What do you do when you’re facing a rough patch with writing -when things just aren’t flowing? Is there a special trick you have or a habit that helps snaps you out it? Just curious. Also, what is your favorite thing about writing Harry? Ginny? :) 💕
OHHH @velvethopewrites such a cool questions! I love it!!! This is gonna turn into an essay, so I hope you don’t mind :)
When I’m struggling with writing I have a few methods to fight the writers block. Sometimes I just need to read someone else amazing work so I’ll go on a hinny binge. I’ll re-read stories I’ve read before and find new ones that I fall in love with. By reading it get’s my own creative juices flowing, because it will make me think of things I want to read about. That’s how Covert Love came about. I’d read quite a few stories where Harry was set to protect Ginny, but I wanted one where Ginny didn’t know he was there to save her. So I started plotting out what I wanted. That’s also what made me start on Doom Days I wanted an apocalyptic world where Ginny and Harry fight the odds and find love.
If that doesn’t do it for me I’ll start listening to music with headphones on. Music is a huge inspiration for me and certain lyrics hit just perfectly to make me think of an idea. That’s how many of my fics have come about for me. Afterglow and Bad Reputation for examples.
Or there is always prompts. If I can’t work on any of my own ideas I’ll look up some prompts (from Tumblr or just randomly). Prompts are little triggers that just get it all started. With that baseline it makes the cogs slowly but surely run. Classified and At Least for Tonight are both prompts from different people, and both fics started a train of writing for me.
Now why do I love writing Harry... There are so many things, but something I’ve always seen in Harry is that he’s a bit awkward. He’s amazing at so many things but he’s a bit awkward with people. He doesn’t always seem to understand what’s happening with the crowds around him or even within himself and that’s something I relate to and love trying to put into words. Also Harry is quick on his feet, he’s always good for a quick comeback. “No need to call me sir, professor”. I love trying to come up with those deadpan lines
Ginny... God In Ginny I see so much. She’s clever, cheeky, hilarious, loyal, but also guarded with closeted shyness. I’ve always seen her with a bit of her own awkwardness because what she puts out to the public is a front isn’t the true her. The Ginny Weasley of the papers is different than the real Ginny and I love exploring the concept that with certain people (Harry, Luna, Neville) she can stop hiding things. But also with all of that she was shown to have a twisted sense of humor and I love writing those quick lines. She doesn’t care what others think of her because she has that façade so she’s willing to say what others won’t.
Hinny is my favorite couple because they complete each other. They see those traits I mentioned and fall in love with them, even though others might call them red flags. Not to mention the sassy banter that comes out between them.
Thank you @velvethopewrites for asking me all of that! I’d love to see if others feel the same as me or why they love writing/reading Harry and Ginny
Harry thinks Y/n tastes like strawberries and Y/n thinks Harry is a pretty boy.
Summary: In which Harry keeps seeing Y/n, and can’t get her off his mind. And, it turns out Y/n has been thinking about Harry too.
Warnings: Smut, smut, oh and more smut
Word Count: 2.7k
A/n: I’m attempting to write a little something for every song on Fine Line, and well this is for Adore You. As always, kind critiques and criticism is appreciated! Much love xx.
The first time he saw her, he swore he had seen an angel that had fallen straight from the skies. And truly, it wasn’t Harry’s fault he couldn’t keep his wandering eyes off of her, she was enchanting. He licked his lips and wondered what her lips tasted like. Probably strawberries, he had decided. She looked sweet, and soft. Her skin seemed to glow under the lowlights of the restaurant, and he decided then she was one of the most gorgeous women he’d seen around this part of town.
He didn’t mean to stare for so long, just wanted to take in every part of her as he sipped his drink, that had turned lukewarm nearly half an hour ago. Had he really let a woman keep him watching for that long, it seemed he certainly had, but he was in no mood to complain. He’d watch her for the rest of the night if he didn’t have a foot of paperwork waiting for him on his desk back at the office.
But really, how could he complain about the way her dress kept riding up, everytime she sat back down at the table, showing a small part of her gorgeous legs to him. Or how every time she’d throw her head back laughing, at what he presumed to be a joke told by one of the men she had come here with, he could see straight down into her dress. He really didn’t mean to be a perv, truly, he was simply admiring, and that was no crime.
A breath was caught his throat when her eyes, for the first time that night, met his. She gave him a knowing look, she had felt his gaze on her for most of the night. And it wasn’t that Y/n was a cocky woman, but she knew she was attractive and obviously the watching man thought so too. Besides, she had gotten tired of the jokes being told by John, or maybe it was Josh, she honestly couldn’t remember, an hour ago. She was insanely bored, and there was absolutely no reason to sit there and be bored any longer, especially with the handsome stranger eyeballing her the way he was.
She excused herself from the table, telling John (or Josh) that she had better “get home,” something about being tired, but she wasn’t tired of anything except her date. Her long tan legs carried her straight to the bar where the mystery man sat.
“So is it like you to stare at women all night and not talk to ‘em,” her words had a certain kind of sass to them, and Harry decided then that he was fucked. He tried not to watch the way her red lips moved as she spoke, but it was obvious that didn’t go as planned when his pants got a little too tight for his liking.
Harry really hadn’t expected the beautiful woman to talk to him, hell he didn’t even think she’d noticed his gaze throughout the night. “Cat got your tongue, pretty boy,” he could practically hear the smirk in her voice, “asked you a question, didn’t I?” For the second time that night Harry knew he was completely, utterly, fucked.
Choosing not to let her think her words had any effect on him he quipped back, “‘S not everyday I get to see an angel in person.” He chewed on the inside of his lip softly, a nervous tick he had since he was no older than ten. He could hear her laugh, a real laugh, not a phony one she’d been using all night to please one man's ego. It made his heart skip a beat, something that didn’t happen very often.
“Well pretty boy, next time talk to me more,” with that she left Harry with a napkin with ‘Y/n’ and her number scribbled in messy cursive.
Harry had made a mental note to text the woman he now knew as Y/n.
The second time Harry saw her, he was shopping in one of the farmers markets downtown, looking for some fresh produce to bring back to his mom. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and her face was free of makeup, but god she still managed to look absolutely stunning.
Harry snuck glances at her as much as he could while inspecting the large oranges and lemons in one of the stands. His mother would like some lemons, always mentioning about baking a pie or something like that. He also knew she enjoyed fresh squeezed orange juice every morning with her breakfast. He got lost in his head a bit thinking about what all to get his sweet mother. However, he was caught off guard when he felt a small tap at his shoulders.
He heard a quiet hum when he turned his head, “Ah pretty boy, thought that was you, never gave me a call,” she snickered softly but he could’ve sworn he saw a little flash of hurt in her eyes, “it’s a shame really, was hoping to be able to call you somethin’ other than pretty boy the next time we met.”
How was he supposed to admit he got too riled up at the bar, watching the way her red lips moved, and had to rush home to tug one out, before he exploded in his pants sitting on that bar stool. Which unfortunately led to him completely forgetting about the napkin shoved in the pocket of his dress pants. Or how when he went to look for the folded paper he had already washed the pants and all traces of the beautiful girls number was gone.
“I accidentally washed my pants the next mornin’ forgot your number was in ‘em, been hopin’ I’d seen you around in town, ‘n well ‘ere we are,” he let out a nervous chuckle and waited for her to say something, anything. He didn’t mean to leave her wondering if he’d ever give her a call, but he knew she’d probably felt a little let down when he didn’t.
She nodded her head suspiciously, and although she didn’t know the man standing in front of her, she felt as though he wouldn’t lie about something as silly as losing her number. Maybe it was because of his kind eyes, or maybe because he was entirely way too good looking to not give a second chance to.
Harry nearly choked on his own spit when she grabbed his unlocked phone out of his hand, he had been texting his mum asking her what kind of apples she liked, and went straight to his contacts. He watched her delicate hands type in her name, Y/n, and a little red heart beside it. “Won’t have an excuse now…” she looked at him, “Harry, m’ names “arry” he said quickly. “Harry. A pretty name for a pretty boy. Well I ought to run, text me… pretty boy,” and with a wink she was off.
Harry did text her that night, actually as soon as he had left his mother’s house. He didn’t mean to seem too desperate, but she was so memorizing and he’d be damned if he messed this opportunity up.
‘Hi, this is Harry’
‘Pretty boy decided to finally text me, what a relief ;)’
Harry tried to keep the smirk from forming on his lips, but Y/n was sassy and he couldn’t help it. Harry and Y/n texted every day for the next two weeks and he when he started to think he had her figured out, she’d throw him for a loop. She was a dance instructor at a studio down the road from his apartments, and taught the children everyday after she got off work. During the day she was a secretary for the local highschool. She lived alone, actually in an apartment complex about a block away from Harry’s, with her two cats Asher and Benji. Harry liked cats, and Harry really liked Y/n.
The third time Harry saw her was in a small bistro on the outskirts of town, he had asked Y/n on a date, and luckily she had agreed. She managed to take his breath away and cause the butterflies in his stomach to awake every time he laid eyes on her. Her hair was braided down her back and her makeup looked beautiful, it wasn’t quite as heavy as the night when he first met her but she managed to look just as stunning.
He had ordered wine for the two of them to sip on throughout the night, and they had managed to drink nearly an entire bottle, but he couldn’t be happier. She had worn a low cut dress and he couldn’t help but take glances every now and again down at the tops of her breast. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him the courage to say what was on his mind, or maybe he had decided that he really, really, wanted to see Y/n without being covered by so much clothing. “Come back to mine,” his words practically laced with want.
Y/n had decided the moment she walked in, and saw Harry looking as mouth watering as ever, that she would have her way with him. However, she wasn’t expecting him to be so brash about it, but to be fair she kind of liked how assertive he was about the entire situation. That and she couldn’t ignore the dull ache between her legs much longer. She’d gotten tired of watching Harry’s tongue swipe over the bottom of his lip, and wanted him to kiss her until her mouth was raw and sore.
It didn’t take long for Harry to ask for the check, pay, and lead Y/n to her car. “Jus’ follow me pet, ‘s not very far from here,” his words were connecting together a bit, but Y/n could hear him loud and clear. Harry walked back to his car and took off, Y/n following not far behind him.
Within a matter of minutes, the pair had somehow made it into Harry’s apartment and into his room, which was a shock considering they could hardly keep their hands from grabbing at one another’s clothes. Harry pressed his lips firmly to hers, kissing her with all he had, smirking when she let out a soft moan. He was sure he’d be gone for if she kept making noises that sounded that sweet.
She fisted at his shirt, wanting nothing more to run her needy hands all over his toned body, and it wasn’t long before the two of them had stripped down to nothing but their underwear. Harry watched as Y/n sunk down to her knees, but he gently pulled her back up on her feet. “Maybe, another time pet, not tonight, jus’ wanna feel ya.”
Don’t get him wrong he would’ve loved to see her mouth stuffed with his throbbing prick but at the rate they were going, he was sure he’d let go before even getting to feel her, and that was not a risk he was willing to take. He wasted no time peeling the little bit of clothing left on her body off, and stared in amazement.
Believe him, he had pictured her naked before, leaning against his bathroom countertop letting his hand bring him closer to the edge, after receiving a more revealing picture from her. But, nothing, not even a picture where he could see her budding nipples straight through her t-shirt, could’ve prepared him for the way Y/n looked completely undressed beneath him.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned at the sight of her. He let his hands wonder trying to feel every part of her all at once, he never wanted this to end, but the way he could feel his dick twitch in between his legs, let him know this would be ending far sooner than he’d ever want it to.
Y/n had every intention of fucking Harry until they both saw stars, she wanted to make him feel things he had never felt before, she was going to give him a wild ride. Literally. “Oh trust me, I will.”
Harry shuffled to his nightstand and reached for a condom, when he finally found it he slipped over his, very sensitive, head and onto himself. Making his way back over to the sprawled out girl laid out on his silk sheets he let out the breath he had been holding in for what seemed like forever. He could see the glint of her arousal in the soft moonlight, he could feel his mouth water.
Harry knew he wouldn’t last long, but by the looks of it, Y/n wouldn’t last very long either. And, as much as he was dying to just push right into her and hear her chant his name, she looked entirely too pretty to not have a little taste.
He let his tongue slip past her wet folds, he couldn’t help but let out a whimper of his own, she tasted like strawberries. “Fuck, pet taste s’ good, think I migh’ cum jus’ eating your pretty little pussy.” He could hear her breathy moans above him, and was hyper-aware of the way her fingers tugged on his curly locks. “‘arry please baby… jus’ fuck me” she moaned softly as he continued to lap at her clit.
He smirked against her and finally looked her in the eyes for the first time since putting his head between her thighs, “Wha’ is my pretty girl jus’ begging for me to fuck her, how sweet” he pulled himself up and laid his hands on either side of her face, “guess I can’t tell ‘er no then, can I?”
He watched, with a grin plastered on his face, as Y/n shook her head. Harry felt as though someone had stolen the air straight from his lungs as he slipped himself in between her soaked lips, she felt amazing. ‘F-Fuck petal, you’re so tight,” he gasped and tried to stay as still as possible after pushing all the way in, filling Y/n up to the brim. He held her hips in place trying his best to keep her staying still, he was sure if she moved on him he would be done.
After breathing and letting himself calm down from the feeling of her tight walls clenching around his hard member, he began to rock his hips softly. He tried to make it gentle until he heard, “Faster, please, ‘arry please,” fall from Y/n swollen lips.
With the permission to move faster, Harry began moving his hips faster against her. All that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping, the moans from Y/n and the groans from him. “‘M gonna cum button, gonna cum, you think you could fo’ me?” Harry’s request was all Y/n needed to release around his cock. Her mind racing and her eyes practically seeing stars.
The feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, was all Harry needed to thrust a few more times inside her, and fill the latex covering him. The pants of Y/n brought him back to reality, and he kissed her lips softly. He could her her wince slightly as he pulled himself out of her. “‘M sorry, I know you’re still sensitive down there, but I can’t stay inside ya all night, even though I’d love too,” he winked at her getting a small giggle in return.
Y/n watched Harry pull the, now filled, condom off and clean himself off. Even though she had just felt him in between her thighs she couldn’t help but want him again. Harry eyed her knowingly, “Wha’ cha’ looking at, pet,” he tried to hide the smirk trying to make its way on his face.
“Uh, n-nothin’” she tried to lie, her voice failing her. Harry spread her legs gently with his hands and looked at her, already wet again, center, he smacked his tongue at her, “No need to lie baby, if ya’ wan’ me to fuck ya again jus’ ask.”
That’s when Y/n knew she was in for a long night, and when she decided she adored Harry.
