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— micaela's june recs

ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3

HARRY POTTER

— theodore nott.

take you to the basics by @patrophthia

MARAUDERS

— sirius black.

sycamore girl by @patrophthia

— james potter.

triwizard tournament by @patrophthia

↳ what letters?

AVATAR

— neteyam sully.

by the grace [make no mistake] by @loaksky

MARVEL

— miguel o'hara.

snow spider by @ichorai

carbon copy by @devilishcupid

what's in between by @ghost-with-a-teacup

STRANGER THINGS

— eddie munson.

drunk in love by @lovebugism

↳ she's so unusual

↳ this is gonna sting

public enemy no. 1 by @misanthrxpe

GAME OF THRONES

— jaime lannister.

i'm not made by design by @ichorai

BRIDGERTON

— anthony bridgerton.

no longer in denial by @iwritefandomimagines

— benedict bridgerton.

not for him by @iwritefandomimagines

drunk sketches by @delehosies

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX

— graham dunne.

okay, romeo by @iwritefandomimagines

Perhaps a ‘Regret Me’ blurb with Graham Dunne + the song Sex or Robbers by The 1975 😭 🙏

If not no worries at all!

Thx!

So I love this with all my heart?? I saw The 1975 in concert in November and cried my little eyes out, so this is just the epitome of some of my favorite things ever. I would do Robbers, but I simply cannot imagine Graham Dunne committing crimes, so Sex it is! (Yes, I'm aware that that last bit out of context sounds extremely odd. I also do not care.)

tw: slightly sexual content, but nothing graphic at all

Neither of you were quite sure how it started.

One moment you two were in the back of the van, waiting for the others to get back from the venue so you could head back home. You were in the process of sliding off your knee-high boots, which you had regretted wearing halfway through the set when you realized you couldn't feel the bottoms of your feet.

Graham sat beside you, twirling one of Warren's drum sticks between his fingers. He glanced over at you as you threw your boots across the back of the van, slumping down.

Only a few hours ago you had been in the small music hall performing a set. Your boyfriend had been in the front row, beaming at you throughout the entire thing. At least until he saw how you acted around Graham.

As the two guitarists (lead & rhythm) you were bound to have some interaction during the show. He just didn't think that meant the whole show. Anytime you and Graham played at the same time you would stand close to each other, sometimes with you laying your head on his shoulder. One time your faces got so close that your boyfriend wasn't entirely sure that you two hadn't kissed.

So when you bounced backstage to meet him, you weren't entirely surprised at the hardened look he had on his face. The two of you had ended up in a screaming match, heard in part by the entire band as they loaded everything up to get on the road.

Eventually you left, slamming the door to the venue behind you as you crawled into the van, where Graham was already helping pull stuff inside. You mumbled angrily under your breath as you unzipped your boots, throwing them.

You felt Graham's eyes on you and you looked back. He immediately looked away, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes. "Graham," you said, voice low and quiet.

He looked back over. "Yeah?"

And then you pulled him to you by the collar and kissed him hard. Graham, entirely caught off guard, found himself staring at your blurry eyebrows for a moment before he really realized what was going on. And when he did, his eyes fluttered shut, kissing you back.

Your fingers crept to his belt, toying with the hem of his jeans. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, and that was when you pulled away, a devilish grin on your face. Now Graham had a very obvious hard-on, which only made you grin a little wider.

"Think you can wait until we get back to the house?" you asked in a low whisper. Graham just nodded, eyes wide and surprised. You pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his lips and sat back, moving to help Billy haul the last of the guitars into the van.

And as Graham sat there, trying to comprehend what the fuck had just happened, all he could think of was one, single, repeating thought: She's got a boyfriend, anyway...