should i write a drabble now

anonymous asked:

Hi could you please write an 8th year drarry trope where they're forced to work together and end up really liking each other? :))

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“Now everyone, listen here while I tell you what your project will be about.” Said Slughorn. Harry wasn’t really paying attention, he just hoped that Hermione would explain the whole thing to him later. He was thinking, as he usually was these days, about the war and of all the people that should be sat around him, but weren’t. If only he had destroyed the horcruxes earlier, or if he had told the people in the Order about their mission Voldemort would’ve been dead much sooner. His trance was broken when the chair next to him scraped on the floor. He looked up to see the tall figure of Draco Malfoy place himself in it.

“So, I say we-” He started before he saw Harry’s confused face staring at him. Malfoy sighed and rolled his eyes. “You weren’t listening, were you?” Harry shook his head. “Well, Potter, if you had been paying attention you would’ve known that we got partnered up for the project.”

Harry groaned and thumped his head on the desk. “No.”

“I’m not exactly thrilled about this either,” Harry heard a little moroseness in his voice. “But we both have to deal with this, okay? I say we put our little petty school rivalry in the past. Deal?” Malfoy held out his hand.

Harry took it hesitantly. “Fine.”

“Alright then. We’ll meet in the library at six.” Malfoy stated. He then grabbed his bag and strutted out the door.

Harry left the common room at ten to six. He walked into the library with five minutes to spare, only to find Malfoy already sitting at a table in the back with papers and books scattered all over. “I never expected you to be so messy, Malfoy.” He teased as he sat down across from him.

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Angst/fluff Prompt List

Please don’t repost (stealing isn’t cool, but reblog if you wish) <3 <3

  1. “I love you, please don’t go.”
  2. “Stay here tonight.”
  3. “Please don’t walk out of that door.”
  4. “I thought things were going great.”
  5. “Don’t you love me?”
  6. “You make every day worth living.”
  7. “I’ll keep you warm.”
  8. “I’m never letting you go.”
  9. “You meant too much to me.”
  10. “I won’t let you.”
  11. “How could you ask me that?”
  12. “Don’t you trust me?”
  13. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”
  14. “You look amazing tonight.”
  15. “Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”
  16. “I’ve got you.”
  17. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”
  18. “It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
  19. “How are you feeling today?”
  20. “You look amazing tonight.”
  21. “We’ll figure this out.”
  22. “This isn’t goodbye.”
  23. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”
  24. “Wanna go grab a drink?”
  25. “What the hell were you thinking?!”
  26. “Here, let me help you.”
  27. “Kiss me.”
  28. “I care about you.”
  29. “You could have warned me!”
  30. “That was unexpected.”
  31. “You haven’t lost me.”
  32. “Why are you doing this?”
  33. “Don’t cry.”
  34. “Please don’t do this.”
  35. “You make me feel safe.”
  36. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
  37. “Thank you, for everything.”
  38. “All I wanted was for you to be happy.”
  39. “I can’t do this on my own.”
  40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”
  41. “Don’t be afraid.”
  42. “You’re always on my mind.”
  43. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
  44. “You’ve always felt like home.”
  45. “I can’t imagine this world without you.”
  46. “Dance with me.”
  47. “Trust me.”
  48. “Why are you crying?”
  49. “Who hurt you?”
  50. “Nothing is wrong with you.”
  51. “You make me feel alive.”
  52. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
  53. “Who cares about what they think?”
  54. “Let’s go.”
  55. “I’m not going anywhere.”
  56. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
  57. “You’ve always got me.”
  58. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”
  59. “Is this okay?”
  60. “You look like you could use a hug.”
  61. “Did you need something?”
  62. “Do you have a ride home?”
  63. “I am home.”
  64. “What happened back there?”
  65. “That’s not gonna happen.”
  66. “Why me?”
  67. “I’m right where I belong.”
  68. “Fine.”
  69. “What do you want me to say?”
  70. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”
  71. “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”
  72. “You need sleep.”
  73. “Excuse me?”
  74. “What are you doing?”
  75. “What did you expect?”
  76. “You’re not alone.”
  77. “We’re meant for each other.”
  78. “You’re worth it.”
  79. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
  80. “I’ve always been honest with you.”
  81. “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”
  82. “Just breathe, okay?”
  83. “When I’m with you, I’m happy.”
  84. “Going somewhere?”
  85. “Don’t lie to me.”
  86. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”
  87. “You’re so adorable.”
  88. “I’m better, now that you’re here.”
  89. “I could never forget you.”
  90. “Forget it.”
  91. “That’s in the past.”
  92. “You make me happy.”
  93. “You’re more than that.”
  94. “I won’t lose you too.”
  95. “Come cuddle.”
  96. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”
  97. “It’s not that easy.”
  98. “I’ve had enough.”
  99. “I fell in love with you, not them.”
  100. “You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”
Flirting is Hard When You’re Harry Potter

Original headcanon by @ harry-is-lily-ginny-is-james!!!

It’s still monday! …for a half an hour anyway. This one ended up being much bigger than I originally planned. I hope you like it~

(Now posted on AO3!)



“It’s all the paper talks about anymore,” Draco frowned, “Stupid Potter.”

“We’re agog,” Blaise said pouring himself and Draco a cup of coffee.

Pansy smothered a yawn and picked up a piece of toast, “Do tell.”

Draco folded his paper, eyes scanning past the picture to the drivel written below, “Potter’s going to join the auror’s, change the world,” he grumbled, “you’d think the sun shines out of his arsehole the way they go on about him.”

Pansy rolled her eyes.

“Couldn’t agree more,” A voice said behind him from the Ravenclaw table, “that Potter’s a total pillock.”

“Exactly-” Draco turned on his bench, his words choking off before they were halfway out of his mouth.

“I really don’t know what they see in him,” Potter said flatly, taking a massive bite of pancake.

Luna smiled absently at Potter’s side, “I don’t know, I’ve always thought he was quite nice.”

Potter picked up his pumpkin juice, “To-tal pil-lock.”

Draco felt his face go hot and he spun around back to his plate. Blaise quickly picked up his coffee cup to hide a growing smile. Pansy snorted, almost choking on her toast, she ducked her head and fumbled for her cup.

Draco grabbed his bag and left the table with an imperious sniff.

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in the woods

he sets a steaming mug on the coffee-table beside her, the scent of hot chocolate curling her lips up. last night, he made them rib-eyes with spinach and mashed potatoes, used that ridiculously expensive grass-fed butter and everything; she picks up the mug, takes a creamy sip, and decides that she can summarize this weekend with the word rich. though they only have two space-heaters in this little cabin, the room feels cozy nonetheless. she lounges on the couch, the secret history on her pajamaed lap, her legs up on the cushions while he sits down at her feet, lifts her toes up onto his lap. she sets the mug back down, returns to her words while he takes one of her wool socks into his hands and rubs his thumb along her arch. yes, she thinks; rich is the correct term.

though she’s unsure as to whose cabin this is, she knows it belongs to an old friend of mulder’s, some guy whose wife or daughter or other relative had been abducted, and due to mulder’s brash heroism - she stopped listening as soon as he began the story, for she figured it wouldn’t be true or that the true version would be far less exhilarating than mulder’s rendition - and she doesn’t want to question the ownership, not when it’s ever-so-softly snowing outside and not while their little space of the adirondacks is so blissfully, wonderfully quiet. according to the true locals, this is off-season, and they’re in a portion of the state that’s been owned by a specific family for years; the lake water, apparently, is safe to drink though she made sure mulder boiled it anyway. nonetheless, it’s just them and the neighboring cabin’s occupants out here for the weekend, the nearest paved road being thirty miles away, the closest gas station probably thirty-five. 

“are we staying in today?” he asks as he rubs her feet, still tired from their past week of nonstop paperwork. to skinner on friday, mulder claimed that he would have a twenty-four hour virus starting on that coming monday, a lie that skinner grinned and bore; as for her excuse to spend the weekend away, she was registered to attend a conference in alexandria that she’d intended to attend though mulder’s mentioned it hundreds of times that, technically speaking, they’re both playing hooky. yesterday, they spent the morning snowshoeing the property and hiking the short path down to the frozen-over lake, but today, life sounds best when her book, a blanket, and mulder are involved.

glancing out the window, she watches as an evergreen folds heavily beneath the falling snow; outside, the world is silent but full of change, the gravity shifting as it does with every storm. to herself, she wonders if they might end up snowed in and finds she doesn’t mind that prospect. 

“i’d like to,” she says as he switches to her other foot. 

of course, she’d been resistant at his first mention of a weekend like this, one planned out and researched and intended for - she nearly cringes at the word - romance.

“just wait for a holiday weekend instead,” she insisted as they sat together in the basement office, as she flicked through some new file, as she remained friendly but indifferent toward him in the way she’d mastered at work over the years. though their relationship had changed drastically - in a good way, in the best of ways - since he kissed her on the first, she still needed to be professional. “i’d rather not take time off.”

“but it is a holiday weekend,” he gave softly, his eyes puppying and his gaze silently hurt. 

“mulder, martin luther king day is in january, not february.”

“yeah, i know that.”

“then what holiday are you talking about?”

and though she knew that their territory since he kissed her on the first was uncharted, and though she knew that her priorities didn’t tend toward hallmark holidays, and though she knew better than to think he would overlook such a thing, she stared incredulously at him, couldn’t remember any february holiday other than her birthday though even that one was hardly worth celebrating.

“that’s the weekend of valentine’s day,” he explained, his eyes downcast, his ribs still as he waited for the inevitable rejection. “the fourteenth’s that monday.”

and now, she’s playing hooky for the first time in her career, and she’s wearing his thermal shirt, and he made her belgian waffles for breakfast, the world beyond them is a mess of bright white, and work is the last thing on her mind.

“i think there’s a scrabble board on the bookshelf,” he says, glancing back at the dusty, faded stack of almanacs; this place, all gas-powered and wooden, looks exactly the way a cabin should look, the decor straight out of the 1960s, the mugs in the cabinet all fading shades of green and yellow, all of the furniture holding the scent of pine. if there’s a box of scrabble in here, it’ll be an old version, the rulebook fading and three or four of the pieces missing. looking to him, she smiles softly, figures that everything’s more alluring when it has a quirk or two.

“yeah,” she offers, folding her pages over her bookmark, setting the novel down on the coffee-table. then, she shimmies down against the couch, her knees falling over his lap, and motions for him to come closer. though the word of the weekend is rich, she figures contact would also suffice.

“we’re not going to fit,” he warns but leans down alongside her anyway; with his folded legs draping across her hips and his arm steadying himself around her stomach, she exhales, her mind blanking meditatively, her heartbeat slow and soft. 

“i’m sorry that there’s not much to do around here,” he whispers against her skin, his lips ghosting against her collarbone. “i should’ve planned something else. though i know you like quiet places, this might be a little too quiet.”

“no, no,” she says, shaking her head as she twines his fingers through his hair. then, she quirks a lip, says, “a calm, quiet weekend with you is a rare treat.”

“we could’ve gone to san jose,” he muses; though she’s not entirely sure, she thinks he’s joking. “i heard that there have been sightings there. we could’ve stayed up until four in the morning, looked for flying saucers, and eaten junk food all weekend.”

“how romantic,” she deadpans. 

“this hasn’t been romantic at all,” he grumbles, the statement self-deprecating, his words intended for himself only.

on the drive from some tiny rural airport in vermont to this cabin, he brought out his blues brothers cd to keep them entertained while the radio stations went in and out; he imitated the guys on npr for a certain stretch of miles, each quip being met with a smile from her. though they arrived too late on friday night to see much of the property, he offered her a ski mask and sat on the cabin’s porch with her, pointed out the seven sisters constellation and labeled it the smudge in the sky. that night, she took his sleep-shirt out of his duffel, put it on before he could, and the incredulous but deeply satisfied look he gave her for that - and the mild-mannered but insistent way he managed to get it back, or at least to let it reside on the bedroom’s floor for the remainder of the evening - was worth any backroad boredom they could’ve had. though she always knew he was loving, could discern his intelligent passion from the moment she first met him, she’s still shocked with every extraneous touch, with every unnecessary caress, with the way he’ll stop stirring risotto just so he can bring her into his arms, and she’s far more shocked with how at ease she feels with him. when he makes her dinner, when he borrows her chapstick though she insists that he shouldn’t, when he spoons up against her in bed as though he could read her mind and sense that she felt cold, she feels her mind soften, her muscles relax; simultaneously, they’re honeymooners and best friends, and as she turns her head, kisses his forehead, she whispers, “it’s been romantic.”

“but has it been a valentine’s day kind of romantic?” he asks. 

“of course it has,” she laughs. 

“really?”

“you’re asking someone who forgot about the holiday altogether.”

“so i should’ve made this year so memorable that you would never forget it.”

she closes her eyes, breathes him in, thinks of how many hours they have to themselves, just the two of them in the middle of nowhere on a snowy day, books and scrabble keeping them company, this cabin making them feel as though they’re the only people left on earth.

“i’ll never forget it,” she whispers to him. “i promise.”

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now it’s just you and me in the dark 

Number five. Inspired by “Motel Pool” by Travis Garland. Take a listen while you read. As always, find more of Teyana and Niall here.

It’s been a hell of a week.

Teyana’s been working a string of long shifts at the bookstore for the past several days, and those shifts have seemed to bring in a rainbow of clientele—terribly sweet but indecisive old ladies who she essentially ended up giving a tour of the whole bookstore, irate college students in summer school who wanted to place the blame on her for the texts they’d procrastinated on purchasing and were now out of stock, dudes tapping on the front display window while she was restocking shelves who found it charming to point at her ass and give her a thumbs-up.

She’s been soldiering through, a half hour left in her final shift before a blessed couple of days off (as a thank you from her boss), and then a small child belonging to a parent too engrossed in their cell phone screen to pay attention manages to take down an entire display of Mo Willems books in ten seconds flat. 

Teyana wants to scream.

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Shance Tumblr AU

…….why does my brain want to do this instead of the stuff I should actually be doing…..
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Pidge jolted up from her homework to the sound of her roommate screaming followed by a loud thunk and a crash.

She popped her head into the doorway of said man’s room, raising an eyebrow at the male currently sitting on the bed, jaw dropped, eyes wide, staring at where his phone had hit the wall.

“Lance? Dude, you okay?” Pidge prompted carefully, as her friend was seemingly in shock.

“He followed me back. Oh my god.” Lance whispered, seemingly in disbelief. Pidge blinked.

“What?”

“On Tumblr. That artist blog I told you about?” Lance hissed, still in shock.

Pidge’s eyebrow went higher. “The one you don’t stop talking about? The guy with the scar and the white hair?” Lance nodded frantically.

“I- I wrote a small fic based on an idea he had, tagged him in it, and yesterday he reblogged and liked it and I woke up and looked at my notifications and it was right there?!? How the fuck?!?” Lance’s voice rose in volume until he was practically yelling.

Pidge’s cat, Green, mewed and patted Lance’s lap, ears pricked curiously. Lance’s own cat, Blue, was used to Lance’s screeching and was peacefully napping on the Cuban male’s pillow.

“Lance. Chill.” Pidge deadpanned, moving over to scoop up her cat from the red faced man currently rolling on his bed screeching in a mixture of what she guessed was happy shock, probably. She also moved over to pick up the discarded phone, peeking at the notifications.

Yup. Famous art blog ShiroTheHero was definitely following BlueLionLance. No wonder Lance was practically having a stroke. The guy’s art was pretty good, as her own blog followed him too and was really only there for the gay stuff.

She glanced back over at her friend. “At least you didn’t throw your phone out the window screaming ‘I’m gay’ again.” She commented, setting the blue cased phone next to Blue on the pillow.

Lance rolled back over from where he was screaming into another pillow. “He posted a selfie! And he’s really hot! I couldn’t help it!” He wailed, pouting.

Pidge snorted in amusement. “I saw the picture too, and I didn’t have the same reaction as you. You’re literally the living embodiment of bisexual drama. Glad I’m not as gay as you, thirsty boy.” She teased.

Lance squinted at the tiny woman. “Pidge, you’re the gayest little shit I know besides Keith.” He said seriously, getting a huge grin from said lesbian.

“I know. Now quit the gay fangirling, I’ve got homework to finish for college finals and I can’t concentrate over the sound of you screaming your bisexual little heart out.” She scolded, before turning and leaving the room, Green still tucked in her arms.

Lance rolled his eyes and checked his phone again, smiling at the little notification.

ShiroTheHero is now following BlueLionLance
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Tbh I do the same thing as Lance whenever a popular blog follows me or likes/reblogs anything I post. I really do scream and chuck my phone at the wall in shock, I dunno why, it’s just a reaction I have??? Eh. Well, hope you liked this little Shance Drabble! :3 (I’m calling it the Tumblr AU, should I make more maybe?)

anonymous asked:

i remember when saeyoung said "should I ask mary vanderwood to cut my hair?" and I made mc reply "should I cut your hair? lol I want to" so whenever you're not busy, can you write a fluffy short hc about this? thank youu!

A massive shout out to @thedisadvantagesofbeinganellie (check out her new artblog @ellieartcave) for creating this amazing piece for me. She drew it a while ago but damn, if this didn’t fit this little request perfectly! Thank you beautiful, you gorgeous talented lovely human you!!! 

Now on to the drabble… (has some swearing in it, nothing too serious)

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everyone is gay: the sequel // evak & magnus

even and magnus are hiding something from isak.
(sequel to everyone is gay: the musical)

When both of their phones go off at the same time, it means either one of two things: 1) Eskild is telling them to keep the noise levels down, or 2) there’s a new message in the guys’ groupchat.

Since the closest contact they have with each other’s fun zones (at the present moment, at least) is Isak lying with his head in Even’s lap, Even can only assume it’s the latter.

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Drabble Prompt List

since i don’t feel like writing entire fics today, we’re gonna do drabbles. Send me a prompt number and a character and I’ll hopefully get to writing it today.

1. “Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful.”

2. “I’m feeling very emotionally vulnerable right now so just hold my damn hand.”

3. “We should get a dog.” “Absolutely not.”

4. “I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate.”

5. “Damn okay fine, I won’t send you anymore selfies.”

6. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

7. “I’m personally offended that you accepted that solo mission when you knew that you’d be away from me for four months.”

8. “Am I annoying?”

9. “When you’re sad, I’m sad, and then we’re all sad.”

10. “No, no. Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you fucking dare. Dammit.”

11. “Prove it.”

12. “If you use another pick-up line like that on me again I might punch you in the gut.”

13. “You’re telling me you’ve never been to Ikea?!”

14. “Tell me you need me.”

15. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you make me k-kinda nervous, and, wow, is it hot in here?”

16. “I ship us.”

17. “You make my dopamine levels surge.”

18. “I will never leave you by yourself.”

19. “It’s starting to kind of hurt my heart that you don’t say I love you back.”

20. “You’re jealous of who?!”

21. “Stop looking at me like I’m your everything.”

22. “You’ll catch me, right?”

23. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”

24. “Well that was immensely attractive.”

25.  “If you touch her I will end you.”

26. “You’re a fucking child.” “I simply suggested that we should go splash in the puddles outside, damn.”

27. “You look so great, I might cry.”

28. “I can cook Pizza Rolls and Cup O’ Noodles and that’s about it.”

29. “Shut up, I’m hilarious.”

30. “Mine.”

31. “Having something you can’t bear to lose is fucking scary.”

32. “I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

33. “Salad? Do I look like a fucking rabbit.”

34. “I don’t tell you I love you enough.”

35. “I’m not clingy, I just like being near you all the time.”

36. “Baby, I will never stop trying to help you see your beauty.”

37. “Well if that’s how you feel, then leave.”

38. “That can’t be legal.”

39. “I would just like to remind you that I love you before I destroy you in laser tag.”

40. “Wow okay, this is not going the way I planned it out in the shower.”

41. “I don’t deserve you.”

42. “I’ve never been happier in my life.”

43. “My side of the wedding party is much cooler than your’s.”

44. “You’re dangerously gorgeous.”

45. “I should be the only one making you happy.”

46. “All I want is to be everything you need.”

47. “Please come home, I miss you.”

48. “You’re a very different drunk than I thought you’d be.”

49. “I fucking adore you.”

50. “Of course we’re not going to duet a Disney son-” “mY wHOLe liFE Has beEn A sERieS of dOors IN mY FAcE.”

51. Author’s Preference

Kiss On The Cheek

Originally posted by prussiakira

Chekov x reader

Word count: 702

Warnings: Please excuse my Russian accent I tried okay

Tags: Fluuuuuuuff

A/N: I needed some Chekov fluff today so I hope you enjoy <3


It started so suddenly that she didn’t know how to react to it. She was just reminding him to take a nap after his overly stressing shift when it happened. He was running to and fro and after she got through his frantic thoughts with her soft statement he murmured a quick “I will, thank you Y/N.” and starting walking past her. Except he stopped for a second…

…to kiss her on the cheek.

Then he proceeded as if nothing had happened. She had stood there frozen in shock, her cheek tingling and blushing red.

The second time it happened was during a much calmer time. They were walking down the hallway, chatting, when Pavel got a request from his communicator to report down to engineering. Giving her an apologetic smile, he suddenly leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek, said his goodbye and went on his merry way, as normal as ever. This time her hand shot up to touch the spot his lips had been, staring at his retreating back, completely baffled.

Before she could figure it out, it became a regular thing. Everyone noticed, besides Pavel it seemed. The Captain kept sending her suggestive looks and she was finding herself babbling excuses as soon as anyone wanted to talk to her about ‘her and Chekov’. She was pretty sure the superior officers were betting on them too. She couldn’t understand why he did it and why it seemed so normal to him. Not that she was complaining, but it was getting out of hand and her curiosity was on high.

One day as she sat on the floor of his quarters fiddling with a broken communicator, Pavel was pacing in front of her going on about a stupid mistake he did at engineering that day.

“Pav, stop that, it was nothing, I’m sure others have done worse.” She sighed.

“But ze Captain waz there! He sav it!” he stressed.

“Pav, believe me, the Captain likes you, clumsiness and all, don’t worry about it, he probably thought it was funny.” She shook her head with a smile, eyes locked on the communicator she was screwing apart.

“You really think zo?” He asked uncertainly.

“Yes! Pav, don’t worry about it, you’ve done too many great things for anyone to judge you for that.” She affirmed, shooting him a fond look.

“Thank you, Y/N, you alvays know how to calm me down.” He gave her a soft smile and bent down to her level. Her breath hitched as she saw him leaning toward her and his lips grazed the skin on her cheek. In the spur of the moment, her body clouded her judgment and took control as she shifted her face slightly to the side so his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. She felt him freeze as her heart thumped in her chest, logic trying to catch up as sensations flooded her entire being. What the hell had she just done?!

Squeezing her eyes shut, she leant back and cringed.

“I am… so, so sorry, oh my god, I just… I’m so sorry, you keep doing that and it’s so overwhelming, I couldn’t control myself… oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, I-“ she was cut off as his soft lips brushed hers again and she gasped. For a moment they were still, breaths mingling, before hesitantly moving together. Her heart was leaping as they separated, eyes shooting open to see the sparkle in his’ brighter than ever.

“Don’t be zorry, I don’t know vhy I started doing zat but I couldn’t stop. I’m kind of glad now, though, I didn’t know you… vell, that you vanted a kiss there?” He rambled, eyes scanning her face as if checking to see if he did the right thing.

“Oh, I want kisses everywhere.” She blurted, only for her eyes to widen at her words. “I mean… you know, I wasn’t against the cheek thing, it’s just nice to have the lip thing too! I wasn’t asking for, um, god why do I talk…” She backtracked awkwardly.

“You vant kisses everywhere? I can do zat!” He gave her an adorable smirk that almost made her faint.

Drabble: Is that a bum bag? (Harry/Draco)

I’m supposed to be working on my @hd-fan-fair fic today, but after a deep and meaningful discussion in the @drarrysquad discord room about bum bags / fanny packs (I honestly don’t know which name is funnier), I somehow ended up writing this ridiculous drabble, instead.

I dedicate it to @shiftylinguini and @aibidil.

Title: Is that a bum bag?
Author: @ravenclawsquill
Rating: PG-13 (but should be NC-17, due to the horrifying bum bag)
Word count: ~250

Draco stalked down the stairs as if they were a catwalk and paused on the bottom step. What do you think?” he asked.

Harry stared, lost for words as he took in Draco’s mismatched outfit. He’d never seen Draco in anything other than robes, and he usually looked so … put together. Now, though, he looked so utterly insane that Harry’s eyes couldn’t decide where to start.

There was the brown paisley-print shirt, the bogey-green corduroy trousers, the feathered fedora and then, worst of all…

“Is that a bum bag?” Harry choked.

“Oh, this?” Draco asked, shaking his hips in such a way that the coins inside jingled jubilantly. “I believe so. Isn’t it convenient?”

Harry gaped. “Draco, no—I mean, yes, it’s convenient, but—you can’t go out wearing that!”

Draco frowned. “Why not?”

“Because it’s a bum bag!” Harry hissed.

“But it’s a brilliant idea! My hands are free, my money’s right here, at waist height, and—”

“Draco, no. It’s socially unacceptable!” Harry interrupted, trying and failing to convey the extent of his revulsion to his clueless boyfriend.

“Tsk, what do you know about socially acceptable attire?” Draco scoffed. “I’m wearing it, and you can’t stop me.”

Harry grinned. “Is that a challenge, Malfoy?”

Draco turned and dashed back upstairs, coins clinking with every step, in a bid to escape. Harry scrambled after him, clawing desperately at the clasp of the bum bag. If he had to strip Draco naked to get it off him, so be it.

Plus-Size

Note: I know most of these plus size prompts start off with insecurity, but I wanted this one to represent a strong and confident plus size woman. Every body is beautiful, no matter the shape or size and if you’re happy with yourself, who cares what anyone thinks !!! I hope you guys like this one :)


You stood in front of the mirror, admiring the clothes hugged against your figure snugly, showing off your assets and figure you had learned to adore so much.

Harry stood behind you, his hands on the curves of your hips, slowly riding up to your waist where they fit perfectly against you. His chin rested on your shoulder blade, every once in a while he, his lips would be placed on the soft exposed skin, pressing a kiss against it. A hum of contentment emitting from his throat as he felt you lean into his touch.

“God, you are beautiful,” he huskily whispers into your ear, placing another kiss behind your ear. You let out of a delighted giggle, turning around in Harry’s grip and letting your hands slide up his arms to rest on his biceps.

“What else do you like about me?” You ask jokingly, but deep down you knew you wanted to hear his exact answer. You wanted to know exactly what he thought of you and you were hoping he gave you just that.

“Jus’ your body,” Harry winks and you let out a scoff of disbelief as you tear yourself away from his grip. “’M only kidding, love.”

His hands find their way being wrapped around your frame again, pulling you into his warm embrace.

“I find everything about you lovely,” he admits with a sheepish smile. “The way you light up my day with jus’ a smile, the way you fit in my arms perfectly, the way you don’t let people bother you with their horrible opinions about you, the conversations you have with me that I can’t have with anyone else. Everything.”

“Harry,” you smile up at him, silently hoping he wouldn’t see few tears glistening in your eyes but he did.

“Don’t let anyone or anything ever change you,” Harry whispers, placing his hand on the back of your neck to place a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “By the way, I got you something.”

“What?” You ask curiously as Harry pulls away from you and disappears from the room, appearing moments later with a medium-sized gift box topped with a blue bow.

You looked down at the box and then back at Harry, his eyes urging you to just hurry up and tear that bow off. You pinched the end of the ribbon and slowly pulled it off the box, letting it fall at your feet. After lifting the top lid and placing it on the desk beside you, you came face to face with a shimmery red fabric.

A gasp left your mouth as you pulled out the item of clothing, it’s size doubling in length as it unfolded into a beautiful floor length gown that screamed red carpet.

“Harry, it’s beautiful,” you say in awe, holding up the dress against the light to cast sparkles around the room.

“I knew you’d like it,” he says with a smile as he admires the dress. “Go on, try it on.”

You quickly leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Harry’s lips before running into your closet to change into the gown, excitement running through your veins as you thought about how good it would compliment your full figure.

The dress fits like a glove, sliding up your body with ease as if it were made for you. You did a few spins in front of your mirror, checking for any faults before you presented yourself to a patient Harry waiting in the bedroom.

As you stepped out and his eyes landed on you, you could’ve sworn they would bulge out of his sockets as he stared at you with such an adoration in his eyes.

“You like it?” You ask, doing a little one-eighty spin in front of him.

“I love it,” he responds, his eyes continuously looking at the dress and then back into your eyes. “Honestly, I think I’m going to have to contact some modeling agencies. You have to share your beauty with the world.”

“You’re exaggerating,” you throw your head back in laughter and Harry grabs ahold of your hand.

“I’m being honest,” Harry protests, his lips now caught between his teeth. “You should really consider modeling, I think you’d be a natural.”

“Maybe I will,” you smile, leaning into Harry’s opens arms.

arrenemris  asked:

oh and 73! honestly it gives some Kol vibes lmao

73: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

I feel like my writing is getting worse…fuck xD Probably because it’s 5 am! But hey there’s Kol yay! On FF 

Also, If you want me to do one!

Surprise, Surprise!

Caroline stepped out of the hot shower, covering herself with her cute pink towel she exited the bathroom. “AHHHHHHH! KOL! What the hell?”

“What is it darling?” Kol asked stretching his arms.

“Uhm…is there a - good - reason you’re naked in my bed?!” Caroline insisted.

“There is a reason, whether it’s good or not…is unclear…”

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Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“Mr. And Mrs. Zeppelin, correct?”

“Yes, I’m Dean, and this is my wife Y/N”

Both you and Dean shook the woman’s hand. You had been forced to pretend to be Dean’s wife for a case.

A string of houses in this particular neighborhood had been haunted by some sort so paranormal activity, so you and Dean were pretending to rent a house.

“As you can see the flooring is brand new, along with the roof. Plus the walls are soundproof” she whispered winking.

Both of you looked at each other laughing.

“Well it is a lovely home, isn’t it dear?” You asked Dean putting

“Why yes… pudding pop”

You tried to hold back your smile, but you had to admit it was a dream come true to be Dean’s wife, well fake wife.

“Well I’ll leave you two alone to think it over”

The woman walked out of the room and shut the door

“Pudding pop?” You burst out laughing.

“Hey! It’s the only thing I could think of!” Now you were both laughing.

“I think we should be fake married all the time” Dean laughed

You knew he was joking, but you wished he wasn’t.

“Me too” you laughed still wishing you could be.

Cuddles

Originally posted by bellasmith45

Relationship: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1,625

Tags: Fluff and comfort

Based off my own prompt (wow original); BED SHARING AUS

Hope you enjoy :)

Jumping in her chair, she drew a shaky breath as she took in her surroundings. She was sitting at a desk, her research paper sporting a stain as she must have drooled on it. Sighing, she realized she had fallen asleep. Her heart was still thumping from her nightmare and her room felt a lot colder than it usually was. Groaning at the pain in her neck, she stood up and threw on the sweater that was flung across her chair. Walking out of her room, she planned to get a nice cup of tea to soothe her soul.

“Hey.” A sudden voice made her gasp and groan as her heart picked up speed again. Bucky was leaning against a counter in the kitchen and gave her an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” He mumbled. The moonlight seemed to give him an eerily glow and her stomach threw a fit at the softness in his eyes as he looked at her.

“It’s fine.” She sighed with a smile as she made her way past him towards the cabinets. Opening up one, she turned to see his brows furrowed as he took in the dark circles under her eyes. “What?”

He hesitated before speaking, choosing his words carefully. “You look…tired.” He seemed to already regret his words and she knew why. Her…how to put this, her ‘sleeping pattern’ was a common knowledge between the rest of the Avengers. At first, it was a secret she only shared with Steve. But eventually, Steve had to go on missions and she became dangerously sleep deprived. So, she told Natasha, who surprised her greatly by agreeing to help. But then Natasha went on missions with Steve, so she went to Thor for help. Tony made remarks at first, but then started seeking her out to cuddle. She knew he struggled with nightmares too and was happy to be helping him as well. Eventually, everyone on the team knew, but they still treated her normally and for that she was thankful.

She wasn’t always like this. When she was younger she could sleep just fine by herself. Then…the nightmares began. You’d think having a superpower would improve your life, but it was not so in her case. She had to experience the horrors of other people around the world every time she fell asleep. It was exhausting and most times she would avoid sleeping until she couldn´t anymore.

But, the one good thing she had discovered is that having a cuddle buddy drew out the real-life dreams. Somehow, instead of latching onto someone else in the world, she latched onto the mind of her cuddle buddy as they slept. Finally she was able to dream, even if it was someone else’s dream.

“I’m always tired, aren’t I?” she tried to joke, shrugging her shoulders. Bucky didn’t laugh though, his brows furrowing in concern.

“Have you slept at all this week?” He asked carefully.

This week had been hell, as somehow all the Avengers, except Bucky, hadn’t been at home. Bucky was one of the few teammates she had never cuddled with, both because they didn’t know each other that well and he was way too closed off for that stuff, so she assumed. Not that she was complaining, she’d deny it if ever asked, but she may have a tiny crush on the blue eyed soldier, and may not be able to handle casual cuddling with him.

“Yeah, of course, I just woke up.” She was still trying to sound light to not worry him, but she knew she looked and sounded just as exhausted as she felt.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, seemingly trying to decide something. Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. “Do you, um…would you like me to cuddle you?” he finished, scratching his neck and hesitantly looking her in the eye.

Crap. There goes her heart, beating fast. She was taken by surprise; it didn’t hurt as much as it did after the nightmares. It was…slightly nice. She was suddenly aware of her gaping face and red cheeks and quickly cleared her throat.

“I mean, if you want to.” Wait, no, those were not the words she intended to say. She tried to blame her tired mind and ignored the small thought that suggested it could be because she wanted this more than she realized.

“You need it, of course I want to…I mean I’m willing to help you.” Of all the time she had known the man, she had never heard him ramble like that. Not that he spoke often enough for it to happen, but still. He was avoiding her eyes now and she had to take a deep breath before speaking.

“Okay…um, follow me.” What was she doing? Follow me? She grabbed his hand and hoped he didn’t feel her shakiness as she led him away from her forgotten tea and towards her bedroom.

They didn’t speak as she closed the door after them and stood there with him in awkward silence. Taking a deep breath and silencing her mind, she crawled under the covers and shuffled to give him space. He seemed unsure of what he was doing, but still didn’t hesitate as slid in next to her. They lay awkwardly beside each other for a moment, debating to themselves how to play this. Eventually she convinced herself this was just like with everyone else and snuggled close to him, draping an arm over his stomach and placing her head under his arm.

After a few moments of even more awkward stiffness, he relaxed slightly and settled his mechanic arm on her waist, before quickly drawing it back. Confused, she looked up to see the slight…fear…on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked frowning. Did she do something wrong?

“I…just didn’t realize it was that…one.” Puzzled, she followed his gaze to his metallic arm lying beside her. She looked back at him as she realized why he was afraid.

“Oh Bucky, I don’t care, I really don’t.” she gave him a reassuring smile and grabbed the hand beside her and laid it back on her waist. He went rigid as confusion spread on his face, his eyes raking between her and his hand.

“But…” he trailed off.

“Bucky, seriously, it doesn’t scare me, I trust you.” Her own hand gripped his and she trailed her thumb over the sleek metal. “I actually think it’s pretty cool.” Her smiled widened nervously as he looked to have difficulty believing her. “Bucky, when have I ever been afraid of it?”

She was surprised he was even concerned about this, though she couldn’t blame him. His dark past is directly connected with the mechanic arm from Hydra. But the fact is, she was the only one, besides Steve, that didn’t have an issue with trusting him since he joined the team, and didn’t shy away or narrow her eyes at the super arm attached to the super solider. She didn’t like to judge people without knowing them in and out, which has caused her trouble before, but she still held strong to the belief that there’s always more to people than meets the eye.

He seemed to realize this but still didn’t relax beneath her. He kept staring into her eyes, trying to find something that indicated she was lying but coming up empty.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” He whispered, almost as if he didn’t want her to hear him. She gave a small sigh with a fond smile on her face as she sat up slightly to be more level with him.

“Why are you concerned about my well being enough to cuddle with me?” he seemed taken aback and she wasn’t sure through the dark, but she thought she saw him blushing. “Because you care, because in spite of what others think, you are a good person, Bucky. Believe me, I’ve seen enough bad people to know you’re not one of them. You care about me, just like I care about you.” She answered her own question, trying to sound as sincere as possible. His lips parted in shock and he stared at her at loss at words. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she brushed a lock of his hair away from his face. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but the expression his face drew her in and she gave him a small peck on his lips. Drawing back, she felt the rain of realization wash over her. Feeling her heart hammering again, she cleared her throat and looked at everything but him, screaming at herself in her head. Just as she was about to run out of the room, she felt his lips on hers again, and it took a moment for her to understand what was happening. His fingers brushed across her cheek as they slowly started to move their lips against each other. There it was again, that nice, fast beating of her heart and Bucky’s body finally relaxed completely. They tried to make the bliss last as long as they could, but eventually they separated to breathe. A beautiful smile crept its way up his face and she felt her heart skip.

“I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled, and as she opened her mouth to object, he quickly spoke again. “And you’re right, I am concerned about your well being, which is why you should go to sleep now.” He gently pushed her back down and tightened his grip on her. She let her body melt against his, feeling his cool metal fingers brushing up and down her arm, slowly lulling her to sleep. Before she passed out, she let out a content whisper.

“You deserve so much more than you think.”

anonymous asked:

hi! could you do a harry imagine where he comes backstage after the gig with stevie and hes all happy but he starts crying (in a cool way) because he loves her sm and you comfort him, thank you!💖💖

Hi! So in honor of Stevie’s birthday, I just had to write and post this one. I hope you like it :) x.


Leather and Lace

I’d been trying to hold it together for the last twenty minutes. The show was over, the crowd for the most part was dispersing and leaving the Troubadour, with a few clusters of fans here and there chatting. The music was still ringing in my ears, the feedback from the guitar now long gone yet still managing to vibrate and shake throughout my body. I stood frozen in my spot on the balcony where I’d sat next to James to watch Harry. The stage was now empty, the spotlights now making it seem more like a distant memory, or a time capsule from a completely different era - one that I’d seen in old magazines from decades ago.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just witnessed. Harry had just sung with Stevie Nicks. Stevie fucking Nicks! To say I was a fan of hers would be an understatement. Stevie was my idol. My queen. The reason I’d wanted to be a musician since I was twelve.

I hadn’t known she would be there. Harry hadn’t told me. Whether it was because he wanted it to be a surprise, or because he was afraid I would freak out and be nervous for him, therefore making him all the more nervous, I didn’t know. But maybe it was a little of both.

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Drabbles

right so, i want to write, but i don’t want to write a full scenario so i decided to compile a list of semi-smutty/slightly suggestive sentences/phrases and i’ll write a drabble that isn’t smut,,, but is suggestive, ya feel? anyways, pick a number and a member and i’ll write a short lil’ suggestive drabble for you. : ) also these were compiled from multiple sources so thanks for your creative minds.. i’ll probably end up adding some more eventually, but this is it for now.

  1. “Do you ever think that we should just stop doing this?”
  2. “H-how long have y-you been standing there?”
  3. “I had to see you again.”
  4. “I don’t need you. I’ll do it myself.”
  5. “I missed you.”
  6. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
  7. “Are you jealous?”
  8. “What are you afraid of?”
  9. “Do you trust me?”
  10. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
  11. “It’s not nearly as bad as it looks, Darling.”
  12. “Come over here and make me, then.”
  13. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
  14. “It’s not what it looks like.”
  15. “Can you reach it?”
  16. “But you keep using all the hot water!”
  17. “You have a problem, it’s only my job to help you fix it.”
  18. “Baby, I’m on the phone.”
  19. “Keep your voice down.”
  20. “You heard me. Take it off.”
  21. “That… Well I have no idea what that is or where it came from.”
  22. “Your hair’s all messed up. Let me fix it.”
  23. “I can’t sleep.”
  24. “Go then, leave! See if I care!”
  25. “Wanna bet?”
  26. “That’s… Not mine?”
  27. “I’m not going to change. You’ll have to deal with it.”
  28. “I’ll call in sick… again.”
  29. “Don’t you know how to knock?!”
  30. “Are you serious? Do you have to do this now?”

anonymous asked:

you know that one gif where zayn is sleeping in just a towel and liam gently tries to wake him up by caressing his cheek.. i always wondered what happened next.. (maybe zayn slowly blinking his open with a soft smile when he sees liam and pulling him on top of him to cuddle or more;)) only if u want to could you please write another canon drabble? yours are soooo good! (for inspiration: zayndrogynous*tumblr*com/post/157117474724)

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Liam’s not sure how long he’d been there. He thinks maybe just a couple of minutes but it was probably longer than that. He must be in creeper territory by now considering this should have only taken a minute at the most but he couldn’t help himself. He was caught completely off guard by the surge of emotions that took over his body and mind the minute he laid eyes on Zayn.

At first he couldn’t understand why. He’d done this a hundred times before. It was deemed his job ever since they all discovered that Liam was the only one able to rouse Zayn from his precious slumber without having their heads bitten off. Secretly, Liam loved it. He loved knowing that this was another thing that made his relationship with Zayn special, that he was the only one able to coax a smile and a laugh from a sleepy Zayn despite his well known love affair with sleep.

Liam approached him slowly and quietly until he stood over his best friend’s sleeping form and just admired him for a moment. It was amazing, really, how beautiful Zayn was. He’s always known this of course, but he looked different when he slept. There was an innocence about him that only manifested itself when he was asleep. He loved watching him like this, looking so vulnerable and peaceful. It dawned on Liam that he was one of the few people that had the privilege of seeing Zayn in this state. Gratitude joined the heady mix of emotions already wreaking havoc inside him.

He leaned over and placed his palm on Zayn’s cheek. His skin was warm to the touch and Liam gently rubbed his thumb across the soft skin. He stroked his cheek and allowed his eyes to roam over Zayn’s face taking in its perfect symmetry, the flawless skin, those insanely long eyelashes, the fullness of his bottom lip.

His mind started conjuring up memories from their time together. His favorites were of the two of them alone, either on the bus or in a hotel room somewhere, talking about anything and everything, snuggling together, watching movies, playing video games and arguing over who was the better player. They’ve cried on each other’s shoulders more times than they care to admit and have found strength in their bond. Liam wondered if Zayn knew what an important part of his life he had become. 

His fingers glided across Zayn’s lips lightly, not wanting to wake him just yet. He fought the overwhelming desire to lean down and kiss him. He wanted to kiss those pink lips until Zayn woke up and kissed him back.

He suddenly realized that this wasn’t the first time he felt that urge.

Liam clenched his eyes shut tight and sighed as it finally sunk in. He knew now. He finally understood why today felt different. He opened his eyes again and allowed his hand to skate down Zayn’s arm studying the numerous tattoos adorning it while he came to terms with the realization.

He couldn’t deny it any longer. Today was the day he admitted to himself what he’d known all along: He was in love with Zayn.

He loved Zayn in a way that was different from the way he loved the other boys or the way he loved his family and friends. Liam had Zayn’s friendship already but he wanted so much more. He wanted his heart, his respect, his admiration, his time and yes, his body. He wanted to hold his hand whenever he wanted, share a home with him and celebrate anniversaries and all that sappy stuff. He wanted to come first for Zayn the way Zayn came first in all things for Liam. 

He wanted everything with Zayn. 

Liam’s eyes traveled back up towards his face and he froze. Zayn was awake and was looking right at him. Liam pulled his hand away instantly, dropping the water bottle he held in his other hand in his haste. He felt his face burn with embarrassment after being caught red-handed. He probably had a dopey smile on his face the entire time he had been daydreaming about happily ever afters with Zayn. He was mortified.

“I uh - sorry, um,” Liam stammered, completely tongue-tied and unable to come up with a good excuse for his behavior. He considered just running out of the room without any explanation and took a step back, about to do just that.

Zayn’s hand reached out and grabbed Liam’s before he could make his escape.

“It’s okay, Li,” Zayn said to him, no anger or judgment visible in his face. Just that same fond smile that Liam had seen time and time again. Zayn tugged his arm down forcing Liam to sink to his knees beside him. Zayn reached his other hand up and cupped the back of Liam’s neck in that all-too familiar way and pulled him closer.

Liam’s breath hitched when Zayn brought their foreheads together. Liam’s heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest it was beating so fast.

“I love you, too” Zayn whispered softly, his eyes shining and full of hope. Liam exhaled and smiled, his body sagging with relief after hearing Zayn’s confession.

“Uh, are you - really?” Liam asked. He needed to make sure he wasn’t still dreaming all of this.

Zayn didn’t answer but his smile grew bigger as he pulled Liam in the rest of the way and proceeded to kiss him. He kissed him long, slow and deep. It was better than anything Liam had imagined.