longest legs ever

peanut butter

pairing: ontae (jinki / taemin), pals!taekey (kibum / taemin)
genre: humor
rating: pg-13 (language)
word count: 1460
summary: taemin makes the best sandwiches
a/n: for @eyes0ny0u inspired by this post

the first time it happened it took taemin a full minute to stop blinking at the man who appeared in front of him.  mostly because he appeared in the thickest, fluffiest sweater he had ever seen, face disappearing beneath the pale green cashmere folds & hands nonexistent.  in the middle of june.

“what are you…what are you wearing?”, he asked with a frown. the guy’s face sunk even lower into his sweater.

“nothing,” came the muffled reply.

“what?”  the guy’s eyes grew wide & he poked his head back out.

“a sweater,” he corrected, “i was cold.”

“it’s june.”  the guy glanced around, nodding at taemin’s kitchen.


“it’s 35 degrees.”


“but you’re cold?”


“ok…”  the guy kept nodding, looking around the kitchen before finally catching taemin’s eye.

“oh!” he said in surprise, as though he’d forgotten taemin was there. “um…so i’m a demon & you summoned me?”

“what?” taemin asked, frowning, more confused by the summoning than the idea of a demon in his kitchen.  what the fuck had he touched now?

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Oh my god @dancingalone21 well you just about got me feelin’ better. Dean can be “H2-Ahhhh” and Sammy can be “Captain Thunder”…I don’t even know…blame the cold lmao it’s clouding up my senses.

Ladies and Gentlemen, WARNING, TEASING, LANGUAGE, SEXUAL IMPLICATIONS below the cut.

Dynamic Duo

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“Imagine: Audrey notices you getting a bit cozy with another girl at a party and her jealousy makes you quite amused.” 

Inspired by Shampain by Marina and the Diamonds

warnings: none :) just kissing lmao [ps: i rewrote the entire fucking thing again and it was so long before. this is proof i love audrey with all my soul♥]

[I do not own the gif above!]


The party wasn’t that great, whatever you were drinking was absolutely disgusting and you’re friends hadn’t arrived. 

The blonde girl in front of you had the longest legs you had ever seen. Honestly, it had to be a crime to have legs that long. She also had a habit of twisting the ends of her curls in a playful, sultry way.

She had been entertaining you with funny stories about her trip to Cuba for the last twenty minutes. She was quite hilarious and didn’t seem to have a negative thought in her head. Her name was Wanda? No. Wendy. Needless to say, you had been drinking for a little while and weren’t completely in your right mind. 

It also wasn’t everyday that girls like Wendy bothered talking to you. In fact, not many girls in general. You weren’t even generally interested in her, she wasn’t your type one bit. 

“So you are friends with the six, right? I’ve seen you around school hanging out with them. Everyone is sort of… intimidated by you guys. It’s so weird to just talk to you and realize you’re a regular person.” Wendy tucked a blonde lock of hair behind her ear and smiled nervously at the ground. 

Her words surprised you, making you raise your brow with a small smile. It made sense but you hadn’t really thought about it before. When you first came to the school, everyone was in such a mess about the recent murders and wouldn’t even look at the Lakewood six without whispering among their friends. You were the only one brave enough to talk to them and treat them like human beings, leading you to quickly becoming close to them. You were far closer with Audrey than the rest of them, but they were all important to you. 

“They are just normal people, you know. So am I, or at least I hope.”

“What about Audrey? What is she like?” The question was sort of odd but you figured that she was just generally curious about the six and you were the best person to ask. 

You had a billion answers to her question. Audrey was… everything? No, that sounded stupid. Audrey was your best friend. She was the girl that held your hair back when you drank too much. The girl that took videos of you when you weren’t looking and kept them on a special file on her computer. The girl that hogged the blankets when you slept over at her house, but still managed to wrap her arms around you and keep you warm. 

Audrey looked like the devil to a normal person, that much you understood. But around you, she was completely different. 

“Audrey is misunderstood, if you ask me. She looks scary half the time but I’ve never met anyone more similar to a cat in my life. I swear all that girl knows how to do is lie around on top of me and badger me for attention. She likes to play the scary-cool card, but I promise that she’s really sweet.”

Wendy muttered something under her breath that sounded like damn, and the two of you took a sip from your cheap, plastic cups at the same time. You were mostly still drinking to keep your mouth shut, realizing that your words were a little too… Suggestive. 

“So the guys at school are totally right. We’ve been placing bets for a month now and I guess this means I’ve lost.” 

You looked up at her with a startled expression and barely managed to swallow the alcohol, doing your best not to choke. Wendy looked both vaguely disappointed and impressed but you on the other hand were very, very confused. 

“Excuse me?”

“You and Audrey. You know, you’re together and all? It’s not that the intense staring and hardcore flirting went over my head, but I always thought it seemed like a little too much. Like you guys were just messing with us. The others were positive you two had a thing though. I owe them thirty bucks.”

People were placing bets on you and Audrey? The idea that people cared about your romantic lives was preposterous enough but about you and Audrey? What did she mean by hardcore flirting and the staring thing? Audrey and you were close friends, sure, but how did it even look like you were anything more?

You had never even considered it…

“No, you’re mistaken, honestly Audrey and I–”

“What are you guys talking about?”

Her voice came from directly behind you and you froze in your spot. She sounded genuinely upset but seemed to be attempting to hide it. You turned around and came face to face with her, trying to mask your surprised expression. 

Audrey’s hair was left natural, her dark bangs causally swept to the side. Though, you instantly noticed that she was wearing more make up than usual. She had started wearing make up recently but usually kept it minimal. That night however, she was wearing pale eyeshadow and highlighter? The look was flawless on Audrey but it wasn’t something you expected from her. 

“About you,” Wendy piped up. Audrey raised an eyebrow and gave you a hard look before she shifted to your side and rested her arm on your shoulder, leaning against you. Someone was feeling friendly that night.

“And you are?”

“Wendy! I’m a year under you guys. Pleasure to finally meet you. The guys at school are going to be impressed that I finally met the infamous Audrey and Y/N.”

Audrey didn’t look impressed. While the brooding, scary look worked very well with her dark features, you were beginning to get concerned for Wendy. 

Though despite that, Audrey was being a complete idiot. You clamped your mouth and tried not to smile at how hard she was obviously trying to look intimidating. 

“Great, now that you’ve been all cozy with her and you’ve met me, you can leave,” Audrey stated bluntly, her body inching slightly closer to your side. You glanced down at her arm that was still resting on your shoulder, beginning to get confused. “Are you done here?”

What was making her so upset? Audrey was cold sometimes, but she wasn’t straight up rude. Not unless she was hurt or struggling with something that she was keeping to herself. There was nothing for her to be hurt over and you couldn’t guess what she could have been struggling with. Was it your fault?

You were slightly worried that you had done something to bother her, but you were still trying not to laugh. All you could picture in your head was the other night when you and Audrey had snuck out to your elementary school. She had hung upside down on the monkey bars, her shirt caught on the underwire of her bra, showing off her toned stomach. You had laughed for ten minutes while she tried to keep her shirt up and get down at the same time. You had wrapped your arms around her middle and lifted her down, trying not to drop her head against the ground. 

What had changed in only a few nights? 

“I was just trying to have a conversation with, Y/N.” Wendy was clearly uncomfortable and avoiding Audrey’s gaze, turning to look at you. “I thought you said she was sweet or whatever. I’m second guessing that.” She stalked off  and disappeared into the kitchen so quickly that you didn’t have a single moment to comprehend her words. 

Audrey looked incredibly taken aback, pulling away from you and giving you a questioning look. You were speechless, trying to collect your thoughts and decide what was the best way to handle the situation. On one hand, you figured Wendy would get over it in a matter of minutes, but on the other hand, you hated the fact that she had insulted Audrey. Whether or not she sort of deserved it. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” It was the only question you could manage without choking on your words. You suddenly felt almost too sober. Where had you left your cup again?

“With me? I wasn’t the one flirting with a junior and gossiping about my best friend!” 

You scoffed and shook your head incredulously. “Audrey, we weren’t flirting. We were just talking. As far as she knows, the two of us are so in love that we look like we’re faking it!” 

Your words hit Audrey like a brick to the face and she just stood there, looking dumbfounded and lost. You wished that you could have taken back the words and exchanged them for something a little less awkward but what was done was done. 

“Why does she think that?”

Apparently, all we do is stare at each other and flirt constantly.”

You ignored the fact that you were literally in the middle of staring contest with her and tried to focus on something else. Her hair, the soft curve of her cheeks or the gosh damn highlighter than made her face glow like she was an angel. 

Do not,” Audrey argued almost weakly, sounding more defensive than she already had. 

“Why are you trying to convince me?” 

She closed her mouth and looked in-between distressed and exhausted. Her lips curved downwards in a helpless pout and you acknowledged the fact that you had never seen Audrey look so distressed before. She was usually better at hiding her emotions, even around you. 

“What have I done to hurt you?” You were a moment from giving up, not knowing what else to do. Audrey would either explain or you’d have to give her time to figure things out. You were praying she would just be honest and let you know what was going on in her head. 

“I came here wearing make up and wearing your favourite jacket after thinking about you all day and then I saw you talking to some leggy blonde the minute I walked in. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot, I just don’t know how to think around you anymore.”

Your face went slack and your mind went back to the other night; lifting her down from the children’s equipment, your fingers splayed against her smooth stomach. You could still smell her vanilla body spray as if her skin was still so close. Her words created a flash of vivid feelings and you stood with a blank expression, trying to process them. 

“Blondes aren’t even my type,” you blurted out without thinking properly. 

Audrey still looked vaguely miserable but she laughed, somehow managing to still pout in the process. “Then who is?”

“I don’t think I’ve honestly ever considered it, Audrey. I’ve been so caught up in just loving your presence, loving our relationship and loving you. I never considered that maybe what we are isn’t what I thought it was. Friends don’t wear highlighter for each other or get so easily jealous over blondes.” 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, making you wonder if she was trying not to cry or if she was angry. 

She didn’t look very angry, but she did look very torn apart and maybe a tad guilty. You hated that, seeing her so upset and knowing that you were a part of it. Sure, you hadn’t intentionally hurt her, but you could do something about it. 

“Why are you apologizing? I should be the one saying sorry for not realizing that we were never going to be good at being friends.” You clenched your fists and struggled to find the right words to explain yourself. You couldn’t mess up again. “Audrey, I think maybe we’re better at being in love with each other and calling it stupid things like friendship.” 

The way her eyes brightened was the most beautiful thing you had witnessed in a very long time. You couldn’t say what about Audrey was your favourite part, but her expressive eyes were certainly magnificent. 

“What if we stopped with the labels then?” 

You took a tentative step towards her and pushed her bangs from her eyes. You then linked your wrists around her neck and nodded with a small smile. “I think I could work with that,” you mumbled before pressing your lips against hers. 

She kissed you so gently with the softest lips, yet with an undertone of eagerness. Everything about the kiss was mind numbing and felt like the first breath of spring air. How long had you been secretly waiting for that kiss? How long had she been waiting? 

You weren’t quite sure but you certainly didn’t regret it. A kiss like that was worth the wait.  

the brightest star in the sky 


because of course you met her at a club, at a party hosted by a friend of a friend of a friend who you didn’t really know but your buddy dragged you along–and didn’t he understand you had to study, to make up for years and years of lost time because your parents always told you that you were the brightest star in the sky–but finally you caved and you’ve never been happier because she has the shiniest dark hair and the longest legs you’ve ever seen and when you ask to buy her a drink she looks you up and down and then she downs her drink in one go, tells you to bring her a whiskey, and then dances next to you all night long.

and you know you’re not the brightest and most perfect star in the sky, whatever your dearest mother told you, but you’re also not an idiot and you can see the outline of a long thin stick in her jacket as you help her into it but you don’t care because her eyes are bright blue and laughing and her nose turns up and you want to spend days dropping kisses onto it so you let it go, ignore it, wait for her to talk about it if she feels ready.

and when she finds out who your cousin is she freezes and those laughing blue eyes turn to ice but you kiss her nose and wind your fingers around that curly dark hair and tell her she did nothing worse than you ever did, and she did better too: she was trying to save her world, but you were only ever trying to limit the scope of yours.

and so she shows you all the brightest stars in the sky because she aced (o-ed?) her astronomy exams and she gives you strangely-colored potions when you overwork yourself at the gym and sometimes she joins you there, hitting the punching bags with more force than skill–and she has a surprising amount of skill.

and when you take her to meet your parents she wears the most demure pink sundress you’ve ever seen, with white eyelet lace and a tiny pink hat and her eyes aren’t laughing but gleaming because she kept all her hard edges but now she has a hint of fun behind her systematic destruction of everything your parents have ever believed about wizards and you watch as your mother falls in love with her and her pretty pink dress before your mother realizes that you didn’t bring home a drooping violet.

because pansy is the exact opposite of her name and you love her for it (and for the look on your cousin’s face when you bring her as your plus one to his wedding).

Musician AU

gift for: @demiwizardtribute13

Hmm I don’t know if this is okay. But I hope you like it, and merry Christmas!
-your secret santa xx

rating: general

word count: 1 434

‘Thank you!’ James Potter yelled into his microphone. ‘Thank you very much!’

His smile was stretched so wide that it hurt. The roaring of the crowd was so loud he could feel it all the way through his body, the lights so bright James knew he’d be seeing imprints of them when he closed his eyes.

But he didn’t close his eyes, not even to blink.

He wanted to soak it in… the feeling of the concert. The way Sirius twirled his drumsticks around in his hands, the way Peter’s hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, the hesitant smile growing on Remus’ face. The way the crowd felt so in sync with him, the way they yelled and screamed when James flashed them his signature grin.

It was the last stop on their tour, and James would miss the concerts. The fans.

They were the best part of being a musician.

But now, now James would go on and record new music with the band, with his new agent. The last one…

James’ smile almost dropped.

The last agent had turned out to be stealing parts of their songs and giving them to Severus Snape, a solo artist that the Marauders had hated ever since they’d made their first album.

But now wasn’t the time to reflect on the past. Now was the time to relax and soak in the last moments of the tour.

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Prologue + Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

In which Delphine is the hot foreign exchange student and Cosima is in a girl band, for…some reason.

The final chapter! Music. Cute girls. The Big Dance.

Read on AO3 or under the cut.

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