omg though


— “Only couples and pigeons come to the park on a holiday!”

Sooo…this pierced!Harry oneshot I’m working on…

“No one believes that tired excuse,” he said instead, licking his lips. Malfoy’s gaze darted down. “You had a chance to try and rip out my lip ring, all you did was touch my lips. How long are we going to do this?”

Malfoy was silent for a moment, and then his fingers were brushing Harry’s lips again. It made the breath catch in Harry’s throat.

“If you recall, I was curious to see how far you’d take it,” Malfoy said softly, his fingertip bumping Harry’s lip ring. “This ridiculous flirtation.”

It was becoming more and more obvious that Malfoy was refusing to make any move more involved than touching his lips. Harry inhaled slowly. Reaching out, hating how his hand shook, he cupped and side of Malfoy’s face, and leaned closer, until their noses brushed.

“This ridiculous flirtation has had you blushing for weeks,” he said.

“The things you’ve been doing are obscene.”

They were so close that Harry couldn’t focus. His glasses felt like they were in the way, and he tugged them off, and closed the gap again.

“Are you ever going to kiss me?” he asked, brushing his thumb over Malfoy’s bottom lip.

There was a gentle, shaky inhale, and then Malfoy pulled Harry’s hand away.

“Funny, I was wondering the same thing.”

Harry wanted to laugh. They were still trapped. So close they were breathing the same air, and their noses kept touching. Malfoy still had his hand within his grip. He was holding it tight.

“Are we so cliched that I, the Gryffindor, have to be the one to—”

“Of course. Unless you’re scared.”

Harry shivered. “Why would I be scared of a kiss?”

Malfoy closed his eyes, and then their foreheads were touching.

“This has all been like a joke, but it isn’t. Think about who we are,” he said, his hand gripping Harry’s tighter with each word. “Think about the consequences of the line we’re about to cross.”

“It’s just a kiss,” Harry said shakily, lying through his teeth. It was so much more than that now.

That feel when your own writing has you flailing and screeching.

Originally posted by i-am-a-lucky-artefact


“It’s like the most dysfunctional brother and sister relationship. This is like the sister I can go to bed naked with and not worry about. And trust me.. we have.”


Sewoon x The Star

I’m reading Frail Equilibrium

And I’m dying.

@jadedpandagirlpages I AM DYING. I’M NOT THAT FAR EITHER. BUT I’M DYING.

Like, everything is perfect?? Your writing is amazing, everything flows so smooth, and the characters?? EVERYONE GIVES ME LIFE. THEYRE SO IN CHARACTER I CAN HEAR VOICES.

And I know Ive said that Tess and Dante are goals, yeah? But holy crap. THEYRE SO GOOD TOGETHER.

Im just.

I dont know.

But this song is playing the entire time at the back of my mind: