Nostalgia Is Like Hey Remember That Time In Your Life When You Were Unbearably Sad And Angry All The

Nostalgia is like hey remember that time in your life when you were unbearably sad and angry all the time? What if you weren't? What if you actually miss it? What if magnolia trees never smell like that again?

Closing his eyes he tips his head back against the steady wooden wall and wills his head to stop spinning. When he peels his eyes open again Draco’s there beside him.

Harry sucks in a breath, holds it and feels unsteady on his feet.

“Come with me.” Draco tells him, hand outstretched. 

Harry doesn't even wait a beat before taking it. 

Draco’s skin is soft against his and his palm is bigger than it used to be. Harry forces himself to draw a breath against the tightness of his ribcage. Heat crackles down his spine.

Draco tugs him through the loo door and stops suddenly, making Harry stumble a little. He catches him and presses him up against the wall.

When Draco kisses him Harry’s lips are already parted.

There’s less anger in it this time, just the casual pleasure of open mouths and tongues sliding together. Harry moves his hand up, clenching his fingers around Draco’s wrist, and watches as he squeezes his lids shut. He feels like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff, the strong wind pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Draco groans into his mouth and the inside of Harry's thighs flare with warmth. He reaches up with his free hand and tangles it through Draco’s long golden locks tugging gently. “Fuck,” Draco exhales quietly, slotting his thigh in between Harry’s and pressing him more firmly to the wall.

Excerpt from my new fic Inexplicable Things 

Yesss that’s such a cool concept! I love using songs as my inspiration

Thank you for the tag Ravena <3 @ravena-wrote

Last Line Challenge

(Basically its where you reblog with the last line of a story or poetry you're currently writing)

Okay please, this is dark though. It's from a fic I'm writing-

God okay, here goes-

"Boys only want love if it's torture," she sung, her voice coming out in whispers, breaths hitting his bare restrained thighs; a steel knife dropped it's reflection on his thigh and as it dripped blood, "Don't, say I didn't, say I didn't-" the knife pierced the skin and the person whimpered through a ball gag, "-warn you," she fixed him with glare.

I'm tagging @emikadreams and @myopicmeerkat and whoever who writes and finds this.

Sirius: today was a great day

Sirius: I ran into snivy!

Lily: how is that great?

Sirius: I was in my car

Lily:

Helloooo

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy (but only if you want to)! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifs (anonymously if you want). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ♡

This is such a wonderful idea! Here are 5 things that make me happy in no particular order :)

1. A really good book

2. The smell of fresh cut grass

3. My dog sage who I love an extreme amount

4. Slam poetry (any type of poetry actually)

5. Spending time with the people I love!

Thank you so much for this fun and positive ask! Answering it really put me in a better mood 💜💚

Ready or Not 

Hermione had been shaking when she told him. She’d had to clear her throat several times and her pulse was pounding so loud in her ears that she almost couldn’t tell if she’d finally gotten the words out. 

The way Ron had reacted had been enough confirmation. She’d sat frozen as the sucker-punch pain of it all spread across his wide blue eyes and twisted it’s way over his mouth.

 “It’s okay ‘Mione, I understand,” He’d said softly, his cheeks pale and his hands clenched into fists. 

Hermione knew he didn’t. 

She’d never told him that there was someone else. It was never going to happen anyways.

Until…

Until, one night it did. 

They were drunk and giddy in the blue dusk of Harry’s garden when she stumbled and rough hands caught her waist ceasing her fall.

Suddenly, Hermione was looking up into wide eyes and blown out irises and she’d needed to remind herself to draw a breath against the tightness of her rib cage. 

They stood there for a second as if suspended in time before their lips brushed together. The kiss felt like a long time coming, like ready or not. 

When Hermione pulled away she looked up into Ginny’s warm brown eyes and smiled softly. The ache in her chest finally felt warm.