#i wrote out the word lipstick bc I was like oh this makes sense then I doodled it

[ofantediluvian]

The littlest things give Dove euphoria

[beomglocks]

happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

[ditch-witches]

Insufferable (iv) - George MacKay x reader

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3)

requested: yes/no (this is it. i'm done finally. thank you for your time.)

God bless @/okay.l0z

"Hi! I've been reading your fics and I love them so much bc there's hardly any around. I was wondering if you take insta requests and if so can you do one with George and the reader are like enemies to loves and they have really cute moments but then end up fighting all the time and then it escalates and they end up having sEx and then get together or something bc I will THRIVE IF YOU DO!" ... "Is it bad if I want it long ass?"

pairing: George MacKay x reader

warnings: an annoying ass insecurity moment, mentions of matcha

word count: 1,412

a/n: We wrote this during a sorority's pledge night and thought we were in the middle of a cult initiation ---- Basically the same thing but they didn't offer us any of the blood of previous sisters. #bummed

You laid awake most of the night, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. What had you done. There was a clock hanging on George's wall near his bed, the ticking seeming to grow louder and louder as you noticed it. Where did the lipstick come from earlier. His duvet was blue, not uncharacteristic for him, but you were pleasantly surprised at how soft his sheets were and that he slept on the side you usually avoided. Did you even love him.

Did you even love him?

What if you had been so wrapped up in passion and rage that it just felt like you did? As your high began to wear off, you wondered why you were even there. George deserved better than someone who wasn't sure. How could he have been in love with you for so long yet he chose now to make it evident? Why couldn't he have told you years prior, when you weren't finally getting somewhere with your career? The horrific aspect of it all was the fact that as soon as the sun came up the next day, the next day of your real lives away from the theatre, George would have the possibility of deciding that he didn't actually love you. Then where would you be? Back in bed with Mark, living out your dreary day-by-day as if nothing had ever happened? As you laid there, thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen, there was still one major thing on your mind: Where did the lipstick come from?

As the sunlight began to peek through the blinds, your heart sank. You felt sick and worried, knowing that at any moment, he could wake up. What would you tell him? 'I don't know what's going on. You deserve someone who does. You deserve someone who wears that shade of lipstick.' Surely not. You turned your head to look at George, his hair sprawled out over his dark pillowcase as he slept peacefully, the covers wrapping around his bare torso. The stripes from the blinds barred across his back, the latter pattern changing every so often as the sun moved behind a cloud or higher into the sky. His face was calm and without the intensity, it holds when he's awake, mainly a difference between when he's deep in thought. He looked younger and almost zen. You itched to know what he was dreaming.

You bit your lip slightly and without thought, picked yourself up out of bed to silently sweep your clothes up from around the room. Guilt weighed on your heart as you took one last look at the boy before you left his apartment. You needed to run, to keep running until your lungs burned and your legs could barely hold you up, something else to give you feeling rather than having to sort your feelings out. So you did, in your new dress and bare feet; you ran.

In the next few weeks, you attempted to gather your thoughts and sort your life out. How could you invite George in when you didn't even have a spot for him? You started off by addressing the fact that you had gotten kicked out of your own show for punching an understudy. You had texted the director earlier begging him to meet up so you could explain the situation in the hopes of smoothing over whatever feathers you had inadvertently ruffled. Thankfully he had agreed.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I wasn't firing you. I literally just wanted you to calm down."

You thought about his sentence said over a steaming cup of a matcha flavored drink, his rowdy hair blowing frantically around his head as your eye twitched slightly. Your head filled with new script plots and coursework to mix with the overwhelmed unease you experienced whenever George flashed into your mind.

His face, his hands, his voice. Every sacred touch from the man seemed to be tattooed on you, but the thought of him only came to you at night when you were alone with your never-ending stream of consciousness. You thought mainly about what it was like to finally rest in his arms. It had been too long since you hadn't talked to him. Had he forgotten about you? Had he moved on to whomever the lipstick belonged to? You started staying in most nights, catching up on work to keep you busy.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Why had he said that? Why hadn't you said it back?

It was in November when you got an email from your local movie theater about a "throwback" night. Headlining was none other than Judge Dredd. You chuckled to yourself slightly, looking at the paperwork surrounding you and---for once---thought fuck it. You deserved a night off. Grabbing your jacket and heading out, you noticed it beginning to snow. You pulled your jacket tighter around you to combat the cold air, your mind briefly drifting to the night when you were stuffed into George's car, bundled up in his hoodie. You were within walking distance to the theater, and after getting your ticket, your seat was even easier to find. Judge Dredd hadn't made it big in the '90s---shocker---so you were honestly surprised that more than four people had shown up to the screening. Sinking into your chair, you felt small. The movie flashed onto the screen and you chuckled to yourself at the opening song, thinking of the last time you had seen the film with your brother.

And George.

The seat next to you creaked as someone settled in beside you. You didn't think to look up, only the thought of why they would have picked that seat when the whole theater was basically free crossed your mind. A familiar scent invaded your senses, your brows furrowing as you turned your head, catching the gaze of George. The two of you shared a look, your heartbeat quickening as the blues in his eyes seemed to deepen. He didn't look sad, his expression still dressed like the day on the street. You wanted to cry, finding it hard not to tell him everything at once. Instead, you turned back to the screen, breathing shallowly. A few moments passed of Sylvester Stalone's voice filling the theater until your hand fell beside your leg, wanting to be closer to George. You didn't look at him again, biting back the emotion threatening to spill over. His pinky reached out for you and you moved to grab his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his. He let out a sigh of relief and you took the opportunity to lean towards him, resting your head on his shoulder, the softness of his sweater feeling like home to you. You exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in, finally feeling at peace.

"I love you," you whispered.

EPILOGUE.

You slipped your dress on, struggling to get the zipper up, feeling like you had lost your independence. You had been spoiled with a man that would zip you up without being asked. You groaned slightly, tugging your shoes on instead and calling out. George peeked around the doorframe, his eyebrows raised slightly as he tugged at his cuffs. "Do you mind?" You asked, holding up your hair and turning your back to him. You heard him chuckle, walking over to you and zipping your dress up, placing a kiss to the back of your neck. "I feel like a damn beached whale."

George let out an almost snickering response. "I love whales."

"You're not helping." You turned to him, rolling your eyes slightly. His features seemed to soften as he looked you over. He still looked at you like you were standing beside the altar next to him.

You stretched your back. He shrugged. "We could skip?"

"No, last time you said that I got pregnant." You fought not to smile at your own complaint. "I'm done being pregnant. Maybe if you win tonight, it'll be over."

George rolled his eyes, bending slightly to mockingly rest his cheek against your stomach. "Take your time, little one. Mummy's just being an ass."

You pushed him away from you. "Stop corrupting her! I'm supposed to be the favorite parent!"

He crossed his arms, a smirk playing at his lips. "Oh, I beg to differ."

You pushed past him, grabbing your bag as you left the room. "You're insufferable. You know that?"

"Bite me."

[finnofamerica]

I was tagged by @kabeswaters and @carolinesbookworld

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on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? 0

describe yourself in a hashtag? #toostressedtobedepressed

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? hmmmmmmm, Well that’s a thinker isnt it? Probably my long neglected love Dean O’Goreman

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? Hey get a load of this disaster of parental/abandonment issues. 

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? If I told you then you would know. 

what’s your wake up ritual? Turn off alarm, get dressed/shower, brush teeth, plan for day, breakfast, coffee. 

what’s your go to bed ritual? Brush teeth, use bathroom, put electronics away, make bed, crawl under covers, sleep. 

what’s your favorite time of day? 2am when everything is quiet and there’s nobody on the streets, best time for a drive. 

your go to for having a good laugh? John Mulaney, and stand up comics in general. 

dream country to visit? Finland for obvious reasons. 

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? Uhhh,,,, That my coworks actually like working with me. 

heels or flats/sneakers? Converse or work boots

vintage or new? I like both. It just kinda depends. 

who do you want to write your obituary? My best friend, she’s the only one who could do it bc I can’t imagine anyone knowing what she knows. 

style icon? I don’t have one? I just try my best. 

what are three things you cannot live without? Music, food, Skylar. 

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? Teryaki sauce

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? My 4-H team. I need my girls. 

what’s your biggest fear in life? Working hard to find out that all of my efforts were for nothing. 

window or aisle seat? window because the aisle makes me anxious and I like the lights of cities at night.

what’s your current tv obsession? Ragnarök on netflix. It’s so good and you get to see Herman Tømmeraas shirtless. 

favorite app? Tumblr where nothing makes sense and the points don’t matter. 

secret talent? I’m pretty good at accents. 

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? Run away.

how would you define yourself in three words? Anxious, Loyal, Persistant. 

favorite piece of clothing you own? A shirt that my Music Teacher made me in highschool. 

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? a hoodie

a superpower you would want? The power to refill things. Refill my bank account, refill the bladder of someone who its annoying me, etc. 

what’s inspiring you in life right now? Spite. 

best piece of advice you’ve received? People keep telling me to relax so.......probably that. 

best advice you’d give your teenage self? Keep doing what you’re doing and you will get what you want. The pain you go through now will make you the woman you were meant to be.

a book everyone should read? The Children of Blood and Bone. 

what would you like to be remembered for? Working so hard that my body goes into shock. 

how do you define beauty? Who gives a shit? As long as you think you’re beautiful, isn’t that all that matters. 

what do you love most about your body? I got curves for days, sugar. 

best way to take a rest/decompress? I miss being able to walk down to the ocean, sit on a rock and just breathe. 

favorite place to view art? Well,,,,,,, a museum I suppose. 

if your life was a song, what would the title be? Oh lord.......... Um....... Take a Break. 

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? Bass, I’m already a bass player, now I just need to get really good at it. 

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? My best friend’s step father is actually designing my tattoo for my left shoulder. 

dolphins or koalas? koalas, but that’s probably bc I’ve heard of dolphines trying to fuck humans. 

what’s an animal that represents you? While I love foxes, I’ve been compared to a cat more than once. 

best gift you’ve ever received? Uhhhhh, considering I can’t remember the last time I actually recieve a gift.....

best gift you’ve given? My bestfriend loves snails, so for her birthday I got her a snail necklace that she wears a lot. 

what’s your favorite board game? Scrabble. I know a lot more words than my siblings, all things considered. 

what’s your favorite color? Green

least favorite color? Yellow 

diamond or pearls? Diamonds??

drugstore makeup or designer? Neither bc I don’t like makeup. 

pilates or yoga? yoga

coffee or tea? depends on the time of day, but both. 

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? Caroline mentioned Palindrome which I like, bc I love palindromes, but I raise you Aibohphobia which is the fear of palindromes which in itself is a palindrome. 

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk

stairs or elevators? stairs

summer or winter? Winter, early January, everything is dark all the time. 

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? Chili and Cheese over rice or Mac n’ Cheese

a dessert you don’t like? Flan

a skill you’re working on mastering? writing, and I should probably take advantage of my free time to actually learn how to play my guitar. 

best thing to happen to you today? I wrote 2222 words which not only is all twos but it’s also a palindrome number and I love palindrome numbers. 

worst thing to happen to you today? I realized once again that I will never make my father proud and he proubably couldn’t care less about me. 

best compliment you’ve ever received? My friend (I’m white) once told me that deep down inside I’m an angry native woman. (Which is the best compliment, especially when it comes from a native herself) 

favorite smell? Petrichor. 

hugs or kisses? I kinda find the idea of kissing weird, so hugs. 

if you made a documentary, would it be about? Probably what it’s like to be on the crew for a touring band, not the band itself. 

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? The Hobbit movies. I cry when Fili gets stabbed every fucking time. 

lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick

sweet or savory? sweet

girl crush? Danielle Nicole and Haley Reinhart

how do you know you’re in love? ???? Love??? Never heard of her??

a song you can listen to on repeat? Africa by Toto - I know its a meme but I’m not joking. Other than that probably Use Somebody by Kings of Leon

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? My “rival”. I don’t really give a shit about what she’s doing right now, but I would like to idk steal all her batteries or something to just make her life suck. But then again, she’d be living my life and she’s a psychopath and would probably try to kill me. 

what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? Having the free time to actually write and getting to know my best friend’s family better.

[nevilledeservedbetter]

Harry wearing lipstick while  Draco has messy hair, Drarry fic

So I wrote a drarry oneshot based on these ideas/headcanons:

- More feminine Harry who starts wearing better looking clothes, lipstick and growing his hair out and who decides he will not have people decide his life anymore and so gets better at saying no and doing more what he wants (though he still has a bit of a saving-people-thing.

- More masculine and careless Draco who doesn’t care that much about looking formal/powerful anymore and rather goes for a softer yet rugged look with wilder hair with no gel, sweaters and plaid and muggle clothes (bc they’re just more comfy and varied!), and maybe a bit of a beard? And who doesnt sneer at people or act mean but still has (kinda faked) confidence and a self-assurance hes building up with how its not his fault he had to do the stuff he did, tho he still apologises and regrets the stuff he couldve done something about

- them being a bit of the opposite of what they are commonly shown as in fics (Draco is so often long haired and feminine while harry more rugged and bearded etc.) 

Tags: drarry, first kiss, potions, potions partners, Harry in lipstick, Harry in a skirt, Harry with a bun, Draco with messy hair, gay boys in love

Words: 1100

Thank you to beta reader @irldothewindything !

Potter was wearing that strong red lipstick and biting his lower lip at the same time. His hair was coming loose and curling out of his bun as he bent over the potion they were working on. Of course, Draco had to be paired with Potter on a day Potter was wearing Draco's favorite lipstick and then also wearing a skirt and pulling his hair in a bun. It was getting harder and harder for Draco to ignore his urge to kiss Potter, and he had given up on not staring at his lips an unusual amount of time.

Malfoy's hair was loose and wild in its short-but-not-too-short style, looking like he had just been thoroughly shagged (and that was an image Harry needed to stop thinking about). Harry and Malfoy may be friendlier now, despite their continued arguments, but that didn’t mean Harry should think such things about him, at least not in class. He had discarded his robes, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his tie loose. He didn't seem to care so much about his image after the war. At school at least, he seemed to wear what was most comfortable, and with his damn gorgeous body, he of course pulled it off brilliantly. At least, that’s what Harry thought.

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And now they were paired up for potions and Malfoy's hair was getting even wilder in the steam that filled the room. At the moment, he sat by in his chair as Harry stirred, and Harry couldn't help but sneak glances at him over the cauldron only to see Malfoy was now staring right back. At Harry's lips.

He seemed to do that quite a lot since Harry had started wearing lipstick and he wondered if he had something against guys in lipstick or make-up. He didn't really seem to be staring in disgust though, and as Harry let go of his lower lip (that he had been biting) - did Malfoy's breath hitch? Could it be Malfoy might be more interested in something more than Harry thought?

Shit! Potter was staring back at him! Did he notice him staring at his lips and starting to lean forward? Draco hurriedly went back to his notes, writing some bullshit about stirring that he wasn’t even sure would make sense. "Malfoy?" Shit.

"Yeah?" He looked up at Potter, focusing on keeping his eyes away from his lips, though Potters eyes were also beautiful with their green ring, and was it just Draco or were Potter's pupils abnormally dilated?

"I think I’m done stirring, what do we do now?"

Draco checked the book. "It needs to simmer for a few minutes before we add the rest. I think we need some more ingredients from the storage, so I can go get those."

Potter adjusted the flames so the potion would be down to a simmer. "I'll come with you."

Fuck. Draco needed a moment to compose himself. "You don't have to."

"I want to, there’s nothing else to do."

"Fine." Draco couldn’t come up with a better excuse so he turned and headed to the storage cupboard.

Harry smiled. Perfect. Now he could check if maybe Malfoy fancied him back. Harry followed Malfoy in and closed the door behind him, leaning against it. He smirked and looked at Malfoy. Malfoy searched the shelves for the ingredients they needed without looking at him. "Malfoy," said Harry after a moment of appreciating Malfoy’s profile. Harry bit his lip again as Malfoy looked at him.

Malfoy swallowed audibly and cleared his throat. "Yeah?"

Harry took a step closer, which brought them quite close in the small cupboard and Harry needed to tilt his head up slightly to look into Malfoys eyes. He let his eyes flick to Malfoy's lips before speaking. "What ingredients do we need?" He tried to keep his voice normal, but it came out a little low and breathy.

Draco's control snapped. First Potter leaned against the door in that way, then he bit his red lip again, and then he moved closer and now he looked at Draco’s lips and spoke with a voice audibly affected?? So, Draco had to look at Potter's soft-looking lips again. And looking at his lips when he was this close meant he couldn't help but lean forwards and tilt his head. He heard Potters breath hitch and noticed him stretching upward and parting his lips, his breath ghosting over Draco's. And how could Draco stop then? He couldn't.

He leaned in the last bit, finally feeling his lips press against Potter's soft lipstick covered ones. It was better than he could've imagined, and he let out a groan as his eyes fluttered shut. He reached up, with one hand on Potter's neck and one at his hip over his skirt as he pulled him closer. Potter - or maybe he should allow himself to call him Harry in his head now - let out a soft gasp before kissing back passionately.

Oh, Merlin. Harry was in heaven. Malf-Draco. Definitely Draco now. Draco's lips had looked firmer than this. Harry hadn't expected them to be as soft and pliant as they were. Harry finally got to card his fingers through Draco's soft hair - and oh, it was like silk, so soft and thick and perfect to touch. Harry leaned forward more, letting their chests touch as well. He slid the hand he had laid on Draco's chest around to his back as he pulled him closer.

Then the door flung open abruptly and the two boys hurriedly separated their mouths. "-just going to get the last -" Neville stopped mid-sentence.  "Oh. Hi." Neville chuckled. "Mind giving me the aconite?"

Draco and Harry scrambled the rest of the way away from each other and Harry grinned bashfully at Neville while Draco occupied himself with adjusting his clothes and searching the shelves for aconite, despite the blush staining his cheeks.

"Sorry, Nev," Harry said.

"Here," said Draco shortly, handing Neville a small jar.

"Thanks." With that, Neville left, letting the door glide almost closed.

"Well," Harry cleared his throat. "I suppose we should get back to our potion too then."

Draco felt like he had been in the cupboard for a long time and had almost forgotten about how their potion was supposed to simmer for only few minutes. It felt like it had been a lot longer than that, but at the same time much less.

"I suppose," Draco said as he got properly back to reality.

"So, um, what do we need? Aconite?”

"Er, yeah," started Draco, his mind blank of other ingredients as he looked back at Harry and his flushed and disheveled appearance, making Draco blush all over again.

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So the dream that Tumblr didn’t want to post. Rip. This probs won’t be as specific as the first version which I wrote right after waking up but I wrote down notes so I’ll write this based on them.

So I watched a video which was basically some guy explaining about why ghosts and shit can’t be real. I went into a house that was apparently haunted and there were stairs. I sat at the top of the stairs and different kinds of ghosts would come up the stairs and stop in front of me, and I remember there was a voice introducing them. Idk if it was a video or something but yeah. I remember two ghosts. One was this really pokemon-looking one, it had one eye and it would cut off your mouth area if it liked your mouth and then wear it like a mask over its own. I’ll draw it at some point bc it was kinda funny. I don’t remember if it had a name. The other one was a frog that could talk and it looked like it was wearing lipstick. The earlier ghost liked the frogs mouth and it exchanged its earlier mouth for the frog’s own. Then the dream kinda changed and I was at home, and I saw a newspaper on top of our freezer. I got really excited bc I was like “oh it’s about Sherlock!”, so I opened the paper on the freezer and started reading the article. It wasn’t about Sherlock, it was about a ghost/curse that he had investigated, and he had used a pink highlight marker to highlight some words and sentences. In the paper I was reading. Now I’m still not sure if that’s something that’s actually happened in some episode of Sherlock (highlighting words in pink) or did my brain just make it up (I think so). So the curse I was reading about, I recognized it as something I had read about earlier (dream me or in real life, I’m not sure), so I stopped reading about it. The ghost would come to you if you heard/read about it somewhere and apparently I had survived from it before since I knew about it and I was alive. My sister came there and I was like yeah so I’m probs dying tonight and she was like what the hell are you talking about so naturally I explained the whole shit to her. Which meant the curse was on her too. At night, the ghost came. It was a black panther walking on two legs, slightly shorter than me, and it had human hands. It might have been wearing something white, maybe a wedding dress or something, I don’t remember. It stopped in front of me, and I pulled off a strand of my hair and gave it to it. It moved to my sister, who gave it a few of her own hair too. The ghost left. Idk if it was like the next day or what but it was daytime, and me and my sister were in her room. My sister noticed a blood stain on her desk and I went to look in the mirror. I was having a nosebleed. Apparently dying from the curse would happen by bleeding from the nose, then mouth and then eyes. The ghost appears again. For some reason, counting steps was important, idk how or why. My sister tells the ghost that she has to go to school. The ghost takes me on its back in a piggypack style (makes no goddamn sense) and starts carrying me out of the house. There were people on the road next to our house (irl there’s like never people there) like children playing or something. They were looking at us like what the hell is going on. The ghost, being quite small, gets tired rather quickly and it tells me it can’t carry me anymore. I don’t remember if I argued or got off immediately. Soon, however, I push it under a truck driving by, and it disappears. I walk the short distance back to our house, and there are a lot of people at the edges of our driveway, I don’t remember what they were doing really. There was this man, maybe in his twenties, he had Native American kind of features; dark skin and long black hair. He was really cool. Apparently I knew him. He told me that he was “going”. I seemed to know exactly what he was talking about. He asked me for a favor, which was that when I would “go” too, I’d bring him a lighter because he wanted to light something (a campfire or a pile of hay or straw idk) on fire and cry. This was something even the dream me didn’t understand but I didn’t question it either bc it seemed to be really important to him. I helped him to gather and pack up his stuff. He had this piece of plank, it was pretty wide but not too long. I gave the plank a kiss. I was apparently wearing dark lipstick because it left a stain. The guy was finally leaving and I kind of like patted his head/ruffled his hair which was kinda awkward bc I was shorter than him. I went inside and I told my mom shortly about the favor he had asked from me and she was like ok. I felt like I was in a hurry to get the lighter bc I felt like I was “going” soon too. I still don’t know if the “going” meant like going to another city/country or something like dying. It was really weird bc everything felt so familiar and idk