll your eyes and climb onto the bed with her. you sit behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. you kiss her neck as your hands travel up her shirt. she pull it over her head. you hands play with her laced covered boobs. you unclip it and let her slide it off her shoulders. you massage her soft flesh and slightly teasing her nipples. her head leaned back onto your shoulder as you twist her nipples. one of your hands creases her stomach as your fingers travel underneath the fabric of her skirt.

your hand creases the lacy fabric and rubs a small circle into the damp fabric. mina's head fall back onto your shoulder as she lets out a high breathy moan. your other hand continues to massage her boobs. her hands grip onto your thighs. you quicken your pace on her clothed heat. she lets out a few more light moans before you remove your hand and back to massaging her boobs. she rolls her hips against the bed for some friction but you keep her closer to your chest.

your hand travels back down her skirt and under the lacy underwear. your fingers brush against her sensitive bud. she sighs in relief as you rub her clit back and forth. you quicken the speed and twist her abused nipples. you kiss her neck trying to find her sweet spot. you kissed the base of her neck, which caused her to arc her back and grip harder on your thighs. you smile against her skin. you sloppily kiss her neck while grazing your teeth over the sensitive skin. you sucked on the tender spot as she moans out your name. you made sure to leave a mark.

she rolls her hips onto your hand and her moans start picking up. you quicken your fingers pace on her sensitive clit. she leans back against you and lift one of her legs on the bed. "come for me princess," you whisper in her ear.

"god, y/n faster please," she yells out. you speed up. her legs close together as she lets out a scream in pleasure. you rub circles into her tired clit as she rides out her high.

once she calm down, you remove your hand from her skirt and crease her body. you lift her chin and twisted so she could look at you. "you did so good," you kiss her. she twists around and sits in between your legs.

"take off the dress," she smiles. you pull off your dress and toss it on the other side of the room. you were left in just your panties. she dipped her head and took your hardened nipple into her mouth. she would suck on it and the release, making sure each time made a noise. one of her hands wraps around to your lower back while the other drifts up your stomach and onto your other breast. you tangled your fingers into her hair as she flickers her tongue on your nipple.

"mina," you moaned out when her fingers pinches your sensitive nipple. she rolled the bud in between her fingers. your hand laces with hers as you make her massage the soft mound. "i need more," you whisper. you take her hand off of your chest and slide it down your underwear.

her fingers graze over the fabric. she pulls away from your abused nipple. "damn already wet for me," she chuckled. her hand slides up your stomach and in between you boobs as she pushes you to your back. you head hits her soft pillow. she pulls your legs up and slides off your panties.

the second they hit the floor so drove into you. she licked and sucked and bite every inch she could. she had you moaning in seconds. you hands fly to her hair as she sucks on your tender clit. you hear her lapping up every drop that comes out of you.

"fuck mina," you moan out.

she stops and looks up "what's wrong?" she asked.

"no don't stop! please!" you whine out. she smiles and goes back to abusing you aching pussy. mina crosses her ankles together to relieve the aching she has from your moaning and begging.

her skilled tongue dances across your pussy as she makes you come in minutes. you arc your back and grip onto the bed as she sucks on your aching hole. her tongue trusts a few times inside as you let out a small moan each time.

she kept trusting her tongue into you. you squeeze your eyes shut and try to protest but the euphoric feeling was too good to pass up. she slipped two fingers into your soaked pussy as she slowly trusts in and out. she leans back and watches her fingers get eating up. her eyes drift up to your face as she continues. your arm is covering your face as she overstimulates you.

"move your arm, i want to see that pretty little face come again," she coos and moves your arm.

"mina, too much, ah~" her fingers curl to hit the spot you never could reach and you arc your back into the pleasure. she rubs the spongy wall of your sweet spot. you felt pressure build up and the sensation to pee. you tired to hold it in but mina was persistent. the flood gates open and a wave of pure ecstasy washes over you. you were so caught up in the feeling you didn't realize mina licking up, your fluids, off her hand. she pulls her fingers out and rubs your stomach as you come down from that intense high.

"good girl, you squirted all over my fingers," she leans down a kisses you. you go to pull her closer but she stops you. "no baby girl, we've only just begun," she laughs. she moves to put one of her legs underneath yours and the other over yours. she hold one of your legs as she rocks herself back and forth.

you moan out as she rubs your stomach. she kept a slow pace knowing that your probably achy. she lets out small little mewls in pleasure. after the first few seconds of soreness turned you pleasure you move your hand you her hip to quicken her up. within seconds she was riding you and the bed was creaking. she moves you leg to on her shoulder and she goes faster. she looks down and watches your boobs jingle at the speed. you grip onto the sheets as she feels herself getting close. she moves your leg off her shoulder and you spread them further apart and mina comes. she moans out your name and rides you till she comes down from her high.

she moves her legs to straddles you. she leans down onto your chest and kisses you your hands creases her hips and waist. she sits up and grinds slightly on you. she hands crease her hips as she feels herself. her hands slide up to her breast and she massages her boobs. you look up and watch her through half lidded eyes. she leans back down and kisses you again. you wrap your arms around her shoulders as she bites your lip. she smile and she forces her tongue in. she explores every inch of your mouth. her hand rests at the slide of your neck as she pulls away just to come right back, make sure to make a sloppy noise.

she sits up and grinds against your stomach. your place your hands on her hips. one of her hand firmly planted on your chest. she grabs your hands and slowly brings them above your head as she shifts up on your body.

her knees are at your shoulders. she grabs her fingers into your hair as you wrap your arms around her legs. you kiss her wet folds. she held onto your hands as you lick her clit. she sank down onto your face when your tongue accidentally slipped into her. you continue to eat her out while her hand pulled on your hair and your fingertips leaving bruises on her thighs.

she fell on to her hand and started grinding on your face. she moaned out and said how good you make her feel. you sucked, licked, bit, trusted, lapped every inch of her pussy. your nose pressed into her clit which sent her over the edgy.

her thighs clamped around your head as her legs shook. she screams out in pleasure as you try to free your head. she loosens up and you continue to eat her out. you lap up every last drop from her. she falls on to her back and lays there trying to catch her breath.

you sit up and crawl to her. you lay on her chest as she plays with your hair. you kiss her chest. she leans down to kiss your head.

"damn, we definitely should have done this sooner," she sighs. she gets up to get her phone and a two beers. she walks back to bed but stops and laughs. "what time did we start the game?"

"hmm, idk?" she shrugged as she hands you a beer. you chugged it with a sigh. mina gets back in to bed as you snuggled up to her. you instantly closed your eyes and in a few minutes you were completely out.

you woke up to the bed vibrating. you opened your eyes to mina sleeping. you pick up her phone to see a ton of texts coming in.

you chuckle which wakes mina up. you looks at you and you turn the phone to her.

"ha, i guess people enjoyed themselves just as much as i did," you scrunch your face at the comment, "what did you not enjoy yourself, because we can try it again," she laughs.

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