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irwinkitten · 6 years

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requested: yes!!! pairing: calum x reader prompt: you have matching soulmate tattoos notes: @babylonshood‘s fault this time!! thank u @modelukesfor the tattoo ideas!! (also thank u for pointing out my tired ass mistake i love u) @themuseumnights gets a special shoutout for helping me organise my brain without me going into meltdown mode. special thanks also goes to @cals-babylons because my mind is fucking weird and she reminded me to keep at it. we all know i’m a slut for soulmate!aus so here i am and i’m not sorry time to hurt some hearts wheeeeeeeeee word count: 1.9k!!

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No one really understood why tattoos began appearing on people that turned eighteen.

At first, the public just assumed it was those eighteen year olds, getting drunk and celebrating turning eighteen. But the designs were so intricate, so unique, other questions began to get asked.

It was only when the first couple with matching tattoos met, did people even begin to consider the soulmate theory.

It was by chance that someone had recorded them meeting, and their tattoos that had adorned their wrists had gone from colourless lines to a colourful piece. When asked, they’d described it as if their entire view of the world shifted to fit this one person, who they’d move mountains for, and even though they’d tried to keep it platonic-due to relationships they were in at the time-they realised very fast that denying themselves someone who was designed for them was not only difficult, it was painful.

And so from one chance meeting, the world began to accept the soulmate theory, as more and more evidence came forward for it and supported the theory.

People were fast beginning to realise that part of the tattoo were lyrics, lyrics that sang to your soulmate. Most believed it was a way for you to connect with your soulmate, to understand them a little if you hadn’t found them yet.

When you turned eighteen, you were half asleep and halfway down the stairs before you registered the words and the image that had appeared on your unmarked skin.

“My tattoo appeared!” You burst into the kitchen, startling your parents who looked confused for a second before realisation dawned.

Your mum reached you first as you held your arm out to show her, your own eyes taking it in.

“What kind of design is that?” The words fell from your lips and your mum smiled in response.

“It’s called a Celtic Love Knot, sweetheart. Quite appropriate if I do say so.”

“I don’t think I recognise the lyrics?”

“It’s a Frank Sinatra song.” Your dad finally answered and he pulled out his phone, playing the song.

You found yourself swaying to the music almost immediately and your dad grinned as he took your mum’s hand and the pair began to dance around the kitchen.

“I’ll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places.” Your fingers traced the words as your dad sang along to your mum and you could feel hope well up in you.

You suddenly understood why so many people had said to listen to the song of your soulmate.

“What shall we do for your birthday, little one?” Your dad asked once the song had finished and you remembered that it was your birthday.

“Uh, can we just have a quiet day in? I’m not bothered about doing much today.” You responded with a shrug and your dad sighed before nodding.

“Alright little one. One quiet night in for the birthday girl, coming on up.” You laughed as he kissed your cheek before disappearing back upstairs to shower.

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You’d been nervous about the tattoo. So many people you’d met all seemed to excitedly scan your arm to see if there was a match, to the point where you started wearing longer shirts because you could feel yourself becoming frustrated.

You’d always wondered how you were going to meet your soulmate. It was only when you turned twenty one that your dad suggested to start going to jazz clubs that made you really consider.

It wasn’t something you could do often, working two jobs to keep the place you had, but whenever you had the time, you visited the local one, not too far from your apartment.

Over time, you got friendly with the bar staff with each visit. It had gotten to the point that you had claimed your own little spot at the end of the bar, able to watch the band play, but if you wanted to dance, there was space to do so.

Being greeted like an old friend as you stepped through the door, a wide smile at the bouncer who gave you a smile back. You frequented so often that all the staff knew you by name, knew your order and knew how to cheer you up.

“There’s our favourite person in the whole world!” You laughed as you sat down, watching Jack make your drink.

“C’mon Jack, you surely have other favourites?” Placing the drink in front of you, he winked before shaking his head.

“Nope, you’re the one for me, sugar.”

“You’re hilarious.” You deadpanned in return before taking a sip of the drink, handing him the money. He just laughed.

“I know sweetheart. Oh, I forgot to tell you, we’ve got Sinatra night tomorrow night, I know you’ve been meaning to come to that.”

Luck was certainly on your side because for once your few days off that you had coincided with each other which meant you could actually relax for once. And with this opportunity, you knew you couldn’t pass it up.

“For once I’m not working. What time do they start?”

“Around about seven, so I’d get here before six thirty. You never know, you might meet your soulmate.” Jack teased before moving to serve another customer, making you smile wistfully into your drink.

“If only I was that lucky.” You murmured, taking a sip and listening to the smooth jazz that you’d fallen in love with over the years.

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The next day you’d decided to make a little bit of effort for the evening.

Instead of your standard skinny jeans paired with a decent top, you opted to wear one of the lighter summer dresses you owned. You kept to minimal make-up and for once you felt refreshed.

It was a rare day when you got to enjoy your days off entirely, and feeling refreshed like you did was even rarer. You felt alive and it was noticed when you stepped into the club.

“Look at you, all dolled up and looking like you’ve actually rested.” Jack teased as you took residence in your usual spot.

“Remind me why I am friends with you?” Came the sarcastic response and the other bar tenders laughed as Jack pouted.

“You know you love me sugar. We going with your usual today?” You nodded and he grinned in return. There were some days you half wished Jack had been your soulmate, but he’d found his a few years before you started showing up to the club.

You twisted in the bar stool to see the band trouping out on stage just as someone took up the space next to you.

“Just a whiskey on ice, mate.” An unfamiliar Australian accent drifted over you and you let your gaze flicker to the guy who had his back to you as he spoke quietly with the person next to him.

Turning away, you found yourself swaying as older classics filled the air

After a few songs, and another drink, you stood from the stool, gently swaying to the music as the vocalist crooned out New York, New York.

You certainly appreciated your soulmate’s music taste as you’d gotten older.

As the song moved to I’ll Be Seeing You, the song of your lyrics tattooed into your skin, the Australian accent spoke up once more.

“Would you care to dance, doll?” There was a gentle touch to your shoulder and so you spun around, fully intent on agreeing, but when your eyes met dark brown, the air in your lungs left you as you could feel something slot itself into place.

Immediately, your eyes went down to your tattoo which had filled with colour, your eyes returning back to his almost immediately.

“Who knew my girl would be a fan of Sinatra?” He breathed. You smiled at him, taking his hand in yours.

“I believe you wanted to dance?” It knocked him out of the shock and he grinned so widely, you could feel your heart skip a beat as he moved around the little makeshift dance floor with you, his voice singing along quietly.

You were almost certain that you were going to melt.

Once the song ended, you found yourself not wanting to let go of your soulmate. He really was here.

“My name is Calum. What’s yours, doll?” He’d finally spoken and you blinked before realising he’d spoken.

“Oh, I’m Y/N.” You beamed up at him in response and you watched as his face relaxed into a wide smile.

Taking off the leather jacket that he’d had on, your eyes darted to the sleeves of the crisp black shirt as he began rolling them up, ignoring his friend he’d arrived with.

There, clear as day was your matching tattoo and the lyrics ‘Loving you is not in my control.’

“Oh.” You breathed, your fingers tracing the skin lightly.

It was one of the few things you’d shared with your parents. You remembered going to see the show with them when you were a teenager and you’d fallen in love with the song, understanding that finding such a love like that was rare.

But as you stared at Calum, you began to understand the emotions a lot more, your heart filling up with such joy.

“It was just a song that stuck with me I guess. I watched the musical and I remember wishing to have someone who could love me as much as Fosca loved Giorgio.”

“You found them, doll. But I promise you that I won’t up and die on you.” He whispered and you giggled softly.

“Please don’t. I waited a long time for you.” You whispered softly and his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer. His friend had long since realised what was going on and kept anyone else from disturbing the two of you.

The band had struck up once more and Fly Me To The Moon filtered through the room and the two of you began to sway once more.

“In other words, please be true. In other words, I love you.” Calum sang quietly and just as the music struck up, his lips met yours and you could feel every emotion flooding through as your arms snaked up around his neck.

“Alright love birds.” Jack’s voice broke through your little bubble and you smiled into the kiss as you pulled away.

“Serenading me with Sinatra, you certainly have a talent Cal.”

Pulling you closer, he laughed as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.”

Your heart had never felt so full and spending the night with Calum, dancing to the sound of Frank Sinatra covers in his arms, talking about your lives as you swapped stories of growing up.

As the night drew to a close, his friend long since abandoned him for other ventures of night life, you suddenly found yourself hesitant.

“I don’t want tonight to end.” You whispered softly and he gave you a sweet smile in return.

“Did you think I was letting you go that easily? You’re stuck with me for good now, my beautiful soulmate. Would you care to accompany this poor, love-sick sap back to his home for some more wine and dancing?”

“Since you asked so nicely, I think I can spare the time.” You teased, his lips pulling up into a grin as his arm wrapped around your waist, tucking you into his side as you began to leave.

“As long as you’ve got time for me doll, I’m happy to do anything with you.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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The Days and Nights are Long

Pairing: clueless!Colin Shea x clueless!fem Reader

Words: ~4K

Summary: You and Colin are being idiots and it’s driving his band crazy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, squirting), idiots in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It took way longer than I had planned but here’s some more of our drunk, musical idiots in love for you hoes!!! I love them so, even though they’re morons. Tagging my Colin babes @starlightcrystalline and @wayward-blonde because I know they’ve been waiting for this.

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Colin shook his head and shrugged uncomfortably as he stared at his phone, wracking his brain to think of what exactly he should say to you.

“For fuck’s sake, Shea, just ask her to come up.” Matt looked exasperated, twirling his stick through his fingers as he rolled his eyes when Colin scowled at him.

He’d been moping for the past two weeks, ever since the two of you had slept together. All of his bandmates were getting sick of it, the man was the biggest pouty baby on the face of the planet. If they had to listen to him sing Everybody Hurts one more time they were going to kill him.

So they’d come up with a little plan to get him out of his funk, lining up a gig that would really lend itself better to a female vocalist and feigning innocence when Colin pointed that out. They had really enjoyed hanging out with you on that exceptionally hot evening, and if having you join them again was the only way to get their boy out of his funk, even better. He had actually smiled before pulling his phone out, but then he realized he had no idea what he should say.

The two of you had still been cordial whenever you ran into each other, but there was definitely a strain to your interactions now. No matter how much you both told each other it wasn’t awkward, it was definitely awkward. It was also weird that he was pretty sure you hadn’t come home after 1 AM at all in the last two weeks, and you usually at least spent your weekend nights at some other asshole’s apartment. Not that he’d had any visitors either, but he didn’t want to explore that too much.

He was still staring at his phone screen and trying to come up when some nonchalant greeting that would entice you to come sing with them when the phone was suddenly plucked out of his hand by an exasperated looking Keith, who ignored his spluttering as he typed a quick message before tossing the phone back to him.

“You’re thinking about this too hard.” The bassist said, setting to tuning his instrument and chuckling at the indignant look on Colin’s face.

Colin was about to give a snarky reply when he felt his phone buzz and looked down to see a text from you, grinning when he saw you saying you’d be right up. With an exclamation point! He didn’t even notice the pleased grins his bandmates were giving each other as they watched him start to tune his guitar, plucking a happy little tune and humming to himself.

They were all expecting you to come through the main door from the stairs, so when you shouted hello from behind them after climbing up your fire escape, you were greeted with the sight of five grown men almost jumping out of their skins before turning to greet you.

That grin on your face was enough to make Colin melt, all the awkwardness that had been lingering between you disappearing in an instant when you met each other’s eyes.

“Alright boys!” You took the mic Brad handed you with a warm smile, rolling it in one hand as you trailed the cord through your fingers. “You said you needed my help with something Col, what’s up?”

“Right, these idiots lined up a gig for us without consulting me first.” They all avoided his halfhearted glare with doe eyed innocence, focusing on their instruments. “And, well, the set list isn’t really in my range.”

“Lemme see.” You took the sheet of paper from his hand and scanned it quickly. “That’s a whole lot of girl rock.”

“Yeah, like I said, Ann Wilson and I aren’t really in the same register.” Fuck, it was nice to be able to talk to you again.

“Why don’t you just modulate it, then?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

He gaped like a fish at that question. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it, and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting you to know about modulation.

“If we modulate for him, none of us can hit the harmonies.” Craig piped up from behind the keyboards, and he could have kissed him.

“That right?” You teased, shooting a wicked smirk around at them. “You boys sure you didn’t just miss me?”

Colin tried not to sound too hysterical when he let out a laugh, missing the indulgent eye rolls his band mates were giving behind your backs.

“What do you think, we booked a gig where I can’t sing any of the songs on purpose just so we could hang out again?” Good thing he was pretty, the man was clueless.

“No, you’re not that clever, Col.” He made a mock wounded gesture and you grinned at him, looking over the set list some more. “What kind of gig is this anyway?”

“Yeah, Craig, you never told us what the actual gig was.” Colin and the rest of the band gave the keyboardist a variety of inquisitive stares.

“Uh, it’s a bachelorette party.” He mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with his bandmates when they started groaning.

“Fuck, Craig! I do not want to get felt up by a bunch of drunk, horny women!” Colin threw a balled up sheet of music at you when you started laughing.

“That seems right up your alley, Shea.” You teased, dodging when he threw a pillow from the couch at you. “You don’t want to pick up some rowdy bridesmaid?”

“No, they’re scary aggressive.” He shuddered when he thought about the last bachelorette party they had done, they’d practically ripped the band’s clothes off before they could get out of there.

“Aww, well I’ll be there to shield you this time, sweetie.” You winked at him and moved a little closer to everyone. “Let’s practice, boys. Don’t want to give those girls cause to complain.”

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It was the day of the gig, and you and Colin had decided to drive together to streamline things. He was waiting in your living room and tapping his foot nervously as he waited for you to finish getting ready, anxious about what actually performing with you would be like.

“Y/N, we need to go!” He never thought you would be the type to take forever getting ready.

“Yeah, I know!” You strolled out to the living room with a grin on your face and he had to swallow a groan. “How do I look?”

“Good, really good.” The way he was looking at you made your grin grow even wider.

The outfit wasn’t even that special, just a denim mini skirt and a tight v-neck tee with a leather jacket. Oh, and thigh high leather boots. It was definitely the boots he was staring at, his eyes trained on the few inches of bare skin between the top of the boots and the hem of your skirt. You gave him a couple minutes to just stare at you before rolling your eyes and strolling towards your front door, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him after you.

“C’mon Shea, we don’t wanna be late.” You scolded, shoving his amp into his hand and slinging his guitar case over your shoulder before heading down the stairs.

He had trouble focusing on the road as he drove you to the bar the party was going to be at, all he wanted to do was memorize the way you looked in that outfit. It was like someone told you exactly what to wear to drive him crazy. Maybe bringing you into this gig hadn’t been the best idea, because all he wanted to do right now was pull over and let you ride him while you weren’t wearing anything except for those boots and that jacket, and maybe whatever lingerie you had on under that outfit.

“Colin, you’re going to miss the turn.” Your voice snapped him out of his little daydream, and he cursed as he took the turn towards the bar a little faster than he would have liked.

“Sorry, just got a little distracted.” He mumbled, slowing down as he turned into the alley behind the bar and put the car in park behind Matt’s van.

The rest of the band was already unloading, waving at you two as Colin shut off his vehicle and you stepped out. You actually gave Craig and Keith little side hugs before you started helping with the unloading, he hadn’t realized you guys had gotten that close over the past week, and for some reason it made him smile.

“How’s it going man?” He didn’t know how he felt about the look Matt was giving him as he helped carry the bass drum inside, it felt suggestive of something. “Y/N seems excited to be here.”

“Yeah, I thought she might be nervous about performing but she’s handling everything like a pro.” He watched you laugh at something Brad said as you worked on connecting your mic. “Maybe we should make her an official member.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Matt just shrugged, laughing when Colin rounded on him and started spluttering.

“I was joking! We can’t just ask Y/N to be in the band!” Could they? Having you around had been a lot of fun, and the band dynamic had helped alleviate some of the tension that had been growing between you two. But seeing you tonight looking like you did and knowing that you were gonna have to have some on stage chemistry to make this work was making him think twice about things. You got a little intense during rehearsals, and the added pressure of being on stage might make him combust if you kicked it up at all.

Matt shook his head at him and set to assembling his kit while the rest of the band started tuning and connecting their instruments. You just sat on a stool and sipped some water, running through a couple vocal exercises absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. It only took a couple of minutes for everyone to finish setting up and then it was mic checks all around.

Everything sounded good and balanced after a couple adjustments and the sound guys gave you the thumbs up to start warming up. Colin couldn’t stop watching you. You were so unbelievably relaxed on stage and it was just endearing you to him even more. He thought for sure you would have been a bundle of nerves but you seemed to be right in your element, tossing him a couple of lazy grins over your shoulder as you ran through a couple of songs before the partygoers started filtering in.

The band switched to doing some instrumental ambience shit while they waited for the party to really get going, and Colin wandered over to talk to you when you took a step back from your mic.

“Still feeling ok about this?” He asked, beaming back at the soft smile you gave him.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” You bounced on your toes a little, adrenaline flooding your veins as the crowd grew. “Think I’ll get any bras thrown at me?”

“You never know with bachelorettes.” He laughed, strolling back over to his own mic so he could introduce the band.

If he thought jamming with you was special, it was nothing compared to watching you perform. You were a goddamn natural, coming alive and feeding off the crowd’s energy until you were completely lost in the music. Every time his eyes met yours you were grinning at him, and your chemistry with the rest of the band was palpable.

Not to mention, you kept drifting close to him on the stage, brushing your hand over his shoulders or leaning against him when you harmonized and it was making his knees weak. , God, he could do this with you every night, even though he was pretty sure he was going to need to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off afterwards.

The show was over too soon, the extremely drunken crowd of rowdy bachelorettes finally getting crazy enough that the band was ready to make a hasty escape. You were bouncing on your toes with residual energy as you started helping the guys pack up their instruments, grabbing Colin’s amp after he shoved his guitar in the case and you both made a run for it to his car when a wobbly woman started to try to climb on the stage.

“Colin, holy fuck that was so much fun!” You managed to make it to the alley unscathed and were giving him the most heartbreaking grin. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Yeah? Well you did a great fucking job.” Goddamn it, he’d missed you. “We can do whatever you want, honey.”

“Really?” You slammed the trunk closed and started to prowl closer to him. “Whatever I want?”

“That is what I said.” He could feel his voice dropping into that low register that meant he was in desperate need of some sort of release, so he really hoped he wasn’t misreading this situation. “Why? Did you want something now?”

“I think I do.” Your chest was right against his and you could feel it heaving, gazing at him through your lashes while you ran your fingers over his abs. “I stole the keys to the van.”

“And, you wanna go on a joy ride?” He breathed deep when you brushed your lips over his, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Or, we could just fuck in the back while the rest of the guys search for these.” You pulled back a little and jingled the keys in his face, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth while he ran his hands over your hips.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” He smashed his lips to yours and let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your ass while the two of you stumbled towards the side door of the van.

You fumbled with the keys for a minute because you didn’t want to take your mouth off Colin for any reason, but then you were sliding the door open and the two of you were falling inside in a tangle of limbs before somehow managing to kick the door closed behind you. Trying to undress each other was a little difficult with how wrapped up you were in each other but you managed, tossing your garments away haphazardly as your tongues curled tangled together. Colin grabbed your hands when you went to remove your boots, pulling them up to his face and kissing your palms before winding your arms around his neck.

“Keep those on.” His voice was a low growl and fuck, you forgot how sexy he was.

“Well, cannot say I’m surprised you're a little kinky, Col.” You wound your fingers through his hair and yanked, purring at the groan he gave you. “I’m gonna suck that pretty dick of yours, but then I’ll give it to you nice and rough.”

“God, baby.” He wished he didn’t sound so whiny when you started kissing your way down his chest, but he hadn’t gotten any release except from his hand for the past two weeks and he really needed you to keep doing what you were doing. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Yeah? Knew you were a good boy.” You winked at him when you started kissing the skin above the band of his boxer briefs before you were yanking them down his thighs and immediately licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his cock when it sprung up against his abs.

Colin had to brace a hand against the side of the van when you worked him over, spitting on his tip and watching it drip down his length before spreading it over him with your lips. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and gave him a nice, smooth stroke as you ducked down between his length to press gentle kisses over his balls while you jerked him off. He almost choked on his tongue when you wrapped your lips around his sack and tugged softly, the hum you let out sending a vibration up his spine while your thumb swiped over his swollen tip.

The sounds he was making from just a handjob were enough to soak through the thin lace of your panties, and when he shouted your name when you moved a little lower and teased your tongue over his asshole, well you almost fucking came just from that. You couldn’t believe you had stupidly waited two fucking weeks before indulging in this man again, you finally felt like yourself again. It was driving you absolutely crazy, the way his hips were wriggling underneath you spurring you on until you couldn’t take it any more.

If he thought your hand was incredible, it was nothing compared to the feel of your lips wrapped around his tip while your tongue swirled around his sensitive head. With all the women he’d slept with, he’d definitely suffered through some mediocre and downright disappointing blow jobs. But you felt like you were about to suck the soul out of him, and you’d only just started.

“Ah, Christ.” He was going to pass out if you kept going like this, your mouth was like fucking heaven. “Honey, fuck.”

You shot him a wicked look when you started bobbing your head, taking him just a little deeper each time while your tongue curled around him as much as possible. Then you opened your throat and swallowed him whole and he lost his mind.

He wrapped his hand in your hair and held your head still as he started fucking your throat, his hips bucking wildly while you choked and sputtered around him. Drool was running down your chin and soaking his thighs as you started breathing through your nose, digging your fingers into his thighs while he used you like a fuck toy. You kept your tongue pressed flat against your bottom teeth to avoid choking on it, moaning softly when you tasted the salty tang of his precum hit your tongue. His grip on your hair was growing painful, and you could tell by the way his abs were twitching that he was close.

“Wait, ah shit!” He somehow managed to gather enough self control to pull out of your mouth, groaning at the long string of saliva that kept you connected even as you bit at your swollen lips. “I’m not coming unless it’s in that pretty pussy. How do you want it?”

“Fuck me from behind, Col.”

He growled as he sat up and smashed his lips to yours, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue before flipping your over and burying his face in your hair. You let out a low moan when he slammed into you with no warning, gasping at the punishing pace he was setting and purring when he started mouthing at your neck.

The van was shaking like some sort of cliche while Colin fucked into you with abandon, his hips bouncing off your ass in an obscene display while the two of you whined and panted together. Colin was going to lose his fucking mind, two weeks with barely even talking to you and now he was finally inside you it was all he could do to not go completely feral.

“Oh god, honey.” He was practically whining against your skin when you clenched around him, sucking your ear lobe between his lips while you arched your back and purred for him. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. Pussy so fucking good. Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you come.”

“So close, Colin, shit!” You gasped when he hit you deep, curling your body backwards around him and reaching over your shoulder to wind your fingers through his hair and press his lips to yours. “Need that dick so bad. Feel so good when you’re inside me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He wound one hand around your neck and the other arm around your waist, holding you close while he kissed you deeply and swallowed your wanton mewls with a deep groan. “Come for me.”

His hips ground against you and you slapped the floor of the van when you came, sobbing into his mouth and vibrating underneath him while your pussy strangled his cock. Your teeth nipped at his lips once you were finished, humming happily as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Need more, Colin.” You whimpered when he started slowing down, trying to thrust your hips back towards him as you tried to bring yourself to the edge again. “Harder, I need it.”

“Fuck, I’ll give you whatever you fucking want.” He tugged at your lips with his teeth, squeezing your neck gently and groaning at your soft whimper as you clenched around him. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond when he started pounding into you furiously, the way his cock was punching against your soft walls making it a little hard to breathe, never mind thinking. He was hitting every spot you needed him to with each thrust, grunting into your ear each time his hips slammed into you until he felt your breath hitch.

Every time he bottomed out you thought you were going to pass out, the tip of his cock punching against your cervix and making you see stars. It was so good, he was hitting you so deep and smooth you couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Colin growled when a particularly vicious push had your entire body rising off the floor of the van, your fluttering sigh sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. One more thrust and you lost it, screaming with ecstasy as every muscle in your body vibrated and you squirted all over Colin’s thighs and the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” Colin was desperate, his rhythm completely gone as he chased his own end while you fluttered around him. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up until I’m leaking outta you for the next week.”

“Oh god, please.” Your eyes rolled up in your head while you let him use you, his lips tracing your jaw hungrily as you pushed your hips back to meet his. “Give it to me, Colin.”

He buried his face in your neck and let out a strangled cry when his hips stuttered, thick, warm ropes of white shooting against your soft walls until he was collapsing on top of you with a sated moan. You tangled your fingers with his above your head as your breathing regulated, his breath hot on your neck while the two of you melted into each other.

“We’re not waiting two weeks again, right?” Colin’s arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled into your hair, his lips spreading in a slow smile when he felt you purr contentedly.

“Nope. I’m definitely gonna need this to happen on the regular.” You turned a little so you could rub your nose against his. “You know, in between our other, normal escapades.”

“Right.” His heart fell a little at that, but maybe just interspersing his trysts with you with his other one night stands would help flush his crush on you out of his system.

Before he had a chance to say anything else there was a sudden pounding at the van door, snapping the two of you out of your haze with a pair of exasperated groans.

“Shea!!!” You untangled yourselves as you started to pull on your clothes. “That had better be Y/N in there! If you sad fucked some bachelorette and we have to listen to you sing stupid breakup songs for the next month I’m going to kill you!”

#natalie writes #colin shea smut #colin shea x y/n #colin shea x you #colin shea x fem!reader #colin shea x reader #colin shea #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen plus #eighteen and over #do not interact if you are a minor

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parker-razor · 4 years

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show me, feel me, teach me - ch.1

previous // next

series masterlist!

female!reader x mando (no y/n)

3k words, 18+ ONLY!

summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: filthy smut (extended warnings under the cut), drinking, tipsy sex

a/n: sooo excited to start this series! i have a closeted innocence kink and the idea of mando teaching me how to feel good is d e l i c i o u s. also, reply or message me to be added to the tag list!

extended warnings: oral (f receiving), mention of masturbation, slight manhandling?? this will get much dirtier as the series goes on i promise

*****

Hyperspace was quiet, despite how wild it looked out the front of the Crest.

You sat in the pilot’s chair, dozing off from utter boredom. Grogu was asleep, and Mando was rewiring something in the control panel down below. The journey to Nevarro for Mando to pick up more pucks was a long one, and with the kid resting and Mando busy with repairs you had absolutely nothing to do except stare out the front of the ship.

Life with Mando the past few months have been more exciting than all the events of your life combined. Up until recently, you had never left the tiny rock of a planet you called home your entire life. But when Mando barged into your home during a sandstorm looking for shelter, you immediately knew you wanted to go with him wherever he went.

*****

As the hours passed and sand continued to swirl and blow outside your home, Mando sat and observed you as you completed chores around the tiny space. He noticed your attention to detail, how careful you were, and your delicate touch despite the strength you exuded. Mando had been struggling to keep things afloat, between hunting bounties and taking care of Grogu and looking after the Crest. You were perfect.

After silence between you two passed for awhile, he finally found the conviction to see if you were willing to leave your life behind and join him.

“I know I’ve just met you, and this is very forward. But I need an extra set of hands with my son. Would you be-“

“Okay,” you interrupted him, not minding that you were coming off so eager.

“You… don’t want to hear my offer?” Mando asked.

“Oh, I mean you can give me an offer if you want. Either way, I’m coming with you.”

*****

It’s been four months now since you agreed to join Mando, and it wasn’t the wild adventure you had been expecting. Most days, you looked after the kid while Mando went after bounties, usually gone a few days at a time. You loved seeing the galaxy, though; you were forever grateful for the opportunity.

But now, as the minutes passed slower than you thought possible, you rose from the pilot’s seat to find something, anything to do.

You descended the stairs from the cockpit to the main level and started opening compartment doors you had never seen the inside of before. Mainly, you found a few dead bugs, first aid supplies, and unused towels. In other words, nothing.

Until, that is, you found a bottle of spotchka hidden in the corner of a dusty cabinet. Score, you thought. Finally, something to add a little life to this place. You turn to Mando, who was squatting on the floor a few feet away.

“Hey shiny, wanna loosen up?” you ask with a smile on your face while waving the bottle around.

“I haven’t seen that bottle in ages. But I can’t drink in front of you.” You pause, really wanting to spend time with Mando and hope the alcohol would bring forth some good conversation.

“Maybe… we can sit with our backs to each other. Pinky swear I won’t look?” After a few moments, Mando sighs in defeat.

“I guess… it’d be nice to take a break.” What a fun night this will be.

You sit on the floor with Mando, both of you turning so you were back-to-back with one another.

“You want the first swig?” you hear a somewhat unfamiliar voice come from behind you. Mando had his helmet off, and this was the first time you were hearing his voice, unmodulated and silky smooth.

You pop the top off the bottle and took a gulp of the golden liquid. It burned your throat going down, but warmth soon spread throughout your chest and in your stomach. Maker, it had been awhile since you had a drink.

You blindly hand the bottle to Mando, who grabbed it from over his shoulder. You heard a gulp and a sharp intake from his end.

“Are we just gonna drink in silence?” you ask.

“Well what else is there to do?” A moment of silence passed as you pondered his question.

“We could play a drinking game? I’m sure you have plenty of juicy secrets to spill on,” you tease, half expecting him to shoot you down.

“I don’t know any drinking games. What were you thinking?” he asks to your surprise.

“Well, the simplest one I can think of is we ask each other questions, and if you don’t want to answer the question, you take a drink.”

“I guess that could be fun.”

“That’s the spirit! You go first.”

“Alright. What’s your favorite color?”

“Stars, Mando…”

After a bumpy start, the two of you make some headway, drinking even when you had answered the questions just to break the tension. This was the longest conversation the two of you ever held, and maybe even the first conversation you’d had that didn’t surround Grogu or the ship. You didn’t ask questions that might go too deep, knowing that Mando’s character had to have been toughened by a difficult past. Once you two had gotten tipsy, though, the questions started to get more and more entertaining.

“Wait, so you couldn’t wait to go to the bathroom, so you went in the sand, and the guy you were dating caught you?” Mando asked with humor in his voice.

“I didn’t expect him to come looking for me! I had to go so badly,” you giggled. “Anyways, I can’t believe you’ve never been on a date.”

“Not many women want to take a Mandalorian out to dinner,” he replied.

“Ditto. Okay you’re turn.” Mando was quiet for a few moments, wondering how you’d react to the question he was planning on asking.

“Alright. Where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

Oh, Maker. Sex hadn’t been brought up yet, and you had been praying it wouldn’t. Your face heated even more than it already was, and this time it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“I, uh, don’t think I’ll answer that one,” you said, snagging the bottle from the floor next to you and taking a swig.

“Why? Too crazy to tell?” Mando asked.

“Trust me, if I had ever had sex before, it would be nothing crazy,” you mumble under your breath. Unfortunately, Mando hears it all.

“You’ve never- you’re a virgin?”

“Oh Maker, Mando, it’s not that big of a deal.” Your blush spreads down your chest and you feel your ears get hot, totally humiliated. He must think you’re such a prude.

“Are you… saving yourself or something?” Mando says, clearing his throat.

“Stars, no. I grew up on a planet where I knew thirty people, tops. There just weren’t many opportunities, or people I was all that interested in… I’ve never even had a kriffing orgasm,” you explain, the last part slipping past your lips, which you blame on the half-drank bottle of spotchka next to you.

“Not even… on your own?” Mando asks timidly, hoping he isn’t crossing a line while you’re both tipsy and loose.

“I don’t think so, trust me I’ve tried. I think my vagina’s broken.” Your filter has left the ship, hell, it’s left this sector of the galaxy. But it’s too late to take anything back, so why not spill everything?

“I don’t really even know much about it…” you said timidly. “I mean, I understand the basic idea, but it all just seems… mechanical and awkward.”

“And, no offense, but I wouldn’t expect a Mandalorian to have such an extensive sexual history,” you added, secretly hoping this would open a door to something more.

“Just because I’m not allowed to show my face doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fuck.” Stars. That sent a chill down your spine, not used to hearing Mando be so… frank.

“I mean- I didn’t mean to imply t-that you didn’t…”

“I know.” Silence fell over the two of you, squeezing your thighs together to nurse the ache growing.

“I could… never mind,” Mando started.

“No, what were you gonna say?” you push, curious as to where this could go.

“I could teach you how good it can be. And I could help you… get there. If you wanted.”

“You think you could?” You’re shaking now, whether from nervousness or excitement. Probably both.

“I know I could.” Fuck. Oh, fuck. Was this really happening? The Mandalorian, offering to make you cum for the first time. His confidence in the idea that he absolutely could made the whole thing even sexier, too. Yet again, another situation where you didn’t want to come off too eager to accept Mando’s proposition.

“If you’re offering…” You heard Mando shove his helmet back on and shuffle so he could face you, and you turned towards him as well. Mando stood up so he towered over you, outstretching his hand for you to take. You didn’t realize you were shaking until you reached your hand out to grab his. He yanked you up, and you fell into his chest with an “oof.” Your face and his helmet were only an inch apart, and all you wanted was for Mando to take complete control. You felt so small, and it felt so fucking good.

“Come on, I’m not gonna fuck you on the floor.” He held onto your hand as he walked you back to his bed. He grabbed your waist and practically tossed you onto his mattress, crawling on top of you so you were face to face.

“Are you sure you want me to touch you like this?” he asked, his voice raspy and low. You nodded, but Mando wouldn’t take that as an answer.

“Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“M-Mando, please. I want you to make me feel good. Make me cum.” He growled at that, but he suddenly paused, which made you afraid that he’d changed his mind.”

“I don’t… we’ve been drinking. And I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.” he said quietly.

“I don’t want to go all the way right now. But we could try… something. We could go slow,” you proposed, knowing full well that you wanted this, sober or not. Mando was quiet for a moment.

“Okay. I want to make you cum tonight, though, if anything.” Stars, you wanted him. “I’m gonna use my mouth on you… is that okay?” he asks.

“I don’t really know what that means. But I trust you.” Your innocence made Mando harden in his pants, so eager to make you feel good. But for right now, he wanted to be soft and gentle. This was a big deal, and he didn’t want to scare you by being too rough.

“I’m gonna touch you now, okay?” You nodded, unsure why you felt so wet between your legs. “I’ll have to take my helmet off, so I’ll have to…” he paused in thought before he tore a strip of fabric off his cape which laid on the bed next to you.

“I need to cover your eyes.” You nodded your head, giving your consent for him to place the makeshift blindfold on your face. You could see nothing, total darkness covering your vision.

Suddenly, you felt a soft pair of lips cover yours. You had been kissed before, but nothing more than a peck. But Mando’s kiss was deep, lightly tracing his tongue over your bottom lip before dipping it in your mouth. This was something you weren’t used to, but you could absolutely get used to it. You could tell Mando was holding back from kissing you rougher, but the passion he was putting into these kisses wiped every thought from your mind.

You whimpered into his mouth, which caused him to groan back. You placed one hand in his hair, feeling how soft his curls were and tugging lightly. Mando seemed to like that, so you pulled him in closer and kissed him deeper.

Eventually, you felt Mando start to place kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw and on your neck. Maker, it felt good, the way he sucked and gently bit your skin. You felt his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, until he pulled it over your head, revealing your naked chest. You felt nervous for a moment, your stomach showing its rolls and curves. But Mando wiped that worry away when he attacked your chest and stomach with wet kisses before latching his lips around your nipple.

You let out a breathy whine as your arched off the bed, the sensation shooting straight down between your legs. His hands felt up and down your sides, squeezing every so often. After awhile, he switched to the other one, this one feeling better than the first.

Mando’s kissed began trailing down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your trousers. This was it. He was gonna see everything now and, hopefully, make you feel a pleasure like you’d never felt before.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice had dropped incredibly low and had gotten raspy with total want.

“Please, Mando. Make me feel good,” you whined, starting to get impatient with his teasing. He pulled your pants down your legs and off your feet, which is when you realized he had pulled your underwear down with them.

He started kissing the inside of your knee, slowly trailing his tongue into your inner thigh. Stars, you didn’t know what you wanted but you knew you needed more of what he was doing. How could this feel any better?

Your question was answered when you felt Mando gently lick your outer lips, getting a taste of the flood between your legs. Your hands flew to his hair as he licked you again, needing him to go deeper. He pulled your legs further apart, and you jolted when he pressed a kiss to your clit.

“Holy shit, what was that?” you asked, totally breathless.

“Just you wait.” Mando wrapped his lips around your clit and rolled his tongue up and down it. Stars, your back flew off the bed and the hands in Mando’s hair tightened. Your moans sounded strangled, nothing performative; they were unable to be stopped coming from your mouth, sounds of utter pleasure.

His mouth was burning hot and wet. It was such an odd feeling that felt so fucking good. His tongue fluttered all around your cunt, giving kitten licks all over the area on and around your clit.

“H-holy shit, Mando, that f-feels so fucking good,” you stuttered as Mando’s hands found your hips and forced you down onto the bed. He started to suck on your clit, making you absolutely wild. The pressure of it made you pull at Mando’s hair a little too hard to keep him right there.

You were getting close quicker than Mando had expected, but you were so unused to feeling this good that you were getting closer to the edge at lightning speed.

Your stomach started to coil, and you almost felt like you had to pee.

“Mando, I-I feel weird.” Mando came up for air, his mouth glistening with your slick.

“Just let it happen. Let it build, then let it all go,” he said breathless, diving back in and licking at your cunt with a force never seen before. The squelching sounds that came from the act made you red in the face, but you felt too good to feel any kind of embarrassment.

When Mando pulled your clit into his mouth again and sucked it between his teeth, everything tightened up at once and exploded, white clouding your vision as you gasped in a silent scream. Is this what you’ve been missing out on? This absolute insanity driven by Mando’s tongue on your cunt? It was fucking unreal. You shook violently, and to Mando’s surprise you just kept coming. So he kept his mouth on you, groaning into your pussy, and drew it out for as long as he could.

When he felt you start to come down, he didn’t want to stop.

“M-Mando, I think it h-happened already…” But Mando just kept going. He was too addicted.

“Shit, I-I think it’s too much,” you were convulsing out of sensitivity, but before long you felt that same feeling come back in the lower part of your stomach.

“Stars, you get so wet when you cum,” Mando said into your pussy. Your taste was fucking addicting to him.

“Oh Maker, don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t st-“ You fell over the edge yet again, and this time you shouted Mando’s name over and over. This one almost hurt with how hard it slammed into you. Thankfully, Mando pulled away this time, coming up to kiss you.

You could taste yourself on his lips, causing you to groan into him. You were totally flattened by the two insane orgasms Mando just gave you. But then Mando pulled away, and after a moment light blinded your vision as he pulled the blindfold off your eyes.

You blinked wildly, eyes adjusting to the light. Mando was over you with his mask back on, his bare hand stroking your hair. Your breathing was still a bit wild, but you felt like you could fall asleep any second.

“So that’s what it’s supposed to feel like,” you said with a giggle.

“That good?” Mando asked, and you could tell that under his mask he was smirking.

“Mando, I hate to add more fuel to your fire, but Maker you’re really good at that. Although, that’s not saying much since I have nothing to compare it to.”

“Tell that to your legs.” You looked down and noticed you were still trembling, your body still recovering from the onslaught of pleasure.

“What about you? I can-“

“I took care of it while I was down there.” Stars, the thought of Mando touching himself while tasting you made you flushed. “Just sleep now. I’ll teach you more tomorrow.”

#the mandalorian smut #mandalorian fanfic #mando x reader #the mandalorian #mandalorian fluff #din djarin fan fiction #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin fluff #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars smut

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chickentendieboi · 3 years

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And I'm back again with another collab right after my Kinkmas one! That... flopped hahah and I didn't help it either, joining a bunch of collabs and getting writers block mid December, that's fun haha. But anyway! This one however is going to revolve around the wonderful time of love. Valentines Day! For this holiday, I am going to be doing a list of Valentines Day ABC's where each day will have a prompt that matches the respective letter!

Theme : Valentines ABC

Open collaboration for 18+ writers : application period is until February 15th

Deadline : March 31st (still flexible, just message me if you can't post on time! This is meant to be fun and not stressful! So don't fret! ^.^ )

Rules:

You must be 18+ to join!

All characters must be aged up if they are canonically minors and you are doing an NSFW piece.

The work you are writing must have a minimum of 500 words, headcanons and fics are allowed.

If you finish one and wanna do another, don't hesitate to ask! Just don't take on too much and so it'll only be 1 letter per entrant until you submit your first fic, then you can join another!(:

Naturally, NSFW content and Dark Content is allowed as long as it is tagged appropriately! Can be different AU's!

Writing and Art are welcomed!

Fandoms will be for Haikyuu!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Attack On Titan and My Hero Academia and characters are first come, first serve as well as the letters that already have preset prompts! Only one post per character and one letter/prompt per writer/artist. If you have any questions about that, again, don't hesitate!

Readers and characters of all gender identities/sexual orientations are encouraged and accepted! Just make sure you let me know if the piece you will be contributing is female, male or gender neutral~!

How to join!

Send me an ask or a DM with your character of choice, an AU if you are doing that, what content you will be submitting (writing or art) as well as gender of the reader.

If you do not have an age in your bio or pinned post, then you will not be allowed to join!

Reblog once you have been added to the list! Please tag me in the piece when you're finished and use the tag #c.abcvalentines

11/26 slots taken!

🧡=HQ ♥️=TR 💜=JJK 💙=MHA 💚=AOT

A- Adore

🧡B- Baking || Iwazumi Hajime x f!reader || @lou-struck

C- Charmed

🧡D- Desire || Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem! (art) || @thesimphouse (N)

♥️E- Eros || Ran Haitani || @sugusshi (N)

F- Flame

🧡G- Gift || Asahi Azumane x f!reader || @erwinscrybaby (N)

♥️H- Honey || Mikey || @omiishii (N)

I- Inspiring

J- Juliet

♥️K- Kitten || Draken x f!reader || @rosesandtoshi (N)

L- Lovesick

M- Memory

♥️N- Naughty || Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader || @chickentendieboi (N)

O- Only You

♥️ P- Perfume || Hanma Shuji x f!reader || @haikyuufairy (N)

Q- Queen

🧡R- Ribbons || Kozume Kenma x fem! (art) || @mrskenmakozume

💜S- Sweetheart || Gojo Satoru || @dotorete

T- Tradition

U- Undying

V- Vulnerable

🧡W- Worship || Suna/Sakusa/Osamu x f!reader || @osanoya (N)(DC)

X- X's and O's

Y- Yearn

Z- Zealous

#c.abcvalentines #anime fanfiction #anime x reader #anime #valentines day collab #valentines collab #fanfiction #haikyuu #tokyo revengers #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #abc valentines 2022 #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #haikyuu x reader

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basilly · 4 years

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tumblr tips & things!

after growing rlly fast, i just wanted to provide some maybe helpful tips + things you could do if you’re a smaller blog! i am in no means an expert, I am still learning but this is what i’ve learned, specifically abt the mcyt tumblr community

disclaimer you DO NOT have to follow these, these are what ive learned and my opinion, but i think most writers can agree on this

its a lot of info im sorry ajdba but feel free to reblog and add ur own info!

1. tags!

theyre superrr important if you want exposure for your works + writing pieces, just make sure to tag accordingly

meaning: do not cross tag, or main tag, (ex do not tag just dream alone) keep ‘x reader’ content under the ‘x reader tags’

^people get uncomfortable with x readers and sometimes they slip through the filtered tags

my go-tos for tags are mcyt or cc name then the following prefixes- x reader, x y/n, x you, fanfic, fanfiction

if you have a fic for dream, DO NOT TAG george, it makes it confusing

also tags for ur random posts r super helpful because if someone doesnt want to see it, they can filter it out (my talking tag is basilly blabs)

adding a tag for the ppl you interact for! i like doing this cuz i can easily search a tag on my blog to see my prev interactions w/ them (ex. if i interact w/ userA then i tag userA’s username)

2. create some sort of brand

of course u can switch it up, but using ur own theme makes ur work recognizable to others

like mine is my banner- i use it on every of my works + important posts, so ppl can recognize me

banners can be found on the internet or twitter (but pls credit the artist w/ permission) i found mine on google

for super thin page dividers, i use ibis paint (mobile app) and made a super thin canvas (3405x57) and filled it w/ my theme color

3. plspls dont beat yourself up for rejecting requests or feeling uncomfortable

you are not forced to write requests, if they make you feel uncomfortable you can decline

also if you’re not happy with the work, you can spend the time to revise + edit, we will wait for work you are happy with!

+ if you are stuck with some details on writing smth, ask a mutual or others! more brains and more ideas!

4. same goes for writers block & health issues

we all get it sometimes, no one is pressuring you and if they are, its your blog, you decide. and your health matters more

5. the mcyt tumblr community is SUPER NICE

if u wanna be moots aka mutuals (follow each other) literally shoot them any message and they’ll respond so kindly

ive talked to so many incredible moots who I absolutely adore theyre so kind

also interacting w/ moots: they can reblog your work, creating exposure but do not expect reblogs, and same to you we are not expected to reblog

6. please check a cc’s boundaries before writing

@/smp-boundaries has a majority listed, and if not, ask!

7. if u have any questions, just ask!

lots of ppl will not even mind that much, like i said theyre super kind

8. navigation + masterlists!!

super important for everyone to see your rules, works, all put into one spot, it makes it 10x easier

9. backup ur works + asks

tumblr can be glitchy so its always helpful to back up works on google docs or smth similar

having ur whole fic deleted is not fun and demotivating

asks can be backed up by sending them to ur linked email- this has helped loads for me

10. dont worry too much abt likes + follows

all blogs start out small and as you go and keep persisting, ppl will start noticing + following, its all abt perseverance + trust the process

even when fics r rllllyy good, tumblr has its own bad days and u get low notes- dont let this discourage you

11. anonymous asks!

some ppl get nervous and request on anon! personally think theres more requests that way

12. small text or read mores!

internet is a great help w/ this and itll give you guides and step by step instructions

mobile also is a lot harder to make an aesthetic blog, so a laptop or pc or chromebook is super helpful

13. for max notes, post at ‘prime times’

i think the queue tells u when the prime time is to post for ur time zone, but also a google search is super helpful

or, guess and check! trial and error- i did this and found the best time to post for me

once you find it, you can schedule or queue your work so it posts for you!

14. if there’s sensitive topics pls add TW and CW

as writers yes we try to cover some topics that ppl request but we dont want to trigger others, so at the top include TW// (trigger warning) or CW// (content warning) and add a cut or read more

do not put CW or TW on content creators- no matter how bad they are, its rude and dehumanizing

15. Formatting is SUPER important!

if you do not separate your lines of dialogue or paragraphs, chances are people WILL skip over it. it makes it hard to read and sometimes it is’t worth people’s time

rule of thumb is make a new paragraph every time someone speaks and indicate who is talking or make is distinguishable!

if your fic is over 500 words, id add a cut as well! if you dont know how:

on mobile: type :readmore: in a new paragraph and hit enter w/out a space after the readmore

pc/laptop: new paragraph, three dots far right

Smut also def has its own set of rules but i am not a nsfw blog- main things i can say is please add cuts and check for cc’s boundaries

thats all i have for now,,, i might add in the future!

not everyone’s experiences are the same but this is whats worked and happened for me and what i found to be useful, i hope this helps you as well, if it doesnt, thats fine too!

#basilly’s guide #basilly #mcyt writer #mcyt writing #mcyt blog

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thechangeling · 3 years

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Five

Ok so I actually got this idea awhile ago long before someone suggested it on here. Ty finding a letter that Christopher Lightwood wrote.

Tbh I don't know if I got Christopher's voice right. I tried my best!

I listened to Five and Mind by SAL while writing this.

Cw: Mentions of ableism.

For the future,

To whomever may be reading this, I would first and foremost like to begin by mentioning that I have not the slightest idea why I am writing this letter. Perhaps I have gone mad, just like everyone always says.

I believe most importantly that I have a strong desire to maintain hope for the future. Hope for a future that can and will include people like me. Shadowhunters who are different like me. And as I reach out into the void, across the empty chasm of time, I cannot stop myself from wondering.

Wondering what your life has been like. Wondering if your childhood was as lonely and frightening and complex as mine. Wondering if you were also seen as the outcast. Strange and offputting, but brilliant.

The smart one.

Do you find yourself with the inexplicable need to pull apart every peice of this fascinating existence and examine it at greater length? To analyze and discover answers to questions you honestly did not even realize you had until that very moment? Do you think like I do?

I am very fond of science. Some might say too fond. Most shadowhunters find it unusual for a fellow shadowhunter to be so invested in what they view as mundane business. I suppose shadowhunters are meant to be fighters and not scientists, which I find utterly ridiculous. Science is the key to everything. As a matter if fact, I have proven time and again how useful it can be to be to examine a problem from all possible angles rather then continuing to believe that there is only one right way.

Nephilum are stubborn as you know, and they can also be cruel. I am sure you understand just how painful it can be to be different, especially when no one will ever let you forget it.

The people I grew up with, my family and friends for the most part mean well. My parents always encountered my interests and never scolded me for behaving in a way that others may have thought to be abnormal. My friends however, are a more complicated story. There love has always felt, strange. Lack-luster in some ways, almost superficial.

They never took an interest in my experiments or listening to me talk about them. Which I understand, some people seem to find science frightfully dull. However it always hurt, knowing that the people who claimed to be my friends did not fully accept me.

I think you'll find a lot of that in your life. People will only take a liking to certain parts of you, often requiring you to pretend to be something you're not to gain their approval. You will need to twist and remold yourself into a more appropriate shape. But if you are here, reading this letter then I beg of you, please learn from my mistakes. Do not lose yourself.

Please do not sacrifice one precious bit of that brilliant mind. It is your most treasured possession. I understand this world and this society are harsh and cruel. There are people who will want to use you for their own personal gain. They will see you as what you can do for them and not as a whole person. We are only valuable to them if we can serve them. To make revolutionary discoveries or to create brilliant masterpieces. Please remember that you belong to yourself and you do not have to please them to be great.

Yes you can change the world, but please heed my words and remember that you do not have to. You can save them from themselves, from their own stupidity and arrogance. But do they deserve it?

Finally, I wish to leave off on a more pleasant note. I want you to remember that no matter how lonley and isolated you may feel, you are never alone. We have always existed and we always will. Whatever you decide to do with this life, I want you to remember to trust yourself and trust that only you know what is right for you. No one else.

In a world that demonizes and dehumanizes those who are different, the most powerful act of defiance you can perform, is loving yourself. I can proudly say that I have finally managed to do exactly that.

I encourage you to do the same.

Sincerely,

Christopher "Kit" Lightwood.

Ty didn't realize he was crying until he saw the droplets of water hitting the page. Quickly he set the letter down beside him and quoted his eyes to avoid ruining the old parchnent any further.

He had been exploring the attic in Ciernworth while Kit looked after Mina downstairs. Ty found he could only take so much of the three year olds antics before he needed a break. Kit didn't seem offended. He understood that sometimes Ty just needed to be alone.

Which had led him to finding the letter hidden into a hole in the wall.

Ty was stunned. He was feeling a lot of things, none of which he could quite get a grip on. He knew of Christopher Lightwood of course, he was a shadowhunter legend. Did this letter mean?

Was Christopher...like him? Autistic? Was that what he had been referring to? Of course Christopher wouldn't have had the words back then.

But he still knew, Ty thought. Just like I knew.

The tears came again as he let Christopher's words sink in.

Kit, his brain supplied. He went by Kit. Just like my Kit.

By the angel that really wasn't helping. Ty picked up the letter again.

"You are never alone," he read out loud. And it felt real. It felt tangible, like Christopher was speaking to him in the room, like he was holding Ty's hand. Like Ty could just reach out.

It felt like a lifeline.

Ty let out a shakey breath that then formed into a laugh as he let the tears dry on his cheeks.

"Thank you," he whispered into the empty silence.

And Ty could only hope that the message was recieved.

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wakasa-wifey · 3 years

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Okay so umm it's 14th Feb here so it's already Valentine's Day!! It's nothing much but I just wanna show some appreciation to several mutuals that I've been talking to!! I don't tag all my moots I'm sorry T-T but these ppl are the ones that I interact with the most. Heads up its gonna be so fcking long.

Here's a love letter for you guys <33

@iz-ana - Sarabi my twin flame <33 bb i remembered me asking u why u followed me gszgxyx and u said its bcs of my vibes. just for u to know, i appreciate ur existence in my life like fr. u also the kind of person that comes to check up on ur moots if u don't see their posts AND PLS I WILL CRY bcs i just felt cared for T-T. I love our conversations bout TR theories, drabbles and thoughts about them (PLS I LOVE YESTERDAY'S BRAINSTORM THE MOST) AND THE WAY WE'RE PROTECTING IZANA . i sucks at writing love letter here shush but do know i appreciate you popping in my notifs and ur dms always gave me lots of serotonin. and hajsheyd just adding here i love how u are like "encouraging" me more to be a bitch to those who messed with my irl friends. what did u call me again- AH "scary dog privilege" bye hskxhxnx i love chatting with u bcs our convo can starts with a matured aura but then randomly we go into crack mode lmaoooo then kaboom espresso depresso bcs we missed izana :( ily okie don't stop shining!!!

@sanzu-sanzu-sanzu - ANRI, MY FELLOW HORROR MOVIES/STORIES ETHUSIAST! okay so we don't really interact much these days bcs we're both busy with outside life yes yes BUT I AM REALLY REALLLLLYYY HAPPY that we got to bond over our love on horror stuffs. and i'm really happy that you take my Thai horror movie suggestions for your to add into you to watch list. i followed u back then bcs of the Songs for the Toxic People fics and i don't remember when u followed me back lmaooo but u were the 3rd followers of mine AND i remembered our first interaction was me asking how u incorporated arts into ur story. always happy that u appreciate my barking in the reblogs lmaooo. just remember that u are talented okay? anri, u are one of the softest, gentle person i ever known and even if u are older than me istg i will squish u if we ever meet. and i'm gonna be part of ur protection squad <33 yhanks for existing in my life

@roczdust - DEI MY CRACK PARTNER!! my dude pls step on me u are literally stunning😭💕 and anddddd let me tell u, ur writings??? IMMACULATE. i first followed u due to that vulnerable drug addict Sanzu i remembered that but my first read was the Kaku's sniper s/o!! i hadn't manage to go thru all ur series yet due to uni and a certain grade a a-hole prof BUT I'M ON A BREAK SO I WILL GO TRHU EVERYTHING. PLS EXPECT THE BARKINGS IN TAGS. OH OH EVERYONE!! IF U GUYS WANNA READ ANGST, CRACKS FICS, EVEN POEMS PLS GO TO DEI'S WRITING ACC RIGHT HERE @rozcdust THEY HAVE SO SOOO MANY GOOD UNGOING/FINISHED SERIES!! my fave one forever gonna be Sanzu's and i don't accept other criticism. OH AND I REALLY DO APPRECIATE UR EXISTENCE IN MY LIFE FRFR I LOVE UR CRACK HEADEDNESS IN THE CJATS AND THE WAY WE BOTH FORGOT TO REPLY TO EACH OTHERS TEXTS LOLOL ILY PLATONICALLY pls do take care of urself n dms always open if u need me or wanna ask stuffs!!

@arosora - AVAAAAAAAA <33 i don't think u gonna expect this but hajshsjz PLS yes we don't talk too much since we just started being moots a week or two ago(?) BUT i like that u randomly popped into my inbox after the message i sent in ur gform lmaoooo <33 AND!!!! AND THEN WE FOUND OUT THAT WE'RE BOTH COSPLAYERS?!?!?! PLS THE CONVO STARTS BEING ME SIMPING OVER YOU (praise the lord i can't get ur wakasa cosplay outta my head) PLS PLS PLS TAKE CARE OF URSELF AND UR HEALTH!!! if one day i'm able to travel, i'll definitely go and visit u and we can go to a con together!! i stalked both ur cosplay tiktok n insta hhh and pls i'm dying over each cosplay. they're so so soooooo good <33 ALSO LISTEN UP EVERYONE!!! AVA HAS A WAKASA SERIES THAT YA'LL MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN!!! SHE'S DEPICTING WAKASA'S PERSONALITY LIKE MIKEY! (with the dark impulses) she's currently on hiatus due to a con BUT YES DO GIVE IT A READ ISTG!! oh and ava, take care at the con n take care of ur health <33 thank u for existing <33

@p-antomime - KIKI, MY PIE, MY SOULMATE, MY WIFE, MY EVERYTHING, THE MAIN CHARACTER IN MY LIFE. Ik u know this BUT i will tell u over and over again. U are talented. don't let others bring u down just bcs they're jealous of ur talent. don't be sad of not being chosen for performances bcs that's just bs (who knows if the chosen ones actually bribed the instructors/j) just unleash ur talent bitch don't hide it in. again ik u know this but i love you🙄❤️ yes i do bully u a lot but take it as affections will ya? and andddd i really realllllyyy love our conversations. i love the way u just stop typing and let me rant bout my cats and the shitty day i had. i REMEMBERED that message when u hit 2k followers, u were so soooo happy and i am so happy that u texted ME to tell bout it. andddd ah what else.. Oh kiki u are one oblivious person pls 😔✋it's funny that u still don't get the idea of my bday gift to u although it's literally written in the convo. u are a dumbass but u are my dumbass so ily -_- bitch if u didn't followed me back then, fr i would had missed my chances to interact with u and thus i really appreciate ur random follow (heads up ur my first follower bye) n ur existence in my life <33 oh and our convos always somehow ended up being fruity bye ur theatre kid ass ain't straight don't try to act like one -_-

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY I LOVE YOU GUYS <33

#[🐨sei celebrates! Valentine's Day]#to others happy VDay too have a good one #even if u are single on dis day 🌹🌹here's roses for u #and no u guys aren't single on this day #u guys are my Valentine's date

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wigglebox · 3 years

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To previous marvel taglist anon

Babes don't waste your time tagging wigglebox - they're a spn blog more or less and reading between the lines they don't wanna reblog marvel etc content

To wigglebox

I follow and love ur blog but jeesh don't make massive posts saying you'll reblog peoples stuff when ur clearly backtracking now. U open Pandora box talking big talk

well, i'm sorry nonny i don't need your intervention here, i know what i'm about.

i have reblogged marvel things onto here, just not frequently. anyone who looks at my blog knows i'm primarily a SPN blog. i HAVE a marvel blog I was going to tell that person to tag anyway but that doesn't have as many followers as my current blog so I wasn't sure how to go about that.

as for your second message, while i have a number of followers, a lot of folks who follow me are SPN blogs as well. i didn't expect that post to really get far. mutuals aren't the only ones who can put me on a tag list, everyone can, however yeah, maybe i should have said SPN or writeblr stuff — but hindsight is 20/20.

your attitude, however, was very much uncalled for.

i'm not backtracking at all, and i'm sorry you didn't put your glasses on before you tried reading between the lines here.

please go step away from your phone or computer and get some water or something.

@ the other anon asking about tagging me in marvel stuff — also tag @boltofgold - that's my marvel account. idk your work flow, how much you make or how much you post. if it's every day i may have to reblog to the other account only because, yes, i am primarily a SPN account i'm sorry.

or, if any big marvel blogs are following me, and want to be added to that nonny's tag list, totally hmu

and you, nonny, please don't talk to people like this. it's very rude.

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irwinkitten · 6 years

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edge of tonight | m.c

requested: yes pairing: michael x reader prompt: everyone is born colourblind and once you meet your soulmate everything can be seen in colour notes: blame the girls on blamelukeforeverything the Lashton Network for this one. I’m inspired and they helped pick the prompt. this is an entire fluff fest and i refuse to be sorry because i am soft tonight. have fun with your hearts word count: 1.7k

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You’d been told stories all your life about the person who would bring colour into your life, literally.

Your parents had almost drilled into you everything they could find about soulmates, about how you’d remain colourblind until you met the one person fate had deemed your other half.

Over the years, people had questioned why this was such a thing. Many looked to the Greek Mythology on Soulmates, about how the Androgynous children of the moon -those that had four arms, four legs, two hearts and both male and female genitalia - were deemed too powerful by Zeus and were split in half, only for Apollo to sew them up, leaving the longing of their other half as a reminder of what had been lost. It was said that when the two found each other, there was an unspoken understanding of one another, that they’d feel unified and would lie with each other in unity and would know no greater joy than that.

There were others who held no faith in the Greek Mythology and instead believed that God created androgynous souls—equally male and female. Later theories speculated that the souls split into separate genders. Over a number of reincarnations, each half seeks the other.

Many theories had been thrown around and studied, but no one could really understand why colour was the biggest factor in finding the soulmate. Many believed it to be fate, making sure you found the right soulmate, because so many believed there were different varieties of soulmates.

Although your parents had taught you all they could, and you’d learned as much possible, the childish fantasies that had been romanticised in your mind came to an earth shattering crash when you realised that meeting your soulmate, unless you travelled the world, was going to be impossible.

No matter how much you had pleaded with your parents, they couldn’t justify sending you around the world on a possibility, so it led you to working every hour under the sun, saving up as much money so when you felt ready, you would travel the world to find your soulmate.

Many of your friends had laughed and called you silly, but as they got older with you and found their own, they began to understand why you’d felt desperate.

It was a sad subject when you’d asked them how it felt to find their other half. They could not only see colours, but it was like the world shifted just a little bit, your entire body feeling new emotions and giving you that sense that you felt utterly complete.

Despite the lack of colour in your life, you had surged ahead in school, only to find that the programs you wanted to join, couldn’t accept colour blind students. So instead of attending University, you worked different jobs.

Your current job was in a record store which doubled as a small cafe that had a little reading nook.

More often than not, you could be found on your breaks, curled up in the corner of the cafe on a plush beanbag, a book in hand as you ready all kinds of books.

You always steered away from the romantic ones, the ache in your chest always more prominent when you read those types of books.

Your boss, Scott, never said anything about your habit, you were one of the best employees he’d ever had. You covered every shift you could, your organisation of the records was meticulous and you kept track of every sale you made.

On the slower days, you remained behind the counter with a book, your eyes always tracking when the door opened.

It was one of the days when rain was pouring down and people weren’t venturing into the town.

Scott stuck his head around the door frame and whistled, causing your head to shoot up from your book and he grinned at the scowl you gave him.

“Was there a reason for frightening me?” Came the sarcastic barb and he laughed, his lips still twisted into the cheesiest grin.

It took a further ten seconds before you relented and smiled back.

“It’s a quiet day with the bad weather. I was going to order some lunch for us both since it’s not likely to get that busy any time soon.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be better than whatever you tried to get me to eat last time?” The plea made him sigh in response.

“You know it was only because i was being forced to try that diet with my ex.” His explanation ended in a whine and you smirked.

“Yeah well, look how well that went for you.” The retort was playful and Scott knew it, but he still threw one of cushions at you, making you duck and laugh.

“Listen, do you want food or not?”

“Depends. What did you have in mind?”

“Pizza.” At this, you laughed.

“You really had to ask me if I wanted pizza? Man you must’ve hit your head or something. You go order and get our food, I can man the shop by myself.” You gestured around and he grinned before coming out from the office, collecting the travel mug sat beneath the counter, ruffling your hair as he did so.

“I’ll even get you a coffee. I’ll be as quick as possible.” You hummed in acknowledgement before returning your attention to the book as the door opened and closed, the shop falling into silence once more.

It only took five minutes before boredom had set in, so you plugged your phone into the sound system, clicking shuffle on the work playlist you’d created and began to move about the store, re-checking the already neat records.

As each song played, you found yourself dancing and singing along, an excited rush filling you as Fleetwood Mac’s Everywhere began playing and you couldn’t help yourself as you danced and sang along.

The sound of the music had masked the sound of the door opening, so you had missed the group of four boys stood in the doorway, all of them slightly damp, each of them wearing grins as they watched you.

Halfway through the song, you finally noticed them and yelped in shock before hurrying over to the system to turn it down, only then did the four of them offer a round of applause, making you blush.

“Sorry! I hadn’t heard the door.” You glanced up before freezing. One of the biggest bands in the charts were stood in the store, looking dishevelled yet amused and you felt your cheeks grow even warmer.

“Uh, hi. I’m Y/N.” The boys had moved further into the store and fanned out as you came from behind the counter. Ashton spoke up first.

“I’m Ashton, that’s Calum, Luke and Michael. We were dropping by to see if you’d have some older records at all?”

The question had gone over your head by this point because when you looked to Michael as he lifted his hand to greet you, the colours exploded and your heart began to pick up in shock as you tried to take in the biggest change of your life.

“Holy shit.” Michael whispered as his own eyes began searching the colours of the store that had clearly come to life for him.

Your eyes kept meeting his as you took in the colours, tears in the corners of your eyes as you tried to desperately take everything in whilst he moved closer to you.

“Mike?” Calum’s voice broke through your shock induced awe and you nearly jumped in shock when you realised how close Michael actually was.

“Holy shit.” He repeated more softly, his fingers lifting to brush your cheeks softly. When his fingers connected with your skin, you felt the shift that everyone had described, you heart flooding with every positive emotion.

“Guys, meet my soulmate.” He whispered in shock as the first tears fell.

The other three had fallen silent in shock and you couldn’t help yourself as you lifted your own hand, your fingers trailing across his jaw and almost instinctively, his head dipped so that your palm was against his cheek.

Tears were rolling down relentlessly now, you could feel your heart in your chest, pounding away and you felt certain the other boys could hear it as well.

“It’s a good job we’ve got today off, we can ask John to run through the stage lights so you don’t get overwhelmed Mike. And it’s nice to welcome you to the madhouse.” Ashton finally spoke and you turned your head, unable to forma response, your words stuck in the back of your throat.

The door opened once more, and your focus shifted to Scott who came in and paused, taking in the strange scene.

He took one look at your face and a broad grin crossed his lips and you could finally see the absurd colour in his hair.

“Orange doesn’t suit you Scott.” Was the first thing you said and he laughed as he went and placed the pizza on the counter.

“We need to give these two some time, do you guys want to take a look at our little reading nook?” You could’ve hugged Scott right there, he was allowing you both a moment of peace.

Once the sounds of the boys trooping away had quietened, you turned your attention back to Michael, your eyes taking in his features as a grin broke across his lips.

“Hi soulmate.” He whispered and before you could even say anything, he was kissing you.

And his lips felt like heaven.

It felt like everything locked into place in that moment and you finally understood the missing piece that had felt missing for so long.

Your fingers threaded themselves into his hair as he pulled you closer, your body pressed up against him and you could feel more tears escaping.

He felt like home.

When you pulled away from each other, his forehead resting against yours, a small giggle escaping as your brain finally caught up with the entire situation.

“Would you like to stay for some pizza and work this out?” The question had left your lips before you could really consider it, knowing that Scott wouldn’t mind.

“For you? Anything.”

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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dance with me

request from nonnie! “Hello! Im terribly in love with your writing! I was wondering if maybe, Charlie takes Bill, the twins an (either oc or reader insert) to a muggle party and they’re all super confused but love it and Fred is completely smitten by the OC when she danced and maybe did something weird/special of your choosing. I hope it isnt much, lots of love for u and Mischief Managed! ♥️”

pairing: fred x muggle!reader

word count: 2.2k

A/N: my dudes i don’t even know what the fuck this is but i loved this request so much, didn’t mean to make it sad, sry, also you can interpret this how you will.. personally i think they’re both too vulnerable rn to ~get it on~ but i like to think that maybe fred would open his heart again after this and she’d mend his heartbreak..... brb making myself big sad !!!!!! but listen if you wanna imagine him pinning her against the wall and having the time of his life then go for it, man i'm just...... big into angst;;;;;;; pls reblog & leave feedback & things of the like, thank you loves

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The foggy, wet streets of the city were unappealing compared to the very comforting, open landscape next to the Burrow. The very last thing that Fred and George had wanted to do was follow their two eldest brothers in the frigid, rainy weather to some silly Muggle party in central London.

Especially Fred.

He didn’t want to be forced out of the one place that made him somewhat happy, especially when he was still nursing the heartbreak that had been causing him so much unpleasantness.

But they’d obliged, because Charlie had nearly pounced on the two of them about it, and they’d much rather go to this than be forced to sit inside the Burrow with pompous Percy -- although, since the war, he had admittedly gotten better at not being a self-righteous git.

The twins had a ton on their plate; not to mention, Fred wasn’t in the mood for any of it. They were dragged out of their business shop by Bill, who was adamant about the fact that they’d both needed a night out, and when they’d tried to persist, telling their eldest brother many times that they had too much to do before the newest shipment of magical inventions came in, Bill had nearly hexed the pair of them, causing them both to shut up almost instantaneously.

But now, as bright, fluorescent lights hit the middle of the room, highlighting you, your smooth and effortless dance moves, and the very lazy grin on your face as you sang along to the booming music in between sips of your drink, Fred wasn’t so huffy about being here anymore.

His heartbreak didn’t seem so heavy anymore.

At least right now, it didn’t.

Admittedly, Bill was right. They really did need a night out. They’d been so bloody busy working that they hadn’t even been to the pub in a few weeks’ time. Ever since the war, business had seemed to escalate, which was really saying something, considering it was incredibly busy even before all of this had gone down. The two of them hardly ever had a moment to breathe. Which, they supposed, was good for Fred. Kept him occupied, kept his mind at bay. But they reckoned they probably needed to hire some more help. Ron had reluctantly agreed to lend a hand. It was Hermione’s idea. A brilliant one, at that.

George thrust a beer frustratingly into his twin’s hands. “We’ve got so much to do, mate.”

“Yeah,” Fred replied breathlessly, truly not listening to a word George was saying.

Fred Weasley had always had it easy when it came to the ladies. They flocked to him, really. He didn’t like to admit it so as not to come off like an entitled prat, but it was true. It was probably due to the fact that he was always making everyone laugh -- something that came equally as easy to him. Perhaps it was his bright red hair that the girls ogled over. Maybe it was his wicked sense of adventure, and the fact that he was always landing himself in questionable situations more often than not. But that was school. He could easily impress those girls at school. He hadn’t had too in a while, though. He’d been happily tied up with the same person for years — that is, until he wasn’t. Until she’d picked someone else.

This was different, though. This was a Muggle party, in the middle of central London, in someone’s sweaty, sticky flat with a bunch of people he didn’t know. Fred couldn’t do magic here. He couldn’t impress someone with his inventions or with his stories about adventure without giving away the fact that he was a from a magical background. He couldn’t use his usual tricks in front of all of these Muggles or he’d be in a ton of hot water.

He also couldn’t let his very intense vulnerability and his rusty flirting get in the way.

But he wouldn’t be Fred Weasley if he didn’t try, right?

It was always easy for Fred to be able to flirt absentmindedly with women. But with his heart in a fragile state, he wasn’t so sure it would be easy tonight.

Bill, picking up on his younger brother’s locked knees and fingers gripped tight around his beer, stopped in front of them. “You alright, Fred?”

“Yeah,” Fred said again, clearing his throat and swigging a bit of his drink. He then thrust the nearly full beer into Charlie’s hands, who furrowed his brows in a confused look. Fred continued, “More than okay. Hey, you guys have fun -- I’ll catch up with you in a bit, alright?”

He left his brothers standing at the other end of the room as he pushed through tons of people. When he’d finally made it to the middle, you were gone. He casually swerved around, peering all around the room to try and meet the gaze with the eyes he felt like he’s known for years already. He then spotted you toward the corner, pouring yourself another drink. His feet began moving before he could register exactly what he was doing; so quickly, in fact, that he hadn’t even heard the obnoxious exchange of words and laughter from behind him from his brothers.

“Merlin, can we go anywhere without Fred picking someone up?”

“Give him a break, mate -- he hasn’t seen anyone since everything unraveled with the last one. It’s been almost two years. Reckon this is good for him — for me, too.”

“Wish it was that easy for me to pick someone up, bloody hell.”

With his heart pounding unnaturally against his ribcage, Fred slid next to you and too began to pour himself a drink, glad to have gotten rid of that beer that Charlie was now undoubtedly guzzling. He opened his mouth to speak, but much to his surprise, you spoke first.

“Ahh -- a whiskey man, are you?”

He was taken aback at the sultry sound of your voice; maybe it was because the music was pounding in his ears, or the fact that you were this foreign person he desperately found himself wanting to know, and very quickly. He looked down at his drink, and then up at you. You were already sipping yours. “That a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily -- though I haven’t decided yet.”

The slight eyebrow raise you gave him made his insides twist. It was too early in the night for nerves. He swallowed them down as he took a swig of his very strong drink. “Haven’t decided, hm?”

You turned to him and then around to face the rest of the party. You inched closer and crossed your arms over your chest, and nodded. “There are three different types of men here tonight, you see. Those, over there,” you pointed with your pinky finger to a bunch of very frat-like men sipping lazily on their beers or glasses of wine, “they’ve come looking for something casual. Not so casual as far as one nighters go, but a fling. Something of the like. Those over on that end,” Fred followed your finger over to a very messy looking group of men who were dancing far too close with some women in the middle of the dance floor -- they looked like they all needed to get rooms. Separately. Merlin. “You know the type of night they’re looking for.”

Fred couldn’t help but snort a bit as he sipped casually.

“And then there’s you. Sipping your whiskey. Cute as ever.”

You turned back toward him and he raised an eyebrow. He was now feeling a bit self-conscious — he was both thrilled and equally embarrassed at being called “cute” by a woman as stunning as you, way out of his league and probably having quite a laugh yourself. He didn’t even know your name. What would you say next? You’d already deemed him the “third type of man” in the room, but the fact that he was a standalone, and not lumped in with another group, made him feel both overwhelmingly relieved, and also slightly terrified. But he tried to play it cool.

“What about me?”

You brought your hand to your hip and wet your lips, pondering this. A small smirk spread itself across your face, the fluorescent light flashing across your eyes. “I dunno yet,”

He liked that. He liked that you didn’t know anything about him. He liked that he didn’t have to be the bloke who made jokes to lighten the mood, the guy who loved messing with people, or the boy who got his heart broken by a girl who’d never really cared for him at all. He didn’t have to be any of those people. He could just be Fred.

“Haven’t decided, I reckon? Like the whiskey?”

You smiled; it was bad enough that Fred was losing his mind solely at the perfume you were wearing, and the fact that this conversation was going absolutely nothing like what he’d planned. Your eyes met his and your voice was soft when you leant in closer, “That’s what makes it so bloody dangerous.”

He didn’t know what the bloody hell you meant by that but he didn’t seem to mind, especially when you grabbed him by the shirt and led him to the dance floor again, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you as some slow song he’d never heard blared through the speakers in the corner.

“And to think — I was just going to come over here and see if I’d even be lucky enough to have a chat,”

You laughed at this, shutting your eyes whilst doing so, and Fred noticed something sparkly painted on your skin toward the edges of your eyes. “What can I say? You’ve intrigued me.”

Perhaps he could do this without any magic. Bloody difficult to not talk all about it, though.

Perhaps his vulnerability would subside, and he’d be able to talk and flirt and dance without thinking back on his own overwhelming heartache that had rendered him nearly useless the last few months.

But after a while, he stopped worrying. The music was so loud, your laughter so infectious, that he’d forgotten all about all those stupid jokes he’d wanted to make about his shop, about Hogwarts, about the magic he’d learned growing up. It wasn’t until you’d asked him to be in the moment with you that he’d truly remembered them.

“Just,” you’d started, tugging gently on the collar of his shirt and biting your bottom lip as another song played loudly, “just be here with me, okay?”

Fred wondered, as glassiness seemed to fill your eyes through a grin at him, if you, too, were in need of this night out.

Maybe you were nursing some kind of heartbreak, too.

Maybe you were also trying to find some type of normal.

It was in your tone — in the way your voice trembled slightly when you’d said be here with me. He didn’t think you were looking for something like a fling, like those guys you’d pointed at before. And he definitely knew that you weren’t looking for one night and one night only, like those sloppy people he’d kept trying to avoid on the dance floor. Maybe, like you’d said, you just needed him to be here. In the moment. Just the two of you, shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

He realized, when he peered down at you and felt some type of warmth for the first time since his own heart was crushed in its vulnerability, that he just needed you to be here with him, too.

So when you leant forward slowly, trying to read his expression, to see if it was okay to do what you wanted to do, he leant in too, pressing his lips gently to yours in a spark of electricity for the first time in Merlin only knows how long.

And what he tasted on your lips sent him spiraling.

When you pulled apart, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “What?” You asked nervously, biting down on the bottom lip, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was growing on your face.

“A whiskey girl, eh?”

You shrugged casually, as if it meant nothing. But you both knew it meant everything. It was just strange, he thought — your first interaction just hours ago, the conversation you’d held, and how you were here, now, entangled together. You wiggled your eyebrows at him — and he was surprised that he found it both innocent and incredibly alluring. “Told you it’s dangerous.”

You sipped the very last of your drink before tossing your cup into the waste bin. Fred reckoned he could stay here all night, forgetting about all of the things that kept him up at night, the things that had been making him so bloody prone to unpleasantness for such a long time. He wanted to laugh again. He wanted to smile again. He wanted to love again.

When you cocked your head to the side and smiled softly at him, beginning to mouth the words to the music, he reckoned he might just be able too.

Then you tugged on both of his hands, placed them delicately across your waist as you locked your arms around his neck again, you said over the booming of the next stupid song you’d undoubtedly sing every word too,

“Just dance with me, Freddie.”

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