the art of being a gentleman

because who doesn’t want a muggle au? 

James should be thinking about several things.

He should be thinking about his history course work due in two days or his match on Saturday. He should be thinking about the prefect timetable he has yet to organise and he definitely should be thinking about the niggling pain in the back of his knee and if he should mention it to his coach. What he categorically shouldn’t be thinking about is the pretty redhead at his bus stop and how he wants to kiss the colour out of her lips and hold it in his chest.

She’s wearing those bloody jeans again, the same as the week before, that hug her legs and around her waist (and other areas James definitely isn’t looking at). The streetlamps have already clicked on, her skin is woven gold under the amber light.

He can’t look away, won’t look away as she wanders up and down the bus stop, her fingers tapping at her phone screen and her mouth lifting into a lazy smile as she reads a text. Thunderous grey clouds hang heavy in the sky and he wonders if he is going mad, standing in the cold about to be soaked when with one call he could have a car pick him up with complimentary tea and biscuits.

The girl smiles again and he knows he’s going mad because his heart is pumping in his throat and flowers are growing through his ribs. His phones rings and he lifts it to his ear, noticing there is still a smear of blood across his bruised knuckles.

“We need your help,” Sirius tells him. James can hear what he thinks is Pete trying to move a bed. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the bus stop, I need to nip to the flat to grab something.” James tells him, craning his neck to see if the bus is coming. The girl glances at him, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth. James flashes her a grin and blood burns up the neck he so desperately wants to press his lips against.

“I thought that’s what you were doing last week?” Sirius replies.

“Yeah, I just need something else.” James winces at the silence that follows. There’s another crash and Pete is violently swearing.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that redhead who was on the bus last week, would it?”

James can’t stop his eyes flickering to where she stands, leaning against a lamppost, her silhouette cut from the shadows. “Err- potentially- anyway why did you need me?”

“We’re trying to find Moony’s philosophy notes, he’s hidden them.”

He runs his hand through his hair, it needs a wash to get rid of the remnants of mud. “Obviously, last time you used them you spilt gin all over them.”

“That wasn’t my fau- oh you utter bastard you know where they are don’t you?”

James laughs and leans against the crumbling brick wall behind him. “Look, Pads, I’ve got to go, I’ll see you tonight.”

There’s more crashing and what sounds like ‘James you fucker’ before James can press end call. The girl is staring at him, the corner of her mouth twitching. He pockets his phone with a sheepish grin at her. He’s about to ask her something, anything. Words are climbing up his throat and dancing across his tongue, a ballet of letters held between his teeth.

Then the sky opens.

The rain isn’t particularly heavy but it’s the sort that seeps under the skin and lingers in the blood, James’s hair is already damp by the time he gets his hood up. The girl is shivering, her thin jumper soaked through. James’s legs start moving before his brain does, his hands unzipping his rugby bag and fishing out his school hoodie. The girl looks confused, James must too because he’s not really sure what he’s doing.

“Here, it’ll stop you freezing to death.” He says, offering it to her. She reaches for it, uncertainty spilling out of her eyes. “I’m James, by the way.”

“You’re not a serial killer, are you?” she asks once she’s tugged it over her head. He almost misses the question, thinking too much about how she would look in nothing but his rugby shirt.

She’s staring at him expectantly, her brow crinkled ever so slightly.

“Only on Thursdays, you should be safe.”

She laughs, sunlight falling from her lips, her fingers tucking strands of copper hair under the hood. “I’m Lily,” she says. Lily. He nods, it settles in his stomach like it’s always been there, Lily. The rain keeps up it’s symphony on the pavement.

“So how posh are you, on a scale of Eddie Redmayne to Prince William?” she asks. Her eyes are alight, her voice bubbling like cheap champagne. He thinks he might be already drunk.

He raises an eyebrow, pretends to look offended, drinks in the light that’s pouring out of her. “Me, posh? Never.” Her phone beeps but her hands stay tucked in the pockets of his hoodie, he lets a drop of warmth creep into his bones.

“Seriously though, I hear your school fees are insane.”

He glances at the crest stitched into his jacket, into the hoodie, into his skin. Red and gold and laughter and adrenaline and home. “I’m not that posh. Sirius, he’s a lord, but I’m nothing special.”

He knows the weight the name carries, knows the looks in the street, the eyes noting the tie and blazer, the polished shoes and tailored trousers. He knows what they think of, arrogance smirks and burnt fifty pound notes, wrecked cars and opportunities thrown about like paper in a classroom. They’re not all like that, he’s not like that.

“A lord, huh?” she says, “Can you get me his number?”

Keep reading


Eggsy x Reader

Code Name:  Gawain

B don’t forget! - Eggsy - Galahad + Roxy - Lancelot (don’t mix up again)

“Eggsy you’re not working with Roxy on this one i’m afraid.” Merlin said through the headpiece as Eggsy headed up to the room that had been on the note he’d been sent.

“Oh yeah then who’d you set me up with?” Eggsy asked half joking as he readied himself for some grumpy older Kingsman.

“Gawain.” Was all Merlin said.

Keep reading

Frozen In Time (Part 3/?) (Stark/Rogers x reader)

Part 2

“W-What…I don’t know…what do you mean?” you stumbled, barely able to speak at the slap in the face of your secret being thrown back at you.  The look of shock on your face had to be eerily similar to the one that he was wearing, the two of you staring at each other with the weight of the world in the air between you.  

“Are you okay?” Steve finally spoke again when the silence was just too much.  “Did…did it work?  Did Howard help you?”

“Uh, excuse me, but I had a little bit to do with it too,” Tony added quietly with a cautious smirk. He was trying to break the tension with an attempt at misguided levity, but all it did was escalate a situation that was on the brink of falling apart before it could begin.

Keep reading

so, i found this at the back of my cupboard this morning, my flat tummy tea, that i had shipped to me all the way from america, yes, it cost me a fortune, but i thought it’d be worth it to have a flat stomach. that was all i ever wanted. let me tell you i HATE herbal teas, i don’t know why, i just always have, so having this first thing in the morning was rancid, but i put myself through it anyway. i even remember posting it on instagram with the caption “please give me the body i want” and i got LIKES??? and, now i realise, how silly i was to buy into the diet culture, for one, because i doubt these things even work, and for two, because… MY TUMMY IS DAMN FINE, and it doesn’t need to be flat, MOST TUMMIES AREN’T FLAT… and i should have just let my tummy be, and my body be free! the best part is, i don’t look at it and think “maybe i should try it again” or “i do need a flat tummy” i look at it and think “I AM NEVER GOING TO DRINK YOU AGAIN, AND I DONT CARE ABOUT THE BIT OF EXTRA CHUB ON MY TUMMY, I’M ROCKING IT, AND I VOW TO NEVER BUY INTO THE DIET CULTURE EVER AGAIN” and it feels amazing to be in that mindset! i thought about chucking it away, but honestly, i’m going to keep it at the back of my cupboard, as a reminder that i love my body enough now to not drink some herbal tea, that i hate, in hopes that i get a “flat tummy”, it’s a reminder that i’m now free!

ps, not happy with my make up in this pictures but posting them anyway because the smile 😄😄😄

Exo Reaction to Their Tall Girlfriend (OT9)

Requested* I do not own these gifs!

Please enjoy :)


Suho: “So Y/n how’s the weather up ther-”

Y/n: “I will fucking hit you.”

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Chanyeol: “Thank the Lord that God didn’t make you as tall as me”

Originally posted by r-velvets

Baekhyun: “I need you to wear flats to the award show or else I won’t look manly enough- oh? oh? You’re still taller than me in flats okay that can’t help then.”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Kyungsoo: “Good thing I won’t have to ask Chanyeol for help anymore like seriously he always teases me it’s so obnoxious I just can’t deal with him anymore you know what I should go poison his food-”

Y/n: “Hey Soo can you pick up my wallet you’re closer to the ground anyways”

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Jongin: “Your body fits perfectly against mine” *smirks and pulls you closer to him*

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Lay: “You would be the most beautiful and attractive model ever” *cheeky af*

Originally posted by getlayd

Xiumin: “I’m finally going to get some god damn respect from the guys. Who wouldn’t want my amazingly attractive girlfriend?”

Originally posted by exo-umin

Jongdae: “Dayum girl look at those long legs” *satisfied*

Originally posted by mochibaeks

Sehun: “How about we toss all these shoes that make you look tall away so I can keep my sassy pride”

Originally posted by r-velvets


They haven’t been sealed and finished yet BUT I just want you all to know that I’m spending my time off work effectively and productively

I’ve always wanted to step on Kishibe Rohan

tuesday morning

Fandom: Skam
Ship: Noora x William
Summary: Noora needs clothes. William offers his.


Noora stares at herself in the full length mirror hanging against William’s closet door. She holds the outfit she wore to Eva’s party (four days ago now) up against her shoulders, tilts her head, and wrinkles her nose. She is not the girl who shows up to school on a Tuesday—after skipping a whole day of classes to laze around in bed with her boyfriend—in an outfit she wore last Friday. Let alone a wrinkled outfit. A wrinkled outfit that she might have dripped salad dressing on yesterday.

Keep reading

Anyone want to color a RAINBOW! comic?

In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been really busy with school since the year is ending (plus depression is hitting me pretty hard all of a sudden) so I haven’t been able to update super consistently. I know I’m not gonna be able to do so until classes are over at the end of the month, but there is a silver lining! For one of my classes, I’m doing a 4-page comic featuring RAINBOW! characters! So you will get to see a RAINBOW! comic even though it isn’t the… RAINBOW! comic. lol. But I only need to do flat lines for class, and I won’t have time to color it myself. So I was curious if anyone else would be interested in coloring it?? Naturally I will give you the credit when I post it. If no one is interested, I’ll just post the line art. But if you are interested, send me an ask! And please give me an example of/link me to a place where I can see your art!! Please note that I’m not done with it or anything at the moment (I haven’t even started it yet). It will be done in 2 weeks or less.

Beach [Part 4]

Description: You see your old crush after four years again and realize that he changed into a total fratboy - yet, he is the only one you can openly talk to and before you can realize, you rediscover lingering feelings for him.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, University AU

Who: BTS, Taehyung x Reader ,

Word count: 4,1K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

rhodey is off on his first deployment. tony makes it his mission to send him helpful and creative care packages.

The first one was actually pretty thoughtful. Rhodey’s mom had sent him a care package, a huge box full of home made cookies and granola bars, bottles of sunscreen, magazines, hard candies and decks of playing cards. It must have cost her a fortune to put together and mail and the guys in Rhodey’s unit are suitably appreciative. Packed inside the box is a smaller one, with his name written in Tony’s familiar block letters. Rhodey saves that one for last and opens it in the relative privacy of his bunk just before lights out. It’s a pile of comics and four little hand-held electronic games. They have the SI logo on the back, but Rhodey’s never seen them before, which makes him suspect Tony had sent them from his own collection of prototypes.

Wherever they came from, they’re a hit with the guys. Not that Rhodey lets anyone play until he’s beaten each one.

They pop up here and there. A box full of condoms and lube (not sent as part of his mother’s care package, thank God) one month, the next Tony sends him a hundred teddy bears to hand out to the local kids. Sometimes it’s porn, quality stuff that Rhodey’s squad is a little too eager to get their hands on. Sometimes it’s five hundred back issues of Batman. Rhodey never really knows what Tony’s going to do from one month to the next, but there’s always another package waiting for him.

Sometimes they pile up. Sometimes he’s not in a place where he can get mail, or at least not where anyone outside the military is allowed to find  him. When he gets back, there’s always the appropriate number of packages waiting for him. He can tell how worried Tony is about him by how sentimental the most recent package is. One time, after he’d been incommunicado for weeks, Tony sent their MIT year book and he’d written hundreds of little notes throughout, all of them reminders about some class they had shared or some person they had known or some trouble they had gotten into. “Remember this?” Tony had scrawled across Tiberius Stone’s smirking face. “He tried to have you expelled for cheating so I threatened to report him for corrupting a minor and he tried to beat me up so you showed up with the entire Air ROTC and they chased him halfway across campus.”

He’d gotten a hold of a satellite phone that night and spoke to Tony in person for the first time in months.

As Tony gets older, the packages get a little more mature. He starts sending video game consoles and blu-ray players, boxes full of DVDs and ipods. Sometimes hundreds of clean socks and underwear and - after Rhodey had pointed out that there were women in his unit too, by the way - women’s cotton briefs and hundreds of packages of tampons. 

Body armor. Stark Industries had always made weapons, but the body armor that starts coming in Rhodey’s care packages is top of the line, highest quality stuff and it has the SI logo on it. Other units start wearing it years after Rhodey’s does. 

Tony sends him boxes packed with dry ice and gelato. Boxes with an entire season of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine on VHS, each one labelled in Tony’s precise handwriting.

Sometimes he just sends hundreds of letters, some of them just little notes scrawled on cocktail napkins, some of them dozens of pages long, all of them addressed to Honey Bear or Golden Graham or Turtle Dove.

And then one day Tony disappears after an insurgent attack. The soldiers assigned to guard him have been gunned down and a blood splattered suit jacket is balled up by the side of the road.

Three months go by without a package. Rhodey checks - he fucking checks because if Tony could get free, or give some sign that he’s okay, that might be how he does it - but there’s nothing. Rhodey himself barely leaves the dessert, burns every favor he’s ever been owed, begs a dozen more from every commanding officer he’s ever known, and they let him stay to lead the search for three long desperate months until even Rhodey is starting to think that this is less of a search and rescue, and more of a recovery mission.

And then Tony is back, a goddamn mirage in the middle of the desert. He’s half-dead and twenty pounds lighter than the last time Rhodey saw him, but he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“How was the fun-vee?” Rhodey says because anything more serious sticks in his throat. “Next time you ride with me.”

Tony is smiling at him, soot smearing with the blood on his face. He’s burnt red from the sun and it’ll hurt like hell soon. But he’s smiling like Rhodey’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “I realized I forgot your care package,” he says as he slumps against Rhodey’s shoulder, his hands gripping the back of Rhodey’s uniform so tight that he’s half-convinced he can hear the fabric ripping. “Thought I should come deliver it in person.”

“You’re all the care package I need.” Rhodey lays one hand flat against the side of Tony’s head and presses a fierce kiss to one of his temples. “Jesus, you dumb fuck. I thought you were dead." He starts to laugh, just a little, nerves and tension easing for the first time in months. "You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my entire life, man.”

“Aww, Honey bunch,” Toney says, and that’s when the rest of the team catches up with them. 

Exactly a month later a small box arrives with the base mail. It has Tony’s writing, as familiar as Rhodey’s own, across the front. 

Inside are photos, hundreds of them. And each one is of Tony.

Dear Pumpkin, the letter reads, since I am the most beautiful thing in your life, it seems wrong to force you to go for months at a time without basking in my beauty. PS: the nudes are toward the bottom, I know how nosy your squad is

Two of Rhodey’s men are already digging through the box, hoping for Tony’s usual treats. Rhodey figures they deserve what they’re about to find.


Short Carry On fic I wrote to avoid homework. Hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 1233

Summary: Penny has to do a project with a girl from her class.

Read on AO3

“Wow your apartment building looks nice,” she says, surprisingly without a hint of sarcasm.

“Heh, you won’t say that once you’re inside.”

Tania and I walk towards to the entrance.  I swear to Merlin she’s almost skipping.  She is one puffy pink gown and belting ballad away from Disney princess status

I shouldn’t be so mean to Tania, just because she’s nice. She’s much nicer than me. I hope that she does work just as well as she smiles. I asked to do this project alone, but my professor said I need to work on my “people skills” so therefore I need a partner.

People skills, ugh. I have plenty of other skills. I’m a mage, and I’m brilliant. And I have two and a half friends! Isn’t that enough?

Keep reading

Cursed Child New Cast - Part Two - 25th May

I am so happy that I went to see the first performances of the new cast. It wasn’t perfect, there are kinks that need to be ironed out, nerves did show, but overall, I think our beloved show has been placed in the best hands possible to take it forward into another amazing year.

One of the most amazing things about seeing the new cast was that I felt like I was seeing the play for the first time again. It felt like a fresh take on the play, the same words and actions, but with each cast member making their roles their own. That feeling was also helped by the amazing audience in for the performance. They gasped, cheered and laughed in all the right places and in places I don’t think I had heard reactions for before.

The simple fact is, many of these audiences members had not seen the play before, in some cases, they had managed to avoid all spoilers. Their reactions to the play and the cast tells me that we are in for an amazing year!

Right, now onto the show…

(Warning, this could get long) (Spoilers Ahead)

Keep reading