and smiles obviously

Just wanted to draw my three favs showing their pride :D this is supposed to be like a photo (which Eren treasures because it’s the only one he has where Levi’s smiling c:)

Drarry AU

My brain keeps returning to this idea – what if, in POA (movie universe), Harry never realizes that the crane Malfoy sent him was a note (because I mean, who would)?  Like he just stares at it, confused, then goes “okay” sets it down on his desk and goes back to ignoring Snape

I mean, Draco would be furious because how dare you not appreciate my bullying Potter and the next class they have together, he grabs another piece of paper, writes something along the lines of “You suck Potter”, folds another crane and blows it over – only for it to be left sitting on Harry’s desk again after the lesson, and Harry didn’t even look inside, he didn’t do anything with this damn crane, and Draco is absolutely seething from this lack of attention

So he does it again.  And again.  And again.  

First it’s insults (because of course he hates Potter, they’re archenemies, never mind the actual murderer stalking Harry at this very moment) – “I hope you die Potter” “I wish I met Sirius Black I’d help him” “Your glasses are appalling why do you still have the same ones from first year your prescription can’t possibly be the same you moron” “Eat a bag of dicks Potter” – but a month goes by and he’s running out of things to say and Potter never reads the notes anyway so Draco just starts ranting about everything else he finds annoying

Soon the cranes are just a way of venting – talk about your day, fold a beautiful crane, send it to the person you definitely hate the most.  He still tries to snark and generally antagonize every time he sees Potter, because it’s practically my duty to take the Golden Boy down a peg, Goyle – but he can’t do it the same way anymore, so he takes a step back – in everything except the cranes.  

Every day, every class, and sometimes at breakfast, a crane will land next to Harry Potter’s elbow.  Without fail.  Harry will pick it up, stare at it, and set it back down.  Or maybe slip it into his bag, and Draco’s stomach flips the first time he does that.  

It’s almost like they’re friends.  By now, Draco’s told him things he never even voiced to his friends – that he’s actually terrified of the Dementors, that he keeps feeling like he’s not good enough, because no matter what he tries, there’s always somebody better than him at it – that he still can’t understand why Harry didn’t want to be his friend that time on the train, seriously Potter what did I do?  you didn’t even know me! – and Potter didn’t crumple any of the cranes, so maybe he doesn’t hate him so much anymore?..  Draco knows Potter never reads these notes, but he likes to pretend that Harry knows all these things about him.  And maybe even cares a little.  

It’s stupid, and he really shouldn’t be putting any of such personal details in writing (honestly Lucius would be so disappointed, these cranes are perfect blackmail material and what the hell are you thinking Draco yells Draco’s inner voice) – but he can’t stop.  It’s become a habit, and Potter stared at him for fifteen minutes at lunch today, so he can’t stop.  Draco keeps talking, and making Harry little doodles, and trying not to smile too obviously when another crane ends up in Harry’s pocket.

And meanwhile, Harry’s going nuts.  He just doesn’t understand what Malfoy wants from him, or why he doesn’t run into him so often anymore – and the cranes really seem to be just paper (Ron why does Malfoy know origami is this a general wizard thing or is it just him), and they’re delicate and elegant, and he feels bad about destroying them – so he just leaves them.  

Until, of course, he absentmindedly shoves one in his bag one day – and finds it that evening.  Sighs and sets it on his bedside table, because what else can he do?..  Even if he throws it out, he’ll just get a new one tomorrow.  Or three.  

He’s confused, because Malfoy isn’t even so loud or dramatic anymore, it’s almost as if he’s trying not to attract attention – beyond the cranes – but Harry’s eyes are glued to him anyway.  He knows that Malfoy has to be up to something, because of course he is – but he just can’t tell what, there’s no way to know, and holy shit Ron he just smiled at me what the hell is he planning – and all this time, the pile of cranes on his bedside table keeps growing

He doesn’t lie awake at night, thinking of Malfoy’s smile.  He doesn’t.  Really.  

The next day, when he gets his morning crane, he flashes Malfoy a brilliant smile, and laughs at his stunned expression like ha, two can play at this game!  Gotcha now!  and he’s still thinking that Malfoy’s messing with his mind – except he can’t help but think that it would be nice if Draco was really like that.  If he really just sent the cranes over to brighten Harry’s day.  If there wasn’t something else behind this, because he’s starting to like it.  

All this goes on until Hermione barges into their dormitory again, in the ungodly hours of the morning, like she usually does – and stops dead, staring at the pile of cranes, Ron may have been complaining but she never imagined the true extent of this new, yet age-old obsession.  And of course, Harry tries to protest, that it’s all for science, Hermione, I have to find out what he’s up to and this is the only source of information – but the excuses run dry when she quizzes him a bit and finds out that none of the cranes are cursed, or charmed to yell insults, or anything, really 

So she’s like “well have you tried to unfold one” and no he didn’t, who the heck writes notes inside a crane anyway, isn’t it an artwork??  But hey, that’s an idea, and that night the trio gets together, sitting on Harry’s bed with the crane he just got in Charms, bated breath and all, waiting for it to unleash something nasty (Harry finds himself really really hoping it won’t) 

All kinds of security measures done, and they unfold it 

Hermione’s like “oh.  Oohh,” and Ron’s eyebrows fly away to roam the world

Because inside

there’s a shitty little drawing of Harry and Draco holding hands, with little hearts all around 

If you, guys, question my idea choices, you’re not the only ones.

I just think, I’ll never get tired of picturing them happily indulging in simple joys of life. (◡‿◡✿)

This was hugely inspired by @tracionn‘s warm autumn day Merthur manip.

BTS replaced you. - pt.3

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.END]

Originally posted by hobixing

“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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Small things that make me happy

Ok yes this image is a little creepy, I admit. However what it represents to me is really important, so I thought I would share. (Warning: unnecessarily long story below)

So I was born without either of my top two (adult) lateral incisors (The second to front). When my baby lateral incisors fell out the adult canine teeth came through there instead, and so I ended up with four canine teeth. We didn’t discover this until I went to get braces, at which point the orthodontist determined they would have to remove the baby canines, and move the adult canines to their proper place before they could put in some form of fake teeth in the gaps. This made the process of having braces more painful than in a more typical situation, but it also left me with gaps in my teeth while I waited for the teeth to slowly move to their proper positions. You can imagine how awkward that must have looked, and how upsetting that would’ve been for me and my self-confidence. When the gaps were finally big enough they attached some fake teeth to the brackets, and they were good although of course I was still in braces so it didn’t resolve my insecurity entirely. When the braces came off they couldn’t stay, so they gave me a clear retainer with teeth painted in, which was far more effective than it sounds. The problem with that was that I had to take them out whenever I ate, and unsurprisingly taking a retainer out of your mouth at a time when everyone is gathered to eat isn’t a great way to avoid people noticing you are missing teeth. Luckily they soon gave me an a custom denture that I’ve worn since, and it looks fantastic, indistinguishable from the real things unless you’re deliberately looking. Even still I’m not entirely free from my teeth related insecurities. I mean who wants to have dentures before 60 let alone before 20! The adhesive box I use is covered in pictures of smiling elderly folk, how does that make me feel? No one my age has false teeth.

Imagine me seeing this in one of my favourite shows then. Once I got over the initial weirdness, I realised that this is something I hadn’t seen before. You see all sorts of people represented in television these days, they’ve done a great job of including representatives for all sorts of people with different abilities and disabilities alike. But a teenager with fake teeth? Seeing this kind of helped in a weird way, like I know it was for a visual gag, but to see someone else with a problem like mine? In some ways it made me feel validated.

I know that minor dental issues are quite trivial compared to serious disabilities, but for those affected it can forge some really strong insecurities. As such to see Melissa (a character I already really liked) reveal this to her friends, it kind of felt like I wasn’t alone. I know these are fictional characters, and they aren’t quite the same age as me (much closer than 60 though!) so it’s a bit odd, but it just made me smile I guess.

Sorry for the long post I just thought I’d share something that made me feel good a while back :) It’s always important to look on the brighter side of life.

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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How to Flirt: Embarrassed Boy Edition

Summary: As soon as the first ever Cold Stone Creamery opens up in London, Phil knew he had to go. However, it wasn’t the ice cream that made him keep coming back, but rather the cute employee who looks dead in the eyes whenever he has to sing the tip jar songs.
Word Count: 4,405
Warnings: Food mentions, cussing
A/N: thanks so much to @greynihilism for prompting me this!!! I honestly love this SO MUCH. And of course thanks to @snowbunnylester for listening to me shout and for telling me to match our titles bc we are disgusting soulmates. I didn’t edit this but i’m too excited about it so idgaf! Hope you like it! 

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When a new Cold Stone Creamery opened up in London, it was the biggest thing since sliced bread. Literally everyone had to try some, to get some for themselves, that way they could boast to their friends and family how they got to try it.

Phil was guilty of this. He was a slut for only two things, and those were ice cream and new shops. So when he heard a new ice cream shop was opening up? Phil pretty much shit himself. He gathered all of his friends, sat them down, and explained the situation to them. He didn’t want to say he forced them to come with him, because he didn’t. He just calmly insisted that they come with him and didn’t let them leave the room until they agreed. No biggie.

That’s how he found himself inside of Cold Stone with Kiley, Charles, and Michael. Phil was the only one who was so excited that he couldn’t stop bouncing on the balls of his feet. His friends were chattering beside him, waiting patiently for the line to go down so they could finally order, but Phil was having trouble being patient. He wanted his ice cream and he wanted it now. There were still five people in front of him and he wanted to push them all out of the way so he could order his own ice cream and press his face to the counter glass like an annoying child.

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Paid Relationship Study

I’m obsessed with the fake relationship trope and I saw this post and got inspired

“Have you gone insane, Potter?” Draco told his roommate, who was holding up a flyer excitedly in front of him. Written across the top in bold, capital letter said “PAID RESEARCH OPPORTUNITY” and just under than “Romantic Couples Study”.

“What? We’re both over eighteen, we both live together, and we get paid six thousand pounds! That’s three thousand pounds each!” Harry replied, reading off the criteria from the paper.

Draco snatched it from his hand and examined it. “Potter, we are not in a committed, monogamous romantic relationship, nor have we been dating for six months!”

“Yes, but six thousand pounds! You and I both know we need the money. It’s only a two week study, so we just have to pretend to be a couple until it’s over.” He explained. Draco crossed his arms, looking conflicted. It was bad enough that he had to share a house with the guy he fancied, but pretending to be in a relationship with him? Could he go back to being just his friend after this was over? “Come on, Draco.”

The words softened him. Of course he’d do anything for Harry bloody Potter when he was looking at him like that. “Fine.” He gave in, handing the flyer back to Harry. “But you’ll owe me, Potter.” Pointing a finger at him accusingly, Draco walked out of the room.

“More than giving you half of the money?” Harry shouted after him.

“You better buy me a present with your half!” He shouted back, hearing Harry chuckle.

The day finally came when Harry and Draco had to go down to the clinic to start the study. Before they walked out the door, Harry stopped them. “Wait, shouldn’t we have like a story? Like how long we’ve been dating or how we got together?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Draco said, trying to sound casual.

“Okay, umm, let’s say we’ve dated for two years?” He walked out the door towards the car. “Now who asked out who?”

“You asked me out.”

“Do we love each other.” Draco wondered how Harry could say that so casually, even if it was for a fake relationship.

He blushed. “I think most couples who move in together love each other.”

They arrived at the clinic, driving in silence all the way there. Harry clasped his hand as they waited to be called in. It was agony. Draco prayed that his hands weren’t sweating. The doctor called them in, Harry not letting go of his hand, and sat in his office.

“Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. You’ve been dating for how long?”

“Two years.” They said in unison.

He annotated on his chart. “And you live together?”

“Yes.” They said again in unison.

“And how old are you?”

“We are both twenty three.” Harry answered. The doctor scribbled away. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what does this study entail? The ad was a little vague.”

“Well, what we are trying to see here is how being in a loving relationship affects overall health. So we’ll be testing blood pressure, brain waves, cholesterol, and mental health as well.”

“Brain waves?” Harry asked.

“Yes, we can learn a lot from how the brain reacts to certain stimulants. For example, on day seven we’ll monitor your brainwaves while you’re holding hands, talking, and kissing.” Draco tried his best to look calm and collected. Merlin, they had to kiss? He had never thought about that before.

“Okay, for the first week of the study I want you to sleep in different beds and record the hours of sleep you got and how you slept. Then you can continue to sleep in the same bed for the second week.” He handed them each a chart. “That’ll be all for today. I will see you both tomorrow.”

The days passed. None of it was too intimate, except day four when they had to stare into each other’s eyes while the doctor checked to see how much their pupils dilated before and after. Then the dreaded day seven came along. Draco spent a long time in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and freshening his breath. It’s not a big deal. He told himself. It means nothing. You’re just friends. You’ll always be just friends.

Sadly, he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. “Ready to go?” Harry asked, not seeming even the tiniest bit nervous.

“Yeah.” He lied. “Can you drive today? I’m not feeling so well.”

“Sure. Is it contagious? Because I don’t want to get sick after kissing you.”

Draco felt his face heat up. “It’s just a headache.”

The drive to the clinic was more tense than the other days, at least that’s how Draco felt. Harry, however, seemed to not be bothered by the fact that they’d be kissing at all. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel along to the radio.

“I’m just going to get a read of your brainwaves while you’re facing away from each other first, if you don’t mind.” The doctor told them. They turned in their seats for a while. “Okay, can you face each other and keep eye contact?” They did as they were told. “Now hold hands.” Harry moved forward first, grabbing Draco’s hands, and rubbing circles into his skin with his thumb. “Mr. Potter, can you kiss Mr. Malfoy on the cheek?” Harry leant forward and pecked him on the cheek. The doctor asked Draco to do the same. He hesitated for a moment before pressing his lips to Harry’s cheek.

“Now on the lips.” To Draco’s surprise, Harry leaned in with no hesitation and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “You’re going to have to hold the kiss for a little longer, boys.” Harry leaned in again, with a little hesitation this time around, and kissed him. Draco felt his hand rest on his neck. The action made him shiver. It was just like Draco imagined it would be. Harry’s soft lips pressed against his. His gentle touch lingering on his neck. But it’s not real. Said the voice in his head which made him pull back. They stared at each other for a moment after until the doctor spoke up.

“Thank you for coming in today. That’s the end of the first week, so you can go back to sleeping in the same bed. Here are the sleeping charts again. I’ll see you boys tomorrow.”

The ride back home was definitely more tense than the ride to the clinic. This time Draco could sense that Harry was just as anxious as he was. After what felt like hours, they arrived back home. The silence was so heavy at that point that Draco felt like he would suffocate.

“So,” Harry finally spoke as they entered their flat. “Do you wanna order take out?” He asked awkwardly. Draco nodded. “Chinese?” He nodded again. “Are you gonna talk to me tonight?” Harry asked, chuckling awkwardly.

“Probably not.” He smiled nervously and stuck his hands in his back pocket.

“You know, it’s not that big a deal. It’s just a kiss.”

“I know.”

“So, why are we being all nervous around each other?”

“I don’t know.” He lied. “Let’s just order some food, yeah?” He said, patting Harry on the back and walking past him into the kitchen.

Soon the study was over and both boys have gotten their money. There was a very weird and awkward air around them afterwards. Draco found that he missed the feel of Harry’s hand in his. He wanted to kiss him again. He really wanted to kiss him again.

“So, what are you going to do with your half of the money?” Harry asked him.

Draco shrugged. “I don’t know. What about you?”

“Well, I’m using some of it to buy you a present obviously.”

Draco smiled a bit. “What?”

“Remember when I first asked you to do this and you said you would if I bought you a present?”

“Oh yeah.”  Draco chuckled.

“I miss this.” Harry said. “Us just talking normally.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t know why it got so weird.”

“Beats me.” Draco said, looking down at his hands.

There was silence before Harry spoke up again. “Though it was fun pretending to date. I think we’d make a good couple.” Draco hummed in response, still not looking at Harry. “You’re very good at the hand holding thing.” The blonde murmured a thank you. Harry moved a bit closer to him. “So,” He took a breath. “Since we were so good at the fake dating thing… maybe we could try the real dating thing?”

Draco’s head shot up, eyes wide. “Really?” Harry nodded. Draco cleared his throat and tentatively held his hand. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” He said, smiling lightly at the green eyed boy. “You know, you were pretty good at the hand holding thing too… and you weren’t bad at that kissing thing either.” Harry laughed and leant forward to press their lips together. It felt one hundred times better than when they kissed before. There was still that same softness and slowness, but there was one factor that made it way better than the first time.

It was real.

Chef the whale shark loves to cook and specialises in seafood. Chef is a little clumsy with the knife, but with every dish she gets a little better.

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Bygones of the Sun | 03 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 7.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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anonymous asked:

Hey what video is that gif from (bottom right corner) of the recent christen summary you posted when she's staring longingly at tobin?

ANOTHER GREAT MOMENT (and sorry for getting emotional because this was the first thing I ever posted on sugarfile almost exactly 1 year ago 😭😭😭iloveyouguys)

but anyways it’s from the gals first victory tour game against costa rica, during half time christen totally zones out while watching tobs [#daydreaming about the bae]:

can we just agree that Christen giving Tobin lowkey heart eyes is like the most disgustingly adorable thing to ever exist like….


Hot Blooded (M)

Originally posted by eatjin

Summary: As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

A/N: A continuation of sorts to Blue Blooded, as I was highly amused by Seokjin’s frustration with dresses as well as the revelation that the man has the strength to literally pick up Taehyung and toss him around (courtesy of an ISAC fancam).

Blue Blooded

As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status, the styling of your attire always a topic on the lips of the ladies that attend parties at the palace, and sometimes even some men. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

“Jin!” You chastise him when you hear the ripping of fabric as a part of your bodice tears, letting your dress loosen enough so that he can slip the garment completely off your body.

“Sorry,” he mutters against the skin of your neck, starting to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sigh, not really sure how sorry he actually is, considering this is the third time this week this has happened.

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