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[surenschompychompers]

[catbolt]

— RESONANCE

[SOUNDTRACK] Spell #6 - Part Time || ▶︎

You resonate for the first time with Sylus-- in bed.

[TAGS] sylus x mc, smut (wholesome lovey dovey sex while resonating), vanilla, vulnerable!Sylus, mc taking the lead, cockwarming

[A/N] ngl despite all the spicy banner frenzy im still kinda reeling over the sylus myth i just finished getting thru so this is me coping

[WC] 3k

songfic 4/?

Thick carpets of rain cascade down outside, rhythmically pattering on the window as she snuggles into Sylus’ shoulder a little closer under the blankets. He chuckles, the low vibrations of his laugh reverberating through her. “What, are you getting scared on me now?” “No,” she protests, eyes flicking from the gory scenes playing out on the TV at the foot of the bed up to Sylus’ warm gaze as he looks down at her. 

“Funny, because I could have sworn you just shivered against me.” He playfully squeezes his thigh where her hand rests. 

“Did not,” She insists, moving to pinch his arm in retaliation. He lets out a grunt of surprise. “Plus, I was the one who suggested it. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I was scared.”

“Fine, touche,” Sylus relents with a chuckle. “But you totally shivered.” “Maybe I’m cold,” she mutters.

“Cold?” He pulls up the blankets higher over both of them. “Want me to get another blanket?” “It’s fine. I can think of another way you can warm me up.” She smirks in his direction, but finds he’s completely missed the innuendo, instead just innocently pulling her closer to him, wrapping his big arms around her as they snuggle closer. His fingers trace soothing lines over her back. “I’m warm. If you get closer to me, it should rub off on you,” he murmurs softly. 

She chuckles to herself at this odd moment of innocence from someone who’s usually so sharp and sardonic, wrapping her arm around him in turn. In this position, she’s barely even able to see the TV, only the flashing lights reflected on the ceiling and Sylus’ face. She watches him for a while as his eyes remain trained on the screen.

“That part was so gross,” he mutters, gesturing to the screen. “Why did they have to make it like–” as he meets her eyes, he realizes they’ve been on him the entire time as she rests nestled in his arms. He lets out a soft huff. “You aren’t even paying attention. I can’t be more interesting than the movie. They just killed off like five of the characters at once.” “Oh, I think you’re a lot more interesting,” she responds with a gentle laugh. 

“Am I?” He says, eyes flickering back to the movie for a moment once more before she has his full attention. He leans over her, his arms fully encircling her under the soft blankets. One of his hands rises to stroke her cheek gently and his voice falls to nothing more than a whisper. “Do you want me to pause the movie?” 

He’s barely audible over the sound of the storm outside, cracks of thunder starting to mingle with the rain that has become torrential and relentless in its assault against the window.

“We don’t have to pause it. It seems like you were enjoying it.” As she looks at him she’s caught in his arresting crimson gaze. The feeling is like being stuck in molasses, her entire body entirely surrounded, submerged completely in the aching warmth of it. 

“How about I just lower the volume?” he murmurs, his hand momentarily slipping out from under the covers to find the remote. “You have my full attention, sweetheart.” A small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as she takes in how off-kilter she suddenly looks, as if he’s seeing her for the first time again. “You look like a deer in headlights,” he murmurs, leaning down until his nose is brushing hers. “Why do you do that sometimes? When I look at you…”

She feels his soft breath against her lips and suddenly everything else– the movie, the rain– is white noise. “I don’t know,” she says softly. “I just feel overwhelmed a little when you look at me so intently.”

“Overwhelmed?” He pulls back just a hair. “In a bad way?”

“No,” she reassures him firmly, her hand snaking behind him and tangling in his hair, gently pulling him closer so their noses are once again touching. “Not in a bad way. I like how you look at me. Like I’m something precious.”

His lips curve into a gentle smile against hers as they kiss, his hands sliding around her, pulling her closer as the movie continues to play quietly in the background. The kiss is slow and languid, their limbs tangling under the covers. 

With a gentle yet firm touch, he lays her back against the pillows, his body hovering just barely over hers as he they kiss. “You are precious,” he mutters between kisses, his voice thick. 

He breaks the kiss to trails his lips across her jawline and down her neck, his hands slowly, tenderly exploring her pajama-clad form. In her mind the sounds of the movie have completely drowned into nothingness– the only thing she can hear is their shared breathing and the rustle of the sheets at Sylus’ gentle movements. It’s so damn romantic it almost takes her breath away, her body arching into each of his careful touches. 

“You know I mean that, right?” He looks down at her, his lips parted and cheeks softly flushed as his hands dip under the hem of her shirt to rest lightly against her ribcage, the gentle warmth of his palms soothing as he rubs his fingers across her torso. She nods. Though she generally prides herself on being a logical and careful person, she could never find it in her to doubt Sylus, not for even a moment. He doesn’t need to tell her how he feels. Every touch of his hand on her might as well be an utterance of reverence, a prayer, the tenderness and yearning somehow palpable each time his fingertips make contact.

Her hand steals one of his from where it massages her sides, and she intertwines her fingers with his, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm. “I know it.”

He captures her lips in another kiss, unbearably slow and kind, as his free hand still beneath her shirt caresses each inch of her stomach and ribs. Both of them are too preoccupied to notice as a soft golden light begins to leak from between their locked palms, pulsing softly as her Evol reacts with his for the first time.

What makes Sylus’ eyes finally flutter open is the sudden warmth he feels in the palm of his hand. He gazes to the side at their clasped hands by her head, eyes widening. “Baby,” he says, voice hoarse with feeling. “You’re… resonating with me.”

Her eyes are drawn to the shining light as well. She almost feels like there’s a pearl in her palm, something round where the light emanates, that seems to pulse like it’s living. “Oh, wow,” she says breathlessly, watching as the light slowly strengthens and steadies. 

“But I don’t know what it is,” she murmurs. “It’s different depending on what Evol I’m resonating with, and the needs of the specific situation… and I’ve never resonated in this kind of situation before, obviously…” 

He laughs softly at that, gently rotating their interlaced hands so he can peer between them. “What happens now?” “I don’t know. I mean, your Evol is energy manipulation, so this must be some form of an amplification of that.” She gazes up at him, heart racing in her chest. 

“I want to keep kissing you,” he murmurs, then squeezes her hand. 

He doesn’t need to say it twice. She leans upward, kissing him deeply, her mouth opening greedily in invitation for his tongue as their hands remain interlinked. The glow pulses like a heartbeat, sending pleasant warmth through them both. It’s a soft, nonviolent energy, manifesting not with the intent to attack or defend, but simply to be. To mingle and grow in their togetherness.

She finally comes up for air, her breaths deepening. “Hold on,” she murmurs, and gently she disentangles her fingers from his, their palms separating. The glow dissipates between them, making Sylus’ eyes flicker with a tinge of sadness, but when his hand returns to her body and slides down her side, a faint soft glow accompanies the movement. He blinks. “It’s still here,” he mumbles. 

She reaches out, her hands now seeking his body. She lays her palms flat on his chest and the gentle glow blooms again, barely visible through the fabric of his shirt, though the gentle heat that grows and grows slowly as she leaves them there is undeniable. He gasps at the contact, gazing down at himself. “I’m gonna take it off,” he says, hands coming over his head to roughly pull off his shirt. He grips her wrists, bringing her hands up to rest on his now-bare chest again, the light now uninhibited and visible to both of them.

“It’s beautiful,” he says. “You’re doing this… it’s incredible.”

“I’m only able to do it because of you,” she adds on quietly “It’s your Evol that I’m using to create… whatever this is.” 

Gradually they shed their clothes, movie long forgotten. He’s desperate to touch her, to see the gentle light dance across her skin, to revel in the magic she’s creating. His heart pounds with adrenaline and desire as she pulls her shirt off to reveal her body, his hands that come up to cup her breasts leaving searing coins of light across her skin where they touch. Her own hands seek and massage him, growing more and more insistent as her arousal builds. Something about the fact that everywhere she touches is marked with the evidence of their resonance sends something constricting around her heart, making it hard for her to swallow like her throat has closed. 

As she tugs down his sweats and boxers, the glow deepens, turning more orange and red as it flickers like candle light in each spot she puts her fingers. “Your Evol…” she murmurs with wonder. “It’s starting to resemble your Evol more.”

“Is that…bad?” He looks down at the glowing marks on his hips where she’s just held him. For a moment, a flare of panic rises in his chest. His Evol… violent and relentless, a force for killing. He wants nothing more than for it to never touch her, for her to never see it, for her to never know the pain he is capable of causing. Not his beautiful girl. He withdraws his hands from her body as fear overcomes him. “Does it hurt?” “No,” she reassures him, catching his hands before he can fully pull away. “Baby, don’t worry. I’ll tell you if it hurts, okay?” She pulls him closer, spreading her legs and hooking them behind his. 

The heat of her core is a stark contrast to the coolness of the sheets, and the light between them flares up at the contact, a warm glow enveloping them both. “It’s… it’s reacting to this?” “I guess so,” she laughs softly, still mesmerized at the lights that glow in the darkness on his skin like little fireflies where she’s touched. Slowly she grinds her hips against his, needing more contact. Her slick heat coats his length as she slowly rocks her hips up and down against it. His hands tentatively find her waist again, still scared of causing her pain, but when her face shows no sign of anything other than pleasure he grips a little firmer, helping her move up and down. She groans softly as the head pushes through her wet folds again and again, grazing her clit with each soft movement.

His breath comes in ragged gasps now, the light between them intense enough that they're practically glowing in the darkness. He guides himself between her legs with trembling hands. “Should I– do you…” He trails off, his usual silver-tongued eloquence deserting him.

“I want to,” she nods, her legs parting further. “And you’ll tell me if it starts hurting or feeling uncomfortable in any way?” His thumb draws soothing circles against her hip, leaving a glowing red mark, as the other gently hoists one of her legs over his shoulder.

“I’ll tell you,” she murmurs, eyes heady with desire. “But I have a feeling nothing’s going to hurt us.” She gently squeezes his thigh where she can reach, attempting to soothe his worries a little. 

He pushes into her slowly, the light between them pulsing with each inch. The resonance seems to hum with approval, light wrapping around them both like tendrils, similar to how Sylus’ Evol alone reaches and grabs like a red flurry. But this light is softer, tender, encircling them, as if binding them together. She gasps out in pleasure, the sensation and warmth and fullness almost too much to bear as he fills her completely.

He looks down at where they’re joined, seeing the faint light pulsing between them like a heartbeat. Sheathed completely in her, every sensation is somehow amplified by their resonance,  to the point where he swears he can feel her heartbeat through where they connect, his own heart falling easily in time.

“Move baby,” she pleads, her body taut with pleasure. “Please…”

Nodding, he begins to move his hips slowly, as if in fear of disturbing this delicate balance they’ve found. But the resonance seems to encourage him. He picks up his speed gradually, attuned deeply to every movement of her body and expression on her face, searching for signs of discomfort.

 “Oh god,” she moans softly, turning her head into the pillow. It always feels good like this with him, but this time is uniquely special. As she gazes up at him she watches as golden threads of light wrap across his chest and waist, following each curve of his body gently as he makes love to her. “You’re beautiful, Sy…”

His hips stutter at her hushed endearment, drawing a strangled gasp from him as he tries to reestablish his rhythm. Her slick walls constrict around him as he buries his head in her neck, groaning softly as he pumps in and out of her. The golden threads seem to tug them closer with each passing moment. He whispers softly into her ear, his lips finding her neck. “Does it feel good?” 

He’s embarrassed that he needs this reassurance right now, but his body is trembling with fear, scared that somehow his Evol will rear its head and make this much less pleasant. His touches on her sides are delicate, soft, making sure each mark that the resonance leaves on her skin is just a barely-there pinprick of light. 

“It feels amazing,” she says softly, gently running her hands down his back. “Don’t hold back. It’s okay.” 

He bites back his fear, peppering soft wet kisses against her neck and feeling the heat radiate back to him in the red glowing marks that blossom in the wake of his lips. He continues rocking into her, his pace slowly increasing, their panting breaths mingling together as they both near their respective orgasms. The resonance’s intensity grows warmer and deeper, penetrating both of them deep into their chests with the intensity of a knife but the softness of a warm blanket, the feeling enormous and extraordinary between them. “Do you feel that?” He pants between his thrusts, his hands gripping her sides softly. 

“I feel it,” she whispers between ragged moans. “It’s– It’s so–”

The words elude both of them now, and all she can do is cry out his name as her body hits her peak. He feels her inner walls spasming around him, triggering his own release as he comes crashing down over the edge right behind her, letting out a strangled cry as he fills her, ropes of his release coating her insides. Light ricochets out between where their bodies are pressed atop each other, the burst momentarily all either of them can see before it fades, disintegrating away into pinpricks of light like small stars that flicker and float in the still air. 

He wraps his arms around her possessively, holding her close as he tries to catch his breath. “That was… not normal,” he murmurs, a hint of wonder in his voice. The residual resonance tingles between them, crackling across their skin like tiny sparks.

“Far from it.” She laughs. The faint red and golden lights throughout the room twinkle softly before disappearing.

He presses a faint kiss to her forehead as he watches the lights around them fade.The end credits of the movie that was playing have long since rolled, the only light now being the sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds behind them and the faint warm heat of the resonance that has imbued both of their skins with something akin to a bioluminescence, a soft, barely-there glow. He holds her close, as if afraid she’ll disappear. “That was special,” he says quietly, his voice raw as he buries his head in her hair, breathing in slowly, trying to gather himself. “I’ve never… experienced anything like that before.” 

“Me either,” she responds, leaning into his touch, moving so that she’s completely enveloped in him, the feeling of him still inside her only adding to the tenderness of it, the warmth as they both glow together. 

“It means something right? That you were able to resonate with me like that?” “It did,” she says, nodding. She takes one of his hands into hers. “It means we have a connection. And that I trust you.” She squeezes his hand. “That I’m yours.” “...Mine?” His voice is soft, any posturing or false confidence completely gone. “Yours. Fully.” She says firmly. “Though… I don’t think I needed the resonance to happen to know that.”

His grip tightens around her before he catches himself, not wanting to squeeze her too hard. He sighs, resting his chin on top of her head, gently stroking patterns across her back as the rain continues to pour down outside. The glow between them eventually fades into darkness, but the warmth takes its time, bathing them in it for many moments longer. By the time the after-effects of the resonance are completely gone, the both of them are asleep, curled still in each other’s arms. 

[1dcommunityficrecs]

Rec List: Songfics!

Welcome to the first list of the Based On Bonanza! We have nine nifty fics full of love, creativity, and music -- please dive in! In addition to reblogging the fic posts for these, I also have a CRAPTON of fic posts from various past songfic events that I'll also be reblogging alongside these, because there are so many good ones and I truly cannot ever have enough.

As always -- like, comment, kudos, reblog, bookmark, share, and all that jazz.

Just Tell Me the Song and I'll Sing It by myownspark/@myownsparknow (39919, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.

Reccer says: This fic is so beautifully written and really weaves the songs used into having such meaning for the story. Truly one of my favorite fics I've ever read.

write this down by Sunflouwerhabit /@sunflouwerhabit (233196, General, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles) – fic post

“He can’t hear Harry say he’s proud of him when he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see him again after this week. 'I miss you,' Harry murmurs, his breaths warm and equally shaky. 'All the time.' Louis kisses him harder." ~~~ Harry leaves his hometown to find himself. Every road he takes has a single, fated destination. Inspired by Taylor swift’s tis the damn season.

Reccer says: This is the first fic that broke my heart, repeatedly, every chapter. That said, it’s impeccable in its heartbreak.

Halloween by SomeDovesFly/@somedovesfly (59444, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson ) – fic post

Follow Harry and Louis through 6 Halloweens in a sex, drugs, and rock and roll AU in a time before cellphones or internet. Inspired by Halloween by Noah Kahan

Reccer says: This fic really digs in to both the fun and the darkness that is halloween…and growing up and apart.

to wake up by your side is all I wanna do by beardyboyzx/@beardyboyzx (1000, General, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik) – fic post

a series of moments of realization, where Niall looks at Zayn and thinks -- oh.

Reccer says: soft, sweet, simple. I love the little moments sometimes, quiet and unremarkable and yet so full of meaning and love

Carry These Feelings by LadyLondonderry /@londonfoginacup (3000, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Harry he has a bad habit of using Faerie magic to keep his soulmate youthful

Reccer says: I love how much worldbuilding is captured in such a small little story, and the unexpected way in which the song and the lyrics were used

i still wanna dance with you by justanothershadeofblue/@justanothershadeofblue (7000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: Homophobia from several characters, including one incident of physical abuse

Harry has always been unapologetically himself, even when the entire world seems to be trying to change him. Louis wants to be more like him, wants to be brave, wants to love who he is as much as he loves who Harry is.

Reccer says: All the characters feel so whole and human -- they're all flawed, but also have good features, and seeing how those balance (or not) to different people. You can see the way love and acceptance and fear shape the characters in different ways. Louis is braver than he thinks.

Might've Took The Long Way by LiveLaughLoveLarry/@loveislarryislove (21000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Louis and Harry were high school sweethearts, but they broke up after they went away to university. Two years later, when Harry comes back for summer break, Louis is forced to admit that he hasn't moved on. And despite all his doubts and fears that they just can't hack it long term, Harry is pretty fucking sure they can.

Reccer says: I love the conversations Louis has, with Zayn and with Gemma, basically beating a sense of self-worth and belief that good things can happen back into him

sunshine, baby! by staybeautiful/@harruandlou (106500, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

Reccer says: Adorable instant attraction, great descriptions, fun Easter eggs

Like a Sour Diesel, She Burns by larry-hiatus /@emilarry (9620, Explicit, Harry Styles/Zayn Malik) – fic post

Zayn and Harry have a complicated past, but Zayn still goes to see him at the strip club where Harry works.

Reccer says: Colorful descriptions, teasing banter, emotional pining, forbidden love

[xtremerulez]

kissing in cars - vic fuentes x reader

you don’t normally pick people up on the street. but this one…there was something about him. something you remembered, and that you thought you'd lost.

tw: nothing here, maybe a lil mention of bad relationship with parents but thats about it

word count: 505

chapter two

It felt like the world had stopped moving.

He came back?

His eyes flick, as if in desperation, around your face. He spoke your name as if it pained him. 

“Get in the car.” As the words escape you, you realised it was not a request, but a demand. 

—

Vic scratched his neck and looked out the window briefly, shuffling nervously in the passenger seat. Neither of you quite knew where to begin. 

“I can’t believe you came back.” You finally break the silence echoing through the car.

“I can’t believe you’re still here.” Vic laughs softly, waving his hand in a gesture towards the window. 

“Well, I didn’t really have much of a choice!” You snap back. You didn’t mean for it to come off that harsh. 

He pauses and attempts to meet your gaze. “I didn’t mean-“

“It’s fine.” You keep your eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“No, it’s not-“

“There’s nothing to say that you didn’t 10 years ago. It’s okay. Drop it.”

His eyes search your face for any clues of emotion.

”I thought college was gonna work out for you.” He finally comments. “Your mom had it all planned out, she had the fund, I gave you that money-“ 

“And we didn’t need your money, Vic.” You breathe, hoping not to fully let loose on him.

You believe people can change. Plus, his life didn’t and shouldn’t have had to revolve around you. 

“The money couldn’t go to college. We had to pay the bills, we couldn’t afford to keep both ends of the scale balanced. Mom couldn’t handle it. I had to help somehow.” 

Vic seems to be at a loss for words. 

The deafening silence continues for a good few minutes, the occasional traffic light causing you to sigh as you re-enter the town centre.

”Where are you heading?” Your head rotates towards him, and for the first time, you get a good look at his face. He has the same side-swept bangs, the same semi-crooked teeth, and the same eyes that lock into your soul and melt it away.

”Home, I hope.” He whispers.

You chuckle. “And where might that be?” 

He gives you a glare. “You think my parents will really let me crash?” 

“I doubt they’ll want to see you, Vic.” You reply honestly.

The silence prolongs and you briefly ponder the consequences of your next words.

“You can stay at mine.” You keep your hands gripping the wheel and eyes straight ahead, acutely avoiding eye contact.

”You really don’t have to.” He stammers.

“I want to.” You reply almost too quickly. 

Vic glances over at you briefly and smiles softly.

”Thank you.”

You return the gesture and make sure you’re focused on the road.

He coughs lightly and looks shyly back up at you. “I’m just glad to see you again.”

You lock eyes, and you place your hand on his for a few seconds before lifting it slowly back to the wheel, not wanting to lengthen the moment.

”Me too, Vic.”

woah how did chapter two come out so fast...maybe coz its already on ao3...maybe you should sub to my ao3 too...its xtremerulez on there as well...

--cookie (xtremerulez) xo

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ok this is important for fanfic purposes does anyone know any songs about always coming back to something/somewhere? I can’t think of any sigh

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It’s You | Thiam songfic One shot pretty please

Thank you! I really need to finish this lmao. Sorry, it took a while; I’ve been quite busy lately. I'm still editing this, so bear with me, lol

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As he sat there, the music was soothing; rather than sitting in complete silence, even if Theo wasn’t actively listening to it, it tamed the loud thoughts that were swirling around. The first night Theo decided to park his truck there, he barely lasted an hour before he fell asleep. The next morning, he was surprised when he woke up to find that he had managed to get a full night's sleep for once. Either it was pure luck that they never patrolled the preserve, or something was working in his favor - he didn’t want to say 'God' because he doesn’t believe in one. But he felt like he had to thank someone for keeping the woods empty at night.

Little did Theo know that someone to thank was Liam. He had gone out for a run on that same night when he couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t until he got close to the cliff that he picked up the familiar scent of Theo’s truck. Liam was going to approach, but when he trained his hearing, he realized Theo was sleeping peacefully for the first time in a while. He knew Theo had nightmares about his sister, but he never said anything because he waited for Theo to say something first.

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