Flame 5- Crackle
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They didn’t talk about it yet.
The most intense night of sex, not physically but emotionally, and they hadn’t touched too much on it. Besides Harry coming to her house with a shit eating grin, a paper showing his results to confirm he was clean from any STIs. Going bare was something they both really wanted to do.
It was a shame that shit had gotten so stupidly busy.
Y/N was studying like mad. Harry was a bit, but he mostly sat with her as she studied and stared at her. Lots of coffee dates to study, library dates, even a few days of sitting in the park with a blanket on the grass and their books sprawled out, a plethora of highlighters and pens littering in between. It was comfortable, really, like it w always was.
The changes were more and more obvious the more that he had looked at it. The cuddles and chaste kisses and the way that they’d holed off into their own little nest like a couple in a somewhat honeymoon stage. Y/N was still a playful bully but she would kiss his pout away when she would make it appear and crawl on top of him to lay down, her cheek against his chest while he stroked her back.
It just.. didn’t seem like it was two friends fucking around. It was clearer to him the more he spent time with her, the more the touches became natural, the more his heart would speed up when he got texts from her. He’d always been excited to spend time with her but this was a new level. His throat would dry when she would tenderly brush the hair from his face, her quiet contemplation making him want to beg to know exactly what was going on in that pretty little head.
Harry had definitely made himself out to be a goofy, funny, horny man, sure, but he had layers. Layers Y/N was peeling back at a pace he hadn’t really prepared for. The anticipation of getting to see her next was almost irritating. How has it changed so rapidly? And why didn’t he care as much about feeling all these things? The complexity of their changing relationship had made him feel like his head was scrambled. She was seeing the parts of him he had kept back, the softer bits that were genuine pushed back until now.
The thing that really sucked now was the time apart, how antsy he was to actually see her. Sure, he had been anxious to see her when they’d just been friends but now that they spent the majority of time together and she had study groups and such, really needed to focus, he had to step away and do his own. It sucked. The bed felt cold. Something he thought to be a huge red flashing light. He tended to ignore those:
H: I miss you. :(
🍑: hi hi. I miss you too.
H: you didn’t put the frown face. So I tend to believe I miss you more.
🍑: :( :( :( :( :(
H: that’s betterrrrr. This book is making my eyes bleed.
🍑: I know. This intro course should not be an intro course. What are you studying rn?
H: one of the business courses. To be honest it’s all bleeding together and I can’t rlly tell what I’m reading, half my page is highlighter.
🍑: h… darling… that is not good study technique. I’ve told you this.
H: so come over and show me :) :) pleaaaaase.
🍑: do you know how bad I want to
H: then do it!!!!! what’s stopping you!!!
🍑: 1. You’re a dork. And an enabler.
🍑: 2. You know what's stopping me. If I come over there will be no studying done.
H: untrue and rude.
🍑: no, no. I tell the truth. You’ll be like
🍑: ‘let’s take a break! Let’s lay down! Let’s make out! Let’s have sex :)’ and then pout n blink your lashes the way you do when you think ur fluttering them but it looks like u got something in your eyes.
H: now… what the hell did I do for you to attack me like that
🍑: is it an attack if it’s the truth? 🤔
H: yes. Especially that.
Harry rolled his head on the back of the couch, groaning as he stretched his limbs like a cat. Y/N wasn’t going to budge. He knew it and he didn’t want to push too far to actually get her mad, but he really fucking missed her. Enough to drop the silly act and text her seriously.
H: but I really do miss you. It feels empty when you’re not here.
H: like I understand why, don’t get me wrong. I’m not blaming you, sweetheart. Just… idk.
🍑: :/ I’m sorry. I miss you too. It stinks less here though…
H: Har Har. I’m being serious though.
H: your smell isn’t on my sheets anymore.
🍑: h… :(
🍑: i can come over tomorrow. Okay? I can at least come to sleep. Or you can come here. Exams are only a few days away but I know I’ve been a bit strict when it comes to seeing you.
H: it wasn’t like this before. Guess I’m just adjusting.
🍑: I know, but last time we weren’t doing… this stuff. The intimate stuff. It’s hard to be around you and not end up on my back. Lol.
H: yeah… I dunno. It’s just never felt so annoying being away from you.
H: sorry if I’m sounding weird. Lol. Just like… got used to you being here and sleeping with me.
🍑: it doesn’t sound weird. It’s what we’ve been doing for a bit now and it is weird. I miss it too- you know I’m just shit at expressing it.
H: Mhm. I miss kissing you.
Harry exhaled as he switched apps, thumbing through their photos together and the ones he had taken of her when she hadn’t been looking. Surely she would kick his ass for doing so but he knew she didn’t love photos and he selfishly wanted some for himself. They were some from brunches they went to, walks they went on, nights out. One in particular called to him, her in his tee shirt and leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee she nursed in her hands. It was his ‘H’ mug, her sleepy eyes and messy hair evidence she had been very comfortable in his bed. A peek of a love bite could be seen under the collar of his shirt, making him smile a little bit.
It wasn’t just him that was comfortable. She was too, especially in those vulnerable moments. Before she caught herself and tried to joke it off. Usually that was his job, but lately it hasn’t felt like a joking mood anymore. He wanted to curl himself around her and bury his face into her neck, listen to her breathe. It wasn’t a joke anymore.
🍑: I do too. A lot. Which is why I can’t come over tonight. You wouldn’t have any lips left </3
H: I don’t think I’d mind if it meant I got to kiss you
🍑: since when have you gotten romantic on me? That was cute and slightly disturbing .
🍑: I like your lips a bit too much anyways. Don’t let them go anywhere.
H: they won’t. They’re yours ;)
🍑: there he is.
How could he express these differences in feelings without making it weird?
It was obvious something had shifted. Something had been different, and it wasn’t just fun anymore. Harry knew that he was going to have to be the one to bring it up to her but he wasn’t sure exactly how to do it. He had tried in a way, during sex. The most vulnerable place to be. But he wasn’t sure if he tried again he wouldn’t ruin it. He just needed a little more time.
Yes, time. All he needed was more of it so he could strengthen whatever the hell this was and point out the obvious.
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“You quite literally have not let go of me since I walked in the door.” Y/N had an amused tone to her voice, laying naked in his bed with his arm sloped around her stomach. His face was in between her breasts, breathing lowly as they recovered from sex. Going bare was the best thing to happen to him, really.
“Haven't seen you in 3 days.” He muttered against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the hot skin. “Missed you. You’re gonna disappear on me soon anyways to study.” The grumbles made her chuckle, petting his slightly damp curls with her fingers as they listened to the low buzz of the playlist Harry had put on.
“It’s only because every time we get together we end up naked, H. I’d much rather be hanging out with you than studying but you know I need to keep the grades up to keep the scholarship.” Y/N had worked incredibly hard to get it and Harry knew that, his resigned nod making her aware he did respect that. Academics were important to her. He’d never want her grades to suffer because of him, but sometimes he was selfish with her attention.
“I know. M’so proud of you for that, by the way.” He looked up at her. “S’fucking wicked that you got such a good one. I’d never want to put it in jeopardy. But I… I’m capable of keeping it in my pants if it means I get to have you around.” He felt her go to laugh by scowled up at her, shaking his head. “M’serious. I just miss you a lot when you’re not around. Like having you here even if I trip over your shoes and you don’t rinse out your mugs. You make it feel more… I dunno, more like home.” His face dropped back into her breasts, not wanting her to see the flush on his skin.
Y/N paused her hand in his hair, making him tense slightly. He didn’t meant to fuck up if he did. If it was too serious of a thing to say- but her hand started up again, a little sight leaving her swollen lips.
“Well.. we can trial run it in the morning.” She decided breeze past what he had said. Harry wasn’t sure why that had made a bit of disappointment settle in his belly, but it was overturned with the excitement at the idea of her staying around during the day. “But that means one thing.”
He peeked back at her face to see her mischievous glint. “Means you have to get all of it out of your system now. All of the filthy, dirty stuff.”
Harry caught her drift just fine. It was one condition he was happy to have. His recovery time with Y/N was insane, actually, and he could feel himself twitch at the idea of being inside of her again.
“Mmm…”’he moved down, pressing a few kissing down her stomach. “Well… I have been thinking about cleaning you up.”
He had cum inside of her and the mere sight of it had made him feel like he could go again. There was something about being bare like that, being raw and vulnerable, knowing he was the only one allowed inside of her that got him off. It was the entire thing. Exclusivity, marking, claiming. Possessives, sure, but he already accepted that.
“What?” She asked breathily, watching him sink down and spread her thighs open. A little squeak left her lips followed by a laugh as he spread her open, looking at the mess he made. He’d gone a bit hard and he could tell, the remnants of his cum dripping down her slightly swollen cunt. “You’re not seriously going to- oh, fuck.”
Harry did as he pleased, pressing his tongue flat and swiping it over her cunt. Tasting the mix of both of them, letting it coat him, lapping up what he could just on the first pass. His eyes met hers, watching her look down at him in slight shock.
“Jesus- H, I thought guys thought it was… y’kno, gross.” She panted, though obviously proven wrong. “We can just wipe it up, it’s okay.” Y/N didn’t want him to think he had to do it or anything like that- but his immediate second pass sign his tongue had her exhaling sharply, gripping the sheets next to her. It was obviously sensitive and his wet, hot tongue was making it hard to talk.
“Tasting us together is the best thing I’ve gotten to do- besides getting to cum inside this pretty pussy. M’gonna clean it all up and fill you again.” Harry murmured, kissing the top of her mound. “We taste so good together, angel. Like we were made to be like this. Think that’s the truth.” He taunted, spreading her cunt open further with his fingers and kissing right over her clit. “This cunt was made for me. You were meant to be mine.”
He had enough words, deciding to channel his passion into her again. Lapping her up with a fervor that made her tremble, licking up bit of their orgasms that he could get with pleasured groans against her. Her clit pulsed against his thumb as he rubbed it, getting her cunt wet in a much different way than before. Keeping his mouth busy was better than blurting out that he was pretty sure he was in love with her. Probably wasn’t the best time being between her thighs but, he had managed to stop disaster.
When he finally felt her orgasm, her moan of his name and grip on his hair keeping him right on her cunt as she bucked her hips into his face and pleaded for him not to stop, he knew his words were true. Even the ones unsaid.
He was definitely in love with Y/N. And he had no idea what to do about it.
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Freestyle Love Supreme
I just had a blast watching Episode 1 of FLS and had to share my favorite moments here!
adele dazeem BAHAHAHA. I can't believe it's been a decade since that iconic moment??
lin in a beanie HIHIHIHIHIHI
i didnt realize they had these like–mini games? now I get the flow betterrrrr haha like mic check, what ya'll know and true. so there's more ohhh YAY!
LIN's HAIR CAN I GET AN AMEN
oscar attire, girl on fire (oh gosh, really gotta watch tobsas real soon)
taxi cab, maxi pad you do rapid mathematics automatically
UTK and lupita #pleasereply hahaha
lin's verse on hoverboard. damn he's just so quick-witted. alas, I admit it.
two touch, ukraine. this guy's a history buff, bow-wow. i've seen yt fls clips of him and his general knowledge of ANYthing is just amazing. i love how im low-key getting a history lesson in all this madness.
#WhoNeedsProm
lovin arthur. searched him in yt and saw this. wholesome. precious. my hEART.
cjack with 'em earrings HOHOHO founding father be dazzlin
lin-man. shaving cream on widow's peak omfg HAHAHAHHA
chris' voice??? damn. i can sleep peacefully tonight.
lin almost butting in coz cjack might slip HAHA lin be like we dont wanna get sued bro
patrice. my first thought is robin's frenemy in himym hahaha.
that new york life hahahha. mygod it's such a dream to be there someday.
Shoutout and big hugs to @felizusnavidad! Wouldn't have discovered FLS without youuu!
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Rebelde (2004) based on what i remember;
Lupita deserved BETTERRRRR!!!! Her storyline with her baby sister was so overlooked and eventually ditched. I would have loved to see lupita’s mom be humbled bc she was just awful. I honestly thought they were setting a good plot with Lupita having mommy issues and her having to live as a sister/mom but no. It was all ditched . She did have a great love story with santos though (fuck Nico he was terrible to her)
Vico was a great character and the writers were scared of her potential
Giovanni was so toxic probably as much as Diego but it was overlooked due to his background
Diego was also fucked but understandably so. He is what Ch*ck (Gossip Girl) wishes he was
Miguel was the most toxic of the three ngl, at least the other two owned up to their shit while Miguel pretended he was a good person (also Mia being 15 while Miguel was 18 is actually disgusting)
Roberta has so much depth and angst which was written and portrayed so well especially her relationship with her mother.
Mia deserved better relationship wise, yes Miguel got her out of so much shit but he treated her like shit. her relationship with her dad was portrayed well tho, daddy issues but the dad does care
The addition of random ass characters with storylines was so dumb like irdgaf abt Pilar and her posse
Also Luján bothered the shit outta me, like girly, not everything is abt you
Celina deserved jail (not fr) she was so manipulative and gaslighted everyone around her. I did hate how everyone treated her, even Roberta made really distasteful comments about her body. So i guess it’s written well in that aspect that her getting bullied led to her behavior
I’m sorry to the actress but Sabrina is so unattractive and looked thirty the whole time. They mentioned how ethereal she was but she looked like any normal girl on the street lmao. She also had a hideous personality so maybe it’s that
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