i will never get over that costume


i get a lot of ideas shared in my inbox, and this was one i had to make real as soon as physically possible! 

i’m feeling like this is a universe where bridgette and felix never meet out of costume, and then keep hoping to find each other once their miraculous duties are over and their powers are gone. they finally meet on the stairs of montmartre, all because bri kept those ribbons in her hair just like ladybug… 

Theatre Kid Problems

-Actor: “have you even looked at the script?”
Other Actor: “I’ll look at it later”
Actor:“were four weeks into rehearsal”

-Whoever measures for costumes need to learn how to Do their JOB

-costumes never fit

-fat kids Dont Get Costumes

-“make sure to dress up on opening night!”

-learn your l i n e s

-“we’re missing seven people”
“Theres nine people in the cast”

-“hey does the spotlight work yet?”
“It hasnt worked for three years”

-Learn your goddamn lines

“He painted over them. He didnt like them”

-Wheres the set? N o i d e a

-“just pull from the budget”


-what budget?

-hell week earns its name

-h e ll

-“hey learn act two lines by next week”
“Um, i don’t even have scene one lines learnt”

-“im going to cancel the fucking show”


-“okay, no, go back and do it again, theres no way you could’ve recovered from that”

-LeArN yOuR fUcKiNg LiNeS

Bullshit - Steve Harrington

Summary: Comforting Steve after his fight/break-up with Nancy. 

Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Mild swearing

Word Count:1643


You watched as the rather large crowd of teens danced in the much too tiny living room at the Halloween party you had been dragged to. Your friend Tiffany claimed that you would be the ‘lamest of lame’ if you didn’t at least make a small appearance at the party; not that it mattered to you, I mean who would even care if you were there or not? But nonetheless you showed up, not dressed up in any costume which was much to Tiffany’s displeasure but that’s what she gets for begging you to come to some stupid house party. You stood there bored out of your mind, you were never much of a party goer, nor a drinker so the red cup with spiked punch in your hand rendered useless. With nothing much to do but watch your fellow classmates make absolute fools of themselves you sat up on the kitchen counter, Tiffany coming over to you for a refill. “You look like a total downer Y/N, why don’t you actually drink what’s in your cup and live a little?” She taunted before taking a sip of the vile punch. “Because unlike everyone here I don’t have the desire to get wasted and dance like an idiot.” Tiffany shrugged her shoulders and wandered back onto the dance floor leaving you alone once again, until the infamous couple of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler came around.

You and Steve have been friends since the beginning of eighth grade when you first showed him how to properly use a can of hairspray. But since you both started high school, your friendship was a bit distant; only a casual head nod here and there from each other in the hall, or a  quick chat over some project while in class but nothing prolonged. You were about to say hi to the couple but before you could do so, Steve was yanking at Nancy’s arm trying his best to cut her off from her drinking, clearly she was far past drunk.

“No, you’ve had enough, okay?” Steve told her, pulling Nancy away from the punch bowl that you sat next to. “Screw you!” Nancy yelled back at him, turning around to fill her cup up again once more. You couldn’t help but watch as the two bickered, but it didn’t last long once the bright red punch was spilt all down the front of Nancy’s white blouse. Your eyes widened at the sight, the two of them quickly disappearing to the bathroom. Unsure of what to do after witnessing the tiff between the couple you decided to get a change of scenery, moving yourself to the front yard of the house. The music was quieter and the amount of people outside was minimal, this was definitely more your scene. While you sat outside you examined the stars above you, making out the constellations that you knew. A moment had passed and you were about to head home, when Steve came out of the front door, slamming it shut. Your eyes followed him as he walked quickly to his car, his hand coming up to wipe tears from his eyes. Your heart was saddened at the sight, and without thinking you quickly jogged over to him as he started to unlock his car.

“Hey Steve…You okay?” You asked quietly as he fumbled with his car keys, starting to get frustrated that he couldn’t stably put the key in the lock. Silence feel between the two of you, nothing but a harsh huff of annoyance coming from the upset boy. “Stev-.” “No Y/N! I’m not okay, I can’t even put my fucking key in the lock to get in my car. And on top of that, my girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend now thinks that us being in love was complete bullshit. Our whole relationship? Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!” The heartbreak was evident in his voice as he snapped at you, but you knew it was out of frustration and not towards you. “Steve, Nancy is drunk, from what I can tell she could barely think straight, I’m sure she doesn’t mean any of that, she still loves you.” You told him, placing your hand on his bicep, trying your best to comfort him as he stood there, leaned up against his car, you beside him. “Drunk or not Y/N, she meant it. She doesn’t love me and that’s not bullshit, it’s the truth.” He wallowed in his own thoughts, his eyes still glossed over from his tears and his face deflated with sadness.

“Why don’t we get you home? It’s getting late.” Is all that you could manage to say, not knowing what else to say to the harsh truth that he had just revealed to you. Taking the keys from Steve’s hand you unlock the door with ease, making him roll his eyes at his own previous failure before you slid into the driver’s side of the car, motioning for Steve to take the passenger seat. “You’ve had a bit to drink and you’ve got a lot on your mind, I don’t think you driving is the best idea.” You told him while you got started on the road, taking the long winding path back to his place.

The drive home was silent mostly because you didn’t have much to say to the brokenhearted boy and after sometime, he has passed out in his seat. Your mind on the other hand was full of things to say, like how the hell someone could break the heart of the sweetest boy you know, or how Steve could fall asleep in the ridiculously uncomfortable car seat. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you had a slight crush on Steve, but what girl with eyes didn’t? A Sweetheart, basketball all-star with amazing hair was quite the trifecta. But you never let your crush on him get out of hand even when the two of you were closer as friends. You knew once he and Nancy started dating that you had to bury the feelings you had for him and that’s what you had done since. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed, to push aside your feelings for someone that you saw nearly everyday, but with time you became adjusted.

Once you had arrived at Steve’s house you turned off the car and leaned over to place your hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Sleepyhead…time to wake up, you’re home.” You whispered to him, shaking his shoulder until you saw his eyes flutter open. Tossing his head back against the headrest he groaned, coming to his reality before he sat up and got out of his car. You did the same, closing the door gently so it wouldn’t wake or alarm his parents. Steve trudged towards his front door, you following behind him and moving him aside to unlock his front door for him, lord knows the last thing he needed was to struggle with another lock and key. But once he was inside and the keys were handed off to him you stood there watching him slump around as he kicked off his shoes. “I’ll see you around Steve.” You muttered to him, stepping back outside to head home, you only lived a few blocks up the road from him.

“Y/N?” A soft voice called out for you, making your heart skip a beat as you spun around with a raised eyebrow.

“D-do you mind staying?” He asked timidly, his eyes wide in appeal. “I know it’s late and you probably want to go home but..I just, I could use someone tonight, some support.” He explained further, toying with his hands as he asked. “Y-you don’t have to, I know we haven’t been…close or talked in awhile but I-.” You cut him off with a friendly squeeze to his intertwined hands, nodding your head in agreement. You saw a look of relief wash over him, something that was enough to put a small smile on your face. The two of you undressed from your coats and quietly tiptoed your way up the stairs to Steve’s room, closing the slightly creaky door behind you two. The room stayed quiet while you two shuffled around, Steve changing out of his party clothes and you doing what you could to make yourself comfortable on the far edge of Steve’s bed.

“You sure you’re okay with staying? You really don’t have to.” Steve told you, crawling into bed beside you, some respectable distance between you two. “I wouldn’t be in bed with you if I didn’t mind staying.” You whisper over to him, tucking the covers up to your chin. “Get some rest Steve.” You assure him with a nod of your head as it lays on one of his pillows. Doing as you suggested, Steve rests his head back as well and closes his eyes, beginning to drift back to sleep.

Your own eyes started to get heavy as the minutes passed, finally giving in and letting your eyes close; the image of a peacefully resting Steve was the last thing you had saw before they closed. The room once again was dead silent only the slight brisk noise of the fan on the ceiling spinning round. “Can I ask you something…?” A sleepy voice mumbled to you, making your tired eyes slightly open, “Hmm?” You hummed back in response, scooting closer to hear what was being asked of you.

“Do you think I’m bullshit?” He asked, voice laced with sleep and exhaustion.

“No Steve, you’re quite the opposite.” You tell him, finding his hand under the covers, lacing it with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. He gave the slightest squeeze back to your dainty hand, his head coming over to rest against your shoulder, making your stomach fill with butterflies.

“Thanks Nance.”

Author’s note: I think this turned out pretty well! Let me know what you guys think of it and whether or not you want a part two! Thank you!

EDIT: Part two here!! 


Yuri has always wondered how Victor was like before performances.

It’s his first time seeing Victor warm up before a major competition, and by first time, Yuri means up close, a red and white RU jacket folded over his arm, and not from a painful distance shyly looking over Celestino’s shoulder. 

Just say hi already, Celestino would say in mild irritation, and to which Yuri would answer in a pained groan, over my cold dead body, thank you very much.

“Darling, do you mind?” Victor asks in a gentle, soft tone that is new to Yuri, and that pet name, darling, he’s never been called that before. Victor sits on the matted floor, legs spread almost into a side split, and he’s beckoning Yuri to help him into a stretch.

“Yeah, of course.” Yuri miraculously answers in time because his chest is still feeling as tight as a heart attack at being called darling. He settles in front of Victor and adopts a smaller angle side split. He supports Victor’s position by planting his heels against his ankles and offers his hands forward. Victor slips his hands into Yuri’s wordlessly.

Everything stills for a moment, a mutedness wrapping itself around the two of them, and all that exists and all that matters at that second is the trembling hands Yuri is holding. The quake he is feeling is invisible to the eye but volcanic to the touch–confident outwardly, but scared inwardly. Yuri looks up at Victor, a calm ocean with a destructive undertow.

Are you alright? What can I do? How can I make this better? Yuri’s mouth won’t work, but it seems his eyes do, because Victor’s lips upturns to a small smile.

“Don’t be afraid that I’m afraid, zvyozdochka.” he speaks to him softly, looks at him softly, touches him softly, as if it is Yuri who’s fighting a battle and needs to  be placated. “I feel scared all the time. Just doesn’t look like it.”

Zvyozdochka, little star, that Yuri’s been called often. He softens at the words and lets a wall down, thumbs skating circles onto Victor’s hands. “I never knew that about you.”

“You’re the only one who does.” Victor smiles, “I don’t hold hands with just anybody before going into the ice.”

Yuri chuckles under his breath, pulling Victor forward into the stretch, helping him until his upper body is flush against the floor. Yuri drapes himself over Victor’s back, palms gently running across the fabric of his costume.

“You’ll be great, Vitya.”


wellirving, In light of this STUNNING revelation (not kidding or over-exaggerating), I would just like to remind the world exactly what we’re talking about here:

It’s THIS guy’s pants we’re talking.  Not Thor-Loki, not TTDW-Loki, AVENGERS-Loki. Who has the best costume out of the three because of…

…those GOD DAMNED STRAPPY STRAPS.  You know what they do to me.  Also, look how those straps rest upon that beautifully leathered-up thigh.  If I look at this one too long today I won’t be able to leave the house today.  I have to leave the house today.

Look, here’s Action Tom walking around in his Loki pants in natural lighting.  You can see the detailing on the inside of the left thigh as well as the boots in all their glorious purpose.  Plus, check out the texture on the exterior of the lower half of his jacket.  And how that tunic drapes over the left thigh…..  WAIT, this is supposed to be about the pants.  That he STOLE.  THAT ARE LIKELY IN HIS CLOSET AS WE SPEAK.  *ahem* Moving on….

Guess what we never get to see?  The Loki costume from a ¾ turn rear view.  The metal grommet work on the outside of the thigh ALONE makes me want to do bad things.  A rear shot of those boots!  The detailing on all edges of the jacket…..  FUCK – pants, focus on the pants!

Peek-a-boo!  It’s the OTHER leg from a side shot.  Good to know they’re identical (they didn’t have to be).  I included this shot for the conformation.  ALSO FOR REASONS. And to call attention to the gold leather insert on the jacket.   And how the fabric on the biceps match the overlap pattern of the leather on his tunic/chest plate.  The detail work of the forearm armor…..I bet those are cold if they’re pressed to one’s bare flesh….. FOCUS, DAMNIT!

Now we come full circle and see those pants, from mostly the front, in a real-life scenario (you know how this kills me).  Now we know that the grommet work on the lower right side of his tunic matches the outside of both pant legs.  Look how soft and pliant that leather looks.  AND WAIT, are we seeing a little peep-show that involves both inner thighs and a bit of the crotch…? And that smile  AND THOSE HANDS. You know I can go on and on and on about that jacket, tunic, and breastplate (ohhhhhh that breastplate) but I’ll leave it all here for your perusal.

Just know, that when this shot was initially shared, these pants deserved, no NEEDED to be deconstructed more than they were.  This photo does bring to the table that the leather pattern below the knee matches both the fabric work on the jacket bicep as well as the pattern on the torso/low chest of the tunic.  


I just included this one because he’s touching his own leather and calling attention to the slightness of his waist.  Just gratuitous hotness.  Sorry, not sorry.

P-to-the-S, I think this post is far more deserving than Meh-g’s Doctorate.  I know it’s sure as fuck more useful….

Succumb. (Jihoon Smut)

for the anon who requested this! sorry if it’s not to your liking jafhdakfbakjdfbadsf im so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyy but he looks like a fucking kitty here omg. btw i kinda got carried away because i have a thing for fem!dom and like idk why i just do. there are parts where he is completely out of character but then again this is a work of fiction. :) i just fucking hope you guys like it, i don’t know what happened anymore, just oh god. i don’t know if this is enough because i’m not satisfied and idk how chastity shit works hbfkjsbfskjfg so enjoy!!

word count: 7.1k holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

disclaimer: so this kinda has mommy kink and stuff. sorry not sorry.

also i guess things will get kinky?!?!?!?

-admin kate x

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Celebrating Halloween for the first time with Peter Parker would include:

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

• “i always liked the idea of Halloween, i never got to celebrate though….”

•"wait, what?! You never got to celebrate Halloween?!“

• he would make it his responsibility to educate you about the holiday.

• “Peter, i don’t think a flow chart is tgat necessary.” “hush, (y/n). The avengers do it this way.” “i’m officially on the team you-” “i said hush.”

• wanda and Natasha getting you two matching costumes.

•“guys it’s too sexy…” “Nothing’s too sexy (y/n)” natasha argues. “today’s the day you can dress slutty” wanda sits you down and they both help you with the costume and make up.

• steve, bucky and tony being super-over protective.

•“oh, no.no.no. no! You don’t wear that outside, missy” tony crosses his arms. “steve!” you would look at the blonde “no.” steve would shake his head. “BUCKY!”

• “WHAT?!” he would come with a gun. After listening and saying everything he would only have one thing to say. “oh, no, hell no. You don’t get to wear the catwoman costume outside.”

• Natasha and wanda would come to your rescue.

•peter would soon arrive dressed as Batman, enjoying the cape and using the “batman” voice to announce his arrival.

•"hey (y/n)- WHOA”

•he won’t be able to take his eyes off you.

•"stop it, kid. You’re drooling.“ tony would point.

•peter would actually check. You’d grin like an idiot, obviously blushing.

• “let’s go, batsy?” you ask in a sexy voice.

• “of course.” he would soon get in his character.

• the guys lowkey threatening him to not try anything funny and take care of you.

• you both would laugh a lot and act like total goofs.

•ned and MJ loving your costumes.

•aunt may would take pictures. “i always liked the idea of catwoman and batman being together” she would wink, embarrassing peter and making you laugh.

• you flirt with him all night. To your surprise, he flirts back.

•pictures. Loads of pictures.

•“they need to kiss.” ned says to michelle. “oh they need to stop the eye fucking and just do it in some alley if it means this stops.” she would reply. “ew, but true.” ned would nod.

•throwing candies at each other.

• ned and MJ getting tired of all the beating around the bush.

•“get some.” ned would push Peter towards you and Michelle would do the same making you two crash into each other.

• “hehe, Wh-, what the hell guys?” peter would be blushing furiously.

• “KISS.” they would say in unison. “put us out of our misery!”

•"aw, is the big bat scared? How-” you never get to finish your sentence because he crashes your lips against yours.

•"I’m never scared.“ him using the batman voice as he pulls away. You rolling your eyes and kissing him. The kiss is deepened and you two are straight up making out.

• “jeez, guys. We’re still here… ” Michelle would say in disgust. “i got a picture!” ned would show you to his phone grinning.

• smiling, blushing, holding hands till you get back to the towers.

• “bye, (y/n)” Peter would smiles not wanting to let go of your hand. You don’t want to either.

•tony getting suspicious. His eyes widen as he notice peter’s too red lips. “steve!”

•"DID YOU TWO FONDUE?!“ he would ask scared.

•"NO” you both would reply. “we just kissed. Then kinda made out, okay bye!” you would rush to your room.

•the guys turning to peter.

•him climbing up a window and looking them dead in the eyes. “I’m Batman” he jumps out the window.

• “I’m going to beat the hell out of him” bucky says from a corner.

A/N: hope you huys liked it! Love you all loads. I know it’s super early but hey. I’m thinking of doing a supernatural x teen!reader one too. Tell me you want me to do it!!

Something wicked this way comes… 💀
Bringing it back to the #Enchantress cosplay I made for DIY Cosplay Shop back when that was still a thing! I get messages pretty much every day asking when the show is coming back and I can honestly say I have no idea. I’ve filmed 2 episodes that have never come out and don’t know if they ever will. (Green Arrow and Tron) 😥 As much as I wish it were different, I have no control over the channel and what videos get made or released. I just come in and make things when I’m told to. I really enjoy being on the show and showing you guys how to make new costumes so I hope the company decides to bring the show back soon! #suicidesquad #cosplay #cosplaygirl

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anonymous asked:

Hey hey ♡ I have a little request for you since I fell in love with your writings. How would the RFA, Searan and V react if fem!MC would call them "master" ? I'd love a NSFW version :)

okay so the context for this is basically MC works at a maid cafe and ‘accidentally’ says that to them 

also NSFW lmao i can try but- y’all know i’m bad at sin xD


  • he walked through the door expecting the more than normal “hello” from MC but
  • instead it was “Good day, Master~”
  • one of those big anime “EHHHH?!” things
  • he can’t even form words like omfg what the heck just happened? 
  • he immediately starts blushing because he’s really turned on and he just covers his mouth in embarrassment 
  • Knees weak and slightly shaking he makes his way over to MC and just literally f a l l s into her arms cuz he’s so. damn. lightheaded from MC’s simple, less than provocative words
  • “M-MC.. please give me a heads up before you do something like that, my heart can’t go from doki doki to heart ATTACK.”
  • MC: ??? did i do something do i need to call ambulance


  • He just came back from a run
  • Nice and sweaty… steamin’ hot, really.
  • Anyway he’s like taking a sip from his water bottle when he opens the door 
  • “Welcome, Master!”
  • he just cHOKES 
  • he’s over there like coughing cuz water almost got into his lungs all the while MC is still pouncing around in her fricken (work) clothes
    • which is hella kawaii btw 
  • and he’s feeling it man
  • it’s now or never 
  • so he promptly recovers from his coughing fit and picks up MC bridal style 
  • “EW you’re getting my costume all sweaty and gross”
  • “How can you say that to your “Master”?“
  • *MC’s face turns flush red when she realizes what her slip up has now caused
  • weoo not complaining for what’s to happen next though ;))


  • I thought we promised to keep it PG 
  • but not today honey, not today
  • Jaehee was working (the usual) 
  • MC brought in some coffee so she could stay alive awake
  • and as she sets down the cup, MC just asks as if it were natural
  • “Master, would you like me to draw a cat on top of your latte?”
  • The only thing Jaehee could see atm was MC in a freaking a kitty lingerie outfit
  • she’d never liked cats more before
  • snapping back into reality she saw MC’s face staring at her dumbfounded
  • cuz she ain’t a perv like u baehee 
  • And she gives Jaehee a peck on the lips before she gets pulled under by Jaehee’s naughty, naughty thoughts


  • it was Sunday morning and he was playing with Elly as usual
  • MC was in the kitchen making some kitty shaped pancakes for the two of them but what Jumin didn’t know was that MC dressed up as a maid for the fun of it (since he never got to see her in it)
  • “Master~ breakfast is served” she announced as she left the kitchen looking SUPER ADORABLE in her outfit 
  • Jumin just stares at her and a sly smile begins to form on his lips
  • “Did you wear that for me?”
  • MC gives him a little wink and
  • He snickers a little and leaves Elly to play alone
  • *kabedon MC against the wall*
  • you can choose a pose (but tbh i think pose #4 is just perfect)
  • “would i get in trouble for ripping this?” he says has he tugs roughly at her skirt


  • so he was just playing on his computer and suddenly MC just spins his chair around
  • his eyes widen at the sight of her in a maid outfit
  • “How do I look, Master?”
  • then he starts getting r e a l e x c i t e d
  • to MC’s dismay, he decides to hold a maid outfit challenge
  • and they literally have to Skype call all of the RFA to get votes
  • also did i mention Zen voted for Seven lmfao
  • sorry MC, no sexy time for you - Seven’s just… being Seven


  • He was just tryna get some new socks okay
  • little cinnamon bun innocent as hell but
  • he accidentally walked in on MC changing out of her work clothes
  • “M-MC?”
  • unconsciously she answers “Yes, master?”
  • whoop 
  • there he goes, red as a tomato
  • “M-master?”
  • MC looks at him kinda confused like why is he so red-
  • ohhhh
  • so she decides to play with this cute bby a little more
  • she leans in real close man so close he can feel her hot breath on his neck
  • “Or should I say… my saviour?”


  • MC just came back from work and he can’t see her outfit because he’s freaking blind ok
  • but he can smell her perfume
  • “MC, you’re home!”
  • he walks over to give her a hug
  • “Yes, Master~”
  • he kinda stiffens like 
  • what did she just say?
  • MC goes in for a tight hug and he can feel all the frilly fabric 
  • and his breath hitches a bit because she smells like cotton candy and 
  • he’s suddenly a little choked man he’s gotta loosen the non-existent tie around his neck to calm the f down
  • and he like clears his throat a little
  • BUT THEN MC goes in for a kiss and he just cannot anymore 
  • “MC let’s go to the room to finish this”

LOL i wanted to add pics cuz it’s more fun lmao 

also sorry this is very SFW

~Cherry L.

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Prompt: Mathew Grey Gubler smut. You are a guest star on criminal minds and you play a role that involves you kissing a another man, Matthew gets jealous and asks you to come to his trailer and well smut happens if you do this thank you

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Word Count: 1918 words

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: liked this prompt so much, just had to write it tonight. It’s 3 am and I just finished, so I’m terribly sorry for any spelling mistakes but I’ll have to check them later. Basically the reader is a guest show on criminal minds, playing the love interest of Shemar, when she goes off script and things get more heated as Matthew is watching, and then meets her in the trailer for some revenge. Hope you enjoy! My inbox/ requests are always open xxx


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With A Little Bit Of Sugar

Request by: @toasterstrutle 

“Yo, I’m a huge sucker for soulmates au’s, same with coffee shop au’s, and any story where characters A and B (in this case Draco and Harry) get stuck in the same room for a long time.” 

°One Shot

°Pairing: Drarry (Draco x Harry)

°Warnings: Slight NSFW??? Idk??? Harsh Language

                                 ~With A Little Bit Of Sugar~

“Only one more hour to go.”

With a heavy sigh Ron leaned against the little open doorway that leads to the kitchen, whitch is seperated from the rest of the Cafe’.

“Yeah. I miss my bed.”

Harry, his best friend and workmate, chuckled and threw the piece of cloth he used to clean up some of the already empty tables over his shoulder.

“I miss my girl, Hermione.”

It’s been about two years now and Harry still didn’t get used to the sight of his two best friends being all lovey dovey with each other.

Ron and Harry have been besties since they were little kids. They met in school and never left each others side until this very day.

And Hermione?

Well, she was a new kid when they were in second grade. She used to live far away, but due to her dad’s promotion (he’s a dentist) they had to move and that’s basically how the trio found each other.

As time grew by, Ron and Hermione got together and as soon as they could call themselves adults the two of them moved into a nice flat together.

Harry, too, had a flat of his own, but unlike Ron his lover was his bed.

Why I said lover and not girlfriend?

Well, our little Harry is gay.

He discovered that during fifth year in his school. At that time, he also had his first actual crush.

Sure, he found some girls pretty before that. There was this girl called Cho Chang, he fancied her but he never told her. Not because he was too afraid, more likely because the thought of being with her, kissing her and…doing certain things with her seemed so absurd to him.

In other words, he quickly got over that ‘crush’.

There was a short period of time where he found Ginny Weasley, Ron’s sister; cute and he even considered going on a date with her, even tho he was scared of Ron’s reaction, but he just couldn’t.

Even after she told him that she liked him he rejected her and moved on fast.

Luckily, she found someone that could make her happy.

It was until he walked into class that Harry told himself he just wasn’t intrested in those two specific girls.

It all started with this one french class.

Harry was forced to choose between spanish, latin and french.

Latin didn’t even cross Harry’s mind once-like who the fuck speaks latin anymore?

And spanish and french were his least favourite languages, but since he had to choose one, he decided to give the french class a try.

Ron, that idiot he is, lost his sheet, so the teachers said he had to go to spanish, while Hermione volunteery joined the latin class (WHO THE FUCK SPEAKS THAT ANYMORE).

The dork he is, he ended up being late on his first day at french class and had to sit next to a girl that wouldn’t stop talking.

He remembers her name was Pansy something. She had black hair and always wore black, white and green clothes. For example her favourite green skirt, combined with white high socks, black shoes, a white blouse and a green, sometimes black tie around her neck.

But the most remarkable thing about her probably was her red lipstick.

Pansy however doesn’t even matter that much in this story.

Who mattered much more was who she was friends with-Draco Malfoy, the boy that everyone would tell you to stay away from if they were in one of those cliche’ teeny movies.

The thing was, Harry had just discovered who he was as a person, and then someone like Draco Malfoy steps into his life, just like this, and messes up everything.

He used to play Basketball back then, and just because of Malfoy messing with his head and his heart, Harry never showed up at practice anymore.

Harry had never been less interested in Basketball; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.

In other words, Harry had the hugest crush ever on Draco Malfoy himself, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Nothing other than masturbate every chance he got to the thought of Draco and him getting it on.

There was a little party in their school and everyone was there. Of course, some alcohol was involved, which is why Harry believes that this was the reason for what Malfoy did, but when they were outside the school and talked about deep stuff, Draco kissed him.

It was Harry’s first kiss and he felt his heart burst with joy. But that heart got torn apart the next day, when Draco told him it was a big mistake and that he was disgusted by what they did and that, if he sees Harry anywhere near him or his friends again, he would beat the shit out of him.

The next day, Draco was hanging on Pansy’s lips and when Harry wanted to confront them, Malfoy turned his words into reality.

The poor boy didn’t know what hurt more; his heart or the bruises his classmate caused that day.

Whatever it was, Harry decided to ignore the pain and Malfoy for the rest of his life, which was hard because he left quite a weird looking scar on his forehead.

But, the years passed and they all finished school and went on with their lifes.

And they never saw each other again.

A little ring was heard from the bell hanging over the door, signaling Ron and Harry that someone just entered.

“I’ll take this one. You can go and get to your girl.”


“Yeah, go. See you tomorrow. And tell Hermione I said hey.”

They said farewell and as Ron left through the backdoor, Harry grabbed his little notebook and walked towards the costumer, that sat with his back to him.

Strange, he thought. No one else seems to be here anymore. And it’s oddly dark for this hour of the day.

But since he wanted to be a professional, he just shook his head and put a smile at his tired face.

“Good evening, sir, what can I bring yo-”

There was a small sound heard of something colliding with the floor, and Harry’s face looked like death itself.

No way…




“Wha…what are you doing here?!”

“Obviously, I wanted some coffee.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. After all this time, and all he said was that he wanted some goddamn coffee?!

Who the fuck gives two shits about a coffee in this situation?!


“Didn’t you hear me? I mean, I get that I damaged your stupid face, but did you get deaf or something? I said I wanted a coffee. With a little bit of sugar, if you can tell what sugar and what salt is.”

Harry was mad; no he was furious.

“Is that everything?”, Harry growled, his fake smile obviously covering up the storm inside the young male.

“No, that would be it.”

Draco grinned at Harry’s misery, but as he watched him walk away into another part of the building, Draco’s mask fell.

His eyes became teary and he had to bite his lip in order to keep the sobs from coming out.

What has he done?

It was at the time to apologize.

He whiped away the tears quickly, shut the front door with a switch of his hand on the lock and walked to where Harry has disappeared.


Draco entered the room and slammed the open door shut behind him…only to find horror on the others face.



Instead of answering, Harry just yanked at the door, which won’t open.

“You idiot, Malfoy! This door needs a key to be opened, and my key IS NOT in THIS ROOM!!!!”


“Yeah, right.”

The boy sighed and sat on a little two seat sofa.

Draco sat next to him and looked through the tiny room.

It seemed like a storing room for small things, like flour and sugar and all that kind of stuff.

And, to his surprise, there were an open salt and an open sugar package on the little cupboard.

Okay so, either he was trying to poisen him with that salt, or he actually was checking which one is which. Did he take his nasty comment seriously?

“Look, Potter, I actually came to talk to you.”

Mentioned one turned his head to Draco, and suddenly their faces were way closer than they should be.

It took him back to the party…and the day after.

“You see…ugh, I’m not good at this, okay?”

Draco took a deep breath and felt relieved that Harry now didn’t seem as angry anymore; he actually seemed very interested in what Malfoy had to say.

“First of all, I’d like to say that you still have not aged up one bit. I mean, oh god, sorry I…”

And there was it-a small chuckle, almost unnoticed, but Draco heard it clearly, and his heart jumped.

And suddenly it felt so much easier.

“Harry, I am sorry. For everything. You see, back then, when we were in school, Pansy always told me about you and how good you would be for me. In this state of my life, my father was sent to prison, because he robbed a building and hurt people in the act, He was getting blackmailed and saw no other way out than to do what they said. The one that made my father do it-ugh that fucking asshole, he broke my whole family apart.

He’s in prison too, forever, while my father was supposed to get out after five years, but…he died in his cell. He slipped in the small bathtub und hurt his head, and the staff didn’t give two shits so he died due to the bleeding.

My mother never was the same anymore and I had only myself, Blaise and Pansy. So when she told me about you, I wanted to get to know you so badly.

Harry, after a while, I had these thoughts about you, and they scared me because I never thought about someone like this, let alone a boy I just met a few weeks ago.

I kissed you that night because I wanted it, I didn’t drink one bit alcohol. And I was aware of how it felt and I was aware of the way I couldn’t sleep the whole night cause you kept creeping into my mind and god, I was aware that I was no good for you.

So I hurt you to stay away. to make you walk away from me because you deserve so much better. I’m selfish, but this time I had to think about you. When I kissed Pansy, I felt like throwing up, cause that cheep lipstick felt so wrong, and your lips felt so right, and when I hit you I felt like I was dying.”

There were tears in both boy’s eyes and Draco raised his hand to slightly brush his fingers over the scar he made.

“I bet I left even worse scars in your heart, didn’t ?”

Harry nodded, but then took Draco’s hand in his.

A sob escaped his lips and Harry finally pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Draco, we both made mistakes. Let’s forget what happened, okay? Fuck, I’m so happy to see you again.”

They both laughed a bit before they looked into each others eyes, and then, finally finally finally, they leaned in and their lips locked together.

Neither could hide their smile anymore when their lips met, and when they pulled away, they were grinning like idiots.

Draco cupped Harry’s face with his hands and leaned his forehead against his.

“I missed that.”

Harry smiled.

“I missed you.”


The next day, Ron and Hermione walked into the Cafe’ and were confused when they saw Harry’s jacket and keys on the counter.


Since they got no answer they opened the little door to the store room.

“Oh my god!!”

Shocked the couple stared at a sleeping Harry on the couch, a sleeping Draco in his arms.

Hermione pointed to the cupboard.

“What did they need the sugar for?”

Hope you liked it, sorry if I got anything wrong. Lots of love!<3


some spooky scary halloween prompts (for OTPs or BROTPs)
  • we’re both at this halloween party and you are SLOSHED and your friends ditched you, i can’t leave you alone??
  • we don’t know each other but i came as (character A) and you came as (character B) and well, look at that, (character A/character B) is both of our otps…strange…we should do something about that….like make out
  • whoops you’re wearing the same costume as my best friend, i did not mean to hug you and kiss your cheek, where is my friend?? but you are so cute
  • we’re at a harry potter themed halloween party and you and i are the ONLY hufflepuffs, what the heck?
  • you come up to my door in the middle of a sea of children, aren’t you a little old to be trick-or-treating??
  • we’re both bobbing for apples and it gets super competitive very fast
  • can you please turn off “this is halloween” it’s fucking JUNE
  • you’re scared of haunted houses and halloween attractions and i don’t even know you but your friends left you behind (what dicks) so i’m gonna hold your hand and get you through this, alright?
  • ever since we were kids its been our tradition to binge watch horrible scary movies on halloween, go get the popcorn ready
  • you absolutely loathe horror films whereas i love them, can we please please please just watch one? i’ll hold you if you get scared!
  • why on earth did i think a good first date was watching the human centipede with them on halloween, they’re never going to call me back
  • there’s a costume contest at our school/campus and you’ve won the last three years…i’m determined to beat you for best costume this year
  • you’re very superstitious, so when you come over to my apartment for the first time and see i have a black cat, you start to cry and wtf i have no idea what to do?? but socks won’t hurt you, i promise?? i’ve had him for five years and he’s never brought bad luck??
  • i thought you were joking about being a witch but holy shit, you actually practice witchcraft, that’s so cool and also kind of intimidating?
  • we decided to go camping with a bunch of our friends on halloween and we’re telling ghost stories around the fire when we hear a sound come from the woods…turns out you just went to go pee, jesus, you scared us
  • you have no idea what until dawn is and you’re terrified of horror games/films and i make you play it with me on halloween, i know i’m a dick, but it’s such a good game!
  • better yet, we’re starting out youtubers and we dedicated all of october to playing scary games like slenderman, fnaf, indie games, until dawn, etc and because of our pansy ass crybabying over the horror genre we get really popular really fast?? how? why???
  • we share an apartment and you decide to go all-out decorating for halloween while i’m at work. a notice would’ve been nice before i walked into a fake spider web and cried because i thought it was real, thanks a lot

ok so our school has a running joke that you can get “high” on correctly solving math problems. This is cuz the geometry teacher always asks “are you ready to get high on math” like all the time. The other day there was a costume day and she had a homemade cape that said “dont do drugs, do math for a natural high” and our class just fucking lost it. Even the kids who arent in geometry know about the math high and it like a school wide joke now. The teacher wanted to sell “Math High” T shirts as a fundraiser but never got around to but i woulda bought that shirt three times over

📱 TFLN Starters – 7/?? 📱

  • [text]: I was speaking french the whole night. Until i got arrested. Then I decided I should probably start speaking English.
  • [text]: He dreamed I was a serial killer and now he won’t let me touch knives
  • [text]: I asked her if she could eat some Doritos so when we made out it would taste awesome
  • [text]: I spy something regrettable…
  • [text]: I hate it when the guy who runs the chicken and waffles truck is convinced that I run a cult.
  • [text]: The night is not complete until I am drnk and speaking to inanimate objects
  • [text]: all i wanted to do was something grown up. like go to applebees and drink.
  • [text]: she makes me feel like im THAT guy in a the taylor swift song
  • [text]: Sometimes you have a glimmer of a heart and then I immediately remember you are dead inside.
  • [text]: No, I stopped taking my meds because I like crazy me better
  • [text]: Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out”–you’re our first contestant
  • [text]: I found your bra. How you get it off the satellite dish is your problem.
  • [text]: I’ll have you know my trust issues and my daddy issues are two COMPLETELY different topics of conversation.
  • [text]: I wish I had some fucking Fairy God Parents, I want a kit kat so bad.
  • [text]: I’m trying to bond with my sister…Its like getting to know a person I never met that I don’t like
  • [text]: Simple revenge plan: break into his house and steal one shoe of every pair
  • [text]: I’m slightly possessive over the guacamole when i’m stoned.
  • [text]: I just ran into the woods like an idiot because ADVENTURE.
  • [text]: If we went to a costume party as Batman and Robin I would go as Robin, that’s how much you mean to me
  • [text]: Pounding your chest saying “me Tarzan” is not flirting or even talking
  • [text]: Dude, you just left me a 3 minute voicemail of pop rocks in your mouth. Im sitting right next to you
  • [text]: You need southern Jesus.
  • [text]: Peanut butter fills the cracks of my heart
  • [text]: FYI… At my funeral, it will be your job to throw yourself dramatically onto my casket.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a drabble for Jily with number 23 or 29 I can't pick? Thank you!

“at it like bunnies”

#23: “The skirt is supposed to be short.”

modern muggle au <3

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” Lily says, indignant.

Marlene just sniggers. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyebrows did.” Lily inspects herself in the mirror one more time and then turns to face her friend and housemate.

“You look great, can we go now?” Marlene asks, finishing off the bottle of wine in her hand in one take.

“Is she ready?” Mary pops her head around the door, looking hopeful. Lily frowns at both of them. “Aw, don’t be like that Lils, you’ve been an hour.”

“We’re prinking!”

“No, you’re primping.” Marlene just manages to dodge the cushion Lily throws at her.

“Fine then, let’s go.” Lily grabs her bag and pulls Marlene up from the bed.

“She’s ready!” Mary yells as they head downstairs, and the responding cheer from the kitchen makes Lily frown again.

Marlene slings a comforting arm around her shoulder. “We love you really.”

If this was a normal night, Lily would have been ready a long time ago. As it stands though, it’s a fancy dress night and she has a plan. So she accepts the teasing from her friends as they do one last shot and then leave, heading towards the pub, because she knows it will all be worth it.

Except it’s not, not immediately anyway. The first pub, their usual, is packed full of other uni students in fancy dress, all in varying degrees of effort. A pack of boys have stretched their student budget to buy banana outfits whilst, next to them, two girls are wearing black dresses with wooden placards around their next, informing Lily they’ve been arrested for public disturbance. Tegan scowls when she sees them, because she too has opted for the jailbird look but, unlike them, has gone full out.

Mary, barely a ladybug with a red dress and some wings, orders the first round. It helps Lily ignore the fact that the reason she’s wearing her ridiculous get up isn’t in the pub. It does not help her ignore the two leering freshers, Thing 1 and Thing 2, who are clearly making bets about which one of them can get her number. Leering was to be expected though and, like the teasing, Lily takes it because it will be worth it, no one’s got the guts up yet to actually approach her and because in an outfit like hers, she can’t say she wouldn’t stare either.

It had been Marlene’s idea, and Lily had agreed both because she was desperate and because she’d known she’d look good. And she does. The skirt, as short as humanely possible without showing her arse, and the heels, too high for her own good, make her legs look endless. It’s a look that could kill.

It’s also a look, apparently, which boosts her alcohol tolerance and self assurance. So, by the time they reach a club, despite the several rounds of shots and jaeger bombs, she manages to get passed the bouncers without stumbling once. They dance for what feels like hours, Lily spinning with Mary and Tegan and almost breaking her ankle when she drops to the floor during Low with Gemma. Marlene vanishes and returns with a boy, yelling to the girls that he’s got a party at his house.

They go and Lily has almost forgotten why she is wearing what she’s wearing. Then she steps into the boy’s living room and she remembers.

He’s dancing on the other side of the room, with Sirius, of course, and he looks beautiful. Maybe it’s the disco lighting. Maybe it’s the leather jacket he’s wearing. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s in love with him. Whatever it is, he’s never looked fitter and Lily almost runs out of the room before he can get a chance to see her.

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the great debate | pjm

summary: when a best friend debate turns into something more.
{friends to lovers!au}
pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 1k
genre: fluff and crack (as per usual)
warnings: none
a/n: a part 2 to the meme series. i’m having a blast. inspired by real life events.

Park Jimin is your best friend, and he always has been. Right from the second he stepped foot into your elementary school classroom, you knew that the two of you would go together like bread and butter.

You come to the conclusion that you can no longer be friends with Park Jimin, have any sort of contact with Park Jimin, at Hoseok’s annual Halloween bash, where you and Jimin have coordinated costumes for what is probably the fourth or fifth year in a row. Jimin is a block of swiss cheese and you are a glass of fine wine, and if the sight of a wine glass and a piece of cheese arguing with each other isn’t an image straight out of Google Stock Photos, you don’t know what is.

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