stop sipping

Sakura:( runs towards sasuke excitedly) Sasuke-kun!!! Look I found my old summer gear in the Attic!!!
Sasuke:( stops sipping his coffee to look up)I thought you said that you were gonna clean the attic not play dress-( spits coffee)
Sakura: ( worried) Anata what’s wrong???
Sasuke:( starts violently coughing)
Sakura: ( bends to his level) breath slowly would you. You should have swallowed properly before talking!!!
Sasuke:( notices how her top exposes huge amount of cleveage) yznyenzurnsyenja!!!
Sakura:( still clueless)What did you say?? Why is your face so red???
Sarada: Mama you really are bad at reading the situation. Your gonna give papa a heart attack!!
Sakura: Huh??

Sasuke: (still red)


Artist:@wakkatootti Permission ✔
  • DC: So yeah, Wonder Woman is getting a trilogy of movies and a prominent role in the Justice League movies, Suicide Squad has four leading ladies, 2 of whom are woc, and now we're doing a Harley movie that will feature other DC ladies as well(Batgirl and the BoP being possible contenders). Also Lois Lane is the key.
  • Marvel: CAPTAIN MARVEL IS COMING. EVENTUALLY.
The Nanny Part 3

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient. This part is pretty much getting to know Bucky a bit more and see into how they are going to work together. Shout out to @whothehellisbella for some helps

Warnings: none

Word count: 1572 words

Part 1 Part 2


Laughing Bucky shook his head before walking over to the two of you and taking Emily into his arms. “Of course she can.” He said, glancing over at you and threw you a subtle wink.

Smiling to yourself you look up to see the man, who you assumed was Clint and gave him a small wave.

He smiled back at you before looking at his phone and looked back at the three of you. “Well I would love to stay at chat but I gotta go to work. See you guys later.” He said giving you all a small wave before he ran out the door.

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Weak (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1726

Summary:  The reader and Bucky are best friends. Flirtatious best friends, but best friends nonetheless. But sometimes, Bucky can’t control his feelings, and neither can the reader.

A/N: OMGOMGOGMOGOMGOMG. Oh my god. Bucky. you already know. I hope you guys enjoy this! as always, i had so much fun writing it but it was super amplified because BUCKY!!


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» the boy at the boardwalk

vernon x reader

gif; mine

word count: 2,280

includes: skaterboarding!vernon who gets distracted by a cutie on the boardwalk + injuries that need tending to + fluffity fluff

✎ feel like i haven’t posted a scenario in forever :(( so have some fluffy vernita!! i’m working on a woozi x wonu x reader fic tht i’m rlly hyped 2 get out so i hope this sates you in the meantime!


Hansol liked to skateboard to work every morning. He took the same route each day, starting from the smooth tile outside his apartment and ending at the glass doors belonging to the town’s diner. He never had an answer as to why his skateboard came with him everywhere. Pictures taken from last year’s Halloween party presented Hansol lousily wrapped in toilet paper, his costume being the ever so original mummy that at least six other people at the party had certainly not been wearing. Hansol liked to claim his costume came out different. He was a skateboarding mummy.

On his best friend’s birthday he had one arm resting thoughtfully around his shoulders, tiny splotches of buttercream frosting across their noses and hardly sticking to their foreheads. Hansol’s skateboard must have also been treated as an equal member to the night for along the black surface were more frosting smears, the board held tightly in Hansol’s other hand. Even when his younger sister fell from the monkey bars and sprained her wrist, pictures taken of her recovery in the hospital room had snippets of Hansol smiling, skateboard sitting in his lap.

Seeing Hansol without his skateboard was like seeing butterflies without wings. A peculiar sight indeed if someone ever managed to glean across it. In fact, something Hansol liked to glean across more than his skateboard, was you.

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Disposable pt14

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 


“How’s he feeling?” Jungkook asked, watching as you buttered toast to bring to Yoongi.

“How do you think he’s feeling?” You scoffed. Jungkook had been the one to hear you trying to half-carry Yoongi inside the previous night, and had helped without saying a word.

“Was he drinking because of all of us? We uh… Kind of backed him into a corner in the car…” Jungkook rubbed his neck, giving you an apologetic smile.

You sighed. Truth be told, while you were fairly sure whatever Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin had done to Yoongi in the car contributed, you didn’t think that was the main reason—it was more likely your fault. “I don’t know, Jungkook…” You said, turning to face him. “You could be nicer to him, though.”

Jungkook grimaced. “I know, Namjoon keeps telling me the same thing… I just get worried, you know? I don’t want you to get hurt because of some idiot who doesn’t treat you right.”

“I know.” You said, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“But I’ve decided something. I think I misjudged Yoongi.” This came as a complete surprise to you. After all the death glares and accusatory questions, the last thing you thought Yoongi getting drunk would do was make Jungkook reconsider.

“Oh?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah. See, I’ve known him since college, and I guess I just… Assumed he was the same as he was back then when it came to dating.” Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe you changed him. Or maybe he changed, and then you started dating him. Either way, he’s different.”

“What do you mean?” You asked off-handedly. You didn’t want to sound like you didn’t know anything about what Yoongi was like in college, but you couldn’t help but ask.

“Oh, you know… After that girl broke his heart, he just kind of…” Jungkook shrugged. “I never heard exactly what happened, you probably know more about all that mess than I do, but it was like he just… Stopped trying?” Jungkook sipped his coffee.

“Stopped trying…how?” You were in dangerous territory—Jungkook had accepted Yoongi, you didn’t need to put doubts back in his head—but you were so curious.

“He just…Shut himself off from the world. You should really talk to Yoongi about that though, I don’t like to gossip.”

You shook your head. “It isn’t gossip! I didn’t realize you two were so close.”

“We weren’t.” He said. “Not in college, I mean. Namjoon introduced us, he wanted us to be friends for some reason. I’m surprised Yoongi never mentioned anything about it. Then again, no one wants to relive painful memories, right?”

“Right. He doesn’t like talking about it, so…” You said, distracted by your own thoughts. “Jungkook? Do you remember what you heard happened between him and the girl?” It wasn’t your business, you knew, and you almost hoped Jungkook would say he couldn’t recall.

“I didn’t know him very well at the time.” Jungkook said, shifting slightly. “So I never heard from him. Just… what other people said.”

“And?” You pressed.

“And people said that he bought a ring to propose. Then walked in on her cheating.” Jungkook said it quietly, as though he was afraid Yoongi would hear. “And I don’t like spreading rumors, so you should really ask him.”

You nodded again, picking up the plate with toast on it and putting it on a tray along with coffee and some Tylenol. It was no wonder Yoongi pushed people away, going through that would be horrible—not that it excused the way he treated you when you were friends with benefits, but you could see how an experience like that might change someone.

Before you left the room, however, Jungkook caught your attention.

“Is…Is everything alight with you two?” He asked. There was no venom in his voice, however, just a genuine concern. “I know it’s not really my business, but…”

“Everything’s fine.” You assured him with a smile. “We’re fine.”


When Yoongi’s head finally stopped hurting enough for him to venture out of the bedroom, the yard looked nothing like it had the previous day. Large tents, big enough for at least five tables each had been placed around, with fairy lights strung all around. The sun was still a little too bright, so Yoongi turned to go back inside after finding where all the noise was coming from and not seeing you anywhere.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Seokjin asked from where he leaned against the side of the house, watching the workers. “Namjoon spends a stupid amount of money on these things, but they sure are pretty.” He flashed Yoongi a smile.

“Yeah, I guess.” Yoongi agreed. He had been looking for you (to find out what was going on, not because he wanted to be near you for some inexplicable reason) and in all honesty wanted to continue his search.

“Are you feeling better?” Seokjin asked, and Yoongi realized he had no idea how much you told them—or even if they had seen him the previous night. You brought him breakfast-in-bed and then disappeared, saying something about needing to help get ready for Namjoons party. “I know Jungkook said you were feeling quite ill this morning, do you think it was something you ate?”

“Just allergies, I think. I’m feeling much better, thanks.” Yoongi said, returning the smile. It was possible that you told Jungkook that he was sick, but the likelihood of Jungkook believing that seemed slim, so Yoongi didn’t know what to think.

“Good. That means you can help me decide where the DJ should set up.”


The day passed in a blur of yelling, decorations, and you trying to convince Namjoon that he wasn’t old, no matter how much you teased him about it. You saw Yoongi occasionally, being dragged around by either Soekjin or Jimin, but never for long enough to really talk to him. Jungkook told you that Jimin was doing it on purpose because he thought it was funny to watch Yoongi try to come up with excuses to be in the same room as you.

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please leave me alone
  • me: i'm in a different timezone than everyone i know right now so people not answering me wouldn't be weird
  • bpd: no they hate you
  • me: it's 3 am over there
  • bpd: they're ignoring you
  • me: they are literally asleep
  • bpd: i said they're ignoring you
  • me: but they aren't
  • bpd: but what if they are
  • bpd: it wouldn't be the first time would it
  • me: please stop
  • bpd, sipping a diet dr. pepper: no
A New Theory...
  • *me, sipping lemonade with friend*
  • Friend: ...Hey, Remember that look the pearls shared during The Trial? When they mentioned Pink Pearl?
  • Me: Of course, I analyzed that scene for reblogs. What about it?
  • Friend: So, like, you know how normal Pearl refuses to shapeshift?
  • Me: Uh huh.
  • Friend: And how she seems really shaken up about 'Pink Diamond' shattering?
  • Me: *sips lemonade thoughfully*
  • Friend: Ok, but, what if Pink Pearl <b>shapeshifted</b> into her master, Pink Diamond, and when Rose (or whoever shapeshifted into Rose) came along and stabbed PinkPearl/Diamond, Pearl was like 'oh sh!t. My lesbian earth goddess just shattered a pearl... And I am also a pearl...', And that's why she's so scared whenever Pink Diamond is brought up, cuz she watched her hubby shatter one of her gem cousins.
  • Me: *stops sipping straw, and slowly puts down glass*
  • Friend: ...
  • Friend: ... you goo-
  • Me: *Spittakes into moms herb garden*
EXO’s Reactions to Hearing Their Neighbors Having Sex

Xiumin:

You and Xiumin were sitting across from each other, talking casually about the latest nonsensical rumors, when you both heard grunting come from the other room. Xiumin’s eyebrows raised and looked at you, a mischievous and playful look on his face.  “That sounds like fun,” he’d say, causing you to blush.

Chen:

The two of you weren’t talking, just watching TV on your (unfortunately) separate beds, when a soft moaning found its way through the walls. Your face would become warm as you and Chen both looked towards the wall.  Chen, noticing your pink complexion, would tease you further by wiggling his eyebrows “seductively”.

Baekhyun:

Baekhyun would dramatically let out a yell of surprise as the distinct sound of hanky-panky seeped through the cracks of the wall. “Do you think we could spy on them through the door?” he’d joke, causing you to scold him playfully.

Chanyeol:

A bit shy, Chanyeol would ignore the wet sounds coming from the room next to you.  It wasn’t until you joked about how loud they were that he feigned surprise, acting like he hadn’t heard the noises despite them being as loud as the TV.

Lay:

Lay’s face would turn a bright red when he heard the sounds, and he immediately looked over at you to see if you heard them too.  When you started laughing, he laughed along as well, secretly relieved that it hadn’t made things awkward.

D.O:

D.O would be the first to start laughing as your conversation was interrupted by a loud groan.  “Are they really…?” he’d giggle, shaking his head and staring at the wall it was coming from in shock. 

Suho:

Suho would be trying to genuinely get to know you when The Sounds began.  Though you wouldn’t be able to suppress your laughter, Suho would be a little annoyed that sex noises had interrupted his attempts at flirting. 

Kai:

Kai and you had just gone out for drinks when you got back to the hotel room. It wasn’t until you had stopped talking to sip your drinks when you heard it: the unmistakable sound of sex. Your eyes would widen, and Kai would burst into laughter, tea almost coming out of his nose, at your comical expression.

Sehun:

The two of you would be sitting in comfortable silence, scrolling through Instagram, when a steady pounding rhythm began to shake your beds.  “Oh..my gosh. They’re doing it,” Sehun would say, his face forming a dramatically shocked expression.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do solangelo? And nico is a hockey player, who doesn't really listen and gets in fight all the time, or something of the sort. And then Will could be a medic for the games, who always has to deal with nicos injuries, or he could be a new assistant coach, trying to deal with nico never listening? It would be lovely if you could. P.s. I love your blog.

Yaaay! Solangelo!!! 

Here’s the hockey-themed fic! Thanks anon!~ So I don’t know much hockey terms so I’m sorry if I got a thing or two wrong about hockey gameplay :3

Hope you like it anyway!

“Benefits of Being a Medic”

Solangelo HockeyAU!

Summary: Will was sure he signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor. Still, listening to the complaints of his most frequent clinic visitor, star hockey-player Nico Di Angelo, was all worth it.

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Will was a hundred percent certain he’d signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor.

Another thing was he was supposed to be a medic for game-related injuries. He wasn’t really sure if getting hit with a hockey stick in the face right after a final match counted, but he was pretty sure it didn’t.

The medic listened, albeit a little half-heartedly, at the black haired and rather scrawny looking boy whose sprained wrist he was patching up.

Said boy, Nico Di Angelo, didn’t look to have the build or strength befitting that of a hockey player. But the seemingly sinewy limbs packed a lot more punch than expected. He was an exceptional player and a great benefit to the team—so much that even medics like Will knew that. And his extraordinary gameplay was probably the only thing keeping him from getting thrown off the team.

From all the gossip going around, Will gathered that Nico was rather anti-social and wouldn’t give a rat’s ass for any other teammate. Ever. His temper was a paper-thin floodgate trying to hold back an onslaught of rage at any given moment, and every other member made no show of trying to hide their displeasure for their teammate.

Will however, found him to be… different. He landed at the clinic often enough, Will even considered him to be a friend of sorts. His tendency to never listen and go his own way, as the coach put it, often landed him in trouble or injury—and this time was no exception.

“It’s that asshole’s fault, I’m telling you!” Nico huffed. He sat on the clinic table opposite Will, letting his wrist get wrapped in a bandage. “I was going to score that goal—I swear to you, I was!—but that jackass Valdez dove in at the wrong time. He wasn’t supposed to be in that position! Any other position and I would’ve scored but no, he had to be there!” Nico growled again, scratching at the pale skin surrounding the first strands of the bandage.

This had happened before. They would be playing a certain gameplay and Nico, never really caring to listen to debriefings, ended up going out of gameplay resorting in injury or losing a score. However, Will knew better than to point that out.

“So,” he started, wrapping another layer around the injury. “How exactly did you sprain your wrist?”

Nico glared darkly at said wrist. “Valdez deserved a hockey stick to the face. Just didn’t expect him to retaliate, though.” He let out a cold laugh, which quickly turned into something more humorous when Will smirked.

“I bet his face was bleeding all over.” The blond medic chuckled. His little quirk was rewarded with a sparkle in the other boy’s dark eyes.

“You tell me,” he said. “It was… Kayla, who patched him up, right?”

Will nodded. “Oh yeah. Man, you must’ve hit him hard enough to score a goal. I think he was even crying about his ‘beautiful nose being broken forever’.”

Nico cracked up again, and, for the millionth time since the hockey star’s first landing in Will’s clinic, the medic wondered how more people never got to know this side of him. Sure, he understood how Nico was unlikable at first, but a simple talk with him led to so much more.  

He could be funny, though his humor was mostly dark, but he had a pretty crappy family life to give it some validation. Even so, he often made jokes about a lot of things. He had an interest in an old board game, Mythomagic, which was not something one expected from an ‘emo-boy’ like him. Will found it to be cute. He also had a special love for McDonald’s happy meals.

Upon learning that, Will had bought a happy meal the very next day to give to the boy when he—sure enough—showed up to the clinic. He declined it at first, flustered and dumbfounded, but Will was persistent and they ended up sharing the happy meal together.

Ever since, Will would buy a happy meal for lunch and they’d share. On some occasions however, Nico would insist on buying when Will was perfectly fine with his self-taken duty. Their little argument went on for sometime until they’d decided to alternate on who’d buy lunch each week. This week was Will’s turn.  

“Looks like you’re good,” The medic declared, getting up from his stool. Nico followed suit.

Quickly shuffling through his bag, Will pulled out a happy meal and turned to present it to the other. “So how does lunch sound?” he asked, grinning ear-to-ear.

Nico rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”  He tested his wrist, cringing visibly as he put a little too much pressure. He stopped however, when Will gave him a warning glare.

Now, glaring at Nico DiAngelo was something that was bound to land one in a clinic themselves, with the exception of the case in which you’re Will Solace. For reasons unknown to many, Will could get away with a lot of social interaction with the ill-tempered hockey player without getting punched in the face.

Will liked to think he’d earned Nico’s trust and became a rather good friend. Although constantly having to deal with the injuries was a pain, all the talks and interaction would make Will’s time worth it. He was drawn to the boy for… some reason. Maybe it was because he was different? Or because he saw something in him that not many other people did?

According to Nico himself, during one serious talk they’d had—which left Will awake past two in the morning thinking about it afterward—the only other person he’d ever considered a close friend was his late sister Bianca. Everything was already hell in his home, and when she died things became worse.

Will had hoped that ‘only other person’ meant he was that other ‘close friend’. He decided never to push his luck that much though.

Getting to be something like Nico’s friend, although never officially declared, was good enough—for now at least.

So he listened to Nico’s annoyed complaints about the turn of the previous game as they made their way through the halls. Once out the front door, Will basked in the glory of warm afternoon sunlight. For a moment, Nico watched him playfully from the side, then called for him to sit on one of the front lawn’s benches.

They would sometimes eat in the stands too, but Will often found it too cold. He wouldn’t say anything, but was thankful when Nico suggested to dine outside instead.

Now, they chewed their burgers and fries in silence.

No, it wasn’t an awkward or tense silence. It was comfortable, really. Almost a hundred-and-eighty-degree spin on Nico’s earlier mood. He liked to keep quiet during the first few moments of their lunches, savoring the meal and maybe even the company.

It took a good five minutes before Nico spoke up.

“So, Will,” he started through a partially filled mouth. “You’re off-duty on Saturday, Right?”

“Mhm,” Will nodded, sipping his coke. The two went back to watching the cars move past them on the street for another minute or so, then Nico spoke up again.

“Do you want to, maybe, catch a movie or something?”

What.

Was he…?

Will stopped sipping his coke.

“Like… I think a new Avenger’s movie is coming up. I mean… you are into superhero movies, right? Or maybe… not into them, but like, you like them, right? Uh… I just thought maybe you’d wanna watch it together or something.”

Holy heck, he was.

“Um, l-like a date?” Oh wow. How smooth, Will.

He watched as Nico flushed. No chance of hiding anything with his pale skin.

“I mean, not exactly a date!” The boy hastily clarified. He looked back to the busy street as his blush only grew. Then a little more quietly, he added, “I mean… not if you don’t want it to be.”

Oh.

Maybe Will did have a chance after all.

Clothing choices and breath mints were already running through his mind before he even had a chance to say yes. It took him maybe a solid three minutes and a disappointed huff from Nico to snap out of his trance.  

“O-of course!” He stammered, blushing a bit himself. He honestly never expected to get that lucky. “It’s a date then! Friday. I’ll pick you up at your place…?”

Nico looked up, his blush now hiding behind an amused and slightly wild smile. “Woah, hold on there, cowboy. You don’t even know where I live. Tell you what, I’ll meet you at the movie house at two o’clock, ‘kay?”

The two then shared a laugh, more from relief than anything, as they finished the last of their happy meal. Things settled back into a comfortable silence. Will was definitely looking forward to Saturday.

“You know,” he said, after a moment. “It’s not an Avenger’s movie. Civil War is a Captain America movie.”

Nico gave him a quizzical look, his blush not fully settling just yet. Will found it cute. “But… they were all in the trailer, right? I mean, Iron Man and Black Widow and a bunch of others were there…

“Yeah, but it isn’t an Avenger’s movie. I was pretty confused too.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll still watch it, right?” It was probably that little hitch of doubt in Nico’s voice that sent Will into a mild panic attack.

“Of course! It’s settled, I promise.”

And it was probably that little smile he flashed back that made Will feel that, even though he didn’t sign up to be Nico’s guidance counselor over gaming frustration, it was all pretty damn worth it.

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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 24

Baz

Curses are an interesting breed of magic.  They require a certain level of creativity.  Like a charm, curses are often made of the mage’s own words rather than the scripted lines of a spell.  The tricky thing about curses, though, is the choice of words.  Curses thrive on poetry.  They have a flair for the dramatic, eloquent lines of verse instead of magic thrown haphazardly into a few words.  

           Curses are showy and elegant, which is why they are so well-fitted to villains.

           This morning I’m out the door before Snow has even begun to stir, my wand tucked into my pocket.  The passages are cold with the morning frost, and birdsong echoes off the stone of the walls.

           I spent all of last evening crafting this curse, after I’d dumped the rest of my tea out the window.  Salt.  He’d turned the sugar into salt, and I hadn’t even had the sense to stop after the first sip. I just had to keep drinking, even before I was sure he had done anything to it.  Pride and spite are just two sides of the same coin.

           I’m the first one in the dining hall, which is exactly what I’d hoped for.  The tables are set, the chairs are tucked in, and the mouth-watering aroma of pastry wafts from behind the closed kitchen doors.  Immediately my eyes are drawn to a particular seat towards the right of the hall.  It’s the first place I look every time I enter, and from that moment on it’s the place I avoid looking at for the rest of the meal.

           As I make my way over to Snow’s seat, I find myself stepping lightly and my heart starting to pick up, like I think I might get caught.  The involuntary adrenaline of the oncoming curse increases as I reach the spot. What luck that Snow hasn’t sat anywhere else since our first year.

           Pulling my wand from my pocket, I cast a quick look around the room to make sure no one has snuck up on me, and take a breath that reaches deep within my belly, igniting that familiar spark of magic.  I lower the wand to tap Snow’s plate.

“Tick tock, hard as rock,

Stone and glass and marble block,

Soft and fluffy cherry scone

To his teeth be hard as bone,

Any food to touch this face,

Toughness of cement encase,

And when hands do wash this plate,

Return then to your former state.”

           I don’t see any obvious change in the plate I’m cursing, but I know it will work.  The spark has fanned into a flame, dancing through the wand and sinking into the glass.

           It takes a few seconds longer for my magic to burn out and my heart rate to slow back down, but as soon as I feel it soften I turn and leave the dining hall.

*** 

When I return later, I do the same thing as I always do.  I glance at Snow’s seat to find it empty still, and then make my way to my own table on the far side of the room.  Dev and Niall are already there, and they both give me a silent nod as I slide into my seat.  I can’t help but look back at Snow’s table, my eyes darting from the door to where Bunce is already waiting and back again.

           “Everything alright?” Dev catches me scanning the crowd of students.  “You look jumpy.”

           “Didn’t get much sleep,” I tell him, and he shrugs like he doesn’t particularly care if I’m telling the truth or not.

           When Snow appears in the doorway, I automatically drop my gaze back down to my empty plate.  I don’t see him sit down at his spot, exchange pleasantries with Bunce, jump back up to retrieve the famed sour cherry scones from the front of the hall, and yet I still manage to see all of it.  It’s in my periphery, it’s constantly on the edge of my awareness, biting through the shell I keep trying to put up around myself.

           I can’t help but watch when he brings the first scone to his mouth.

           The effect is visibly immediate.  His eyes widen and his free hand flies to his mouth. Bunce looks concerned, and Snow is staring at the scone in betrayal.  Tentatively he goes in for another, much smaller bite.  Once again he is the picture of dismay.

           My tea for your scones, I think.  Fair.

           But he looks so miserable that it almost takes some of the fun out of it.

           I see Bunce drop one of her own scones onto his plate, and I can’t help snickering at her mistake when he can’t bite into that one, either.

           I remember to look anywhere else just as Snow casts a withering glare in my direction.

           We’re even, don’t you dare try to pull anything.

           But if we don’t settle it officially, he will do just that.

           I push my chair back from the table and stand, mumbling an excuse of “not hungry” before stalking to the doors.  I feel Snow’s eyes on me the whole way.

           When he catches up with me, I’m leaning casually against the stone wall just out of sight of the dining hall, my arms crossed, a bored expression smoothed onto my face.  Snow marches up to me, red-cheeked and scowling.

           “What the fuck did you do, Baz?” he growls, his tone accusatory.

           “Magic, Snow,” I tell him, not wasting time pretending it wasn’t me.  “It’s what we came to Watford to learn, did no one ever tell you?”

           “You spelled my food?” he says like it’s the worst offense in the world.

           “Cursed, actually, and it’s the plate, not the scones themselves.  That’s why Bunce couldn’t help you.”

           He backs off an inch or two, crossing his arms over his chest in a mimic of my own posture.  “So that’s how you want to play?”

           “Don’t peg this on me, Snow,” I raise an eyebrow at him, “you’re the one who had to start something.”

           “But you responded,” he retorts, a lock of bronze falling into his eyes, “and you made it personal.”

           “Because what could be more personal than scones?”

           “I’m not kidding, Baz.”  He takes a confrontational step closer and I’m glad no one is around to see my shoulders stiffen.  “This isn’t over.”

           Of course it’s not.  Because he’s Simon Snow and I’m Baz Pitch, and we’re enemies.  It can never just be “over” for us.

           So I lean as close as I dare, holding his blazing gaze in my own.  “Fine,” I murmur, “have it your way.”

           “It’s on.”

           “Your move.”

William Nylander #4

Requested by Anon:  Nylander anon, promise this is my last message:) Could the prompt be William teaching the reader the basics of hockey? And i don’t mind waiting, take your time!

*Here it is!! I hope you like this one. And I put them on the stands than pn the ice because I think it’s nice to showcase a hockey player as a hockey fan too. Enjoy! :)*

Word count: 992

Originally posted by buracap

You stopped yourself from falling backwards and looked at Willy, who was obviously having fun at your confusion, “please stop yapping,” you groaned, massaging your head for more dramatic effect, “I can’t take any more information.”

He chuckled, “imagine actually having to play the game and know all the rules and stuff,” he answered with a smile.

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Hideaway.

Harry going to Jamaica to record his album was the inspiration to this…

Hope you enjoy it! :)


Nothing. 

That was everything in Harry’s mind as he stared at the white ceiling above him. It’s colour made a great representation of what had been going on in his head for the past month. 

The filming for the movie had ended and with that all the distractions that kept him from starting writing for his first solo album, something he had been eagerly looking forward since the beginning of the hiatus. The first days of his actual break he attempted to begin but didn’t find the correct words to express all his inner feelings in the shape of poetic lyrics. He didn’t give it much thought though, he had you, you were his inspiration. Besides, making the most of those days with you was another of his priorities. Sure then the process would go smoothly.

The problem was it didn’t turn out like that. 

Preoccupation invaded him when a whole month full of days passed by, and his notebook was still full of nothing. His goofy and playful usual self hid under a thoughtful and distant shell. He didn’t want you to notice his concern and feel bad, but he couldn’t help it, it had never happened to him. 

He had so much to say but no words to help him. 

You pretended to be still asleep beside him. Believing he was the only one awake in the room, he took the opportunity to let out a long hopeless sigh, muttering “Ugh Love, what the hell is happening to me?” as he rubbed his eyes. You threw an arm and leg over his body and caught him in a tight embrace, hoping that would ease him. “Morning handsome. What brought you to be up so early?” He captured your lips with his, leaving the answer for later. You had that one thing that made him forget all his problems, that made him believe everything was going to be alright at the end of the day, and he needed that more than ever. “Wow” he left one last peck before pulling away “Yeah, wow.” Like a kid he nuzzled your neck, finding in you a bright lighthouse in the sea he was lost in.

 [***]

“Hazz, baby, don’t you think you have something to tell me?” He stopped sipping the coffee he was having, a frown settled on his face “Don’t take me the wrong way, I’m not accusing you of anything” You stroked his hand gently from the other side of the table. You wanted to help him and let him know you truly cared about him. “The thing is lately I’ve noticed you a bit distant, maybe sad?” You made a pause, waiting for him to say something. The innocent movement of his ringed fingers playing with his bottom lip gave him away “Uhm well, to be honest I haven’t been feeling okay lately” You got up from your seat just to sit again in his lap, leaning to rest on his shoulder. He grabbed one of your hands and played with you fingers, debating whether to tell you or not. “Do you think I’ll make it as a solo artist?” The room was left in silence after his question. You knew he was going through a tough moment in terms of his career, but you had never imagined he was considering whether or not giving his first step as a solo artist. “Of course honey, you’ll amount to everything you set your goals on. You’re a great songwriter, you sound really well and that charm of yours will win everyone’s hearts, for sure” “Love, you don’t know what you’re saying” “How can I not know? I’ve heard what you’ve written with the boys, and it’s amazing, you’ll be able to do that on your own” He huffed, it was making harder for him to tell you “That’s the problem. Ever since we went on a break I haven’t written anything by myself. I’ve been this whole month struggling to write a verse, one freaking verse! How am I supposed to build a solo career if I can’t even write anymore?” He felt a certain relief after telling you the truth, although he didn’t want you to feel sorry for him. The involuntary pout his lower lip made made you want to do anything to relief his pain “Harry, why didn’t you tell me before? You’re absolutely wrong honey” “I used to tell myself that, but c’mon, it took me a whole month to write one verse, I think i’m everything but wrong” You cupped his face, obliging him to remove his gaze from your intertwined hands “Listen, don’t you think there are some factors that affect on your writing process?” “Like…?” “You’ve been working nonstop for five years, touring, writing and being interviewed. At the beginning of the break you started filming a movie, and now that you can actually rest paparazzi do nothing but follow you everywhere you go. Think about all that, it’s completely understandable that you’re going through a period like this” Your words made him stop to think. It was true the last years had been hectic and so much creativity and production from him had to stop sometime. It was at that moment that he thanked the world it had brought him a girl like you. “Maybe you’re right” “I’m always right” she answered playfully “You need a change of scene, somewhere where you can forget of all the stress and be creative. Like a hideaway” As her speech increased his optimism did as well. It was a good idea. To leave somewhere different from London and LA maybe was what he had been looking for. “That sounds genuinely good, but where?” “Jamaica?” A wide smile made its home in his face, excitement filling his system “Well, I guess we’re leaving then” “I didn’t plan to go, this is for you to disconnect and relax” He kissed you in the sweetest way possible, breathing into your mouth

“Honey, there’s no use in me moving away to write if I don’t carry with me my inspiration”