the fact that in three of these pictures he's looking right into the camera is such a turn on

nude wars | pt.1 (m)

pairings: yoongi x reader x jungkook

genre: smut, touches of fluff / frat!yoonkook

word count: 4,458

description: Okay sure, maybe having a threesome with two best friends from the same frat wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done. But hey, when the result was them vying for your attention in the form of scandalous snaps, breathy audio messages, and unspeakable texts, well then the decision definitely wasn’t that bad.

— Or alternatively, your phone getting caught in the middle of Yoongi and Jungkook constantly trying to one-up each other in a war of sexting (and just maybe romantics).

Nine texts, four missed calls, several snaps, one voice mail — who the fuck leaves voicemails?

The notifications flashed across the home screen of your phone after your blurry and sleep-deprived eyes managed to locate the button to stop your shrieking alarm that was set for six-thirty in the goddamn morning. The early wake-up time due to the fact that it was your turn to trudge through the morning shift at the café you worked at — now that was what you called a simple cause and effect. You have the morning shift, so you set your alarm earlier than usual. It was simple, however as your thumb rested against the screen of your phone, the previously mentioned notifications continuing to stare back at you with urging enticement, you once again wondered how this particular cause and effect had come to fruition.

Your teeth caught hold of your bottom lip, bearing down on the tender flesh as your heart began to rapidly beat against your chest. Ragged sighs invaded your lungs as you pressed your thumb against the home button of the device. It unlocked, revealing what you of course already knew would be there. The small red dots that indicated how many missed alerts you had received throughout the night. It was with a deep breath that you pressed down on the first icon to rid yourself of the notification that held the least weight.

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Everything starts with a single Instagram post.

A couple lounging together on a hotel bed, their faces out of frame. Two pairs of sweatpants-clad legs tangled together - feet bruised and battered, the focal point of the image.

v-nikiforov: When you and bae have matching feet 💖💖💖 #movienight  #cuddles #figureskaters #FukuokaGPF

The internet explodes.

At 25, Viktor Nikiforov is already a notorious commitment-phobe.

Though his list of casual hookups and one-night stands is a mile long, the man has yet to have a serious romantic relationship.

(One that has been made known to the public, at least. There is, of course, no shortage of “anonymous sources” claiming to have visited him at his house in the countryside where he supposedly lives during the off-season with his secret wife and three kids.)

Not even two hours after the picture is first posted, his fans have already compiled a list of who this mysterious significant other could be, using the only thing they know (probably) for sure about them - that they’re a figure skater.

Christophe Giacometti, for some odd reason, is pretty high up on the list, despite the fact that he’s been in a committed relationship for the past two years now. Cao Bin is another notable name, along with TWO of Viktor’s own rinkmates, Georgi Popovich (something which he’s sure is going earn the two of them a good amount of light-hearted teasing from their rinkmates), and a girl named Evgenia that Viktor has known since they were 5, and whom he regards as nothing more than a good friend.

And somewhere near the middle of the list is Viktor’s longtime bitter rival, Katsuki Yuuri.

It’s something of a mystery that he had even made it onto the list, given that the vast majority of the world seems to be of the opinion that the two hate each other. But fans as a whole tend to have a strange fascination with enemies to lovers stories, and it doesn’t hurt that Yuuri is good-looking, talented, and just about the sweetest person ever (to anyone other than Viktor, that is)


By the time the next picture is posted, just over a month later, people have mostly given up hope on another.

A dining table laden with delicious, home-cooked food. A slender young man sits in a chair across the table from the camera person. The top half of his face is cut off, showing only an indulgent smile as he spoils the excitable brown poodle begging for scraps next to him.

v-nikiforov: When bae flies halfway across the world to surprise you with a home-cooked meal after you get back from Russian Nationals 😍 #luckiest manalive #loveofmylife #bestsurpriseever

This time, it doesn’t even take an hour for the fans to update their List. All the female skaters are removed, while a few more male skaters are added on. 

The man has a soft jawline and slender shoulders.

A few suggest that it may be Lee Seung Gil, while others shout that “he’s just 19!,” and how “that’s basically pedophilia!”

Katsuki Yuuri inches his way slowly up the list, while others demand that Christophe be taken off, given the man in the second picture is clean-shaven, and everyone knows Christophe wouldn’t be caught dead in public without some stubble.


There aren’t many more pictures of The Boyfriend after that.

Instead, there’s an endless flow of melodramatic selfies and black and white landscapes with captions that don’t make sense, of Viktor constantly complaining about not being able to see bae more often.

He does occasionally drop little tidbits - The Boyfriend has a dog as well, he does ballet, they’ve known each other for several years.

But he’s careful not to say anything too revealing about his significant other, playfully dodging the question whenever he’s asked about it in interviews and choosing his words carefully on his social media posts.

It’s a maddeningly long five months before Viktor finally makes the fatal mistake.

An excited brown poodle standing near a door, leash in his own mouth. His tail is a wagging blur, restless excitement seeming to roll off his image in waves.

v-nikiforov: Going to pick up bae from the airport. I think Makkachin’s somehow figured out where we’re going. He’s been waiting impatiently at the front door for the past hour. #offseasonisbestseason #beentoolong #reunion

Viktor turns off his phone after that, and so it isn’t until he arrives at the airport, only to be welcomed by a horde of screaming fans and reporters that he finally realizes the mistake he’s made.

All the blood drains from his face, and he quickly whips out his phone to send his boyfriend a warning message before he’s suddenly swamped.

His plane should have already landed by now, and Viktor prays that he’d sent the warning in time. He knows how much his lover values his privacy, and neither of them are very eager to have their relationship become public knowledge quite yet.

Viktor spends the next ten minutes trying to make his way through the overenthusiastic crowd while still trying to be as nice to his fans as possible.

Makkachin is having the time of his life, shamelessly begging ear scratches and cooing from the crowd of fangirls. He looks quite content to stay there for as long as possible.

That is, right up until he quite suddenly perks up, and barges right through the crowd, leaving behind a bunch of confused fans and a worried Viktor, trying to chase after him.

He doesn’t get very far though, before tackling someone with wet doggy kisses.

The man seems to expect the enthusiastic welcome, because he barely staggers as he catches the giant brown poodle in his arms, laughing and carrying him towards Viktor and his group of speechless fans.

He’s wearing a pair of sinfully tight skinny jeans, and a dark blue hoodie with the hood up. They can’t see his face properly yet, with Makkachin blocking their view as he continues to squirm in the mans’ embrace, tail thumping excitedly against his leg as he walks.

Before any of the fans can take a step, Viktor hurries to his lover’s side and immediately wraps an arm around his shoulders, using his body to hide the man’s identity.

“What are you doing here?” he asks urgently as the crowd surges forward to envelop them. “You could have snuck out another way and gone straight to the car!”

The man laughs, and turns to place a quick peck on Viktor’s cheek.

“It’s fine,” he says. “We’ve kept quiet long enough. I don’t mind letting everyone know about us.”

So saying, he lowers Makkachin gently to the ground, and the cameras finally get their first glimpse at the face of the man who had managed to steal the heart of the World’s Number 1 Bachelor.

In This Light (Part 1)

Summary: Model!Bucky AU with Photographer!Reader. This is your meeting with Bucky, and how your friendship developed into something more.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (main); Steve x Reader (side)

Word Count: 4,658

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is a re-write of  Dean fic series I never finished. Here’s hoping that I will have motivation to finish this storyline with Buckaroo. Hope you all enjoy! Also, I don’t claim to know how the photography/fashion world works, I’m just… Sorry if there are mistakes. 


“Alright, children, enough chattering!” A large woman with bushy blonde hair and overdone makeup stared down at her sixth-grade Earth and Space science class. She was frowning and it was only the first day of classes. She was already feeling the headache that was sure to make itself known by the end of the week. “Settle down!” she bellowed.

At her shrill voice, silence overcame the room and everyone found empty seats to call their own. She gave them all a wide, forced smile in gratitude. “Welcome to Earth and Space Science! I am Mrs. Paulson and I will not tolerate any unruly conduct in my class. You will be wise to be on your best behavior while you’re in my class. If you aren’t, a detention slip with your name on it will be waiting for you by the end of class. Do I make myself clear?”

A drone of agreements reached her ears and she gave a grin of satisfaction. Some kids thought her wolf-like. She clapped her hands once before picking up a stack of papers, licking her forefinger to separate the sheets. Oblivious to the grimaces of her students as she handed them their syllabus, her voice thundered through the room. “Learn it, live it, love it. I will always abide by the schedule you find there and everything that will be required of you is written on that very sheet. Is that understood? There are no excuses!”

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Something About a Feeling

This is it. My blood, sweat, and tears. It’s been a long time coming with this one, so I want to thank @trulymadlysydney and @outofworkactress for giving me the words I need to hear so I can finally release this into the world. I feel like a mother on their child’s first day of school. It’s a bittersweet feeling. 

In the words of @permanentcross, this is my favorite sandbox to mess with, and the more I try to explain it, the worse it turns out, but simply stated, Harry is infatuated with a girl who would never want him.

I’ve edited this a thousand times, and it’s still not perfect, but if I don’t let this little bird fly away now, it never will. So, please be kind. I’m trying my hardest. x

The first time he sees you, a mere glance from across the room, he has to remind himself he has a girlfriend. A lovely woman, she was, like most of the female counterparts he took in his life, but like most woman he chose to spend his time with, they all had one thing in common. Temporary. He knew he was growing closer to the end with this one; Hannah, a friend of a friend who was easy on the eyes, laughed at his sore attempts at jokes, and quite simply, knew she herself was as temporary as a toothbrush. They’d keep each other company for the time being and a couple of months down the road, they’d part ways, and the rest would be history. Simple as that.

But the first time he sees you, cuddled a little too close to his best mate, peering down at his phone as a small giggle escaped your parted lips, he stops dead in his tracks and backtracks. You were a catch.

Niall had his arm swung behind you, resting carelessly along the wooden seats, and Harry almost digs at himself as he resorts back to their conversation the night before wondering if he had missed the part in text where Niall stated he’d be bringing a female guest of interest. He doesn’t remember anything of the sort, but it doesn’t go unnoticed when he hands his beer out to you, and you instantly wince when the dark lager meets your lips.

Looks like he was playing third wheel tonight.

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‘What are the Odds?’ Part Three

Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series, based off of ‘Mamma Mia!’)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 880

Previous Part: Part Two

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Eight

Summary: You go for your first scan, skype with Gen and Danneel, and announce your pregnancy. Everything seems to be going well
Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst
Words: 3.5k
Jared x Reader (Jared x Reader x Gen), Jensen, Danneel, Clif
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You called up your doctor the next morning, apologising for the rude way you ended the last call.

She assured you that there was nothing to apologise for, knowing that the information would have come as a bit of a shock.

You were booked in for an ultrasound scan on Monday morning.

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BTS REACTS TO: Their s/o wearing an ugly picture of them on a t-shirt

Anon Asked: Can you do a BTS Reaction to their s/o wearing an ugly selfie of them on a t-shirt in public? I ALWAYS wanted to do this with my boyfriend but he’s too photogenic uGH

Okay, I’ve totally done this before. Showed up at a friend’s birthday party wearing an ugly snapchat pic they sent me on a sweatshirt lol.

- Admin Dayna


Seokjin

Jin is handsome. He knew it, his fans knew it, and obviously, so do you. But with great beauty, comes great responsibility, and it seems like your boyfriend abuses his good-looks. Jin oozes narcissism. At times it was funny, charming in fact, but there’s only so much of it one could take. Sometimes consequences need to be dealt out to the arrogant. With just enough persistence and creativity, you’ve came up with the perfect plan. You awaited his arrival at the airport, your hoodie zipped up hiding your brilliance. Jin and the boys’ plane had landed and now they were only a few feet away from you. When you were absolutely positive Jin was looking right at you - and you could tell he had by the way he suddenly picked up his pace to a brisk jog your direction - you unzipped your hoodie, revealed your t-shirt with a rather… unattractive picture of him that his Army has turned into a meme printed on the front. You lifted your arms up high, allowing Jin, the boys, and the lucky bystanders to bask in its glory. As Namjoon, Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook all erupted into laughter, Jin struggled to reprimand you between fits of giggles.

“Wha - jagiyaahh~! How could you betray me?!”

“What have I done to deserve this?!”

“Do you think this was right?! I demand respect!”

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Hook, Line, & Sinker

  Pairing: Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader

A/N: If there is any band that reminds me the most of Finn Balor, it is Royal Blood. If you haven’t listened to them, go and do it, they’re ! This imagine is based on one of their songs, “Hook, Line, & Sinker”. 

Summary: Finn had multiple reasons for wanting to turn heel and redesign the Bullet Club, he was the founder, he could do whatever he pleased with it. Though, the heaviest influence comes from the fact that Finn knows all too well that Y/N’s a sucker for the bad boys and he’s itching for her attention. 

Warnings: Sexual Content (I didn’t intend for the smut, but there’s def smut), Language, also warning, this is VERY long.  

Word Count: 10,517 (I could not stop writing). 

She’s got the devil on one shoulder, and the other’s getting colder…  Then she drags me by one finger, to her lips, Hook, line & sinker… 

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A Demon does not crawl from the depths of hell to dance for man’s entertainment; a Demon does what they want, when they want, with whomever they want. 

To have this man whose greatest accomplishments were only achieved when calling upon a demon within him, as a face for the company, just seemed a bit foolish - and Finn was tired of looking like a fool. 

It seemed like ever since his return, all that he had been set up for was failure. Every match he agreed to be a part of was only ruined and manipulated to please the more villainous superstars of the WWE. 

While Finn was patted on the head like a child for being the good, cooperative, and hard-working employee he was, there were those like Joe and Bray who were being handed title opportunity after title opportunity for doing nothing but cheating their way to the top. 

Finn was absolutely tired of it. If he had stayed in NJPW, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d still be strutting around that country with the rest of the world on his back. When he was a heel - when he was with the Bullet Club - he was an absolute monster. 

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Heart Of Gold

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Female)

(Requested by Anonymous) Summary: Reader comforting Peter with reassuring and loving words after being bullied by Flash Thompson.

Written By: @spiderlingy / Krystal W.

Warnings: Angst & fluff.

Word Count: 1.9K+

PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR CLAIM THIS STORY AS YOUR OWN. REBLOGS ARE ALLOWED. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPENED.

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    You calmly strutted through the laughter-filled halls of Midtown High School with your textbooks clutched against your chest, sparing a genuine smile to the students who waved in your direction. According to the teachers and students throughout Midtown High School, you were considered to be an intelligent and well-respected student. You had grades above an A in every class and did not mind tutoring another student. You were also well-known throughout the school due to your spot on the school’s swimming team. Being properly raised by your parents, you’d grown to be very lady-like, calm, generous, and warmhearted. You enjoyed brightening up a person’s day and helping a person in need. Doing kind gestures would make your heart flutter in happiness and satisfaction. You cared so much about helping others that sometimes you would even forget to help yourself.

    Shortly, you arrived at your locker and dialed the combination of the lock. Unlocking it, the first thing you saw was an old photo taped on the locker door—you smiled at the sight of it. The photo was of you and your best friend, Peter Parker. Your head rested on his shoulder, smiles displayed on the both of your features. The memorable photo was taken a few years ago. When his parents died, Aunt May and Uncle Ben had became his surrogate parents and took him in. When you found out about his parents’ death, you refused to leave his side. You two had been inseparable ever since. Even through the toughest times, Peter was always there for you as you were always there for him. It’s you and Peter against the world—together, you were invincible

      Most of the times, when you were over at Peter’s house, you two would just do homework, have deep conversations, or watch movies and cuddle next to each other wrapped in blankets. Aunt May would walk in to catch you two sleeping the night away together—cherishing the adorable sight by sneaking a quick picture. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were convinced that you and Peter were destined to be best friends, or even more, since the very start when you two had met in elementary school.

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Art Museum

Summary: On your day off, you invite Bucky to an art museum. You’re sure he probably wants to spend his time doing something else besides looking at art, but you soon find that his definition of art might be a bit different than yours.

Word Count: 1,429.

A/N: Just another random idea that came in mind. Special thanks to @bovaria for being a doll and for previously reading this through. <3

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Stage Door (Daveed x Reader)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.


At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix.  The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music.  Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for once.  


“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”

You sighed.  Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit.  

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anonymous asked:

While at a hotel the Chocobros and their girlfriends get into a bad argument, the guys say something they regret from anger (like "I don't need you anymore" something angsty as hail) and when their S.O's sneak out of the hotel during the night, the guys freak out? Your blog is awesome by the way

Thank you so much! <3 Things said out of anger can ruin relationships all the time. This is both a fun and unique prompt that I looked very forward to writing.

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Noctis

Noctis dug his fingers in his hair, it had been 4 hours, 4 hours ago, he had yelled at you, over something so stupid.

“Just leave me the hell alone, since I’m not good enough for you, why don’t you just leave.”

The look of hurt, betrayal and sadness that crossed your face, only for you to stand up straight. Staring the man in the eye,

“All right, fine.”

Had he not been so upset, the Prince wouldn’t now be sleeping on the far side of the bed, rolling over to look to you. Maybe he could apologize in the dead of night, and it would help his mind to rest just a little. Only to realize that you weren’t there! Yet he felt you get in the bed.

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(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- Feels Like Coming Home , by @phd-mama : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

Larry ex to lovers AU (60k) : OOMMMGGGGGG this is the best angst fic I read for a long time !! Very well written, absolutely painful and beautiful, maybe some TW (read the tags) , but really really read this now. (kind of share that for the smut, awesome btw)

- When We Were Younger , by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee : About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

Larry Catfish AU (76k) : starting with teenage Harry and going on for a few years of a online/phone relationship. Very well done ! angsty and (obviously) full of phone sex :D (kind of share that)

- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against. “Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.

Larry famous-not famous AU (19k) : singer Louis and record-shop Harry, a bit angsty, some good smut (bottom Louis) and songwriting,  very well written !

- Your Love Was Handmade , by @inked-withlove : There must be a rule book describing in detail how you proceed from being best friends to lovers. That’s what Louis thinks. But maybe, there isn’t a need, Harry decides. Maybe you just follow your instinct and…run your finger down your best friend’s bare back. That should seal the deal for sure.Or, Harry and Louis are best friends who are also mutually pining, and when a work trip looms in to separate the two of them for three weeks, they finally get their shit together.

Larry BFF to lovers AU (5k) : BFFs who share a apartment  and are pining on each other are my kind of shit. Just a bit of smut.

- Perfect Storm , by @cherrystreet​: What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Larry ex to lovers and fake relationship with a twist AU (80k) : angsty (but not THAT much), smutty (hello angry sex)(botyom Louis) and awesome :)

- You’re My Favorite Bird , by @supernope : Harry sets his hands on the counter and leans over them, looks Louis in the eye and says, “Louis, would you like to go bird watching with me?”Louis just blinks at him for a moment, like he’s not sure how to respond, then says, voice slow and unsure, “Is that a euphemism?”  Also known as: Harry is an ornithologist and Louis owns the camera repair shop where Harry gets his photos printed. Niall works for Louis, Liam works with Harry, and Zayn paints. There’s a cat, some camping, some bird watching, and obscene amounts of fluff.

Larry AU (33k) : Ornithologist-Photographer Harry, a lot of pining, some great smut (bottom Harry) , and kudos for the tattoos.

- Down For The Count And I’m Drowning And I’m Helpless  , by  patdkitten : “Staring costs extra, mate,” he says, perfectly cheeky. Harry didn’t know he found cheek sexy, but it’s definitely a turn on. He’s working up a response, turn on the Harry Styles trademark charm, when he hears a small whirring sound. Somehow, in his approach, Harry’d missed the ears perched on the barista’s head. Now that he’s aware of them, though, the dark brown fuzzy ears tipped in black twitch in his direction with another quiet whir. They remind him of the maid cafe he went to once in Japan, but while they hadn’t been attractive to him there, on this barista, they’re as sexy as the cheek.Yeah, Harry could definitely use a booty call. Maybe if he’s lucky, the barista’s getting off soon and would be interested in getting off with him…? He can dream, at least.— Harry Styles is an international pop star who suffers from insomnia, and Louis is the sassy little barista in fox ears and tail that won’t get out of Harry’s head. And the sexting is pretty damn great, too.

Larry Coffe Shop AU and Famous/not famous (5k): popstar Harry and sassy barista Louis, no smut.

- Love Is a Kitten from Hell      by  Anonymous : Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

Larry High school AU (8k) : cute and fluffy, with no smut.

Fragility {Part 1/3}

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst, fluff, smut in second chapter

Warnings: Yoongi swears basically every other sentence, minor character death

“There are a lot of fucked up things about me, you know? And there’s a lot of fucked up things that have happened. But when I’m with you all of those things, yeah they still exist but it’s like they’re a lot further away, I don’t feel as if they’re eating me alive”

Part 2, Part 3


You met Min Yoongi, photography major and self proclaimed genius in your second year of college.

Even now every detail of that first encounter remained clear in your mind. That alone was almost a miracle considering your drunken state, normally any events of a night such as that would fade into a distant haze.

It was strange really, he had snuck up on you out of nowhere and like a hurricane, he was completely impossible to ignore, leaving havoc in his wake until he was all you could think about. It hadn’t been love at first sight, definitely not, but from the moment you laid your unsuspecting eyes on him he had consumed your thoughts until there was no room for anything else.

You often felt as if your entire life before Yoongi had simply been the calm before the storm.

He hadn’t even so much as formally introduced himself before he was shoving his beloved camera in your face, the white flash nearly blinding you. When he was done taking the picture, he stepped back and smirked, and you, bemused by the entire situation, smiled back. He then stepped out a little and with his nimble fingers, flicked the camera onto display mode, the photograph he had taken of you painting the small digital screen.

The colours were garish, the startled look in your eyes almost comical and the framing wasn’t quite right. That didn’t matter. You soon learnt that wasn’t what Yoongi’s photography was about at all.

He fiddled with the settings of his camera whilst you stood and watched him, unsure of what to do and whether you should introduce yourself. Your body was jostled by people swarming past and you silently wondered whether it would be okay for you to casually slip away along with them. However, just as you decided that you would, Yoongi looked up from his camera, staring directly at you.

“So, the two of you finally meet” you heard a voice coming from your right and you turned your head slightly to see your friend Seokjin approaching. He sidled up to the two of you with a strange smirk on his face. Seokjin had been trying to set you up with a date for months and you could practically hear the cogs in his brain ticking right now as your body filled with dread. You didn’t need this. You didn’t even want to be here. Your friend Taehyung had dragged you the entire walk down, insisting that you needed a night out after being pent up in your room studying for “aeons” as he called it.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at Seokjin and gave him a pointed look. One that the older boy ignored.

“Not really, I don’t even know his name” you mumbled, practically edging to get away. Seokjin could sense this too and you knew there was no way in hell he was letting you get out of this situation.

“Well Y/N this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is Y/N” Seokjin said and you nodded awkwardly in Yoongi’s direction, refusing to make eye contact. Seokjin chuckled at your clear discomfort ”Taehyung and I have been anticipating the two of you to meet for months but it just never worked out” Seokjin explained.

Yoongi frowned, his eyes scanning over you quickly before focusing back on Seokjin. He had seemed just as uncomfortable as you did.

“Why?” you asked after a few moments of awkwardness.

Seokjin had an evil glint in his eye, one that you had quickly learnt to fear, because it always meant he was up to something devious. “You see, Yoongi here is a photography major and you Y/N, are a fine art major, I figured the two of you would have a lot in common”

You were about to protest when suddenly, for the first time, you heard Yoongi speak. For some reason you hadn’t expected his voice to be so harsh and dismissing, you’d expected it to be soft and gentle sounding. The contrast between his appearance and voice was actually a little startling.

“You seriously think that just because we’re both doing arts degrees that we’re going to get on well? Sometimes I can’t believe you’re older than me” he spoke, his words for some reason, felt like venom running through your bloodstream. Just as Seokjin was about to interject and defend himself, Yoongi started talking again “Besides, photography is nothing like fine art, all they fucking do is paint a few lines on a white canvas and act like it has some deep meaning. What bullshit”.

“Hey!” you cried out instinctively, the urge to defend yourself getting the better of you “You’re one to talk, studying for three years just to learn how to press a button? Anyone can do that”

It was strange. You weren’t usually the type to engage in those sorts of petty arguments. Neither was Yoongi, as you soon learnt. You didn’t generally get angry, instead you would choose to simply walk away and not concern yourself with other people’s stupidity. His harsh words that night had made your blood boil.

It had continued for a few more minutes. Vicious words flying back and forth between the two of you. After a while Seokjin finally took you away to the drinks table and Taehyung took Yoongi over to another group of people.

It was clear you were not going to get along. Your personalities clashed violently.

And that was that.

Your interactions with Min Yoongi should have ended there.

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Can I Take Your Picture? (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

Request:  A Draco x reader where the reader is training to become a photographer and likes to take photos of Draco and he protests but she keeps doing it cuz he’s beautiful (cough sexy af cough) and Draco secretly loves all her photos?  - Anon

I hope you like it!


You were an aspiring photographer with a love for nearly everything around you.  Anything from a little flower that had sprouted between the cracks of a sidewalk, to a simple cup of steaming tea resting on the counter top, you would whip out your camera and snap photos from at least three different angles.

You were never really one for photographing people, that is, until one morning you realized just how photogenic your boyfriend, Draco, was.

He was sitting in an armchair by the window, dressed in his usual black attire, legs crossed, delicately holding a cup of tea, bleach-blond hair fluffy and beautiful, and head turned to look out the window with the soft pink-orange rays of the rising sun pouring through.

Before you could speak, you snatched your camera from the table where you had set it and began taking photos.  However, after the first audible ‘snap’, Draco whirled around, nearly dropping his tea.  You set your camera down.

“Were you taking pictures of me?”  Draco said, not sounding too pleased.

You grinned.  “Yeees.  Is there a problem?”

Draco knit his eyebrows.  “I’m not very fond of having my picture taken,” he replied, setting his tea down on the chairside table next to him.

“But Dracooo!” you whined and moved across the room to where he sat.  You plopped down on his lap and lay your head on his chest, tilting your head up to look at him.  Draco instinctively wrapped his arms around you.  “You know I’m taking pictures of you because of how handsome you are, right?  And bloody hell you looked hot looking out that window.”

Draco smirked.  “Did I, now?”

You swear you could see the faintest of red on his pale skin beneath that ego.  “Yes!  So am I allowed to take your picture?” you asked hopefully.

Draco thought for a moment.  “No.  Sorry, love.”

You made a puppy-pleading face.  “If you truly love me you would let me.”

He shook his head.  “Love isn’t defined in photographs.  You know I love you more than anything in this world.  Universe, I should say.”

You rolled your eyes.  “Fine.”  You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Good.  Now I ought to finish those reports for the Ministry,” Draco said and lifted you up with him, before setting you back on the ground and placing a quick yet loving kiss on your lips before heading out the door.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, you smiled.  There was no way you were going to let such a beautiful specimen (I’m creepy af) go to waste.  You picked up your camera and looked at the photo you managed to get of Draco before he noticed you were taking pictures.  It was perfect.

**Time Skip**

The next morning, even more photos of Draco were piling up on your camera.  You managed to get photos of:  Draco pouring a cup of tea, reading a book, Draco drinking said tea as he was reading said book, Draco putting the book back on the shelf, Draco putting the teacup in the sink, even more photos of Draco putting that same teacup in the sink… So basically just a bunch of photos from the same five minutes of the next morning.  How exciting.  Pretty quickly Draco caught you and you playfully ran away.

Two days later, you hadn’t taken any more photos.  You didn’t want Draco to be mad at you.  You were out with an old friend from Hogwarts exploring London.  Not thinking, you didn’t take your camera with you, leaving it in the hands of Draco.  He picked up your camera, and by using the knowledge he had gained watching you work the thing, he managed to navigate to the photo library.  He scrolled through all the photos.

He carefully observed each photo, noticing how you always got the lighting just right and the angle spot-on.  You took everything into consideration.  Noting that a little less than half the photos were of him, he finally realized just how much those photos meant to you.  He secretly adored the fact that you had taken a liking to taking photos of him.  There was no way he was going to tell you to stop from now on.

When you got back and walked through the door, you were suddenly greeted by Draco sweeping you into his arms in a tight hug.  “I’m glad you’re back, love.”

You laughed.  “Well who’s so happy to see me?”

Draco kissed your head and released you from his tight grip.  “While you were gone… I went through your camera.”

Your face dropped.  “Oh–uh–I’m sorry… I’ll delete them if you want–”

“No!” Draco interrupted.  “I realized just how much you love taking photos and how much I actually love you taking photos of me.  I’m sorry if I was rude to you at first.”

Your face lifted back into a smile.  “Really?”

He nodded.“Indeed.”

“Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

“Now don’t get too excited,” Draco said smiling.  “There will be limits.”  

You knew exactly what he meant by that.

“In the mean time…” Draco leaned in to place his lips on yours in a loving kiss.  Your hands tangled into his hair while his came down to your waist.  

When you pulled apart a minute later, you wrapped your arms around Draco’s torso and looked up into his bright blue eyes.  “Sooo can we go to the city tomorrow and take some photos?”

Draco rolled his eyes and laughed.  “As you wish.”


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The Topmodel AU I hadn’t realised I need

Kicking this AU Weekend (more infos here) off early because I’ll go on a trip later today and won’t be back until Saturday evening, so most of my posts will have to wait until Sunday&Monday (yes, I’m counting Easter Monday as part of the weekend, sue me). So let’s just talk about my Topmodel!AU headcanon for a sec, shall we? 

Not gonna lie, I came up with this ten minutes ago, so expect lots of incoherent rambling.

Alright, so. Tony is nineteen, just finished his master degree and determined to piss his father off as much as possible–a dangerous combination that ends with him signing up for the next topmodel casting instead of starting to work for SI like Howard wants. He didn’t really expect to make it through, he’s too short to be a model, damn it, and he really doesn’t appreciate Rhodey howling with laughter. But his father’s expression when he learns of it is so worth it.

And well, Tony is good with cameras, alright? He’s confident, knows how to put on a show, and suddenly those abilities aren’t just a necessity, they’re actually really helpful. He moves into a house with the other models (though having to give up his phone and being cut off from the internet is hell, seriously, how do regular people survive this?). 

He makes friends with some of the other models, a pretty redhead named Pepper who walks in heels like she was born to be on the catwalk, the sharp-tongued Maria who doesn’t appear to be interested by anything–she doesn’t even blink when they get to shoot a short clip with famous actor Steve Rogers, Tony is convinced she’s secretly a cyborg–and Clint who, by virtue of being the only boy, immediately becomes Tony’s new best friend.

The judges can be harsh in their critic, but their trainer Bruce is an absolute sweetheart. Also the first time Natasha Romanov compliments Tony on the expressiveness in his photo shot is a world-altering experience. 

Sometimes being locked into a house with so many people can be a bit much though. That’s when Tony sneaks into the kitchen at two AM, just to get some time for himself. Which is how he meets Bucky. Well, he doesn’t meet him that way, Bucky is a camera man on the crew after all, and he’s always around. But sharing a sandwich in the middle of the night is a different kind of knowing, okay?

There’s also the fact that Tony may or may not have a tiny little crush on the guy–Bucky is attractive and witty and has this super secret ability of stalking them all day with a camera and not making it weird, and also his abs, really, Tony’s never had a chance. So. There may be a bit of flirting involved in their midnight meets.

Which is not a problem, Tony flirts with everyone, it’s his thing. His bisexuality isn’t a secret either, in fact the fans are shipping ‘Clony’ very insistently. And though that’s just a terrible ship name–Tony tells the interviewer as much–he and Clint do like to play it up a little, just for fun. The problem is, Bucky isn’t shy about flirting back, and as it turns out, that’s something Tony’s brilliant brain can’t handle. 

What also turns into a bit of a problem is that Tony isn’t exactly subtle, no matter how hard he tries to hide his crush. There’s a lot of blushing and stuttering involved for one, and that’s just plain awkward. Tony doesn’t blush, alright, especially not when someone calls him cute. He’s not cute. He’s hot. He’s handsome. But not cute. And the way Bucky smiles and nods at him indulgently isn’t fair at all.

Then, there’s the week eight incident. The sexy shoot. Yeah. Let’s just not talk about that. [Everyone is talking about it. Clint and Pepper refuse to shut up about it. And Tony knows he did well, that his photo was the best of that week, but it’s still embarrassing because he knows he was throwing that smoldering look straight at Bucky–and who had placed him behind their photographer, damn it–and it’s just weird.]

Maria leaves them at the end of week nine and Tony resolutely refuses to cry. It’s part of the show, he’s known that from the start, and it’s not like he’ll never see her again. Which is what he very insistently tells Bucky who just as insistently convinces Tony to drink the hot comfort chocolate he’s smuggled in from Starbucks.

“I can’t do this,” Tony tells him, stares sadly into his half-empty cup. “I’m not supposed to be a model, I can’t be a model, what am I even doing here?”

“Tony,“ Bucky interrupts the beginnings of his panic attack, voice serious. “I’ve seen you out there, you love being a model. You love being on that stage, you own it. Look, take it from someone who’s been filming at this show for three seasons, you’ve got talent. You’re improving every week. And it’s true that that’s not the only thing it takes, model business is tough. Not everyone can handle that, but I don’t have any doubts that you could.”

“You think so?” Tony asks and hates how hopeful he sounds. Because this was supposed to be joke, a way to annoy his father, he wasn’t supposed to care about this.

“I do,” Bucky nods, then smirks. “You’ve got the ‘bitch please’ attitude down already too.” To which Tony sniffs derisively. Somehow the night ends with both of them laughing, and when Tony returns to his room, Clint sends him a knowing look.

“What?”

“You know what.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you really do.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Rhodey asks two minutes after his arrival. Tony is too overwhelmed by his surprise visit to even bother denying it. 

“Oh, Tony,” Rhodey sighs, pulls him into a hug, and Tony melts. He’s missed this, missed it so much. Clint is a great guy, but he refuses to cuddle Tony the way Rhodey does. To be fair, nobody cuddles Tony like Rhodey does but that shouldn’t stop his friends from trying. “Now, tell me about that almost-porno-photo shooting I keep hearing so much about.”

Tony squeaks in mortification.

Clint leaves them at the end of that week, and this time Tony does cry. He’d deny it but the bastard took pictures. Actually, who are we kidding, he still denies it.

Paradoxically, with the house becoming more and more empty, Tony ends up spending more and more time with Bucky. It felt crowded and overwhelming in the beginning, but now the silence is bothering him. He’s already dreading going back to his tiny little flat or worse, his parents’ mansion.

By now Tony’s crush on Bucky is common knowledge, basically. Pepper keeps making not at all subtle comments, the rest of the filming crew constantly hang around in hopes of catching the first kiss, there are jokes and knowing smirks–and Tony is getting sick of it all.

He gets it, alright? Bucky has shown no interest in him–isn’t even allowed to have interest in him–and really the man can’t be that obvious. Clearly is kindly sparing Tony the embarrassment of being rejected in front of an audience. Tony appreciates that. And he’s trying hard not to make things awkward, but he can’t help his feelings, so if everyone else could just cut it out, he’d really appreciate it.

In the end, Tony makes it into the top five. He’s got talent, Natasha and Fury of all people assure him off that, but he’s also had a bad week and his picture just wasn’t as good as those of the other participants. So, Tony packs his bags, says goodbye to everyone, resists the urge to kiss Bucky just for the fuck of it, and flies back home. He doesn’t cry. He’s too numb.

Not until he’s in the privacy of his own home at least, where the stress, the excitement, the weight of those last few incredible weeks finally catches up with him. It seems like such a waste suddenly, such an embarrassment, and god, he’s a failure, he’s never going to leave his apartment ever again.

He does. Rhodey makes sure of it. Makes sure to remind him that this is not in fact the end of the world because Rhodey is sadly a very rational person who’s far too used to Tony’s dramatics.

“You’re not gonna give up on something you want, Tony,” Rhodey tells him one night. “It’s not your style.”

He turns out to be right.

Tony doesn’t want to work for SI, not right now at least. Because he genuinely liked modelling, and he doesn’t- he wants to give this a shot. He’s young, he’s got lots of time to argue with boring, old board members later. He starts looking for shootings instead, takes a job here and there. Looks up a couple of offers he gets because of his surprising popularity on the show too. (He honestly didn’t expect so many people to follow him on Instagram, what the hell?)

By the time the live finals roll around, Tony is excited again. Excited to see the other models one last time, excited to walk on that stage one last time, just excited. There are a lot of hugs and tears at their reunion, lots of things to catch up on.

When Tony walks down the catwalk on the night of the finals, with all the other models who’ve been part of the show, he wears a beautiful, glittering, evening gown, murderously high heels and the worlds most brilliant smile–because Tony Stark never does things half-way. (Tony Stark never passes up an opportunity to give Howard an aneurysm.)

He asks Bucky out that night. Bucky gapes at him, blurts out, “Don’t you already have a boyfriend? That Rhodey guy?”, causes everyone in their vincity to groan in annoyance and disbelief.

“Seriously?” Pepper glares–and wow, that’s a terrifying sight. “I’ve watched the two of you pining after each other for three months, if you don’t kiss and make up right now I’m gonna stab you with my heels!”

And that is the story of how Clint got to twitter a picture of Tony’s and Bucky’s first kiss, hashtagged #IdbeheartbrokenifIdidntshipit #Sorryclonyfans. 

jimon + fighting over a blanket

    “Simon, I swear if you keep touching me with your cold ass toes I’m going to kill you,” Jace hissed. He rolled away from the vampire’s literal cold feet for what felt like the millionth time that night, pulling the blanket they were sharing with him.

“It’s not my fault this tent is so small,” Simon grumbled and tried yanking some of the fabric back over him. Jace kept a firm grip on it though. This was revenge for all the cold, undead limbs that had been jabbing into him for the past two hours. “Jace, my butt is cold! Come on.”

Muffled giggles came from a few yards away. He hated Clary and Izzy so much right now. They had decided it would be a wonderful idea for the six of them to go camping as some sort of dumb bonding exercise. The first problem though was that they barely had anything with them.

There were only two tents. So of course, he and Simon had gotten shoved into the smaller one together while Magnus, Alec, Izzy, and Clary took the larger one. Jace was sure there was enough room for all of them in there, but the girls were having none of it when he approached them about it.

The second problem was that it was almost November and they only had Simon’s ratty blanket that he kept in his van to stay warm. So here they were, stuck together in a small tent in the middle of nowhere and they were definitely not cuddling. No way. Simon was just pressed against his back because there was no room. This was totally not real spooning. Jace would never be the little spoon.

“Hey, Jace?” Simon whispered, his breath ghosting against the back of Jace’s neck. He shivered.

“Hm?”

“You’re a blanket stealing douche!” he whispered harshly before launching himself across Jace, trying to pull his blanket out from the other man’s grasp. He wasn’t successful, unsurprisingly. Simon pouted when he realized he was never going to give it up. Jace lazily smirked up at Simon.

“You done?”

Simon glared and stuck his tongue out before sliding back over to his spot, dramatically chattering his teeth and making loud “brrr” noises. Jace snorted, rolling his eyes. He relaxed his grip, finally letting Simon yank some of the blanket back, which rolled Jace with it until he was laying on his back. Jace glared at him but Simon sighed in relief and wiggled further into Jace’s space, pressing his face against his shoulder.

It made Jace feel warm, and not just in the temperature way. It was as if there was a furnace in his stomach. Or, it could be the fact that Simon and thrown his leg across him. He looked down at the man pressed against him, Simon was already looking at him with a strange expression.

Simon’s gaze was heavy and Jace’s eyes flickered down to watch him wet his lips. Jace leaned towards him, not quite sure of what he was doing. They were only an inch apart when he was brought out of his daze by shrill screams of excitement and the flash of a camera. The two pulled away from each other, turning to look towards the offending light with pure horror etched across their faces.

Magnus stood at the window of their tent, cell phone in hand, with a sly smirk on his face. Clary and Izzy were stood next to him, giggling with each other. Alec was standing a few feet behind them, pressed against a tree. He was shaking his head, but also looked amused. The girls leaned over to look at the picture Magnus had taken.

“Oh, that is so getting framed!” she grinned mischievously.

“I want ten copies,” Clary added, still laughing.

Simon let out a small noise and ducked under the blanket, too embarrassed to face their friends. Jace didn’t even bother trying to defend himself, no way was he digging himself an even bigger hole. He just glared and sat up to zip the tent window shut before throwing himself back down heavily.

“Have fun in there you two!” Magnus singsonged, then added. “Don’t forget to use lube!” The other three snickered. Jace sighed in relief as he heard them walk away and their tent zip up. Simon peeked out of the blankets, looking over at Jace. His face was bright red, but he was smiling stupidly. Jace shook his head, but couldn’t help his own smile.

“So,” Simon started, averting his eyes and fidgeting. “Can I still get that kiss?”

Jace just stared at him, startled. Simon was biting his bottom lip and staring at the hem of Jace’s t-shirt. He was starting to look more and more nervous by the second. He was starting to pull away, about to apologize, when Jace summoned up his courage and dipped his head down. They looked at each other for another brief moment before Jace pressed forward gently.

Simon kissed him back awkwardly, but they found a smooth rhythm after a few attempts and some brief giggles against each other’s mouths. Simon’s lips were soft and he tasted faintly like french vanilla coffee. Jace was already addicted and he pressed forward hungrily. Simon made a small sound and pressed back, just as eager. If you had told either of them before that one day they would be making out together in a tent with their friends ten feet away, they would have both died from laughter. But here they were, and it felt like this is what they were meant to be doing for weeks.

They pulled away from each other reluctantly, both smiling at each other. Jace leaned in and pressed a few quick kisses across the other boy’s face until Simon laughed and ducked his head down, hiding from Jace’s onslaught of affection.

“Stop being so gross!” he muttered against the fabric of Jace’s shirt. They both knew he was full of shit, Simon was still grinning.

Jace let out a yawn, the day finally catching up with him. He settled closer to Simon, wrapping his arm around the boy and pulling him into his chest. Simon mumbled something, but it was muffled by Jace’s chest.

“Hm?”

Simon pulled back and smiled up at him sleepily. Jace felt himself melt, he was too soft for this stupid vampire. “I said goodnight”

“Goodnight, Simon.”

Bad Reputation

Word Count: 1,732

Requested: Yes (The request was super long so I’m not gonna post it like I usually do)

A/N: Okie dokie so I don’t think I got every detail of the request but I tried. enjoy!! Also, I didn’t really know what to title this so if someone can come up w a better title thx


You weren’t used to the fame. You weren’t used to all the attention you receiving over the past couple months due to your new relationship with pop star Shawn Mendes. But it wasn’t just you. The entire country you lived in wasn’t used to it. You lived in a small European country that never received a ton of attention until you became lucky and had the chance to meet Shawn and eventually date him. You were constantly being interviews, questioned, and caught in the street by your local reporters just to catch a glimpse of the life of a local girl who was now a superstar’s girlfriend. 

Shawn was currently in Canada, traveling on his world tour and always busy. You never had time to talk to him because of timezones and his schedule. You always felt lonely and the fact that you were now your entire country’s muse was not helping. You always felt like you were only wanted for the headlines and never for who you really were, and this finally became too much. You craved Shawn’s attention, touch, and just his presence in general. As the pressure and loneliness became too much, you planned a day to go surprise him on tour. 

You woke up early in the morning to catch your flight and hopefully miss the reporters and fans that would show up to ask you questions. You successfully landed in Toronto, your heart speeding from the excitement of getting to see Shawn. You quickly walked out of the gate and made your way to baggage claim. 

You were standing outside waiting for your ride to pick you up and take you to Shawn’s place and at first everything was quiet. No one noticed you. It was quiet and you were silently thankful for the lack of reporters that would now follow your every move. It was peaceful. But this peace was broken as quickly as it came. 

At first it was one girl who politely came up and asked for a picture and walked away. Then it was two. Three. The number kept rising until you felt overwhelmed. You had become completely swallowed by the crowd of fans now surrounding you. You saw flashes of light from cameras. Everyone was saying everything at once. Your breathing felt heavy, like someone was pressing on your lungs, suffocating you. You couldn’t make out a single face, just a blur of colors. You were sure you were going to pass out until you felt someones hand on your shoulder, pulling you away from the crowd. The voice you didn’t yet recognize yelled for everyone to make a path, taking your suitcases and guiding you to the car. He helped you in and gave you a bottle of water, helping you settle down. 

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The New Girl

Request: Maybe you can write like a fic about “being the new girl and Draco can’t keep his eyes off of you” but like she comes from ilvermorny and both are in like 4 or 5th year??<3
Warning(s): probably some swearing idfk

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Being an American in a British school sucked.    

But wanna know what made it even more sucky? The fact that you were a witch and you were now going to Hogwarts.     

Well, maybe you shouldn’t be complaining. Hogwarts was supposed to be one of the best wizarding schools in the world, so maybe you should be glad that you switched to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny. Even the house system was kind of the same too, so maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was.


     Oh well, you were a complainer.


     Another thing that was that there were a lot of cute boys here, that was another real thing in your life, your social skills were important to you even if you wouldn’t admit it. British boys were just your type.     

You had been sorted into their house Sytherin, you heard some people saying that Slytherin was supposed to be the evil house. You didn’t mind though, you only had two more years here after this anyway. It was your fifth year, you were fifteen, all you had was two years until you were done with your education forever.    

“Hey, check it out. Draco Malfoy is staring right at you,” your friend Astoria said. She was a year younger than you but you had befriended her. One friend was better than no friends, right? The two of you got along anyway.    

"Freaking amazing,” you replied. “Maybe he should take a picture, it lasts longer.” You didn’t care about Draco in the slightest bit, he was a stuck up brat that always had his head up his ass. You looked over at where him and his friends were sitting and he looked away, not before making eye contact for maybe three seconds. His friends looked over at you and then looked at him, patting him on the back.    

Gross, you thought, now I’m a trophy.   

“How could you not like that beautiful boy looking at you?” Astoria asked.    Shaking your head, you gathered your bag and your books, biting the last bite of your cherry pie dessert and stood up.   

 "Whatever, I’m gonna head to the library and get a head start on this paper, I’ll see you later,“ you replied bluntly. 

-  This paper was seemingly more hard than you were willing to admit. And it was just too goddamn boring for you to just power through and get done with as fast as you could. The history of the magic camera, really? How could anyone read these articles without wanting to sleep eternally?    

You needed to do something to pass the time, it would be no fun returning to the dorm room to do nothing. May as well stay out until curfew.    

Duh, it was a library. You could just look around at the books. Sounded like so much fun.   

 As you scanned through the endless arrays of books that filled the many, many bookshelves of the big library, none seemed to catch your eye. You turned the corner and unexpectedly almost was sent toppling down to the floor from crashing into someone. You would’ve landed painfully in a stack of books but the person caught you before you had a chance to fall off your feet. Their hands were still on your arms as you steadied yourself, looking down and closing your eyes to stop your vision from turning around and around.   

 "Are you alright there?” A British accent said through a couple minutes of silence. The boy was taller than you and obviously was a Slytherin, you could see his tie from your view of still looking down. Now you were beginning to catch your breath and you weren’t as dizzy anymore, so you looked up at the person to thank you.   

Lord behold, there stood Draco Malfoy looking down at you with what was that? Concern in his beautiful blue-grey eyes? You pushed his hands off of your arms and brushing yourself off, leaning down to take your bag that had dropped to the floor. But before you could he spoke again, “you didn’t answer my question.”    You stood up abruptly, looking at him straight in the eyes as he smirked a tiny bit. You wanted to smack it off, it made you mad.    

“I’m fine,” you muttered bluntly to the platinum blonde haired boy. “Just a little surprised that Draco Malfoy is asking if I’m alright.”   

 "Why? What have you heard?“ He asked innocently, as if he didn’t know about his reputation around here in this school. You rolled your eyes, leaning back steadily on the bookshelf behind you.    

"Just that you have a pretty bad mean streak, Malfoy,” you replied.    Draco laughed, looking down and back up at you with a half smile on his face, “so you’ve heard.” He almost seemed proud.  

 You looked at the time, seeing it was five minutes until the students needed to be in their common rooms for curfew. You needed to start heading back now if you wanted to make it.    

“Yeah. Shouldn’t you be heading to the common room, Malfoy?” You asked. He flashed the badge on his robes, revealing the prefect crest. Of course. The cheeky bastard.   

 "I think the real question is, shouldn’t you? It would be a shame to see you running in the corridors after curfew. Those are two no-no’s,“ he smirked yet again.    

"I don’t like you. I hope you know this,” you said to the boy, starting to walk out of the row of bookshelves before you heard a clearing of Dracos throat from behind you. You didn’t turn around, you were hoping he was done speaking to you and would leave you alone forever. You didn’t want anything to do with Draco Malfoy.

“I get that. But it would be a shame if you couldn’t find your bag before classes tomorrow, now wouldn’t it?”    

You turned around to see Draco dangling your brown bag in his left hand in front of him. He outstretched his arm in front of both of you and gave it to you as you snatched it from his hand, storming away from the boy. 

-   

The next day you were walking to Potions alone, you were pretty early because you needed to ask Snape about the homework over Christmas break.   

 It was seemingly quiet on the way there until you heard someone walk up next to you and you knew too well who it was.   

“Killed a few puppies today Malfoy?” You asked, a grin appearing on your lips as the male walked beside you. You two were almost walking in sync it made you want to vomit slugs.   

 "Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine today?“ He retorted, causing you to laugh a small bit.    

Draco suddenly walked closer to you, making your skin tingle and goosebumps arrive on your arm. Good thing you were wearing long sleeves or else he would totally see it. Stupid British boys, they were getting you all worked up. It didnt help that you were american either, all the boys wanted to hear your american accent or wanted to ‘ask you about what america was like’. 

“Only when I’m with you, Malfoy,” you muttered. “What is your deal with me anyway? If you want to just try to make a move or something, just do it already.”

The boy beside you chuckled halfheartedly, he leaned his body and began pushing you into another corridor. You had no choice but to just follow what he was doing, it was like something in the back of your mind was telling you to just go with him.

In almost a split second your back was slammed to the wall behind you and Draco’s body was pushed up against yours dangerously close. You could feel his breath on your neck, his body heat radiating onto your making you start to sweat. that wasn’t the only reason you were sweating, though. 

Was it getting hot in that small space or was that just you?

“Is this enough of a move?” Draco asked, his eyes looking into yours, almost as if they were staring right into your very mind, knowing what you were thinking. You couldn’t speak, all you could think about how incredibly close he was and how incredibly hot he was.

And suddenly it was lips against lips, neither of you knew which one of you started it and neither of you didn’t want to be the one to end it. It was searing, hot, and passionate. It would’ve taken all of your breath away if it wasn’t for Draco pulling away for about two seconds before reattaching his lips again. You two were like you were hungry for each other, desperate to get every single last piece before it was gone. 

Draco pulled away and right after, he took your hand and pulled you to a room that seemed to be vacant and said, “do you hate me that much now?” 

And pulled you right into the room to finish what you two had started.

anonymous asked:

Hey dear nice Works...!!!!! Please Do a RFA (V+Saeran) Celebrating Birthday of MC how will they celebrate Mc's Birthday and what will they Do to make it special??

A/N: I’d invite them all to my birthday party hell yeah it’d be greAT ~Admin 404
I love them all *sobs* ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:
-HE LOVES BIRTHDAYS
-HE’S SUCH A LITTLE KID AT HEART (and i mean in general come on now)
-Goes FULL. OUT. Does not take it lightly at all
-Sets up a day with your friends so you’re out of the house and busy
-And he decorates the house completely!! Streamers, balloons, he even has homemade party hats for the two of you
-He isn’t a master baker or anything but he attempted at making a box cake for you!!! He decorated it with so many colourful sprinkles!
-Remember how he gets a discount from the pizza place? He bought like three larges and the two of you were eating it for DAYS
-SO MANY BOARD GAMES STRUNG ALL AROUND THE HOUSE BECAUSE Y’ALL ARE GONNA PLAY ALL. DAY. LONG.
-He either has homemade presents for you, or he’s saved up a lot to splurge on pre-ordering that new video game you’ve been eyeing for months
-The two of you watch all the movies!! Whatever movie you wanna watch, he’ll sit through. Scary ones? He might cry but he’ll DO IT FOR YOU!!!!

*JUMIN:
-More of a classy approach to birthdays
-He did attempt to put a party hat on Elizabeth though MC SHE’S ADORABLE LOOK, HURRY, BEFORE SHE TAKES IT OFF
-SO MANY GIFTS. WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL OF THESE
-But he always makes sure to give you one super special one. Whether it’s a piece of jewelry he had custom made because it reminded him of you, or it’s something you’ve had your eye on for a while, you’ve got it
-He’s also super extra, like y’all know how wedding cakes are super big and beautiful and usually really intricate? Yeah so is your birthday cake. EVERY YEAR. but i mean are you really complaining?? It’s cAKE
-Takes you to the fanciest restaurant for dinner, and the two of you dress up for it
-(Yes, MC, you’re wearing the new dress/suit he got you)
-He’ll also try taking you to new and exotic places as a day trip to see all the sights and watch the gleam in your eyes as you learn the history of the place
-Always has the best wine, but on your birthday he pulls out the rare ones, just for you! (Or if you don’t do wine, he finds the best of whatever you like to drink)
-Not to mention you wake up with like 14 dozen rose bouquets strung around the house that morning, all holding a little note card expressing his love for you because he can be cute too, mc

*SAEYOUNG:
-We all know he’d wake you up by jumping on the bed and blowing that stupid little party blower in your ear until you chase him out of the room
-But chasing him is worth it because when you get to the living room there are so many loose balloons that you can’t see the floor
-Same goes with the ceiling, completely covered in balloons
-Saeran’s just sitting in a chair, in a party hat, looking completely uninterested, but still plays the party blower when you walk in. Saeyoung tries to hide behind him to avoid your wrath you arent a morning person, are you mc?
-The two of you spend a good while just throwing the loose balloons at each other over Saeran’s head who was not impressed, might i add
-HE MADE Y’ALL PLAY PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEY IT WAS SO CUTE
-Did you know you can get custom images printed onto your cakes? Because he made a collage of the STUPIDEST pictures he has of you and had it put on top
-PLUS IT WAS AN ICE CREAM CAKE. IT WAS AMAZING.
-Anything you want, he’ll get you. Just name it. You want a pet elephant? He’ll dO IT DON’T DOUBT HIM MC
-He’d probably take you out for a drive, too. You could feel the fresh air and just talk about anything and everything. It’s just really relaxing and he wants you to have a stress-free time

*SAERAN:
-What’s the point of celebrating another year of life in this shitty world now is NOT THE TIME MR. EDGELORD
-But for you…he could manage it
-He doesn’t go very hard at it though because he doesn’t see the real point
-He’ll get a small gift for you- something he saw and immediately thought of you
-He does get a small cake for you, but a freaking tub of ice cream
- ICE CREAM IS BETTER MC DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK
-Cuddles cuddles cuddles! He doesn’t hide his affection today! It’s all about you, he’ll put his insecurities away for a while
-He’ll moan and groan at the stupid Disney movies you put in, but suffer through them because the fact that you sing along is the CUTEST thing he’s ever seen are you sure it isn’t his birthday
-CUTIE ALERT: he cooks your favourite meal for you! He might have spent a few days trying to find the perfect way to make it, but HE MAKES IT
-He’s also spent all day pushing Saeyoung out of the room because he’s not about to let him ruin your relaxing birthday by bringing in some stupid little party games hes also smacked a party blower into the back of his throat at one point and you felt TERRIBLE but you couldnt help but laugh???

*ZEN
- you know his hoe ass is gonna try to go all out for you
- like he knows you you prefer lowkey but???
- the world needs to know his love for you
- but after the RFA members managed to talk him down from performing a flash mob, he realized he should respect your wishes
- so he struggles and struggles to come up with something that has a bit of flare but is still something you’d want
- and then he remember you one time mentioning you’d never really been on a trampoline before???
- hE KNOWS WHAT TO DO NOW
- on your birthday (exactly at midnight), he sings “happy birthday” and then hands you a cupcake up with a candle on it <3
- he had you fooled, you thought this was gonna be it for your birthday
- boy buddy ur in for a treat!
- when you wake up he immediately blindfolds
- you’re just like *sigh* “well at least he didn’t jump out of the cake this year”
- omfg when he takes off the blindfold though, you find yourself at a trampoline park??? And he invited your friends (including the RFA ofc) and family!!!
- He roped Jumin into getting the place to rent out the entire area to then!
- aND IT’S SO MUCH FUN???
- WHO KNEW JUMPING COULD BE THIS MUCH FUN
- wAIT THERE’S A ROCK CLIMBING? DODGEBALL? IS THAT A SLAM DUNK ARENA
- Zen didn’t think you’d love it this much but oh my god he’s so happy because you look so happy!!!
- and he finds that you and Saeyoung both love to push into the pit with all the foam cubes anD YOU TWO START TAG TEAMING
- maybe this was a bad idea after all
- but hearing your laugh was all he needed <3
- after that, you all head to a dessert place and you spend the rest of your birthday talking and laughing with the people most important to you with the love of your life right by your side <3

*JAEHEE
- you only really expected dinner at a restaurant and maybe cake because that’s just how you and jaehee are
- other people might think it’s underwhelming but honestly, what’s better than snuggling up to your s/o and feeling warm and cuddley on your birthday???
- but you’re surprised when you come home to a note that directs you to Seven’s house?
- and when you get there, there’s another note attached to a nerf gun
- “Happy Birthday, MC! The game starts as soon as you enter the house, every man for himself ~ Jaehee”
- yOU’RE SO EXCITED OMG YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HAVE A NERF WAR YYAAASSS
- it is all out WAR when you enter
- Zen is playing a defensive strategy, he may have shitty aim but hE CAN DODGE ANYTHING WITH HIS DANCER GRACE
- Jumin is already out, he lasted like three seconds he’s disappointed because he thought he’d win with his cat like reflexes
- Yoosung’s out too, he lasted much longer than Jumin but Saeyoung managed to trick him into thinking they were team and then Saeyoung shOT HIM EXECUTION STYLE
- V’S BLIND ASS TAKES OUT SAERAN LMAO
- Saeran is lowkey bitter; he steals V’s portion of birthday cake
- eventually it’s just down to you, Jaehee, and Saeyoung,,,
- aND YOU SACRIFICE YOURSELF
- IF YOU WEREN’T GONNA WIN, YOU SURE AS HELL WEREN’T GONNA LET SAEYOUNG WIN
- you run out in front of him and when he’s distracted by you, Jaehee shoots him!
- you laugh so hard when you see the look on his face bc he wasn’t expecting you to sacrifice yourself
- and then you give ya hot gf a kiss because hello, she’s a winner, she deserves all the kisses
- after that, you all head down to Saeyoung’s entertainment room and watch your favorite movies and eat cake <3
- everyone slowly falls asleep, and you’re cuddled up to jaehee and wondering what you did to get someone as amazing her in your life <3

*V
- honestly he’s such a hipster, he throws a birthday for u every year and it always has a theme???
- who does that smh
- this year???
- murder mYSTERY TRAIN THEME OMMMGG (A/N: 626 doesn’t know what she’s doing here, it’s probably all gonna be wrong)
- what’s new scooby doo wE’RE COMING AFTER YOU WE’RE GONNA SOLVE THAT MYSTERYYY
- V gets you a beautiful evening gown and hE MATCHES U  
- he makes sure the gang is ready too, there’s no way theyre gonna ruin it for u (we’re looking at u saran wrap, das right i’m calling u out)
- he takes sooo many pictures, you guys have to confiscate his camera cause hE WON’T STOP
- when you guys get there, it’s sooo much more interactive than you thought it was gonna be???
- you actually can’t tell who’s an actor and who isn’t?? They’re that good
- aND THEN THE OLD LADY WHO’S SITTING NEAR YOU DIES WTF
- you all have your own theories about who did it
- V think it was her husband because hello, it’s always someone the victim knew
- Jumin agrees but he’s also suspicious of the daughter
- Yoosung doesn’t know what to think he’s still traumatized from seeing a dead lady even if it was fake
- bUT IT’S ACTUALLY THE 20 SOMETHING YEAR OLD BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT SHE’S THE MISTRESS OF OLD LADY’S HUSBAND
- Surprisingly only Zen got it right???
- but he graciously gave you and V the prize since it a weekend getaway <3
- Pretty sure V threatened him but whatever
- After, you guys head back to yours and V’s place for cake and chilling <3
- you guys end up on the floor in one weird big cuddled mess but it’s so warm (saran wrap says he hates u guys but he’s a little close to Zen so) (okay in 626’s world the RFA is a bunch of cuddlers youguyscantstopme)
- u eventually get up tho and drag V to ur bedroom bc you wanna cuddle with him <3 (and you ignore Saeyoung wolf whistling in the background)