bloody-idiot

Can you imagine how different (and better) Teen Wolf would have been if it had been Derek’s story? 

Just imagine that Teen Wolf was a series about Derek, starting from when he’s a young teenager trying to deal with his powers, wanting to learn the way his mother and Laura did but eventually having to rely on Peter’s manipulative teachings to twist his emotions. Imagine getting the full story of him falling in love with Paige and then losing her.

Originally posted by thealphaofmultifandoms

Imagine the story of him living every day in fear of hunters, constantly watching his back because everyone knows who the Hales are, but he knows no-one.

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

Imagine the full story of Kate abusing him - no brushing over it, but giving the abuse the attention it needs and showing people its not okay, not sexualising it by having Tyler stripped bare and chained up but showing that he was sixteen or seventeen years old when Kate started abusing him.

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Imagine getting the full story of the Hale house fire and all the emotions that come from it. Imagine Derek feeling so alone, knowing that he only has a comatose uncle and Laura left. Imagine seeing Derek’s reaction when he finds out that Laura was torn in two by his uncle.

Originally posted by foreskinz

Imagine him spending years on the run and hiding away int he ruins of his old family home as he tries to hold onto the memories of his family while fearing that every firework or poacher’s rifle could be a hunter coming after him.

Originally posted by stilessderek

Imagine getting his side of the story when it comes to Scott being a bloody idiot: ignoring his advice and dating an Argent.

Imagine seeing his perspective as he falls for Stiles and finally reaches a point where he feels comfortable and safe enough that he can open up to someone and let himself love again.

Originally posted by tweenw

Originally posted by alina-horanx3

Imagine everything that could have been and cry.

Prompts List

I’ve made a prompts list! (Some are not mine and I give credit to those who made them.) Send an ask with the number(s) and the character/ship you want! (For short drabbles/blurbs) x

1. “Please don’t leave me.”
2. “Are you kidding me right now?!”
3. “I’m going to kill you!”
4. “You did all of this for me?”
5. “I made my baby cry!”
6. “I’m in love with you.”
7. “Can I kiss you?”
8. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
9. “Will you be quiet?!”
10. “You are a bloody idiot, you know that?”
11. “You love me.”
12. “He’s dead.”
13. “I hate you so much I love you.”
14. “Just leave me alone!”
15. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
16. "Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”
17. "Please.”
18. "Cuddle me.”
19. "Give me that back!”
20. "I’m pregnant.”
21. "Are you scared?”
22. "What are you doing?”
23. "If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
24. "Are you drunk?”
25. "Shut up and kiss me.”
26. "Help me I’m stuck.”
27. "What am I going to do with you?”
28. "Stop distracting me!”
29. "You said my name in your sleep.”
30. "Yes.”
31. "Are you jealous?”
32. "Trust me.”
33. "Bite me.” “If you insist.”
34. "I made a mistake.”
35. "It’s been a while.” “Too long.”
36. "I don’t love you anymore!”
37. "You’re lying.”
38. "I’m going to regret this.”
39. "Do that again.”
40. "I’m running away.”
41. "I need your help.”
42. "If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.”
43. "Well this is a surprise.”
44. "Am I dreaming?”
45. "Make me.”
46. "If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.”
47. "Why? Just… why?”
48. "Stop it.”
49. "We’re just friends.”
50. "Did you just flick me?”
51. "Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
52. "I got you a present.”
53. "Sit in my lap.”
54. "I think I forgot how to breathe.”
55. "Woah.”
56. "What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”
57. "You don’t understand, you never do!”
58. "You look cute with a baby bump!”
59. "It’s all your fault!”
60. "Well that’s just great.”
61. "Are you even listening?”
62. "I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.”
63. "I thought you loved her.”
64. "Time changes people.”
65. "You, my friend, are a complete and utter tosser.”
66. "You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!”
67. "Don’t you just love it!”
68. "It bit me!”
69. "You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.”
70. "Did you buy me… lingerie?”
71. "Oh yeah, because you’d be so good at this!”
72. "I’m sorry.”
73. "That night never happened!”
74. "You should marry me.”
75. "Aren’t you just a cutie pie!”
76. "Don’t you dare!”
77. "Um.. somebody broke that.”
78. "Stop biting that fucking lip!”
79. "You’re hot, shame about the personality.”
80. "You’re going to get us expelled!”
81. "I need you to fake date me.”
82. "My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.”
83. “You’re just leaving me here? At least have to decency to finish me off with a stick.”
84. "No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.”
85. "Wow thanks a lot.”
86. "Why are you walking around naked?”
87. "You owe me big time!”
88. "Awe it’s so cute!”
89. "Are you hitting on me?”
90. "If I die you’ll be sorry!”
91. "Help me hide!”
92. "Sometimes I really don’t like you.”
93. "You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!”
94. "Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!”
95. "I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”
96. "Is that… is that my bra?”
97. "Really? Right now?”
98. "Where are your pants?”
99. "I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.”
100.You’re my soulmate?!”

Harry Potter things we all agree on
  • • Ginny and Harry's kids were terribly named
  • • "Dumbledore said calmly"
  • • WAS FRED'S DEATH NEEDED
  • • Harry is a bloody idiot
  • • Ron was an ass in the movies and deserved better.
  • • Dudley's kid is magical
  • • Dean and Sheamus were definitely a thing
  • • The Marauders got into some shit
  • • Ginny is badass and should've had better lines and a better character in the movies
  • • fUCK SNAPE
  • • Cho Chang graduated
  • • Neville is so misunderstood and important
  • • Luna is too pure and beautiful
  • • All the headcanons prove that George's life went into chaos after Fred's Death
  • • Slytherins aren't THAT bad
  • • Draco should've been more than "that asshole"
  • • Scorpius and Rose is a thing
  • • Not all Gryffindors are flawless prodigies
  • • Hermione was a literal goddess and Harry and Ron would have died in the first year without her

“So, what does he call you?” Varric asks one evening, in the tavern. When Dorian raises a questioning brow, Varric explains, “You’ve got that whole name… endearment… thing going on. What does he call you?”

Dorian answers matter-of-factly: “Dorian.” Then he takes a swig of ale.

Well, that doesn’t quite cover it. Dorian, said pleadingly, said sleepily in the mornings. Said with a laugh and a hint of exasperation. Shouted on the battlefield. Said brightly at the sight of him, as if his continued existence is always a marvellous surprise. Whispered into his ear at pointless formal events. Said like a curse or a prayer in their bed. Said tiredly, with a shoulder leaning against his, as a quiet request for company. Said with such obvious, terrible love. He’s never heard his name sound so unnecessarily complicated, or so good.

He pauses, and thinks. “Oh, and ‘bloody idiot,’ once.”

DONT ask Vetblrs for emergency and time sensitive veterinary advice

I mean it, seriously DONT. I don’t care what your reason is, if you need emergency or urgent veterinary advice then you pick up the phone and CALL someone.

You are potentially endangering your pets life by delaying treatment.

Veterinarians are only licensed and registered to provide veterinary advice in the state or country they practice in. On the internet you don’t know where someone lives, you don’t know where we live, and so we’re not legally covered if we give you specific veterinary medical advice.

We also might not be online. If you’ve got a situation where your animal needs emergency treatment within the hour and we’re not online, who’s fault is that if your pet suffers or dies? Yours, realistically, because you thought messaging someone you don’t know online is a substitute for calling a clinic. But morally, we will feel partially responsible for not being online at the right time to stop you being a bloody idiot.

And we can’t do anything for you. We can’t write you a prescription to have medication delivered by drone. We physically can’t do anything to help your pet.

CALL A CLINIC. I don’t care if you think ‘vets are expensive’, a phone call is not.

CALL A CLINIC. I don’t care if you think they’re closed, more and more clinics are open late and most clinics either divert the practice phone to a vet’s mobile overnight, or give you the contact number of clinics that are still open.

CALL A CLINIC. I don’t care if you’re shy. It’s always fine to call a clinic, especially if you think your pet is at any risk at all.

Don’t think Google is a substitute either. Googling wastes precious time, and there’s a plethora of false information out there. You can’t be certain of anyone’s qualifications online. CALL A CLINIC.

Don’t shift responsibility off yourself by thinking messaging a Vetblr here is adequate care. We have enough mental health rubbish to deal with without the guilt of knowing that your animal might die because you chose to message us.

DO NOT ASK A VETBLR FOR EMERGENCY, URGENT OR TIME SENSITIVE ADVICE.

Call a vet clinic.

Flutterflies

Summary: In which Draco becomes friends with the golden trio in first year and seven years later he’s hopelessly in love with Harry.

Word Count: 14.6k

Includes: smut yo

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Fic Rec #3

New weekend, new fics to read!! 

the pink album by suspendrs  @suspendrs

They don’t really discuss how hard it is to be in this situation, or to be doing the things they have to do to continue being together. It’s just something they don’t talk about, and that’s alright. Or maybe it isn’t, but they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it.

Or, a love seven years in the making, inspired by Harry’s debut album.

**I have been keeping up with this fic for a long time and I will add it ti my ‘canon’ Larry fic rec. Read this, guys. 10 chapters on each of Harry’s songs.

if it’s me you’re looking for by eleadore @eleadore

Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses–or maybe it’s the other way around. AU.

**I dunno why I waited so long to read this fic. It was great!

I Don’t Wanna Hurt Anymore by offwiththeirheads @hazzabooween

Harry walks a thin line between breaking his best friend’s heart and fighting a losing battle.

**This was so good guys! It is short but powerful!

Never Too Late by dimpled_halo  @dimpled-halo

Harry’s confused for a moment before it hits him: the little boy is signing. Harry squats down to get to the boy’s level again and mirrors the same action.

“Dad?” He inquires. Harry learned basic sign language after having met a fan who was deaf. He made it his mission to learn signing so that he’d be able to communicate with other fellow hearing impaired fans.

The little boy smiles brightly, his tears now long gone. He goes on to extend both hands, palms up as if he’s asking where? Followed by the previous sign which means Dad. Harry smiles to himself at the amazing little guy standing in front of him.

He stands up taking the boy’s hand, “Let’s go find your dad,” he tells him making the motion with his hand.

Just having come out of the closet and recovering from vocal surgery, famous recording artist Harry Styles needs to get away from LA to work on new music needing to prove to his label that his career isn’t over. Little does he know that his life is about to change forever when he runs into an old friend at the city he’s decided to escape to.

**THIS WAS SO PRECIOUS! OMG i AM IN LOVE WITH KID FICS AND THIS HITS THE SPOT!!! rEAD THIS!!

give me things to stay awake by embodied @crossnecklace

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.

AU. It’s been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

**This is a break up/getting back together fic. So be ready with those tissues (seriously, you will need them)!!

If It’s Meant To Be (It’ll Be, It’ll Be) by lululawrence @lululawrence

“So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”

“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.

“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just…unacceptable. I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.

They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.

“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”

** This fic was so adorable, guys! MUTUAL PINING!!!

We’ll Be Seamless by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee (dinosaursmate) @dinosaursmate

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

**I dunno why I did not come across this fic before because it is GOLD! I love tumblr fics and this was so awesome!! (Also, check out the blog this fic is based on…life changing *cough*)

Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc  @vurdoc

Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

With a promise from the press (and his father) that they’ll leave him alone for four years, he sets out to be a student at Cambridge, when he meets his very normal, very working class, very handsome suite-mate, Louis Tomlinson.

Louis makes Harry feel more like a person than he ever has before, which might cause some issues later on- ‘cause Harry has a secret that he’s only told his sister Gemma about.

Little does he know though, that Louis has some secrets of his own.

A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

**This is sorta WIP because the author is writing a series. Saying too much about this fic will probably ruin it, so.. just read it!

Take Me To A Dream by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee (dinosaursmate) @dinosaursmate

“Hiya,” Harry said, beaming up at him. “These sandwiches any good?”
Words failed Louis, and he felt his shoulders shrug. “They’re fine for, like, eating.”
Harry paused, mid-swipe of Louis’ staff discount card. “I don’t use my sandwiches for much else, personally.”
Louis sighed to himself, embarrassed. A small smile was playing on Harry’s lips, dimple denting his cheek. God, Louis felt like a bloody idiot.

There’s just something about the new checkout boy that makes Louis lose his cool and act like a complete idiot, which doesn’t escape the attention of Liam or Niall. As much as Louis hates embarrassing himself, there’s something about Harry that keeps Louis coming back for more.

**Erm… same author twice. But both fics are so different! This is FLUFF!!

i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry (WIP) @obviouslybecauselarry

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can’t do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor’s certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn’t seem to like him complicates matters, though.

**I know its WIP but its so good!! And ENEMIES TO LOVERS! Go and read it! 

i’m still learning to love by stylinsonau (WIP)

“Hello there.” Louis crouches in front of the small child, brunette with light sleepy eyes. He smiles fondly. He looks a lot like his father, but with a little less laugh lines, and frowns, and grumpiness.

The child continues to rub at his eyes, clutching at his little shark before he asks, “Are you gonna be my new Dada?”

Harry stiffens.

Or

An au where Harry has almost everything in the world except for the will to move on.

** ANother kid fic! Babysitter Louis! 


I wanna rec so much more. But its getting pretty long. And DON’T FORGET TO LEAVE A KUDOS AND NICE COMMENTS FOR THE AUTHORS!! 

Happy Reading!!!!!!!!

dating Sirius black:

~ you would have one hell of a relationship

~ firstly he had asked you to the yule ball.

~ when you got to the bottom of the common room stairs he was stood there by the fireplace in this fancy outfit and he just says “wow”

~ which is strange because this boy never  shuts up. so him being speechless is something very new.

~because of him being this speechless james is teasing him.

~ “PADFOOT HOW NICE DOES Y/N LOOK?”

~ you just smile and Sirius blushes.

~ HE BLUSHES!

~ the whole night is him giving you compliments

~ then you two start dancing to the upbeat music and it was so fun

~ suddenly a slow song comes on and he suddenly whips out amazing dancing and you have no clue he could dance like that.

~ in fact no one knew he could dance like that, excepts james. that’s mainly because james and sirius practiced dancing with each other

~ but it gets later on in the night you and the marauders and all there dates go back to the common room and drink some firewhisky that sirius had

~ you all get a little drink and you found yourself asleep in sirius bed

~ “did we do anything last night?”

~ but sirius just laughs “no”

~ you thinking he’s being a gentlemen and then he says

~ “ but if we both weren’t as drunk i would’ve ripped that dress off you”

~ you just slap him.

~ but a few weeks after that sirius realises he has a huge crush on you.

~ so he would get flustered every time he’s around you. and he’s never flustered so everyone is confused as hell.

~ but the one day you two would get paired in potions and he would blurt it out due to nerves

~ he’d shout across the room “OI POTTER SHE LIKES ME BACK!!”

~ “SHES A BLOODY IDIOT THEN”

~ sirius then going to whack him

~ but then you just hear four boys squealing and clapping

~ he would be so happy when you said you love him back

~ all four of them boys get sent out of the classroom by slughorn and get a detention.

~ you just smile and lily just walks over to you.

~ later that night when you and lily where doing homework you hear all four of them come back from the detention.

~ Sirius asked to speak to you.

~ lets be honest he is a gentlemen. he may not like his family but they raised him like a gentlemen but he is still a marauder so this would happen.

~ “would you like to go on a date with me to hogsmeade?”

~ “I would love to Sirius.”

~ he then just grins.

~ “but after hours.”

~ you just sign and laugh but say yes still.

~ “ hey what can I say I’m still a marauder! but meet me at nine and dress warmly its winter babe” he just leaves with a wink.

~ the whole night he was a gentlemen. he is a sweetheart.

~ after you start dating he would sit there plaiting your hair.

~ this is something he always did!

~ he would hold your hand everywhere

~ except when he saw Regulus in the corridors because he didn’t want his family talking about you.

~ he acts like his family doesn’t effect him but one day james runs up to your dorm, drags you into his room and Sirius is just sat there crying.

~ you both just sit there listening to The Beatles, cuddling and him softly humming along and you just make him so happy.

~ honestly Sirius has never been happier until he was with you.

~ can we please protect Sirius.

~ he is just a sweetheart really.

A Taste of Your Own Medicine (Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Originally posted by thealipower

Request:  Draco imagine where Hufflepuff reader stands up to him and yells at him, much to his surprise, and he begins to form a crush on her because she’s more intriguing than he initially thought? - Anon

The reader is a straight up savage in this

L/N: Last name

H/C: Hair color

E/C: Eye color

I WILL BE MAKING A PART TWO!


As everyone at Hogwarts knew, Draco Malfoy was definitely not one to be nice to people unless they were at his so-called “status.”  Hufflepuffs in particular.  He saw Hufflepuff house to be the ones that were too kind and weak to fight back, which is why he, Blaise, and Goyle picked on them the most.  The professors had also basically given up on trying to stop Draco and his gang.  None of them wanted to deal with the wrath his father, Lucius, knowing the power he held.  Most students that were victims of his bullying got used to it and didn’t bother to do anything about it.  You, however, were getting sick of it.

Today was one of those days where Draco felt like making fun of an innocent person in hopes it would raise his low self-esteem.  To his luck, everyone was being assigned new seats in potions.

Snape was towards the middle of the list.  “Mister Weasley and Miss Brown,” he said in his usual colorless tone and pointed to a table.  Ron shuffled to his seat, with Lavender all giddy very close behind him.  “Hmm… Miss L/N and Mister Malfoy.”

You internally groaned.  Perfect.  Just perfect.

You slumped into your new seat, Draco now next to you.  In the corner of your eye you could see he was looking at you.  You turned around to meet his glance.  He smirked.  You stared at him for a brief moment as to say “try anything and you’re dead.”  

The first half of class was okay.  Neither of you spoke to each other.  Draco had his chin resting in his hands, clearly not interested in whatever Snape was talking about.  Eventually his boredom got to the point when he knew exactly how to cure it. (Or so he thought).

“Hey, L/N,” he whispered.

You rolled your eyes.  You knew what was coming next.  “Leave me alone, Draco.  And my name is Y/N to you.”

“Ooh, feisty one, are we?”

His highly obnoxious games continued for the remainder of class.  He insulted your house tie, friends, Hufflepuff in general, all stuff you had expected.  But then he took it one step too far.

“Your family, all filthy muggles, correct?  Disgraceful.  Mud–”

The sound of your chair screeching backwards interrupted his sentence.  The whole class got even quieter than it already was.  Snape stopped talking.

“Alright, Draco, it’s about time you get a taste of your own medicine.  Just because your Daddy’s boy and you live in a huge mansion does NOT make you better than anyone else here.  You think money can buy happiness, you think just because a witch or wizard is related to a non-magical person that automatically makes them a piece of garbage.  When in reality, you’re the piece of garbage that thinks he can go around making others feel bad about themselves hoping it will make you feel better about yourself.  You think everyone is supposed to love you and bow down to you but the truth is everyone is sick and tired of the crap you give them every single day!”

The whole class stared at you, including Draco.  This was a first for everyone.

“MISS L/N!” Snape yelled.  You were already prepared for what happened next.  “Fifty points from Hufflepuff and detention!”

“Gladly, professor,” you replied smugly and sat back down.

-

Class ended not too long after that.  You were greeted by Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs–and even a few Slytherins–praising you for standing up to the Draco Malfoy.  Word got around Hogwarts quickly.  When McGonagall got wind of it, she slipped Hufflepuff house those fifty points back–with an additional five.

-

That night while all the Slytherin boys were sleeping, Draco lay awake, thinking about what had happened in his potions class earlier that day.  That L/N girl had the nerve to speak to me that way?  What a git.  Nobody speaks to a pureblood Malfoy like that.  We’re partners in potions for the rest of the year, I’ll make sure to ruin her reputation.  Maybe get rid of all that beautiful H/C hair… Wait.  Draco, you idiot, it’s not beautiful.  More like a disheveled frizzy mess… Regardless of the way it accents her cheekbones and matches perfectly with her E/C eyes and flows down her neck like a graceful waterfall… Oh God.  You bloody idiot you’ve fallen in LOVE with her!  No… no I can’t let that happen.  A MALFOY NEVER APOLOGIZES!  Well in that case… it looks like you’re going to be the first.


Please let me know what you thought of it! 

Come With Me

// Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!reader.

Requested: No.

Summary: Hermione and Y/n are in potions class when the Yule Ball comes up.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Title: Come with Me. //

 

“Bloody hell y/n.”

You glance over at Hermione, confused at her sudden outburst.

“What’s the matter?” You ask.

“You messed up the potion. It called for bat wing, not bat spleen. Now we’ve got to start all over.” Her voice is filled with frustration as she begins preparing to make a new potion, and a sigh escapes your lips. You murmur an apology and pretend to begin working on the potion again. Hermione sighs loudly and turns to you. “Something’s obviously on your mind. You’ve been awfully quiet recently…” You glance up at Hermione, who gives her an exasperated look. “Well, tell me! What’s going on, why have you been acting so…so…strange?” You close your eyes and shake your head softly.

“It’s just…the Yule Ball.”

“The ball? Why’s that bothering you?” You open your eyes and meet Hermione’s confused gaze.

“No one’s asked me yet,” you state, turning back around to work on the project.

“Well, I’m sure if you asked Harry he would gladly take y-”

“I don’t want to go with Harry!” You whisper fiercely, whipping around in your seat. “It’s just…the person I want to ask me…he hasn’t. And he won’t.” Hermione sighs.

“I know the feeling, trust me.”

“I shouldn’t even like him. He’s a bloody idiot, it’s just…”

“Something about him,” Hermione finishes your sentence, staring off into space. “I know how you feel y/n, but you can’t just wait around for him to ask you. You’ve got to express yourself.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” You tease, a smile replacing the small frown on your face. Hermione laughs softly and shakes her head, turning back to the potion.

“I know, I know. So…who is it?” You shake your head.

“No, no, no.” You say quickly. Hermione raises an eyebrow at her but doesn’t reply. She lets out a loud sigh instead, which gets the attention of the group in front of them. Draco turns around in his seat, leaning over the back of his chair.

“Is perfect little Granger having trouble with her potion?” He asks, nudging Pansy (who had been his partner because he was late to class). She laughs quietly, leaning forward like him. “Granger having trouble in class? That’s unheard of.” She doesn’t say anything; just keeps her head down, so Draco continues. “How are your parents doing, Granger?”

“They’re fine, Malfoy. I’d like it if you’d turn around and leave me alone.” He raises his eyebrows, and you can feel your cheeks burning– half from the second-hand embarrassment and half due to the fact that he was so close. You duck your head and hunch your shoulders slightly, trying to hide your face as you continue to work. This not only causes Pansy to look over at you, but Hermione and Draco.

“What? Not going to say anything to defend your friend?” Pansy squeaks, smiling smugly. You swallow roughly before looking up slowly, praying that the heat in your face has died down.

“Well,” you begin, casting your gaze towards Hermione. You take in her puzzled expression before you meet Draco’s gaze, and smile sweetly. “I wasn’t going to waste my breath correcting Draco. I mean, if I started I don’t think I’d ever breathe again-” Draco’s smile instantly disappears and he tilts his head.

“What did you call me?” Pansy’s eyes widen slightly as your mouth drops open. When you realize, his gaze is fixed entirely on you. You can feel the heat rising to your face.

“W-what?” You stammer, not daring to meet his gaze. His head tilts.

“Did you call me Draco?” He mutters. Hermione glances over at you, her eyes narrowing instantly.

“That is your name, isn’t it?” Hermione says, saving you from having to respond. Draco looks over at her, the sneer returning to his face.

“No one calls me that,” he says, his gaze sliding over to you again. “Why did you call me that?” Your eyebrows raise slightly, the pink returning to your face again.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you manage to say. Pansy picks up on the uncertainty in your voice, and in only a few seconds she erupts in a fit of giggles. One of Draco’s eyebrows shoots up and he glances over at her, a look of annoyance on his face.

“Did you hear her?” She snorts, her laughter stopping immediately as she meets your gaze. “I don’t know what you mean,” she mocks. “I don’t know how I didn’t see this before, but I have to admit, this is hilarious.” Hermione glances between Pansy, Draco and you, a look of disgust crossing her face.

No.” She murmurs, shooting a glare over at you. “No way.

At this point, Draco seems to be the only one who hasn’t caught on yet. You clench your jaw slightly as you feel the heat rising to your face even more intensely than before. This causes Pansy to laugh even more.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Someone flustered?” She pushes out her bottom lip in a pout. “Can’t talk to him? Can’t even look at him? Poor. Little. Y/n. Was he not supposed to know?” Hermione rolls her eyes.

“Get over it, Pansy. As if she’d care about someone like Malfoy.” Hermione comments, glancing over at you. You can tell by the look in her eyes that you would be talking about this later. Her comment seems to finally put everything else into place in Draco’s mind. His eyes light up slightly as it all falls into place, and his gaze slides over to you.

When you glance up your eyes instantly lock with his.

“What?” You ask, forcing as much annoyance into your voice as possible. His lips tip upwards as his eyes narrow slightly. “W-what?” You ask again. Your cheeks turn even redder as Pansy laughs softly. This finally causes Draco to break eye contact and he turns to Pansy.

“How ‘bout you keep bloody quiet, Pansy?” Her laughter gets stuck in her throat as her eyes widen from shock. She glances up at him.

“Oh, but Draco- isn’t it-”

“I don’t see how it’s funny,” he comments, glancing back at you again. “You fancy me- so what if she does too?”

“But- it’s"

“I don’t see how it’s funny,” he comments, glancing back at you again. “You fancy me- so what if she does too?”

“But- it’s y/n.”

“Mhm…” He mumbles, turning around to you. “It is.” His head tilts and he smiles softly- a genuine smile, before turning back around, forcing Pansy to too.

He glances over his shoulder one more time before turning around and focusing on the potion.

“What was all of that about?” Hermione whispers. “You like Malfoy?”

“Ugh…Hermione, please. I don’t want to talk about this right now.” You whisper, covering your blushing face with your hands. “…but, yes. I do.”

Another small smile slips onto Draco’s face as he hears your comment, and he adds the next ingredients to the potion before pulling out a slip of paper and scribbling something on it quickly.

You’re just recovering from your embarrassment as class ends, and you stand up, gathering your books into your bag quickly. Draco slides out of his chair gracefully and passes your table, making brief eye contact with you before dropping a paper by your feet.

“You dropped your-” Your sentence is cut off by a small smile, and what looks like a wink from Draco. You close your mouth quickly, and, feeling your cheeks heat up once more, you crouch down and pick up the paper, unfolding it.

Come with me to the ball, y/n? –Draco.

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Take Me To A Dream
“Hiya,” Harry said, beaming up at him. “These sandwiches any good?” Words failed Louis, and he felt his shoulders shrug. “They’re fine for, like, eating.” Harry paused, mid-swipe of Louis’ staff discount card. “I don’t use my sandwiches for much else, personally.” Louis sighed to himself, embarrassed. A small smile was playing on Harry’s lips, dimple denting his cheek. God, Louis felt like a bloody idiot.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Take Me To A Dream
Author: Anonymous
Rating: Explicit
Words: 28342
Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Summary:  “Hiya,” Harry said, beaming up at him. “These sandwiches any good?”
Words failed Louis, and he felt his shoulders shrug. “They’re fine for, like, eating.”
Harry paused, mid-swipe of Louis’ staff discount card. “I don’t use my sandwiches for much else, personally.”
Louis sighed to himself, embarrassed. A small smile was playing on Harry’s lips, dimple denting his cheek. God, Louis felt like a bloody idiot.

There’s just something about the new checkout boy that makes Louis lose his cool and act like a complete idiot, which doesn’t escape the attention of Liam or Niall. As much as Louis hates embarrassing himself, there’s something about Harry that keeps Louis coming back for more.

Written for crimsontheory for the @hlsummerexchange2017

anonymous asked:

Like what if harrys parents cought them kissing or something(They could have timed travel to the future or something). Or Sirius and Remus does. And only their friends know they're together. So its like this big surprise. Or the Malfoys come to complain about their son currupting draco. And harrys parents had no idea he was dating( or even liked boys).

I have no idea how this scenario would come to play but this made me laugh with the idea of an AU of some sorts where the Malfoys show up at the Potter’s house, because Lucius is convinced that “that Potter boy” is corrupting Draco.  Lets just pretend this is some fantasy AU where the Potter’s lived and Harry, unafraid of himself and being rejected, was sorted into Slytherin

  • Because every single one of Draco’s letter’s home to his mother are Potter this and Potter that
  • and Narcissa just places a hand on his arm to calm him down “They’ve been inseparable since second year, dear”
  • “Yes well that’s the problem, they’re in trouble every week and I know its that Potter boy’s fault!  Draco would never think to sneak out in the middle of the night to play Seekers games, and he would never be caught dead sneaking into the kitchens for a picnic on the astronomy tower its positively plebian!”
  • “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Malfoy, its” James starts
  • “It’s the Potter boys fault” Lucius nearly screeches.  And Narcissa tries to tell him to calm down which, duh makes him do the opposite.  “My son is lovesick, its the only excuse for this nonsensical behavior.”
  • “Whatever they’re doing, I can guarantee its your son’s fault and…what the hell do you mean lovesick?” and this time its James who screeches, wondering why Lily doesn’t look shocked.
  • And this time Lucius smiles because he might be mad but oh boy does he love getting one over on James Potter.  “Why my goodness, Potter, don’t tell your son hasnt told you.  I suppose he’s not as close to you as our Draco is to us.”
  • “Tell me what?  Lily what is this bloody idiot on about?”
  • “James, I think you know.” She says, making him bristle.  “He never told me anything!”  and she just sighs.  “He didn’t tell me either, dear…he didn’t need to.”
  • “He says he’s in love!  A malfoy does not fall in love with a Potter.  Draco will find a proper pureblood wife, produce an heir and-”
  • Who said anything about love?” James all but yells.
  • “Draco has asked for the family ring!” Lucius finally shouts “He says he wants to marry that boy!”  and this time its Lily and Narcissa who looked shocked. 

…..and thats how they all found out it was definitely more that just a little fling.

Favourite color: Black II pt. 1

Yoongi x reader

genre: Mafia!Yoongi, angst, violence

contents of violence, heavy words and so on

Thanks to the anon who requested a Mafia/Underground!Yoongi story, I hope you enjoy even though I changed the plot

word count: 11.4k


Does Min Yoongi stand for death or safety?

Right now it definitely was the first word to describe the rather cruel man and his actions who threatened you with your mother’s life if you wouldn’t obey his orders as he wanted you to. His plans for your further cooperation sounding strange. At first.

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theodore nott headcanons
  • let get this fact straight: theo hates his father, it’s not a strong word enough, he truly does
  • so he picks muggle studies during his third year just to take the piss and annoy the hell out of him but he ends up loving it and being fascinated
  • “oi, magic and everything, yeah, but lemme tell you about the discman” (blaise and pansy look at him like he has lost his fucking mind and draco is half listening)
  • “and soccer is like quidditch, kind of.” 
    “no one bloody cares, nott.”
  • and then there’s the music, listen, the music
  • because the best thing the muggle world has it’s cheerios and then it’s post-punk music, really
  • public image limited, the cure, siouxsie and the banshees, joy division, devo, theo loves all of them
  • so he sneaks to london to buy books and albums and candem is by far his favourite place on earth after the hogwart’s library
  • candem’s streets, and pubs, and shops (and shop assistants with joy division’s t-shirts, distressed jeans, undercuts, black rimmed eyes, pierced ears and bobbling adam’s apples under a choker when they laugh)
  • because in the muggle world no one knows his father is a death eater and a pure blood and a fucking idiot, he’s just theo
  • pansy thinks he’s a bloody idiot for being so fascinated with the muggle world so he dares her to go with him to candem one day (and he says nothing when she tries on goth muggle clothes and snake-shaped rings and comes back to hogwarts with more shopping bags than him)
  • “oi, does pansy fancy you?” 
    “nah mate, she just tolerates me better than others.”

but also!

  • theo being actually a gifted and skilful wizard, excelling in potions
  • (he just has this slight problem of coordination, okay? he’s fine simply cheering for quidditch matches)
  • so he is also in arithmancy with hermione, who theo thinks to be bloody brilliant
  • like yeah she’s muggle born, but no one can chose your parents, if he could, his father would be out of the fucking picture
  • because listen, his father is 600% pureblood and he’s also 600% a pure twat, so what the fuck is that mudblood thing about
  • (it’s just he hates confrontation, okay, and there’s this anxiety pumping in his veins with every heartbeat, he just knows when it’s good to fit in even if he’s fine to be by his own most of the time)
  • it’s that kind of loneliness what links him to luna, theo thinks she’s fucking weird, but isn’t like he is any better
  • they meet often to feed the thestrals together
  • “you can see them too!” 
    “y-yeah.” 
    “i saw my mum dying.” 
    “…me too.”
ice cream gays & very warm days

yes i did name it that just to piss u off 

based on the iconic ice cream and pool boy photos of 5/15/17

warnings ; none, sfw except for a few sexual jokes

pairing ; phan obviously 

summary ; dan is a bored pool boy who works for a rich and snotty couple on the rich side of london. but somehow, flirting with the ice-cream man who works outside their mansion makes it a little better. 




God, it was hot.

Dan didn’t care how many times he had to trundle down this asphalt street in the blistering heat, he was positive he would never get used to it. He just wouldn’t get used to the ground beneath him practically melting through his sneakers, sweat dripping from his forehead into his eyes and making his hair even curlier than it naturally was. 

Dan pressed his chapped lips together, wetting them with his tongue. He looked up, pushing his hair back on his sticky forehead and searching the horizon. 

Just down the street, there he was. Prowling his usual location, practically right in front of the house Dan worked at for the largest shift of his day, his pink cart shining, the bells tinkling. 

It was a good summer job; cleaning pools. It just sucked ass when the people giving you money are power-hungry jerks with the biggest pool in the UK. 

Phil made it a little better. 

Today he was wearing a short sleeved button up that showed off his lean arm muscles quite well, as well as black shorts. He was standing behind the small cart, digging through the basket for something. Dan grinned, leaning against the cart on his elbows.  

“Hey cutie,” he said nonchalantly, reaching into the cooler and taking out an ice cube, proceeding to press it to his face. 

Phil raised his head quickly, practically hitting it on the cart on the way. Dan laughed as his face went red, and he rolled his eyes. 

“Hey, Dan.” His voice sounded annoyed, but Dan knew he wasn’t. This was just the way they talked. 

Dan examined the piece of ice before shrugging and popping it into his mouth. “You look busy today.” He giggled. “How are you not burning up out here…?”

Phil huffed slightly, standing up straight so he could fully watch Dan, tugging the collar of his shirt up to wipe his forehead, exposing a strip of pale skin of his stomach. 

“Oh trust me, I am.” He sighed. “I burn like a marshmallow. But this is my job, y’know? There’s no avoiding it.”

Dan nodded slowly, almost sleepily, considering the heat was melting down his senses. “I get that.” He glanced down at the cooler, filled with dozens of different colors. “Can I get-”

“Strawberry double-scoop, with sprinkles and a cherry.” Phil made a clicking noise with his tongue at Dan, winking. “Gotcha.”

Dan laughed lightly, watching him open one of the containers. “Damn. Do you memorize all of your customer’s orders?”

Phil shrugged. “Only the cute ones.”

A blush burned at Dan’s cheeks, but he rolled his eyes to cover it up. “Wow. Smooth.”

“You love it.” Phil looked back up at him, smiling like a four year old who had just successfully copied the bill of rights. Happy and bright. If Dan’s heart wasn’t already melted, he was sure it would melt again. 

“A little bit. But don’t get cocky.” 

Phil held out his hand, handing Dan the ice cream. Dan took it graciously, going to dig through the pocket of his slightly skimpy pink shorts. He had gotten them about a week before, definitely not so he could impress Phil. Of course not. 

“Mmh, sorry, can’t let you pay for that,” Phil said lightly when Dan held out the change. Dan frowned, his rosy lips slightly turned down. 

“Why not?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“Because it’s on the house.” Phil reached down again, shutting the container and looking back up to smirk at Dan like a hyena. He pushed Dan’s hand away gently. 

“But-”

“Won’t Mr. and Mrs. annoying-ass be upset if you’re late?” Phil asked, just to change the subject. Dan scowled at him. 

“Thanks for reminding me.”

He glanced down at his wrist, noting that his arm was considerably tanned since the beginning of summer. 

“Nah, they’re gone by now.” 

Phil nodded, just as something came to Dan’s mind. He snickered, leaning forward on the cart, closer to Phil. 

“You said you’re hot, right?”




“Dan, you’re a bloody idiot.” 

Dan picked up the nervousness in Phil’s tone, and glanced back at him from the edge of the pool. He was standing right outside the gate, in the grass, fiddling with his fingers. He looked terrified, which was adorable if Dan was in any position to be thinking so. Dan giggled. 

“You’re not scared, are you?” He spun on his heel, crossing his arms in a soft of challenge. “You’re not gonna get in trouble. They’re gone, remember? Besides, this is my job.” Dan scoffed, pouting slightly. “And they pay me hardly enough, the least they could do is let me have a little fun.”

“I dunno Dan…” Phil bit down on his lower lip, searching his face. “I left my cart out there…” 

Dan groaned, walking over to him and grabbing his hand. “It’ll only be a minute. It won’t melt, it’s in the freezer.” He gave Phil his best puppy dog eyes, flashing him a smile so sweet he was sure to get cavities. “Pleasee?”

Phil sighed, unable to look away for a moment. “Fine. But only for a minute.”

“Yay!” Dan cheered, grabbing Phil’s wrist and tugging him farther into the yard. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”

Phil nodded, pulling his hand away and laughing. “I am pretty hot…”

Without warning he was stripping off his shirt, cannon-balling into the turquoise water, splashing practically the whole courtyard. Dan squealed, shielding himself from the spray. 

“Jesus, give me a warning next time you’re planning on undressing and spraying me.” Dan didn’t realize what he had said until it was too late, Phil had already winked. “Oh, shut up.” 

Phil grinned, swimming backwards and letting the water push his hair back into a quiff. “Aren’t you coming in?”

Dan grimaced. “Er, now that I think about it…”

Phil raised his eyebrows, incredulous. “Are you kidding me?”

Before Dan could think to run, the boy was pushing himself out of the pool, dripping wet. He shook his head like a dog, flicking water everywhere. “C’mere.”

“No!” Dan backed away, giggling at the dumb game he had gotten himself into. “Make me!”

“Oh I will, pretty boy.”

The words made him blush but Dan ignored it, attempting to escape to Phil’s left. Phil didn’t fall for it, grabbing him by the waist and holding him still. 

Dan thrashed, laughing and trying to push him away, but it was no use. Phil nearly flung him over his shoulder, carrying him back to the pool and throwing him in. 

Dan hit the water with a loud splash, the cool sensation flooding against the skin and causing temporary euphoria. When he came up for air, he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Good, yeah?” Phil asked, grinning and hopping in after him. 

“Yeah,” Dan replied almost dreamily. “Thanks for making me get in.”

“Hey, no problem.” Phil shrugged. “If it weren’t for you, I’d still be out there in the sun.”

Then came a silence between them, but it was comfortable. Dan floated on his back, watching the trees that grew around the courtyard sway in the slight (warm) breeze. 

Finally, Phil spoke again, and Dan popped his head up to listen. 

“You know, I wasn’t kidding about what I said.”

Dan raised an eyebrow, watching Phil play with the water, moving his hands to form tiny waves. 

“What…?”

“About you being cute.” He looked up, the corner of his lips pulled up in a lopsided grin. “You’re my cutest customer, and I mean that.”

Dan could feel his face going pink again and he brought his hands up to his cheeks, whether to cool them or hide the blush, Dan didn’t know. 

“Well I meant what I said too.” Dan snickered softly. “About you being hot.”

Phil groaned. “I thought you meant temperature wise.”

“I did.” Dan shrugged, a strand of hair falling between his eyes. “That too.”

Without noticing, one of them had moved closer, (neither was quite sure who but it really didn’t matter), and Dan placed a hand on Phil’s shoulder. 

“Hey…” Dan trailed his fingertips up Phil’s shoulder to his neck, and then up to his jaw. Phil visibly shivered. “I wanna pay you back.”

“For what?” Phil asked, his voice coming out a bit hazy and distracted, distracted by Dan’s fingers mindlessly moving up and down his cheekbone. 

“For the ice cream.” Dan let out a little huffy laugh. “Lemme take you out for coffee sometime.”

Phil couldn’t even bring himself to argue. He couldn’t bring himself to say ‘no, Dan, that ice cream was free because I really like you and I hope that free ice cream makes you want to be my boyfriend’. 

“Yes,” he breathed. 

Dan smiled, and then sighed, dunking back under the water momentarily. 

“Summer, right?” He said teasingly when he came back up, making a groaning noise. 

“I dunno.” Phil shrugged, grabbing Dan’s waist and pulling him close. “Summer isn’t so bad.”