#one down .. !

[rwrbmovie]

Red, White & Royal Blue: deleted scenes

+ more: + extended paris scene, pez at polo, extended paris cafe date

[kanmom51]

Jin is home!!!

Finally.

The day has come.

And good play Hybe.

Leaking to Dispatch that the boys will be taking time off to greet Jin home, but not at the base, cause that's not possible, lol.

They all showed up, apart from Yoongi. Kind of had a hunch they would be seeing the amount of blue/black suits that were waiting outside. And when that green cap peeped just over the black car waiting...

So, let's talk a bit about it, shall we?

First of all RM. Cause he most definitley deserves to be mentioned first. 🤣🤣

He's a legend. A hysterical hilarious legend!!!

So, Hobi, RM and Tae on leave, showing up in civies.

And JK and JM, together, of course, coming in uniform. So, most likely they were allowed out only for the day, having to return to base later on.

Same uniform. Same tags. Together.

FOREVER!!!

(I'm not the only one that noticed, right?☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼)

And are those oven burns?

For those with a keen eye you can also notice a couple of other things. Lots of hugs going on. Different types of hugs.

And Jin... our lovely Jin... such a sweetheart.

Got our BTS fix for the day.

Me sitting here writing this hoping that we will still be getting just a little more too... like an official pic from the boys, for instance (not setting my dreams too high).

And tomorrow we get Jin live.

Yeah, still hasn't fully set in.

Jin is home!!!!

[macabr3-barbi3]

Welcome to Kinktober 2024 everyone!!! I'm so stoked to be part of this with a group of such amazing and talented writers- you can find the Masterlist for the Coven right here, where everyone else's phenomenal works will be compiled and updated so you know what's on the menu and what's already been served 😈

thanks to the coven for letting me be a part of this super exciting month 😁 @hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely @sugoi-writes @synamartia (who made the stunning banner above), as well as my beloved @fraugwinska who made all of my work banners bc she is a gem and I love her 💗

Summary: Vox owns a club, Val insisted on putting a gloryhole room in it. Imagine his surprise when two unexpected guests show up on either side of a wall

Maybe Vox should have been paying a little more attention to the cameras at the entrances, rather than watching Valentino try to recruit more whores (on his dime) at the bar. His short-circuit during a fight with the Radio Demon the other day had perhaps played a large part in six of Val’s actor’s getting flash-fried during a pool shoot, and he was trying to get back into the moth’s good graces; he had given him the company credit card, got him a new Carmine angelic gun, he had even agreed to the suggestion of putting a fucking gloryhole room in the back of his new club. His eyes had hardly left Val all evening, and it wasn’t until he noticed a familiar screen malfunction from his peripheral that he realized who had entered his club undetected and slipped into the very room that had made Val’s anger with him diminish.

Maybe if he had been watching anything besides Val he would have seen Alastor’s shadow slip in through a window to let him in the employee entrance and walk unbothered to the room with the holes in the wall.

As soon as he noticed he choked on his tongue, hacking up a lung as well as he could without turning away from the feed. It really was fucking him- the screen was glitchy but he could still see the red of his suit and his fucking hair, that goddamn cane that he rested against the wall in a position that made it seem like it was staring directly into the camera back at Vox.

What the fuck was he doing here? And more importantly- which side of the wall was he on?

Because fuck if he remembered what system Val had set up for determining which side of the wall was for sticking your cock through and which was for the warm hole on the other end. He thinks he deleted it from his drive as soon as Val mentioned it, so thoroughly unconcerned with anything but appeasing him that he hadn’t bothered to listen. And he’s cursing himself now, as Alastor divests himself of his coat and removes his monocle.

He could go down there, Vox realizes. He could put himself on the other side of the wall of Alastor, and Al would never know. Vox would know though, and it would fuel every jerk-off session for the rest of his afterlife. He hadn’t thought Alastor was interested in this sort of thing, had never even fucking considered that it was a possibility beyond his fantasies back when they were still friends. He stands, ready to zap into the cables for the short trip across town when the door to the other side of the room opens.

And twice in less than five minutes Vox feels like he’s low on oxygen, because no fucking way was that Lucifer.

He lets himself plop back down into his chair, wishing he had moved faster... but curious now as to where this would go- it was no secret that the king had almost as much beef as he did with Alastor. Maybe if he let this play out he could use the footage down the line as leverage- blackmail Lucifer, humiliate Alastor, maybe both depending on how desperate they were to keep the video under wraps. There’s a conversation happening on the screen, but he doesn’t care so much about that, can’t pick up their hushed voices anyway. He starts focusing again when Lucifer strips his shirt off and starts to undo his belt, a golden flush beneath his skin as he pulls out his cock.

A moment passes, then two- Vox isn’t sure he’s even breathing anymore as he waits for the next move, for confirmation of which side of the wall was which. His head drops back against his chair with a regretful groan when Alastor sinks to his knees, hands pressed against the thin wall that bisects the room, his mouth open and waiting. 

Lucifer wastes no time, dragging his fist up and down his shaft twice before he feeds it through the hole, hips pressed flush to the wood and hanging tightly to the handles that Val had insisted on installing. He resolves to focus more on Alastor- the whole thing was recorded anyway, he could always screen an encore- who presses a soft kiss to the tip of the king’s cock before licking down his length, his eyes appearing to flutter from what Vox could see through the distortion. The movements of his tongue are long and languid, like he’s savoring the taste of it between every swipe, fingers curled into claws against the wood.

It could have been him at the other end of that worshipful mouth. The thought wails in his head like a dying animal as he watches one of Alastor’s hands come down from the wall to palm between his legs, finally coming back to the tip of Lucifer’s dick and taking it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Vox finally hears the microphones pick up, and it has to be Lucifer because Al’s mouth is now full of cock. “Fuck, that’s so good.” His hips buck forward and Alastor’s moan is muffled but still staticky enough to make the audio crackle in Vox’s ears. “Come on, honey, you can take a little more.”

Was that an error message crossing his face? Maybe- he dismisses it with a subtle shake of his head, unwilling to take his eyes off the screen for even a moment as Alastor heeds the king’s words and takes more into his mouth, the hand in his lap fumbling with his buttons to free his own cock and fisting it with a whimper and slow, even strokes after he shoves his pants below his ass, shirt falling down to cover him in the back. Vox is following him before he can even think about it, his hand diving down his pants and taking himself in hand while he watches Lucifer close his eyes in ecstasy, panting harshly against the wall.

“Baby,” Lucifer gasps, and who knew the King of Hell was one for pet names with anonymous sex? “Oh fuck, that’s it, fucking perfect- ohhhh…” His moan trails off as Alastor leans further forward, taking more of the king’s cock into his mouth, and fuck, Vox can see the bulge of it down his fucking throat as he sinks down, nose pressed to the soft, curly hair at the base. His own prick twitches in his hand, and Vox gives it a couple of pumps in time with the slow bobbing of Alastor’s head, tip leaking and easing his way as he jerks to the sight on the screen before him.

After a few minutes of this, Lucifer pumping slowly in and out of the warm, wet cavern he’s been presented with, Alastor pulls back- his eyes are teary, voice absolutely ruined when he speaks, and his cock is weeping with precum where he holds it in his hand. “Please,” he says, just loud enough for the mics to pick up, and he’s smart enough to leave the static filter he usually has off so the person on the other side doesn’t recognize him. “Please, more-”

“I’ve only got so much to give you here, sugar,” Lucifer remarks from the other side, a cocky smirk in place. “I might have something to help you out though, s-sweet thing,” he stutters out, as Alastor takes him to the hilt again. Lucifer’s eyes flutter shut, his brow creased in concentration as he snaps his fingers. A golden portal opens on either side of the wall; on the King’s side it’s just about level with his shoulders, and for Alastor…

For Alastor it was behind his crouched figure. Lucifer releases the handle held in his right arm and slips his hand through the portal, coming out the other side and petting a hand gently down Alastor’s spine. Alastor jerks at the contact, his eyes going wide and panicked for a moment before Lucifer offers him a couple calming shushes. “Don’t worry, I can’t see anything,” he promises. “I just thought I’d offer you a hand- you’re welcome to turn around and check if you want.”

Alastor’s whole body shivers, his ears twitching on top of his head before he appears to concede. He pulls off the dick for a moment to mutter, “if you make me regret this, I will eat you,” and then he’s back to choking on Lucifer’s cock like it’s the most important thing to him in the world. He doesn’t even turn around to make sure he was telling the truth.

“Unholy fucking shit,” Vox whispers under his breath as the pale fingers of Lucifer’s hand bunch Alastor’s shirt up, exposing the soft curve of his ass and the hidden fluff of his tail. Another snap and they’re dripping with lube before he brings them to the cleft, moving too slowly to be doing anything more than rubbing at the puckered entrance with the pads of his fingers. Vox was cursing himself for skimping out on the cameras back here- he should have done with the ones on the track that he could shift around the room, because he was at the point that he would give up his entire empire to get a better view of what was going on down there.

Already, Alastor was louder; his whimpers echoed in the bare room, his hand moving faster against his own cock (a rhythm that Vox found himself imitating without conscious thought). Vox can tell when a finger actually enters him, his whole body jerking at the contact before his hips start pushing back against the intrusion.

Over the noises that Alastor was making, Lucifer kept a steady stream of spewing from his own mouth as he slowly worked another finger in. “Fuck, so tight- wish I could fuck you, angel, you’re so good for me. Bet you’d feel fucking perfect- just like your throat, fuck,” he hisses, his hips snapping forward, his fingers thrusting at the same pace. “Shit, you’re gonna make me come- tell me what you need, baby, want you to finish with me.”

Alastor pulls off his cock with a pop, his guard evidently down enough -finally- that there was no distortion on the screen; Vox could see with stunning clarity the tears that ran down his cheeks, the flush of his face, how unfocused and fucking needy he looked from having a dick in his mouth and fingers inside of him. “More, please, I’m so close…” His own erection is straining, precum drooling from the tip over his fingers, and the sight has Vox’s mouth watering, something in his head crackling at the sudden excess moisture.

“Whatever you say, darling,” Lucifer chuckles, and he guides himself back into Alastor’s mouth with a hard thrust of his hips, fingers pistoning with sudden intensity that Al clearly wasn’t expecting if the cry he lets out around Lucifer’s cock is any indication. And Lucifer seems to be very familiar with where the prostate is, because Vox can tell when he hits it dead-on. Alastor’s entire body trembles, hips bucking forward and back with every brush of Lucifer’s fingers against that sensitive spot, his muffled noises growing in volume and desperation. “Fuck, fuck, I’m- oh fuck, cumming,” Lucifer mutters, hip held tightly between his teeth as he throws his head back with a harsh groan. Alastor stays where he is, throat moving as he evidently swallows all that the ruler of Hell has to give him before he spills over his own fingers with a muffled shout. 

Vox doesn’t even get to see the aftermath of it. He comes so hard across his desk that he blows a fuse in his head, connection to the security system short circuiting and causing the entire grid to go dark.

📻🍎📻🍎📻🍎

While Vox dealt with the whole city block of the club being offline, Alastor used his shadows to shift to Lucifer’s side of the wall, peering up at the camera that no longer held a blinking light. “How long do you suppose until he reaches out to one of us, mon ange?” He asks, sliding an arm around Lucifer’s shoulders to pull him to his chest.

“Hard to say,” the King replies, snapping his fingers to open a golden portal for them to step into, back to the hotel. “I’d say a week, just so he has time to jerk off to the footage before he bargains it away.”

By the time the club powers back up, Vox’s eyes searching desperately to see if either of them were still there, Alastor’s echoing laugh had faded from the room.

[extrajigs]

Year of the dragon so great time to work on the dragons of the Abattoirs! Just going down the list til I have all 10 fleshed out.

Starting with the dragon guarding the first Abby! His name is Joel, he was the first of the followers and so enjoys being high up in the list of favorites. Also one of the more loyal dragons, a true believer in the gospel as it were. Calls the Gods Sir and Ma'am despite being told numerous times that they are all on a first name basis. Super pumped to be a dragon though, and one of the few that is capable of some degree of flight!

[pixlokita]

Welcome to your life 😔 there’s no turning back….

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Lamb

@jegulus-microfic August 7, Word count 524

Previous part First Wolfstar part

They raced from Grimmauld Place to the relative safety of the park where Remus and Marcus waited. They’d no sooner hit the grass when Sirius threw off the invisibility cloak and launched himself into the air at Remus. Remus caught him with no difficulty and held him tight. 

“They came back, and I couldn’t help you,” Remus had tears dripping down his face, which he hid in Sirius’s curls. “I thought I’d lost you again,” Sirius couldn’t answer, he just shook in Remus’s arms. 

“As beautiful as this little reunion is,” Marcus interrupted them. “But I think we should make ourselves scarce in case any death eater wannabes spot us,” Collectively they nodded and, with the telltale cracks of apparation, they were gone. 

They should have reappeared where they departed from that morning, but they were slightly off. They’d landed in a field full of sheep. James stared down at the startled lamb in front of him that bleated worriedly before shooting off towards its mother. 

“Shit, I forgot I had Regulus put the protection charms back in place. We’ll have to apparate outside of them and get Regulus to take them down.” Remus huffed as he took Sirius’s hand again and disapparated with a crack, startling the sheep further. James looked at Marcus, who shrugged his shoulders and disapparated after Remus and Sirius. James followed them, not wanting to frighten the sheep further. 

Remus had his wand out when he finally found the point they’d converged at. He was jabbing it into thin air, all that was before him was more empty forest. Then James spotted a shimmer and, in a blink, an entire camp appeared, with Regulus standing opposite them, his wand in the air, mimicking Remus’s movements. 

“We got it!” Sirius said excitedly as he bounded over to his brother, hugging him closely. Regulus’s eyebrows shot up his forehead and his eyes bugged out of their sockets as he recoiled from Sirius’s embrace. 

“Stop that,” He complained, pushing fruitlessly against Sirius’s chest. 

“Sirius, the locket,” James reminded him gently. Sirius immediately dropped Regulus and plunged his hand inside his robes. Regulus glanced up at James but didn’t say anything. James took that as his way of saying thank you for getting Sirius off him. James winked at him and watched his cheeks turn pink before he turned away to look at the locket in Sirius’s hand. 

“That’s it! You actually got it!” Regulus gasped in awe as he turned the locket over in his hands. 

“Don’t sound so shocked, Reggie. You’ll give us a complex.” Sirius huffed at how his brother had responded to their feat of daring. 

“Like you haven’t already got one,” Regulus retorted absentmindedly as he began to wander away, muttering over the locket as he waved his wand in complicated movements. 

“Keep an eye on him, will you Prongs, Remus and I have pack stuff to deal with,” Sirius called to him. He nodded and followed Regulus, moving more than a few obstacles out of the other man’s way to stop him from tripping over as he did whatever it was he was doing to the locket. 

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[shiiro-arts]

GUESS WHO JUST PROGRAMED HER NALU DAY ARTWORK BABY

i'm slowly losing my sanity

[normalamber]

Silver VIP for St Louis ✅

[princescar]

girllllllllllllll

[phantomknights]

im a god

[1988-fiend]

GET READY FOLKS!!!

SPIDER GWEN IS COMPLETE

Tumblr only lets me use ten images apparently but have no doubt I am FREAKING OUT FROM RELIEF AND JOY 🤩💓

Happy Valentine’s Day!! 💝

~1988-fiend

[radio-ghost-cooks]

liveblogging my one piece binge: ep 1

1-2 episodes nearly every night and it's probably gonna take me five years to finish. don't know if the hyperfixation is gonna last that long but HERE WE GO

one piece ep 1 spoilers below!!!

EP 1 thoughts:

i'm not even there and i can tell you that that is NOT a wine barrel. where is the Fucking Spigot

"who's the prettiest woman on the seas?" idk but if you find her tell me

who is this nervous lost pink-haired child

OH WAIT THE PRINCESS GIRL IS A PIRATE????? SLAY

y'know pirate lady you could stand to be a little nicer to ur crew. just a thought. (specifically that little pink guy.)

🎉🎉🎉BREAK INTO THEIR SHIP GIRL!!!!!!!🎉🎉🎉

LUFFY HAS ARRIVED!!!!💃💃💃

bro took a nap in a barrel and honestly i respect that

he likes food. i like that.

i'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to eat random fruits(?) whole. let alone three at a time

"oh so you're a gutless coward too! i don't like you!" LUFFY YOU ALREADY KILLED HIM WITH ANXIETY YOU CAN STOP NOW

*wham-bam-shang-a-lang plays in the bg as she ROBS THEM BLIND*

how much force did she put into that club and how sturdy was he that he launched off the side of the fucking ship meanwhile the club hit his buddies in the head

Luffy is so unbothered. i love him sm

THE LITTLE PINK HAIRED DUDE IS ACTUALLY AMAZING EVERYONE CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP

GO LITTLE DUDE!!!! JOIN THE MARINES!!!!!

y'know this whole time i forgot his name was Coby.

"who's this old hag?" Luffy your comedic timing is immaculate and beyond compare

AND HERE COMES LUFFY WITH THE GRAND SLAM!!!!!

i'm so fucking proud of Coby oh my gods

how do Luffy's joints not ache like hell

did they just capsize her

wow Luffy just does not give a shit abt preconceived notions abt people huh

THE OUTRO SLAPS

[sanctiphera]

Another one bites the dust.

The tyrant who celebrated October 7th and the murders, rapes, beheadings, and hostage taking is no more.

Guess there were no women and children to hide behind.

Haniyeh was worth $5Billion. His wives will be fighting over the money.. when it should be returned to the people.

This guy, the great “martyr”, was a multi billionaire on the backs of poor Palestinians/ stolen aid money. Sacrificing young men to do his bidding. He lived in Qatar in complete luxury. He refused to release all the hostages to end the war. He is now a dead hypocrite.

My condolences to Ilhan Omar, Rashida Tlaib, James Corbyn, and the Hadids, lol.

May he rest in pieces. Going to be disappointed, though, — there are no virgins for him.. or for anyone else either, for that matter.

Hamas leader Ismail Haniyeh killed in Tehran | AP News

[m0ose-idiot]

George Pell is going straight downstairs

[harryforvogue]

YASMINE & HARRY

okay!

***

Yasmine drags herself out of bed in morning expecting a boring Monday. Physical therapy on Saturday kicked her ass and all she wants to do is cry when she forces herself into the shower, barely able to stand up. She somehow manages to get through most of the day, eat a meal, and then head back home to change into her formal attire.

She would love to crawl back into her bed, but at 7pm that night, she has to be at an event at her graduate school. Some of the graduate students have presentations to make regarding their thesis. To formally announce them. She and the other graduate students in her program are invited and highly recommended to join them for the convention and dinner to show support.

Yasmine, out of her mind with pain on Saturday, for some reason decided to RSVP for that event.

It's supposed to be a big thing. But when Yasmine gets there, she doesn't feel all that spectacular. Sitting there listening to her fellow students drone on and on about their projects on a Monday night is not the ideal evening for her. Especially since her back aches so bad. She considers hiding in the bathroom for a moment just to cry a little bit.

The graduate program she’s in has been surprising. She’s surprised herself by making friends with the other teacher’s assistants, by enjoying her classes, and by being a pretty decent TA.

But the one thing that surprises her the most that night is Harry.

The thing is: Yasmine isn’t blind. She sees the way people whisper when Harry’s in the room, about how he looks, his voice, his accent. And she knows exactly why they act like that, especially when he shows up to events looking…the way he does tonight.

Yasmine and Harry have attended several graduate programs where formal wear is required by their university. She’s seen him in slacks and cashmere sweaters, and occasionally a tie. He always looks well dressed, even when he’s in his normal jeans and Vans, but something about tonight makes her pause.

And alarm bells ring in her head.

She has her glass of water by her lips when Harry’s presentation slides illuminate the screen and when Harry is announced, Yasmine has to put the glass down or she will choke on the water.

Because, yeah, it’s no big secret that Harry is attractive. But the way he looks tonight…it’s indescribable.

Yasmine’s known Harry for a few months now. He’s infuriating, much more liked amongst his students, and very intelligent. They don’t always seem to get along, and the memos he sends through his emails are ridiculously arrogant at times. She likes to avoid him to make her day better.

Harry walks across the stage casually, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a clicker that he’ll use to work the presentation. He stands at the podium, half leaning, grinning at the people sitting around the tables under him.

His low voice booms across the speakers. “Good evening. My name is Harry. I’m a second year graduate student, TA in the Literature department, and I’ll be talking to you this evening about my thesis proposal.”

Yasmine looks up at him without blinking for several long seconds. He’s dressed in all black, the material of his suit no doubt soft and expensive. His button down shirt is also dark, but a few of the buttons are left unfastened to expose his collarbones, pale skin, and a variety of tattoos that Yasmine’s (unfortunately) too far to make out. His hair is neatly pushed off his forehead and tucked around his ears. Some of the strands near the front are too short, so they keep falling into his eyes as he animatedly talks about his project and what it means to him.

Yasmine is lying if she says she’s listening to a single word he’s saying. With every few movements, Harry blinks at the disruption of those strands, and his hand fusses with pushing the dark curls away. His curls are a lot more defined than they usually are in the mornings when they have class together. They look tousled, lightly coated with product, and well maintained.

Harry moves around the stage a lot, barely looking down at his notes as he goes into some artful topic that his thesis revolves around, but it’s all going in one of Yasmine’s ears and out the other. Because occasionally, he’ll walk over to her side of the room, and he’ll look around at nearly everyone’s face. He doesn't appear nervous at all, and he keeps one hand tucked into his pants pocket as if this is the easiest thing he’s ever had to do. He looks effortless, expensive.

She’s horrified when she realizes it: he looks hot.

And in response, her body feels hot.

As soon as she thinks about it, Harry’s sparkling eyes (that are totally from the overhead light, and maybe from the excitement he feels about his thesis) fall down to hers. She swallows when he holds her eye contact for more than a few seconds, and then a dimple indents his cheek before he moves away and continues to speak to the other side of the room.

Her heart thunders in her chest just from looking at him.

It’s safe to say that she does not retain any knowledge of Harry’s presentation. She’s too busy thinking about other things – such as what the material of his collar must feel like, how well pressed his black button down is, and whether Harry walks around in just his dress pants while ironing his shirt and blazer. What if he had a tie on? It would absolutely be black as well, and knowing Harry, it would be casually loosened to look somewhere in the middle of trying hard and not trying at all.

And he would make it work so well.

His presentation lasts only 15 minutes, and yet Yasmine is left reeling once he smiles and leaves the stage. He walks confidently. He doesn’t take any questions, but judging by the students’ applause, the presentation is well received.

Yasmine thinks she claps. She doesn’t remember. Harry comes out from behind the stage when the next presentation is being set up for another graduate student, and to her dismay (and shock at herself), Harry doesn’t sit at her table, though it has space. He sits elsewhere, at a table in front of hers. She has a view of the back of his neck where his hair elegantly curls against his skin. 

She stares at his neck for a long time, absently thinking about how it would be like to be held in his arms tightly as she kisses that spot. Her body isn’t aching in the way that it was before. It’s experiencing a different type of ache now.

Later when all the presentations are completed, Yasmine gathers her belongings and gets ready to leave. There’s dinner being provided, but she thinks she’s had a weird enough night and its’ time to head home.

Harry stops her when she stands up, putting her coat on. He’s right behind her as she pushes her chair out, turning to another TA to say goodbye.

Harry’s hand is on the back of her chair, and the smile on his face is small, but present. She is very aware of it. 

And oh fuck. To make matters worse, he’s also lost the blazer. He’s left in his thin black button down shirt (that looks slightly see-through? Double fuck.) and dress pants. Yasmine’s hand balls into a fist.

“Hi,” Harry greets. “I thought I saw your name on the RSVP’d list. You don’t come out very often so it was a pleasant surprise.”

“Yes,” she replies, looping her bag over her body. “Congratulations on the successful presentation.”

What she wants to say is something along the lines of, “Why the hell do you look and smell so good?”

Harry leans against the back of her chair. He's chewing gum.

Triple fuck.

“Thank you. Maybe you’ve got some good competition now, hm?”

“Sorry?” She blinks.

“You know,” he says, crossing his arms. Yasmine absolutely does not look at the way his biceps fill out the shirt. She does not. “Everyone loved your presentation a few weeks back. I heard department heads and professors talking about the chance of making it into a full blown research paper. I’m thinking maybe we’ve sparked a little friendly competition between us.” He’s grinning now, holding her eye contact. “It could be fun to work against each other, you know? Work on our thesis so we can use the competition to make ourselves better.”

“I don’t have any plans of working against you,” she says, looking at his neck. “I’m sure we’ll do great individually.”

Yasmine’s eyes drag down over the tattoos on his skin. They’re birds of some kind, and a silver pendant rests between his collar bones. His suit looks neatly pressed and steamed, not a single line in sight.

He looks… so good. That’s not even the right word. He looks enticing, open and enthralling. It’s like he’s playing with her, knowing just how much she’s attracted to him right now. He knows how good he looks. She feels her jaw tense. Why do her fingers ache to run over the soft skin of his jugular? That vein that’s protruding from under his jaw mesmerizes her. She vaguely registers their closeness and how his chest rises and falls quickly. Why does she want to reach over and brush her lips against the slight stubble on his cheeks, just enough to scratch comfortably at her skin. Not coarse enough to sting, but to make her think about his face against her own for several days on.

It’s pitiful how she’s a literature student and yet she cannot find a single word to describe him right now. It’s angering, frustrating. It’s just Harry after all.

Harry stands up straighter. “Careful, Yasmine,” he murmurs, his hands in his pockets now. His eyes are intense, darker. He’s no longer smiling, and his own shoulders are more tense. He bites on the inside of his cheek, and her heart jumps when his eyes dip lower as well, just for a fraction of a second before he’s focused on her eyes again.

“Are you leaving?” he asks when she doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah. It’s kind of late.”

Harry nods, rubbing the side of his jaw. “You don’t want to stay for dinner?”

“Not really. I’m pretty tired. And I’ve got plans for tomorrow.”

The last part is a lie, but it usually works when getting out of stuff. Instead of making Harry give it up, it makes him frown. “What kind of plans?”

“Just…plans. I’ll see you in class.”

“Right.” He steps out of the way to let her go. But at the last moment, his warm hand grabs her wrist. “Hey.”

She looks over her shoulder. He releases her arm lightning quick. “Yeah?”

He smiles faintly. “You look nice.”

I’m going to jump this man, Yasmine thinks to herself. No, I’m going to jump on him. But what she makes herself say is, “Thanks. You, too.”

Later that night, she’ll think about Harry. The way his hair curls beautifully, around his ears. The way he moves. The way he throws his head back and laughs. The way he hugs all the other students and shakes everyone’s hand. Except hers. He’s never gone in for a hug with her. He’s shaken her hand a few times.

Yasmine repeatedly tells herself that this Harry is the same annoying one that likes to push her buttons and make her feel like he’s better than her.

But then why can’t she stop thinking about him? About his dimples and his bright eyes and his tattoos. His hands, the casualness about the way he carries himself, his confidence. She imagines the press of his firm body against hers. The warmth he gives off making the ache in her body lessen.

She goes to sleep that night thinking she’ll forget all about him in the morning.

She ends up being very wrong. Because from then on, she can’t ever stop thinking about Harry. 

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Guess what I did at Otakon? :D