bubble dance

Celebrating African-American Social Dance

This is the Bop. The Bop is a type of social dance. Dance is a language, and social dance is an expression that emerges from a community. A social dance isn’t choreographed by any one person. It can’t be traced to any one moment. Each dance has steps that everyone can agree on, but it’s about the individual and their creative identity Because of that, social dances bubble up, they change, and they spread like wildfire. They are as old as our remembered history.

In African-American social dances, we see over 200 years of how African and African-American traditions influenced our history. The present always contains the past. And the past shapes who we are and who we will be.

Now, social dance is about community and connection; if you knew the steps, it meant you belonged to a group. But what if it becomes a worldwide craze? Enter the Twist.

It’s no surprise that the Twist can be traced back to the 19th century, brought to America from the Congo during slavery. But in the late ‘50s, right before the Civil Rights Movement, the Twist is popularized by Chubby Checker and Dick Clark. Suddenly, everybody’s doing the Twist: white teenagers, kids in Latin America, making its way into songs and movies. Through social dance, the boundaries between groups become blurred.

The story continues in the 1980s and '90s. Along with the emergence of hip-hop, African-American social dance took on even more visibility, borrowing from its long past, shaping culture and being shaped by it. Today, these dances continue to evolve, grow and spread.

Why do we dance? To move, to let loose, to express.

Why do we dance together? To heal, to remember, to say: “We speak a common language. We exist and we are free.”

From the TED-Ed Lesson The history of African-American social dance - Camille A. Brown

Camille A. Brown is a choreographer fusing dance and social commentary to explore race, sexuality and femininity.

Title Design by Kozmonot Animation Studio 

Stay Professional! Final

NSFW! Work AU! Explicit smut, some fluff and slight angst? : Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s persistence landed him a place in your heart- although a special spot for him was already there to begin with. He was more than just a pretty face. Not only was he exceptionally skilled in bed, he’d gotten to a point where he lived to spoil you… in more ways than one. 

A/N: This is the last chapter of Stay Professional! Quite possible that it’s the most steamy chapter too! Please be aware that this chapter involves explicit smut! NSFW! Derogatory terms, dirty talk, over-sensitivity, spanking.. just full on rough and kinky fucking. Read at your own risk! DomJungkook! x SubReader

You opened your eyes slowly due to the blinding sunlight that pierced through Jungkook’s polished glass windows. You patted around the king-sized mattress, in search of a warm body that’d hugged you all night long. A small smile spread upon your lips at the memories of the passionate love-making the night before. 

“Jungkook?” You called out in an unusual nasal morning voice and waited for a response as you stretched and bathed in the morning sunlight. 

A quick shuffle of feet trotted from across the hallway and Jungkook immediately made an appearance, an effervescent grin on his radiant face. 

“Yes?” He beamed and crouched over your small frame to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. 

You couldn’t help but let your grin grow as big as his from the loving actions he’d spoilt you with. You suddenly noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath the white sheets so you pulled them up higher above your chest and Jungkook’s grin turned into a smirk. 

“You can’t suddenly get shy now, can you?” He licked his lips and briefly brushed them over yours, a quick peck to temporarily satisfy his growing desire to relive last night. 

“Don’t tempt me again, sweetheart.” He planted raspberries down your neck and you giggled at the sensation of his soft lips and puffs of air from his cheek. “This time, I really will punish you.” 

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[GOT7 Reacts] to their s/o doing aegyo to another member

still taking requests or feel free to ask me a bunch of random questions~ JJ

Mark: He sits across the room from you and catches you talking to Jinyoung who seems to be teasing you about your hair or something. When suddenly you’re doing aegyo for him. Mark can’t believe his eyes, since you usually only save aegyo for special occasions. He goes over there and asks “can I help you Jinyoung, need something?” you just say you’re joking around. He sits in between you two “Jinyoungie can have aegyo from me. Your aegyo is mine.” He does a half-hearted ~buing buing~ for Jinyoung and remains settled between you. 

Jinyoung: You two were about to go for dinner but he just needed to grab some stuff from the dorm. As you wait Yugyeom comes out of his room “Anyeong Noona~~” “Anyeong~ Gyeomie~” you say back doing the kwiyomi song hand gestures. Jinyoung see’s you doing this and to Yugyeom of all people “Ya! Kim Yugyeom are you hitting on my girlfriend?! You are so dead when I come home.” he pauses “And [Y/N] you did aegyo for him! You owe me.” He waits for you to do aegyo tapping his foot against the floor and you do an even cuter action. He glares over to Yugyeom with a smirk as you leave.  

Yugyeom: You, Bambam and him decide to go to the amusement park.  And as you are at the top of the coaster you and Bambam cling to each other for a second “Ahh I’m so scared!~” “[Y/N]~~” as the coaster drops so does Yugyeom’s heart. When you get off the ride he pouts for the rest of the day, Bambam decides to go back early, leaving you both alone. “[Y/N] why did you cling to Bambam not me?” You tell him it wasn’t on purpose. He leans down and holds your face in his hands “I’ll work harder to be more manly so you can show me your scared side.” You say “what does that even mean. I just held Bambam because he was more scared than me” and you both laugh at his seriousness then you get on your tippy toes for a kiss.

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Delayed Effect

Jay Park; Fluff


“She’s really cute.”

Jay lifted his eyes off the music sheet he had been writing notes on and looked up at you, sitting on the floor with your legs crossed. Considering the volume of your voice, he knew you were probably just talking to yourself, and he felt bad. You’d been here for over an hour after coming from work, waiting for him to finish rehearsing for tomorrow’s performance so you two could go home.

You clicked your tongue and pressed your thumb on the screen of your phone.

“Who’s cute?” He asked, tipping his head to the right to catch your attention.

“Her,” you replied without looking at him, as if he was seeing the same thing you were seeing. “She’s tough, I’m telling you.”

“So… she’s cute and tough?”

“Mhmm.”

He put his pen to weigh down the sheet. Something in the way you spoke and how your brows knotted made him really, really curious.

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Things to do with your little

Picnics
Dance
Blow bubbles
Have them to teach you to braid hair (if you don’t know)
Take cute pictures
Go look at flowers
Star Gaze
Run through sprinklers
Catch lightning bugs (fireflies)
Go to carnivals
Eat cotton candy
Play video games
Pet cute animals
Spend time with each other’s families
Have a date night
Make new foods
Play in the rain

Dance With Me

Originally posted by babustyles

I’M ALIVE! I promise. But I know, I’ve been gone for aaages, and there’s no excuse for me other than the worst writer’s block. Again, I’m sorry. I can’t promise that I’ll post every week like I used to, but I can say that I’m still on here, even when I’m not writing :) Hope you enjoy! x

Word Count: 1,775 (A lot shorter than my usual, I’m sorry.)

This is Dunkirk!Harry and inspired by this imagine. (Yes I read Bucky stories, don’t judge me. Sebastian is beautiful.) Feedback is greatly appreciated.


“Dance with me.” You utter, fingertips lacing with his. A breath escapes his lips as you tug him into the empty space of your living room, running small circles into the back of his hand. 

The music plays further as your bodies connect like puzzle pieces. Your chest presses to his and you sigh, resting your head against his collarbones. You gently lay kisses onto the area as he squeezes your hands softly. Inhaling his scent, you lift your head and meet with his eyes. They pierce your own but remain sweet and full of admiration.

The record player is a few meters away from you, belting out the song though you can’t help but sing along.

“And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.”

The words drip out with passion and Harry leans in to close the gap. 

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The Sun and The Moon

This imagine is loosely based off a chapter from the book Attachments by Rainbow Rowell (I’d recommend anything by @rainbowrowell!!), and the song Liability by Lorde. Enjoy! :)

Birds sang outside the window. Watching them, I felt envy at how oblivious they were to everyday problems; they didn’t have to fret about money or jobs, or if your boyfriend was thinking of breaking up with you.

“I think Jason’s going to break up with me,” I said softly, already the lump was forming at the back of my throat. Maybe it was the mere thought of not waking up next to Jason’s body, or it could be the fact that Justin’s eyes were burning with pity, aiming their fire directly at me.

“How do you know? [Y/N], I’m sure that’s not the case,” Justin replied with the same amount of softness in his voice, it was enough to send me to sleep. “You know I’m not too keen on him but I can see he loves you.”

“Does he? We hardly see each other anymore, if we did break up I probably wouldn’t even notice.” I stirred my milkshake with the straw, watching the tiny bubbles dance together, and collide whenever one of them missed a step.

“Are you happy?” Justin asked, taking my hand and making me look up at him. “If you’re not happy, maybe this is what you need, it could be good for you.”

“I love him. He’s the person I always dreamed of being with, he’s those butterflies that you hear about when you’re young, the ones you stop believing in when you get your first high school boyfriend and you can’t seem to feel anything but how rough and uncomfortably hot their hand is around yours. He’s the butterflies and the sparks, and the sun and the moon all thrown together in one big mush, I don’t wanna lose that,” I sniffed, making me realise that tears are falling from my chin and onto the dance floor in my milkshake.

Justin nodded. “You need to talk to Jason. You shouldn’t let yourself go getting upset about something that may or may not be real, and as your best friend, I can’t sit here and watch you literally drink your own tears.” He grimaced.

I sniffed again. “You’re right, I should talk to him. I’ll go now, I mean, if that’s okay?”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m about to drink two milkshakes, I’ll be more than fine.” I threw my jacket on while watching Justin pull my milkshake next to his half-empty glass. I gave him a hug around his neck - it was warm in a pleasing way - and pecked the side of his head. “I’ll call you later, if I’m crying, you’ll know to bring the full fat ice cream,” I joked with a hint of seriousness.

The drive home caused my heart to come alive in my chest and I was sure it had never experienced so much panic before which seemed to cause the panic levels to rise, making me panic more, and so on. I attempted to calm myself down by turning up the volume of the radio, a slow song was playing and I let myself get lost so I didn’t have to think about where I was headed.

The moment was perfect, but it had to end. And it did. Before I could comprehend anything I was shutting off the car’s engine and climbing out, setting a foot on the hard concrete and feeling it vibrate through my body. My legs shook as I moved up the driveway.

I knew Jason was home because my car now sat perfectly next to his own. I didn’t look back as I let myself in. “Jason?”

“I’m up here!” he called from upstairs. I followed his voice.

Walking into our bedroom, I saw Jason sat at the small desk in the far left corner of the room, his body hunched over something that I couldn’t see, and something I wasn’t bothered about in the slightest in that moment.

“Jason?”

“Mhm? What’s up?” he muttered.

“Can we talk?”

There was a pause before he swivelled around in the chair so that he faced me, giving me his full attention. All of a sudden my racing heart returned from its small vacation.

“What d’you wanna talk about?” he asked after I hadn’t shown any signs in continuing the conversation.

“I, uh, I wanna ask you something,” I gulped and sat down on the edge of the bed, not daring to get comfortable just yet.

“Shoot.”

“What do you see in our future?” I picked at my fingernails helplessly.

“Why’d you ask?”

The fact that he answered my question with a question set my veins on fire.

“Just wondering.”

“I see us. Together. As we are now,” he said.

“Really? You think we’ll still be together in the future?” I asked, trying not to let multiple questions fall out of my mouth all at once.

“Of course, why would we not be?” he frowned.

“I don’t know, maybe because one of us didn’t want to be?” I chanced a glance at Jason and saw him already looking at me. I could almost see the machinery working in his head.

“..What are you talking about?”

“Be honest with me, be truthful, because lies are ugly, especially coming from someone so beautiful,” I said, and immediately regretted my words, sounding like someone out of a movie. “Something has changed between us, don’t tell me you can’t see it.”

Jason sighed, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what was to follow. My breath hitched in my throat.

“I don’t know what it is,” he said. “Things were great, things were perfect-“

“I know, I was there,” I muttered.

“I don’t think this is working anymore,” his voice rasped, and my Jason had never felt so far away. “We need space.”

“So long story short, you’re breaking up with me? I was right?” I stood up to allow the sadness and the anger and confusion to circuit through the rest of my body instead of getting trapped in my hands, making me want to punch something.
“No, I just think we need some time apart,” he said too calmly. I was angry at him for always looking so at peace, even then, while my world was falling apart. I scoffed.

“C’mon Jason, we all know that means the end. I get it. Stop bullshitting,” I spat, wetness warming my cheeks.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“No,” I laughed, unable to stop shaking my head, “you don’t, you don’t because if you did, you wouldn’t be doing this. You’d stay and love me like I want you to. You can’t love me and still want to leave!”

“[Y/N], I think you need to calm down,” Jason looked at me with so much pity in his eyes that I felt two feet tall.

“What is it? Why don’t you want me?” I whispered, backing against the wall. Jason didn’t make any effort to move from his chair. I don’t think he moved since he turned to look at me.

He sighed, closing his eyes. He looked beautiful and I hated him. “You can be too much, [Y/N]. At the beginning it was cute and it was everything I loved you for. But it’s changed now, I’ve changed. I need time to myself, to think, I can’t have that with you.”

Every word that left his lips - lips that once gave me so much love and attention - shattered my heart just a little bit more.

Jason once took me all the way to Paris to kiss me at the top of the Eiffel Tower. We got lost on the way back to the hotel so we booked a room in the most run-down place in the middle of the city, and he kept me warm and touched me all through the night, not wanting to stop in case it brought us back to reality. All of that seemed so far away. Where had Jason gone?

“I’m too much?”

“For me, yeah. I love you [Y/N], I really do, but I just don’t think this is what I want anymore. I need someone who gives me space when I need it, who lets me invest time into other things. I can’t always be here to take care of you.”

“I don’t need taking care of, Jason, I’m a grown woman,” I muttered. “I want you to leave.”

“Okay,” Jason said. “I’ll be out by the end of the week-“

“No,” I said. “I want you out now. Go on.”

“[Y/N], you can’t just-“

“I can do whatever the fuck I want to, you’re leaving, remember? Get out, I don’t want to be around you right now.” I pulled my jacket around my body, watching the floor as Jason stood up. “Justin was right about you,” I whispered.

“Was he now?” Jason spat. “What did he say? Could you hear him properly while you were on your knees?”

My mouth dropped and a fresh batch of tears filled my eyes. I started to suffocate on the silence that followed his words. It might have a hurt a little less if Jason showed some sign of remorse, but the same glare stayed etched on his face.

“Get out.”

“I’m surprised you’re not begging me to break up with you, so you can fuck him without the guilt of doing it behind my back.” Jason grabbed his jacket and I knew this was the last time I’d ever see him again, my heart was burning.

“You know that never happened,” I whispered.

“Do I?” he asked. “It seems like a pretty good explanation to me.”

“Stop it! Stop trying to turn this around me! You’re the one that’s breaking my heart, this is not my fault,” I shouted, but he didn’t flinch. “For the last time, get out.”

Jason didn’t look back as he hurtled out of our bedroom (my bedroom?) and down the stairs. I awaited the slam of the door and only a fews seconds later, it rang through the house. I flinched.

I didn’t think of what I was doing as I called a taxi, not trusting myself to get in my car and drive, and laid on the floor until I heard it pull up outside my house. The twenty minutes of waiting were the most lonely; I thought the silence would comfort me, but it turns out all it wanted to do was taunt me.

I cried in the taxi. Not for Jason, but for myself and for the breaking of my heart. I replayed the best moments with Jason through my mind like a tape, and cried both because of the memories and because the tape was over. All I could do now was rewatch it.

Thanking the driver, I handed him all the money in my pocket and climbed out of the taxi. I heard him drive off as I dragged myself up the driveway and slammed my knuckles on the wooden surface, enjoying the pain that greeted them.

I realised that I wasn’t even sure if he was home, but Justin answered almost instantly and for that, I was thankful. The warmth of his house wrapped around me, so did his arms.

“It’s over,” I sobbed into his chest while his hands rubbed my back. It almost felt like Jason. “It doesn’t seem real.”

“Come on, get inside,” he said softly while closing the door behind us. Justin held onto me as we walked through his house and up the stairs.

Justin’s bed was bigger and softer than my own; I happily fell into the sheets and pulled them up to my chin. It somehow made me feel a tiny bit better, like a minute segment of my heart believed things wouldn’t be so bad.

“Do you want to talk about it, or is it too soon?” Justin asked as he climbed beside me, the space next to me sunk and I fell closer to him. Turning to face him, I adored the familiarity he brought, I didn’t want to stop looking at him.

“Am I too much?”

Justin frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Jason, he said that I’m too much for him, he said he needs space.”

He didn’t speak for a while, giving me the fear that he agreed with Jason, but the gentle in his eyes made me think otherwise. “You deserve someone who loves all of you all the time. Your love and energy should be spent on someone appreciates how much you are. It’s never too much.” His finger was tracing my cheek, sending a warm, fuzzy feeling along my skin.

I didn’t know what to say, but I knew what to do, and I did it. In a matter of seconds my lips were pressed against Justin’s and I was kissing him, and he was kissing me. Our breathing got faster by the second. I could feel Justin’s body moving closer with hunger. Letting my fingers, move through his hair, I heard him moan softly.

We pulled away for air and looked at each other, panting softly. Justin was the first to laugh, making me follow lead. We shook our heads slowly, like we were both thinking the same thing. I dropped my head onto his chest and for the first time since I watched Jason walk out forever, the silence wasn’t so haunting.

Man In Uniform {Part 4}

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: James Barnes is the local neighbourhood cop known for saving cats from trees and walking people home at night. It just so happens that he lives in your apartment building, in the apartment across from yours.

Prologue X, Part 1 X, Part 2 X, Part 3 X

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colors: reblog and tag yourself

crimson: fatal, sweet, and intoxicating. dancing in ruins, they are a beautiful sort of madness.

vermillion: rusty, wild, powerful, and brilliant. they are abandoned castles and gods made of stone.

amber: dripping with honey and lullabies. they are a quiet kind of queen.

lemon: live fast, die young. fearless and exhilarating, they know everything and nothing.

gold: heart stopping, blazing, beaming. they are lighting up the world tonight.

jade: elegant, sharp, seductive. they are cruelty at it’s finest.

cyan: neon lights and electric love.  they dream in light years.

azure: drunk on the sky, hopelessly hopeful, they are stuck wandering in a world not far from here.

midnight blue: inky, mysterious, and graceful. they know too much to have any optimism.

bordeaux: sophisticated and wondrous, they are stolen kisses and empty lies, fairy tale love and promises of tomorrow.

cream: moonstruck and sundazed, they are the smell of books and secrets better left unsaid.

alabaster: do not mistake their delicacy for weakness. wise and weightless, they are made of stardust.

dusty rose: bubblegum lips and paper masks. one way or another, they are rising to the top.

champagne: bubbly, dancing, the chic life. with lips painted red and hearts painted gold, they are taking on the world.

“Y/N! It’s not what it looks like!” Hvitserk exclaimed as you looked at him in shock. Lying next to him, in the bed that you shared as husband and wife, was one of the new slave girls. It was obvious what they had been doing before you walked in. You were heartbroken. You knew that when Hvitserk was younger he was a womaniser and even you had fallen victim to his charms, but since your wedding he had been only devoted to you. Seems the honeymoon phase was over.

“It’s exactly what it looks like Hvitserk.” You stated bitterly, turing on your heel and walking to the door.

“Wait, Y/N! Please!” He begged as you exited your home. However, you didn’t bother listening to him and kept walking with no destination in mind. After some time you found yourself slumped up against hay bales inside a barn, sobbing your eyes out. You just didn’t understand why he would do this to you. You thought he loved you. 

The sobs that made their way outside the barn caught the attention of Ivar, who was immediately drawn to finding out who was crying. Maybe he wanted to torment them a little more but when he peered inside the door and saw who it was, all ideas flew out the window. Ivar had never seen you cry. You were always so bright and bubbly, always dancing or laughing with Hvitserk so to see you with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks didn’t sit right with him. 

“Was it something my brother did?” He asked, his voice piercing the room and causing your head to jerk up in shock. Your eyes widened and you quickly scrambled to wipe your eyes and look more presentable. You hadn’t wanted anyone to see you like this.

“What are you doing here Ivar?” You croaked, your voice hoarse. “I’m not up for your cruel input today.” Ivar looked down at the ground releasing a sigh. 

“I heard you crying.” He said, his voice surprisingly free of maliciousness. “I wanted to know if it was something my brother did…” he hesitated for a moment. “I also wanted to see if you were okay.” He said much quieter this time.

“Your brother is a jerk.” You stated plainly, causing a small laugh to emit from your companion’s mouth.

“You’ll have to be more specific - which one?” He shot back, earning him a snide laugh from you.

“You know which one.”

“Ah, so what did Hvitserk do to make you so sad?” Ivar inquired and you were unable to stop the tears welling up again.

“I caught him in bed with that new slave girl. I-I just don’t understand why I wasn’t enough for him. Am I not a good wife? Is it that? Am I not satisfying his needs?” You asked Ivar, your tone pleading and desperate. You brought your chin down to your chest and leant your forehead on your knees. “I just feel so useless and my heart hurts so bad.” You whispered.

“Y/N. Look at me. If he makes such a nice girl cry, fuck him. If he doesn’t appreciate you then that’s not your fault. It’s his fault for being so stupid as to let you go.” Ivar had crawled over to you and was now sitting in front of your legs. He began to lift his hand up but paused for a moment, looking into your eyes. You looked so sad and broken and he wanted to fix that. He wanted you to feel loved. So he let his finger brush over your cheek softly before leaning in. You looked at him with wide, nervous eyes and you pulled back. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want to hurt Hvitserk? Then let me help you.” You thought for a moment. This was wrong. Ivar was his brother and here you were considering letting him kiss you. But no matter how bad you knew you would feel later, you nodded at him and he took this as his cue. He closed the distance between you and placed his lips firmly on yours and you were surprised at how good it felt. As you reciprocated the kiss, your body started to feel tingly and warm and all thoughts of your husband evaporated. All you could focus on was the feel of Ivar and his proximity to you. His tongue swiped at your bottom lips and you opened your mouth wider, letting his tongue connect with yours as he moaned at the feeling. 

You pulled away from him at the sound and looked at him with wide eyes and a racing heart. His expression mirrored yours and your gaze darted down to his swollen lips. When you met his stare again you couldn’t help yourself - you reconnected your lips, though this time with more passion and fire. His hands travelled down to your waist and they sat there for a moment before sliding down lower, firmly squeezing the flesh of your backside. A soft whine left your lips and your hands began to tug on the fabric of his tunic drawing him closer. 

You let out a squeal of shock when you felt Ivar tugging you on top of him, having readjusted himself. He was now lying on the ground, hay surrounding him and you sitting upon him, legs either side of his hips. As you continued to kiss, your body began to grind into his hips. Ivar’s hands that rested on your hips began to drag your lower half over his crotch, small breathy gasps leaving him. One hand left your hips and travelled up your stomach towards your breasts, his thumb tracing the underside of your breast through the fabric of your dress. As you ground into him, Ivar’s fingers began to knead the flesh of your breast and he became captivated by the look of pleasure on your face. It was something he had never expected to see. Removing his other hand he began to fiddle with the front lacing of your dress, fingers brushing over your collarbones as he worked. Once he finished, his hands slipped under your dress and started to push it off your shoulders, sliding it down your arms. It could have been the shock of the cold htiting your skin or your mind waking up and realising what you were doing, but you pulled away once again leaving a confused and hurt Ivar.

“What is it?” He asked, his tone wavering anxiously. “Am I not doing it right?” You looked at him and swung your leg off of his hips and stood up, lacing your dress back up.

“It’s not you Ivar, I swear.”

“Then what is it? Is it Hvitserk? Do you still care for him even after you caught him fucking that wench?” He said harshly.

“I don’t know Ivar.” You replied timidly, your voice quiet. “I don’t know how I feel. I just don’t want to do anything that I might regret.”

“Well when he breaks your heart again don’t expect me to be here for you.” He said, proceeding to hoist himself up and crawling out of the barn huffing angrily.

I Need You | Draco Malfoy x Trans!Male Reader (Part 1)

(A/N): Not really sure if this will actually become a series or not, it all depends on if you guys enjoy it! Much love!

Warnings: None

Words: 1143


(Third Person) POV:

Hatred. A pure, raw rage filled Draco Malfoy’s belly. It was a feeling so foreign to him. Most times, if he wanted something, he got it. But this isn’t an overpriced item at Borgin and Burkes, it wasn’t some antique that he knew he would eventually inherit, and this was most certainly not a precious gem tucked away in his vault at Gringotts. This was (Y/N).

He’d been worn thin by him years ago. It started when he was placed in the Slytherin house, the way he burst with a gleam of happy curiosity. Draco wanted him even more when he caught him changing one day, revealing that the boy was transgender. The tight, puckered scar underneath his pecs had Draco’s breathing hitch as he yearned to reach out and touch it, kiss it, adore it.

These days, nearing his seventeenth birthday, he was most certainly over-infuriated with (Y/N). He’s over the fact that every morning, (Y/N)’s is the first face he sees, he’s over having to jack off quietly in the dorm room he shared just to the thought of him. He was tired of waking up to see him clad only in a pair of black boxers, a pillow under his body as he wrapped his arms and legs around it, letting out small whimpers as he dreamed of whatever it was he dreamed.

He had tried cruelty, tried to give (Y/N) the cold shoulder so he’d stop speaking to him, but (Y/N) simply wouldn’t give up. He was so frustrated with him. The way (Y/N) had to look up at Draco to meet his eyes in Potions class, as he had been assigned Draco’s partner. The fact that he completely refuse gender roles and some days wore the guys uniforms, but others he’d show up in a green, plaid skirt. He hated that he didn’t want to just fuck the boy, he hated that he wanted him in every way.

Summer was steadily arriving and Draco had firmly decided that this year, this year, he’s going to do something about this never ceasing need for (Y/N).

(Y/N) POV:

I woke two hours earlier than I was due in a thin, cold sweat. I didn’t remember my dream but it seemed it had clearly shocked my body. I pushed out from under the covers, and felt my skin meet the brisk, dawn air. I padded softly over to Draco’s bed, and shook his shoulder softly.

“Hey Dray,” I mumbled softly, still practically asleep.

“Mmm?” He groaned into his pillow, his eyes still locked shut.

“I had a bad dream, I’m gonna go take a long shower, I’m going to leave the door open in case you need to get ready later, okay? If my music is too loud you come tell me.”

“Yeah, ‘kay.” He whispered, snuggling deeper into his pillow. I placed a light kiss on his cheek before entering the bathroom.

Draco and I were the only two in the dorm, we were the only male Slyherins to be made prefects, thus leading to our separate dorm. I climbed into the steady stream of hot water, making sure the water was warm enough to cause a light steam so Draco wouldn’t walk in and get a clear view of me naked. I’ll never understand the  logic behind glass shower doors. I turned the blue-tooth speaker I had convinced Dumbledore to rig up for me on and began to sway softly to the music.

I just stood under the water for a good thirty-minutes before I began to lather myself with the array of soaps and shampoos the prefect bathroom was always stocked with. I started with a thin, slick body wash that smelled of lavender and cocoa. Then, a thicker bubble soap that was a faint green color. I heard the sound of bare feet padding on tile as Draco entered the large bathroom.

(Third Person) POV:

When Draco woke up and walked to the bathroom, he hadn’t expected to see the fog-blurred figure of (Y/N) through the glass of the shower, covered in bubbles, dancing to the sultry muggle song that was playing. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat as he resisted the urge to pounce on the boy in the shower right then and there. He turned to the mirror to brush through his hair, but only managed to get his teeth brushed before he found himself swell in the pants as he watched the boy’s censored body move around in the shower. He hummed along with the tune as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.

Draco let out a soft growl, pressing his fist against the mirror harshly before storming out of the restroom. He didn’t bother to brush his hair, just tugged his uniform on and stormed to the Great Hall for some breakfast.

He only got to sit alone in the nearly empty hall for about ten minutes before (Y/N) followed. And bloody hell, he had his green pleated skirt and knee high stockings on today. Draco shifted in his seat, trying desperately to hide the ever-growing erection.

(Y/N) POV:

“Dray? Are you okay? You’re looking a little like a…well a bloody mess, love!” I said, taking in his appearance. His usually slick hair was disheveled and sticking in all different directions. His tie was messily tied and loose on his neck as the top button of his dress shirt was undone under his vest. His shirt wasn’t even tucked in!

“I-I’m fine!” He snapped with a glare. I shrugged and plucked some grapes from the plethora of fruit spilling from the golden bowl on the table. We ate in silence until I had finished nearly a whole vine before I turned to him, one leg on each side of the bench.

“What?” He sneered, tossing a glance my way.

“C'mere, let me at least fix you up a bit before you go to class. Our prince can’t be seen looking like he just got caught in the middle of a quickie, now can he?” I teased with a smirk as I reached over to pull him closer to me. His cheeks reddened as I ran my fingers through his hair, my tongue peeking out between my lips as I focused on fixing his white-blond locks. I trailed my fingers down his face and neck, stopping the fix his collar and tie before continuing to drag my fingertips down his torso to meet his waistband.

I tucked his shirt in gently, careful not to tuck it to tightly, as he avoided my eyes, the redness in his face traveling down his thin nose.

“There. You’re hair is still a mess, but you’re presentable. I’ll see you in Potions!” I stood and pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaving him at the table as I headed back to the dorm to grab supplies for my Herbology class.

By now, many of you have likely heard this new Charli XCX collaboration with PC Music’s Hannah Diamond in some way, shape, or form. It was streaming for quite some time as part of Annie Mac’s BBC show last week, off which I already jubilantly enjoyed Paradise many times over. Since Friday, the full stream of the tune has been available on Soundcloud as part of Charli XCX’s Vroom Vroom EP, her first release on a newly minted experimental pop label of the same name. Paradise is everything I had expected it to be, a bubbly, frothy, colorful burst of pop seemingly much inspired by happy hardcore and nightcore electronica that this ex-raver can’t help but love. Paradise is, if summed up in one run on word, a caffeine hurling dose of: BubbleGumPopArtRaveMusic. Yes, I made that up, but you can’t deny it’s a fitting classification. Stream the Vroom Vroom EP in full on Soundcloud, it’s electrifying.

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