better be a v neck

Fighting For You // Carl Gallagher

“Carl! Go to class!” I laugh as Carl continues to make faces at me through the glass. He pouts but eventually walks off, god that boy is a piece of work. I walk down the main hallway of the place both Carl and I call hell, it’s usually known as school but it’s not to us.

“Hey skank,” I hear a loud, booming voice say from behind me. The reason I call school hell is because I get bullied, mostly by a girl named Madison and a guy called Bryan. Today it’s Bryan and a few accomplices.

“I’m not in the mood Bryan. Fuck off.” I say as I continue to walk down the hall, getting closer to my classroom.

“Hey!” He says as he grabs my arm and turns me around to look at him. “Don’t speak to me like that!” His rotten breath corrodes my nostrils. I cringe as a blob of spit falls onto my face. I rip my arm away from his grasp and wipe the spit off my face. Just as I’m about to walk away Carl shows up.
“Get the fuck away from her!”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” He says as he grabs me once again and pulls me up against his body. “Protecting your little girlfriend? Aw how cute. How are you gonna feel while she’s screaming my name as I fuck her senseless?” He laughs. I gasp as he places a hand on my thigh, just under my school skirt.

“That’s it!” Carl yells as he lunges towards Bryan. Bryan lets go of me and throws me onto the ground so he can fight Carl easier. I didn’t know what to do so I panicked and ran back to get Fiona.

“Fiona! Carl’s in trouble, come help me get him!” I yell as I run through the door.

“Wha-?? What are you talking about Y/N?”
“Ok long story short, I was getting bullied so Carl stood up for me and now he’s beating the shit out of the guy who was bullying me,” I say as I almost run out of breath. Fiona comes over and hugs me as my tears spill down her shirt.

“Carl will be fine Y/N, I promise. Let him deal with this on his own. He’s a big boy.” She tells me. She then lets go of me and makes me a quick cup of coffee. Fiona and I talk about school for a few minutes before a loud bang interrupted us. Carl storms through the door with a busted lip and eyebrow, I assume Bryan looks much worse.

“Oh my god Carl! I’m going to get V so she can clean you up!” Fiona yells as she runs out the front door to get her best friend who just so happens to be a nurse.

“Carl, are you oka-“ Carl places his lips on mine interrupting my question. I sling my arm around his neck as he pulls me up by my thighs and places me on the kitchen table, still kissing me. He begins to kiss down my neck, no doubt leaving hickeys. He then trails kisses up my neck, on my jawline and right back up to my lips. I slip my tongue into his mouth and continue to kiss him.

“Carl! V’s here to clean your…oh.” I hear Fiona walk in through the front door with many feet padding behind her. I pull away from Carl to see Fiona, V, Ian and Lip all standing at the door staring at me and Carl. I blush and hide my face in Carl’s neck.

“I see you’re feeling better already then huh?” V chuckles. Carl just laughs and sits on the bench leaving me sitting on the kitchen table in shock.
“Hah! You owe me 10 bucks, cough up.” Lip says to Ian. I raise my eyebrows at the two oldest Gallagher brothers. “Ian and I had a bet, I said that you two would get together in the next two weeks but Ian said a month.”
“You two are assholes,” I laugh as Ian hands over his 10 bucks unwillingly. Ian looks at me, taps his neck and winks before heading up to his room with Lip following behind laughing. I run into the bathroom to see three large hickeys on my neck.

“Carl! I’m going to kill you!” I yell as I head downstairs.

“Love you too baby girl,” He smirks as he jumps off the bench.


**this is my first imagine so no hate please**

DeCarrington Dressing Guide Part Two

As promised, it’s part two of the DCDG! Want to look more like an elegant lady and less like a dumpster fire? Then read on.

In part one, I talked about some basics between male and female shapes, which I’m going to go into a bit more detail on today.

Shoulders to Hip Ratio 

Take a look at these two below. I’ve used ‘lines’ on a ‘computer’ to draw a line down from where the edge of the shoulder would be, more or less in line with the clavicle. (Apologies for the shutterstockness, I am too poor to spend money on stockphotos for the purpose like this)

As we can see, on the male figure there is a clear space between the line and the hips, whilst the wider hips of the female character do not have this. What we need to do is either make the shoulders appear smaller, or the hips bigger, or ideally, both. So lets look at options.

Making shoulders appear smaller.

If we think of the male torso as being an “inverted v” shape, this is what leads to top heaviness in looks i.e. too much going on up top, not enough below the waist (THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID) So to neutralise, this, we use the opposite shape with clothes. That is, less towards the shoulders, and more towards the waist and below.

Of course I don’t mean literally, or we’d end up looking like this:

BACK ON TRACK

Remember that bit from part one about dark colours receding? Well, that’s what we’re going to use here. Using dark colours on the top half will create the illusion of them being smaller, especially if you are wearing a lighter coloured skirt for example. One thing I do often is to wear a black skinny jacket, to hide arms and shrink my top half.

Certain necklines will work better to minimise chunky shoulders- V necks make the torso appear longer, as do most plunging necklines. Halter tops are great too (90s revival is in at the moment) and scoop necks soften necklines. Just make sure you shave your chest though! 

There are definitely shapes to avoid though- bardot tops are everywhere at the moment, and sadly these are a no no if you have broad shoulders, the visible skin will make your shoulders look broad. Same with wide boat necks. Strapless dresses will also make you look broad, which can make finding prom dresses a pain! (You can hide them with a bolero or shrug though.)

Look for these things:

  • V necks
  • Halter Tops
  • Wide straps
  • Diagonal sleeves
  • Kimono sleeves
  • Narrow lapels and collars
  • Long necklaces

Avoid these:

  • Bardot tops
  • Strapless tops
  • Wide necklines
  • Thin straps
  • Ruffled/detailed/embellished shoulders
  • Shoulder pads
  • Wide collars/lapels



Strapless dress? Use a bolero to hide them shoulders. 

Making the hips appear wider.

Once, again we can use optical illusions to alter our silhouettes. Have you heard that a short person should never wear horizontal stripes? Well, that’s cos the’ll make things appear wider, which is ideal for us. Horizontal striped skirts have this effect. Perfect!

Certain skirt shapes will be better too, skirts with a bit of volume are much easier to style then pencil skirts. This is another article in itself! 

There is another weapon though:

Padding

To push the shoulder to hip ratio to a slightly more workable one, what you can do is use padding. I usually wear padded boyshorts, as they help give me a bit more hip and bum. If I’m wearing a pencil skirt I’ll often put a little bit of extra foam padding in them too to create curves.

There’s also stick on silicon hip pads you can get, but they’re pretty pricey so I’ve not tried them yet. (Maybe I should get an amazon wishlist and put some on it!) 

Using a combination of the above, plus if you are lucky with genetics, you may be able to break some of the above rules, but generally I stick to the above.

Next time I think I’ll look at creating a waist, and proportions. 

Keep it Regal

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oh look another oliness fic
actually, this is more of a scene that would fit probably pretty nicely somewhere much later down the line. it’s cute fjflksfd and it doesn’t really have too much direction but its CUTE

this is completely sfw btw!!!! also a couple notes:

-PDA makes nessa so embarrassed lol
-Oliver speaks Aelish, a language from the country of Aelia, which is where this takes place

i think that’s about it lol i hope u enjoy it!

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She wonders how Oliver would kiss her if there was no reason to hold back.

Nessa draws forth the memory of how he looked today. He’d been wearing a loose, white shirt with short sleeves and a slight v-neck to give him better mobility as he swung his sword around to parry off Adam’s blows. He’d carried a smug air of confidence and it was incredible, she thought, how he was able to hold his own so well against someone she knew was military trained. His slick brown skin had been warm with the flush of exercise. Even now, she can still hear the chorus of his laughter as he stumbled and narrowly missed being cuffed by Adam’s sword.

She shivers. He hadn’t known she’d been watching - Nessa hadn’t even meant to stop and stare. She was merely passing the training yard on her way to the stables when she saw him. He was mesmerizing and he’d made her weak. All she could do was remember how good it feels to kiss him, how he graciously responds to her touch, the way he chases after her even as she pulls away to breathe.

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ya know what they better snap Finn outta that coma stat I’m talking the first ten minutes so he can wear his gay v neck tunics and they better make finnpoe a reality or else I’m gonna have something to say about it

anonymous asked:

hoooooly shit peter is looking good in the caps from the new ep. the hair and the scruff and the on-fucking-point jacket, i'm LIVING for it. SO much better than the ridiculously deep v-necks. like, we get it, you have a great chest, but that shirt looks stupid. I need peter in more FASHION, because i refuse to believe that pre-fire peter was anything but a fashion icon.


That jacket and that everything else was very much working for him, wasn’t it? 

Not gonna lie, Ivan, the cultist robe suits you far better than that V-neck does.

Actually, you look a lot like Squidward.

Also, this has got to be like the eighth time that one of these little escapades has lasted all the way to sunrise. When do these children ever sleep?

Serendipity (Part 1)

A/N: This is a RPF. If you aren’t into that kinda thing, I apologize. Let’s all pretend that Rob’s wife was never in the picture and is happy elsewhere! Thank you all for your support on this fic! I am amazed. You all amaze me. Let’s get this started, shall we?

Series Summary: Heartbreak, long distance relationships, angst, and love: FULL SPEED AHEAD. Y/N is an audio-technician for one of the best sound producing companies in the states. By happenstance, Y/N meets the one and only Rob Benedict, who just so happens to be recently divorced. Y/N never thought she would be relationship material. Until Rob, that is, but is Rob ready for a relationship? Are they ready for a relationship together? 



Chapter 1: No Time Like the Present

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural


Warnings: None. Language, possibly.

Chapter Title Credit: Louden Swain

You sat in the hallway picking at your nail polish. You were a bundle of nerves, more or less. Working for the audio entertainment company ,that happened to help out at different conventions and events, was something that you were a veteran at. You had worked hard to obtain your audio production degree. Landing the job was the easiest part–working with some of the acts was the hardest.

Just last week, someone had ripped you a new one because their mic was too loud, even though they keep yelling at you to turn it up. How was that your fault? You continually turned it up after every request until you got the thumbs up. But after the set was over, the instigator came over and almost made you burst into tears.

So here you were, a week later, worker the Supernatural JaxCon. While you hadn’t worked a Supernatural Convention before, regardless, you had the general logistics of how everything ran.

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this turned out longer than I thought it would (7,690 words), so I cut it in half, but if you guys like it, please let me know and i’ll try to continue it!<3

xxx

The club isn’t that bad. Jason likes the songs that they’re playing.

 

The lights are too bright—and he knows later on, Leo’s gonna make a comment about how he acts like an old man. Jason doesn’t go out much. He’s partial to staying at his apartment in his sweats and reading a good book.

 

However, Piper asked him to be DD tonight, which is why he was willing to leave his comfy abode at one in the morning.

 

He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, pockets his keys, and waves at the club bouncer, Mike Kahale. Mike flashes him a small smile and nothing more. He doesn’t ask for Jason’s history—which is good. Jason doesn’t think he has the energy to chat.

 

Piper isn’t answering her phone, so he goes straight inside and towards the bar.

 

“Hey!” Percy says—while he makes a dozen drinks at once. He grins at Jason, suddenly ignoring the crowd of people sitting in front of him.

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body swapped | @vagantum-custos

it took a minute to process what had actually happened. all ogihci remembers is
a weird flash of some sort. he moved around to check for anything weird, but that
wasn’t necessary. he felt something covering his nose && mouth. what the hell?
reaching up, he realized he didn’t have white skin anymore. looking up at aeona,
who was here with him, he was about to ask if she knew what was going on. he
stopped when he saw his own body back at him. oh

      ❝ don’t tell me i look like you. don’t tell me i know what happened. ❞ it was
     terrible speaking with a mask over his face. in frustration, he tried ripping
     off whatever mask aeona wears all the time without even attempting to
     find what mechanism keeps it in place.

anonymous asked:

Can I get some fashion advice, for a tomboy style?

a careful combination of fit, cut, and color are really important imo!!!

for me personally:

  • when i want to dress boyish but not too head-to-toe baggy, i tone down my color choices to more neutral picks like navys, blacks, tans, earthy tones, etc.
  • if i want to wear some color (like baby pinks!!! i love it when boys wear pink *ㅁ*), i wear either the top or bottom tight and the rest loose (i.e. a boxy tee un/tucked into skinny jeans or a more fitted crop top with baggy high-waisted jeans and an oversized flannel or button down unbuttoned over the top)
  • i also think longer short sleeve tees (like the ones that come down to your elbows) look better for tomboyish styles. also round necks > scoop/v-necks although if the v-neck is a bit loose, that could work too!!!
  • no lace or frills or dainty details!!! i think basic, solid colors and really simple patterns or big/bold graphics are key to a boyish style.
  • also!! caps and snapbacks are a really nice touch to finish off the look + chunkier shoes like nike af1s since they give off a sporty vibe ^_^
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Stupid Boy, Stupid Rumors *Neymar imagine*

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Walking into the house, I looked at the shoes laying around like a trail to the bedroom along with the clothes and what looked to be like glass? As I closed the door behind me trying not to make noise, I made my way to the bedroom. Before I opened the door, I heard noise coming from the other side of it . 

And then sniffing the air it smelt like a woman’s perfume in the air. It smelt like one I didn’t have, nor did I own. I twisted the door knob slightly, and as I pushed the door open. The noise became more clear, and distinctive. Opening it so that I could see, the sight in front of me was one that  I didn’t ever think I’d see nor did I ever want to see.

“N-Neymar?” I said my voice coming out weak

He hurriedly got off of the female, and turned to look at me. His eyes widened as he looked at me, “Y/N-it’s not what it looks like really” He said

I didn’t say anything and I just looked at him, the only thing I could see of the female was her red nail polished fingers touching him. “N-What?” I said

As Neymar made a move and got off the bed, he pulled the covers with him slightly and I was able to see who the female was. I looked from her to him, who tried to come closer to me. I just held my hand out, “Really Neymar?” I questioned

“Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t mean for it to happen, you have to believe me” He pleaded

I scoffed and looked him straight in the eyes, “You’re telling me it’s a mistake that you so happened to be fucking your ex-girlfriend in our bed?It doesn’t seem like a mistake”

He looked between us, “I love you” He said to me

I laughed sarcastically, “You love me?Nice try, you know I thought I could trust you but it seems like I can’t. So I hope you two have a good time together” I said turning and walking out of the door

I heard his footsteps coming after me, so I turned making him stop and look anywhere but me. “And Bruna!” I called out

She stuck her head out of the door with no emotion on her face, “I hope karma comes to bite you in the ass” I said giving her a smile and walking out

Neither of them followed me after that, and I continued on my way to my car. Once I was inside, I let out a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding. Calming myself down before leaving, I headed over to Dani’s house and when I arrived he was sitting outside on the grass. 

I chuckled, and walked over. “What are you doing on the grass?” I asked

He smiled, “Just thinking, what are you doing here?Aren’t you supposed to be with Neymar?”

I sighed, “Now that’s a long story” I said

Dani sat up and patted the spot next to him, and thus I began to tell him all the events of just a short time. By the time I finished Dani was ready to go over there and punch Neymar in the face. Dani scoffed, “Well you’re welcomed to stay here if you want” He said smiling at me

I nodded, “Thanks Dani” 

We talked for a little bit more on his front lawn, before heading inside and watching Disney movies the rest of the night. 

~~1 year later~~

“Lord Dani! How is it that I get ready faster than you do?” I asked going into his room and sitting on his bed

Dani stuck his head out of the bathroom, “Y/N I’m sorry to inform you but, I’m actually looking for a partner in life. You know someone who will enjoy laying on the floor with me without questioning it” He said smirking

“Ha, ha, ha” I  said

Dani laughed and after a while came out of the bathroom doing a little spin, “So what do you think?” He asked

I looked him up and down, “You looked better in the V-neck and jeans” I said

He rolled his eyes at me, and walked to his closet getting his shoes. We walked out of his room, and to his car. Tonight Dani and I had got invited to a party, hosted by one of our friends who also just so happened to be friends with Neymar meaning, of course he was going to be there at the party also. 

It had been an entire year since I last saw Neymar, well saw him face to face. I’ve seen pictures, drawings, and even stickers of him but not in person. He didn’t know I was staying with Dani, even though I’m pretty sure he would get a clue that I was staying here seeing as Dani and I were best-friends.

When Dani and I arrived at the party, it was already in full swing. There were people dancing outside, the music was bumping it could be heard outside and there were also cups already outside on the floor. Dani and I made our way through the dancing sweaty bodies, and to the kitchen. 

Reaching our destination, we grabbed to soda’s out of the cooler and looked around the place. “Let’s have fun” Dani said patting my head

I chuckled, and we went on to the party. I was talking to some guy, when he stopped and looked me up and down. “Is there something wrong?” I asked

He shook his head, “No, I’m sorry but aren’t you Neymar’s girl?” 

I shook my head slightly, “I’m not” 

“Really?”

I nodded my head, “Oh okay” He said

“I’m sorry but can you excuse me I have to go check on one of my friends” I said

The guy nodded, and I left looking for Dani. When I found him, he was talking to someone and they were raising hands. I stayed silent, and kind of in a crowd of people listening to them. “What the hell are you talking about?” Dani yelled

“Dani, I know you know where she is”

Dani sighed rubbing his hand down his face, “Neymar I already told you she told me, that she didn’t want you to know and I have to respect her decision” 

I scoffed, “She’s with a guy isn’t she?” 

“What the hell are you talking about dude?”

“I heard she’s pregnant, and that it’s for that guy” Neymar said

Dani shook his head, and looked up meeting eyes with me. He motioned for me to come over,and I shook my head. “Why don’t you just ask her when you see her?”Dani said

“Like she’ll want to talk to me, she hates me” 

Dani chuckled sarcastically, “I wonder why” He said

“Very funny”

Dani rolled his eyes , and motioned for me to come again. I sighed and set my drink down, walking over I placed a fake smile on my face and gave Dani a hug. “I’m so going to throw you in the pool when we get home” I whispered to him

He just chuckled, and gave me a hug. I turned to face Neymar, and gave him a small smile. “Hey” I said

“Hey” Neymar said looking me up and down

“Well that’s my cue to leave” Dani said as he left

I shook my head, and turned towards Neymar again. “So how have you been?” I asked

Neymar just stared at me, “You’re not pregnant” He blurted

I chuckled, “No I’m not” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that”

I held up my hand, “It’s alright but where did you get I was pregnant from?”

He scratched the back of his neck, “Some of the guys were talking about it”

I nodded, we stood there talking for a few more minutes before Dani gave me the I’m leaving signal. “Um I’ve gotta go” I said

Neymar’s smile that was on his face, left. “What?Why?” He asked

I pointed towards Dani, “He’s my ride” 

Neymar looked between Dani and I, and something seemed to change within him. “I see” 

I raised an eyebrow, “You see?” I questioned

He nodded, “You and Dani, coming together, him not telling  me where you were or what happened to you. You guys are dating” 

I nearly choked on my spit, but my eyes got wide. “Dani and me?Dating you’re kidding” 

He shrugged, “Then why else would you guys be together here at the party?”

I scoffed, “I’m not going to do this with you” I said walking away

Neymar grabbed my arm, and turned me to face him. “You fucked him didn’t you?You know to get back at me for having sex with Bruna?” He asked

The next thing I know, my hand reacted faster than my mind could process and it slapped him across the face. It was like everything at the party stopped, although it didn’t, and it sounded like the slap echoed throughout the party. 

He removed his hand from mine, and held his cheek. “You’re still a dick I see, not even a year could change that” I said before turning and walking out to the car. 

~~2 weeks later

“Y/N can you get the door? I’ll be down in a few” Dani said from upstairs

I sighed setting down my books, unlocking the door and then opening it I wasn’t expecting to see Neymar standing there. “What are you doing here?”Neymar asked as we stared at each other

“I’m studying for an exam” I said stating the obvious

“No I mean at Dani’s house” 

And just at that moment Dani made an appearance slinging his arm around my shoulders, “She’s the roommate at Casa de Dani” He said

“So she was here for the entire year?”

Dani nodded, Neymar looked like he wanted to smack himself in the face. “Y/N, I’m so sorry” He said

Dani looked between us, “Sorry for what?” 

“I yelled at her for having sex with you and all this stuff”He said

After Dani and Neymar went at it having another yelling match, Dani went to the back of the house to do something. I turned towards Neymar, “Do you have business here?” I asked

He nodded, “Y/N I’m really sorry, and I was wondering if you’d like to hang out sometime” He said

“Us?”

Neymar nodded, “Yeah, we could go get lunch or something maybe a movie?” 

I stared at him for a little bit, “Um sure”

He smiled, “Then I’ll see you tonight at 9″ He said placing a kiss on my cheek and leaving

“What just happened?” Dani asked 

“I just agreed”

I hate men.

For a very long time, I used to make exceptions. Saying things like “I hate most men”, or “some guys are just assholes”, etc.

But you know what? I’m done with that. Because I hate men. I hate the way they believe that their opinion is always relevant and necessary, often when a subject doesn’t effect them at all. I hate the way they don’t even question the patriarchal mindset behind every single law in existence. And I hate, hate, HATE the way they will cry victim any time a woman dares to assert herself.

I hate that, in a debate about a middle school girl’s right to be comfortable, they claim there’s no subtext of rape culture behind the idea of blaming her clothing for a boy’s failing test scores. I hate that they don’t even consider the idea that maybe the women speaking on the subject might be women who have been personally violated by some boy that was never told that a girl’s clothing is not an excuse for his behavior. Who have lived their lives ashamed of their own skin because they were always reduced to sex objects, and even their schools reinforced that concept.

I ache for the girls who bled too early and were labelled as sluts because juniors clothing doesn’t believe a girl should have hips, a butt, or breasts. I cry for the children that were ripped from innocence too soon, because “boys will be boys” and she should’ve known better at twelve years old than to wear that v-neck t-shirt. Even though she just grew those breasts and doesn’t want to shop in the women’s section yet. For the girl who lives in a desperate confusion, because society (MEN) tell her she must be both sexy and invisible. For the poor girl just learning what it is to cramp and bloat and have her body attack her every month, but be told she can’t dress comfortably so that she can get through her classes without more unnecessary pain, all because some boy is failing and is looking for an easy scapegoat that society will go along with.

I shake with anger, and I cry for these girls.

And I hate men.

OOC: Whispered Confessions in Whispering Galleries

Written with @accio-ogdens, who I would love to whisper secrets to in holy places


Draco’s sprawled out on his bed, Harry’s cheek resting on his chest as Draco plays with his hair. They’ve had a lazy Saturday morning, and haven’t yet decided what they will do today. His voice still rough from sucking Harry off in the shower earlier, Draco asks, “How would you feel about going back to London?“ 

Harry sets his chin on Draco to smile up at him. "I’d definitely feel good about that.” Trailing his fingers over Draco’s ribs, he asks, “Anything particular in mind?”

Draco smiles and tugs one of Harry’s curls. “Well, we missed a lot of the more iconic London places last time, so I thought we could go to central London. Admire the architecture, do some shopping, fuck in front of some Muggles. That sort of thing.”

Letting out a peal of laughter, Harry nods against Draco’s chest happily. “Sounds absolutely perfect.” He slaps Draco’s flank lightly and pushes himself up onto his knees, pouting down at Draco’s stretched out form. “Other than it meaning we’ll have to get dressed.”

“We don’t have to. We could go like this, cause a riot.”

The corner of Harry’s mouth quirks up. "On second thought, let’s get dressed.” He leans down to press a quick kiss to Draco’s sternum before pushing himself off the bed. “I’m not keen on the idea of letting everyone look at you.”

“Oh?” asks Draco slyly, sitting up to watch Harry’s arse sway as he walks over to his trunk. “And why is that?”

Harry picks up a pair of jeans and steps into them, turning around to cock an eyebrow at Draco as he zips himself up. “Because you’re mine,” he says simply.

Draco’s smile spreads across his face, and he glances down as he tries to collect himself. “I am,” he agrees, voice soft. “Absolutely.” He slides off his bed, moving over to kiss Harry’s shoulder before heading to his own trunk and frowning at the contents. After much speculation, he settles for skinny black trousers, a grey sweater, and his favorite leather jacket. He sits on top of his trunk as he tugs on his combat boots, saying conversationally, “Personally, I don’t mind if people get a look at you. I like to show off my assets.” 

Flushing, Harry shakes his head. “You have better assets,” he mutters, pulling on a black v-neck and a charcoal jumper. His eyes widen as he glances back at Draco. “How is it you always look so bloody hot?”

Draco grins, jumping to his feet and tugging Harry in for a hard kiss. “Because I am so bloody hot,” he murmurs, sucking enthusiastically on Harry’s tongue. “And don’t disparage your assets. They’ve been very good to me.” Draco smacks Harry’s arse sharply.

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