but the ones that focus more on the rumours than the music

anonymous asked:

I'm not one of those who blames Harry for what is happening rn, but man, I'm side eyeing the fuck out of Jeff. I dont know what restrictions Harry still has and all that, but this is some terrible shit tbh. Like, all these rumours about premiering his music before Dunkirk... that would be terrible!!! It would so undermine and overshadow his role in Dunkirk. Terrible business decision. And now the timing of this registration... it couldnt be worst tbh. I really hope Jeff knows what he's doing

I agree with you, and also, I’m going to go on a bit of a rant because I can’t not. I just honestly think everything related to Harry’s solo career is absurd right now. Harry has been almost entirely cut off from the fandom pretty much since hiatus began. I think that’s fine, and honestly, and I know we’ve all missed him, but I think Harry (possibly even more than the others) needed that time to himself. I think it gave him time to recover from such a tough schedule with One Direction, I think it gave him a break from the fan service and BS that really seemed to have burned him out, and it gave him time to focus on Dunkirk, which was obviously something outside of his comfort zone that required his full concentration. But Jesus Christ, man. This is beyond ridiculous at this point.

We’ve gotten countless media sources, celebrities, and others in the industry talking about his debut album. And because he’s not talking, all of these people and sources are talking FOR him - and we don’t even know which of the things they’re saying are correct and which are completely false. And blah blah blah yeah, obviously the media is gonna talk about solo Harry regardless, but you’re lying to yourself if you think that his team couldn’t have shut up some of the people who have run their mouths about solo Harry at this point. And if the media is going to always make claims about his future music, both true and false, why wouldn’t he just speak for himself? Why wouldn’t his team speak for him? Why have they allowed this to happen for so fucking long? And don’t even give me that bullshit about oh, they just want to keep anticipation up - because at this point, that tactic doesn’t even make sense. I honestly don’t even know how solo Harries are alive right now considering they get hyped up for his music every two days based on what so-and-so said to the media. It’s fucking EXHAUSTING and it eventually burns people out to be constantly disappointed when they’re promised that something is about to happen and then it doesn’t. I’ve seen a lot of burnout in this fandom in the last week alone on the solo Harry front, and that’s so sad to see because things could have been so different.

If they’re gonna have a dude from Columbia come out here and tell me that an album is nearly done, and then have Grimmy say he was about to hear the album, and then have a touring company registered like a tour is gonna be in the works sometime soon when they haven’t said jack shit about ANYTHING, that’s beyond frustrating to me. You don’t have to give every fucking detail but god, not even a confirmation that the album is coming? NOTHING. Nothing at all.

Louis kept up fan service pretty consistently last year and eventually dropped music. Liam posts updates about his album progress to his social media, and yeah, his album still isn’t out, but there also haven’t been fifty people saying to the press every four days that it’s almost done. Niall was active on social media and kept up fan service last year before dropping his single as a surprise. Harry has done none of that, and I’m not saying that Harry has to do it the way the other boys did, but this is….really yikes. I don’t understand what the fuck his team is playing at, I really don’t. I know that Harry is the most famous in the band and I know that his music is the most anticipated, but he is not some untouchable artist with a shitload of street cred where his album is guaranteed to top at number one. I know this fandom might want to think that’s the case, but it isn’t. He is not Beyonce with numerous successful albums and decades in the industry. He has never put out solo music, and not only that, but we don’t have even the vaguest clue as to what his solo music would SOUND like at this point because again, we’ve heard nothing from his team.

The way this is being executed screams lazy and arrogant to me, and Harry is neither of those things, so I want to know what the deal is. To have this buildup for over a year with everyone else talking about it except for the people whose voices count the most and just expecting fans to be there, still waiting and ready and foaming at the mouth whenever you choose to drop music even though you never bothered to say anything about it….that doesn’t rub me the right way at all, I’m sorry. And listen, knowing this fandom and how much solo Harries have stayed pumped, it might work for them, it, but god, that is just….I don’t understand how people can respect that method of doing things. Us, the fans, as future consumers of his music, as the people who ensured that Harry is in the position he’s in today, deserve better than this. I know that fandom entitlement is a thing and we don’t deserve a lot of things that we think we deserve, but are people really gonna try to act like having confirmation of an album from Harry or his team is asking too much? Wanting some respect, and some clarity, and some basic fucking facts (for example: Are you coming out with an album? When is it coming out?) for Harry’s FIRST SOLO ALBUM EVER after over a year of almost complete silence from him (and silence about his future plans long before that) is perfectly reasonable, especially considering how much we’ve been jerked around about Harry’s solo career for like five years now, and quite frankly, anyone trying to suggest otherwise is fooling themselves. Harry’s team may not be able to control everything the media or other artists do or say about solo Harry, but they can (or at least, you would think they would be able to) control their own behavior, and at least so far, it seems like they’re just letting everybody else do the work for them (and do it messily at that, considering how many lies and ridiculous speculation has been published and passed around over the past year or so).

I’m just really frustrated because I don’t understand why his team is doing this and why they’re giving this impression of not knowing what they’re doing (e.g. the Full Stop website) or just not caring (e.g. [the metric for success] “is just existing”). With a lot of the Louis bullshit, even without knowing the exact details of what’s going on, you can usually figure out quite quickly that a) they’re actively trying to fuck him over and b) why they’re actively trying to fuck him over. The involvement of the stunts tainting everything Louis does also makes the intentions of his team clear (though no less infuriating). But this stuff with Harry? I don’t understand it and can’t even begin to imagine why things are being done this way. I don’t think it’s fair to the fans and I think it’s doing a huge disservice to Harry, his music, and if the rumors about when he’s dropping the music are correct, his acting career. I just really, really hope that there’s a huge change soon because I’m really cringing at what I’m seeing so far. I wish I understood any of this, but I don’t and watching it all happen is exhausting.

Alright, some of my word vomit is out. If people disagree with me, that’s fine, but this is my opinion. And no, I don’t think negatively of Harry or anything like that, I’m just not pleased with how things are being handled by his team (just as I’m not pleased with how Louis’ team is doing things) and I need to voice that.

Knock Before You Enter {Remus Lupin x Reader} *SMUT*

Oh God, this was so hot to write ;) I haven’t written smut in a while so here you go, lovelies! Hope you like it

Reader needed help from the Marauders, only to walk in on Remus.

Enjoy! @allertonn


History classes sucked and that was the truth. It wasn’t just the numerous wars and revolutions, in fact, they were quite interesting but the drawling, ghastly voice of Professor Binns made everyone sleepy and bored. This would often result to students waking up by the end of the class, only to find out there was a homework about the earlier discussion and you should consider yourself lucky if someone was even awake enough to listen.

As was the case of (Y/n).

And no, she was not awake that time.

She was half-asleep when the professor announced a group homework and her group mates were none other than the four, troublesome Gryffindors. To be quite honest, they were not as laid back as she thought they’d be. They would help one another when it comes to studies and rumour has it, they would even stay up all night to review. No one has confirmed this rumour, of course, but she was quite confident in their abilities since their high grades were enough evidence especially her long time crush, Remus Lupin.

She was on her way to their dorm, carrying with her her school books to get started on the homework, when Peter Pettigrew came running down the stairs.

“Pettigrew! Where are you going? We’re supposed to start on the homework, remember?” She said.

“Sorry, (L/n). James and Sirius has detention the whole day today.”

“What?” She frowned, “But the deadline’s tomorrow! I can’t do this by myself!”

“Yeah, sorry. I wish I can help you but…uh, Remus is upstairs. He can certainly help you out. Anyway, I gotta go. See you around!” Peter said before scurrying away quickly.

(Y/n) did not know why he was in such a hurry or what could be more important than their homework but her heart jumped at the mention of her crush’s name.

She wanted to get this homework over and done with. She had put too much faith on James and Sirius and now that they were in detention (no doubt another prank), she had to make do with what she have; not that she didn’t mind studying with Lupin. It was because she couldn’t focus on anything when she’s alone with him. It had happened before and she did not understand a single lesson.

She marched upstairs while mumbling furiously, planning out how she will done the two in and bury their bodies next to each other. She had not noticed their door slightly ajar and so when she opened it, her eyes saw the most unexpected scene that made her regret ever coming in. Remus Lupin was standing with his back turned to her, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. His back was littered with long, red scratches and scars but the arch of his spine made her blush, his shoulder blades made her heart pound, and the tiny dimples on his back made her wet.

(Y/n) was immediately frozen on the spot. She did not know if she should leave or shout at him for not locking his door. Either way, she had to decide quick because time was running out and Remus was already turning around.

His eyes fell on her immediately but he did not seem taken aback by her presence. Instead, he smirked and watched her eyes widen in surprise.

“Can I help you?” He asked casually.

It made her melt, her mouth hung slightly open and all the air from her lungs felt like they have been sucked out by a vacuum. She bit her lip to try and swallow her words but her heart was beating so loud that she became unaware of what came out of her mouth.

“I, uh, need some help with something,” she said with a smile which Remus interpreted as a positive response. He walked towards her and every step that he took, made her walk backwards nervously until she was pressed against the door, closing it with a soft thud. He reached towards her face and gently brushed the back of his finger on her cheek, trailing down to her chin to meet his eyes.

“And what is that?”

(Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before looking down at his lips. She was so tempted to know how they taste like, how they feel like. She wanted him badly but she decided to play along. Her awkward self was now long gone.

“Homework. I can’t do it by myself, you know.” She said with a smirk. She did not know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but it was leading her to get where she wanted to be.

“Well, good thing I’m here for you, aren’t I? None of my friends are here too so we have the room all to ourselves.” He said, twirling a piece of her hair before tucking it behind her ear.

“Don’t you think I should come by some other time?” She said, “You’re not fully dressed.”

Remus looked down at himself and chuckled, “I would be if you knocked on the door.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She teased, making Remus growl and grab her face, kissing her lips passionately.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her tongue trailing along his lips while he firmly kept his hands on her hips. Both of them have wanted this for so long but they never had the chance to know about how they felt towards each another since his friends were always teasing him. He did not ever want this moment to pass and so he moved his hands up and down on her body, feeling every inch of her skin, memorizing it in his mind. Hearing her moan softly was like music to him, knowing that he was making her feel good. He licked her neck and softly nibbled her ear before whispering.

“Do you want me?” He asked and although they haven’t gotten very far, he wanted her to assure him that she wanted him as much as he did. She slipped her fingers through his soft, brown hair and gave him his answer after a quick kiss on the lips.

“I do. I’ve always do.” She replied, making Remus smile excitedly like a little school boy who had just received his candy.

He carried her in both of his arms and laid her down on his bed before crouching towards her like a hungry wolf. She bit her lip and watched him hover above her, her eyes set on his. He leaned in and began to kiss her once more while she pulled him close with her legs. She felt his hard on press against her clothed heat, making him moan back. He continued to grind against her in a rhythm so pleasurable that made her sure her underwear was soaking wet by now. He pulled apart from her mouth and trailed kisses from her neck to her collarbone, lowering the top of her shirt to reveal more skin.

Watching him taste her and lick her was once a dream she would fantasize about at night while playing with herself but now that it was happening, she wanted more than just this. Remus stopped and pulled the top of her shirt once more, peaking down at her bra with a smirk.

“Take this off for me, darling, would you?” He asked in a polite yet lustful manner.

(Y/n) did not hesitate and sat up to remove her shirt, revealing to him her black laced bra with a tiny white bow between her breasts. She bit her lip and beckoned him with a finger.

“Remus…” She moaned, driving him mad.

He leaned in to her hungrily and cupped her breast in his hand, “ ‘This for me, darling?”

He fondled her and massaged her as she continued to moan his name in his ear. He pinched her nipple through her bra while she reached behind her back to unclasp it. Remus pulled it by the straps before tearing it from her body, throwing it on the other side of the room. She laid back down once more as he kissed her, his hands now reaching through her underwear to feel her wet womanhood. He pressed his thumb on her clit like a button, his other finger teasing her soaked entrance.

His lips went down to her breasts and closed around her nipple while he kept his fingers busy, rubbing up and down her slit. He pushed two fingers in and as she moaned, he began to move them, her wetness making it easier for him to slide in and out.

“A-ahh, Remus…”

“Feels good?” He asked but he did need to hear her answer.

The way she writhed at the mercy of his fingers was enough evidence. He continued fingering her until she was about to reach her climax, pulling it out before she could release. She glared at him for delaying her but he did not say anything. He tugged down her shorts and tossed it by the bed before removing her underwear that matched her bra. He placed it in his pocket and started to unbuckle his belt.

“You’ll have it back tomorrow.” He said. The thought of her going back to her room with no knickers under her clothes aroused him.

He pulled down his boxers next and (Y/n) licked her lips at the size of his impressive length. He was already hard and the tip was leaking pre-cum. She spread her legs in front of him, showing him how wet she was. Remus’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight, capturing it like a picture to wank himself to. He crawled back on top of her and held his cock before running the head up and down her soaking slit, teasing her.

“Remus, no…I-I want you,” she said, desperation in her voice.

He leaned in to her and kissed her softly before slowly easing himself inside, pushing his thick manhood in her wet cavern. Inch by inch, he filled her pleasurably, making her moan into his kiss. He pressed his forehead against her and pulled out gently before pushing back in one thrust.

“Oh, love…You are so tight. Feels so good for me, darling.”

He praised, his elbows planted on the mattress as he began to move in a slow, teasing rhythm. (Y/n) moaned at every hard and slow thrust he gave. Soon enough, he increased his speed with an even harder impact than before. Her walls clamped tightly around his length at every push and pull, his lips capturing hers.

His hands both gripped on the headboard as he roughened his thrusts, his nails scratching the wood. He was hitting her g-spot now and he was going fast and hard, making the headboard slam against the wall. He moaned at how wet she was becoming, whispering to her praises like how good she made him feel. He could tell she was close and so he carried her by her waist and sat up, allowing her to move up and down on his thick length.

“Oh my God, Lupin! I’m so close…”

“Go on, love. Come for me,” he encouraged, pressing his lips on her skin. He was getting close as well and with one last thrust and a hard slam of her bum on his thighs, the two finally reached their climax.

“A-Ahh!” Remus moaned as he started to cum inside her, thick spurts of his seed marking her walls as his. He groaned in immense pleasure while she soaked him with her juices, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. He kept his arms around her, her hands on his shoulders as his cock began to soften. He laid her back down and pulled out, his cum trickling down from her slit. (Y/n) smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Wow…That was splendid.”

Remus panted and smiled before cleaning her up. He laid back down by her side and tucked her in with his blanket, pulling her to his chest.

“So are we dating?” He tried to asked confidently but his fear of just being a one-night stand made him worry. He wanted to start a relationship with her and not just a physical relationship to help him let out his frustrations. He loved her deeply and if she did not want him, it would surely break his heart.

However, (Y/n) smiled and nodded, “Of course!”

Remus gave a breath of relief and returned the smile, “Hogsmeade on Saturday, then?”

“I’d love to, Remus.”

She kissed his lips softly before resting her head on his shoulder, falling asleep by his side.

Trust Me | Jumin Han x Reader

RATING: Teen | WORD COUNT: 1,326 | GENRE: Drama/Fluff
SUMMARY: A rumour comes out that you’re cheating on Jumin with Zen, and you’re afraid of what Jumin’s reaction would be.

It’s amazing just how vicious the public media could be, twisting words and statements around and interpreting situations to suit their own satisfaction. They would do anything to get a good story and try to rile up the general public. They can either raise a simple nobody to glory and make them out to be a hero, or they can drag someone so revered down through the dirt. Say what you will, the media possessed power.

Jumin was already used to dealing with those vultures from a young age. It was something he learned quickly and by himself, but you were different. Being hounded by the press or having self-proclaimed experts spouting nonsense about you online was completely new to you. Though you expected this kind of response after that public stunt Jumin pulled at the party, it was a bit more intense than you had initially thought.

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Word Count: 1726
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday, Jim! This wasn’t to the point I wanted it at, but I’ve got to get to work, so I had to cut the planned smut and the planned ending…

The first time you saw Jim Kirk, you knew your life would never be the same. There was something about him, even while you were both cadets. He made your world seem bigger. More dangerous. And infinitely more exciting. There was something about the way he looked at the universe with the promise of adventure that made you want to be near him. You were disappointed when he was caught fixing the Kobayashi Maru, and surprised when you saw he’d somehow made it onto the Enterprise. Once the dust settled from the Narada incident, the emergency crew assignments had been reviewed, and you were surprised to find that you were reassigned to the Enterprise, under Jim Kirk as your captain.

It was on the Enterprise that you really got to know Jim. He’d always been this larger-than-life character on campus, the focus of your unrequited crush, which left you filling in the blanks when you didn’t know the answers about him. He was at once better and worse, depending on what rumour was floating around about him. You were innately fond of him, no matter how many notches he scratched into his headboard. But it was a crush, and it was fleeting, and in those moments when you were honest with yourself, you would admit that the idea of Jim Kirk was a heady drug, but the reality would likely be a letdown.

Once you were serving together, you were pleasantly surprised to discover he was nothing like the man you’d imagined. Instead of a thoughtless lothario, he was overwhelming discrete in his romances. So discrete, in fact, that most people didn’t realize he still had any. He was smarter than you could have imagined, challenging the intellect of Commander Spock regularly enough that the Vulcan seemed perpetually frustrated. Unbelievably, he managed to know each member of the crew, and at least have some sort of background information on them so that each conversation he had built on the trust he already had gained. He took that trust, and in turn, returned it, giving him a loyal crew that would go beyond reasonable expectations for one another and for the ship. It was as though he was born to lead.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t without failings, and you’d definitely seen those too. His successes made him prone to arrogance, and he liked to needle Spock just a little more than necessary. He was sometimes too headstrong. And his disregard for the Prime Directive was frustratingly obtuse. But the positives about Jim Kirk far outweighed the negatives, and you felt your youthful crush fading away into something more like an admiration, trust, and deep comfort. Simply put, you loved him. It remained unanswered whether your feelings were returned.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Hamilton characters as modern-day college students?

Okay this is super long, so I think I’ll have to cut it short to HamilSquad + ABURR + Schuyler Sisters. I’M SORRY!! If there’s anyone else you want me to do, let me know! 

Alexander: Pre-law- Political Science. He’s roommates with Aaron Burr who is also in political science. They get along with each other for the most part, but Alexander is extroverted and likes to talk, whereas Aaron is super quite. They’re both pretty clean people, but Alexander gets chaotic when he’s writing an essay (which is all the time). There’ll be papers everywhere, and everything he has is untouched. His bed will barely be slept on since he lives in the library. He’s never in his room tbh. Tried joining the debate club, but was kicked out for picking fights with everyone. Has a soft spot for John, and he’s the only one who can calm John down when he gets into a fight. Same with John, he’s the only who can calm Alexander down. Despite loving to debate with people, he’s actually more interested in policy making. 

Aaron: Pre-law- Political Science. He’s super clean, super smart, and super in a bunch of debate clubs I’m pretty sure. He’ll be president of the debate club or something. Usually he doesn’t even debate, but he’s not afraid to educate the hot-headed newcomers (coughAlexcough). Everyone thinks he’s a master student because of how mature and quiet he is, and everyone just assumes he has his life together. He’s never late to anything, coffee in hand, going to 8:30 classes, dressed to a T. He never sleeps past midnight, and wakes up at sunrise- probs doesn’t even need an alarm clock. He strives to be a lawyer. He doesn’t get angry much (like at all), but there are rumours that he’s willing to kill a man when he’s angry… 

John: Environmental science. I don’t know why but I see him being a nature lover. He loves hikes, and just going out. He’s roommates with Hercules, and they both get along relatively together. He’s kind of quiet, and doesn’t drink as much (he can’t take alcohol), but he goes out with Hercules every weekend to drink. He has a pet turtle (of course). He’s pretty quick to anger, and doesn’t hesitate yelling at someone for not recycling. Everyone thinks he’s this smol child who needs protecting, but he’s super feisty. Everyone compares him to Alexander, but they soon found out that Alexander and John has a soft spot for each other. They’re the only ones who somehow can calm the other down when they get angry. He’s barely passing his classes. 

Hercules: Engineer. He’s really good with his hands, and loves knitting as his hobby. He’s a big guy who loves going to the gym. He’s rather loud, but he listens very well. In a group setting, he’ll somehow still be on top of everyone’s conversation- it’s rather scary. He’s VERY graceful with his actions- everyone thinks he’ll be gruff and boisterous- though his mouth is, his actions are far from it. When he puts a hand on someone’s shoulder they expect a slap, but it’ll be a gentle touch, and he’s very tentative when touching other people… idk if that makes sense, but he’s just SUPER GENTLE WITH PEOPLE OKAY?? He’s also an extrovert, but when he’s not with people he likes reading manuals. He’s doing super well in his classes, and no one knows how he does it?? 

Gilbert: Communications Studies (w/ focus on International relations). He’s good at language and he’s charming. He’ll definitely grow up to be an ambassador, or something along those lines. But he’s an international student who lives in a single room in dorm, and he met the HamilSquad by being a bit too friendly in the bathroom. He probs went around having conversations in the bathroom without even a towel. He goes through classes with a breeze. Like he doesn’t even buy the textbooks or goes to classes, but he’s on the Dean’s Honour List. 

Angelica: Pre-law- Political Science. Like Alexander, Angelica is more into policy making. She’s interested in looking at the protocols of various admin groups, and making sure it’s fair for everyone. She hates to see people get ripped off, and would be more than willing to help anyone fight for their rights. She’s super intelligent- everyone thinks she’s the female version of Aaron, but seriously she’s so much better. She keeps cool in tough times, and doesn’t falter when it comes to stressful times. She also has two younger sisters who goes to the same school, and she adores them! They’re pretty much together at all times- they have a house near the school. It’s a little harder to approach her because of her tough exterior, but she is such a sweetheart when you get to know her (especially if you’re a woman). She’s the MOM FRIEND who will make sure you pay your phone bills on time, enrol in class, and makes sure you actually GO TO CLASS. 

Eliza: Nursing. She’s a huge people person, and super friendly with everyone. She’s more approachable than Angelica, but she does have a temper. She’s pretty hot-headed at times, but no one usually sees that side of her. If she doesn’t agree with someone she’ll rant about it to Angelica at home. She is top at her class, and she’s a tutor to the younger nursing groups. When someone is having trouble with bedside manners during their hospital rounds, she’ll be the one to teach them. She bakes a lot, and would bring homemade cookies to study group meetings, and to her class, and just anyone she meets. She probably smells like cookie dough. 

Peggy: Music. She has A BEAUTIFUL VOICE, and just will suck your soul out with her singing. She has a youtube and is already super popular there. She’s seriously so good, and I don’t even know why she’s in school bc she already has a contract with a major music label! She’ll be releasing her first album soon- all she’s been doing is covers/singles so this is pretty exciting for her. She knows how to play various instruments: piano, violin, guitar, and saxophone. She really likes jazz and R&B, but she’s pretty well-rounded with her choice in music. She’s in the choir group in the university, but she dropped out because she didn’t feel comfortable with everyone putting her on a pedestal there. On Friday nights you’ll find her in the nearest bar on karaoke night or in a coffee house, singing. She’s really passionate about her music, and her sisters WILL ALWAYS see her performance- no matter what. 

Taylor Swift MIA: 7 Legit(ish) Theories To Explain Where The Popstar Has Disappeared To

20 April 2017, 17:29


We’ve got a real quick question for you:

Where the F is Taylor Swift at the moment?

We’re used to seeing her all over Instagram with her girl gang, or leaving the gym looking sweaty yet stylish (shout out to that time she used a £££££ Celine handbag as her gym bag).

But recently, our favourite pop princess has been a little MIA, so we thought it was about time that we figured out where on earth she is.

Or, at least, speculate and put together some outlandish theories - basically the same thing right?

So, here it goes.

Last Spotted: 11th January 2017

Last Performed: 4th February 2017

Last Posted (On Instagram): February/March-ish

Current Location: New York (we think…)

Recent Meetings: We saw Ed Sheeran leave her apartment in Manhattan back in March… Other than that, not much to report.

Theory #1: She’s Living A Quieter Life.

Back in March, police arrested a man for burglary, stalking and trespassing in Taylor’s apartment. A criminal complaint stated that the guy turned up at least four times in the past two months.

Whilst we really hope that it’s not the reason she’s been living a quieter life, we don’t blame her for wanting to take a small break.

Theory #2: She’s Exhausted.

Just us or did her 1989 world tour seem to go on FOREVER? Thus, we’re not really surprised that she wanted a bit of downtime.

Theory #3: She’s Pulling An Ed Sheeran.  

‘An Ed Sheeran’: When a popstar goes in hiding for a period of time before coming back and releasing ALL the music and getting ALL the number ones.

See also: Adele.

Theory #4: She’s In The Studio.

It wouldn’t surprise us if she had built a studio in her apartment so she has no reason to leave the house. Much like other artists, perhaps she is locking herself away from the world to focus on her next album. An album of which her BFF, Ed Sheeran, hinted that we could be getting around Christmas time.

Theory #5: She’s Gone Missing.  

Some fans are seriously concerned about Taylor’s absence from all things to do with life and are even speculating that she’s gone missing. Oh, and that her record label is currently looking for a clone to replace her.

Theory #6: She’s Still Mourning The Hiddleswift Break-Up.

Others think that ex boyfriend Tom Hiddleston is the reason that we haven’t heard much from Taylor recently. Perhaps she’s sticking to her lyric “we are never ever getting back together” and is now seeing someone new that she wants to keep hidden from the world.

Theory #7: She’s The Founder Of The Church Of Satan.

Okay, we’re sorry but this one is surely the most ridiculous nonsense ever?!

Rumour has it that Taylor Swift (in this case, the clone) was created in order to get more people into the Church of Satan. Taylor Swift was born in 1989, and Schreck (the person that Taylor is meant to be a clone of) left the church in 1990.

Here’s the video that everyone is basing speculation on:

ts1989fanatic this is the one I’m going with. Theory #3: She’s Pulling An Ed Sheeran.  And possibly this one   Theory #4: She’s In The Studio. or some combination of the two.

under, over

i sacrificed sleep and risked relatively stable mental health for you Nam Taehyun, I hope you’re happy

[► pairing : Nam Taehyun + Reader]

[► genre : explicit smut, dom/sub undertones, rough sex, fluff, bad!boy nam taehyun (but kinda not really), college/university au]

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[►summary: He’ll turn you under and over, inside and out, and play with the strings of your heart like they were made to be manipulated by his finger tips.

Being afraid has never felt so good. ]


That’s all evenings like these come down to, stealing pockets of minutes and seconds, rushing from coffee with Lena, best friend of four years and her broken-in-by-3-months silvery haired girlfriend Su-Min (both of whom knew you hated coffee, so you decided to be enraged at the fact they’d invited you to third wheel at a fucking Costa) to a subway ride through hell, hoping and praying that it would come flying off the tracks, killing you in one bone crushing swoop. Wishing that if the whole freak-accident thing was too much of a stretch for the powers above, trying to compress your life into a series of humiliating anecdotes, they’d turn the men who are making no secret of the fact they’re clearly scoping out the curve of your ass and bare thighs turn blind.

Admittedly, it’s not the lack of time molding your face into a scowl, or the bitter slickness of coffee on your tongue pushing curses from your mouth as you jog back to the apartment complexes just outside the university, backpack straps looped around one hand.

You aren’t even that angry at the fact you let Lena, coffee loving and alcohol adoring fiend that she is, convince you that a Friday night party at the biggest frat house on campus hosted by none other than Jung Hoseok - talented, hyperactive and infuriatingly loveable second year - was worth hauling ass and soul for, practically kneeing yourself as you sprint up the stairs to your apartment that you’ll actually have time to shower, change, and ready yourself for untold hours of social interaction.

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Partner (p. 9)

parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | end

extras: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader x Slight Jimin

genre: Fluff, Angst

wordcount: 3100

synopsis: You’ve been helping BTS co-produce music for as long as you can remember. Because of that, you’ve spent most of your career working alongside Min Yoongi. On the cusp of achieving a dream you’ve all worked so hard for, another wish is realized along the way.

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Got7 | Rumours

Genre: angst and fluff

Pairing: reader x jinyoung

Word count: 1,250

AN: This was fun to write sorry it took a while! Enjoy! | Requests open


“Crap!” you yelled as you sat up on the sofa. Your boyfriend Jinyoung was away at an award ceremony tonight and you’d promised to watch him but you’d fallen asleep and just woken up. It must be almost over by now and he’d surely already received his award. Usually, you watched the award ceremonies live from your apartment because the two of you hadn’t gone public yet so he couldn’t get you a seat at any of the tables for fear of raising suspicion. You’d had a long shift at work all day and had barely managed to get home in time to watch the ceremony but evidently, the day had taken its toll on you and you fell asleep not long after getting home.

You turned on the television to the channel that the award ceremony was being aired on to see if there was anything left or even a slight chance of a recap at the end but as soon as the channel came on, you saw the two MCs for the night signing off and the adverts starting to play afterwards.

“Nice one Y/n.” you sighed to yourself. Leaning back on the sofa in defeat, you noticed your phone on the side. Got7 were a highly popular group so surely there’d be clips of them receiving their award online by now and you could watch it before Jinyoung returned home. You assumed he and the other members would go out for some beef or a drink or two to celebrate before coming home.

You opened up Youtube on your phone and searched for this years award ceremony and surely enough there it was, the whole thing put online not more than ten minutes ago. Clicking on the video you skipped forward to the music section of the awards and watched from there. There were a couple of groups you recognised receiving awards. Astro got the rookie award and a group you liked, Seventeen, performed their latest song. Next came the solo singers. The award for female singers went to a fairly new idol called Minseo. She wore a shortish red dress and black heels and you noticed how pretty she was when she gave her acceptance speech.  As she came off the stage to return to her seat, she walked over to Got7’s table rather than returning to her own and threw her arms around Jinyoung’s shoulders bringing him in to a hug. He hugged her back for a few seconds before smiling at her and only walked away when Got7 were asked to go up on stage for their own award. Okay, you thought. They probably just know each other from work. She probably works for JYP, you told yourself. Though there was something about the way she smiled at him that told you otherwise.

Brushing it off, you watched the rest of the video and then scrolled down to the comments to read what people thought as you did with most videos Got7 were in. You loved seeing the kind things fans wrote about them especially Jinyoung as it reminded you just how lucky you were to have such a talented boyfriend. You started reading the comments about how talented Got7 were and how much they deserved the award they received and you were sat there smiling like a fool until you read one comment that had lots of likes and replies and it made you stop in your tracks.

“OMG did you see how Minseo looked at Jr!! They would be such a cute couple.”

You looked at the replies and felt your heart sink.

“I swear they’re already dating?”

“Okay but did you see the video of Minseo where she describes her ideal man, it’s basically Jinyoung in a nutshell!”

“MINYOUNG!!!” This particular comment had over one hundred likes and you put your phone down close to tears. Was Jinyoung cheating on you? What if JYP had set them up for publicity and he hadn’t told you? Picking up your phone once more you opened safari and before you knew it, you were searching “Minyoung dating rumours” and burst into tears at the things you saw. All kinds of interviews and photos of the two together but he’d never mentioned her to you before. Why was he keeping her friendship or whatever was between them a secret from you? You couldn’t stay in the apartment any longer. You were too confused and upset to be able to face Jinyoung when he came home and you didn’t want to ruin his mood when he came home to see you.

You sent a text to your best friend telling her that you were going to come round and that you’d explain when you got there. She was the only one who knew about you and Jinyoung and you trusted her completely. She’d also met Jinyoung and the other boys before so you knew they all got on well. She told you that was okay and as soon as you received her reply, you shot out of the apartment and went to her house.


Once you’d explained to your friend what was going on, she reassured you Jinyoung must love you because stringing you along and not being able to tell people about your relationship literally offered no benefit to him other than your company so it’d be dumb for him to do something like that. She also reminded you about how the media these days fed off of any rumour they could and would often blow things completely out of proportion. You felt reassured by her words but then felt overcome with guilt at the thought of Jinyoung alone at home probably worrying out of mind.

“Oh my god, I need to go find Jinyoung. He has no idea where I am.”

“Don’t worry he’s on his way now.” Your friend said putting her phone on the side. You looked at her questioningly. “Well, a while back, Mark gave me his number and I texted him ages ago to tell Jinyoung that if he was worrying that you were here so he wouldn’t panic. You know what those boys are like and oh god could you imagine Youngjae if he thought you were missing” she laughed.

“Wait so Jinyoung’s coming over now?”

“Yeah all of the boys are, I texted Mark to bring Jinyoung down once I’d talked some sense into you.”

You were about to thank her when you heard a knock at the door and she left to open it. You took in a deep breath as seven rowdy boys joined the two of you in the living room. You silently walked over to Jinyoung where he stood looking almost nervous.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, the crazy dating rumours between you and Minseo just got to me a little.” You said feeling foolish.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve explained sooner… I don’t like her that much by the way she’s actually kind of annoying but I can’t exactly reject her in front of the cameras.” he chuckled.

“No it’s fine please. Don’t worry let’s just focus on celebrating your award.” You smiled. “I’m so proud of you.” You said hugging him tightly. He hugged you back even tighter before whispering I love you into you ear.

“Okay once you two are done being gross, we should go party! You up for it y/n?”

“Count me in!” you smiled taking hold of Jinyoung’s hand and feeling him squeeze it slightly. “Let’s go!”

Assorted Mahoutokoro Headcanons

Mostly written because I found what Rowling wrote about the place to be unsatisfactory. Also because I want to write sports anime Wizarding AUs without putting them in Hogwarts because HEY, everyone in those is Japanese.

It’s situated in Hokkaido, so the winters are very harsh and winter holidays last two months. It used to be in Kyoto, but when the International Statute of Secrecy came into effect, it was moved.

It’s surrounded by magical cherry trees that blossom nearly all year round, except for December and January. When the last cherry blossom petals fall, that’s when winter holidays start.

The school itself is a collection of old towers and temples, but has since been expanded since the Japanese population boom. There are plenty of tsukumogami inside, and students have learnt to live with inanimate objects suddenly coming to life. There is also an actual shrine, tended by a small community of karasu tengu. The forests surrounding the school are populated with large quantities of youkai, some more mischievous but friendly, like the tanuki and kitsune, and some downright dangerous, such as the infamous jorogumo that dwells deep in the heart of the forest (which the Muggle-born students have finally give the nickname Shelob to).

Until very, very recently, students were divided by blood status into three separate dormitories: purebloods, half-bloods and Muggle-borns. An International Confederation of Wizards decree (pushed for by more openly Muggle-friendly countries like Germany, Austria, the Nordic countries and New Zealand) now states that blood status cannot be a factor in wizarding education. A lot of Japanese pureblood families are very angry about this and some removed their children from the school entirely. There are some students who are part-youkai or other magical creature, mostly kitsune. With the full integration of the student population there has been a major overhaul in sleeping arrangements: up until the fourth year, students are divided by gender into two large dormitories, and then, in fifth year, they are divided into rooms of two on the higher floors. There are two separate towers: the Karasu Tower for boys, and the Hakuchou Tower for girls.

Pureblood and some half-blood families send their children to school at seven. Until eleven they make extensive use of the Floo network to return home every evening. These classes, however, do not involve much magic and are mostly to do with maths, reading and writing, music and art. There has been a major push for science to be included, since the Japanese Ministry of Magic started an extensive modernisation campaign of the Wizarding Community. School traditionally starts for all students at age eleven, when magical lessons start for pureblood students. There are no elective classes. The curriculum is strict and demanding, with a great deal of focus placed on Arithmancy, History of Magic and Charms. Clubs involve Quidditch, various study clubs, hobby clubs and a Muggle Culture club. Muggle Studies is not a subject (however, the International Confederation of Wizards is considering making it a compulsory subject worldwide), nor is Ancient Runes or Care of Magical Creatures.

School starts in April (there is a three week spring holiday in March). There are also holidays for various Japanese festivals and a month in July. Muggle friends of wizards and witches are often confused by this timetable. They do have half a day of school on a Saturday.

School uniforms have taken slightly more inspiration from Muggles, but they’re closer to Meiji-era than modern. Boys wear a gakuran that is slightly longer than Muggle versions and a cap, girls wear cherry pink kimono with black hakama. Both wear a knee-length black cape, and generally some style of black boots. Instead of the tradition of boys giving the second button of their uniform to the girls they love, there is a tradition of swapping cape-clasps. Previously, the cape-clasps differed between blood status, with pureblood having blue, half-bloods green and Muggle-borns red. Students have often caused a stir when trading cape-clasps between blood statuses in the past, and pureblood students have sometimes been disowned for this practice if word has gotten to their parents.

The Seven School Mysteries include a haunted music room, the Maiden in White (a pureblood girl who threw herself from the Hakuchou Tower when her half-blood beloved was forced to commit seppuku. She often helps half-blood and Muggle-born students with their homework), Shelob herself, the dancing oni statue and a supposed magical scroll that, if read, will grant the reader a whole school career of good grades.

Popular pets apart from normal owls and cats include crows, pipe-foxes, small tsukumogami such as cellphones, pencilcases and such and nekomata.

Crows are the symbol of the school. The school crest is a crow on a field of pink cherry blossoms, holding a wand in its talon.

The place is unplottable and, if seen from the air, will manifest itself as a collection of unsavoury-looking, rotten old temples. There have also been rumours seeded among the locals that there are some particularly vicious wild boar and bears in the area, which keeps Muggles away.

Its student population now comprises mostly Muggle-borns from urban areas. Thanks to this it has become one of only three schools worldwide that actually allow electronics to function, and one of only two to have a wi-fi connection (the other being Ilvermorny, with which it offers exchange programs).

There are rumours of some female students becoming what some call “magical girls”, but these are not confirmed.

Next Door || Suga


Summary: BoyNextDoor!AU. If there was only one word you could used to describe your current situations, then you would ironically use ineffable. Why? Because you just discovered your long term crush was living right next door.

Word Count: 1, 532

A/N: Ahhhh, thank you very much for the request my dear! I’m loving this AU and I hope you enjoy the scenario! Sorry for the long wait, but it took a while to get to this! xx

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“[Y/N] you ready? We’re going to be late.” You heard your older brother call from the bottom of the staircase and you rushed out of your room, adjusting your school uniform as you did.

“Yeah, coming now, hold on.” You replied, swinging your backpack over your shoulders as you dashed down the staircase to meet him.

Seokjin smiled as you approached, holding out a slice of toast you happily took for him for breakfast. “We’re leaving Mum, bye!” He yelled, following you out the front door without waiting for a response. You both climbed into his car and as soon as you sat down, Seokjin started driving.

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It's Kind Of Complicated [GOT7 Series]

Originally posted by got7--af

Summary: In which you, the new girl in school unknowingly captures the hearts of most of the GOT7 boys, who are determined to make you theirs.

Word Count: 9 428 (yasss I did write an entire novel)

Type: School! AU/ Comedy/ Fluff/ Angst

Characters: GOT7, with guest appearances by other Kpop groups

A/N: I was brainstorming ideas for this series and askfgsjwidncksi I’m seriously so excited to write this! As you can tell by the amount of words this part has, I introduced a lot of those new ideas into this chapter before this series really starts. I seriously hope you baby stars enjoy this and are just as excited as I am for this series! X

P.S I’m so sorry, but this isn’t properly edited and I apologise for that and the mistakes you may encounter! :(

Happy reading! X

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It was dark and early when you woke up the next day, almost as if you had woken up in the middle of the night, or woke up at night during the next day, which you doubted without a second thought.

You sluggishly sat upwards in your toasty bed, your sleepy half closed eyes searching around your somewhat clean bedroom and turning towards the alarm clock on your beside table, surprised to see that you woke up before you were forced to.

Shrugging off your surprise, you made your way out of your bed, saying your goodbyes to the place where your dreams and peace laid and got yourself ready for yet another day at school.

Unlike any other day, you got ready in a fair amount of time while still managing to please yourself with the way you looked, even getting the opportunity to sit down in the vacant and chilly kitchen and calmly eat your breakfast. You finished up your food rather quickly, going on to preparing some plain coffee for your sleeping parents that you knew all too well needed their daily dose of caffeine for their crazy and hectic jobs. You decided then it was best to just make your way to school now before you would lazy around the house and end up falling asleep because of how boring and silent the home was at this hour.

When you arrived at your fairly new school, you were greeted by a few exhausted students ambling out their dormitory building with either cups of coffee or books in their hands and an excited Jackson, who jogged by your side as you rode on your turquoise bicycle that you received on your birthday last year from one of your closest friends that hadn’t gotten the chance to text you back ever since you moved. Or just didn’t care enough about your friendship, you were secretly hoping it wasn’t the latter.

“You’re rather energetic this morning,” You observed with a chuckle, climbing off your bicycle and taking off your helmet that matched the colour of your white wheels.

“I’m energetic every morning,” Jackson laughed, stepping forwards to push down the stray strand of your hair that shot up to the sky when you removed your helmet. You smiled as a thanks and continued to listen to Jackson as he explained, “Especially today, because the majority of the classes I have today are with one of my multiple crushes, Hoseok.”

Originally posted by got7ish

“Hosoek?” You inquired with a look of puzzlement, thinking to yourself that the name was only used for a boy, to your knowledge. “Are you…?” You didn’t even finish your question as Jackson answered directly.

“Bisexual, honey.” Jackson confidently spoke to you with a sassy click of the fingers, gazing back at you and asking, “You’re okay with that, right?”

“Of course,” You replied with an easy smile as you securely slung your backpack onto your shoulders and started to walk with Jackson towards your respected buildings, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, some of the international kids here aren’t from countries that allow same sex marriage or even look down upon it, so I was just making sure you’re open-minded enough to accept who I am.” Jackson responded, seeming to be hiding a deep frown that so desperately wanted to spread across his face and alert the whole world about how the always vibrant and happy Jackson Wang, for the first time was actually sad.

“Don’t worry, I’m open-minded enough.” You chuckled lightly as you noticed how you were approaching the Leonard building where you would having your first class of the day: Drama.

You bit down on your bottom lip, biting back a question that begged to leave the confinement of your naturally pretty plain lips. Instead, you cleared your throat and asked Jackson, “So, this Hoseok character? Tell me all about him.”

Just when you asked this question, you had the blessing of witnessing how the minor frown on Jackson’s face instantly disappear and was replaced with the brightest and fondest of smiles, his eyes glowing with glee as he looked right at you and began to animatedly explain, “Well, basically, Hoseok is like, one of my many crushes at this school. He’s probably number two or three on my crush list. There’s eleven of them FYI,”

“Who’s number one?” You curiously questioned, gripping tightly onto the strap of your backpack when noticing the person who began walking in front of both Jackson and you.

Of course, it just had to be Jaebum, the gorgeous boy with dirty pick-up lines who you had to see first thing in the morning. Despite the fact you could only see the flirtatious boy from the back, you still had to admire the creation of him. Muscular back muscles that were made to be visible and appreciated to the public in that tight black shirt he wore, slightly baggy denim blue jeans that somehow managed to make your eyes trail towards his butt that was no where near small.

You shook your head when realising your thoughts were getting too dirty at this time of the day. You turned your focus away from the devilishly good-looking boy and turned to Jackson, catching on to him saying, “…There’s no number one. I can’t chose - they’re all so perfect that it was too difficult to even place Hoseok at second place.”

“So, who are the other ten people that managed to capture Mr. Jackson Wang’s heart?” You jokingly quizzed, earning an amused smile from the boy himself before he looked away, shielding his cheeks from being seen with a flustered blush coating them.

He stopped walking for a moment, bringing you to a stop as he looked upwards at the brick ceiling that was miraculously decorated with pastel baby blue and white paints that made up a 3D painting of a cloudy blue sky.

Jesus, people are so talented here, you thought to yourself when your eyes stared up at the painted ceiling in curiosity, but mostly admiration. Admiration for the students who possessed so much talent within them that they envisioned this perfect blue sky and used the vital tools of their vivid imagination and their painting materials and created a masterpiece.

“There’s like, seven guys and four girls, so you could say I’m leaning towards being gay more than anything,” Jackson informed you, going ahead to explain to you who these people were that swept him off his feet with their so-called flawless existence.

The first of the eleven was obviously Hoseok, who caught Jackson’s eyes the second he flashed his infectious dimpled smile his way when Jackson let a humorous joke leave his lips in class without much thought. From that exact moment, when two locked eyes, Jackson knew that he liked Hoseok more than a mutual person he occasionally talked to.

Originally posted by bangthebae

Coincidentally, all his other six male crushes were best friends with Hosoek while the rest were popular girls at school that he gave a second glance as they walked past him, their vanilla or floral scent reeling him into their trap filled with cheap stuffed animals and expensive make-up.

After Hoseok was his closest friend and first crossdresser to attend their school, Park Jimin. Jackson liked him for his loving personality, but also because he - although he didn’t exactly admit to it - had a fetish for small boys with thick thighs like Jimin in skirts. After innocent skirt wearing Jimin, there was the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the supposed international playboy who basically sweet-talked all their international students in their native tongues, which is how Jackson ended up under his spell when Jungkook said he would give him a blowjob in broken Chinese after their baseball practice one afternoon. Then came Kim Taehyung, Jungkook’s rumoured to be friends with benefits partner and supernatural obsessed - mostly vampire obessed - friend of Hoseok.

After Taehyung came emo music producer Yoongi that sadly was following the career path of an accountant rather than an actual music producer because of his controlling partners. Then came voted as the most handsome and dramatic boy in school, Seokjin that had all the money in the world, thanks to his parents that ran a rich oil company in Dubai. Lastly (out of the boys), there was Namjoon, the clumsy philosopher who aced everything given to students that counted towards their grades.

  The rest of Jackson’s crushes were girls by the names of Jo Eunae, Kim Minyoung, Shin Jimin and Hirai Momo. Judging by the way Jackson talked about their glamorous features with such admiration and astonishment, there was no doubt in your mind that those girls were as beautiful as those models that walk down catwalks, this being one of the many reasons why they were all on the cheerleading squad and were ‘too cool for commoners such as Jackson’ which to you, was total bullshit, but hey, at least Jackson had other options, right? Hopefully, those options weren’t as shallow.

“I’ve gotta head to dance class,” Jackson alerted you with a soft smile, going in and giving you a short hug that caught you off guard just the tiniest bit since you haven’t hugged him before. “See ya!”

Smiling a shy smile, you bid Jackson farewell, noticing how he began to skip off to his class, happily giggling as people in the hallways barely noticed his outstanding amount of energy and enthusiasm, mostly because he was always like this. You smiled in amusement as you shook your head, thinking to yourself Jackson was just too adorable with his several crushes and cute little fantasies of possibly marrying them at his own dream wedding.

You turned around to walk to your drama class at the end of the hallway, but just as you were about to enter the auditorium, you ended up colliding with a buff chest that in dramatic terms almost broke your entire nose, the impact of your collision causing you to stumble backwards, desperately trying to find your sense of balance.

“Oh, what do you know? It’s (Y/N),” Your eyes straightaway widened when you heard his voice, your head slowly lifting upwards as your surprised pair of eyes stared into his fierce pair of bright burning brown eyes. “Still remember me, baby girl?”

Originally posted by amerthaikong

“Jaebum,” You named the boy with a nervous smile and a blush that was discreetly creeping to the surface of your cheeks, this being caused by that damned petname Jaebum had given you without your consent. “How could I forget?”

Jaebum let out a subtle cocky chuckle, crossing his muscular arms over her toned chest before asking you, “You take drama?”

“It’s the only thing I’m good at.” You joked without giving it a second thought, glad to hear yet another chuckle leave Jaebum’s lips you couldn’t help but notice were thin and a pretty pastel pink colour.

“You’re funny. I like that,” Jaebum commented lowly, the drop of his tone beginning to raise red flags in your mind as you watched him step closer to you, the space between the two of you almost non-existent if you didn’t move right then and there.

You cleared your throat, making it very clear that you were just too awkward for this kind of situation, especially since you’re new to the school and stepped backwards, nervously smiling as you mentioned to Jaebum, “Well, we better head inside. I’m sure the bell is suppose to ring soon.”

You quickly ran inside the auditorium where your drama classes were said to be held without listening to Jaebum’s reply, avoiding any more interactions with Jaebum, who simply stood at the doorway, truthfully stunned that you ran away from him the moment things got a little intense between the two of you.

As you ventured further into the auditorium with red velvet seats and the biggest stage you’d ever laid your eyes on, you turned your head to inspect where you would seat since some students who arrived earlier had already taken their seats and were using their last minutes of freedom to either listen to music or casually text someone. You were surprised to find a familiar head full of fair blond hair seated in one of the isles that was deserted for some odd reason, but smiled regardless of the oddness of it all and walked into that isle, plotting yourself down on the seat right next to the person.

He tore his undivided attention away from the intriguing book in his hands when he noticed you — or someone in his mind at the time — taking a seat right beside him and was about to question why they had chosen to sit there but was awfully surprised to be greeted by you, smiling a timid yet bright smile as you eagerly waved at him. “Good morning, Mark.”

Mark took a few seconds to reply to you since he was still attempting to recover from the electric shock that buzzed right through him when his eyes laid on you — in the classroom, that he was in. It was a lot to take in that early in the morning. “M-morning, Y/N.”

Originally posted by yugyeom

I didn’t know you took drama,“ You commented, still with that bright smile of yours as you quickly checked your phone for any texts that you had left unanswered and turned your phone off.

"Well, I do,” Mark awkwardly answered and immediately regretted even opening his mouth because of cringe-worthy his awkwardness was. “I thought — well, the school counsellor thought it would be a great way for me to break out of my shell. You know, after I asked her about what subjects I should chose this year,”

“I’m surprised,” You turned to face him. “I didn’t know you were the type to have a shell.”

Mark let out a half-hearted chuckle, the fair haired senior so use to hearing those words leave the lips of the variety of people he had come across his entire life. Mark then sighed in defeat before responding to you, “Yeah, well, people surprise you.”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond to him and question what he truly meant by what he said or simply agree with him, you heard the loud knocks of high heels nailing down on the stage as an older women, who you were assuming was your teacher, strolled onto the stage appearing very much like the drama teacher from the famous Disney movie, High School Musical.

“Hello everyone! I’m Ms. McKenzie. Welcome, welcome, welcome to my beloved auditorium, where you’ll be portraying different roles, learning about one another, but also finding out that there’s more to you than you think,” Your drama teacher introduced herself, as well as what your semester here in drama class consisted of which made both you and Mark steal a quick surprised glance at one another.

“Since I seemed to have forgotten my file with all of the semesters plans and I honestly don’t have work for you today, let’s do some improv!” Ms. Mckenzie stated with a big glorious smile that could just light up the entire stage.

She quickly jogged off the stage and came back in a flash with what looked like a class list and a magician’s black and white top hat. She took a long moment to scan the list because her poor eye-sight, retrieving a small slip of paper out of the magician’s top hat with a devious smirk as she finally announced, “Mr. Im Jaebum and Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, you’re up,”

A heavy amount of anxiety stored itself in your lungs when you heard your name being called out, your eyes growing wide at the reality of your name being said out loud by your teacher and having your name called with Jaebum sinking in deep into your ear and into your skin that was suddenly covered with goosebumps. An anxious smile broke out onto the surface of your face when your classmates turned their heads to look at you. All the eyes on you honestly made you feel even more anxious, especially the eyes of Im Jaebum.

With a antsy glance at Mark, who was ultimately your only friend amongst the numerous students in your class, you willed yourself to stand up from your seat and took hesitant steps towards the stage where Jaebum stood, casually sucking on a lollipop even though you were pretty sure that pupils weren’t allowed to eat in a classroom.

Jaebum read over the strip of paper he was handed by Ms. Mckenzie before she took a seat on one of the many empty seats in the squeaky clean auditorium. He lifted his head and solely stared deeply into your eyes, then smirked just like Ms. McKenzie did, which was starting to make you wonder what was it that made them smirk so much?

Action!” Ms. McKenzie yelled out with a clap, and that’s when all the trouble started. Just with one clap and yell.

You closely observed Jaebum clear his throat, somehow disposing of that lollipop he had when you weren’t looking and began your improv act, “So, you think flirting with some guy to make me jealous was smart?”

Your mouth begged, pleaded, whatever it could do to gap wide open to a prove how shell-shocked you were by Jaebum’s question, but then you suddenly remembered that this was improv, improv done in your drama class for the first time and you just had to make it good otherwise no one would really change their first impression of you and your horrible acting. Therefore, you smacked a cocky grin onto your face just like Jaebum often did, that cocky grin complimented with a confident lip bite and the action of you folding your arms over your chest as you answered him suggestively, “Maybe,”

“I mean, what else am I suppose to do when you’re crying to your mommy about how much more money I make than you?” You inquired with a raised eyebrow, your inquiry getting an explosive response from your classmates who hollered and cheered at your sassy comeback.

  Jaebum, despite being incredibly insulted, sent a tender smile your way, mirroring your arched eyebrow as he questioned, “Oh, so it’s like that now, huh? Bringing up the one thing that’s on your mind?”

You’re about to retaliate, say something that will get another explosive response from your classmates, but Jaebum beats you to it — in a completely different way you intended. Using the dresser that had been randomly left onstage that was placed behind you, Jaebum stormed towards you in a mad rush, your first instinct to stumble backwards and ultimately have your back hit against the dresser.

With no where to go, you stood against the dresser with a look of bewilderment on your face as Jaebum didn’t seem to stop his mad rush of fury and in conclusion, he slammed his hand against the wooden dresser doors right next to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at the loud impact and closeness of the boy with dirty pick-up lines and wrong intentions.

The air heavily filled with tension as silence lingered with the tension. Your classmates and Ms. McKenzie are on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting someone’s next move while you just stood there, your chest rising upwards more faster than a few seconds ago, your eyes locked on the intense pair of eyes of Jaebum, who had you cornered.

“Look at you, already putty in my hands,” Jaebum cockily commented and he observed your in fact real signs of alarm, “I didn’t even do anything and you’ve already forgotten about that loser you were flirting with,”

Unexpectedly, Jaebum’s other hand came up to cup your jaw, his ice cold touch raising the hairs on the back of your neck immediately as he moved your chin upwards, your lips only mere centimetres apart. “Tell me, baby girl, did you kiss him?”

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By this time, you had long forgotten all about the fact that you were suppose to be acting in front of your classmates, and had just put yourself in a world with only Jaebum and you in your current position. You swallowed a nervous lump that developed in your throat, opening your mouth to stutter out while your eyes were locked in his, “N-No,”

Good,” Jaebum stated with a satisfied smirk and before you knew what was going on, you felt Jaebum’s lips pressed against yours. At first, you were quite surprised by the kiss, mostly because of how delicate his soft lips were pressed against yours. You’d assumed that he reeked of dominance since the day you met him, he had to be rough, but no, he wasn’t — well, not at that moment. The whole world dissipated and the two of you are left where you are in a black abyss of nothingness, his lips pressed against yours in the sweetest, most addicting and gentlest way possible.

Surprisingly, you were the one who pushed his actions further, your one arm going to wrap around the side of his hip and the other cupping his lukewarm cheek as you moved your lips against his. Instantaneously, these daring actions of yours got him to copy your moves as the passion, the fireworks, the dynamite just exploded — both in your heart and around you.

As hungry as your heated kiss seemed to be, it was quick to end when Jaebum pulled away a minute later, having that damned smirk practically cemented to his face as you feel his thumb ghost over your bottom lip that’d darkened a tone and was beginning to swell from the extensive amount of kissing as he whispered to you and only you, “You kiss pretty good, baby girl,”

Without any hesitation, your cheeks felt as if they’d been on placed against the very surface of the sun’s core and you looked down at your shoes in embarrassment, your hands long gone from their shameful places on Jaebum.

Oh, good gracious! That’s the best acting I’ve seen in years,” Ms. McKenzie expressed with a ton of enthusiasm as she climbed up the stairs to the stage in a haste and speed-walked to the two of you who had spilt apart. “Oh gosh, you two have so much chemistry! Are you dating?”

No!” You denied with no time intervening, avoiding Jaebum’s eyes that gazed upon you when he noticed how fast you were to deny any relationship between the two of you — almost as if you were embarrassed or disgusted to be associated with him.

“Oh, that’s a shame. There’s so much passion that’s shared between the two of you,” Ms. McKenzie insisted with a pout that was speedily replaced with gigantic grin and accompanied by a gasp. “You two should be the lead roles in my play!”

“In your play?” You questioned, only to receive a very exited nod from your drama teacher. “No offence, but I don’t exactly think I’m lead role material.”

“Sure you are,” Ms. McKenzie confirmed as if she just waiting for you to say that. “You’re beautiful, have realistic emotions when you act, look like the precise size of the clothing made for the character, and you have incredible with Jaebum here. You’re perfect for the role!”

You can only take in what Ms. McKenzie with silence, a smile threatening to blossom onto your face, especially when Ms. McKenzie reached out to yank Jaebum’s ear, a pained yelp escaping his lips as she asked Jaebum, “You’re taking part in this play, right Mr.Im?”

Jaebum rolled his eyes in annoyance, his rude gesture earning him another agonising yank of the ear. “Yes, fine! I’ll be in the stupid play, Ms. McKenzie!”

Ms. McKenzie released his ear from her grip, cheerfully clapping her hands together as she mentioned to the two of you and the class, “Splendid! I can’t wait to began the preparations for the big night!”

The second period of the day came rushing towards you, mostly because Ms. McKenzie chose to spend the reminder of your period with her explaining to all your classmates about the new play she’s planning to show later on in the semester that was about a gorgeous-looking loser with a successful girlfriend who had gotten married before they could even graduate high school and are faced with a series of challenges that test their relationship and loyalty to one another.

Once Ms. McKenzie had gotten you onboard after your improv act with Jaebum, you had started to feel more comfortable with obtaining the leading role and began to congratulate yourself for showing so much potential to take on the job so early in the semester. However, there was still something that didn’t sit very well with you — your kiss with Jaebum.

Even though you were totally unwilling to say it out loud or in your head, you had throughly enjoyed your kiss with him and that began to worry you for the sole reason that you just didn’t trust him. He had an aura around him that screamed fuckboy at you, which you couldn’t tolerate at any point in time, and with the way he so easily tried to flirt with you, you couldn’t resist but think, am I the only one?

You were somewhat relieved to discover that your second period Home Economics teacher had a case of food poisoning, which left you, his students, with a free period. Back at your old school, when this kind of scenario took place, pupils were supposed to go to a certain class for substitution. Therefore, you were a little puzzled with what to do with your free period, especially with such an enormous campus that you could still lose yourself in.

By luck, you overheard two guys that were walking in front of you talking about where they would spend their free period. “Well, I don’t think we can leave campus.” A sandy brown haired boy who oddly wore a long black cape informed his friend, who had appealing strawberry blonde hair that you wanted to compliment, but kept that to yourself because of your reserved nature.

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  “We can fool around in the bathroom?” The strawberry blonde haired boy suggested with a naughty smirk and a wiggle of the eyebrow, his hand grabbing a handful of the black cape wearing boy’s butt, who giggled at the intimate touch while your eyes widened in shock.

“No, we got busted the last time,” The sandy brown haired guy complained with his bottom lip protruding out while he batted his long mascara covered eyelashes. “Let’s go to the library and do…stuff.”

“Aww, Taehyung, you’re freaking adorable,” The strawberry blonde cooed lovingly as he pinched the cheek of Taehyung, one of Jackson’s crush. Upon discovering that the cape wearing boy was actually the supernatural obsessed Taehyung, a gasp escaped your lips, grabbing the attention of the two boys.

To save yourself from explaining anything to them, you - in a rushed haste - pretended as if you had broken a nail and cursed, “Fuck, I broke my nail.”

The two of the boys, who you now knew one of them as Taehyung and the strawberry blonde haired boy turned their heads, brushing off your broken nail and making their way to one of the multiple libraries on campus with you silently following behind them.

Naturally, when you entered the library close to your next class, the only thing you could hear in the eerie silence was the sounds of the books pages turning or the sound of someone clearing their throat. You got a whiff of age old books and smiled to yourself. At this point in time, Taehyung and his strawberry blonde haired lover, who was presumably Jungkook, had ventured far into the large library to do what they intended to do, and you were left to do what you pleased.

The first thing that came to mind about what to do was complete scrapbooking the Polaroids you’ve taken in recent days but you were too lazy to stick in your thick brown leather book filled with memories of happiness. You found a table where only one person, a boy with dark brown hair with earphones in, was seated and took a seat at the long table that had around ten chairs around it.

Quietly, you took out your brown leather scrapbook that was covered with various stickers of bands or groups you liked, just like your computer was. You retrieved both your pencil case and photos you had recently taken with your Polaroid camera and began scrapbooking, not fully aware of how the boy you sat across from had taken his earphones out and couldn’t resist but stare at your pictures and watch you work in awe.

A few minutes later, your hand movements were brought to an abrupt halt when you swore you heard the sound of a muffled moan flow into your ears. Startled by the sound, you looked upwards with enlarged eyes, your eyes meeting with the boy who sat across you, who was just as startled as you were. The two of smiled in embarrassment while blushes of humiliation coated the surface of your heated cheeks, the sound of a muffled moan flowing into both your eardrums once again.

  “Oh my gosh,” The boy across you expressed his crystal clear embarrassment, slapping his hand against the skin of his forehead.

“I suspect it’s Taehyung and I think, Jungkook,” You alerted the boy in front of you with a sheepish smile. “I heard them talking about coming here on my way to the library.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it were them,” The dark brown haired boy laughed, zipping up his pencil case as he continued to say, “They honestly…do whatever it is they do anywhere, and I mean, anywhere.”

“That’s…brave but also kind of disturbing,” You commented with an amused snicker, slowly closing your scrap book that contained your recent photos that you hadn’t gotten to sticking in yet.

“Tell me about it,” The boy chuckled and you chuckled with him. He sent you a friendly thin lipped smile as he extended out his hand for you to shake, “I’m Youngjae.”

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“Y/N,” You introduced yourself to Youngjae with a wide smile, gently shaking his hand before the two pulled your hands away from one another.

“I haven’t seen you around, not that I know everyone at this school,” Youngjae mentioned subtly, the two of you snickering suddenly when you heard a faint but harsh, “Oh my fuck, Jungkook!” whisper from one of the shelves nearby.

  “I’m new here,” You explained to Youngjae, watching him nod his head in understanding. A contagious passed by your lips at the thought of whatever it was Jungkook and Taehyung were getting up to behind those shelves and asked Youngjae, “Are those two dating?”

“No, by my knowledge,” Youngjae answered with a shake of the head. “My best friend, Jaebum, who’s kind of popular around here, told me that they’ve just got an intense friends with benefits situation between the two of them. But it’s inevitable that one of them will fall for one another.”

Instead of agreeing with Youngjae like you would of, you were shell-shocked when you learned that Jaebum was best friends with Youngjae. The two looked like complete opposites. Jaebum had that seductive, alluring and cocky aurora around him while Youngjae…well, he was like your typical adorable boy next door kind of guy. You would of never guessed that the two knew each other, let alone were best friends like Youngjae said.

“You’re friends with Jaebum?” You received a casual nod of the head from him, confirming that he was in fact friends with the guy you just kissed exactly thirty minutes ago. Not that you were counting. “Interesting.”

“You have no idea,” Youngjae insisted with a charming smile, that smile not wavering when the two of you heard, “I’m gonna explode, Jungkook, I swear.” from the book shelves nearby.

You spent the reminder of your free period with Youngjae, making quiet conversation with one another and snickering continuously when you heard Jungkook or Taehyung whisper a curse word here and there, or imply that one of them was going to combust. In that time period, you learned about the boy next door, Youngjae who you now considered a friend, seeing as you shared so much information with one another and he even walked you to your next class, after convincing you he wouldn’t be late for his own class, which he was for the first time in his high school career.

Nevertheless, you settled into your Biology class, casually scouting the Biology laboratory with curious eyes that stopped and stared at a fairly small boy with fair blonde hair, happily chatting with strawberry blonde, Jungkook and vampire dressed, Taehyung that sat behind the boy that turned around to talk with them. Seeing that your classmates were filling into the laboratory too fast for your liking, you chose to make your way to the empty seat next to Jimin.

As you approached the desk, you started to feel anxiety invade your chest when your hawk-like ears heard the conversation between the three of them die down as you stood in front of Jimin, smiling a hesitant smile as you politely asked him, “Hi, is it okay if I sit next to you?”

“Be my guest,” Jimin flashed a heart-fluttering smile, accompanied by a unique eyesmile, and you saw why Jackson had a crush on the boy. You sheepishly sat down on the stool next to him, attempting to ignore how Taehyung and Jungkook whispered about the possibility of you following them to the library and maybe even heard what…activities took place there. “Oh my gosh, I love your skirt. Where did you get it?”

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“Oh, one of my friends gave it to me as a birthday present,” You explained to him with a frown that rapidly changed when you remembered, “She gave me another one that didn’t exactly fit me. I’m sure I still have it, I can give it to you when I find it.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go through all that trouble for me,” Jimin insisted almost instantly, placing his pastel pink sweater covered hands over his heated cheeks.

“Oh, hush,” You jokingly commanded with a playful smile and wave of the hand. “I’ll find it for you.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Jimin blushed even more fiercely, sending you an innocent and cheerful smile as he introduced himself, “I’m Park Jimin.”

You bit the inside of your cheek when you felt yourself go to say, “I know,” and simply said to him as you mirrored his smile. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The rest of your class consisted of your teacher, Ms. Roberts, explaining that you were to treat her classroom like your own home and clean up after your series of experiments, as well as inform your classmates about the variety of experiments you were going to evacuate, which included dissecting a cow’s kidney.

  Like your other classes, the last ten minutes of the period were granted as a time where you could get up to whatever you desired, as long as she didn’t have to reprimand anyone for out-of-conduct behaviour. You were included into a chat with three of Jackson’s crushes right away, and boy, you hadn’t enjoyed people’s companies so much than you did in those ten minutes.

It was fascinating for you to talk with each of them, getting a feel of what they were like and learning why Jackson liked them. Interesting enough, you learned that you used the same make-up products and shopped at the same stores as Jimin, who was also a sucker for anyone who complimented his pretty appearance, that Jungkook was fluent enough in twenty worldwide languages to hold a proper conversation with a native speaker and that he was fairly insecure about his newly dyed hair, and that Taehyung loved reading with a passion and was highly obsessed with the Twilight series and other supernatural novels.

  Right after your next period, you dashed down the flight of stairs to the cafeteria, speedily selecting your lunch that day and sitting at a random table until Jackson arrived. As Jackson walked through the doors leading to the buzzing cafeteria, you eagerly waved him over, possibly straining a muscle in the process. After telling him you already got him lunch, you began to inform him on the events of your exciting morning, leaving out your kiss with Jaebum for the sake of his sanity.

“Well, I’ve certainly got a lot of shopping to do this weekend,” Jackson implied as he took a bite of his chocolate brownie. “Online and offline,” He mumbled with a mouthful of double chocolate brownie.

“What about Jungkook? He didn’t say anything about wanting anything.” You reminded your best friend as you reached for a shiny, clean apple on your tray and took a bite of it, savouring the sweet and fresh taste of the fruit.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Jackson replied with a smirk that told you he was definitely up to something. You watched Jackson turn his head, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip and you turned your head to look wherever he looked.

Jungkook was leaving the long lunch line with a sheepish smile, thanking the grouchy lunch lady with a respectful bow, seeming to walk past your table to get to his lunch table with six of Jackson’s other crushes. Jackson stopped his swift feet movements with a gentle call of his name, the strawberry blonde boy stopping in his tracks and facing Jackson with alert eyes and the twitch of a nose, resembling a bunny in your opinion.

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“Your new hair colour looks incredible,” Jackson complimented the visibly blushing boy, Jungkook’s eyes slightly widening in utter shock. You then heard Jackson say something in Chinese to the flustered boy, the boy being shaken to his very core, so much so that he dropped his lunch tray.

The majority of students in the cafeteria looked at your table, confused to see that Jungkook appeared as if he accidentally peed his pants in front of Jackson and you.

T-thank you, Jackson. I-I really appreciate it,” Jungkook stuttered with a heave and look of pure disbelief smacked across his face. He mumbled something you identified as Chinese and a handful of other languages.

He wandered off, leaving his deserted lunch and sitting at his table of curious friends, stuttering out again and again, “He complimented my hair,” whilst running his fingers through his messy strands of dyed hair.

“You were saying?” Jackson sarcastically questioned with a sassy expression, leaving you speechless, for two reasons. One being his remarkable talent of charming Jungkook with one compliment, and the other being Jaebum and you made eye-contact.

Your body went frozen the second your eyes met, your heart racing indefinitely as your whole world faded away, just like when you two shared your famous kiss in Drama class. To remind you of what took place in that class and to remind you that you had kissed those very lips that weren’t swollen anymore from the amount of kissing you did, he obnoxiously blew a kiss directly at you with a devilish wink that went unnoticed by Youngjae, who sat with the boy while chowing on his bowl of ramen noodles and intently watching something on his phone.

However, his actions didn’t go unnoticed by Jackson that in the blink of an eye faced you and asked, “What was that about?”

Lying was something you couldn’t do, or weren’t capable of. You closed your eyes, letting out a dragged out heave before you admitted to him, “We — we, umm, we kissed in drama class.”

You what?!” Jackson screeched in terror, his terror opening your eyes so wide that they might pop out. He stared at you with his mouth gaping open for a long moment, glancing at Jaebum, who laughed as he received a shove on the shoulder from Youngjae and joyfully ate his french fries. “Your lips and his lips — who initiated the kiss?”

You took a deep breath, for the sake of your aching lungs that burned ferociously from the lake of breathing you did that moment. “I-I did.”

  Out of nowhere, he shot out of his chair, the chair ends clawing against the dusty floor as he marched over to Jaebum’s table. You were paralysed with fear, fear of what he may do, which kept you glued to your chair instead of trying to convince Jackson to not do anything. Surprisingly, you witnessed Jackson whip out a paper from his back pocket and slam it against the table.

Despite being surprised by Jackson’s presence, he reached for the paper Jackson slammed against the new table and opened it, his jaw dropping momentarily before he angrily yelled out, “You’re suing me?!”

You bet your flat ass I am,” Jackson confirmed with a confident nod of the head. “You injured me yesterday, and I told you I would sue you, so don’t act surprised. If you wanna act, go to Leonard’s House.” Jackson repeated Jaebum’s harsh words.

“Why are you doing this?” Jaebum asked as he folded his buff arms over his chest.

Because I fucking hate you!” Jackson spat viciously. “Even more so now that you got your fuckboy germs all over my best friend, Y/N.”

Jaebum then chuckled, chuckled so much that Jackson wanted to strangle the life out of him. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m gay as fuck, so think again, Jaebutt,” Jackson stated, letting out a scoff before standing straight and leaving him with the words, “You will never come near her ever again.”

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Your day carried on without anymore dramatic events, only if you count your English teacher cursing to himself when Namjoon corrected him for about the thousandth time during that lesson. That was until the bell rang for the end of the day and most of the student body rushed off to their extra curricular activities while you were on your way towards the place where left your bicycle.

You heard an almost non-existent roar of a car engine at first, but as you were growing closer and closer to your bicycle that was in view, you heard that roar much more clearly and eventually had a bright yellow Ferrari parked right next to you. You could recognise that car by now, especially when Jackson claimed it ran him over.

  “Hey, baby girl,” You heard him greet you, his casual greeting having much more of an effect on you as a shiver travelled down your spine. “Need a ride?”

You turned your body to face him, gulping nervously when he dared to run his fingers through his hair the second your eyes laid on him. You plastered a smile to your face, masking your nerves in your stomach and anxiety in your chest. “No thanks, Jaebum. I’ve got my trusty bicycle.”

“Come on, baby girl,” Your grip tightened on your backpack strap. “I’ll take you to out to eat, take you home and even give you a ride tomorrow morning. Please, baby girl?”

You wanted to scream at him, shout at him to stop calling you that, but when you were remembered by the memory of his lips against yours and how you had never felt your heart beat that hard or how you never felt so weightless, it was hard to say you didn’t like the name.

“You really want me to get in that car with you,” You observed as you crossed your arms over your chest. “How do I know that I’m safe? That you’re not some axe murderer or something.”

“I don’t kill people I kiss,” He swiftly responded and you felt light-headed. “Hop in the car, baby girl.” You stood there for no longer than five seconds before you made your way over to the passenger’s seat, watching in awe as the car opened itself. Jaebum chuckled at your awe struck self that climbed into his expensive vehicle, the two of you leaving the large campus grounds in a flash and venturing off to a place to eat.

He took you to McDonalds, like a true gentleman (note the sarcasm), however, he made a minor change in his plans and instead of taking you back home like he said he would, he was taking you to his place. You protested at once, but when you felt his hand place itself on your thigh, you shut up abruptly. You arrived at his home in no time, your eyes enlarging to the size of Earth itself as your eyes landed on the extravagant mansion in the distance.

“Is this your house?” You asked in total disbelief, your jaw hanging beyond low as your eyebrows knitted together.

“Of course it is,” Jaebum laughed almost as if he couldn’t believe you’d ask him that. “Where else would a guy with a yellow Ferrari live?”

You ignored his comment as your eyes remained stuck on the mansion that grew larger and larger the more the car approached it. You watched as he drove past the security guard at the enormous black electric gate that guarded the entire mansion, the kind security guard waving at you as you zoomed past him. Jaebum opened up the door to the garage, the door slowing open and revealing the excessive collection of luxury cars ranging from a shinny chrome Karma Fisker to a jet black Buggati.

  “How many of these cars do you own?” You quizzed as you turned to look at the immensely rich boy next to you as he parked his car into the garage.

“Including the one we’re in now, three.” He informed you with a shrug and you can’t even begin to fathom how wealthy he was to think of owning three luxury cars as nothing.

I don’t even own a car!” You exaggerate with your dramatic nature, climbing out of the car as soon as you saw Jaebum do so.

“I can get you one if you want, my parents know people.” Jaebum offered to you with a devilish smirk, his offer not only making it even harder to understand how rich he was, but also that he could just hand out cars to people as nonchalantly as he did.

You followed behind him like a sheep as the automatic garage door shut itself and you were greeting with an awfully deafening eerie silence as you stepped into the mansion itself. As expected, you took your sweet time marvelling at the extraordinary work the mansion took to appear so elegant like, so sophisticated, so expensive. Especially that real gold chandelier that the entrance of the home, that probably cost more than you would ever make your life. Something was definitely up.

Besides how expensive-looking the house seemed, you also noticed how quiet the house was. Only the footsteps of Jaebum and the sounds of the package your McDonalds came in were heard, other than that — you didn’t hear anything. Maybe his parents aren’t home at this hour? You hoped this was the case, and not that Jaebum basically lived here all by himself because his parents cared more for their work than their own son.

“Come and eat, Y/N.”

After losing yourself in them mansion for a whole ten minutes, you found Jaebum seated on the clean beige carpeted floor of his living room, chewing carelessly as the monster-sized burger he purchased. You stared at Jaebum for a moment, wondering how in the world he fitted into this lifestyle. The mansion looked and possibly was a fit for a King and queen, yet Jaebum sat on the floor dressed in normal clothing and taking large bits of his McDonald’s burger. You would definitely ask him about this.

You grabbed your portion of the fast-food Jaebum bought, chewing rather slowly on your burger as you tried to make sense of your current circumstances. Jaebum was finished with his food before you even went to take yours, which left him to do whatever he pleased — staring at you.

I don’t get it,” You finally states with a mouthful of your succulent burger. You chewed for a second, clearing your throat as you went on to say, “This mansion, the cars, the expensive accessories you wear, you…”

Jaebum chuckled at the confused expression on your face, fishing around the package your food came in and carefully taking the strawberry flavoured McFlurry out and holding it close to him as he explained, “My grandparents were if I’m not mistaken, King and Queen of this relatively small island somewhere in Europe and when my grandpa died, my mother inherited all the money she owned — which was a lot as you can tell,”

“That’s why this place looks like a castle. After my grandpa died, my grandma refused to run the island and found herself in this city, bringing up my young mother all by herself. As my mother got older, she-she umm, made a name for herself, I guess? She began acting and basically become the face of that drama, "Tomorrow.” and many others,“

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You gasped immediately upon hearing this information, choking momentarily when you might of breathed in a vegetable in your burger but quickly choked a few times and asked with a hoarse voice, "Your mom is Im Jihyun?”

Jaebum simply nodded his head and you let out a sigh of shock. “I know it sounds weird, but I live for the dramas she’s in. Which are lot, no wonder you live in this place,”

Jaebum chuckled at what you say, and you when you see this radiating smile as he chuckled and hear how contagious his chuckle is, you laugh with him.

“What about your dad? What does he do?” You asked as you started consuming on the rest of your burger.

  “You won’t believe it,” Jaebum admitted with an uneasy smile.

  “Try me,” You laughed and you regret doing so when you hear what Jaebum has to say.

“He sort of, kind of, runs entertainment companies,” Jaebum sheepishly confessed to you, who sits frozen with your eyes widened for a spilt second before you’re choking on your burger again.

  “Entertainment companies?” You coughed. “Which-which ones?”

“He doesn’t exactly run them, but he’s the person directly below the person who owns and runs the company,” Jaebum attempted to explain, but his explanation fell on deaf ears.

  “What companies?!” You inquired yet again, louder this time around.

Jaebum looked reluctant to say anything at first, but with the way you stared him down, he just had to speak. “SM…and Starship.”

Jaebum cringed when an ear-piercing scream escaped your mouth as you threw your burger back in its container and stood up to excitedly jump around while the occasional squeal left your lips. Jaebum used his fingers to block out the demon-like screeches, looking up at you with an minute amused smile on his face.

You calmed down after sometime, composing yourself as you sat back down on the floor with Jaebum and calmly asked him, “So, have you like, met any Kpop stars?”

Jaebum laughed. “Yes. It can get lonely here without my parents or the maids here, so I randomly show up at any of those buildings and do whatever I can to entertain myself.”

“Next time, can I come along?” You quizzed and Jaebum laughed at you, thinking it was joke when in fact, it was anything but that. He caught a glimpse of your serious expression on your face and stopped laughing, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Sure,” Jaebum casually replied. “Just as long as you keep your cool.”

“Are you kidding me? I can so keep my cool.” You responded too confidently, forgetting about your major freak out session just minutes ago.

“Yeah, right,” Jaebum sarcastically remarked and you scowled at the boy. He let out a tired sigh, scooping up one spoonful of his melting McFlurry and enjoying the sweet dessert before saying, “So, do you wanna Netflix and chill?”

If anything was in your mouth in that moment when Jaebum said that, you were more than convinced you would have choked on it. Especially since you somehow managed to even choke on the air that flowed into your mouth and struggled to find its way to your shrinking pair of lungs. Jaebum made a look of confusion at your startled figure, asking you, “What’s wrong?”

Then it dawned on you. This guy — a guy who heavily reeked of a typical fuckboy, a guy with incredibly wealthy parents both in the entertainment industry, a guy with all the money in the world, a guy with dirty pick-up lines didn’t know the true meaning of Netflix and chill.

You tried to suppress the amused laugh from escaping the confinement of your lips. However, when your eyes glanced in Jaebum’s direction, the loud laughter that sounded like a dying donkey to you was unleashed.

  “What?” Jaebum questioned in utter confusion as he watched you take in countless gasps of air that you lost when you laughed as madly as you did a few seconds ago.

A snicker left your lips as you explained the term to the seemingly innocent boy. “Netflix and chill is an expression for sex, Jaebum.”

“Fuck,” Jaebum expressed how flabbergasted he was when learning the true meaning of the expression. He turned his head to look away from you, almost as if he was embarrassed about what he said which you didn’t necessarily possible with Jaebum. “I didn’t know! I thought it honestly meant watching Netflix and chilling. I would never…”

“You would never?” You teased with an arched eyebrow and devious smile.

“I would never suggest that, even more so to someone I’ve just met,” Jaebum replied to you with a look of total sincerity painted across his handsome features. “I know we kissed in Drama, but that’s as far as I’m going. I don’t intend on just, you know, fucking someone I don’t even know.”

  It took a long three minutes for you to get your head wrapped around what Jaebum told you. He was so gorgeous, so cocky, so flirtatious, yet didn’t intend on having a Netflix and chill session with the first pretty face he saw. He actually wasn’t out to capture girl’s hearts, use them for his own pleasure and drop them as if they were scolding hot. He was…he was a pretty decent guy.

And that’s the moment when you started second-guessing yourself on the type of person Jaebum truly was.

Later onwards, when the bright sun selflessly died in order for its one true love, the moon to rise and to shine upon the earth in the act of pure love and infatuation, Jaebum dropped you off at your home as promised. For the first time since you had met Jaebum, your mind didn’t protest to his actions as he hesitantly went in for a hug as he walked you to your door.

You smiled warmly, wrapping your arms tightly around the boy who was surprised by your forward actions once again that day. You released from the close embrace after you noticed his grip tighten, waving at the popular boy as you entered your house and closed the door behind you.

  For the first time that evening, you were alone with your thoughts, and let out an exhausted sigh with your back against the door. Just like it was when you and Jaebum—

Before you can think of that event in particular, you remembered something else that had taken place that day and jogged your way up the stairs and briskly walked to your bedroom, groaning loudly when hearing the thump of the song, “Panda,” by Desiigner playing in Bambam’s room, like it did every single day.

Turn that racket off!” You yelled as you throw a closed fit at his door to grab his attention before you made it into your bedroom at the end of the hallway.

You straightaway dropped your bag at the door and went directly the box in your room you hadn’t unpacked that was named, 'Skirts’. You rummaged throughly through the various types of skirts: short, denim, long, silk - up until you pulled out one with a victorious smile.

“I found you.”


XOXO Admin Tina :)x

Heaven in Hell

Sup guys back with another bechloe fic because I’m bored af and like this idea. Enjoyyyyyyy! (This will probably turn into a fic!)

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Heaven in Hell
Pairing: Beca Mitchell/Chloe Beale
Rating: M (smut time)
Summary: Beca gets smuggled into the one and only Chloe Beale’s exclusive costume party. She didn’t plan on catching anyone’s attention, let alone the girl herself.


Jesse: C'mon Becs please go, I know a guy who’ll get us in! ):

Beca looked at the text message on her screen, raising an eyebrow and huffing. This was the fifth text she had got from Jesse within the hour to join the long list of other texts she had received. It was ridiculous, how ridiculous he was being over a small party. Beca pushed her phone away and focused back on her laptop, changing the pitch of one of the notes.

Emily: you going to the party tonight? :p

Beca growled in her throat, the subject of all the annoying, incredibly irritating messages she was getting was beginning to get under her skin like and itch she could reach. She shut her laptop, unable to focus properly on the composition of the music. She slid it away from her before picking her phone up, more willing to reply to Emily who was a fraction less annoying than puppy boy.

Beca: what’s the big deal?

She waited for a few moments and decided to scroll through Twitter, typing a quick update of ’#nobigdeal’ just to satisfy her inner bitterness. As she continued to go through her timeline the tweets started to follow the trend of the subjects of her messages such as ‘ready to go’ and pictures of people with cans of beer and bottles of vodka captioned with 'let’s do this bitches.’ She noticed one of said tweeters was Fat Amy, liking her tweet just because she was pretty funny.

Emily: please tell me you’re kidding Becs! D:

Beca rolled her eyes, debating whether to throw her phone across her room or not. Why was everyone so obsessed with it? Especially considering the fact that they always end in trouble and Beca was liking her invisible status in school. She felt a thud being brought on in her head, as she brought her fingers up to rub her temples a few times. Of course Emily would want to go, curiosity was her biggest weakness and Jesse would do anything to get near some of the girls going to that party. Well not just 'girls’, they weren’t just girls, they were practically goddesses, or more casually knows as the Bellas.

The Bellas were the hottest group in the school and pretty much untouchable. Consisting of several girls that were graced with God given voices they owned the campus and no one dared go against them. They weren’t popular, they took popular and crushed it, everybody just knew exactly who they were. All it took was a whisper and any new kid would be informed exactly who they were and exactly why they shouldn’t be messed with.

The group was flawless. First there was Flo, smooth olive skin and an accent that, according to a rumour, sounded great in bed. Not only was she part of the well renowned group but she was also captain of the gymnastics team and girlfriend of Mike Davis, soccer player. They were relationship goals to the max and Becas pretty sure she caught Emily writing fanfiction about them once.

Then there was Jessica and Ashley, who were closer than anything. Beca had a pretty sure bet in about whether they were actually together or not and Jesse was going to totally owe her ten dollars when they came out. Then there was Lilly, who was kind of strange and intimidating, who happened to have a stare off with Jesse in the hall until he cried (Beca loves that story. Lives for it.)

Fat Amy came next. As mentioned before she was more than hilarious, Australian and was also friends with benefits with the one and only Bumper Allan. Beca had heard rumours they got up to all sorts in the bedroom department. And it was kind of weird to think about so Beca tried not to a lot of the time.

Cynthia Rose, a confident and proud woman who had a smoking hot girlfriend. She was pretty awesome and if she wasn’t so damn intimidating Beca would have loved to get to know her. And how she gets her hair to look so cool.

Stacie Conrad, sex goddess and tits bigger than Becas face. She was not tied down in any way shape or form, incredibly open and definitely not shy in the bedroom department. Beca had heard so many stories and once Stacie overheard Emily telling Beca in detail that Stacies legs were out of this world. Emily had blushed unbelievably bright and almost passed out when Stacie winked at her and said 'they look longer wrapped round someone’s face, babe.’

Emily defo had a crush on Stacie Conrad.

Aubrey was next. God she was pushy though, known as a bit of a prude but an incredibly flawless prude at that. She walked round like she had a stick up her ass most of the time, but her blonde hair was also curled just right and she was oddly attractively dominating. That’s what Jesse always said anyway but Beca just thought Jesse was a pussy in bed.

Finally and definitely not least, came Chloe Beale. Beca let out a soft sigh as she leaned her chin on her hand. Chloe Beale was the captain of the Bellas and the cheerleading squad and also run a Russian literature group for some odd reason. She was beyond attractive, red hair like golden waves and bright blue eyes Beca just wanted to drown herself in. Not that she cared. Beca just thought the Bellas were a load of weirdos who needed to tone down their egos a little.

Jesse: you need to loosen up, I swear your becoming a recluse Beca

Becas thoughts jumped at the ping on her phone, rolling her eyes. Chloe Beale also happened to throw parties at least once a month, all really hard to get into if you was a younger (meaning Beca and her weird friends) Chloe happened to be quite a few years older than Beca and she never really let the younger lot into her exclusive parties. However the party that was driving Jesse and Emily crazy was the costume party she threw every now and again. If you thought her monthly parties were exclusive this was pretty much impossible to get into, yet hundreds always ended up going.

Jesse had managed to make friends with Bumper while the latter was drunk and apparently a drunken invite came with that sudden friendship. Bumper hadn’t spoken to Jesse since but the younger boy was still convinced they would get in. Beca was not convinced on the other hand and Emily just wanted to go because Stacie Conrad was there.

Beca: Jess, we will not get in, I’m not embarrassing myself

That was part of the reason Beca was against going. The humiliation of turning up at the door and being turned away in the blink of an eye. It may not seem much to them but Beca had built a solid shield for herself, only keeping a few close friends and never really going to parties. Going to this party and getting rejected would definitely be embarrassing.

Secondly, Chloe Beale’s parties were trouble with a capital T. Shit loads of alcohol and every seemed to be horny for everything which was an incredibly bad mix- add in a dash of drugs and a lot of heavy, sultry music there was your recipe for disaster. Or at least Becas idea of disaster. Also it was freaking costume party and Beca hated getting dressed normally let alone in a costume. It had to be a no.

Jesse: we will! I told you I spoke to bumper didn’t I? We are already in, come on! Even Em wants to go

Beca rolled her eyes at that, of course Emily would want to go, she was practically a baby (a very tall baby but sill.) Also a certain pair of boobs were gonna be there that happened to make Emily brush bright red.

Beca: Em’s a baby, of course she wants to go, Conrads going

Beca stood up from her desk and walked over to her bed, flopping down onto it dramatically with a sigh. Jesse was way to persistent, Emily actually got the hint and left her alone.

Jesse: Please Becs, I’m begging

Beca switched her phone off at that, fed up with the persistent asking and threw it to the end of her bed before getting to her feet. She grabbed her bag, plugged her earphones in and placed them in her ears before exiting her dorm, letting herself forget about the party.


It took them ten minutes to find her.

“Becaw!” She had simply been sitting in the coffee shop, sipping at her drink while once again scrolling through Twitter when she heard that god awful nickname and turned to see Jesse, Emily and also Benji now heading towards her. Great. They all took a seat with Jesse ruffling her hair, Emily hugging her and Benji just grinning like an idiot like he usually does before returning his puppy gaze to Emily across the table.

“How the fuck did you find me?” None looked taken back by the outburst, Emily already scanning the menu and reading it aloud to Benji who seemed thrilled at the attention he was getting. Emily was pretty stuck, she was perfect for Benji but he obviously just didn’t attract her like certain others did.

“You’re always in the same coffee shop Bec,” Jesse grinned before ordering a large hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Emily ordered the same and Benji stuck with a herbal tea like he normally did. “So, you know what we need to talk about.” Jesses face was weirdly serious.

“I’m not going,” Beca huffed, taking a sip of her coffee and relishing in the flavour before returning her glare to the brunette opposite her who was looking at her with an oddly sure smile. Beca raised an eyebrow before increasing her glare ten fold. “What have you done Jesse.”

With that Jesse lifted a small plastic bag up which he had subtly hidden, humour dancing in his eyes. It was a plain blue bag and Jesse emptied the contents onto the table. Laying on the table was a white tee, white skirt and knee high socks. Confused Beca picked up a large packet on top, furrowing her brows when she saw the fluffy Angel wings from the costume shop. Next to that costume was the exact same but in red with a comical pair of devil horns next to it.

“We are going as the Angel and devil!” Emily burst out just as Jesse was opening his mouth, vibrating in her seat with excitement. Beca blushed highly at the length of the short skirt, which was incredibly unlike Emily to buy. They had bought costumes already?! Beca tried not to hyperventilate as she prodded the Angel wings.

“What the fuck?” She exclaimed, looking at the trio in front of her. Emily looked overwhelmed with excitement, Benji highly sheepish and Jesse was grinning at her mischievously. Beca pushed the costume towards him angrily.

“I’m not wearing that. I may as well go out in nothing with how short that skirt is.” His cheeks flushed slightly but apart from that his stupid smirk remained on his face as he crossed his arms across his chest to grin wider.

“That’s why Em got the stockings. You’re gonna be the Angel and she’ll be the devil,” Jesse argued with a tone that was way too defiant for Becas liking. And surely, not that she was going to, she would be the devil to fit in with her badass attitude right?

“Surely I would be the devil?” She dead panned, glaring straight at Jesse who looked really pleased with himself and humoured at the exact time, like Beca was some sort of joke that offered him entertainment. She felt herself prickle at that, flattening her palms on the table to stop herself from battering him round the head with the Angel wings.

“That’s the joke, you’ve swapped personalities. It’s like you’re almost going as each other,” Jesse laughed to himself as if he was the funniest fucker in the world while Emily giggled a little, winking at Beca.

“No.” Beca growled, “and that’s final.”


A day later on Friday night she was standing in her room, in the Angel outfit ready to go. How they managed to convince her was beyond her but it was ridiculous. She finished lacing up her black converse with the white toes, which she bought to break up the colours a little. Emily swiped a slab of red lipstick onto the brunettes lips, grinning as she looked at Beca.

“You look so good Beca!” Emily did look pretty adorable in her devil outfit, even though it did not suit her innocent personality at all. Although there was always someone Emily was not innocent for. Beca huffed out a sigh, following Emily from her dorm to downstairs to meet Jesse and Benji. The Bellas lived in some big frat house or something and that’s where Chloe’s party would be.

Jesse and Benji were leaning against the car, both in costumes. Benji wore a masquerade mask and a cape, looking slight weird and Jesse wore boxing shorts and no top. Beca raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “What are you meant to be?”

He begun humming a tune and pumping his fists which were enclosed in boxing gloves, hopping around on his feet. “I’m Rocky!” Beca couldn’t help but roll her eyes as he playfully punched her in the arm, making quick breaths as he turned. She opened the passenger door.

“Well I call shotgun bitches.” She heard a chorus of groans behind her as Benji got into the drivers seat and the other two slid into the back. Benji usually drive as he wasn’t a big drinker, so he could usually drive them back. Beca never really stayed until the party finished anyway. Well actually she had only been to about two parties and she hadn’t stayed till the end then.

Darkness followed them as they drove to the house, Jesse still humming that annoying theme tune as Beca turned round and glared straight at him. This was exactly one of the reasons she would not date him. Their relationship was weird and he had admitted he had feelings for her. However she had grown irritated at him acting as her boyfriend when he wasn’t that she turned him down. Jesse was a great guy really but she knew a relationship with him would become way too serious way too quickly. Beca didn’t want or need that, Beca needed LA.

“I can hear the music from here,” Benji mumbled, his hands shaking a little. Benji was also not one for a party and struggled with a crowd of so many people. Beca would have happily stayed at home with him but Jesse and Emily insisted the two come. They turned into the last few roads, large houses lining the streets. Most were perfect, straight white picket fences, mowed lawns and chandeliers could be seen through the windows. At the end of the street though the perfection was pretty much ruined as the bella house stood, emitting pulsing lights and a fog from the machine on the lawn.

Beca plugged her seatbelt back in and sunk down on her chair. “I’m not going in!” She exclaimed as she saw some guy punch another on the lawn before grabbing his shirt and kissing him. She felt sick to her stomach as the house physically vibrated, the music pounding. The rumour was Chloe payed all the residents in the street to not complain about the music, so they rarely got shut down; only a few times.

With that she was being hauled out of the car by Jesse and his stupid boxing gloves as Emily and Benji joined them. Standing outside of the car was worse, the house even more intimidating and the two dudes were still making out on the lawn and ones hand was getting dangerously low. Beca covered Emily’s eyes next to her which caused the taller girl to giggle.

“What now? We can’t go to the front door, that’s where we’ll get turned away!” Jesse grabbed Becas hand and began leading her round the side of the house, his palm quite warm and soft. Beca gripped on to him tightly as they came to a small fence joined from the side of the house to the hedge next to it. Emily and Benji followed as Jesse opened the gate and pulled them all through, instantly coming into contact with a throng of people.

“You never really spoke to Bumper did you?” Beca had to talk a lot louder than she liked. Jesse looked over his shoulder and shook his head with a mischievous grin on his face. Beca took that moment to look round the party. They seemed to be in the garden with a rectangular pool in the middle that was pulsing with coloured lights and various people swam around. In one of the corners there was a bar lit up with fairy lights and there was also a food table across one side of the fencing. Jesse hauled them into the middle and through the glass doors of the party.

The house was almost completely dark, with lights lining the ceiling edges to emit a soft, almost sultry glow. To the right there was a doorway and another to the left then in front was a large staircase, with solo cups lining the steps and couples sitting on the steps doing things Beca didn’t really want to look at. First Jesse took them through to the right, into a spacious kitchen with someone giving out drinks.

“Can we have two vodka and red bulls please?” Jesses voice sounded way to young as the bar guy looked up with an eyebrow raised suspiciously. Beca could feel Jesses hand heat up in hers as he began to blush, feeling embarrassed. She had to do something to convince them that they were old enough to drink!

“Babe you know I find that too bitter, can you make mine a cocktail?” She found herself winking at the guy as she wrapped her arms round Jesses bicep and pressed herself against him. The bar dude began making drinks as he smirked a little, Becas head pounding as though she was drunk already. Two red cups were given to them as Beca thanked the guy and they walked off, her still draped over his arm.

“Nice save but what the fuck was that?” Jesse laughed, wrapping an arm round Becas shoulders and she pulled a face. They were back in the stairway room, and Jesse was looking at her oddly.

“He had to think we were older and you saying please in you puppy dog voice was not good. I done what I had to,” Beca explained, a smile on her face as Jesse blushed a little. He then led her into the room on the left, taking a deep breath before he entered.

The room was lit up in pulses as a hidden disco light shot beams across the space. There was also a fog machine somewhere as a thin line of fog spread across the ground, reaching their ankles. In the middle of the room there was a space that was obviously meant for dancing as several people twisted and turned, grinding on each other dirtily. Round the edges were the odd few people sitting down and drinking, one corner stunk of weed as a dude smiled at Beca, higher than a kite. Then at the front of the room, stood the Bellas. Some danced and others danced with each other, all with a drink in their hand. Not all of them were there however, only about five of them: Beca could make out Aubrey, Stacie, Cynthia, Amy and Flo.

Aubrey was dressed as a cop which was actually quite funny, Stacie was in a skirt and top but had a pair of bunny ears on which was weird. Cynthia was dressed as an air hostess which must have been an inside joke, Amy was a crocodile? Flo had a Mexican hat on, the rest of her dressed in normal clothes.

Jesse brought his hand down to grip tightly onto Becas hand as he swung back the rest of his cup. Beca copied him, instantly regretting it as she screwed her face up at the bitter taste. With that she was dragged into the dance floor, attempting to unclasp her hand but Jesse was too strong. He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, beginning to dance with a stupid grin on his face.

“Jess, let me go,” Beca growled as Jesse just laughed, had he been drinking before the party? Luckily Beca spotted Emily and Benji at the edge of the room and she mumbled some excuse to go help Emily just to get away from him. Emily brought her straight into a hug as Benji went to dance with Jesse to distract him.

“Beca,” Emily whispered into her ear, “that’s Stacie Conrad.” Beca looked up to see Emily gazing straight at the leggy brunette, watched her swing her hips and laugh drunkenly. Emily’s mouth was slightly agape and her shoulders sagged a little as she couldn’t stop watching the brunette. Beca grasped her hand and hauled her out of the room.

“Let’s go get a drink Em.”


The party was in full swing and still going on, as Beca sat on a couch in between Emily and another guy. They were watching a game of beer pong as they waited for their turn, a pleasant hum of alcohol in their veins. Beca hummed to the music as Emily leant her head on the shorter girls shoulder, her neck must have uncomfortable. Some dude got the ball in and so another gulped down a drink, grinning at everyone as they cheered at him.

“Em, can we go to the bathroom quick?” Emily nodded and the two found the stairs and climbed them, where the hallway was dimly lit but a little easier to see than downstairs. Emily waited outside as Beca entered the bathroom, eyes fuzzy as the bright light was sudden. She washed a bit of cold water on her face when she heard a sharp cry of help from outside. She rushed to unlock the door, fingers fumbling as she swung the door open.

Emily was pressed against the door, her face turned and eyes screwed shut as a guy pressed himself against the length of her, pinning her wrists to the wall as he growled into her ear. Beca yelled out at him to get off her, watching as he ignored her and grabbed Emily’s chin and turned her towards him. She whimpered and struggled as Beca rushed over and punched the guy in his arm. He simply pushed Beca away, chuckling as she fell to the floor.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he mumbled to Emily, kissing her jaw as Beca attempted to get up, her head spinning as she cradled it. Emily struggled once more and shook her head as the dude once again kissed her, licking all up her neck as she flinched away.

“I suggest you leave her alone or the only thing that will be fucked is you when I punch your teeth in.” Beca looked up to see none other than Stacie Conrad standing there, eyes alight with a dark fire and looking incredibly intimidating. The guy stepped away from Emily, glaring at Stacie as he swayed to the side a little.

“Oh back off Conrad, I saw her first. I just wanted some fun.” Stacie raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at the guy, her eyes pinning him to the spot. Beca pulled herself to her feet and gripped Emily’s hand, squeezing once, before letting go. Emily nodded gently at her.

“Always the man whore James, I bet your right hand is even sick of your tiny dick.” The guy glared at her, walking past and shouldering harshly into Stacie before descending the stairs. Stacie watched him go before turning to look at the pair, or more specifically, straight at Emily.

“Oh my god thank you so much,” Emily rushed out in a flurry of words, hands gesturing wildly as Stacie watched her with a glint of fondness in her eye. She shrugged casually at the brunette.

“I like your costume,” she almost purred before turning to disappear down the stairs, throwing a wink over her shoulder. Emily almost passed out, leaning against Beca as the tall brunette looked like she was literally going to die.

Relationship goals.


“Becs m'sorry, please get a drink with me?” Beca rolled her eyes as Jesse yelled at her over the music, heart pounding in time with the rhythm of the music. She nodded and followed him into the drinks room but noticed the bar guy they had managed to convince had gone.

Fat Amy stood in his place. Shit.

Too intoxicated to notice Jesse dragged the over there and it was too late to stop him, Beca felt the humiliation run through her as he leaned forward and asked for a drink. The Australian raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down before looking at Beca and doing the same.

“How old are you buddy?” Her accent travelled across the music as she placed her palms flat on the table and leaned forward, frowning a little at him. Jesse stumbled a little and Beca gripped his hand tightly to steady him.

“I’m 17.” Great they were fucked.

Amy grinned and made her way round the table, looking at Beca and Jesse, cocking her head to one side. She took a gulp of her drink, turned to someone to her side and muttered in their ear before folding her arms.

“I think you guys better come with me. Cap wants to see whoever tries to sneak in,” she paused, almost looking sympathetic, “anyone who’s confident enough to commit social suicide.” Beca gulped roughly, hands trembling as she followed Amy through the house into the dance room and into another door. There was less people in this room but still quite a few, as she went out of a back door and dragged them into the garden they went into initially. There in the corner sat a few of the Bellas, all with a drink in their hands. Beca scanned them and her heart nearly dropped into her ass.

Chloe Beale.

Ironically, and this was just because Beca was so unlucky, she was dressed in a devils outfit but unlike Emily she wore a tight red dress that was incredibly short, a pair of glitzy devil horns and bright red lipstick. Her hair fell done her back in cascading waves, slightly messy, and black eyeliner accentuated her bright blue eyes. Surrounding her was Aubrey, Cynthia and Stacie, all conversing with each other. Beca also noticed Chloe was sitting on the lap of Tom, the captain of the soccer team. He twirled a lock of her hair found his finger but she appeared to be almost ignoring him.

“Oi Cap! Found these babies asking for a drink. Underagers, your favourite.” Beca blushed as Chloe turned her attention to Amy, who was currently blocking them a little. A smirk overtook her face, making her seem intimidating and hot as hell. God Beca get yourself together! Jesse stepped forward.

“Hey I’m not underage!” He exclaimed, swaying to the side a little. Chloe rolled her perfect blue eyes (perfect, really Beca) and raised an eyebrow, standing up to her full height which surprisingly wasn’t massive. She was tiny bit taller than Beca and Beca was considered short.

“He’s drunk out of his mind. Get him out of here Amy,” she spoke, her voice a heavenly pitch to Becas ears. Being a DJ she knew when a sound was perfect and she wanted to put Chloe’s voice into every single mix she did. She was getting cheesy, she needed to get out of here. Chloe hadn’t seen her yet though.

“Sure thing, what about short stack?” She moved to the side, revealing Beca to the Bellas, and most importantly to Chloe. Blue eyes landed on her, and they seemed to ignite with a low fire. Chloe looked her up and down, a small smirk taking over her features as she bit her lip and rolled it between her straight white teeth before letting it ping back into place.

“Well, well, well who is this little cutie?” Beca felt herself blush profoundly, feeling half irritated at being called little but feeling her stomach churn with heat at the way Chloe was looking at her. With that she heard her name being called as Emily appeared at her side, obviously confused as to why Beca had turned into some sort of mute at the site of Chloe. Where was her badass reputation?

“I swear we didn’t mean to cause trouble-” Emily’s rambling was cut off by a show of Chloe’s hand as she stepped forward, eyes trained on Beca as she came closer to her. Beca gulped roughly as she tried to clear her mind, skin screaming to be touched, nerve endings alight with the need for Chloe’s hands on her and what the fuck was happening to her?!

“Get rid of the boy,” Chloe mumbled as Amy went to grab Jesses bicep. He wouldn’t go though, struggling out of her grip as he tried to latch onto Beca who flinched. Chloe turned and glared straight at Jesse. “I’m giving you five seconds to get out before I kick your ass in front of everyone.”

“I’m not leaving without Beca!” He fisted his hands next to his sides, confidence ignited with alcohol. Chloe turned back to Beca, a smirk once again on her face.

“Beca. That’s a pretty name,” she hummed, a flirtatious look in her eye. It disappeared as she looked at Jesse. “I’ll take care of her now, leave.” Jesse looked at Beca who just nodded towards the gate. He sighed and followed Amy out, shooting his puppy look straight at Beca as he left. Beca turned back to look at Chloe.

“I’m not little,” she blurted out, trying to regain a tiny piece of control. At the Cynthia laughed as Chloe grinned at her, still somewhat sultry as her eyes continued to gaze at Beca in a way the was making her blood hum.

“Are you having fun? Sneaking into my party,” Chloe paused and gave a dramatic gasp, pressing her hand to her chest, “what a bad girl.” That spread the fire in Becas stomach as it began to lick at her senses, burning them into ash as she resisted the urge to both punch and snog Chloe Beale right there and then.

“Eh, it’s okay,” Beca shrugged, her head screaming at her to be cool as she attempted to act as causal as possible. A few of the Bellas laughed at that, a splash of the pool behind her as she heard someone jump in, senses heightened as she stood face to face with the redhead.

“Listen we don’t want any trouble, we can go,” Emily rushed, sensing that Becas sarcasm was going to get them into trouble. Chloe glanced over at her them back at the girls.

“I’ll take the tall one somewhere else,” Stacie stood up and came over, gripping Emily by her bicep and urging her away from the scene. Chloe returned her attention to Beca who now stood alone. Where the fuck was Benji? Couldn’t he do one of those annoying smoke cloud things.

“Chlo this is boring, just tell her to fuck off,” Tom groaned from behind her. Chloe rolled her eyes before turning and retaking her seat on Toms lap. He nuzzled his face into her neck, dropping sloppy kisses there as she looked at Beca once more.

“Nice to meet you Beca,” she drawled, “but I’m afraid you’re gonna have to leave.” Beca glanced at Chloe one more time before turning and rushing into the house and up to the bathroom, just to use it before she left. She let out a woosh of air once the door was locked, chest heaving as she gripped tightly into the sink, waiting for her pulse to calm the fuck down. She splashed her face before exiting the bathroom, just about to descend the stairs when she heard a high pitch noise.

Regretting her decision already she turned and began to head down the hallway, looking at the various doors. The first few rooms looked innocent enough but one had a couple in right in the middle of… well, Beca nearly threw up there and then. It was then she heard another gasp.

“Stacie!” Her eyes widened at the breathless name and her heart thudded as she recognised the person that voice belonged to. Emily was banging Stacie Conrad? What the hell even was this party, who had Emily become, why did Beca want to sit on Chloe Beale’s face?! She avoided the room that came from, ready to turn when she saw a door with a large, flowery C on. She glanced round a few times before entering the room and shutting the door behind her.

A double bed stood in the middle, sticking out from one of the rooms with a thick white duvet covering it. It looked comfy as fuck with all different coloured pillows over it. On one wall there was a wooden dresser with various make up items over it, a desk with a laptop and a big rug that looked also comfy as fuck. Beca trailed her fingers along the dresser as she looked round the room, happy to be away from the noise a little and allowed to take a breather. Which was probably why she didn’t realise someone had entered the room as well.

“I thought Angels were meant to be well behaved.”


Part 2???

The Dizziness of Freedom

For @teilo, as part @todaydreambelieversfic 2016 Gift Exchange. With deep and abiding (and endless, seriously) thanks to @boroniaserrulata for all of her help tidying up all of my grammatical oversights and for highlighting the parts that didn’t make logical narrative sense, and to @quirkyquantumqueen, also for her help narrative clarity. They’ve made this story better, and I hope I’ve done their work justice here.
Prompt: Badboy and jealous/possessive: either Kurt or Blaine can be the badboy, jealous/possessive one. Would like to see this set when they are out of college.
Featuring Kurt with some type of attitude, the armour of a badboy, and a streak of not being remotely embarrassed to pursue what he wants. And man, he wants Blaine…
The usual warnings for my shit apply - there are themes of depression, anxiety, and recovery. Finn’s passing has a half a sentence mention, as does Burt’s health scare. There’s a passing reference to Blaine’s first Sadie Hawkins dance and the events thereof. There’s also reference to the events of the 601 flashback, re. Blaine’s initial break up. The boy who breaks his heart isn’t Kurt though. Also, medication and therapy, but in passing and not in focus. I have crammed a lot into my words!
To some extent, this is a meet-cute, and, what’s more, it’s on the AO3 here! (There’s also 7.1k of it, so buckle in.)

Blaine Anderson doesn’t quite know how he would define celebrity if he were asked (and he’s been asked). He does know that he doesn’t like to think of himself as whatever that is. However, due to a windfall television role when he left college, he does have a small level of fame, a loyal following on Twitter, and his own tag on TMZ, the last of which he would delete if he could. Blaine is 27 years old, almost twelve months out of the relationship documented by the TMZ tag, and one thing is absolutely positive: he really isn’t looking for anything the night he meets Kurt Hummel.

It’s been a long, exhausting year for Blaine. The previous May, he’d been happily in love with the man he was sure he was going to spend his forever with. He’d been planning a wedding, choosing flowers and cakes, arranging the seating and colour schemes, and although he’d been quietly aware that his fiancé hadn’t been quite as invested, he’d put it down to the pressure of long work days and too little free time. Weddings are stressful. It made sense that he had let Blaine shoulder the planning. It had been fun, Blaine had found, being able to share small details with his fans on Twitter and Instagram, their excitement the mirror for his own that he’d been lacking a little.

Through June and into July came the persistent rumours about his fiancé that he had ignored and refused to Google, and which became harder to gloss over when his mentions blew up with photographic evidence, and by August he’d moved back to his childhood home, where there was less attention and less pressure to keep smiling when his heart was breaking.

He spent most of August ghosting through his own life. He’d been spending whole days asleep, too tired and emotionally destroyed to even think about waking up for longer than it took to pee, and that went on until Labor Day, when his mom took it upon herself to contact everyone in his phone book who could possibly help. Between them, they’d agreed that perhaps a therapist may be able to help, certainly a doctor, and – when the tears abated and he realised that his tightest jeans were almost a size too big – had agreed that none of those things could hurt him more than he already hurt.

It’s been a long, painful road to recovery. He’s had to adapt to being not in the place he thought he would be. Instead of the husband and the stage career, he’s living in his brother’s apartment in Los Angeles and he’s piecing back together the scattered fragments of his heart whilst he works on a second degree part time, this time in music therapy, all the while maintaining his profile with small screen roles when he can get them. In his spare time, he runs a blog that’s gained a lot of traction, where he talks about his experiences with co-dependency, falling in love with the wrong people, and how he’s learned to live with anxiety and depression.

It’s the blog, not his acting, that has him on the path that will bring him to Kurt.

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Ryan Tedder: ‘Taylor Swift is a songwriting machine’

13th Oct 16 | Entertainment News

OneRepublic frontman Ryan Tedder has hailed Taylor Swift a hitmaking “machine” after working with the pop superstar in 2014.

Tedder has spent years crafting hits for the likes of Madonna, Beyonce, Adele, Kelly Clarkson, Jennifer Lopez, U2, and Maroon 5, but he admits the Shake It Off singer really blew him away with her sheer talent and professionalism.

“Taylor brings more overall skill sets to a writing session than anyone I’ve ever worked with,” Ryan gushed on U.S. breakfast show Today, after helping Taylor pen the tracks I Know Places and Welcome to New York, from her 1989 release.

“She’s a machine, in the best way possible. She has an idea of the song she wants to do the night before, you walk in, sit down, 'Hey, how’s it going? Alright, let’s go.’”

Ryan goes on to reveal Taylor knows “in her DNA” if a track will be a hit, and she has no problem completing a whole tune in just one session.

He added, “Whatever I took in (about what makes a hit) over decades of listening to music is what I put out, and Taylor’s the same way, but she walks in and just bangs out a song, top down, and you walk out with a finished record, which is very rare.”

Tedder claims working with Swift is very different from collaborating with fellow powerhouses Beyonce or Adele, because they like to focus first on the song words, before getting the music down.

“Beyonce is super lyrics intensive, you can tell by her last couple records, so if the lyric isn’t her life, she’s off it,” he continued. “Adele, same way.”

And he insists if the British soul sensation ever wanted to give up the singing side of her career, she’d have no problem earning a living writing for other artists.

“If she wasn’t Adele the singer, she’d be Adele the songwriter,” he claimed. “She’d be one of the best writers in the world.”

Tedder co-wrote Beyonce’s XO from her self-titled 2013 release, and contributed to Adele’s tracks Remedy from 25 and Rumour Has It and Turning Tables from 21.

ts1989fanatic this does not surprise me Taylor has said in the past that she see’s the complete song in her mind when she is writing. And as for Adel writing songs for others this is also what I expect Taylor will end up doing when she decides to hang up singing and touring.

First thing first,  a huge congratulations to Seventeen for their award at MAMA 2016! Those precious boys do deserve this and much, much more! The leaders, the units, the members all deserve huge awards for the huge effort and amazing hard work, as well as brilliant work.

Originally posted by pledisseventeen


Okay so, now that the congratulations for mama 2016 have been said, congratulations to Seventeens for such an amazing comeback!

This comeback actually shows development from Seventeen.

To be honest during the announcement of ‘dark seventeen’ i was a bit worried…

A lot actually…


Well because the individual pictures looked just melancholic and a bit…ballad-y, for a lack of a batter word.

So I was really scared that they would release a really slow ballad. Sure, there’s nothing wrong with ballads, but in my opinion, a comeback title song as a ballad would not fit Seventeen, especially after the song and music video ‘Very Nice”.

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However when i heard saw the second teaser and heard the song, i was just…

Originally posted by swaghao

Yep, the feels creeped up on me when I least expected them.

And soon my heart was…

Originally posted by sneezes

because of all the pictures.

And then the actual music video got me all…

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because it is soooooooo good.


Firstly, the actual song is amazing. Its fun, funky, upbeat, energetic yet a bit more mature than their previous songs. Congratulations to WOOZI, S.COUPS, WONWOO, MINGYU, Vernon, BUMZU for writing the lyrics.

Second, the dance looks also fantastic. Once again, it is much more mature than their previous choreography as it is less focused on acting cute, like a young boy in love, but rather, more grown up , cool and a bit more sexy, something done without being to raunchy.  There were hip thrusts, sexy looks, but all of than done without being too much.

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(I’m sorry but why does The8 look so much like Gaara in this gif?)

Thirdly, the music video is so much fun! Pretty U was a great song, but the music video destroyed it, in my opinion. It was incoherent, badly passed and just overall very messy.

However this one…. This mv is amazing! Each member has some focus time, they all all seen clearly, the pacing is great, the plot is simple and is mixed with great dancing and just generally fits the vibe of the song so well.

And the quality…… oh the quality is fantastic. Its so clear, so bright, so well shot…. I really, really love it.

Now, lets talk about how amazing do all the members look.



Originally posted by seokmind

Okay, this guy slayed me so hard. I did not expect him to rap with that raspy, sexy style. The moment i first heard him I had to stop the music video and rewind. In fact, even now when I listen to this song, I have the biggest urge to play his part again, and again and again and again and again and …. you get the point. And he looks like a god.



Originally posted by pledisseventeen

I admit, i had a bit of a tough time recognising Wonwoo. In fact first time I saw him in this MV all i could think of was; Who is this? But he looks great, even with green hair( although i do prefer his black hair) and his voice was sexy as always.



Originally posted by gyuhan-17

This boy…. this boy should take a chill pill. Like what is this? He was trying so hard to seduce all CARATS  and i really think it worked. I mean, I’m not even Mingyu, but he sure made my heart go BOOMBOOM.



Originally posted by eatmark

Speaking of chill pill…. if Mingyu needs one then Jun needs like 17(see what i did there? Ok I’ll stop). I know that he is a great actor and all,  but this… this is just unacceptable. His glares, his smirk and just his overall presence is one of the best from seventeen. He looks good an he probably know it. But excuse me Pledis….. Where them lines at? Why did he get 2 seconds?! (But at least he got screen time so YAAAS my boy slay!)



Originally posted by wonnhao

And speaking of no lines… 3 seconds… really? Well, at list he got to be a cool drone using guy in the MV. And he finally got the centre time he deserves. I can’t wait for the choreo video to come out because i know that he will prove that he is a great dancer. And he was so passionate too.



Originally posted by check-mark

Ok so, real talk. This guy may hate being called pretty, but I’m sorry but he is just so pretty. He is such a good looking guy, but instead of being a more manly looking handsome like Jun, our angel is just so beautiful. He should always be appreciated and loved. And his voice was really sweet and I’m happy that it fits his voice more than ‘Very Nice’ because he should shine.



Originally posted by pledisseventeen

This american boy should stay in his lane. I already have more biases than i panhandle, I don’t need more pain between choosing who to put as my wallpaper. I mean, to i have to explain Joshua? Cute, sweet but handsome, multilingual… and has a great voice and can play the guitar.

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Originally posted by pledisseventeen

Hoshi is a great dancer, nothing new here. So as usual, i am waiting for the dance practice because I am really excited in seeing him dance. I also think he should keep the black hair. It actually makes him look his age and really machos his eyes. He did look great in lighter hair, but in black he looks much more mature.



Originally posted by dokyummm

Yes, shine Seokmin, shine! I’ve heard quite a few people say that he is not attractive, but girl where? Seokmin is actually a very sexy guy with killer vocals. And i was so surprised to fin dot last time that he can dance up front so well! 



Originally posted by gingerbreadvernon

Vernon! My fellow 98 line! I’m so happy he got a rap verse that wasn’t disjointed! And this hair and style is definitely his best. Vernon is our handsome meme and we all love him for that!

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Originally posted by junhot

Our amazing Diva turned sleeping beauty in this comeback is once again so beautiful. I can’t wait for more hilarity from him as MC Seungkwan is too hilarious. And those high notes though… So good! Life is not life if you don’t watch Seungkwan compilations. Also, if the rumours of this precious boy being shamed by staff for being fat, hen they either better hide or get a life. He looks fantastic the way he is. You don’t need to be thin to look amazing.

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Originally posted by wonhuu

What does he think he is doing? No, really, why is he torturing us noonas? Really, he should stop(but actually he really should continue).Also thirsting after Dino is fine as long as it doesn’t include measuring his private parts or sending crazy things to him on a regular pacing. After all, Dino is no longer the very little giant baby he was. He is much sexier now, especially seeing that his face is turning out to be manlier than the other members’. I can’t wait to see Dino dance more and grow more. That boy is going to the right direction, thats for sure.

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Originally posted by joeeaton99

And here he is…..  The amazing, perfect, beautiful young man (yes i might be a bit biased…. just a bit). Seriously though, I won’t tell no lies, Woozi is my bias in Seventeen. I mean, he really is fantastic and this song yet again proves it. And i am so happy that he is finally getting more lines. His voice is so soothing and beautiful. However, I do wish to see him dance more.  After all, he is an amazing dancer, just look at all the pre debut dances he has participated it. It saddens me that he is not in the performance team like he was expected to, but then doubt that he would be able to write like he does now. Anyway, Woozi in this MV is cute, super attractive and sexy, like always. He is just so talented and i could gush about him for so long (which i did in my previous post for his birthday-shameless plug).

Originally posted by mc-gyu


So yep… Seventeen just had yet another amazing comeback. And this time its much more mature. Sure its not dark like we expected, but it shows growth from the cutie, high school boy concept into guys who are more confident. 

Seventeen is a group that warms so hard, especially as they are a self-producing group.

Seventeen deserves more awards.

But Seventeen also deserves a nice long break. After all, its been just a year since their debut and they have already had 3 mini albums, 1 full album and 1 repackaged album. If thats not hard work, I don’t know what is.

I usually don’t say this but stan Seventeen, stan talent. Seventeen is a group that wasn’t put together just based on looks.  All members are really talented in their own respect. While with many groups in their first year you hear ‘oh they should improve’ Seventeen stunned immediately.

So good luck Seventeen and don’t overwork yourselves!

Stay healthy!

And Carats, lets give Seventeen their win with this comeback! they really deserve it!

And of course don’t forget to buy their album! 

I sure am!


And thank you for such an amazing comeback!

Thank you for reading!

(oh and pledis, you better not be mistreating these boys!)

PS @eggplantjoy I would like to apologise in advance, as when the dance  practice will come out, i will spam the life out of you.Also if any of the guys capture your eye please do tell)) haha. 

Slytherin Luke

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summary: Luke wasn’t an unusual Slytherin, but the Hufflepuff girl made him reevaluate

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Hogwarts House Sorting Reference
  • Hufflepuffs: They are loyal and hardworking. They tend to get along with most people. They see the best in others, but this doesn’t mean they are soft. They will often be protective of the ones they love. They are care-givers; so teachers, nurses, counsellors. Another job which Hufflepuffs tend to go into is cooking. Although this is not a strictly caregiving job, they love to see others enjoying their food and the happiness good food can bring. As well as giving love, Hufflepuffs like to be loved well in return.
    They are not just caregivers to other humans. They will often favour Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures because of the caring/nurturing element to the subject.They are mostly defined by the love they have of other people who are close to them, so family and friends.
    They are very team-orientated, and essentially work best in groups. They are least likely out of all the Houses to care about their own individual achievements, but love achieving as a group or House together.
    They also love their comforts: homely things, warm sunshine, food. They are practical, and like to stick with what they know. They like to do things, in a similar way to Gryffindors. However, Gryffindors are more likely to do something risky while Hufflepuffs will stick to what they know and rely on. This tends to mean they are not risk-takers, but it also makes them trustworthy. They are generally not interested in the unknown and exploring, though of course there are exceptions (such as Newt Scamander) which makes them different from Ravenclaws. Hufflepuffs like to avoid confrontation. This can often mean they are unhappy with choices that are made, or can compromise their morals. They will avoid arguments, even if it means justice will not be carried out, which makes them different from Gryffindors. Their loyalty differs from Slytherin loyalty as they will do as much as they see within their means to do but will not manipulate others to help those that they love. They are humble, but again their are exceptions.
    Hufflepuff house often contains the misfits, but not the same sort of misfits which make up Ravenclaw house. Those who do not fit into the other houses will often end up in Hufflepuff (“Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest and taught them all she knew”). This is not necessarily a bad thing, as often people mistake it for. Other Hufflepuffs accept these “misfits” and treat them kindly. Those in the Hufflepuff house almost never have arguments with each other, and this means that there is never bad air or bitterness in the Common Room. Hufflepuffs are generally, but not always, extroverted, but this does not mean they like being the centre of attention. They simply like being surrounded by people they love and easily become starved if they are not loved in return.
    This House is associated with earth: sturdy, reliable, nurturing, growth. Hufflepuffs are generally decent, caring and thoughtful.
  • Slytherins: Slytherins can be cynical and believe that there is darkness in the hearts of all, which divides them from Hufflepuffs. They can often scorn the other Houses for not accepting that there is darkness in everything and everyone, perhaps thinking that those who do not accept this fact are naive.
    Slytherins are absolutely in no way evil by default. Slytherins have a drive to achieve what they want. If something or someone gets in their way, they will simply bulldoze them, which is often why they are considered an “evil” house. They don’t often care who gets hurt in their plans to success, unless it is someone they love. Slytherins have an almost bloodthirsty craving for success. Not achieving this success could actually lead to a downward spiral and they can easily become self loathing.
    Slytherins love deeply, but not widely, another thing which separates them from Hufflepuffs and often Gryffindors. Love and success are probably the two things which mean the most to them, though they often don’t acknowledge the former. Some Slytherins can be group-orientated. Yes, they want individual success, but they still care for their group of friends. Their group of friends just tends to be more “clique-ish” than a Hufflepuff. Slytherins are probably most likely to cover up for a friend if that friend was cheating in a test, whereas a Gryffindor might turn that friend in because their morals would dictate so. On the other hand, certain Slytherins may turn the friend in if they got higher on that specific test that they wanted to get the highest in, if that makes sense.
    Slytherins can be very emotional. They differ from Gryffindors in the fact that they tend to bottle it up, and not wear their hearts on their sleeves so to speak. They are often scornful of those who do wear their hearts on their sleeves, deeming it as weak. For this reason, Slytherins are often good at Legilimency and Occlumency. The containment of their emotions can lead often lead to Slytherins expressing themselves in other ways, such as art, music or writing, or throwing themselves into anything they love to do.  Slytherins usually pick one subject they feel for and stick with it, rather than focusing on them all.  For this reason, the range of jobs which Slytherins favour varies considerably: from doctors and lawyers to painters and musicians. For some Slytherins, but not all, this can be an issue academically. Mostly, the Slytherin ambition will lead them to do a job they have a passion for an love, or they will have a downward spiral into depression.
    The other Houses may view Slytherin morals as lesser than their own, but this is usually because their drive and ambitions comes first and foremost; before their morals. The Sorting Hat is correct when he says that Slytherins are cunning. They tend to manipulate the system to achieve what they want, rather than trying to change the system as a Gryffindor would. Slytherins are resourceful and determined, neither of which are negative qualities as long as the goals they are aiming for are positive ones. They are often good leaders, due to the fact that they can either gently manipulate those who they are leading, or due to the fact they can plan carefully. Slytherins in general plan well before making decisions. They will carefully weigh up each option before deciding something, not jump into anything and not tend to base their decision on instinct, which defines them from Gryffindors. That being said, it does not mean that Slytherins are not risk takers. If they think it will help them get where they want to be, Slytherins will most definitely take risks. They differ from Gryffindors in the fact that Gryffindors are more likely to take risks for the greater good, to help someone, or because they think it is the right thing to do.
    Slytherins are intelligent and often like learning, but they differ from Ravenclaws in the fact that they often want to use their knowledge to achieve their means. Their House symbol is a snake, which represents them well. They are often powerful, but often misunderstood. A snake is not inherently evil. The element associated with Slytherin is water. This is fitting. Water can be mysterious and powerful, which draws a Slytherin. Lastly, Slytherins tend to value tradition and focus on the past.
    The defining traits of Slytherin are ambition, cunning and focus. All the other traits tend to stem from this one.
  • Ravenclaws: They are defined by their love of knowledge, their curiosity. They value it above anything else. They have a constant hunger for knowledge. They love books because of the knowledge they can provide. They love learning.
    They like elegance, but not in the same way as Slytherins. They like innovative designs and new, beautiful solutions to solve problems. They are not traditionalists as many outsiders may seem to think. They are forward looking, not past focussed.
    The unknown attracts Ravenclaws, but not in the same way as it attracts Gryffindors. Whereas Gryffindors may take risks for the the chase or the adventure, for Ravenclaws it is the idea that there may be new knowledge out there for them to obtain. Slytherins care about knowledge and learning to help them achieve their goals, whereas Ravenclaws care about it for what it is. Ravenclaws are possibly the most individualistic of all the students. Their love of knowledge and learning can present itselves in different ways. Some like to chase after academic success, not for other’s approval and recognition, but for themselves and for their own achievement. I disagree with JKR’s analysis of Ravenclaws. It may be her own house, but it shows that perhaps Ravenclaws are more misunderstood than all of the other houses, even Slytherin. The traits which the Pottermore quiz implies define Ravenclaws clashes with the traits which actual Ravenclaws have and value. JKR insists that Ravenclaws want to be imitated, but actual Ravenclaws have no interest in it. They’re too individualistic and don’t care about what others think or are doing. Ravenclaws are also most likely to value the stars, associating them with the unknown and exploration - another area where JKR’s symbolism doesn’t match those of the actual Ravenclaws taking the quiz. JKR thinks Ravenclaws should fear falling from great heights, but this is also untrue. Most Ravenclaws actually fear being caged in the dark, trapping them and constricting their ideas and exploration. The number of Ravenclaws may be fewest because the Pottermore quiz simply does not reflect what they are actually thinking. This shows the Ravenclaw may be the strangest House, even to their creator who’s trying to define it. 
    There are rumours that Ravenclaws are competitive and will backstab other students to achieve the top academic marks. This is untrue in the majority of cases. Most Ravenclaws, at least the ones who reach for high academic success, will only want to achieve it fairly. This is because, as mentioned before, they want it for themselves, not to prove anything. A large proportion of Ravenclaws will often not chase after academic success. They can find the specifications of exams too restricting. They want to learn everything, but not spend time memorising things off by heart. Some Ravenclaws scorn the school system, saying it squashes creativity and tests memory not understanding. Ravenclaws will often go above and beyond what they need to learn for school. This is because they are often not satisfied by explanations and can’t just accept things. They need to understand the mechanisms and principles of everything.
    Ravenclaws are extremely open minded, especially to new ideas. Their house welcomes those who are quirky and possess interests which others may class as “unusual”. Hufflepuff is known for it’s tolerance, but Ravenclaws can often be more tolerant when it comes to strange, yet creative ideas, especially if they think these new ideas are worth something. Hufflepuffs may scorn these ideas, as they may consider them too “airy fairy” which conflicts with Hufflepuff’s practical nature. Ravenclaws constantly want to push the boundaries and test new ideas.
    Ravenclaws can often appear elitists, but they don’t mean to be. If they are, it is usually because they have no time for those that they consider ignorant. If they sense close-mindedness or stupidity in a person, they will simply not want to talk to them. They despise ignorance. They don’t mind teaching or explaining things to those who do want to learn, but they refuse to deal with those who refuse to learn. 
    They are not just the house of learning, they are also the house of wisdom. This means they rarely argue (debating is different) and most Ravenclaws prefer to seek alternative and creative solutions to problems. This ties into their element: air, which has traditionally been associated with intellect, learning and wisdom. Their house animal is an eagle. This represents their ability to see things from a different angle, their unusual point of views and their sharp wit.
    Ravenclaws are usually introverts. They have a whole world in their own mind to explore. They have books and theories and so many other things to explore while they are on their own to ever find being alone boring or lonely. On the other hand, most Ravenclaws do like their ideas to be listened to too. They don’t want to be imitated, but if their ideas are ridiculed, it may cause them to brood and they will take a dislike to those who mock them. This is simply because they think about their own ideas so much, and it means a lot to them. Debates are common in the Ravenclaw common room, and Ravenclaws love these and find them healthy. Ravenclaws are passionate about their ideas, in a similar way to Gryffindors. Some Ravenclaws love to be proved wrong, some Ravenclaws will stick to their side and guard it with their life. This again shows just how uniquely creativity and learning presents itself in the different members of the Ravenclaw house. 
    Ravenclaws are free-thinkers. They like to analyse, they like to make and invent things, theorise and form new ideas. Teachers, inventors and writers are often Ravenclaws, but in actual fact a large number of jobs would attract Ravenclaws, as long as the job is not repetitive and restrictive. Creativity and open-mindedness is a vital part of being a Ravenclaw, just as much as intelligence.
  • Gryffindor: The defining trait of Gryffindor is bravery, and this can present itself in many different ways. A large proportion of Gryffindors translate their bravery into dangerous exploits. A lot of Gryffindors want to be remembered. Adventure and action often define those in this house.
    Another defining feature of the Gryffindor house is passion. Gryffindors are fiery, which is shown in the Pottermore quiz and the house element. If a Gryffindor is passionate about a cause they will throw themselves into it. A Gryffindor feminist, for example, will be willing to attack any sexist douchebag without thinking about. They are most likely to leap before they look, something which other houses may scorn. Gryffindors tend to have a very strong moral compass. Unlike Hufflepuffs, they won’t compromise their sense of justice and their morals to avoid conflict. They have no problem attacking a friend if they believe their friend is in the wrong.  Gryffindors are usually extroverted. They like being around people, being the centre of attention. They like to be constantly doing things. Of course, there are exceptions. They tend to favour Defence Against the Dark Arts because of the element of risk and the action and adventure involved. 
    Gryffindors often care about others a lot. For some, this can be translated into a “hero complex”. As Hermione puts it, “a saving people thing”. This can be a negative thing. They can often want to help others for their own validation and for recognition. For others, it’s about the greater good. They believe it’s the right thing to do, and they believe they should always do the right thing despite the consequences. In fact, Gryffindors don’t often think of the consequences. Or, if they do, they believe consequences are less important than justice and morals. Other Houses tend to dislike them for this, especially Slytherin. Gryffindors are more likely to fight the system than manipulate it, which differentiates them from Slytherins once more. Any jobs which sparks a Gryffindor’s passion and which allows them to be constantly active is suitable for someone in this House: a paramedic, a policeman, an activist.
    Gryffindors can either be independent or group-orientated. It largely depends on the individual. Gryffindor house often breeds good leaders, especially leaders who can inspire their followers and spark a passion in them. 
    Gryffindors are brave, yes. But a willingness to fight for the underdog, to defend those weaker than them and to battle for justice are also very much Gryffindor traits.

(Reblogging for reference purposes. All credit to doeandthestag for the brilliant write-up.)