inhumanly handsome

anonymous asked:

Hey <3 I really liked your Seventeen as Neighbors especially the Joshua one. Can I request Mark Jb and Jinyoung as neighbors?

i don’t write for got7 but i did a jinyoung neighbor thing for the au game so,,,
also they all look really good recently,,,,,gosh i love got7 

Jinyoung’s can be found here –> (x)

Mark

  • doesn’t really speak all that often, but is really polite. as in, to older tenants he always bows respectfully, to people his age he always smiles and nods, and to the kids he’s just super sweet bending down to ruffle their hair and laugh at whatever they tell him
  • and like he’s really athletic like you never see him use the elevator, he always runs up the stairs even though his apartments on the 10th floor 
  • the building you live in also has a park right across the street and if you wake up early enough you can look out of your window and see mark working out, doing pull ups on the monkey bars and whatnot
  • (sometimes in the summer he does this shirtless and let’s just say you’re not the only person looking out of their window completely mesmerized LOL)
  • has a cross on his door along with a little sticker of the taiwanese flag which were all sent to him in his first care package from his parents when he moved in alone
  • he’s really casual, you can see that in the way he dresses mainly in basketball shorts and hoodies, but his apartment is just the same. as in he’s got like no actual decorations in his apartment just work out equipment, his computer, and his bed,,,,
  • like he’s got photos of his family hung  up on the refrigerator but like ,,,, a proper table? nope. a wardrobe? don’t need it. a mirror? the bathroom has one don’t need another one LOL
  • and there’s another thing about mark,,,,he really ,,,,doesn’t know how to do laundry properly
  • and you’ve noticed this because you guys both do laundry really late and you’ve bumped into him a few times and every damn time you see him putting his lights and darks together and forgetting to change the waters temperature
  • and one day you see him standing there, looking down at a pair of jeans and you’re like “they shrunk didn’t they?” and he turns around to look at you and he’s like “how did you know?” and you’re like “because,,,,,you always put your jeans in hot water,,,,,you shouldn’t do that,,,,”
  • and marks like what you can change the temperature of the water?? and you’re like boy,,,,,,so you go over and carefully explain what all buttons on the machine are actually used for and mark sheepishly confesses that he thought everything was just good in its default setting and you’re like unfortunately,,,,no 
  • and you start putting your own clothes in and mark goes over to the dryer and once again begins to just dump everything in there
  • and you hurry over like “no for this you also need to sort everything out-”
  • and before you know it you’re back to explaining 
  • and mark listens, nodding along but then you make the mistake of looking up at him while you’re talking and he’s got his lips parted, tongue peeking out because he’s really concentrated on what you’re saying
  • and he looks,,,,,,so good and if you shift your eyes just a bit you’ll notice that the shirt he’s wearing is pretty loose and you know there’s his chest-
  • and you’re like “hand dry- dry - dry - dry,,,,” you basically stutter and have to catch yourself
  • and mark meets your eyes and sees your cheeks are red and he doesn’t even have to know why he just stands up straight and gives you a grin like “should i zip up my jacket, is it that distracting?”
  • and you’re like ASFDHJLDA what nOO,,,um,,,,,,as- as i was saying-
  • and mark laughs and you’re like oh god im so embarrassed 
  • but he’s like not laughing /at/ you he’s just like he thinks you’re really cute getting sidetracked by him
  • and he’s like “keep going, im listening” and when you’re done you’re like,,,,im gonna go,,,,hurry over and do my own laundry and maybeneverlookyouintheeyesagain
  • but before you do mark is like “let me thank you-”
  • and you’re like there’s no need, really but then he does something that makes you hide your face he lifts the hem of his jacket and shirt just a bit to flash his stomach and you’re like WHAT,,,,,and he bursts into laughter again
  • before apologizing and he’s like “sorry, sorry teasing you is just really fun - you look cute, but i mean it let me thank you by taking you to dinner sometime?”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,o,,,,,,ok,,,,,but seriously mark tuan keep your shirt on from now on
  • and marks like lmaooo ok but are you sure you don’t want another peek- and you’re like do nOT make me throw this detergent bottle at you

JB

  • has the prettiest pet cat that always sits by the window and waits for jb to come home 
  • and sometimes you see it when you pass by and she’s so pretty,,,with bright blue eyes and you wave but then get embarrassed because PLEASE she’s a cat she can’t wave back
  • jb’s an avid reader but he keeps all his books in stacks on the floor of his living room and bedroom and he doesn’t have a proper bed, just a lay out futon 
  • and his kitchen, the places where you should be storing like plates and what not - full of books,,,,,like he eats out at the restaurants near the building and sometimes just lives off triangle kimbap for a week
  • he doesn’t really decorate but he does sometimes tear out a photo from a magazine of a pretty place like the forest or the amazon and puts it up because he likes nature
  • the problem is when youngjae gifted him a plant ,,,,he over-watered it and it died
  • now jb can’t live with the regret of hurting another plant so he just puts up photos LOL
  • and you know him on like a casual basis ,, like you both are the youngest people on your floor and also like you guys sometimes see each other at the local take-out places so it’s like on a hi/how are you/bye basis
  • but you,,,,,,really like jb
  • if not for the fact that he has a cat LOL but also like you like his personality because although on the surface he sometimes seems so stoic you’ve seen his warm smile, the one that comes out when he feeds stray animals or  is really immersed in a book
  • and you’ve seen him walk into trees and poles because he can’t pick his nose up from his book
  • and you’re like how can someone so undeniably, inhumanly handsome ,,,,,,be such a goofy person,,,,,,
  • but also whenever your eyes meet jb’s, even when you just say good morning to each other in passing, your heart speeds up and you just can’t,,,,,,you can’t do anything but look away in embarrassment 
  • until you find yourself walking home in horrible rain, muttering that the wind is so strong and that your bags going to get wet but you stop because in front of you is jb,,,,
  • jb on his knees in the middle of the street, hastily shoving things into his bag and under his arm and you step closer to see that someones abandoned a crate of old books outside of their doorstep
  • and jb is desperately trying to get them all out before the rain soaks them through
  • but he’s also wearing nothing but a long sleeved t-shirt so his back is drenched in rain and with this wind,,,,you’re worried he’ll catch a cold
  • so you come closer, leaning the umbrella you’re holding over jb so it covers him too and he notices, looking up in surprise and you meet his eyes and !!!! you apologize for coming over you just didn’t want him to get anymore wet
  • and just shakes his head and tells you that you should hurry home because the rain is getting worse 
  • but you stand there and wait as jb tries to get all the books and you use your free hand to put some in your own bag to help
  • and you don’t see but the corner of jb’s lips pull up into a small smile and once he has gathered all the books he’s like “let’s run so we get home quickly”
  • and you try to keep the umbrella up high but sometimes it knocks jb’s temple, but he doesn’t complain, he’s so thankful for you but you keep squeaking out apologizes like oh my god,,,, and he’s like no no it’s nothing
  • and once you’re indoors, jb shuffling around for his key he asks if you’d want to come in maybe,,,,,since you also are carrying some of the books 
  • and when you do you’re a bit shocked by how many books there really are and you’re just like ,,,,giggling because there’s empty coffee mugs balancing on books and there’s cat toys everywhere and uneven photos of flowers on the wall and like
  • you look at jb, whose trying to tidy up and stutters that he has no tea is water ok?? and you’re like “i won’t stay lon-”
  • but then the cat comes out and curiously weaves its way between your legs - meowing and jb’s like “you can pet her, she’s asking you to”
  • and you lean down, hand trembling a bit but the cat just nudges your palm with her head and your heart is EXPLODING because she’s so CUTE AND SOFT and 
  • jb is like laughing all of a sudden and you look over like ??? and he’s like “not to be rude, but you’re literally glowing - i didn’t know you liked cats so much” and you’re like “i like your cat so much, she’s so gorgeous”
  • and jb blushes like you just complimented him and not the cat but it’s cute he’s like “,,,,,yeah she is,,,,,pretty,,,,,”
  • and you sit down, the cat making a comfortable home in your lap and jb comes over to pass you a mug with water and you’re like “i don’t want to overstay, but she’s,,,,she’s asleep,,,,,,i don’t want to get up-” and jb is like “it’s fine no you can stay!” and he leans over to drag over the books he brought
  • and you notice how he’s still wearing his wet shirt and you’re like “um,,”
  • but then he looks at you and you freeze again because his eyes are such a deep brown, so clear that the light makes them look almost like stars, and your words get caught in your throat
  • and he’s like ?? and you’re like “s-s-s-shirt your- shirt is,,,,,wet,,,,,,,cold,,,,,,you’ll catch one,,,” and jb reddens a bit and he’s like oh let me go change,,,,
  • and you guys are both blushing now and you distract yourself by picking up a random book until jb comes back in another shirt and it’s like
  • you two are so awkward, but somehow like there’s something really cute and jb mentions that his cat doesn’t grow fond of people so quickly but with you it’s different
  • and when she finally wakes up, skipping out of your lap and walking over to find food you say your goodbyes but jb is like one sec
  • and he comes back with your umbrella and he’s like you almost forgot it here and you’re like “you should keep it!! you don’t have one do you” and he’s like howd you know 0: and you’re like “you don’t have much in your apartment,,,keep it,,,,”
  • and jb hesitates but smiles and thanks you but right as you leave through the door he goes 
  • “come back soon, i think my cat will miss you.” (he’ll miss you too) 
Dark god AU Part 1

Lincoln couldn’t believe his facking eyes.

Like a scene straight out of a movie, the moment he was summoned, the world seemed to get darker. They were just standing on a rocky cliff, the sun high above them as gentle ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore below. Now, grey and heavy storm clouds rolled out of nowhere and blanketed the sky, hiding the sun and threatening to send a cascade of rain atop their heads. The once gentle ocean now churned and crashed against the cliff side so hard, Lincoln was sure that it was trying to bring the entire rock face and them with it down to the bottom of the sea. Somewhere along the sea horizon, thunder rolled.

And there he was. Standing tall and menacing before them, surrounded by a thick, neon green mist that circled around his calves. His eyes piercing the dark like two cursed emeralds, dangerous and threatening, and even though all his instincts told him to look away and bolt like a wee barra into his mother’s skirts, Lincoln couldn’t help but stare back into them.

He was staring into the eyes of a god. The god. The god he had been warned to never be in contact with. The god that had more rumors spread about him than legends. The god that even the other gods, his own father included, never talked about.

The god that had been lost for generations, was standing right before his very eyes. Glowing, practically overflowing with unused ancient energy that seemed to course and surge around him like green venomous lightning.

All because some fourteen year old girl called him a Seaweed Brain.

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A moment of sincerity (M)

Pairing: Yoonmin (Suga x Jimin)

Warnings: Smut (+18)

Summary: Min Yoongi does not match with the having fun alone style and Jimin seems not to be the boy to complain with him.

Word counting: 4.304



The ride back home in the train was getting Jimin out of his nerves. He just wanted to walk in his house and lie on the couch after the tiring week on which he only got deceptions. At least it was friday and he had all the weekend ahead, that was making him smile and being positive all the way.

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Mistake

Never fall in love with the enemy.

01. Sexy

He was the definition of sexy: his dark brown eyes, his ebony black hair, his lip bites, and oh god, those fingers. It was always a wonder to you how he had noticed you, plain old you in this field of attractive looking girls settled in the coffee shop. The coffee shop was located near a university, the same one that you (and him and his friends) attended. He was with his friends, a group of twelve boys (including him) who were inhumanly beautiful and handsome. You turned to start the coffee machine, brewing another fresh cup of coffee as an order. Your first official meeting with said boy was when you had turned to go back to the register, and he was there, in all his glory.

Up close, he wasn’t as perfect as he would seem. His lined eyes were a bit smeared, but otherwise, he was the definition was handsome. His lips were curved into a smile, and his eyes were mischievous-almost as if they knew something that you yourself did not. He had ordered, and while you were making his drink, he had started up a conversation.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you my name. I’m Byun Baekhyun.”

Byun Baekhyun. That name was like a distant memory. You recognized that name, having heard it in a few of your classes on the first days of school. You smiled back, telling him your name, but he simply laughed, head thrown back. The peals of laughter erupting from his mouth were like a well woven symphony. It was something you knew you would die to hear again and again.

“I know who you are,” Baekhyun whispered, winking.

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Random Facts about Rookie Nine

(Warning: I have started writing this since 4:30 am here. I just wake up when I was suddenly eager to crazy fangirling over this. Please don’t mind much about typos and grammar.)

Rookie Nine refers to members of Team 7 (Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, Naruto Uzumaki), Team 10 (Ino Yamanaka, Shikamaru Nara, Chouji Akimichi), and Team 8 (Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, Hinata Hyuga). They are called Rookie because their teachers promotted them into chuunin as soon as they are graduated from academy. It is kind of uncommon for fresh graduate to make into Chuunin Exam, as usually one team takes year(s) before they are ready, which means Rookie Nine is basically like Generation of Miracles in another manga. Here 50 random facts I compile – which I warn you, will be really random.

  1. Team 7’s members are Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, and Naruto Uzumaki, while their teacher is Hatake Kakashi. The team is specialized at volunteering the frontline.
  2. Team 10’s members are Ino Yamanaka, Shikamaru Nara, Chouji Akimichi, while their teacher is Asuma Sarutobi. The team is specialized at spying and interogation.
  3. Team 8’s members are Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, Hinata Hyuga, while their teacher is Yuuhi Kurenai. The team is specialized at tracking and survival.
  4. Each teams has one girl and two boys as members, making Rookie Nine in summary consists of six boys and three girls.
  5. Team 7 usually meets at Konoha Bridge and Team 10 is seen like a regular customer of Yakiniku shop.
  6. Iruka-sensei is Rookie Nine’s teacher during academy days.
  7. All of Rookie Nine members seems to have good old times with the Third Hokage, as displayed by their grieves over the Third’s funeral in the anime. The grandpa must have taken care of them really well.
  8. All of Rookie Nine members have strong loyalty to Konoha, include Sasuke before he decides to leave in the end of Part I.
  9. According to academy overall grade, Ino comes out as top of her class, while Sasuke ranks second, and Shino ranks third. They are sorted by ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, teamwork, and assertiveness.
  10. Sasuke can actually rank first, but his lack of cooperation has downgraded his rank. He is teamed up with Sakura and Naruto in order to learn teamwork. Sakura and Naruto, being not too skilled at fighting, naturally force Sasuke to always help them out of crisis, to which it becomes a good habit and Sasuke himself starts to see them as real teammates.
  11. Dead-last Awards are given to Naruto who loves to prank and causes trouble day and night; Kiba and Chouji who don’t seem that good at studying; and Shikamaru who is too lazy to do anything. I bet they can be usually seen standing in the corner of the class, being scolded and punished by the teachers.
  12. Sorted by intellegence, Shikamaru ranked first with his above 200 IQ, but again, he is too lazy to do anything and prefers watching the faraway sky than thinking about his grade.
  13. Shikamaru is closely followed by Sakura, who solves super difficult chuunin written test all by herself, when even the genius Sasuke, Neji, Gaara, and the other strong participants need to cheat since they can’t answer.
  14. Shikamaru is only surpassed by Kakashi-sensei, who is practically being the most intelligent human in the world by being a chuunin in the age of 5-6.
  15. In term of power, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura (in the age of 16) are the three strongest among them. Of course, Kakashi-sensei is super strong too.
  16. According to Sakura, Team 7 has the best teamwork with Team 10.
  17. Each members of Team 7 is also being disciple of Legendary Sannin (lit. trio ninja). Naruto is disciple of Jiraiya, Sakura is disciple of Tsunade, and Sasuke is disciple of Orochimaru. Each of second Sannin has surpassed the first generation with their rocking New Three Deadway Locks.
  18. Team 7 is the only one team that becomes direct student of a hokage (the Sixth).
  19. Sakura is the only one who becomes student of two hokages (the Fifth and the Sixth).
  20. Sasuke is the only one who becomes student of two village leader (the Sixth and Orochimaru).
  21. Naruto is the only one who is a son of hokage (the Fourth) and becoming hokage himself (the Seventh).
  22. Sakura is the only one from Rookie Nine who doesn’t come from a clan, where as the others come from the honoured clan of Konoha (Uchiha, Uzumaki, Hyuga, Nara, Yamanaka, Akimichi, Inuzuka, and Aburame).
  23. Hyuga is technically strongest clan in Konoha at the moment, since Uchiha and Uzumaki have just started restoring clan member.
  24. Yamanaka, Akimichi, and Nara clan have cooperated for generations. Their infamous Ino-Shika-Chou golden combi is creditted a Harmony.
  25. Inuzuka and Aburame clan work their technique out with animals (Inuzuka cooperates with dog, Aburame with bugs – I mean, insects).
  26. Hyuga and Uchiha clan both use eye technique as their kekkei genkai (lit. bloodline passed technique). Hyuga clan uses Byakugan and Uchiha clan uses Sharingan.
  27. During a war, it is usually Nara clan who takes the command as they have natural leadership and tactful thinking. Shikamaru, even though is appeared to be irresponsible with his own life, does very well during Sasuke Retrieval Team arc and Shinobi World War arc.
  28. Naruto, Sasuke, and Kiba declare they want to be hokage, although in Kiba’s side, it is most likely because he is provoked and irritated by Sasuke’s out of nowhere declaration.
  29. In the age of 12, Shikamaru is the only one who makes into chuunin and the rest are still genin. In the age of 15, Naruto is the only one who is still genin (Sasuke isn’t counted since he left) and the rests have been chuunin. In the age of 19, Shikamaru and Sakura make into jounin, Naruto is still genin, Sasuke is still not-ranked, and the rests are chuunin.
  30. Naruto may officially be the strongest genin in the history, as he saves the world when he is still a genin. Sasuke does, too, but he is unranked ninja at the moment.
  31. Sakura and Ino are medical ninja, Hinata (anime) and Naruto is able to perform healing.
  32. Naruto, Sakura, Ino, Shikamaru, Chouji, Shino are only child in their families. Sasuke, Kiba, Hinata have sibling.
  33. Ino’s, Shikamaru’s, Chouji’s, Hinata’s, Naruto’s father are seen in the Shinobi World War, with only Chouji’s and Hinata’s father survive.
  34. Among the Rookie Nine teachers, Asuma-sensei and Kurenai-sensei dated and even have child named Mirai. Kakashi-sensei stays single forever, even tough he is a hokage and rumoured to be inhumanly handsome.
  35. Kakashi-sensei takes over the lead of Team 10 (aka Team Asuma) when Asuma-sensei dies, and Team 8 (aka Team Kurenai) when Kurenai-sensei gets pregnant. Thus it makes Kakashi-sensei has been jounin leader of Team 7, Team 8, and Team 10 respectivelly.
  36. Sasuke married Sakura, and makes them the only couple within a team.
  37. Naruto married Hinata, who is from different team but still a Rookie Nine member.
  38. Chouji and Shikamaru both married strong kunoichi from another village (Chouji with Karui, Shikamaru with Temari).
  39. Sasuke is the only one who has ever lived outside Konoha.
  40. Naruto has bestfriendship and rivalry with Sasuke, while Sakura has pretty much alike relationship with Ino.
  41. Kiba sees Naruto as rival, too.
  42. Kiba is supportive toward Hinata’s feeling for Naruto, as well as find her funny to pick on.
  43. Shino is angry when he isn’t invited to be in Sasuke Retrieval Team; depressed when he isn’t identified by Naruto; sad when he is neglected by others most of the times.
  44. Shikamaru and Chouji share understanding to each other, that they are never seen arguing.
  45. Shikamaru has soft spot for Naruto and sees him as a brother that needs to be nurtured. Naruto seems becoming one of reason that pull Shikamaru’s wisdom out of his unenthusiastic tendency.
  46. Shikamaru once states that he is not close with at all Sasuke. It may also due to their contrast personalities, although they are both praised as genius.
  47. Naruto is often shocked by Shino’s (extremely unidentified) appearance.
  48. Sakura and Ino seem to be in good term with Hinata.
  49. So far in final chapter only Naruto, Shikamaru, and Shino who are seen on duty. Naruto being hokage, Shikamaru being advisor, and Shino being academy teacher.
  50. Naruto’s (and Hinata) son, Sasuke’s (and Sakura) daughter, Ino’s son, Chouji’s daughter, and Shikamaru’s son, are all in the same grade. The wive must give the birth in almost same year.

Okay, those are the facts. I want to add more but my eyes already hurt watching laptop screen.

Lose Control

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,658

Warnings: Language. Sassy reader. Fluff.

A/N: This is for @one-shots-supernatural ‘s Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge and the prompt this week was “I know! Isn’t it great?”

Summary: The Winchesters keep taking over the Reader’s hunts and she is less than pleased about it.

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Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

Sitting on the cheap motel room couch, nursing a cheap, disgusting beer, watching trash TV on the oldest TV set you’d seen in years, and listening to the deluge outside pound against the window, you were wondering if you would ever close another case. It always seemed you would find one, show up to take care of whatever little piece of shit was terrorizing some city or town, and find the Winchesters had gotten there just in time to take care of everything before you could do anything at all. It had gotten to the point where you were about to give up, let them have all the glory if that’s what they were after. You had long suspected they were tracking your location and showing up right before you on purpose, which really fucking bothered you. But you had never stuck around town long enough to figure out the reason, getting the hell out of dodge as fast as possible.

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Brotherly love

James Leighton-Masters

Surprise, mild confusion, flirt,overprotection, fluff

Fandom: The Riot Club

Plot: “You are sister of The Riot Club president James Leigton-Masters and he is very overprotective when you meet the rest of the club.”

Word count : 948

A/N: This will be kind of a new thingy, because this imagine will have sequel. I divided it in two parts because the plot will change a bit. I really like this movie, and altough it aired quite recently I hope many of you will acknowledge this fic !:) 

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Harry James Potter was in agony. Not the sort of agony he went through on a daily basis, no- the sort of agony that most people would find merely irritating. Harry’s idea of irritation, however, was most people’s idea of agony.
Ever since he could remember, he’d been beaten frequently. His uncle saw no point in using his hands when he had his belt or even the bullwhip he bought for that explicit purpose. So frequently, in fact, that the wounds from the last flaying never really got to heal before they were replaced with new ones, so he never really felt the discomfort of the wounds as they scarred over, because it was always masked by new ones. When he’d started Hogwarts, he’d quickly discovered a potion to relieve this newly discovered uncomfortable itching sensation that came when the wounds on his back were allowed to scar over uninhibited. But now, during his sixth year, the only apothecary that carried the balm needed to relieve the discomfort of scarring this severe wouldn’t have any available for another THREE weeks, and even longer by owl order. So the itching was dreadful. He couldn’t focus, he squirmed constantly. Luckily, he wrote it off to Ron and Hermione as having too much energy after a summer of being locked in Privet Drive. Remus and Sirius (who was only very recently acquitted and was now a co-professor of DADA with Remus) were to wrapped up in each other to notice their godson’s discomfort. But he was still wary. Everyone seemed to take far too much of an interest in Harry now that he was the school hero again instead of a “pathological liar,” and it wouldn’t do for anyone to get a hint something was off. After all, Sirius was free. He’d spent his last summer with the Dursley’s. Dumbledore couldn’t contest that- it was in the Potter’s will (which the headmaster never saw fit to open) so Padfoot was the ONLY one who had any say in where Harry spent his school holidays, blood wards or no. So if he could just get past the uncomfortable stage of the healing where the wounds were tight and itchy, oh so unbearably itchy, he could move on, and no one would ever have to know. But it was so HARD when he tried to actually carry out the plan. He was tempted to high tail it to Pomfrey for some blasted relief, but then he’d have to take the glamours down and face questions he didn’t want; he’d have to admit his weakness and face the pity and the tears and then she’d tell Siri and Moony and oh GOD NO! And he sure as hell wasn’t about to steal ingredients to make his own; Snape was watching him like a hawk, as per usual, and his wrath was far greater with his old school nemesis taking the post HE wanted. So Harry would deal. Yes, that was a good plan. Worked for the past fifteen years, and no one noticed in the five he’d been at Hogwarts. So he would settle for trying to keep his squirming to a minimum and surreptitiously rubbing his back against the rough stone walls of the castle to try to get a moment’s respite (not that it worked, of course). But of course, there was a flaw in his plan. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Every time Harry turned around, he felt pensive silver eyes following his (oh so itchy) back. Honestly, just because the (unfairly handsome) git was disowned for failing to take the dark mark didn’t mean he needed to make the so-called “hero” of the “light side,” which of course is where the disgraced Malfoy landed by default, the object of his constant scrutiny. Breaking out of his reverie, Harry noticed Draco (dammit, when did he become Draco) staring at him again, looking thoughtful. Too thoughtful. He was pondering things Harry would rather him keep his nose out of. Merlin, he’d rather see the blonde looking at him with LUST or something equally out of character than whatever it was now (he tried not to think just how MUCH he’d prefer that scenario). “Potter!” Said blonde called, “we need to talk.” And with that, he pulled Harry into an empty classroom and warded the door. “Take of your shirt.” The orders took the Gryffindor by surprise. Whatever confrontation he’d been expecting, this was not it. “Um… what?” Was his incredibly intelligent response. “Honestly Ha- Potter, I’m sick of being distracted by your constant squirming. Just because your Gryffindor pals don’t see it and your canine caretakers are too besotted with each other not to notice your discomfort doesn’t mean it isn’t plain as day to those of us with a brain. It’s clear you’ve got an itch you can’t reach. Now strip and let me take care of it so I can go back to listening to lectures that aren’t punctuated by your futile efforts to get comfortable.” Dra- Malfoy’s tone brokered no argument, and Harry didn’t want to try to get past the ward on the door he didn’t recognise. For all his Slytherin cunning, the boy could be stubborn as any Gryffindor. So, better to keep the glamour on and hope the other student thought he had some weird allergy. That hope was dashed quickly. “Take off the glamour.” “What glamour?” Normally Harry was great at playing dumb, but panic was pulsing rebelliously under the surface. Oh, the things Malfoy could do with his secrets. “I don’t have time for this dance today, Potter.” (Which wasn’t true, they both had a free period at the moment, but Draco couldn’t be in the presence of the-boy-who-lived-to-be-intoxicatingly-gorgeous for much longer without letting his masks drop. Even now he was pushing it). “Come on, as self-absorbed as you can be, it may surprise you to know that you aren’t the only one who’s gotten on the wrong side of the Death Eaters. I know what a glamour looks like. Finite Incantum.” Whatever Draco had expected the glamours to hide, it wasn’t this. A network of gruesome, knotted scars hid any any of the original skin that once lied on Harry’s back; the raw pinkness of the topmost lashes on the pile, for it really was a pile at this point, were clearly the source of the itching. Despite this, Potter’s rigid frame, the dark hair brushing the highest scars on his beautifully golden, butter-beer coloured, damnably MUSCULAR back was enough to make Draco have to think of pickled toads and bloody nundu guts to (unsuccessfully) try to hide the more, erm…. physical symptoms of his attraction. Letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, he spoke in his usual deceptively calm drawl. “My, my… those muggles are truly barbaric. I thought being punished via dark curses was painful. Clearly I’m the better off of the two of us.” Harry, oddly enough, felt waves of anger and… concern???… practically radiating from the other’s slim frame. Before he could even begin think of a response to this, all conscious thought was wiped out of his mind with a moan as manicured fingers slid firmly up and down his back, providing the first real relief he’d felt since the start of term. He almost didn’t realise when the other hand began carding through his hair in an oddly tender fashion, and was frankly too comfortable to care by this point. “How has no one discovered this before now?” Draco asked softly. “I mean I know Gryffindors aren’t exactly the most observant of the lot, but some of these scars (way too many of them) are obviously pre-Hogwarts.“ “Mmmm… glamours. No don’t stop,” he didn’t seem to have any qualms making needy requests for intimately physical contact with the boy who up until about an hour ago had been his childhood nemesis, but Draco was too shocked to notice this as he mechanically began his ministrations anew. “Bloody Hell, Potter! Six years of constantly holding the spell! It’s amazing you can even function normally in class, let alone be getting decent grades. Do you know how much power that takes? Merlin’s beard Harry, if you dropped the damn things you’d be unstoppable!” “I don’t want anyone to see me like this. They’ll think I’m weak.” He wasn’t sure why he was admitting this to Draco, but the Slytherin had freely offered up his own tale of abuse, almost without thinking, so it felt natural. “Damn Potter, you worry to much about other people’s opinions. I’m your ‘worst enemy,’ and if I still want to snog you silly after seeing this I don’t think anyone’s going to run you out the gates or some such nonsense.” Once Draco realised what he said, he could have kicked himself, despite the fact that said action was a decidedly muggle thing to do. He watched anxiously as Harry’s look of surprise flitted to elation for an instance so small he had to wonder if he’d imagined it before the Gryffindor’s face adopted a sardonic eyebrow raise that would have done Sev proud. “So why don’t you?” His drawl was so decidedly Malfoy that Draco wondered for a moment if they switched bodies. He got over himself quickly, however. He could ponder the intricacies of this new relationship dynamic later. For now, he fully intended on taking the inhumanly handsome (at least to Draco) wizard up on his offer, double Herbology be damned. It was the best afternoon of his life, and it only got better from there.

[AU Series] L.H. Mr. Hemmings Part 1

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You stirred from your good sleep as the warm sun rays hit your skin. You opened your eyes slowly to adjust to the light and found yourself in an unfamiliar room. You can distinctively guess that you weren’t in a hotel as this room you’re currently in was ever so and well luxuriously furnished. As your eyes wander around you now realised too that you were, in fact, naked. You freaking’ slept with someone… someone who’s well damned inhumanly handsome and now MIA. Luke… just Luke when he introduced. You’re asking why would you even have a drink when you have an important meeting the next morning, well you were dragged by your best friend, apparently it was a ‘good luck’ thing.

You looked at the nightstand noticing it was already 9:37 in the morning. You had a job interview at half past 11 in a job position of P.A. and it’s also in the Hemmings Group a well prestigious and well-renowned chained business company.

You stood up gathering your scattered clothes around the massive room that could probably occupy hundreds of singlet bed like your bed. You can’t actually wear these clothes again, you bit your lips. You found Luke’s previous button up on the floor and wear it temporarily it laid upon your knees you were small… very small. On the table, you noticed there was a note.

Good morning Y/N, I had to go early to head to work. I hope you’re feeling well, Aspirin is by my nightstand if you need it. I had your clothes ready, they should be in the bathroom, breakfast will be served when you get up. Have a nice day. Call me if you need anything else 04×× ×××× ××.
Luke

You were delighted by the note though that was overshadowed by the thought of you and him not seeing each other again. Everything in here screamed that you were just probably one of his one-night stand fling. Judging by the thoughts of kindness and offerings, he probably had loads of this flings, probably even paid or whatnot.

You didn’t want to be nosy, but you ended up inspecting the whole room. Damn. It screamed a very bold description to your head, cynical and a control freak and also your cliche rich spoiled brat. How did you get to that conclusion? You took Psychology as a minor in college and majored in Business Administration. You sighed at the thought and made your way to find the bathroom. Though you ended up with a huge walk in closet that was occupied with suits probably a thousand pairs of them in different shades of black and grey, but you noticed another compartment that differs from the intellectual look-ish it was casual clothes. Very neat, though… You closed the door and found another door, hopefully, it was the bathroom but it, wasn’t it was a study room with a second floor? You don’t even know anymore. You just needed the damn bathroom and that door was your last resort.

Finally, you had found the sleek modern bathroom. Hello, talk about things that are 100 times bigger than normal. You undress from Luke’s shirt and put it on the dirty clothes rack and hopped into the shower. Damn. If you just don’t have that interview today, you’d stay in this sanctuary while it lasted, probably the first and the last time you’ll ever be in one.

After the short shower, you dried yourself and found the clothes Luke had mentioned. It was neatly stacked together, undies and a black and white lace panel dress and a pair of black stilettos. You noticed that it was a designer clothes and you gulped by the thought of how much might this cost, why the hell would he spent so much on this? You got no choice but to slip into it and it fitted perfectly… well…

You dried your hair quickly and neatly stacked your old clothes and put them in your bag that should be around somewhere. Eventually, you found it somewhere in the room. When you were all dressed you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. You held the door knob and opened the door, you were greeted by a modern hallway which has to end and you don’t know which way you’d go.

“Ma'am?” You heard a voice from your left and found a lady in her late 20’s, you guessed it was the housekeeper the way she was dressed, the cliche housekeeper uniform in every movie or mabobs. “Um… hi… uh…” You couldn’t find the words to start with “Would you like your breakfast served?” She politely asked you looked at your phone who’s nearly dying, but it was already 10:17, “I’ll pass, thank you, do you mind showing me the way out?” You replied in a whisper. “Yes, ma'am, this way,” she ushered you the front door after probably 5 minutes of walking around, it was a huge house I swear, mansion?

“I will call the chauffeur, ma'am,” she smiled and headed to a portable phone. You opened the door and hello, it wasn’t a mansion, it was a friggin’ estate. That’s probably why she was calling a chauffeur. Soon enough an Audi halted into the entourage of the house. “Um, thank you for the hospitality,” you gave your gratitude to the housekeeper. “Ma'am,” the chauffeur opened the door for you, you’re like a princess, how awesome is this?

You hopped in and settled in the passenger seat “Where to ma'am?” You were thinking before you answered, “How long would it take to Crown St.?” You nervously asked, “20 minutes, ma'am,” you were relieved, “To Crown St. please and you can call me Y/N,” you politely told the older man.
After the 20 minutes, you arrived at Crown St. you had an extra half an hour, “Thank you, mister,” you said your gratitude and he left. You went to a café and had a croissant and a cup of green tea. You spent your time in the café relaxing a bit and look to your bag on the essentials, you ruffled through and got your makeup kit. You patted powder on your cheeks and just put a lip gloss on, you weren’t really prepared. How unorganised.

You stood up and left a tip before heading to the job interview. You walked 5 minutes to an immense building, you looked up at the building towering over most of the buildings you gulped and mentally prepared yourself. You took a deep breath and walk your way into the receptionist. “How can I help?” A very intelligent looking lady looked up to you, “I am here for P.A. Interview for Mr Hemmings, I am Y/N Y/L/N,” you answered her. “Miss Y/L/N, you’re due to have your meeting with Mr Hemmings at 11:30, yes?” She asked for confirmation “Yes.” “Take the third elevator from the left and it’s the 67th floor, I’ll inform the desk to usher you,” she smoothly spoke and you nodded.

You headed for the third elevator to leave and entered the expensive looking elevator, you pressed the 67th floor and waited patiently. You weren’t sure why you were quite nervous right now, you weren’t planning to be nervous. Maybe it was because of last night? You shook your head ‘Just focus Y/N, you can do this’ You cheered yourself and upon that you heard a ding indicating you had arrived. On queue there was already someone standing beside the elevator, “Miss Y/L/N,” the lady said, you guessed it was the person who will usher you. “This way,” she showed you to the comfy couch, “Mr Hemmings will be with you in 5 minutes,” she informed, her name was Gina, it was written on her name badge sitting on her left chest.

Well, you can’t fiddle with your phone because it just died. You had no choice but to sit down quietly until the due time. Men came out through probably Mr Hemmings’ room. You actually have no idea who he is or whatnot, all you know is that you just had to get this job. That was the goal.

“Mr Hemmings will see you now,” Gina announced and you just nodded, your throat seemed to not cooperate with you. You knocked on the door “Do come in, he’s expecting you” Gina said. You opened the door and entered, you quietly closed the door. You waited for further instructions, so you stood in your very place. He was sitting on his executive swivel chair facing the glassed window. “Mr Hemmings?” You called, your throat, running dry. He turned his chair around and stood up. Your eyes widened.

“L-Luke?” You muttered under your breath. “I mean… Mr Hemmings…” You corrected yourself, you couldn’t believe this. You’re having a job interview with the CEO of the company who happened to be your supposed one night stand that you’ll think of never meeting again. What a small world?

“You’re hired,” You scoffed at that, did you just hear that wrong? “Excuse me?” You narrowed your eyes at the man. “As of now, you’re my P.A., it’s good you fitted in the dress,” He diverted the talk. “Yes, thank you for the hospitality, but we’re supposed to have an interview?” You can’t just accept the job on a strike of him in no question hiring you. Well, it was cool, but no. You slept with him and he just said yes to you in the job that isn’t fair, someone might be better than you or whatnot. “I am the boss, I suggested we settle it down with no argument, yes?” He leant his chin on the back of his palm eyeing you sweetly. “Yes, Mr Hemmings,” you answered.

“Gina, cancel all the interviewees, Miss Y/L/N is hired and also cancel my schedule for today,” he didn’t even wait for a reply when he put the phone down. “Make yourself comfortable,” he voiced and you took stiff strides to the couch just in front of his mahogany desk. “So…” You awkwardly started, “What do I do now?” You asked him. “We’ll be heading out,” he flashed his killer smile.

Why do you have the feeling that this job will be extra harder than what it should be?

Luke. Luke Hemmings. Mr Hemmings is the answer.


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Open RP Starter: The Rhythm of the City

The streets are still cold, snow piled up against buildings to leave the roadways themselves mostly free.  Those who must be pedestrians in this weather walk quickly, huddled in among themselves, seeking to arrive to their destinations as soon as possible.  The snow seems to drink up the sound, leaving the city dull 

On one corner, though, a sound cracks out like thunder.  A man sits on a simple stool, bundled up (not nearly as heavily as he should be) in a loose jacket and set of trousers, with a wrap of cloth over his bare chest.  Around him are a small selection of buckets and tubs - metal ones, wooden ones, even ones of stone.  Some seem new and some look older than the primordials themselves.  The drummer beats on these improvised drums with a set of thick, elaborately-carved drumsticks, producing surprisingly clear, ringing tones from the ignoble instruments

The man himself nods in time with his beat, silvery-white hair flying in the wind and his movement.  He’s well-built and muscular, his face almost inhumanly handsome, though he shows no sign of elven blood.  

The music is powerful and driving, swooping and diving like a gull in flight.  Listening to it makes the heart race and seems to drive the cold away, at least a little.  There’s a small crowd gathered, and the busking bowl near the man’s feet has already gathered a good amount of coin.  The song rises to a crescendo, the rhythm driving to a shuddering climax, then stops at a powerful, double-handed beat.  The echoes die down, leaving the man with both arms upraised, sticks gleaming in the dying sunlight.

“First of all, the depth and radiance of his eyes. Also the too-dazzling aura that only true stars possess, and the unique brand of sexiness that floors even men. And his sense of fashion, the way he looks amazing in colors that mere, ordinary mortals could not even begin to wear.” Billy Morokawa on Matsumoto Jun

27 days to go before the inhumanly handsome Jun’s 31st~