palms get sweaty

Vive el Momento (Smut)

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Requested: No, but @illuminateshawn and I live for drunk, festival Mendes in that red shirt from Amsterdam.

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“Can I have three large beers, thanks” I smiled, handing the girl in front of me my money. The sun was burning into my back, heating up my entire body slowly.

“I just love this weather” my friend Julia said. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to fully enjoy the warm rays of sun burning in her face.

“Me too” I agreed, looking around the festival filled with drunk people having fun everywhere.

To me, this was what summer was all about; heat, friends, music and beers. Actually, going to festivals was my happy place, I loved the whole idea of just letting go and enjoy yourself as much as possible; meeting new people and staying up until the early hours when the sun rose again.

“Girl, don’t look now but that guy… he’s looking again” Julia laughed, taking of her black sunglasses.

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Please pay attention to the following:
When you see the person you “like”
does your palms get sweaty? Knees get weak?
Arms are heavy? Butterflies floating all around in your belly?
You’re nervous, but on the surface you look calm and ready
to spit game, but you keep on forgetting
the pickup line that you picked out
you’re stuck in a trance and your legs are moving now
you’re in front of the person that you like
and your feelings won’t come out – you’re choking now
the room feels smaller now, then you run to the bathroom
and it’s all over now

No I’m joking.


When you see the person you “like”
do you find yourself staring at them?
Picturing a future with them?
Having daydreams and night dreams about them?
Going through happy times and heartbreak
but not minding it one bit as long as
you’re going through all of that with them?


Stop. You’re falling victim to the Falling in Love disease. Please get that checked out before it becomes incurable.


When you see the person “like”
do you find yourself hesitant to text them?
When you press send, it feels like you’re bothering them?
And now you’re anxiously waiting for their reply
and every time your phone chimes you rush
only to be disappointed because it was your stupid game app
and waiting feels hopeless but you still have hope
and when they finally text no matter the time length
your heart is beating fast and you’re thinking
“What am I going to say next?”


Stop. You have the Falling in Love disease. Please go check with your local doctor to find a cure.


When you see the person you “like”
do you see yourself and them together
every time you hear a love song?
Do you find yourself overthinking responses
just in case they talk to you today?
Do you find yourself disappointed when they don’t talk to you
but then convince yourself that you’re fine
then go home and say you don’t need nobody
and you play i - i love myself


Stop. There’s no hope for you.


When you see the person you “like”
do you find yourself writing about them?
You never were a poet or loved poetry before
but they give you this inexplicable feeling
their presence drove you to dedicate lines to them?
And when you finally felt the courage to express your feelings
you found out that they have a boyfriend or a girlfriend
and you feel crushed because you don’t like them
you love them and that’s why like was in quotation marks


So stop because the doctor found out that you were already in love, and there’s no diagnosis on how long your heart has to live.


Are you in love? Because I am.

—  Are You in Love?
Accidental Potion Slippage

IMAGINE: Draco knew there was something wrong when (Y/N) started fawning over a Weasley. Why the hell did she decide to like a Weasley when he was just about to ask her out? 

[gif is not mine. just a bit of fluff. once again from this prompt (x). a bit wordy once again.] 

warnings: swear words

words: 1.6k +


Draco looked at his best friend who was now currently fawning over a Weasley. A Weasley of all people! He stabbed his eggs viciously, then groaned when it fell off his plate. Can nothing go right? Since when did (Y/N) watch Weasley with stupid love heart eyes? And since when can he not eat eggs?

“Stop staring,” Draco grumbled.

(Y/N) turned to Draco, “Huh? Did you say something Draco?”

He rolled his eyes, “Stop staring at the Weasley, you might catch his Weasley-ness.” Draco scrunched up his nose at that thought. “Disgusting,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” (Y/N) placed a hand on top of the table and placed her chin on it. “I mean the way that he eats, it’s just,” she didn’t finish speaking, she just closed her eyes and smiled. And bloody hell was that a small moan emitting from her mouth?

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Blaise asked as he sat down in front of (Y/N). He followed her stare to the Gryffindor table. “A Weasley?”

“Like you can talk Zabini,” Theo piped up. He received a light punch to the arm by Blaise. “Dick.”

“I swear to god she’s been slipped a potion,” Draco muttered. It was the only explanation. She didn’t like the Weasley’s…the only ones that she can stand were the twins and they were long graduated, and the Weasley girl. Unless… she did really like Weasley. Draco shuddered. No, it definitely wasn’t that. (Y/N) disliked the Weasley’s, not as much as Draco but still.

“I’m right here,” (Y/N) groaned. “And I wasn’t slipped a potion. It’s just you know when you wake up and see someone in a different light, and suddenly they’re the only person you can think about?”

Draco sat there silently. Of course he knew, he’s been feeling that way towards her ever since fifth year. He was hoping to ask her to Hogsmeade, maybe join his family’s holiday to Germany, but (Y/N) taking a fancy to Weasley certainly put a damper to his plans.

“But he’s a Weasley,” was all Draco came up with. It sounded pathetic even to him, even though he would never admit it.

“Names are just labels.” They all watched as Ron walked out of the Great Hall with Potter next to him, then they turned to (Y/N) who started packing up her things.

“And where are you off to?” Blaise asked. “We have a free.”

“So does Ron, maybe I can catch up to him.” (Y/N) picked up her bag and ran towards the exit.

“For fucks sake, you’re screwed mate,” Blaise said as she bit into a muffin. Draco groaned and smacked his head against the table.


“Draco! There you are! I need help!” (Y/N) called out as she rushed to her best friend.

Draco placed the book he held in his hands into his bag, “What is it?”

Hold my hand so he gets jealous.(Y/N) pointed to Weasley who was laughing loudly with the other Gryffindor’s. Draco gritted his teeth, he had to pinch himself because he knew that he would do some serious damage to his mouth if he continued.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend, you’re extremely attractive and Ron hates you? Please?” (Y/N) pleaded, then turning on her charm -she pouted at Draco. She knew that if she did this action he wouldn’t say no.

Draco internally groaned, fuck, it was that pout. The one that made him want to snog her, the one that made her adorable as fuck. “Fine.”

(Y/N) smiled and intertwined their hands together. Draco had to rein his gasp when (Y/N) took his hand. Fuck her hands were dainty and small, and so soft. He relished in the feeling for a moment. Unconsciously his thumb rubbed her palm, she threw a curious glance in his way.

Draco could feel sweat emanating from the pores of his hand, all he could do was pray to the gods that she didn’t feel how sweaty it was. He allowed himself to be strolled to the Gryffindor’s.

“Hey guys,” (Y/N) greeted with a smile.

“Hey (Y/N),” Hermione spoke, her tone friendly. Then she turned to Draco, “Malfoy.”

“Hi Ron,” (Y/N) greeted bashfully. The red-head looked at the Slytherin and smiled. Out of all the Slytherin’s she was by far the nicest he came across.

“Hi (Y/N).”

Draco narrowed his eyes. He did not like that tone. He clenched his hands, forgetting he was holding (Y/N)’s. She returned the action by squeezing his hand, almost to the point that he squealed out in pain.

He stood there awkwardly, looking at the trees, the clouds, anywhere but the group. He managed to filter out (Y/N)’s disgusting love-filled talk to Weasley. Draco was too focused in not being focused that he missed Ron’s weird looks at (Y/N), Hermione’s curious stare. He also missed Harry’s eyes widening in understanding. He sighed in relief as he felt himself being dragged away.

Once out of earshot, (Y/N) removed her hand from Draco’s. “Ew your hand is sweaty.

How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? Sorry that my hand was sweaty, it was just I’ve been dreaming of holding your hand since fifth year when I found out that I love you, and I’m pretty sure I want to marry you and have children with you? And that mother and father found out that I love, so they’re now pushing marriage upon me? That my mother gave me a ring from the Malfoy vault, so when I got the courage to fucking ask you out and not fuck it up, I have the perfect ring for you? Unfortunately that was not how it happened.

“My palms get sweaty whenever I’m near something hideous,” Draco drawled.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Shove off, you git.” She laughed at him and linked her arms with his. “I got a date with Ron!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.


(Y/N) stormed through the courtyard, pass the Slytherin’s and once she reached where the Gryffindor’s usually sat, she slapped Ron as hard as she could. “What the fuck, Weasley?”

Draco, as well as the other Slytherin’s, ran to where the commotion was. Luckily, they came at the right moment, they heard the gasps and the laughter as Weasley stood there dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck did you slip me a love potion?” Her teeth were bared, her hair wild and her eyes furious. She began advancing, making Ron step backwards, finally Harry stood between them.

“I think I can explain.”

“You better have a fucking good reason as to why I was acting like an imbecile fawning over Weasley,” (Y/N) spat.

“That wasn’t meant for you,” Harry yelled. Afraid for himself and his best friend. “It was for someone else in your House.”

“Who?”

Harry looked sideways, “Potter, I swear if you don’t tell me right now, I’ll hex your balls!”

“It was for Parkinson!”

(Y/N) stepped backwards, she laughed, “Pansy?”

“Ron and Pansy had a bet going to see who could slip a love potion,” Harry explained.

“That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard! And so illegal!” (Y/N) looked wildly at the red head, she walked towards him. “You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances!”

(Y/N) turned around, her hair hitting Ron in the face. She stormed past the Slytherin’s. Draco chased her. For someone so small she really could cover a lot of space. Upon reaching her, he noticed that they were in their secluded space that they discovered when they were in third year.

“Ruin your chances?” It was meant to be an ‘are you okay’? But all that was going through Draco’s heads was; what was the chance?

She lifted her head and looked at him, “What?”

He gestured behind him with his thumb, “Before you left. You said: ‘You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances’.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “For the love of Merlin, Draco! Are you really that daft?”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise, “I’ve been trying to tell you that I fancy you.”

Draco pointed at her, then himself, “You like me?”

“I honestly don’t know why,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“You like me?”

She rolled her eyes again, “I think we’ve covered this. Now it’s your turn; do you like me?”

“Uh-huh,” was all Draco could say. He nodded dumbly as well. He must have looked like a right twat. “Date me?” He could have really slapped himself right then.

She winced, “Oo, when though? My schedule’s a bit busy.”

“What?”

“Merlin, I really hope that’s not the only thing that you’re going to say when we go to dinner next week.”

Draco shook himself out of whatever he was in, “Right.” He straightened his robes and looked at her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me next week?” He put his hand out to her.

She looked at it skeptically, “Draco, I don’t know if you know but dating isn’t usually a business contract. It’s usually not sealed with a handshake.”

He abruptly put his hand to his side, not knowing what to do he began side stepping. After doing that action for a couple of seconds, he gathered up the courage and looked at her. Draco saw as amusement was etched on her face, her biting her lip in order to stop herself from laughing at him. “How do you seal it then?”

She took a step forward, then another until she was in front of him. Grabbing him by the lapels of her robe, she pulled him close to her, “Like this.” Then (Y/N) pulled Draco, pressing her lips to his.

Tied 

Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)


 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 


 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.

***

“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”

***

The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.

***

I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

hands.

description practice for the losers club’s hands. thank you to @kasprak for helping to write and @stanleybby for proofreading ! <3




Bill’s fingers are long, thin, and pale. Richie says he has ‘musical’ fingers and insists that if Bill played an instrument, he’d be amazing at it. Stan is always there to argue that Bill’s fingers are that of an artist - something that was already common knowledge - and that he was already amazing at art. His hands were almost always littered with specks of paint or shiny black graphite dust that had transferred from his artwork to the side of his hand that leaned on the paper. If he was simply bored or couldn’t muster the effort to paint something big, he’d paint tiny pictures from the tips of his fingers down to his wrist.


Ben’s hands are soft and warm, Beverly might compare them to baby’s hands before laughing and pressing to her cheeks. They are small and chubby, but anyone who has held Ben’s hand knows the feeling of safety and comfort that inevitably comes with it. His hands are almost always filled with books, and if not, Beverly would fill the space with her own hands. He wears scented hand lotion a lot, and must have hundreds. His friends will frequently get a waft of smell and wonder aloud “Why do I smell coconut and mango?” and the answer will almost always be Ben, having bought a new hand lotion. His favorite by far is his cherry blossom lotion.


Mike’s hands are calloused from extensive work on the farm. He constantly has a layer of dirt under his nails which he’s given up on washing out. One time while he was hanging out with Bev, she wordlessly fished out a tiny metal tool from her pocket, picked up his hand, and started gently digging the dirt out from under his nails. She turned the tiny piece of metal on it’s side and filed off the split ends of his nails. Neither of them spoke for those ten minutes, until she finally put away her tool and beamed from ear to ear while he mused about how clean and how different they looked. Now they regularly meet for manicures. Sometimes, she even paints his nails with his color of choice (which he proudly wears and shows off to the rest of the losers. They love it.)


Stan’s hands are beautiful and organic. His knuckles are knobby, and the back of his hands were strung with indigo and violet. When he’s angry, his fingers twitch and clench, and his veins seem to dance. He bruises easily, specifically on his hands. Even the slightest contact presents itself in tiny, painless welts that form in almost every colour. Most people who get the opportunity to touch Stan’s hands might comment on how cold they feel. His hands don’t feel cold to him, but he likes that everyone else’s hands feel warm against his. He only has to mention that his hands are cold, and before he’s even finished his sentence, Bill has jumped to take both of his hands into his. Of course, Stan’s hands feel perfectly fine, but he likes holding Bill’s.


Beverly’s hands were pretty, but not dainty. Every part of her embodied ‘strength’, not excluding her hands. She almost always has her nails painted, with a new color every week. She likes to coordinate the colors with current events, like on Christmas she paints her nails red and green, on school fairs, she paints them the school colors, and when Eddie comes out as gay, she paints her nails rainbow and insists on painting his too. Her hands are always covered in scribbles of poems, notes, quotes that she finds, or daily reminders. If she doesn’t have anything to write, she’ll write the names of all her friends. She claims it’s because her hands feel empty without ink, but it’s more like one of her daily reminders that she feels empty without her friends. Her hands also smell faintly of cherry blossoms.


Richie considers his hands to be ‘regular’, or just something he doesn’t bother too long and hard about. Eddie might say that his hands are bigger than most. His fingertips are calloused from his recent endeavors in learning to play guitar. The strings have left irremovable imprints that serve as evidence to his hours of dedication. Nobody remembers when he started, but he picked up a habit of painting his pinky nail on his left hand black. He never gives a solid answer when people ask why, but he thinks it makes him ‘cool’. Anyone who pays close enough attention might notice that in the slightest of uncomfortable situations, his hands twitch and shake, and his palms get slightly sweaty. He gets nervous a lot more than he lets on.


Eddie’s hands are always impeccably clean and cold from how regularly he washes them. Like Ben’s, they are also exceptionally soft. Richie might retaliate that Eddie had tiny, delicate hands, but they both knew he loved that he could engulf Eddie’s whole hands in his own. Despite the paper thin-seeming layer of skin atop his brittle-looking hands, they were anything but weak. The grip of an angry Eddie Kaspbrak was something nobody wanted to be caught in. He was almost always anxious about something, and as a result was almost always fidgeting with anything he could get his hands on. Scrunching fists around the fabric of his clothes, tearing bits off of paper, quietly clicking his fingers. At times when he gets really distracted, he scratches at his arms and hands. When Richie notices, he starts holding Eddie’s hands more often so that he can’t.

Uptown Girl [4]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: everyone’s been so incredibly sweet and i can’t thank you enough for reading my work <3 there will be one last part after this one :) (this is in reader’s pov btw)

Peter Parker x Reader

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by dayaholics

“Peter! Stop!” I whispered.

“Stop what, Y/N?” Peter asked innocently. I reached underneath the table and held his hand. 

“I’m serious. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” I gave him a warning look and just gave me a goofy smile in return. 

“Well, you should be quiet.” He pulled out his hand from mine. I shook my head and continued to do my homework. Everything was okay for a good 2 minutes, when Peter’s hand reached out and tickled my side. I let out a loud squeal which made everyone in the library look at me badly. “Sorry.” I whispered. Everyone turned back to what they were doing.

I turned to Peter who was quietly laughing into his hand. He didn’t even stop when I slapped his arm. 

“You’re such an ass!” I said in a low voice. 

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Welcome to the Freak Show

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader

Length: 1564+ words

TW: Abandonment 

A/N: This is for @winchesters-favorite-girl​‘s 31 Days of Halloween Challenge! Thank you for letting me join your challenge, and I hope you enjoy this one! I had more ideas for this fic, but I didn’t have time to write it 😔

A/N 2: I would like to thank @dreamin-of-somewhere-else​ for being my Beta!! Gosh, she’s so awesome! This fic couldn’t have been written without her (seriously). She was such a great help in making this fic decent! Thanks for putting up with me, love! I really appreciate all your help! 

Prompt: Freak Show

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!


Sam Winchester was dead.

The two remaining Winchesters stayed silent as they drove back to the motel, their brother laying down in the backseat. They packed their stuff, planning to go to Bobby’s place. Y/N went to the bathroom before making the long trip, but once she came out, Dean was holding her duffel bag out to her.

“Leave,” he instructed. His voice cold and emotionless, and unlike anything she’s ever heard. No matter what, Dean always spoke to her in a gentle tone, even when training her. He’s never even raised his voice at her unless he was worried about her well-being. This wasn’t the older brother she knew, and honestly, she was scared. Her heart was beating twice as fast, and her palms were getting sweaty.

Her eyes widened, mouth agape. “D-Dee?”

“You need to leave.” Dean harshly glared at his younger sister, jaw clenched tightly.

“B-But why?” she whimpered, taking a step towards her older brother.

“Because I said so!”

“This isn’t you, Dean-”

“This was your fault. You messed up. You didn’t do enough research, and got Sam killed. You’re not cut out to be a hunter, and I can’t have you staying with us, and endangering our lives.”

“But, Dean-” His words cut deep. He knew how self-conscious she was about her abilities. She willingly sat out on hunts if she had the slightest inkling that she may not be able to perform her best. After all, when it comes to hunting, mistakes could be deadly.

“Leave!” he roared. He grabbed her elbow, pushing her out the door, and throwing her duffel bag at her feet. He slammed the door as she scrambled to get back on her feet.

“DEAN!” Y/N pounded at the door, shouting for him to let her in, tears streaming down her face. Finally, Dean came out. He didn’t even spare her a glance as he walked to the Impala. He ignored her pleas, following him to the car. She tried grabbing his arm, but he shook her off, finally pushing her to the ground as he went into his car. Y/N watched as he turned on the engine, and drove off.

The eldest Winchester clenched his jaw so tightly it was starting to ache. He didn’t dare look at his rear-view mirror, afraid his resolution would waver at the sight of his youngest sibling. This is what he had to do. He tried ignoring the tear that escaped his eye as he drove to the closest cross-road.

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Hips - part 1 (A Jongin Two-Shot)

This wasn’t quite what you had envisioned for your life. The laundry basket was heavy and balanced just on your hip and you gripped the tiny hand of your 6 year old daughter tightly with your other hand. You had only been living here for a week and a half, and the one thing you hadn’t quite taken into account was managing the four flights of stairs with a clean load of laundry fresh from the first floor dryers.

The place was cheap enough for you to afford the two bedroom unit in a safe part of town and still be able to afford certain things like food and electricity on your income. Nari’s dance lessons came out of the support you received from your ex. You swore to yourself that no matter how tough things got, you would let her stay in the class she loved so much.

“Nari, stop jumping up the stairs, just walk normally.” You could feel your palm getting sweaty and you wanted to switch sides, but the girl was selective in her hearing. If you didn’t use your ‘mom voice’, she usually just did what she wanted.

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Signs your TC may like you

“He likes me, he likes me not…”

Before you read this I just want to let you guys know that this is purely for curious and for entertaining reasons; only for the purpose of helping some tcers. So regardless you should NEVER pursue a romantic relationship with your TC while you’re still in school.

Body Language
- He leans towards you whenever you are sitting close to one another
- He rarely turns his back on you
- Has his feet pointed and angled towards you
- Fixes/grooms himself when he sees you (dress to impress)
- Finds an excuse to touch you (e.g. - hugs, high fives, playful punches on the shoulder, etc.)
- He may mimic or imitate your actions
- Prefers to be near you/comes around you a lot
- Acts different towards you (nicer/playful/generous, really depends on personality)
- Will do things to try and make you laugh and stay positive
- He will offer you support
- He would want to be there during important events you may be having
- Smiles a lot and looks at you keenly
- Will try to catch your eye
- May hover around your desk or walk by it a couple times more often than others
- May blush when you’re around, especially the ears
- He may give you small gifts

Eye Contact
- Maintains eye contact during class or when talking to you
- May look away quickly when you catch him staring at you
- His eyes would flicker towards you when he’s made a joke in class
- His pupils may dilate when he talks to you or sees you
- He may look at you when you exit/enter a room filled with people

Verbal
- He might tease you a lot (may be a sign especially if he doesn’t tease other girls)
- He initiates conversation
- He compliments you on your appearance
- He congratulates you especially when you haven’t achieved anything that big
- Keeps a connection with you on social media (e.g. - commenting/liking posts, messaging you, etc.)
- Asks how you are or how your day was especially when he doesn’t do that often
- Is concerned about you
- He doesn’t want anyone to offend you or insult you in his presence, he would defend you at any cost
- He is less likely to allow you return back something you have borrowed before
- He may have a nickname for you
- He says or behaves like he misses you or have been gone for a while/when you’re about to leave
- He will comfort and help you
- He would want to know more about you
- He will offer you unecessary help to impress or keep you happy
- May try to impress you by humble bragging
- Lowers his voice when he talks to you
- May call on you during class a lot even without you raising your hand
- Shows interest in the things you do
- He may commend you to the class
- May write comments on your test papers

Nervousness
- He may nervously laugh when you’re around
- Would get sweaty palms/subtly sweat in general when you’re near
- Fidgets when you’re around
- He may take deep breaths
- Rubs the back of his neck
- Becomes quiet around you when he’s mostly talkative to other people
- Has the ‘deer in the headlights look’ when he sees you

Around People
- He may try to make you jealous by flirting with other girls and may look at you while doing so
- May seem jealous when you are with other guys
- His friends may joke/ tease him or smile/smirk when they see you
- May be nice to your friends

This is just the gist of it, a few signs may not be applicable to some TC’s depending on their personality. Though this mostly addresses the male TC’s, some signs may also be applicable to female TC’s.
I hope this helps!! However this does not mean I’m promoting a teacher/student relationship, and by all means I ask of you to not pursue one while you’re still in school!!

First Time With Them: EXO CHANYEOL

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  • Let’s be real here;
  • Voice makes you orgasm;
  • The first time anyway;
  • He’s also smug I feel;
  • So that will equal to him being a tease;
  • However, on the other hand- romanticism;
  • Chaneel here is the biggest romantic you could find tbh okay;
  • Also, he’s probably drop dead nervous under his facade;
  • But under no circumstances will he let it show;
  •      Even if his palms would get sweaty under your skin;
  •           He’d just pass it as your body heat warming his own;
  • The kind of person to make love to you slowly;
  • Partially because he’d like teasing you;
  • And partially because he wished to savor every moment he shared with you;
  • Take in every little detail about you;
  • Your facial expressions;
  • The way your body arched under his seducing touch;
  • Your soft moans as he kissed down your body;
  • The loud moans as he made you see the stars;
  • It was also due to his romanticism that he’d require constant communication;
  • So he’ll ask what you’d want to do next;
  • What you liked;
  • What you liked less;
  • How he should make you feel better with what he already was doing;
  • And as he’d enter you, slow but full, you’d swear;
  • Because the stretch was far too much of what you’d expect;
  • And his eyes would widen and that’s when you’d see his actual nervousness;
  • But you’d tug at his hair, throwing his head back, and kiss up his neck;
  • With sloppy slurps and bites;
  • To turn him on more so that he’d stop worrying;
  • And continue prowling on;
  • Making you feel as if you were in a bliss.
Show Me Your Heart And I'll Show You Mine - Part 1

Parring: Bucky X Reader

Word: 596

Warnings: none

Summary: Soulmate!Au where the bruises, tattoos and drawings on our skin shows up on your soulmates

A/N: I’M BAAAACK!

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

Originally posted by thesazzerdazzer

The first time you saw it, you were sitting in class. It was a math class in first grade, and it was your classmate that pointed it out to you. But as soon as he had said it, you couldn’t stop looking at the flower that blossomed on your arm. Quickly you grabbed a pen, and wrote down: HI on your wrist. With one the drawing stopped. A long line went from the end of the petal across your arm, as if your soulmate had been surprised.

You smiled and waited, but nothing came. The line had started to disappear, and the skin around it became red, as if your soulmate rubbed it off. It didn’t work.

HI they finally wrote back, and you quickly began to scribble on your arm.

 

You sat with your friends at a coffee shop when the date appeared.

22/8

You frowned, and asked your friends if they had a pen. They laughed at you, asked if it was lover boy, and then gave you one.

What’s happening there?

Sabrina leaned towards you to look at your arm while you waited for his response. You looked up at her, and smiled innocently at you.

“What? Mine won’t write to me” She said, before Emma on the other side of you pointed to your arm.

English paper due:(

But at least I got you to talk to now

You laughed when you saw the message, which caused four girls to lean over to see your arm. Emma looked questioning at you, but you didn’t even try to explain it. They didn’t really know Bucky like you did. But hey, he wasn’t their soulmate.

 

You sighed. Your eyes drifted away from the paper and book in front of you, and up to the clock. You scratched your head, before you started drawing on your arm. You tried to draw an elephant, but it ended up looking like a misshaped giraffe.

What is that?

You smiled at the question that had appeared on your hand, before you wrote an answer.

It’s an elephant! Can’t you see that?

You didn’t get an answer, instead lines started to appear around your giraffe, almost changing it into an elephant. You grinned, before writing two words more on your arm.

Fair enough

 

“Why does my soulmate never write to me? “Will asked as he looked at the lines that appeared on your arm.

“You do write together! He’s just busy with exams! “Sabrina said while studying the pattern on your arm, that you were currently colouring.

“And It sucks” Will said with a sigh.

“Why don’t you just write something to him?” you asked without taking your eyes off your arm. “Good luck or something? “

“That’s easy for you to say” Will sighed, but you didn’t answer. A few words had appeared on your arm.

I’ve thought of something

"See? “Will said.

“Oh, stop complaining! “Sabrina said and smacked his arm, before turning her attention to you again. “Answer him!”

What?

You could feel your palms get sweaty. You were rarely talked about serious stuff, and this didn’t exactly sound like a joke.

I’m going to ask you something

The six words appeared, and you bit your lip, but the writing didn’t stop.

Promise you won’t get mad?

“Jeez, it sounds like he’s gonna propose to you!” Sabrina said.

“I hope he does! Then you can both come and visit me in fifty years when I live alone with three dogs! “Will said dramatically, but you were already busy answering your soulmate.

Of course, what is it?

anonymous asked:

143 or 148, please!!!! Thanks 😽💕

I wrote this before but I couldn’t find it so here you go. x

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148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

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In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The XFactor” Along with Xfactor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.

You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.

You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.

You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?

“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.

When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.

“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.

“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.

You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.

“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.

Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.

“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.

“Will you be there?” He asked.

“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.

“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.

//

You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.

You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”

“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”

“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.

You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”

“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.

“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.

You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.

Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.

He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.

“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.

Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.

“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.

“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.

“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.

Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.

He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.

//

“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.

Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.

“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.

“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.

“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.

“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.

You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.

Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.

“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.

He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.

//

Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.

Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.

Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.

You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”

“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.

“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.

“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.

You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”

“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.

“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.

“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.

Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”

“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.

“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”

“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”

Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.

You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.

Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”

“Please.”

“I love you.” He said with a grin.

“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.

Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.

anonymous asked:

I'm in love with monsta x even more now 😍😍 so I feel the need to request, --what would mx do if you were to randomly hold their hand while you guys are walking down the street, but you're just friends? (They like you and you like them but you're not dating)?? Thanks my queen!,💗

Shownu is old-school polite, so he’d probably gently let go because he doesn’t want to do anything that might be inappropriate, especially not in public. He would rather you first be secure in your romantic feelings for each other than to just hold your hand because you’re simply friends. Don’t take it the wrong way though, he just want to keep affectionate gestures - even small ones - special for when you two are actually together.

Kihyun would jump at the chance to pull out some of his wit and he’d just be like “Oh, was your hand cold or am I being flirted with right now?” depending on your answer you could either shyly mumble that yes, your hand was cold and Kihyun is your friend so he can’t let you be cold OR you could wink and be like “Which do you prefer?” and for the first time you might be able to leave him speechless.

Hyungwon would look down at your hands briefly, but then assume you didn’t want to lose him in the crowd. You’ve got to be a bit more direct when it comes to him because he’ll never draw the right conclusions. You’ll hold hand for a long time though, and at some point he might even tell you he likes the feeling of your hand in his.

Minhyuk is someone who seems completely comfortable with this kind of skinship between friends, but he likes you so he’d secretly try to do something to see how you’d react. Instead of just holding hands, he’d intertwine your fingers and maybe rub the back of your palm with his thumb. Seeing you not pull away or get uncomfortable will make feel all giddy inside. 

Wonho would kind of jump in surprise before sheepishly asking what you’re doing. People think he’s a flirt with lots of confidence, but in reality things like holding hands making him blush and he’d be like “I-Is this ok? A-Are you sure?” and you’d nod slowly and feel Wonho’s palm get sweaty. But it’s cute, both of you guys get butterflies in your stomach. 

Jooheon would immediately assume something is up and he’d be like “Why did you grab my hand? Is someone following us? Were you falling behind?” and you’d have to admit that you just did it because you wanted to, to which Jooheon will try to chuckle it off but also in his head he’ll be screaming about how this is really happening, Jooheon don’t mess this up! 

Changkyun/IM would squeeze your hand and be like “Couldn’t resist?” and you’ll be like “What do you mean?” and Changkyun, who is famously straightforward, would go “The urge to touch me.” and you’d flame up red and he’ll just be grinning, but he’d love holding your hand. He’d even swing them a bit and keep telling you that if you want to hold his hand - hold it like you mean it. 

You’re Welcome - Sam Holland

Pairing: Sam Holland x Reader

Requested by: @kawaiianime03

Request: Bc I’m in love with Sam Holland and I’m a hopeless romantic who reads too many cliché prompts for her own good…I think a cute prompt would be Harry trying to help his twin brother with confessing his feelings by telling you that he needs you for a photo shoot and makes you do poses that couples would normally do? (Idk if that made sense, I got the idea from another book I read before)

Warnings: this is SO disgustingly cute not gonna lie and it’s almost 2k words because I got too excited writing it lmfao anyway :-) hope you enjoy, and I hope I fulfilled your request!

*Note: I am accepting Harry, Sam, Harrison, Zendaya and Laura requests right now only! I will be returning to my usual Tom content next week, just wanted to try something new. :)

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any Sterek fic recs for sleeping together? I've got a bit of a craving :p

sleeping as in sharing a bed and sleeping next to each other and/or cuddles right right right i got you i got you

these are some with sleeps

  • little spoon by bibliosexxual (T, 4k)  To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.
  • untitled by grimm (Not Rated, 3k) By the time he’s supposed to meet up with Stiles, though, Derek’s a wreck. He knows he’s being ridiculous; this isn’t a date, it’s entirely professional even if it’s weird as hell, and he knows Kira wouldn’t direct him to someone who’s an asshole, but still. Derek feels like he’s in high school again, getting ready for his first ever date. His fucking palms are getting sweaty; he has to scrub them against his pants before opening the door to the coffeeshop.
  • Cuddle Therapy by alisvolatpropiis (Not Rated, 3k) “Dude, did you know that Derek’s into dudes?” Scott asks the question as he shoves a folded piece of meat lover’s pizza in his mouth, last few words turning to mumbled mush. 
  • I Need A Hug by literaryoblivion (M, 1k)  Today has been the absolute worse. It’s not even supernatural related either, it’s just normal human, college student shit, but Stiles is just done. So he texts Scott: “I need a hug. get here ASAP.“ Only it’s not Scott that gets the text, but Derek, who shows up willing to give Stiles that hug anyway.
  • untitled by petals42 (Not Rated, 1k) It’s not that Stiles is only affectionate when Derek’s asleep.
  • We’ll Get There One Day by Captain_Loki (T, 3k) “I…I didn’t…I didn’t cuddle you!” Stiles shouted it a bit maniacally, hoping the more surprise he expressed the less Derek would be compelled to kill him. “I know,” Derek replied easily, sitting up and stretching, muscles in his shoulder popping. “I did.” The whole pack stopped their movements to stare. “Because you sleep like a spaz, Stiles,” Derek grumbled.
Taking Chances [Part 8]

[part 1]  [part 2]  [part 3]  [part 4]  [part 5]  [part 6]  [part 7]

Warning: none

Wordcount: 2402

*A/N: okay, so for now this is supposed to be the last part unless anyone wants more than the bonus chapter I wanted to add. :)

Aaaalso AGAIN thanks to @jaxonah for going over ideas with me. this part would definitely be different if she didn’t help me. ILYSM bby 💘

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You were sat in the back of a taxi to the Korean BBQ place the boys had picked. This was a bad idea. Recently it seemed like you were always making the wrong choices. You shouldn’t have agreed to sleeping with Jungkook and again, you should have stayed home tonight. The conversation you’ve had with Namjoon weighed heavy on your mind. Was it possible that Jungkook actually had feelings for you? You had never even thought about it. The last two days you had franticly been piking your brain, trying to remember times when you had hung out with the boys. It all didn’t make sense, he had never made a move on you, nor had he been really shy when you were around. Could this be a prank to scold you for agreeing to the dumbest idea ever?  It was possible but unlikely; you knew the boys well enough that this wasn’t the type of prank they’d pull on you.

When you got out of the taxi, you straightened out your clothes and readjusted your bag on your shoulder. You were hoping that the nervous feeling, which was brewing in the pit of your stomach, would subside once you were actually hanging out with them. Maybe you were overreacting, it couldn’t possibly be that bad, now could it? They were your really good friends after all.
You made your way inside; the restaurant was quite busy for a weeknight. “Noona, over here.” Jungkook got up and waved with a bright smile on his face. “Hey.” You said shyly and made an awkward wave-like movement with your hand when you arrived at the table. Normally, they’d all get up to hug you but Namjoon and Hoseok didn’t this time. So it definitely wasn’t a prank, they were clearly not happy to see you tonight. Jungkook pulled you into a tight embrace. “You look so pretty.” It was a faint whisper in your ear, so no one could hear him apart from you.

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Wedding Drama

Originally posted by olvrsfelicity

Series: Peter Parker Imagines

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Violence

A/N: My mom had surgery and I’ve been adjusting to having my grandma around. She’s been coming into my room randomly at night invading my privacy which makes it hard asf to type. 

Also btw, If it’s lower than 2k words I’ll put a word count.


[Peter’s POV]


“Peter.. PETER”


“Uh yes?” I blink a couple times to see Tony standing in front of me. He had a scotch in his hand with a stern look on his face. The ice clinking against the glass as he took a sip. His glasses were a light blue tinted lens.


“Kid you blanked out on me, I asked if you were ready… then you spaced out into a different universe”

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NCT 127 + Ten reaction to their crush hiding their face in their chest when they get shy/embarrassed

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Anon: Hello! Your blog is really lovely! Could you, please, do a NCT 127+Ten reaction to their crush hiding their face in their chest when they get too shy/embarrassed? Have a great day, by the way!~

Thank you for requesting! This was literally so adorable to write omg shame it’ll never happen with me because im a tall person and taller than most of these guys i need like an 8ft guy to do this but thats another matter


Taeil:

Originally posted by nct127

He’d get so embarrassed and shy when you buried your head into his shirt. Almost immediately his cheeks would flare up and he’d start feeling very hot and awkward. Laughing quietly, he’d let you wrap your arms tightly around his waist and would lazily snake his arms around your frame. You might think he was already quite stiff and awkward as it is, but in his head, it’d be much worse. He wouldn’t be able to think and his heart would be racing, completely shocked by your adorableness and spontaneous skin ship.


Johnny:

Originally posted by withsuh

this gif has nothing to do with the actual reaction but he looks hot here 

Johnny was be so hyper whenever you did this. You were the type to never really initiate skin ship or like doing anything cute, so this would be a surprise for him. He’d literally start screaming and pick you up, twirling you around. You both would get super dizzy really quickly and he’d end up falling onto the sofa, your smaller frame on his. Laughter would escape your lips and he’d laugh along, staring at you quietly and wondering if it was possible for you to get any more cuter and precious.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Gasping, Taeyong would lose his balance slightly stumbling back as you continued to keep your head buried in his chest. He wasn’t expecting you to do this so wouldn’t be prepared at all. He’d get over the shock quickly though, but his heart would continue to race and his palms would get slightly sweaty. Even after dating for months, you still managed to have this effect on Taeyong which made him nervous - just like when you first met. He’d lean down, his hands holding you warmly, and nuzzle is face into hair, enjoying the moment.


Yuta:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

holy fuck this gif omg

He’d immediately start smirking, his confidence rocketing, when you did this. He’d continue teasing you, glancing at the other members who were laughing along and cooing and your behaviour. Despite looking pretty calm, his heart would melt, his sensitive side coming out secretly. After a while, he’d stop teasing you and tell the others to shut up or leave (all whilst holding you as tight as you were holding him), wanting some alone time with you where he could basically gush about how cute you were and embarrass you some more.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

He’d try to play it off cool, not allowing himself to be tricked by your cuteness and fall for it. Cracking another embarrassing joke or a dirty one, you’d groan, cheeks hot, and nuzzle your face further into his chest. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t trying to get a reaction out of him. He wouldn’t last long either, the initially cool-headed persona immediately falling and a more awkward and shy one taking over him. Giggling shyly, he’d wrap his arms around you and sway you side to side slowly, liking the skin contact.


Ten:

Originally posted by sassyjungkooks

When you threw yourself at him, burying your face in his shirt, he’d be confused at first. But upon seeing ears slightly tinted pink and your groans of annoyance, he’d piece things together. Unlike the other members, he’d try to make it up to you by embarrassing himself and doing something stupid so you could forget what initially made your embarrassed in the first place. Although he loved the fact that you had hugged him like that, he’d still be a little worried that he had actually offended you so would try making it up to you.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by nctinfo

Like Johnny, he’d get a little bit too happy that you had done this. He’d start squealing and cooing at you, his hands waving frantically in the air. His cheeks would be flushed bright red and to be honest, he’d now be just as embarrassed as you. Wanting to savour the moment and prevent you from leaving, he’d grab onto you tightly and smile into your hair. He probably would find everything you did cute but this would really be an adorable moment for him and his heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.


WinWin:

Originally posted by nctinfo

He’d be a mix of Taeyong and Doyoung. At first, he’d be a stuttering mess, trying to peel you off of him - and failing. But then he’d try to act as normal as possible, trying with all his might to ignore his racing heart and forehead snap with sweat. But, again, this would fail, and he’d wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. He’d bring you into a tighter embrace, not uttering a word out of an embarrassment, which would make you smile and hold him closer.


Mark:

Originally posted by nct-marklee

Let’s be honest, Mark was probably not the reason as to why you were hiding your face in his chest. Another member probably Yuta or Jeno or Haechan were teasing the both of you, and you were hiding your face in his chest because you were embarrassed for him not yourself. You sometimes could get a little worried that you were a burden to Mark and not good enough and would secretly hate it if the other members teased your relationship. Mark would notice this very quickly, since he’s an observant kind of guy, and would also bury his face in your hair, whispering you sweet nothings and to ignore them.


Haechan:

Originally posted by donghyukslee

This little ray of sunshine would start stuttering, utterly embarrassed and shocked at you. At first, he wouldn’t understand why you were doing this and would continue to tease you and laugh. But once he felt your arms tighten even more around his waist and a slight dampness of your tears, he’d immediately stop and remove you from him. “Y/N? Are you okay? Was it me?” He’d ask you, his voiced laced with worry. It’d be a rare time where Haechan was being serious and sensitive, which would warm your heart. You’d explain to him how you were embarrassed and he’d apologise and I think out of all of the members, he’d be the one most apologetic for teasing you, despite his usual self.

How to be a Good Boyfriend. (Evan Hansen x Reader)

Request:  Evan x reader something fluffy please!

WC: 4,097 (I’m sorry)

A/N: I’m going to put this under a read more because it’s long. I’m not even sure if this is good or even fits the request. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Evan wanted you to know how much he loved you, he really did. It was hard sometimes because of his anxiety. He had never been in a relationship before. He didn’t know what to do. He never felt like he was giving as much to your relationship as you were. You constantly tried to reassure him that he was, but in his on special way. He never accepted that though. Evan wanted to be an affectionate boyfriend that could do sweet things for you. Not a boyfriend who was flustered to even hold your hand.

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completelytwitterpated  asked:

HI HI HI OMG I REALLY LOVE YOUR SHINEE and MX HOLDING HANDS EVEN THO UR JUST FRIENDS THING HUHU (TBH I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING IN GENERAL LIKE U INSPIRE ME TO WRITE thank u for taking the time to do all this ahhh) I was wondering if you could write one for GOT7?! love those boys to death ahhh

org req: what would mx do if you were to randomly hold their hand while you guys are walking down the street, but you’re just friends? (They like you and you like them but you’re not dating)?

JB seems like he’d kind of get a little embarrassed and sort of not hold your hand back just because he’d be unsure of the situation and if you wanted him to react. You’d maybe ask him if it’s too awkward for you to hold his hand and he’d be like “No, it’s just,,,,,,do you want me to hold your back?” and you’d just be like yes oh my god Jaebum that’s what I want and he’d be like oh! well then I could do that. I think you’d see JB’s super soft side come out.

Mark would wordlessly move his hand so that instead of you just holding his, he can entwine your fingers together. You’d be a little startled, but Mark would regard it really calmly because hey - you initiated this, why not make it as romantic as possible? Mark has a lot of moves up his sleeve. 

Jackson would try to contain his excitement, but his palm is getting sweaty and all of a sudden he’s skipping instead of walking and you’d giggle into your free palm because Jackson seems over the clouds just with hand holding and you’d sort of wonder would he just combust if you kissed him on the cheek? Yes, yes he would. 

Jinyoung would give you a look, a kind of questioning and curious look. You might slow down and he’d sort of ask you, straightforwardly if you’re holding his hand because you think you’re going to get lost or for the other obvious reason. When you give your answer, Jinyoung will kind of look at your hand before smiling to himself and gripping your palm in his a little tighter. 

Youngjae would get scared and assume something is happening and be like “Ah- is everything ok? Did someone scare you?” and you’d be like “No, I just,,,,,,,your hand looked soft so I wanted to hold it.” and Youngjae would get a little pink in the face but say something silly like “O-oh it’s not that soft,,,,,,” because he’d be a little shy but you’d just laugh and be like “Really? I think it is!” which would make him get even more soft but it’d be adorable. 

Bambam would try and play oblivious and chill, but inside he’s probably losing it. He’d at some point be like “Do you want to switch hands, just this one is getting a little hot?” and you’d look up at him and that’s when Bambam would crack and be like “We don’t have to switch, please keep holding my hand.”  

Yugyeom would giggle and start humming to himself in happiness and he’d kind of think you’re just being playful but if you bring up his hand and kiss the top of his palm he’d maybe hiccup in surprise but then go straight back to giggling. He’d be really happy though, because finally you guys get to do cute couple like things (and Jinyoung isn’t there to prevent it I mean what?)