slytherin girls tapping their matte black nails impatiently on the desks, waiting for charms to be over so they can fix their roots, fiddling with the laces of their worn out combat boots, applying perfect winged eyeliner without even trying, scrawling their name in sharpies on the bottoms of their desks, wearing shorts in the dead of winter because they could, sending each other bad selfies in the middle of the night, perfecting the messy bun, dorms filled with old polariods and louboutins and old sweaters strewn everywhere
hufflepuff girls having kitchen raids at two in the morning, wearing ridiculously oversize yellow sweaters, using dry shampoo much too often, wearing the most glittery highlighters, perfecting curled ombre hair, using up whole packs of polaroid film at once, leaving nice notes on everyone’s bed, wearing ripped tights because why not, always laughing in the hallways, playing muggle music on old record players and dorms filled with all kinds of plants and cacti
gryffindor girls having the perfect dutch braids, all taking baths in the prefects bathroom at the same time, dancing in the rain, snapping their gum loudly, watching old films in the common room, perfecting the red lip, doing dares that seem stupid in the morning, playing muggle soccer on the quidditch pitch, group chats with every gryffindor girl, wearing red ponchos that are obnoxiously loud when you move, dorms draped in gold and covered in lights and always having enough snacks laying around
ravenclaw girls having study sessions and always writing the most beautiful notes, perfecting their sharp eyebrows, watching netflix when they’re supposed to be studying, making their own perfumes, running around in the hallways after curfew, having a flawless instagram feed, wearing tattered and ripped jeans, annotating books until they were covered in notes, brewing their own skin treatments, dorms filled with stacks of books and to do lists and covered in blue lights
Drabble where Sam teaches Bucky some modern slang and one night during an argument it comes out and reader is shook.
(i legit just wrote this off the top of my head idk where it came from but it is complete trash i am sorry. Pls don’t yell @ me lol.)
“Hi…yes I’d like to place an order for delivery….yeah the Stark tower….I’ll have a medium…” You pull away from the phone and look over at your boyfriend, who was completely engrossed in the Harry Potter movie in front of him.
“Babe, what kind do you want?”
“Pineapple.” Bucky replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.
You cringed, your eyes narrowing in disbelief. What in tarnation possessed him to think that was a suitable pizza topping? No fucking way.
Sensing your glare, he turned his head and peered over at you. His mouth turned into a small frown. “What’s wrong, doll?”
“I’m not getting that!”
“Because it’s an abomination, that’s why!”
“Just get half!” he argued, his brows furrowing.
“There’s no way I’m letting your nasty pineapple touch my pepperoni, James!” you exclaimed.
“Fine!” he spat, picking the remote up and turning the volume louder. With a satisfied smile, you turned back to the phone. But before you could resume your conversation with the man on the other end, you heard the following words from behind you.
“Jesus,” Bucky whispered, careful not to let you hear. “You’re such a thot, Y/N.”
You could hear the man on the other side of the phone snort loudly before apologizing.
“What did you call me, James?” you gasped dramatically. He immediately froze.
“S-Sam said it was the female version of punk!” he panicked, sitting up straight. His blue eyes widened with regret when you began fake balling into your hands.
“Babe, what does it mean?!” He exclaimed, pulling you into his chest.
“It means…..” you sniffled. He closed his eyes. He was so going to murder Sam next time he saw him.
“It means….” you tried again.
“Babe, you don’t have to say it. I’m so-”
“It means you’re not getting any pineapple!” you deadpanned, pulling away from him and resuming your phone call with a smirk. That ought to teach him.
You didn’t fuck around when it came to your pizza.
Last week was our third anniversary - I can’t believe it’s been three years already! Unlike last year, we were together this time (the pains of long distance relationships across borders!) so I wore something pretty to go out for dinner and drinks with my Moosh. We look some photos in Cubbon Park before the light faded and then strolled over to Social for cocktails and the arguably the best poutine in Bangalore. I felt rather festive in my burgundy velvet skirt and snowflake stockings from Tabbisocks - ‘tis the season after all! The best thing about anniversaries around Christmas is how joyous and festive everything is all around. I might post some photos from our Christmas celebrations later - we managed to dish up a full Christmas dinner with all the trimmings but forgot to get any pics of it! In the meantime, I hope y’all are having a joyous, restful and much needed winter break ♥
he just adds a huge puffy coat and still….. wears shorts (key: it’s -5°C out pls cover your legs i am freezing just looking at you / onew: my leg hair keeps me warm and also it wouldn’t be right to deprive the world of my calves)
but will occasionally trade his shorts for sweatpants to keep people on their toes (jongkey2min: omg who are you)
but dude when he has a presentation he can clean up
walks into class in his suit, belt matching his shoes (duh) and he just has this commanding presence?? like he KNOWS what he’s talking about and people listen
has lucky underwear that he always wears on these days
they’re lime green and have pineapples with sunglasses all over them (a gag gift from jong who never intended them to actually be worn)
once taemin followed him into class when he had a presentation (onew: for support he said) and sat in the back with a huge grin and gave him a thumbs up and when onew opened his slideshow his font was comic sans and he had to present with a straight face like he wasn’t going to murder tae afterwards the lil shit (taemin: YOU DID FINE IT WAS FINE IF I SWIPE YOU INTO THE DINING HALL WILL YOU STOP CHASING ME)
always has a handle of vodka rolling around in one of his drawers for the hard days you know??
after a party minho crashed at onew’s place and he was hungover af and there had a mug out on the desk and minho thought it was water until he caught a whiff and his head was back in the trashcan he lived in last night (minho: hyung WHY / onew: *takes a sip* hair of the dog)
you cannot fathom how many alarms he has in order to go to his morning classes
he has SO many and he is the master of snoozing all of them but still manages to get to class on time???
had one 8:30 for a mandatory class and every morning he had it he half-asleep calculated how many times he could skip and still pass
procrastinates by stressmaking food (minho: don’t you have a huge test tomorrow / onew: *furiously making guac at 12am* I AM FREAKING OUT / taemin: i have chips)
he could drop out at anytime and just do a mukbang show, he could. it’s totally doable, he mutters to himself while continuing to study hard
v hard to see him on campus bc he just go straight to his dorm
will occasionally wake up from (various) naps to jonghyun pounding at his door so that they could go to work (jong: HYUNG I CALLED YOU THREE TIMES AND YOU KEEP HANGING UP ON ME LET’S GO)
honestly if he didn’t have to pay for ridiculously overpaid textbooks that the profs wrote themselves and then assigned for class!!!! he would not work at the school cafe (jong: but you like the “free” muffins / onew: shhhhh we don’t know what happens to the occasional disappearing muffin)
studies at the library (”this is my home and dungeon”) and during exam times he takes up an entire table with spreadsheets and notes bc once his laptop died on him and deleted his work in progress and he’s a lil traumatized and prints everything out
he carries most of his books in his arms bc his backpack is for snacks, it’s his snackpack ayyyyy (key: *zips open his bag* why is there just granola bars in here / onew: *struggling to hold all of his books* bc clearly my priorities are in order)
Paris is covered in an unprecedented amount of snowfall. Undeterred, Paris’ reliable heroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, still take on the responsibility of their patrol - but what’s the harm of taking a break to enjoy the snow?
I wrote this in December, but looking at the Adrienette Month Prompt for today - Snow Day - totally reminded me of this small little oneshot! Thought I’d post it - since I’m still working on catching up on a few of the prompts (got something in the works for childhood friends au, the reveal, and maybe a disney au!)! Enjoy
It was another cold night of patrolling Ladybug and Chat Noir. With Christmas fast approaching Paris had been hit with record breaking snowfall, leaving the City of Lights covered in a new layer of snow. Yet while many businesses and shops had taken to closing early for the night, the City’s superheroes still took to their duties, undeterred by the unexpected weather.
Author’s Note: Just a little drabble because Valentine’s Day is nearing. Enjoy!
“What are we watching?” You asked, waltzing into the living room with a carton of ice cream and a spoon dangling from your mouth. Your roommate patted the empty spot on the couch next to her and pointed to the television. “The S.A.G Awards?” You asked dully.
“I just want to see if Stranger Things wins any awards,” she replied. “If not, we can turn it and find something to watch on Netflix.”
“Sounds fair.” You replied, with a mouthful of ice cream.
Moments later, your jaw went slack when you heard the announcer start talking about their next guest. You could see your roommate looking at you from your peripherals, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the screen.
“I’m here with Sebastian Stan who picked up a nomination tonight for last year’s Captain America: Civil War. How are you doing tonight, Sebastian?”
“We can turn it, if you want.” Your roommate mentioned, picking up the remote from the couch and pointing it at the t.v.
“No,” you replied. “It’s okay.”
Sebastian- or Seb, as you used to call him- gave the interviewer generic answers. He was doing good, he was happy to be there, he was excited about the nomination, and talked about his upcoming projects. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. He looked great. Older. More mature than the boy you met nearly ten years ago when you were an intern on a movie set.
It was your first production job, and his first major role.
You shook your head, trying not to think about the time when the two of you dated briefly. After all, it had been a long time since then, and he had definitely moved on. Even if it took you a little longer, you were- for the most part- over it.
“With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, we have to ask, have you ever been in love?” The interviewer asked with a smile.
“Oh this ought to be good.” You muttered with another bite of ice cream, trying to hide your bitterness. Your roommate snickered beside you. “I mean, he’s dated how many girls in Hollywood?”
Sebastian just smiled, “there was one,” he said. “She was an intern on the set of The Covenant, it was a long time ago. We had a falling out, went our separate ways, it happens.”
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at his words. You were almost certain there were no other interns that he was involved with, and that meant that he had to be talking about you.
“The one who got away, huh?” The woman asked, Seb shrugged. “Any chance you might see her again?”
“You never know,” he replied. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this business, it’s that you never know who you might meet or run into. It’s crazy.”
“That it is. Well thank you for your time, Sebastian, and good luck tonight.”
He looked into the camera and gave a small wink before moving along to the next interviewer. Your heart was beating so rapidly that you couldn’t think straight, and wondered if what you had just heard was real.
“Did that just-” you stopped mid-sentence, to look at your roommate who shared the same surprised look on her face.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“He was talking about-” You began again, but trailed off.
“I think so,” she answered once more. “You have to call him.”
“I am not calling him.”
“Text him then.”
“No!” You exclaimed, standing up off of the couch and making your way to the freezer to put your ice cream away. “He probably doesn’t even have the same number.”
You turned around to see your roommate with your phone and smirk on her lips. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She replied as she handed the phone out to you. Before you could take it back, she pulled it back quickly and looked at the screen. “Oh my gosh, he’s replying.”
You grabbed the phone quickly before she could read the next message, which would probably be ‘who’s this’ or ‘wrong number’. But when the message popped up on the screen, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.