Tumgik
#do you know how annoying it is to have your favourite band be an incredibly common word.
littlebirdofprey · 1 year
Text
funniest thing about the HIM (band) subreddit is the amount of people who make horny posts about the Powerpuff Girls villain and someone has to be like *long suffering sigh* wrong place buddy
54 notes · View notes
jjsbank444 · 9 months
Note
Congratulations on 500, darling! You deserve each one and more
Warm by the campfire thought for Rafe.
He loves taking out his partner's hairband, clip, anything tying their hair up really. So that he can play with their hair. He may even brush it or learn how to braid it.
Hi love! Thank you so much you're adorable<33 I read this thought and it has been in my head since so I had to write it right away because it's just so so sweet. I hope you enjoy thank you for celebrating with me!!
500 followers celebration
Physical touch has always been Rafe's love language since he met you. His hands always wandered around any part, any atom of your body that he could reach whenever you were in his vicinity.
But one particular act has caught your attention for a few weeks now.
Rafe had a thing for your hair.
He seemed to always want his fingers tangled in it, aching for your strands to ease their way through his grip, needing your hair down for him.
Whenever you came home from work, he would greet you with a cheesy smile and a head spinning, Earth shattering kiss, while he inched his fingers towards your scalp, removing whatever hair band or clip was keeping your locks up and out of your face. He would gently release your hair and immediately palm it, a satisfied moan leaving his lips and vibrating against yours, causing a flush to rise in your cheeks.
"So pretty baby." He murmured against you as he twirled a loose strand and lightly tugged on it, a sigh arising from your chest and making his smirk grow unbelievably large while his heart skips a beat.
Inevitably, your apartment always ended up being filled with loose hairclips and hairbands all over the place, but you couldn't even find yourself to be mad. His adoration towards any part of you filled you with warmth and joy so much so, that little things like this never mattered.
Showering with Rafe on hair wash days would ultimately result in him begging you to let him take over for you. And you would let him not only because you hated doing it, but because he always gave you the most incredible head massages in return. He would hold your head in one hand while the other worked on your scalp, cleaning the surface until he was ready to wash it out with water. Conditioner was his favourite part, because he got to run his fingers through and through your hair, distributing the product until he was satisfied. And when you asked him to dry your hair for you? He would sit you down in front of him, your form between his thighs as he brushes your hair through while wizzing the hairdryer in the other, adoring the way you trusted him and relaxed around him, while he got to carry out his most loved activity.
It wasn't long until you found yourself on your bed, staring out the window while your boyfriend sat behind, the faint sounds of a youtube video playing in the background as Rafe tried to learn a simple braid.
A particular, frustrated growl caught your attention as you could feel your hair being released, the movement making the strands bounce against your shoulders, causing you to slightly look back. You found Rafe with an annoyed pout on his face as he itched his eyebrow, turning his attention to the now re-winded video.
"Rafe, you don't have to. I can always braid it myself." You offered as you touched his hand in an attempt to calm him down.
"I know. But I want to do it for you." He huffed and you sighed as you faced away from him again, listening to him mumbling to himself as he attempted to style your hair one more time.
It didn't take much longer until you could feel the pattern coming together and a hairband being tied on the bottom of your locks.
"Baby, I did it. Look!" He cheered happily as he pushed his phone screen in front of you, the device reflecting a picture of your hair, braided slightly messily but nevertheless, in three pretty strands interwining each other.
"Rafe you did so good. Thank you!" You celebrated him with a kind smile and a peck on his lips and didn't miss the way your praise seemed to light him up and cause a blush to elevate his cheeks.
"I want to do two this time." He called out determined as he gently forced your body back away from him, a giggling leaving your lips at his commitment. And your heart beat a little faster anytime his fingers brushed your neck, causing a chill to run down your spine. Because Rafe Cameron had that affect on you.
337 notes · View notes
stormblessed95 · 1 year
Note
Hi stormy!! You once told us that you watched bts contents with your partner and you just implied that two members of the group are may be romantically involved and he somehow guessed the members you're talking about? 😂 I'm not sure if i remember correctly but i remember reading that post intensely and with huge envy 😭 i so relate to that tweet: "my love language is watching bts contents together" i always tried to watch bts with my mom and sister (because I'm single af duh) but they sometimes indulged me but it's quite rare. They just don't like seeing me in hyperfixation mode. I'm also lucky enough to have got one of my friends to watch gcfintokyo with me but she was not that impressed 😌. She has the same reaction when i excitedly rambled to her JK LENT HIS STUDIO FOR JIMIN TO DO HIS BIRTHDAY LIVE, but then i guess maybe because she didn't know jk and jimin like us and why is it significant. So far, she only has watched bts bon voyage with me. Even with her calm reactions, I was so thankful to have at least someone to talk about my favourite boys. Sometimes I'm clearly aware none of them will have the same reactions as me and i know it's not their fault. They just were not interested. So I'm terribly jealous of you 😭 you both are so cute btw and I'm more than interested if you talk about your personal love story. I'm just rambling my immature feelings 😂 sorry if this is annoying and sorry for my english too. Also stormy, if you can, will you suggest some old contents that i should watch? Whenever i have free time to watch bts contents I'm always indecisive. Which concert or shows do you think is a must-watch for army?
I do watch some concerts with my partner! Not all, sometimes when I say I'm waking up at 3 am to watch the BTS concert he looks at me like I'm crazy and is like "okay babe, well I love you. Enjoy. Wear headphones please" 🤣 but if it's a rewatch (like PTD on Disney+ or just older concerts and he is free at the time) he will sit and watch with me and so will our kids. Same if the concert is happening at a more reasonable hour our time. Lol or will we all sometimes watch MVs, or Dance practices or run bts together. Not all the time, but it's nice when it happens!
And yes, lol I don't remember at all now what we were watching when it came up, since it was a long time ago. I hadn't mentioned before anything about shipping at that time, but i remember saying something about how even though shipping is so weird, sometimes it seems like there could be something there between 2 of the members. And he just went "oh yeah, you mean Jungkook and Jimin right?" And I said "why did you say them??" And he just made some off hand comment about how it seems like they act around each other from the little he has seen in ways that make it seem like they love each other the way he loves me. So for him if someone in the band was dating each other, it only made sense (in his head) for that to be jikook. For extra context, he is a Hobi bias, JK bias wrecker. And Jungkook was the first member he noticed and paid attention to in the group too. The hickey sealed the deal for him. He is pretty darn convinced at this point lol
Tumblr media
Absolutely watch all of Bon Voyage or Run BTS if you haven't already! As for shows or concerts, you should go back to the beginning and see those if you can too! Their red bullet tour! The live Trilogy tour from 2015 too! Literally pull a concert tour name out of a hat for them and you can't go wrong honestly. LYSY concerts are INCREDIBLE. Any of those would be a really really good watch. 5th muster was EXCELLENT and should definitely be watched in full. I mean like honestly, pick ANYTHING and you'll have a good time! If you need help finding links to anything let me know and I'll try to help!!
40 notes · View notes
buthappysoverrated · 6 months
Note
1. A random fact for you: the sound of the MGM lion roar is actually a tiger
2. Ooh do tell me facts about your new blorbo?? 👀 who are they? What’s your favourite thing about them?
3. Uhh Halloween theme: what candies would you drop in the Sunny gang’s trick or treat bags? And what is your favourite candy?
1. wait what really???? Okay just back from google! This is so interesting!!!!
2. Okay so. Let's start with this. During my summer vac I was trying to inpress a girl into being my friend and she really likes Matt Bomer, so naturally I binged Doom Patrol and White Collar, which was all fun and games (including me finishing the first season of white collar being just fine!! !! It shouldn't have developped into this!!!!!) until I saw Neal slams Keller into a wall and Keller barely blinks. Then it was all fine again until I saw him in season 3 and almost had a stroke.
Tumblr media
I mean. He's a good looking guy and obviously I can see that (and I say it very often. Ross McCall you're hot af) but WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOOK LIKE THIS. Can you believe this. He's not even my type. Okay his physical appearance is not what usually I personally find very attractive and I'm definitely not crazy for morally gray incredibly intelligent people who lies a lot (please tell my partner to shut up about it if I have a problem he has a bigger one) BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE LOOKS LIKE THIS.
Anyways you wounldn't believe what I watched for Ross McCall (honestly I'm still trying to wrap my head around how he looks like this just in general)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I cannot gif that Matthew Keller guy I don't want to risk crying when I have work to do. I can't risk talking about that guy either it's just incoherent screaming and actual tears of frustration. Did I mention he's not even my type?
You know who actually is my type though? Ross McCall as Joseph Liebgott in Band of Brothers. Ross WTF WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Look at this mouthy little fuck though. He's scrappy and loud and annoying but he's so funny and so gentle when he wants to be! And he has anger issues <3
Btw he does NOT look 30 years old (he shouldn't as I believe Ross was 24). He looks good though!
I would LOVE to be his sibling. Like imagine this dude who is so done with everyone's bullshit having to deal with Me, the little bitch who used to walk in my brother's room and lie on his bed then appeared utterly baffled when he asked what was I doing. Then blinked and said "why is it any of your business that I walk into your room and go through your things when you're in said room".
Let's just look at him, the guy who absolutely cannot wink, succeed in winking this one time again:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
3. I want candles that looks like green paint??? Does that make any sense at all??????
I can't eat most candies because my teeth can't take it... So probably chocolate? I'm not big on candies either way.
2 notes · View notes
earlgreytea68 · 1 year
Note
Do you see yourself getting “done” with writing fic or musings about FOB anytime soon? I’m a fan of your fantastic writing from your Sherlock days, and nearly died of glee when you found FOB as they’re my longtime favourite band. In much the same way I tried to steel myself in the lengthy post-M A N I A years for the possibility of no more new FOB, I’m steeling myself against the possibility you’ll find a new preferred fandom…either way, I love your thoughts and the words you use to share them.
Awww thank you so much! I'm so glad that I managed to tumble from Sherlock into a fandom you loved! I feel like most of my poor readers just get dragged from place to place with me!
I can honestly never predict, like, when I'll feel "done" with a fandom. With Doctor Who and Sherlock, the shows did it for me, by finally annoying me enough that I didn't really want to write in them anymore. But I have no idea why I got "done" with Inception. Like, it's not like anything *happened.* Inspiration is unpredictable for me. Tbh, I hate it. Like, when I'm loving something and I'm loving writing something, I want to just keep it just like it is forever. I hate anticipating a time when I won't feel like writing it anymore. Tbh, this is why I write so much and so quickly. I always feel like I'm writing against a ticking clock and I have no idea how much time is left on it, and can I make sure that I get everything out before I lose interest? In a little bit of fairness to me? I think? I don't feel like I switch fandoms all that often. Like, once I get in one I tend to settle down and stay there for a while. But i never have any idea how long the stay will be and it's as distressing for me in its own way as it is for all of you!
Right now I'm enjoying FOB so much and that's really nice so I'm just letting myself enjoy it. And I miss writing them a lot a lot, since I'm supposed to be editing so I'm not allowed to write, and I want to write them so badly. So that's a good thing and I hope it stays that way, I really, really, do, I really WANT it to. Honestly, it's nice to have the album cycle underway and this band actually, like, doing stuff? That's been nice and energetic hahahaha
I will say, though, because I'm procrastinating editing but I'm not allowed to write anything new, I've been procrastinating by reading over my old stuff, and I saw a Tumblr post about fics where one of the characters almost dies and inspires confessions of love, and I was like, "That's how Lucky starts," so I just re-read Lucky and...Lucky is so good! hahahah I know it's obnoxious for me to say about something that I wrote but I read it and was like, Arthur and Eames are *lovely* together, what a sweet and lovely story, there was really no reason for me to grow tired of writing them, except that I did, Idk. Just inexplicable sigh, my whims.
Incidentally, I was struck by how much Arthur and Eames are very much NOT Pete and Patrick. Like, I was trying to imagine Patrick keeping Pete alive if he was hit by a bullet during a deal gone wrong in Nicaragua and I was like, ...yeah, Patrick couldn't pull this off, Patrick's no Arthur lollolol. Good thing Eames was with Arthur and not Patrick. Really, when I wrote that Inception/FOB crossover, it would have been absolutely hilarious imagining how terrible Pete Wentz would have been at dreamsharing, no wonder I made him the client instead lol (Also, is Pete, like, actually BOTH Arthur and Eames? Like, both the flirty ridiculous character AND the incredibly competent character????)
15 notes · View notes
Text
Metallica, are you fucking kidding me ?! (Part 2 )
Summary: your uncle , Kirk Hammett was apart of the band Metallica. The exact same band your boyfriend Eddie was obsessed with. Sol you had him meet the whole band
Warnings : none just fluff and a very exited Eddie
this is part 2 I hope you enjoy it as much as the first part . Re-blogs and feedback is appreciated . Thank you for the support <3
————————————————————————————————————————————————————
“Are you ready to play master of puppets ?” Eddie nodded and grabbed his guitar pick , making his hands more comfortable . When you took out your camera to record their little performance Gareth and Jeff are gonna totally freak out when they see this !
They all started playing master of puppets and Eddie absolutely crushed it . He played every single cord perfectly . You couldn’t help but admire him as he concentrated on his guitar . Once they finished playing you stoped recording and placed the video camera back into your bag, exited to see everyone’s reactions when they see it .
Eddie looked up at everyone and smiled in disbelief “that was so fucking awesome!” James chucked at Eddie’s comment and put down his guitar “ hey you know we have 3 extra tickets for our next show , it’s all access . You can have it if you want for you and some friends” James offered but Eddie just stood there not believing that this was actually happening . After a split second he looked back up at James and started nodding “ James your actually the best !” he smiled . “Is that a yes ?”
“YES!” Eddie shouted immediately and James passed him the tickets “Thank you so much James I appreciate it a lot” He then turns to look at you a massive grin on his face “we could take Gareth with us !” His face was so exited that he looked like a toddler who was just given a puppy . It was so sweet , you didn’t think you could fall in love more with this man but this cute little moment definitely made you fall even more head over heels for him . After a lovely time with the band Metallica ; talking about how you and Eddie met and some funny stories of what happened when they went on tour .You and Eddie had to leave , it was incredibly fun though . Your boyfriend got to see one of his favourite bands and he got to meet your uncle at the same time , you was definitely bringing Eddie back next time you came to visit .
You both said goodbye to everyone and you gave your uncle a hug before you both left and once you got into the van Eddie gave you a big hug “that was the best day ever ! Thank you so much baby” he gently kissed your forehead  witch made your cheeks rosy red kind of colour .
“ I love you so much Eddie”
“I love you too darling”
A while after you finally made your way back to Gareth’s house you saw that there garage door was open and loud music was playing “oh shit” Eddie sighed “ I forgot we was practicing today” once he pulled up he was immediately yelled at by Jeff “Dude what the hell you was supposed to be 2 hours ago !”
“I’m sorry” he held up his hands in defence “but I’m sure what I was doing was much more important” Eddie grins taking out his guitar and your video camera . “Something more important than practise ? We have a gig on Tuesday and I feel like your not taking this seriously anymore Eddie ” Gareth stated clearly annoyed. Eddie sighed “ I’m really sorry Gareth but I have been really busy .And you know how we said it was cool that Y/n has the same last name as Kirk Hammett… well she told a few days ago that Kirk was her uncle-“. “Dude ! Are you kidding me that’s so fucking cool !” Gareth interrupted. “Yeah I was as shocked as you are and then the next day she said that she told Kirk about me and he said that he wanted to meet me soIfinallygottomeetmetallicaandweplayedmusicandevensignedmyguitarandthenhegavemeaallacsesspasstohisnextshowanditwassocool!” Eddie said all in one breath getting excited again just thinking about it
“Okay Eddie calm down take a breath” Jeff laughed . Eddie took a breath and looked back at Jeff and Gareth repeating what he said but calmer this time “ …so I finally got to meet Metallica and we played music together and they even signed my guitar and it was so cool !”
You heard Eddie talking to his friends about the day and you giggled . You have known Eddie for what seemed like forever , it was extremely cheesy but you didn’t know you could love someone so much . You walked up to the boys and saw them absolutely freaking out of the video you took of Eddie playing with the group .
“Y/n your Kirk’s niece?! Your so lucky !”jeff said looking at you for a split second and then back at the video . “Yep he’s my uncle”
The next few days flew by . You and Eddie spent most of your time in bed watching movies and tv programs. He even met your parents but that’s another story for another time.
Tumblr media
————————————————————————————————————————————————————
I hope you enjoyed this . I’m sorry it took so long to come out but I tried by best . Any feedback or re blogs are appreciated !
If you have any requests for some fics please message me and I will keep you updated and tag you in the post . Thank you <3
I have a new fic that I am currently writing , I’m not sure when it will be finished but it will hopefully 🤞be done soon , in the meen time I will be writing some small fics , some head-cannons and hopefully some asks .
Thank you all so much for the support. I love you all so much <3
23 notes · View notes
ltcolonelcarter · 2 years
Note
Heyo, it’s me !!!
I’m literally DYING to learn your top soundtrack list, the conversations we’ve had have given me nothing but absolute satisfaction and I’m looking forward to having more material to yell about 👀<333 please go WILD it can get ad long as you want I’ll read it and listen to it ALL
STRIKE UP THE BAND (PART ONE OF FOUR)
let me preface this by saying I have so damn many favourites that I will inevitably forget MANY of them. I'm coasting purely on ✨vibes✨ here. this will be chaos.
elias -- person of interest / ramin djawadi i tried not to put this one first. i truly did. it is INEVITABLE. now I've linked other tracks by djawadi before bc I am physically incapable of not loving his work, but THIS ONE MAKES ME WANNA BREAK BRICKS OVER MY HEAD. the scene was glorious, and the music perfectly captures it. the scene is a massive spoiler for s1 so if that's not your jam then go careful. the harsher strings at 1:20, and the build to the 2min mark?? I'm BREAKING STUFF. i'm not sure if my attachment started with the music or the scene or a combination but I don't care to detangle them, to be quite frank, i'm happy going absolutely insane forever over it a kind word and a friendly face -- the sandman / david buckley i'm cackling a lil at myself bc of COURSE there had to be something from sandman here. i'm nothing if not predictable. and of course I had to pick death's theme. we're going to pointedly ignore the fact i'm in love with her and focus INSTEAD on how beautifully soft her theme is, how gentle and warm, how serene. I always know a piece of music is special when I have to pause what i'm watching to process what I've heard, and this was that. the scene let the music take centre stage too, which I find is remarkably rare, and i appreciate it so much. its sentiment is crying, but not as mourning, as the deepest, most heartfelt love. it's bittersweet grief. a sad parting with someone beloved. i'm not crying you're crying last man standing -- the order: 1886 / jason graves OHOHOHOH THIS ONE. okay so IF you do end up playing this game, I need to know. this is from the final scene and let me tell you when I say it HURTS i mean it HURTS. the start is lovely, matches the rest of the score with some tremulous notes to show the conflict--a little of galahad's theme in there too, but then the low stuff starts, and internally i am SCREAMING bc i know that's coming. this game annoyed so many people for being short but it was an incredible, short window into a rich and dark world full of tension and war, and at the two minute mark you feel it come back down to the people. it narrows its cope back down to the emotional core of the piece and i will never forgive them for making me watch this scene and hear this music and feel inevitability the way they made me feel it.
beyond the horizon -- a plague tale: innocence / olivier derivière time for that ORGAN MUSIC NOW I could link half of this score, to be honest, and several of its tracks (+related ones) are in my honourable mentions list, so I don't overload this one. this slow progression in this one absolutely floors me every time. the heartbeat type percussion at two minutes is strong enough to rip my heart from my chest. the vocals that join a minute later sound as I leave my body. this track is a slow and weary march towards a terrifying, eclipsed future, bright sun blocked by the obstacles between the present and safety. it's putting one foot in front of the other anyway, and holding out a shaking hand for the people that walk with you. if i never hear this performed live at dusk in the bleak autumn, candlelight teasing and chasing the shadows...sigh i'm going to stop waxing poetic whatever comes -- horizon: forbidden west / oleska lozowchuk i have a weirdly hard time picking a favourite track from horizon, both forbidden west and zero dawn, because they all blend together--not in a bland kind of way, in a way that makes it feel like a place, not a sound. this one is a track I keep coming back to because it's so so lovely. aloy's theme interwoven with the main game theme...the machine theme....I'm back there right now........
9 notes · View notes
theskyexists · 8 months
Text
Another episode of longsuffering older sibling having to deal with annoying younger siblings messing up all their shit. These writers must be completely traumatised by the experience of having younger siblings. But at least these ones aren't like Polly and actually express some remorse for destroying shit. Apparently making sure that your younger siblings don't steal your extremely dangerous magic book to do some sort of plastic surgery on themselves is your responsibility as an older sister. That makes sense . But it's NOT your responsibility to entertain them to keep them from idiotic behaviour. Imo. But I guess that just goes to show I'm a younger sibling.
The funny thing is that I would be Marcy in this scenario but somehow she's my least favourite. She's alright. But she's not getting treated right by the narrative
So first temple is brain. And wisdom (Marcy)
Second temple is heart. I.e. selflessness (Anne)
Disobedient, foolish, impulsive
See? ANNE gets a whole temple episode dedicated to JUST her positive and negative qualities
Selfishness
Pronounced sense of justice
Incredible athletic ability
Lying, thieving
Learning from mistakes
Sacrificing for friends, strangers AND enemies
Empathy AND responsibility
Intelligence AND wisdom
I wonder what Sasha's will be
Ahh. Impulsive Anne retained some of her power by not fully charging the stone.
Huh...Sasha gives jester toad an out... uncharacteristic....ah she goes back on her word
Sashas positive quality is sheer willpower.
Her vices are always prioritising what she wants and her plans over other people's wellbeing
Willpower AND consideration...
Lift to enter brah LOL. I guess Sasha just proved that she could do that on sheer power of will. Now I need an amv to that classic for amphibia
How are they gonna charge the damn stone without Sasha. Really sad Sasha isn't gonna get her trials...
It's funny....I got it wrong apparently? Sashas first attribute is strength? Nah no way. The temple is just built to goad somebody like her
SASHA!!!!! SHES SO COOL!!! She went to look for Marcy and Anne ofc when she heard they were hanging out without her. Lol. While Marcy doesn't ever give a fuck about that and Anne is upset about the breakup
They're lying and leaving out the rebellion
Ok so apparently they switched tacks from season 1 and Sasha is now the strong one
So strength and teamwork?
Man... What the fuck. Sasha was NOT the physically strong one in season 1. They messed up the themes...
SASHA WAS WEARING SUPER HEAVY ARMOUR ALL ALONG AHHAHAHAHAHA
Strength and resistance... Ok...
'ill get this friendship back under control' what does that MEAN sasha. She probably doesn't really know that herself
The way they handle this reconciliation is crazy lol. The conclusion is that Sasha needs to recognise that Anne's changed? I don't know if that follows from this episode dude. I mean...Sasha is concerned about being left out and being unimportant to Anne. Anne is concerned about her killing people she loves and her being controlling and bossy
Ok actually this battle of the bands episode is much more clear about the dynamic. Sasha always wanting it her way. Anne not wanting that anymore.
Too bad they never realised that King Andreas is evil.
Honestly like Sasha a lot and what she did wasn't particularly bad but also understand Anne's fury
'redesign the political system so this sort of uprising never happens again'? She only realises that now. I wonder whether Marcy is thinking of Democracy.
At least Sasha and Grime know he's evil now. Too bad they're breaking him out now
Hmmm Anne did Sasha's move from season 1. It has no significance
'we were so focused on each other we couldn't see what was right in front of us'
Actually, you should have listened to Sasha. That was the real lesson. Or 'on ourselves' is the right term
ANNE GOES BACK HOME WITH HER PLANTER FAMILY??? WHAT??????
And Marcy died. And Sasha is still in Amphibia. Probably gonna lead a resistance. Oh my god.
Anne was willing to let Sasha stay in Amphibia forever tbh. Damn.
THEY ACTUALLY 'KILLED' MARCY. INCREDIBLE
YESSSS MARCYS GONNA BE AN ANGSTY VAT EXPERIMENT
1 note · View note
katyasrussianaccent · 3 years
Text
symptom of your touch (natasha romanoff x reader)
Author's note: This is my first natasha smut fic, been writing it in my head for so long. Hopefully you enjoy this piece of self-indulgent smut!
Summary: You're Tony's personal assistant with a crush on Black Widow. Could it be possible that she might feel the same?
Warnings: Bathroom sex, bottom! Nat.
The first time you met Natasha was in the meeting room at Stark tower. You’d been working as Tony’s personal assistant for about two months now; a job that was both unexpected but incredibly appreciated - the daily bills through your letterbox were getting more and more threatening, red words in large letters demanding money you didn’t have.
You were a friend of Sam’s; you used to jog together before you were replaced by Captain America. You didn’t mind, not really, because well, it was Captain America. You couldn’t compete with that ass. And while you didn’t jog as much, Sam always made sure you were okay.
Like most people; you were a fan of the Avengers. If you had to pick a favourite, it would have been Black Widow. Maybe it was because she was the only woman, but there was something about her that you just really liked. And it wasn’t just because she’s really fucking hot and you’re really gay.
You had walked into the meeting room; your hands full with various drinks. For superheroes, the Avengers were really particular about their drink orders; for instance Thor gets really annoyed if they forget the whipped cream on his hot chocolate. You walked round the room, handing each drink out and trying to not look so obvious as you eavesdropped. You handed Clint his drink and turned towards Natasha. You assumed she had been away on a mission, because she hadn’t been around until now. You swallowed a little; the object of your affections was literally sitting right in front of you.
“Agent Romanoff,” you said, holding out her drink; a matcha green tea latte. She looked at you for a second, a thoughtful look on her face as she cocked her head towards Tony.
“What happened to…..?” Natasha trailed off, looking at Tony expectantly.
“Shannon. Pregnant,” Tony answered, putting his hands out over his abdomen to mimic a pregnant stomach. “She was two seconds away from turning the floor into a slip and slide.”
Natasha scrunched her nose up before looking back at you. She took the drink from your hand, a small smile on her face before she turned back to the team. And it was in that brief moment, that you knew that she was going to be a big problem for you.
It’s a while before you see Natasha again; not that you were keeping check. You’re in the meeting room cleaning up; humming a song as you pick up pieces of paper. The door opens and you look behind to see Natasha standing in the doorway.
“Oh. Good afternoon Agent Romanoff,” you say, smiling. She was in her civilian clothes; a simple tank top and dark jeans. The jeans are practically molded to her shape, and it takes every ounce of willpower to not stare at her ass as she passes behind you. You aren’t sure how someone could make such a simple outfit look so amazing. “Did you need something?”
“Clint, he forgot his phone,” she replies, walking behind you and grabbing the cell phone that lay on the table. “I swear he would forget his head if it wasn’t attached.”
“Good thing he has you to keep him in check.”
She smiles politely in reply but doesn’t respond as she walks towards the door. Your mouth opens slightly to say something, anything, to make her stay just a little bit longer. You fail to do so in time, and you sigh as the door closes and the room is empty again. You aren’t sure what makes Natasha so fascinating, you’ve spoken to her literally twice, but there’s just something about her that makes her so enigmatic. Though you suppose it’s literally her job to be like that, and you briefly think of the people that have fallen under her spell.
It’s strange, how although she’s incredibly dangerous, she feels just like a normal person, a person that could kill you in one move, but a normal person nonetheless.
You’re chopping tomatoes in the kitchen, your mind starting to zone out as you watch the knife slice through with ease. It’s been a long day; while working for Tony has been a lifeline that you desperately needed, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so tired. The fridge door beside you closes, and you startle at the sudden noise, the knife moves from the tomato to your finger, the pain sharp as blood begins to pool in the cut.
“Fuck,” you say, hissing as you press you other hand against the cut, moving to the sink to run it under water.
“I am so sorry,” a voice says behind you, and you turn your head to see Natasha at your side. “Are you okay?”
You sigh a little, “I’m fine, but the tomatoes are ruined.”
Natasha moves nearer to you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from her body and any previous pain you felt has suddenly disappeared at the mere proximity of her. “It’s okay, Stark can afford a few tomatoes.”
You giggle before reaching over to get a paper towel, but Natasha beats you to it, pressing the towel onto your wound wordlessly.
“Baby,” she mutters as you wince and you look at her, mouth agape in shock. She ignores you, and you take this opportunity to look at her as she tends to the small cut on your finger. She must have been somewhere hot on her last mission; from this close you can see the slight colour on her nose and cheekbones where she’s caught the sun. As she moves out of your personal space, the scent of her invades your nostrils and you’re surprised that she smells so delicate and floral.
“I think you’ll live” she says, jutting her chin out to point to the small band aid on your finger.
“Have you ever thought about being a doctor?���
“Why? My bedside manner not appealing to you?” she asks, and you look down to hide the blush on your face as you think briefly about what Natasha’s bedside manner could entail.
“Uh, not at all, it’s very appealing. I mean, not very appealing -”
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” she says as she leaves the kitchen, leaving you with a bandaid on your finger and a warmth between your thighs.
--
The first thing you notice about the party is how loud it is. It’s Tony’s birthday, so Stark tower has been transformed into a full on party tower. The room is crammed with people, and you take a moment to look around to see if you can find someone you know to attach yourself to. It wasn’t that you disliked parties, you just weren’t the type to spark a conversation with strangers. You can see Thor in the middle of the room, holding a keg as Steve is on the floor chugging from it. Guess even Captain America needs to let loose sometimes.
You bite your lip as you scan the people near you, your eyes zeroing in Natasha. You take the opportunity to watch her briefly from a distance. She looks amazing, a simple black dress that has a slit to the upper thigh that shows a delicious amount of leg when she moves. You haven’t spoken since she called you cute, and the more you thought about it, the more confused you were. While cute was a compliment, you weren’t sure if she meant it in a puppy kind of way. Sexy wasn’t the first thing you thought about yourself, but you kind of wish that she had picked a better word. Maybe you were just imagining tension that wasn’t there because you hoped it was there.
You exhale any nervousness and plaster a smile on your face as you walk towards her. She raises an eyebrow in greeting and you wave at her, immediately regretting it.
“Hi,” you greet and she smiles a little.
“You look nice,” she says, her eyes roaming over your body. Okay, maybe you weren’t imagining things.
You blush, your face feeling warm as you mutter a quiet thanks. “It has pockets,” you respond lamely, putting your hands in them and pulling the dress out, like she needs to be shown what pockets were.
“Drink?” Natasha asks, cocking her head towards the bar. You shake your head. “You don’t drink?”
“I do, just not here. I don’t want to make an idiot of myself in front of my boss,” you answer. You don’t have a problem with alcohol per se, you just never know when to call it quits. And while drunk you is fun, you really want to make a good impression.
Natasha nods in understanding but walks off towards the bar anyway, and you stand there for a second confused before following.
“Two virgin daiquiris,” you hear her say as you get to her. You can see the bartender pull a face at the request, but it quickly disappears when he sees who’s ordering.
“Coming up,” he mumbles, his eyes glued to anywhere but Natasha as he moves with haste.
“I think you scared him,” you comment and Natasha smiles a little, a smug smile that shouldn’t be so sexy, but it really is.
“I get that a lot,” she replies and you hum in acknowledgement. “Do I scare you?”
The question takes you aback and you ponder a moment before answering. “Do you want me to be scared of you?”
“Answer the question,” she says, a little firm in her tone.
“No. No you don’t scare me.”
She purses her lips. “I think you might be one of the only ones not scared of me.”
“Is that a bad thing?” you ask and she closes her eyes for a second, sighing.
“Fear is a very powerful thing. I like the way it feels,” she says, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her look so vulnerable.
“There are other powerful emotions other than fear,” you reply. You aren’t sure how to respond to her, serious conversation was not your strong suit.
“Like?”
“Lust. Love. Anger.”
There’s a beat of silence between you as you look at each other, your eyes reading over her unreadable face, nothing on her features to give away what she's thinking.
“So you aren’t scared of me. What emotion do you feel?” Natasha asks, causing you to splutter as you take a sip of you drink and you’re suddenly wishing your drink had alcohol in it.
“Out of the three I just gave?” you ask and she nods. “Uh well, I hadn’t um really thought about it.”
It’s stupid of you, to lie to a literal spy and you know for a fact she know’s you’re lying.
“That’s not true,” she replies and you take a sideways glance at her. “You think I haven’t noticed you looking at me?”
Your heartbeat quickens and you start to stammer an apology. “I - “
“I know, because I’ve been looking at you too.”
“Wait what?” you ask incredulously. “Are you sure there’s no booze in this drink?”
Natasha laughs and you smile at the sight of her. “Very sure. You’re very cute, did you know that?”
“I did not, but now I do. I’ll be honest, this doesn’t happen to me a lot, so I’m not really sure what to say or do.”
She slides closer to you, a smirk on her face as she leans close, her breath warm on your cheek. “Well there’s a bathroom over there.”
It takes a minute for you to register what she means, and you can see her wait patiently as you look at the bathroom door across the room and then back at her. The blood is rushing in your ears as you grab her hand and pull her across the room, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
The bathroom is luckily empty when you both enter, and your hands don’t leave hers as you push her into the stall furthest away from the door. You open your mouth to speak but it’s interrupted as she surges forward, her lips on yours. She tastes like strawberries with a slight hint of booze, and you wonder how many drinks she’s had before you arrived. You find yourself not really caring as her hands move to your neck, yours follow down to her hips, your fingertips ghosting her back.
You’ve kissed before, but this is different, like fireworks and gunpowder in a small room; every nerve in your body alight with hot, searing fire. You switch her round so her back is against the door, your hands roaming ever inch of her body, tight muscle beneath your fingertips. Part of you wants to take your time, explore every part of her, but the greedy part of your brain wins out and it’s not long before you’ve got one hand moving in between her thighs.
Your mouth is on her neck, licking and sucking at the hollow of her collarbone, a small moan falling from her lips and you want to hear that sound again and again. She opens her legs and you cup her above her panties before going underneath them, your fingers moving past soft curls and into the warm, wetness of her pussy.
You curl your fingers up, and she gasps, her breath hot and fast against your skin. You move them inside her, pumping in and out slowly as her hand grips at your hip. It feels powerful; to have the great Black Widow fucking herself on your fingers in an act of desperation.
“Please,” she whispers as you continue to slowly move.
“Please what?” you ask, stopping completely causing a small whine to escape her lips.
“Please fuck me,” Natasha replies, rolling her hips against your fingers.
“Okay,” you say simply. You press a kiss to her cheek before sinking to your knees. A brief thought about gross bathroom floors crosses your mind, but you push it away as her hand strokes your hair. She takes the hint and pulls her dress up around her hips. Your hands move up her thighs, nudging them apart so you can pull down the lacy underwear she wears; shoving them into your bag. Pressing kisses up her thigh, her breath hitches as your mouth ghosts against her clit. She sighs as your tongue swipes at her once before moving in to circle at her clit with your tongue.
She moans, a low, quiet moan that ends quickly as you both hear the bathroom door open, the chatter of two women filling the once silent room. You look up at her, raising an eyebrow in question. Natasha looks down at you, a slight flush on her cheeks as she nods. You place a finger to your lips, before moving back between her thighs. She tastes sweet, sweeter than you imagined, but there’s something there, a slight tang that makes your tongue tingle. Of course she would taste fucking perfect; everything about her is perfect, and you can’t stop yourself from tasting her more and more, drinking her in.
Your fingers join your mouth and she’s warm as she clenches with every movement inside her. She’s jutting her hips against your mouth, and you can feel your wrist start to cramp as you fuck her roughly, but you know she’s close, the grip in your hair getting harder. It’s starting to get uncomfortable, your knees are starting to hurt, but you want to make her come undone, to fall apart.
You hook her leg over your shoulder to get deeper, never stopping the pace as you fuck her. Her body begins to shudder, and you look up to see her shove a fist in her mouth at the exact moment the toilet next to you flushes. A moan escapes her but neither of you seem to care as she rides the wave of her orgasm. Her chest has a sheen of sweat, and you want to run your tongue over it, taste the salt of her skin. But that’s for another time.
Natasha looks down at you as she tries to catch her breath, and you get to your feet ungracefully, wincing as your knees twinge. There’s uncertainty in your stomach as you look at her. What does this mean, does it mean anything to her? You had just made her cum in a bathroom stall, but maybe that was normal. It wasn’t to you, but normality was subjective.
“This party’s kind of boring, do you want to get something to eat?” Natasha asks, breaking you from your inner turmoil. You blink at her as your brain registers what she’s saying. The once uncertain voice in your head is screaming at you to say yes.
“Sure,” you reply simply.
“Cool,” she says, nodding, her face still slightly flushed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she felt a little awkward.
“I’m not getting those panties back am I?” she asks as you walk towards the bathroom door and head back into the party.
“Nope,” you say, patting your bag for good measure. “Besides, you might not need them.”
--
171 notes · View notes
tetsunormous · 3 years
Text
Oddly Specific Vibes I get when I look at the HQ captains
mentions: Kuroo, Oikawa, Daichi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Kita, Futakuchi and Terushima
a/n: This is PURELY appearance based! I do this thing where I get random vibes from people so I just stared at pictures of the captains and wrote what I feel. This is all for jokes so don't come for me LMAO.
Tumblr media
Kuroo
He gives me “I try to look edgy, but I actually watch kids cartoons for fun” vibes
Incredibly handsome, so fuckin hot, but it’s undeniable he oozes dork energy
I feel like if he were to eat a chipotle bowl, he wouldn’t mix it
When his face is resting, you’d think he’s taken and has experience with girls
When he laughs, you realize he’s not that intimidating
He prefers lollipops that are round rather than flat, for example, Chupa Chups
he probably prefers saucy wings over dry ones
Oikawa
He gives me “You can’t be mean to me. Your mom loves me!” vibes
twink
He uses hair mousse and spends 15 min every morning on it
Elf/fairy energy - idk why, but I could see him playing Puck in a school production of a midsummers night dream
He probably shimmies a lot when he dances around with his friends
He cuts up fruit into bite-sized cubes rather than chunks
Daichi
He gives me “yes, I have a savings account, don’t you?” vibes
He has a blackberry and complains about his fingers being too big to type on the keyboard
Would save a spot for his friend at the table
His go-to fast food place is probably Pita Pit, and he gets grilled chicken
He hates public speaking and presentations, but you would never know cause he puts on a brave face
Ushijima
He gives me “Don’t come up to me please” vibes
I think he has conversations in the mirror sometimes to try out different facial expression.
He eats super neatly and will eat everything on his plate, even if he doesn’t like it
Was a massive Caillou fan, hates the theory where he’s dead and his mom is just retelling his life
He’s superstitious, not overly annoying about it, but he will stop you from walking under a ladder
Bokuto
He gives me himbo vibes
He used to make puppets out of his socks instead of throwing them away whenever they would get holes in them
His favourite cereal is reeces puffs, and he drinks all the milk at the bottom of his bowl
He’s a fan of old school Selena Gomez and he knows all of ‘naturally’ by heart
He’s a big fan of Fatgum from MHA and he loves how he takes care of his interns
Futakuchi
He gives me “I’m sorry, did you get offended by my joke?” vibe
He’s allergic to shrimps and carries an epi-pen
Has tried to make a band with his friends in their parent’s garage, but it didn’t work out because he has no sense of rhythm
He really likes creamsicles
I think he gets uncomfortable when someone he doesn’t consider a close friend tries to touch him
Kita
He gives me “I help the elderly cross the street” vibes
Defiantly has a skincare routine, but he prefers to use products that are cruelty-free and has done google searches to ensure he’s not supporting any brand that tests on animals
He refers to his juniors as his younger siblings
He has a diary under his bed, and he writes in it every day, but each entry is colour coded depending on his mood
He wouldn’t explicitly tell the teacher about the homework they forgot to collect, but he will drop it off at their desk when he leaves for his next class
Terushima
He gives me “I talk about being a sex god, but I saw a boob for the first time last week” vibes
He makes girls mixtapes and burns them onto cds
He has a tiktok where he does the viral dances expect he only puts in effort in the sexual moves
He’s an “it’s not gay to kiss the homies goodnight” kinda bro
I think he was really good at the monkey bars when he was young, and he’d just hang upside down like a bat for funsies
Tumblr media
© tetsunormous 2021
lmk your thoughts! what are vibes you get from he captains <3
taglist: @plutowrites @6oldie @strawbari21 @mochis-cafe @arumiee @kvrooschibichan @rinsangel @awilddreamerwrites @uwu-queen-420 @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein @kuroohoeee lmk if you want to be added to my tag list
233 notes · View notes
foxxgirlvibes · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
He gets jealous of your friend
Characters: atsumu, sakusa, kuroo, tendou
Summary: your boyfriend feels a bit left out whenever your best friend comes into the picture
Tumblr media
』 ATSUMU
Probably the most obvious about his jealousy
Feels like every time your bestie shows up he’s second place :(
Doesn’t even try to hide it he complains to your face
Your friend definitely amps up the affection to annoy him
Atsumu huffed loudly as your best friend arrived at the park. He turned his back to them ready to flop into your lap when suddenly you were standing and running away from the picnic blanket.
“Y/N!!!!”
“B/F/N!!!!” You fell into a fit of giggles as the two of you collided in a hug. Leading them to the blanket, you sat between them and your boyfriend.
“Why dontcha hug me like that doll?” Atsumu whined as he pulled you closer to him while glaring at your friend.
You turned to him, eyebrow raised, “we live together tsumu, I hug you all the time.” You offered him a bite of the cookie in your hand, “and you could hug me like that, yet you don’t.” He accepted your cookie, pout still etched on his face.
While you were distracted by your phone, b/f/n sent atsumu a smug smile and picked up a strawberry. They poked you on the thigh, “hey, y/n,” you looked up at them curiously, “the strawberries are so sweet, open your mouth and I’ll feed you this one.” Smiling you leaned over and let them feed you the strawberry.
Atsumu was glaring holes into their head, “jeez b/f/n, don’t ya got yer own s/o to feed huh?”
You and your best friend let out a laugh at his blatant jealousy. “See y/n, I told you he was jealous of me, you owe me $20” Rolling your eyes you took out your wallet, slapping the money in their hands.
Turning to your gawking boyfriend, you sighed, “couldn’t you at least be subtle about it.” He sputtered out nonsense, face turning red, you waved him off. “And you,” you glared at you friend who was still laughing, “feeding me is basically cheating, we both know that was gonna set him off”
Your boyfriend draped his chin on your shoulder, “doll yer not playin fair” he whined. “Why would ya play wit my emotions like that”
Running your hand over his cheek you placed a kiss on the top of his head, “it’s funny to watch because you know b/f/n and I are only friends.” You tilt his chin up to place a chaste kiss on his lips, “you’re the one I’m dating dummy, I love you”
The grin that you love so much returned to his face as he kissed you again, “I love ya too, even though yer mean.” You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead, your best friend made gagging noises from their side of the blanket.
』 Sakusa
The hardest to tell he’s jealous
Doesn’t want you to know, he thinks it’s embarrassing
Gets upset when you ignore him for your bff
Literally will deny it to the day he dies
You had been texting your best friend for the past hour and a half. There was drama going on in your friend group and the two of you were going from the group chat to sharing your opinions with each other. Normally this wouldn’t have been an issue, but unlike most Friday nights, your boyfriend was home.
Sakusa was sitting on the bed next to you, he had been silent ever since you started tapping constantly at your phone. MSBY practice had been cancelled and he had been looking forward to spending the day with you. Which he technically was, but not in the way he wanted.
His eyes left the show he had put on as you let out a gasp and the tapping increased in speed. He wanted to lay on your lap and have you run your hand through his curls, but he couldn’t be certain you would stop texting to indulge him. He let out a soft sigh, “are you and b/f/n still going?” You nodded without looking up at him. His lips moved into a slight pout as he turned back to the tv, “oh.”
He startled as you let out a sudden string of giggles. Tilting your head up at him in what felt like the first time you showed him your screen, “look what b/f/n just said, they’re so funny I love them.”
He starred blankly at your screen, “yeah, they’re hilarious.” Lips pursed he pointedly looked away from you, to the tv. Sakusa was incredibly annoyed that you had ignored him for so long only to speak to him when complimenting your best friend.
You texted your friend you were gonna dip for a bit. Turn your phone off you looked at the grumpy man next to you. “Omi what’s got your boxers in a bunch?”
“Me and my boxers are just fine y/n.”
“Omg omi, your pants are on fire!!” You snickered as he gave you a deadpan state.
He rolled his eyes at you and crossed his arms, “there’s nothing wrong, go back to your texting.”
That’s when it clicked for you, he was jealous of the attention you were giving to your friend. Cooing lightly, you reached for him, pulling him down on top of you. “I’m sorry for ignoring you baby, there’s no need to be jealous.”
He huffed and pulled your hand towards his hair, snuggling into you as you began playing with it, “‘m not jealous, that’s a stupid suggestion.”
You smiled down at your boyfriend knowing that you were absolutely right.
』 Kuroo
Another obvious one, but not as whiney as Atsumu
Tries to impress you to get your attention
Will embarrass you with his attempts to prove he’s better
Your friend doesn’t know if they should be amused or embarrassed
You and Kuroo had been invited out to watch your best friend play a gig at your local bar. They’re band had landed they’re first performance and you had been excited to support them.
Running up to the stage, you waved eagerly at you friend. They smiled and and reached a hand down to pull you up on the stage. You gave a friendly greeting to the other band mates before giving your friend a bear hug.
“B/f/n I’m so happy for you!!! This is sooo cool.” At this point you were gushing and singing their praises. Your friend matched your enthusiasm walking you around the stage and explaining the set up.
Your boyfriend huffed from the bottom of the stage as you and your friend walked back over. He reached for your hand to help you off and pull you back towards him. “Congrats on the gig b/f/n, can I have my s/o back now?”
Rolling their eyes they turned to you, “hey, cheer extra loud when we play your song.” They smiled as you nodded eagerly. “There now you can take your precious s/o,” b/f/n gave Kuroo a smug smile before heading back to their band mates.
“You know if you wanted a song I can serenade you at karaoke when their set is over.”
Eyes widening you ignored his suggestion before pulling Kuroo over to the table that had been reserved for you. Sure you loved him, but he couldn’t sing for shit.
The performance was going great, then the music changed and you squealed recognizing it as your favourite. Kuroo glanced over at you as you grinned and waved up at b/f/n. What was so great about them? So what they were in a band, you played this song enough he knew all the words. If you wanted it sung to you he could do it.
And do it he did.
You looked up at your boyfriend as he stood from his seat, “babe what are you doing?” The only response he gave you was a lazy smile before he started belting out the lyrics to your favourite song, terribly off pitch and loudly.
B/f/n stifled a laugh at the scene as you glared daggers at them and your boyfriend. Kuroo kept singing his heart out as you face planted into the table, praying the lights were dim enough that no one would be able to see you. After what felt like an eternity the song finished and Kuroo sat back down next to you.
“See, wasn’t that better than whatever b/f/n had going on up there. I’ll sing for you whenever you want baby.” He slung his arm over you shoulder looking very pleased with himself.
You peaked out at him from your arms, “Who lied to you and told you that you were the next Micheal Jackson?” He whined in protest as you continued, “Out of all the ways to process your jealousy you do this.” Waving a quick goodbye to your friend, you dragged Kuroo out of the bar and headed home.
』 Tendou
Not vocal about it but you can see it in his body language
Would hate for you to think that he wants to control who you hang out with
Once you realize he’ll reluctantly admit to it but feels bad
Just needs some reassurance
Tendou sighed as he watched your story again. It was of you and your best friend at the club for their birthday, an outing which you had excitedly rambled to him about for the past few days. He knows that he shouldn’t be bothered, the two of you have been friends for longer than he’s known you. But that doesn’t help the pit in his stomach seeing you dancing on them.
The sinking feeling hasn’t left him since your best friend had arrived at the door and whisked you away with little more than a quick acknowledgment. The both of you in coordinating outfits, telling him not to wait up.
You love him, he knows that, yet his heart squeezes terribly at every new addition to your story. He shook the thought from his mind and turned his phone off, dropping his head into his hands. He was being ridiculous, if you wanted to date your best friend you wouldn’t have moved in with him.
As he wallowed in self doubt, he missed the sound of the door opening as you slipped into your apartment quietly, to ensure you wouldn’t wake him if he was asleep. You were shocked to see your boyfriend on the couch gripping his hair. “‘Tori?” you approach him carefully, “what happened sweetheart?”
He tensed suddenly before looking up at you with a shaky smile, “hi love, how was the club?” He reached out and grabbed your hands.
You fixed him with a stern look, “satori, you can’t lie to me.” Hands still intertwined, you reached up to cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”
Sighing he closed his eyes and leaned into your hand. He was silent for a moment before speaking softly, “it’s stupid,” you shook your head and smiled up at him, giving him the confidence to continue, “I dunno... I just- felt kinda upset seeing you have so much fun with b/f/n. You guys are just friends and you love me, I know that, but you always just look so happy with them and I don’t know if I make you feel like that.”
You looked at him for a minute before peppering kisses on his face, “I love you both but I would rather eat dirt than date that idiot, we’re so close they’re like a sibling to me.” He gave you a watery smile as you continued, “and you can ask b/f/n yourself if you don’t believe me, but you make me so happy. You’re literally my favourite person ever.”
He tackled you onto the couch with a hug, “you’re my favourite person ever too y/n!!”
You laughed, running your hands through his hair, “you wanna cuddle and watch a movie?” He nodded enthusiastically as you handed him the remote, placing a kiss on his hair.
Tumblr media
This is my first preference so hoping it’s okay. As someone who had an ex be jealous of my best friend I thought this would be fun to write.
Have a wonderful day!!!
368 notes · View notes
glitchy-anime-fan · 3 years
Text
Some of my Mello headcanons because why not
Most of these are just kinda random or stupid inside jokes between me and my friend. Also some of them are based on if Mello and Matt survived in the series. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
Feel free to take this as platonic or romantic!
Tumblr media
Mello only eats milk chocolate. He tried dark chocolate once and said it was “too bitter”
He had tried one of those organic chocolate bars or whatever that’s only got like 75% chocolate in it, but it “ruined” dark chocolate for him
He also just hates white chocolate. The only way he’ll eat it is if it’s on something else like a bonbon or pretzels, but even then those treats won’t be the first on his snack list
Mello made Matt go on a chocolate run once b/c he was running low and they weren’t expecting a restock until a few days later
In a moment of sleep deprived confusion, Matt accidentally bought dark chocolate instead of milk chocolate
It wasn’t a lot, maybe only five or six bars, just enough to tide Mello over until the restock came in. Yet Mello was still upset that it wasn’t milk chocolate
Mello ate the chocolate anyway because he wasn’t going to waste it (or make the already tired Matt return to the store), but he made a point to complain about it the entire time
Mello says that Hershey’s special dark chocolate is okay. He wouldn’t eat a whole bar as a first choice, but the occasional little snack sized bar is okay
Mello is a big rock fan (if the leather wasn’t obvious enough), and while he doesn’t have a favorite sub genre, he does enjoy indie and 80’s rock
Some of his favourite bands are Mother Mother, AC/DC, and MCR
He has one Spotify playlist that he listens to religiously that’s just all his favourite songs and he adds to it constantly
Sometimes if he’s really focused on his work, he’ll listen through the entire playlist and end up in the “songs based off your playlist” playlist
Usually he doesn’t realize he’s listened through the whole list until he hits a song he doesn’t really like and goes to skip it (b/c he rarely skips songs)
Every now and again Matt will take Mello’s phone and just add really random songs to Mello’s playlist
I’m talking songs like the Pokémon rap, songs by the living tombstone, lofi music, etc.
He does it to both mess with Mello (he finds it funny when the blonde actually realizes what songs were added), and as a fun little way to give Mello a break from the rock music
Even though Mello acts annoyed, he never skips any of the songs Matt adds and never deletes them from the playlist
Mello isn’t a big cuddlier (blame the way he was raised at Wammy’s)
Though if you can get him to relax and cuddle with you, he can be pretty docile. He may whine, squirm, and curse at first, but eventually he’ll give in to his fate and relax.
Whenever Matt can tell Mello is having a really stressful day, he will grab Mello, turn on a cheesy movie and force Mello to cuddle with him
Of course Mello will scream, hit, and insult Matt, but the gamer’s heard it all and knows Mello doesn’t mean it. He also knows the blonde will eventually relax so Matt doesn’t take it to heart
Besides, Matt enjoys seeing his partner relax for once especially when Mello falls asleep with his head in Matt’s lap so a few empty insults is nothing
Despite being incredibly intelligent…Mello will occasionally do kinda stupid things
Like sometimes he is stuck in a situation where he brain just kinda doesn’t analyze it like it normally would, and Mello ends up doing really dumb shit
For example; Mello once broke one of prongs off his laptop charger and the little metal bit was stuck in the outlet
For whatever reason, may it be sleep deprivation, stress, or combination of the two, instead of turning off the electricity through the breaker box…Mello threw the tv remote at the outlet
Granted…it worked…the prong came out of the outlet…but it wasn’t the smartest idea
Matt was very confused when he came home to a broken outlet cover and remote, but then laughed for like two hours when Mello explained what happened
Matt has yet to let Mello live this fiasco down and will tease his partner about it whenever he can
Of course it’s not often that Mello has these “off” days, but when he does it’s usually attributed to a lack of sleep or too much stress
Matt is more likely to throw a remote at the outlet though ngl
As much as he hates to admit it, Mello gets flustered easily.
Once again, blame how he was raised in Wammy’s house, but Mello is not used to affection and becomes flustered when he’s shown any form of it.
Matt once called Mello “cute” when he walked in on the blonde actually looking relaxed. Mello’s face went 50 shades of tomato red and he nearly threw his laptop mouse at Matt.
Now Matt makes it his job to show Mello any form of affection, usually in the form of cute little terms of endearment or cuddling
To this day Mello will still blush any time he is shown affection, but he is slowly starting to get use to it
At least, he’s getting used to when Matt is showing him affection
Mello is ticklish as fuck. It’s mainly isolated to his sides and he’s so ticklish that just ghosting your hands by his sides will have him jumping.
Other then cuddles, tickling Mello is one of Matt’s ways to get the blonde to feel better when he’s upset.
Matt will usually only tickle Mello until he can tell the blonde is feeling better, but sometimes if they’re just messing around Matt may get hit
Matt also sometimes just forgets how ticklish Mello is and has gotten hit b/c the gamer ghosted his hands to close to Mello’s sides
Mello does apologise when he does hit Matt. Matt usually laughs it off and they go on with their day.
So we all know Mello and Matt grew up in London right? Well, when Mello left for America he tried his hardest to get rid of his accent
He did eventually succeed while he was with the mafia, but his accent will occasionally slip out when he gets really upset
Sometimes Matt teases Mello incessantly just so he can hear Mello’s accent return. Matt thinks the accent is cute. Mello hates it.
Mello and Matt’s favourite tv show is Victorious, change my mind! 😤
If you want to read more about this, check out this post
Tumblr media
These are all the things I can think of at the moment. I may make a part two if my friend gives me any other funny ideas.
If anyone else has any wholesome Mello (or Matt) headcanons…uh let me know! I would love to hear them!
157 notes · View notes
Text
swan lake || t.h.
Tumblr media
pairing: tom holland x reader
summary: you can't stand tom holland, the guy in your ballet ensemble. But when you two get the roles of Odette and the prince, you two will have to put your differences aside and learn to work with each other.
word count: 2.5k
warnings: language
chapter one
Not again.
This was starting to become a recurring theme - it was Monday and your bus had just left without you. You mumbled profanities under your breath, your duffle bag slung across your shoulder. Frustrated you slumped against a street lantern, when you felt the first drops of rain on your skin. You let out a groan of anger and pulled your hood up over your head, cursing yourself for staying up too late last night. But because you anticipated this, you had already put on your leotard and tights on at home, so when you got to class you’d only have to strip your clothes and start your warm up.
Last week you had gotten whacked on the head with a newspaper for being that late, but with a little bit of luck you wouldn’t have to endure that today.
When you arrived in the ballet studio almost an hour later you were soaked and freezing. You ran through the halls of the studio, already in the process of taking off your jacket and shirt, revealing your dancing clothes underneath. Three minutes left to go.
Your usual locker was already occupied, making you rush to the next best one, ripping the door open, throwing all your clothes in there and only taking your training ballerinas out and slamming the door shut. You had done your hair in the bus already, so it was in a low tight knot. You put your shoes on, running toward the door. One minute left.
“How kind of you to join us today on time,” Sophie, your dance teacher said, following you with her eyes as you took your position. Everyone in the room was staring at you and you could feel their looks drilling in your back. Tom next to you was bowing his head down, obviously trying to hide his laughter. You shot him a poisonous look, rage as well as embarrassment burned inside you. Tom had a special power of making your anger levels go from 0 to 100.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” you said, your face running hot.
“Let’s start with the warm up, shall we?”
“Why is everyone whispering and staring at me,” you whispered through gritted teeth to your friend Hannah, who was helping you stretch. “Ouch!”
“Loosen up,” Hannah whispered, pulling you even closer to her. You were sitting in front of each other on the floor, pushing the others’ legs out. “Haven’t you seen the role sheet today?”
“Fuck,” you whispered, partially because of the stretch, but also because you had forgotten that today the roles for the upcoming show were published. You must’ve not seen the sheet in the locker rooms. “What role did I get?”
Hannah shook her head as you pulled her towards you, adjusting her pose. “You got the role of Odette.”
You immediately let go of Hannah, slapping your hand on your mouth, making her fall forward. You grabbed her shoulders. “I got the main role?” You whisper-screamed, trying your hardest not to get caught by Sophie. “Well, who is playing the prince?”
Hannah cringed and turned her gaze to the side, where a few of your colleagues were standing. Instead of stretching they were very obviously flirting with… Tom. He must’ve noticed you staring at him, as he turned his head and met your gaze. Both of you rolled your eyes as you turned away from each other. “You can’t be serious,” you said.
“I’m sorry,” Hannah huffed, sweat pearling on her dark forehead. “But hey, congrats on the role?”
You finished stretching and continued with your training, going through forms and positions, polishing your moves and getting scolded for flailing your arms too much. As you were approaching your first break, Sophie stepped towards you.
“We will begin with your training for Swan Lake today at 3, make sure to bring your pointe shoes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you said, your heart fluttering at the idea of dancing to your favourite show. The fluttering quickly vanished when you noticed Sophie walking up towards Tom, telling him the same. So you’d already dance with him today.
You tried to shake the bad feeling and it mostly worked, since focusing on your dream always made things easier. Dancing and performing was a way for you to let go, to get completely lost in the story and think about nothing else. There wasn’t much in the world that could ruin that for you.
Oh how wrong you had been.
“I have never seen people with less chemistry than you two,” Sophie sighed. You have never heard her be this exasperated and desperate. “Do you two even dance? Are you really professional dancers? Where did your grace go, where did the love for dance go! Look each other in the eyes for God’s sake!”
“It’d be easier if you didn’t squeeze the hell out of me,” you spat through gritted teeth.
“It’d be easier if you weren’t this heavy,” Tom spat back, his face falling immediately after he realized what he had said.
You jumped out of his grip, staring in disbelief. “Well-” you stammered, not knowing what to retort. “How about you get a little stronger…”
Sophie whacked him with her newspaper over the head. “That is NOT something you say to a lady!” Tiny strands of hair were escaping her neat bun, making her look even more stressed than she was. “We’re finishing this part today and then you two can go home.”
“Sorry,” Tom mumbled under his breath.
“Save it,” you said, taking your start position. Kneeling down on the floor, Odette would wait for the prince to come and lift her up to start the dance with her. In the original the two would fall in love the minute they laid eyes on each other. You tried to do the choreography justice, although your dance partner made it incredibly difficult for you.
“Smile!” Sophie shouted, making you two put on fake plastic grins.
“I’ll spit on your face on stage,” you said through your grin as Tom lifted you up, making you look down on him.
"Do that and I'll rip your lashes off," he said softly while lowering you on the ground again.
You tried to continue the choreography without any incidents but you couldn't help but feel every step, every nudge to be executed with a hint of passive aggression. Tom basically let you fall on the ground instead of putting you down, you avoided each other's eyes, grabbed too harshly, turned too sharply.
"Alright," Sophie said after about four hours of it. "I can't watch this any longer. You both know the choreography, and that's all I can teach you for now. If you don't know how to be nice to each other, don't bother coming to me for help until you do. We'll work on the solos and the other dances first, until you two calmed down. Dismissed."
You slumped down on the floor, rubbing your face. You untied your shoes and took them off, throwing them in your bag. This was going to be hard.
“So how was it?” Hannah asked while the two of you sat on the studio floor.
As an answer you slammed your pointe shoes on the ground several times, breaking them in a way that made them comfortable for your foot. “Take a wild guess.”
She raised her eyebrows as she was sewing the elastic band into her shoe. “What did Sophie say?”
“She refuses to work with us anymore until we get it together,” you grumbled. You slammed your fist on the top of your shoe, softening the box. Suddenly the door opened, making you and Hannah turn your heads.
Tom was marching in the room, directly towards you.
“What the hell,” you mumbled, putting your shoe down and looking up at him as he stopped in front of you. “Can I help you?”
“Are you free today after class?”
You raised an eyebrow, looking at him up and down and smirked. “Are you asking me out?”
Tom crossed his arms, not saying anything. His foot was tapping impatiently on the floor which was tiled with dancing tiles.
“Yeah, I am. See you then,” you said, rolling your eyes. You waved as a good bye, signalling him to leave you alone. You turned to Hannah. “He told me I was too heavy to lift.” “Excuse me?” You shrugged, taking the thread and the needle. Your friend slapped her hands on her thighs in exasperation. “What an ass.”
You finished sewing and breaking in your shoes while talking about anything other than Tom - mostly Hannah’s new date she was going to see that very day. It was nice talking about something else, preparing yourself for class. You could feel that today was going to be a slow one - you eased into your shoes, then into your stretches, and finally into your training, testing out the waters with your new footwear and getting more comfortable as the day progressed. Your mind was empty, completely free of oppressive and depressing thoughts. Your body moved in unison with the music, following the tides of the melody, back and forth seemingly weightless and freed of gravity.
Before you knew it afternoon rolled around and class finished. You packed your stuff, and settled down in the locker room to have some lunch and lie down, coming down from your training.
As always your lunch break went by way too fast. You stood up, shaking your limbs and grabbing your things to go back to the now empty studio. Tom was nowhere to be found, so you warmed quickly up on your own. Your body had cooled down a bit, and you didn’t want to pull a muscle or something, so you did a few squats, jumping jacks and push ups to get moving again. You took your position at the railing in front of the mirror, practicing positions and movements, taking your sweet time. The clock ticked in the back of the room, showing 3.16pm. Where the hell was Tom?
At that moment the door swung open.
“Took you long enough,” you said in an arabesque pose.
“Sorry,” he said, getting in and throwing his duffle bag in the corner of the room.
You put your foot down, looking at him properly. You raised your eyebrows at his childish demeanor. You were already annoyed by him. “Bad day?”
He plonked down on the floor and began to put on his shoes. “I just want this day to be over.”
“Well then cheer up, do you expect me to dance with an energy as bad as yours?”
He looked at you incredulously. “Can’t I be in a bad mood? Do I have to be all sunshine and daisies all the time?” His voice rose now, making you back away a little, but you weren’t having none of that. You had an idea.
“I just said to lose the fucking attitude,” you said, getting louder now as well.
“What if i don’t want to?! God, you’re annoying!”
You took a deep breath putting force in your voice. “Then scream it out, because I don’t want to deal with this!” His hands turned into fists, his eyes lighting up a tiny little bit at the memory your words just triggered. But he was still angry. “Fuck you!”
“No, fuck YOU!”
And without a cue you two just started wordlessly screaming in the other’s face, a prolonged and agonizing scream, throwing it all out. Dancing didn’t require vocal chords, so you had no qualms absolutely shredding yours. You didn’t know if anyone else was in the building, but you didn’t care.
As you two ran out of breath your shoulders slumped, moving heavily up and down as you gasped for air. The room was awfully quiet except for your breathing. Your bodies seemed to mirror each other, more in sync than when you tried to be. Destruction seemed to be more constructive to the relationship between you two than anything else.
You swallowed, standing up straight. “Can we start now?”
Again you were on the floor, folded over in your starting position. You had decided to train without music, so you jumped a little as Tom’s hands touched your wrists, softer than usual. He lifted you up off the floor, placing his hands on your waist. This dance wasn’t particularly difficult or demanding, but for it to work you need a prince who guides Odette just enough without gripping her too tight, and an Odette who knows how much to rely on the prince and how much on herself. There were a few hang ups here and there, but you danced through the whole routine without saying anything once, enjoying the flow of your movements. The dance was still clinical, mostly about getting the order of the moves right. It ended with Tom lifting you up, and slowly lowering you down, and bringing your faces together, hinting at a kiss between you two. You still needed to work on that part.
“So,” he said as you jumped away as the dance ended. “With music this time?”
You nodded. “Maybe don’t grip me this tight when I do the pirouettes,” you said. You took a sip of water and put the bottle away. “I can basically do them on my own, just give me a quick spin and I’ll be able to do them faster.”
“Alright,” he said, getting into position. “But try to do your moves independently from me. It’ll make them look better.”
You folded over on the floor and waited for the music to start. When it started you closed your eyes for a second anticipating the touch on your wrists. Still it sent a jolt through you. “Softer,” you said as you did your pirouette, and the grip on your waist turned to a fleeting touch every few moments, accelerating your turns.
“Lean in properly,” Tom said as you leaned in his hands to the side to lift your leg. You did as told and managed to lift your leg even higher and with less effort. He lifted you by the waist, brows furrowed the slightest in concentration, turning in a circle. Your hands rested on his shoulders, eyes trained on him. You wondered if Odette really fell in love with the prince on sight.
The routine went smoother with each time you tried it, your movements dynamic and easy like a well oiled machine.
After a while you decided to call it a day, and after you awkwardly said your goodbyes, you went home. Suddenly you didn’t know how to act around him, everything you did felt clumsy and weird. You were used to being annoyed by him and just being generally mad at him. But now that you had to cooperate and put those things aside, what was left?
a.n.: this is the first chapter of maybe two or three, lmk what you think! this is the first time i post to tungle, be kind lmfao
116 notes · View notes
lazywonderlvnd · 3 years
Note
Imagine Harry learning to play the guitar after the war and Draco finds out when they start dating and is obv a slut for it. Anyway what I'm here to beg for is sexy-guitar-player-Harry smut please and thank
first of all nonners I’m so sorry this took me lit rally 59 years to answer!!!! when I saw it in my inbox last week I was abt to answer n be like yes. this. And then realized it needed to be written and got sidetracked w the first himbo harry installment but here it is now and let me just SAY this trope is my new FAVORITE thing in the world oh my goddddd when I tell u the way I’ve been yelling to glows and cielia abt it 👁👄👁
highly recommend listening to wonderwall when it comes up to Complete the Experience. hope u enjoy ❤️
“I’m sorry, he what?”
“Yeah, he’s really good,” said Weasley. He nodded towards the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall; Draco had taken notice of it the first time he’d seen Harry’s flat but never paid it much mind after that, taking it for decoration, or perhaps an unused gift. “He’ll play if you ask him. He doesn’t like showing off.”
“Which is silly,” Granger said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve told him, just because he’s good at it doesn’t make it showing off. I wish he’d play for people more often.”
“He has literally never mentioned this to me.” He felt utterly stunned and completely cheated. He tried to picture it and couldn’t. “How long’s he been playing?”
“Picked it up after the war. It was kind of funny, actually  --” Weasley started saying, but Harry came back into the room -- still pulling his shirt on -- and he broke off, giving Draco a significant look that told him to bring it up.
“Harry,” said Draco imperiously, to which he received two raised eyebrows as Harry fell into his favourite armchair and pushed a hand through his still-damp curls. Draco matched his expression and glanced at the guitar. Harry followed his gaze, looking genuinely confused.
“What, what is it?”
“When were you going to tell me you play?”
“What, guitar?”
“Yes, guitar.”
He shrugged and grabbed for one of the beers on the table, wandlessly magicking the cap off. “I dunno. When it came up, I guess.”
“The way your friends tell it you’re quite good.”
Harry gave Weasley and then Granger a sour look; both of them gave it right back to him, which was, admittedly, amusing.
“I can play all right,” he said vaguely, and took a swig of his drink. It did make some sort of sense, now Draco thought about it -- the tips of Harry’s fingers were far, far too calloused to have been just from casual Quidditch and Auror training. 
“You know, Harry, it actually comes off as more pretentious when you act like this,” said Granger. Weasley snorted. Harry glared at her. “Just play for him, won’t you? And us too -- it’s been ages.”
“Yeah, what’s that Muggle song you play sometimes that I like?” said Weasley.
“I dunno, I’ve played a lot of Muggle songs.”
“He means Wonderwall, Harry,” said Granger, grinning. Harry finally smiled too, and although their little Muggle joke was lost on Weasley and himself he was glad to see that it had apparently been the prodding Harry needed to give in. He set his beer back down and went to get the guitar; something about the way he threw the thin and fraying strap over his head, the way his hands went effortlessly to their places, was unexpectedly attractive. The left one curled easily around the neck of the instrument, heavily-roughened fingers finding their odd positions on the strings, something Draco had always thought looked very painful.
He plucked a few chords and then began fiddling with the knobs at the head of the guitar, tuning it in what was clearly the Muggle fashion, which against his will left Draco completely fascinated. Having no musical inclination himself, he could make nothing of the process except that Harry apparently heard the discordant notes in there well enough to be able to fix them, and finally when he brought his thumb down across all six strings it sounded as sweet and clear as if it had been done by magic.
“Course he likes Wonderwall,” Harry said to Granger even as he began playing, fingers shifting and moving and contorting to create the notes while he strummed softly, effortlessly, and the music crawled over Draco’s skin and inside of him. “I remember Dudley listening to it, like, what … summer before sixth year? On the radio constantly.”
“Sounds about right,” said Granger. 
 Draco had stopped paying attention to what they were saying, though. Either because the music itself had something haunting about its melody or because it was Harry playing it, or perhaps a combination of both, Draco felt a pit of emotion form in his chest to round off the edges of his growing arousal.
And then he started singing, and Draco swallowed very hard. Granger dropped a head onto Weasley’s shoulder and watched with a tender expression, Weasley similarly enamored. Harry had his eyes on his hands for the most part, closing them a few times throughout, looking as comfortable now as he did on a broomstick.
Only three months of official dating had not prepared Draco for the flood of emotions he now felt, yet the most pressing matter had become the semi trapped uncomfortably in his trousers. He wanted those talented fingers in his mouth, to feel the callouses on his tongue and taste Harry on them; he wanted to feel them on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and hip bones, to have them buried so deeply in his arse that he forgot where he ended and Harry began. 
Of course, he had to keep this to himself for the next hour, until he was able to get Granger and Weasley out of the flat. And once he did, he didn’t bother dragging Harry to his bedroom -- Draco pushed him up against the front door that had just closed behind his friends and hauled him into a kiss that he felt Harry grinning into.
“I thought you seemed tetchy,” he muttered, hands dropping to Draco’s hips. “Oasis really does it for you, huh?”
“What the hell is oasis?”
“The band who does the song.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s the band who does it for me.” He kissed Harry again, maybe a little too hungrily, and dug a fist into his side when he started laughing. “Shut up, why the hell didn’t you ever tell me you played?”
Harry pulled his head back, looking at Draco with an arched brow and an infuriating smirk. 
“What do you mean, ever? We’ve only been together three months, it didn’t come up.”
“God,” Draco muttered, and now he reached down and pressed his palm against Harry’s cock, pleased to feel how hard he was in spite of his ruthless teasing. “You’re so annoying.”
“Well if I’d known how randy it would make you I might’ve played for you a long time ago.”
Having had quite enough of Harry’s particularly sarcastic brand of wit, he ignored this last and reached for one of his hands, removing it from his own hip and bringing it to his lips. It was extremely satisfying to watch the smirk disappear from Harry’s face when he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. 
“Bit fetish-y, isn’t this?” Harry said breathily, eyes wide as he watched, looking half amused and half awed. In retaliation, Draco took another finger into his mouth and slid his tongue between them, tasting soap and salt, feeling the callouses on the tips of his fingers and letting that sensation grip his insides like an iron fist. “Jesus Christ,” Harry groaned; his free hand went to Draco’s jaw, holding him steady, and with a truly outstanding audacity began fucking Draco’s mouth with his fingers.
They dipped bluntly past his uvula, scraping the back of his throat so he gagged around their intrusion. Saliva built with an excessive speed that had it drooling out of the corners of his lips and coating Harry’s knuckles. Draco closed his eyes and let it happen, opening his throat against the relentless assault and curling his hands in Harry’s shirt just to steady himself. 
They were gone too soon and Harry’s mouth replaced them, much gentler but still with a tangible sense of urgency about it.
When he broke away, he said against Draco’s lips, “Like my fingers, do you?”
Draco merely nodded, feeling their wetness against his cheek. 
“Then turn around,” said Harry, “and I’ll fuck you with them.”
Draco let out a soft, embarrassing whimper and let Harry spin them around and press him against the door, cheek-first. He undid his flies himself and Harry tugged them down his legs and off his feet, allowing Draco to spread them slightly. Harry’s fingers were there immediately, sliding slick between his cheeks and over his hole. The memory of Harry’s hands on the guitar was still so fresh, his fingers changing chords effortlessly, sacrificing them to blisters and callouses and roughened skin for the music they created, and Draco closed his eyes against a fresh wave of arousal and another pang of emotion.
“You really are incredible,” said Draco, biting back a moan as two of those dexterous fingers slipped inside of him. Harry fucked him with them slowly, carefully, seeking out his prostate and angling for it each time once he’d found it. Draco turned his face to press his forehead against the door, eyes still closed, nails scraping wood. “And I like that song.”
“It’s a good one,” Harry agreed. His hot breath caressed the back of Draco’s neck, fingers pumping, his other hand back at Draco’s waist. “I have a million more I’d love to show you.”
Draco didn’t bother trying to find his voice again: instead he pushed back against Harry’s driving fingers, everything that wasn’t the relentless stabbing against his prostate driven from his mind. His neglected cock slapped against the door with every thrust, the red and irritated head dripping pre-come against the wood. Only half conscious of the decision to do so, he wrapped his hand around it and pulled and squeezed and zeroed in on the bursts of pleasure radiating outwards from inside his body until it all spilled over and he came in great pulses, gasping for breath while Harry kept at it. 
The fingers slowed as he reached his peak and began coming down but they didn’t stop, nor was his prostate given much of a break. Harry reinforced his grip on Draco’s waist and kept pumping, a steadier rhythm that nevertheless rubbed and prodded at that little bundle, making his nerves tingle and fizzle and scream out their overstimulation.
“Harry,” he said weakly, knees buckling. “Please …”
It could have been comical the way Harry followed his movement as he slid down the door to the ground, except it wasn’t. It was infuriating, actually, and felt at once like more than he could possibly handle and exactly what he needed. His forehead and his hands went back to the wood, bracing himself as Harry, kneeling behind him, continued fucking his beautiful, merciless fingers and stimulating Draco’s overworked prostate. 
He pushed a third one in alongside the other two and Draco was shocked to feel a hot tear leak out of the corner of his eye. Harry crooked them expertly, with all the confidence and surety of someone who had done this a million times, could do it in their sleep, as if it was not the guitar strings but Draco’s body he was strumming now, an instrument fine-tuned to his own particular cadence and rhythm, which he and no one else could play quite right.
Lips parted, hot breath echoing off the door and back into his face, Draco allowed himself to be taken apart with the same ferocious intensity he’d seen Harry use on the guitar. Each stroke brought him back to full hardness, each stab against his prostate made his nerves sing a tormented chorus, drowning out the pain of the wooden floor against his bare knees. 
“Shit,” Draco choked out, “I’m gonna come again …”
“Well that’s the idea,” said Harry. His voice was full of that same witty and well-meaning sarcasm Draco liked so much, even when it made him feel like punching him. Snatches of the song came back to him, Harry’s voice when he sang it, the expert shifting of his fingers where they pressed and plucked at the strings like he was making love to them. It was all so very much. 
He came a second time without even bothering to touch his cock, because he just didn’t fucking need it. His body thrummed and vibrated like a snapped rubber band while Harry coaxed him along his high and back down again. When he finally pulled his fingers out he leant forward over Draco’s back and kissed the side of his neck, then the corner of his jaw. 
“You know you make much lovelier sounds than the guitar, just so we’re clear,” he said, and Draco, with what strength he had left, shoved Harry and watched him fall sideways laughing. 
634 notes · View notes
lady-of-insomniacs · 3 years
Text
Flute Boy
For @wesper-week day 3 Modern AU
Pairing: Wylan/Jesper
Word count: 2,390
Summary: Jesper is the lead singer of The Crows and incredibly bored. So he scrolls through Insta and stumbles over a cute boy playing a cover of his newest song on his flute - part two
AO3 link: here
Checking his notifications was always a game of roulette. If Jesper was lucky, he was tagged in good fanart or maybe someone rambling about The Crows. If he wasn't, the posts were full of hate or extremely (sometimes stalkery) weird messages. Not that weird wasn't good, no there certainly was good weird and bad weird. But Jesper was bored. And what cured boredom the best? Right, checking your feed on Instagram.
So there the singer was, scrolling aimlessly and passing the occasional like (shit, these kids were talented) or maybe commenting some shit on Inej's last post to annoy her. A little play fight with the bassist would be funny right now.
But before Jesper could set his career on the line by angering his best friend, another post caught his eye. It was a video of a red haired guy around his age. He was playing some sort of flute and instruments were interesting so Jesper clicked on it. Immediately, the familiar tunes of their last single started to play, the boy filmed in profile while he was moving around, the flute on his mouth. There was a giggle from the cameraman that overlayed the music slightly but Jesper still could hear everything. The boy played flawlessly and with closed eyes while his friend kept chuckling and moving around him.
Jesper was intrigued. This boy had talent. So he went to the tagged profile @WytheSunshine, hoping that he would get a better view. The video was too shaky to make out anything more than the bright red hair that probably reached to his shoulders and that he was fairly skinny. Unfortunately the account was private. Oh damn. At least the bio was visible so Jesper learned the boy's name. It was Wylan.
Back to the original clip. This time, he read the caption "my dumbass friend won't stop playing The Crows, someone make him shut up!". Oh no, now Jesper had to say something.
Quickly, Jesper clicked on the little arrow and posted the video to his story, tagged Inej, Nina and Matthias and added "we need a flute player asap".
Not even two minutes later, Inej answered with some laughing emojis. Nina was a little more drastic and posted his story to her own with the words "Get 'em Jes!".
Jesper laughed to himself and kept scrolling. But now he was curious. He wanted to know what the boy looked like, so he went back to the profile of the friend, a kid with the user @Phoenix_Kuwei and stalked his account instead. To his luck, the most recent post was immediately a selfie with his friend.
Jesper was charmed. While Wylan certainly wasn't happy that he was being photographed, he was fucking gorgeous. His skin was so pale that Jesper wondered if he would even be visible next to a wall while his friend had a darker skin tone. The friend, Kuwei said the bio, had his arm around his shoulder and grinned at the camera while the boy appeared to be rolling bis eyes but with a fond grin. The grin had Jesper weak already. And then these freckles. Damn.
One little gay panic later, Jesper's finger was hovering over the follow button. He was back at the boy's profile and hoped that some force would give him the confidence to just click the damn button. And then Jesper imagined Nina cackling at him so being such a pussy and pressed it. He wasn't in a band for nothing, right?
To distract himself, Jesper went back to his newest post and answered to a few fans and went through with annoying Inej. That somehow led to some elaborate meme war in the band group chat which had to be broken up by Kaz before anything too bad happened. God, sometimes their manager could be a real killjoy.
Back to Instagram it was. To his delight, he saw that @WytheSunshine had accepted his follow request so Jesper went straight to the profile. Only to come up empty handed. Wylan hadn't posted one single picture of himself. The world hated him.
Time for more drastic measures. Determined, Jesper opened his DMs and typed out a message:
JesperFaheyOfficial: Hey, loved your cover! You play that flute really good! :)
An answer followed suit. Jesper just hoped that he wouldn't turn out to be one of the super fans. That would get ugly really soon and he really didn't want the cute boy to be like that. The world owed him something for being in a band with Nina and Matthias.
WytheSunshine: Holy shit, thank you!
WytheSunshine: Wait, you aren't just Kuwei pranking me, right?
JesperFaheyOfficial: How should I be able to fake this account?
WytheSunshine: Kuwei knows strange shit
JesperFaheyOfficial: Can confirm, I'm really Jesper
seen
As there still wasn't another text after ten minutes, Jesper started to get worried. And what do you do if you potentially get ghosted by a cute fan? Right, you screenshotted it and asked Nina for help. That woman was magical when it came to Jesper's drama of a love life.
So Jesper did just that. And got laughed at. Nice one Nina. She basically just told him to suck it up and stop worrying. (Well maybe he shouldn't have started the conversation with "did this boy just ghost me because I'm me?")
Turned out that she was right. The second Jesper exited their chat, a text from Wylan popped up.
WytheSunshine: Sorry, needed to stop the noodles from overcooking
WytheSunshine: you're actually serious?
JesperFaheyOfficial: no, I'm Jesper
WytheSunshine: oh god, I don't know if I should be freaking out or rolling my eyes
JesperFaheyOfficial: most tend to do both
That sounded like he was a fuckboy. Oh well. By now, Jesper was lying on his sofa, feet on the headrest and his head hanging over the sofa.
WytheSunshine: uhm cool
JesperFaheyOfficial: come on tell me more, I'm bored
JesperFaheyOfficial: what's your favourite song, where did you learn to play the flute like that, why isn't your account public?
WytheSunshine: You're My Addiction is probably my all time favourite, my dad forced me to when I was younger and I'm not as open as Kuwei
WytheSunshine: don't you have like rockstar-y things to do? Instead of talking to me?
The innocent question made Jesper laugh out loud. That boy was too cute, he could already tell. So he proceeded to lament about his terrible boredom and how no one had come to his rescue until he stumbled over the video. Evidently, this flustered Wylan incredibly. Jesper filed that information away for later usage and kept flirting more or less obvious simply because he liked how Wylan reacted every time. Of course live expressions would be premium but Jesper took what he got.
To both of their surprise, their chats carried on over the next few days. That eacalated to the point where Jesper kept checking his phone during band practice until Inej had enough and confiscated it. But the damage was done, Jesper was attached. And determined to meet the kid. Because damn, no one was allowed to be so hot and cute and flirt back all at the same time. What was Jesper supposed to do other than develop the biggest crush?
So he did the only thing he could think of.
JesperFaheyOfficial: Yo, wanna meet up?
WytheSunshine: as in seeing each other face to face?
JesperFaheyOfficial: yes, that's usually meant with the proposal of a date
WytheSunshine: wait wait wait
WytheSunshine: date ???
JesperFaheyOfficial: yes?
Maybe the messages did seem cocky bordering on arrogant but Jesper was overplaying his insecurities with flirting okay? Plus Wylan didn't seem to be too against it.
WytheSunshine: uhm okay
JesperFaheyOfficial: is that a yes?
WytheSunshine: no idea why you would want that but sure, I'd love to go on a date with you
JesperFaheyOfficial: sweet. When are you free?
WytheSunshine: on Friday? You're recording in New York rn, right?
JesperFaheyOfficial: yup. Friday sounds good, I'm free
Jesper looked up from his phone and was met with two smiling girls and one head shaking drummer. "What?"
"Nothing," Nina was laughing on the inside, Jesper could see it. And Inej was too, they were throwing these glances at each other that he never could decipher.
But Jesper didn't want to get into that so he put his phone away graciously. Then walked back up to the mic and . "Can we start?"
He was approximately 67% sure than Inej mumbled something along the lines 'spoiled diva' while Nina and Matthias just exchanged a shrug. Oh well, not Jesper's problem. They went over their set a few times more before they decided to call it a day and go out for food.
~*~
Friday came faster than Jesper expected it to. Okay, it was entirely possible that he had begged Kaz to keep them occupied so the time would pass faster but that would stay forever between the two.
Now however, the singer was sitting in the cozy café and hoped that no one would recognize him. A fan attack was nothing he was prepared for right now, as arrogant as that sounded. Jesper perked up every time the door went and then shook his head at himself. That was borderline pathetic.
But then, the now familiar red head walked into the café. Immediately, Jesper got up from his seat to greet him. By wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. Because Jesper was confident like that.
Wylan accepted the hug a bit surprised. He hadn't seen that coming though he should have known that Jesper was an affectionate guy. Nevertheless, he seemed to get over it and relaxed into it (to Jesper's great relief). "You're fucking tall."
"Never knew that you cussed," Jesper laughed surprised. These were about the last words he would have expected, "and you're just fucking short."
"Oh, you can cuss but I can't?" Wylan cocked his eyebrow and crossed his arms.
Jesper sputtered. It was official, he was in love. This kid killed him with a simple comment. And apparently was really happy about it, judging by the grin.
"Let's discuss that when you have a coffee, maybe the sugar makes you nicer," Jesper said smoothly and returned the grin belatedly.
Wylan allowed him to get the upper hand and took a seat while the singer waved for a waiter. They placed their orders and started to chat as they waited for their drinks.
Soon, Jesper was talking with his entire body, marking down every giggle he received as success and every blush he elicited as another reason to keep randomly throwing in the comments that caused it. Despite his former worries, Wylan was engaged in the conversation too and told some stories of his own. For example about the time he and Kuwei almost blew up their school lab during the project that wad worth 50% of their grade or the pranks they had planned to play on his father. The way Wylan described it had Jesper cackling on the floor.
Both of them were relieved how easy the words came to them as they were speaking. Wylan had silently agonised over the date and driven Kuwei insane. After three nervous walks from the bathroom and back to the living room, his friend had taken him by the shoulders and told him that even if it went wrong, it would become a good story to tell. Not everyone could say that they had been on a horrible date with Jesper Fahey from The Crows, right?
But the date wasn't horrible at all and he sure as hell would have something to tell. At the moment, Jesper was waving around his cup while he was talking about the last band practice. "You should have seen that! Nina was lying on the floor laughing while Kaz was giving her this intense glare."
"Isn't Kaz you manager?" Wylan wanted to know through his own snickering. Jesper's laugh was really contagious so he tried to drown it in the coffee. At least long enough to actually engage in the conversation.
Jesper nodded, the occasional giggle bubbling up. "Yeah, he is. A wonder that he still deals with us after that though. Never saw that man angrier even with cupcake topping in his hair. Probably because Inej was the one throwing it."
"And here I was thinking that you were serious artists," Wylan teased and immediately took another bite of the brownie. The comment had slipped out without Wylan's rational brain's approval and now he just hoped that he didn't go too far.
Luckily, there was only mock upset in his voice as he answered. "We are the most serious artists in the world! We're professionals!"
Somehow this sentence pushed Wylan into hysterics that only stopped when the waitress approached them, wringing her hands. A little nervous, she informed them that the café would be closing in five minutes.
Sheepishly, Wylan apologized and grabbed for his wallet. Only for Jesper to already hand over a few bills. "I'm paying."
"What? No, I-"
"Uh uh," Jesper shook his head and ushered the waitress to take the money, "I invited you on this date so I'm paying."
A little stare down later, the coffees and the brownies were payed for (by Jesper but Wylan snuck in the tip) and they exited the café together. Only to stand there awkwardly.
"Sooo," Jesper drew out the 'o'. God, he was never this nervous, why was this boy making him so nervous? That wasn't normal. And unfair. Stop.
At least Wylan seemed to feel the same. Which was weird, since they had been perfectly fine over text and inside the café.
And then, Jesper just laughed again. "God, that's dumb. Wanna do this again? 'Cause I like you flute-boy if you like it or not."
"Uhm, yes!" Wylan flushed at the nickname and nodded, relieved that Jesper broke the awkwardness, "I uhm like you too."
"Great!" Jesper clapped his hands together and turned towards the street, "how do you get home? I could take you if you didn't come by car."
Should he say yes? The train wasn't Wylan's first choice but wasn't that pushing it? Immediately, Kuwei's disappointed face appeared in his mind. "If you don't mind, yes please."
"Cool! Choose some good music, I'm in the mood for ruining my voice."
58 notes · View notes
moon-lixie · 3 years
Text
Help - Seo Changbin
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
“But what if he tries to kiss me? You know I don't know how to kiss.” And just how he helped you calm your nerves and pick the clothes you would wear, Changbin helped you with this one last detail.
genre: fluff, 80s AU
word count: 2.647k
The music turned slightly louder as a result of Changbin´s nervous fingers toying with the stereo of your room, blasting Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen in a volume where you could appreciate every single word clearly. You didn't pay particular attention to that detail as you kept moving your feet back and forth in the air.
Laying down on your bed, your elbows supported the weight of your head that leaned comfortably against your palm. Under your concentrated gaze was a magazine acquired barely minutes ago as you walked back from school with your friend.
A deep sigh left your friend's lips, almost disrupting the calmness with the blatant distress that it carried. And for the first time in the last fifteen minutes your gaze fluttered over his figure long enough for him to snap his head in your direction.
Once his gaze started softening and his brows abandoned the previously furrowed state they had met your glance with, you moved your orbs back to the pages that lazily turned due to your slightly bored fingers.
Many Friday afternoons had been spent like that, with your friend hanging around your house or vice versa. It wasn´t often that you got bored or impatient for the night to arrive soon —because that meant parting ways with Changbin and that idea always sounded dreadful— but today was one of those days.
Today, when the night arrived, you would be going on a date —your very first one that is— and it stirred inside you an excitement that couldn´t be dampened by nothing in this world. Or so you thought before your friend released another awfully loud sigh.
“Could you quit whatever it is that you're doing? You're ruining the mood,” escaped from your lips with a fake annoyance that prevented him from tensing up any further.
He mumbled a quick and awfully faint apology but you still managed to make it out in between the familiar melody of Died in your arms that began playing as the voice from the man working on the radio station currently playing faded.
It was your turn to sigh as he started pacing restlessly around the carpeted floor of your room. Whatever was the thing that could possibly bother him that much escaped your seemingly limited understanding.
For a split second you considered asking him what was bothering him so greatly, but knowing him you were certain that if it distressed him enough for him not to even bother hiding his restlessness, it wasn't particularly something he would be comfortable to talk about freely.
He seemed to limit himself to look at the floor solely until his eyes travelled to one of the walls without notice. It wasn't the one covered with the posters of your favourite bands —that of course happened to be his favourite ones as well— nor the one where your window stared at the backyard he had sneaked into in the middle of the night more times that you could count with a single hand.
It had been the one where you had tried to do a collage of photos; you had ultimately given up one particularly hot day of the last summer that only added to the uncomfortable sticky feeling of glue drying on your palms and the lack of photos that had prompted you to carry a camera around the last months.
A small smile morphed Changbin´s expression into a less sour one, eliciting a smile of your own. The corners of his eyes began crinkling as he took notice of the fact that most pictures were of him or at least included his presence; for a second you thought you could blush in embarrassment, quickly discarting the thought upon realizing that if someone was aware of your lack of close friends it was Changbin.
Standing up you left the magazine open on one particularly unimportant page and walked to stand beside the person you loved to tease about his height.
Watching as his hand reached out forward, you took in how he ever so gently pressed the tips of his fingers on the white edges of the polaroid that perfectly encapsulated one morning on the nearby park that had risen upon you two not long ago.
A flash of sadness unmistakably passed through his pupils, worry setting itself deep within your chest.
“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked in a hushed tone as if raising your voice in the slightest would result in scaring him away.
Without words he tried to reassure you that everything was fine, softly shaking his head and flashing your way the smallest of smiles. If only you hadn't known him since you were both kids, then maybe you would believe he was really okay.
The exact moment you were about to give up on letting him drown in his own pitifulness and ask him what was going on, he turned around and quickly made his way to plop down on your bed.
Your right eyebrow quirked in amusement as you watched him reach out for the one stuffed animal he had given you for your birthday four springs ago, pressing it tightly against his chest. For a moment you caught yourself feeling slightly annoyed at him not hugging you, if he wanted to hug something so desperately you would've liked to be his first option.
After letting a small huff escape from in between your lips, you walked towards him only to playfully snatch the brown fluffiness away from his arms and ultimately lay down beside him after saying, “you were going to asphyxiate it if you kept going like that.”
“It was either him or you,” he said, this time mirroring your playfulness and seemingly letting his worries aside.
“First of all, who said that it was a he?” you said while shooting a disapproving glare to your friend, “and second, if I needed to sacrifice myself to save this poor soul then I would.”
“Don't say I didn't warn you.” Before you were able to question his words he lunged at you, his fingers tickling just the spots that had you trying to stifle your laugh with all your might.
Seconds later he hugged you close to his chest, laughs filling the whole room and erasing any trace of worry from his face. While you just begged him to let you go as a poor attempt of expressing that you wanted him to do the exact opposite.
His loud laugh died down as he let you go and faced the ceiling once again, only sporadically leaving his mouth as a breathy giggle that matched perfectly the ones bubbling up from your throat.
And then, just as silence began to install itself on your bed right between the both of you, he said something that surprised you, “isn't it time for you to get ready for that date? I mean, that's the only reason you brought me here, right?” His tone was teasing and playful, for a second it pulled you away from the daze that the thought of almost forgetting about your date brought.
Right then you had no idea but as you agreed you were also signing for an extremely picky Changbin who kept shaking his head in disapproval over and over again as you chose different clothing pieces from your closet, either because he had turned into a full fashionista on the last hours or just because he wanted to annoy you.
“I swear to god Seo Changbin, if you don't say that this is the one when I come out we´re going to have some trouble.” The comment seemed to amuse him seeing that he had snorted right away.
Taking one last look at the mirror above your sink, you opened the bathroom door and stepped right where he could see you perfectly. “So, how do I look?”
He could´ve laughed at the weird poses you were striking while trying to add to the simple set of denim shorts and the white graphic tee tucked inside them if only he didn't seem so out of breath.
The top you wore was one that you had bought with him one Saturday when you had the great idea of buying some matching outfits and he had refused until you finally convinced him to buy a simple t-shirt, just that.
“God, does it look that bad?” you began saying with a frown painting your features with worry, “I mean, it is a bit casual but you said that it would be better not to overdo it-”
“No, no,” he quickly interrupted what both of you knew would be a string of incoherent and unstoppable talking that erupted as a habit that came from pure nervousness, “you look great, really. This is it.”
One small smile brightened your face but did nothing to ease the nerves that increased as the excitement washed away, because your date was no longer a what if that could take place in the future but a fact that would occur without a doubt.
Your trembling hands reached towards your bed where most of your clothes had been left discarded, along with the magazine that just now you remember existed —without a doubt it would be crinkled.
Starting to pick up some stuff with the intention of cleaning up, Changbin soon joined you and bumped the side of his hips against yours before walking with obvious content towards your closet. It meant a lot to you that, just like always, he was trying to help you ease your nerves without being awfully obvious about it.
Quickly, you rushed towards where he was and pushed him softly to the side before laughing and putting some folded pieces of clothing inside its respectful cabinets. He didn't just brush it off and instead paid you back with the same treatment, beginning like that another fit of laughter that barely allowed you to be quick about sorting out the pile of clothing.
When you both finished the sky had turned into a deep and dark purple that threatened to end your precious time with your friend; you were beginning to judge yourself for being so impatient earlier when all you wanted now was for hours to stretch endlessly if it meant staying in his comforting presence.
His hand held yours and brought you out of your daze; your heart shouldn’t have been beating as hard because it was just Changbin. That’s right, just Changbin, your sweet and incredibly attentive friend, just that…
A comforting smile met your sight after he squeezed your hand gently to catch your attention. It was just friendly Changbin, and they were just nerves for your date, not butterflies.
Without a word he brought you to sit on the floor right in front of him, so you could be facing straight as his slightly furrowed brows and beautifully brown eyes.
“What’s bothering you?” he asked, squeezing your hand one more time in the process. “Tell me so that I can help.”
You wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation, a couple of hours before anyone would’ve thought those words would end up slipping from your lips, not his.
“I don't know,” you murmured quite uncertain of what to say next, so you just said exactly that, “I have no idea what to do.”
“Ask me then, I’ll help you.”
The tone of his voice, so confident and friendly, made you want to laugh out loud. “This isn’t like studying, silly.”
“We can pretend it is. Let’s say it’s a math problem we need to solve, you know I got your back.”
That you did know, he always had your back just like you had his. It had been an unspoken promise of two toddlers that still managed to stay perfectly immaculate.
You began speaking, asking silly questions and eventually moving onto the real ones, the things that worried you and made your stomach churn until you felt nauseous.
“And what if he tries to kiss me? You know I don't know how to kiss.” This particular question left your lips as a mere whisper; it had caused Changbin’s grip on your hand to tighten as he hadn’t let go of your hand since you both had sat down.
“W-Well.” His voice was shaky, it made you wonder if perhaps that was a question too difficult to answer or if you shouldn’t have mentioned it. Immediately your gaze traveled to the ground as you tried to hide your embarrassed expression.
“I guess I can help with that too.” And just how he helped you calm your nerves and pick the clothes you would wear, he helped you with that one last detail.
The fingers of his free hand brushed on your chin as he lifted your face for you to stare at him. He leaned ever so slowly, a small nervous smile coating his rosy lips whose colour matched the blush bringing liveliness to his face.
Time seemed to move terribly slow as his lids fluttered shut, seconds later it was your turn to close your eyes. Before you knew his lips were brushing over yours, his breathing fanning over your cheek in a tickling fashion that made you feel warm inside rather than making you want to laugh.
When he finally pressed his lips fully on yours it felt like you were melting, a tingling sensation travelled through your whole body and you squeezed his hand as tightly as possible.
It felt like years before he moved away from you, though you were aware that it must have been barely a couple of seconds. Just as you were pulling away, eyes still closed, his hand cupping your cheek, he spoke softly, “It would be something like that.”
A shiver ran down your spine when his breath fanned over your lips and before you even knew your lips were pressed against his once again. This time it wasn’t as awkward or stiff; in fact, he let go of your hand and moved his position for him to be kneeling. Getting closer to you seemed like his mission as his other hand gently pressed against your cheek that had begun feeling jealous of the warmth the other was receiving from his touch.
His lips moved against yours slowly and careful not to scare you away, for a second you could swear you tasted a tinge of the vanilla ice cream he had bought on the way home at the tip of your tongue.
This time as he pulled away you weren’t left with confusing interrogations that messed up with your mind but with a hammering heart that seemed to overpower the noise coming from the stereo.
“Or something like that,” Changbin said, chuckling to himself with satisfaction before sitting back where he had been like he had never once moved. But you could see it on the faint smile covering his lips that he was enjoying himself more than his timid hands were trying to show as they were shoved under the thighs of his crossed legs.
“I don’t want to go anywhere now,” you said in between breaths; he laughed right away with a warmness that reached your cheeks as well as your heart.
“I don’t want you to go either.”
The smile on his lips painted itself on your face as well; seeming to get out of a strange daze the music from the radio reached your ears with a newfound intensity that made you scared about possibly disturbing someone. That thought was left aside when you recognised the song playing, it was Friends will be Friends by Queen.
There were butterflies dancing freely on your stomach and a sense of comfort that made your heart sing. Laughing out loud you leaned towards Changbin once again; Freddie Mercury had no idea what he was talking about, because sometimes friends were much more than just that.
86 notes · View notes