the guy was so polite as well

anonymous asked:

What is Thyme's temperament like? Do you think he'll be a calm adult?

I think he will mellow out a bit! He is pretty good at go-go-go-go but also if we stop…okay he still go-go-go-go for a bit, but he switches off well enough. I think as he gets older, he’ll get better at realising the distinction between “okay play time” and “knock it off guys it’s chilling time”.

He’s a bit of a headless idiot when he’s excited, which is annoying. Currently he has two forms of existence: flop and RUN. There’s this bit in the middle called “walk politely” that we are working on and he will eventually understand.

So yah he get’s overexcited and barks/pulls at times but he is just a pup still, i’m thinking it is likely he will grow out of it if I keep on repeating his training. He’s not high strung like Thistle, just a bit excitable.

I’ve been contemplating for several days something, and I’ve been trying to distill it into meaning, and put nice little bullet points on how this relates to things that have been bugging me about some common Discourses I’ve been seeing, but at the end, I only really have a story. So here, have a story.

About ten years ago, sometime in the eventful 2006-2007 George W. Bush-ruled hellscape of my identity development, I was just starting to figure out how I felt about my conservative upbringing (not great) and whether I was some brand of queer (probably, but too scared to think about what brand for too long). I was working as a server at a popular Italian-inspired sit-down restaurant that was the closest thing my tiny South Carolinian town had to “fancy” at the time but isn’t really fancy at all.

The host brought a party of four men to one of my tables. It was hard to tell their ages, but my guess is they were teenagers or in their early 20s in the 1980s. Mid-40s, at the time. It was standard to ask if anyone at the table was celebrating anything, so I did. They said they were business partners celebrating a great business deal and would like a bottle of wine.

It was a fairly busy night so I didn’t have a LOT of time to spend at their table, but they were nice guys. They were polite and friendly to me, they didn’t hit on me (as most men were prone to do – sometimes even in front of their girlfriends, a story I’ll tell later if anyone wants me to), and they were racking up a hell of a tab that was going to make my managers happy, so I checked on them as often as I could.

Toward the end of their second bottle of wine, as they were finishing their entrees, I stopped at the table and asked if they wanted any more drinks or dessert or coffee. They were well and truly tipsy by now, giggling, leaning back in their chairs – but so, so careful not to touch each other when anyone was near the table.

They’re all on the fence about dessert, so being a good server, I offered to bring out the dessert menu so they could glance it over and make a decision, “Since you’re celebrating.”

“She’s right!” one of the men said, far too emphatically for a conversation on dessert. “It’s your anniversary! You should get dessert!”

It was like a movie. The whole table went absolutely silent. The clank of silverware at the next table sounded supernaturally loud. Dean Martin warbled “That’s Amore” in some distorted alternate universe where the rest of the restaurant went on acting like this one tipsy man hadn’t just shattered their carefully crafted cover story and blurted out in the middle of a tiny, South Carolina town, surrounded by conservatives and rednecks, that they were gay men celebrating a relationship milestone. 

And I didn’t know what I was yet, but I knew I wasn’t an asshole, and I knew these men were family, and I felt their panic like a monster breathing down all our necks. It’s impossible to emphasize how palpably terrified they were, and how justified their terror was, and how much I wanted them to be happy.

So I did the only thing I knew to do. I said, “Congratulations! How many years?”

The man who’d spoken up burst into tears. His partner stood up and wrapped me in the tightest, warmest hug I’ve ever had – and I’ve never liked being touched by strangers, but this was different, and I hugged him back.

“Thank you,” he whispered, halfway to crying himself. “Thank you so much.”

When he finally let go of me and sat back down, they finally got around to telling me they were, in fact, two couples on a double date, and both celebrating anniversaries. Fifteen years for one of them, I think, and a few years off for the other. It’s hard to remember. It was a jumble of tears and laughter and trembling relief for all of us. They got more relaxed. They started holding hands – under the table, out of sight of anyone but me, but happy.

They did get dessert, and I spent more time at their table, letting them tell me stories about how they met and how they started dating and their lives together, and feeling this odd sense of belonging, like I’d just discovered a missing branch of my family.

When they finally left, all four of them took turns standing up and hugging me, and all four of them reached into their wallets to tip me. I tried to wave them off but they insisted, and the first man who’d hugged me handed me forty dollars and said, “Please. You are an angel. Please take this.”

After they left I hid in the bathroom and cried because I couldn’t process all my thoughts and feelings.

Fast forward to three days ago, when my own partner and I showed up to a dinner reservation at a fancy-casual restaurant to celebrate our fifth anniversary. The whole time I was getting ready to leave, there was a worry in the back of my mind. The internet web form had asked if the reservation was celebrating anything in particular, and I’d selected “Anniversary.” I stood in the bathroom blow-drying my hair, wondering what I would do if we showed up, two women, and the host or the server took one look at us and the “Anniversary” designation on our reservation and refused to serve us. It’s not as ubiquitous anymore, but we’re still in the south, and these things still happen. Eight years of progressive leadership is over, and we’ve got another conservative despot in office who’s emboldening assholes everywhere.

It was on my mind the whole fifteen minutes it took to drive there. I didn’t mention it to my partner because I didn’t want to cast a shadow over the occasion. More than that, I didn’t want to jinx us, superstitious bastard that I am.

We walked into the restaurant. I told the hostess we had a reservation, gave her my last name.

She looked at her screen, then looked back at us. She smiled, broadly and genuinely, and said, “Happy anniversary! Your table is right this way.”

Our server greeted us, said, “I heard you were celebrating!”

“It’s our anniversary,” Kellie said, and our server gasped, beaming.

“That’s great! Congratulations! How many years?”

And I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and I thought about those men at that restaurant ten years ago. I hope they’re still safe and happy, and I hope we all get the satisfaction of helping the world keep blooming into something that’s not so unrelentingly terrible all the time.

There’s a bit in Wonder Woman that I can’t stop thinking about. It’s the part where she walks towards General Ludendorff at the gala. He see her and starts walking in her direction as if to attack, then surges towards her and grabs her in a kind of dance hold. She’s stunned, frozen. It’s probably the only time in the film where Diana looks afraid. 

Why? 

Because she was attacked, but in a way she’s never encountered before. She’s been trained to handle “honest” attacks, where the attacker makes their intentions clear. But here she is attacked in the way women in this world are so often attacked. It’s an unwanted, unwelcome intrusion, a man putting his hands on her without her consent, intruding into her personal space in an aggressive, obtrusive, threatening manner. But to bystanders, they are simply dancing. She doesn’t know what to do. She’s trained her whole life to deal with honest, open attacks, but faced with the sneaky, faux-polite attack of this kind of man, she’s completely lost. 

I thought this was a great moment. It reflects the experiences of so many women so well. 

On a side note, I mentioned it to my (male) partner afterward, and he hadn’t even noticed Diana’s reaction in that moment. He’s a great guy and a good, kind person, but his obliviousness to her confusion and fear speaks volumes about the different experiences of men and women in our society. 

I’ve started thinking about male characters. Sort of.

I’ve been thinking about how some characters—ones who are almost archetypes—get distorted once they reach the pop culture canon. Right now the ones I’m thinking of are Sherlock Holmes and Captain Kirk.

Sherlock started as a guy with an incredible mind who didn’t know how to person very well but still cared very deeply about the disadvantaged and unprotected elements of society. He’s become a selfish manchild. There are variations of him—RDJ’s thrill seeker, House’s misanthrope, BC’s self-described sociopath—but it has no basis in the original. So why did we decide this was better? Why did we decide that a genius is above the rules of polite social interaction? What purpose does it serve?

Something similar has happened with Jim Kirk. I mean, watch the original show if you disagree. He’s intensely loyal, a creative thinker, a bright guy. He literally picks flowers on more than one planet. He’s read Milton. There’s basically no quicker way to anger him than to treat one of the women in his crew as second-class. He’s willing to show mercy to an opponent he’s defeated. But what’s his reputation in pop culture? A womanizer—which is just a different kind of selfish manchild.

I’m not saying that good stories can’t be told with these archetypes. I’m just saying that they don’t really resemble the original. Copy after copy gets less and less nuanced, till the original is completely foreign to these new versions even when they bear the same name.

And they’ve become so prevalent that there’s nothing interesting left in them.

French students harass and bully me for asking them to speak English in an English-taught class, so I get them expelled.

This happened a few years back in China, at one of the universities there. Here, I was studying Chinese language and I shared my language class with some people from France and Belgium (the French speaking part). Our Chinese teacher was a really nice little lady that happened to also speak French. So often, whenever the French speakers had a question, they would ask it in French. Now, I didn’t really mind it all that much but at some point, it got to the point where about half of the questions in the class were asked in a language I did not understand. Obviously that is detrimental to my own learning experience since understanding the questions is important for me to learn the language. So I politely asked them if we could just do the class in English because about half of us didn’t understand what was being asked.

Laoshi (the teacher) was very nice about it and afterwards, asked the students if they could rephrase their question in English when they asked it in French. But apparently the French and Belgian girls and guys didn’t take it so well. They were constantly glaring at me, and whispering among themselves in French. Well, I just shrugged and moved on.

However, outside of class they were always sticking together in their own little group, doing things together. At first they would just walk past me when I was sitting down having a beer with my friends, and they would simply glare. But at some point it came down to them cursing, talking shit about me to other students and spitting on my lap when I was sitting in the park. Obviously I was seething so I might have called them a few words which were a bit too unsavoury. Anyhow, they didn’t take it well.

So the next day, I found out that they scribbled all sorts of things on my dorm room. It said ‘肏你妈’ (basically: fuck your mother) and 'nazi’ (I don’t actually know why they put this one. I think they thought I was German, which I’m not). Obviously I was pissed, but I didn’t really know what to do so I reported it to the International Student Office. ISO was really nice and understanding, but told me they can’t actually do much unless I provide proof that something is happening.

Thus, I went on Taobao and and bought a little recording camera (looked a bit like a dashcam, it had the time and date and everything). After the university had painted my room door over (they couldn’t get the markers off apparently) I hung the camera up in a corner of our dorm corridor and pointed it at my door. Then I left and made sure to loop around a little bit to walk past the group of French/Belgians so that they knew I was leaving campus towards the metro station.

I had some nice dumpling soup and a beer and when I came back, look and behold! Once again they were hardly creative with their insults (just more of the same) but this time I had proof! I checked the video and I was very pleased: 5 out of 7 of the group were actually there, and all wrote down something on the door with permanent marker. One of the guys even kicked the door which caused a crack at the bottom (these doors were not very sturdy). They seemed to have a lot of fun doing it.

Now, of course the school was properly pissed when I showed them the video. Normally the students would just get a stern warning but because ISO was aware that they were doing it before, and also about the fact that they were harassing me all the time (I reported everything to them when it happened) they were less than understanding this time and suggested the board that had to decide on this (no idea what their name was, I couldn’t recognize their name in Hanzi) to expell the students.

And so they were. All of this took place over the course of a couple of months, so we were nearing the end of the semester. The five students who scribbled at my door got expelled just before their exams, which meant that all the time they spent at the university was effectively worthless since they did not receive any credits for it. But it gets even better. After this whole ordeal, I sent a neat (anonymous) letter in Chinese (one of my Chinese friends helped me write it) to the Public Security Bureau that these students had engaged in vandalism at our university. A few weeks later, after I had already returned home, I was told by a friend of mine who was on good terms with their group that some of them had booked tickets and hostels to travel in China at the end of the semester. However, their visa extension was denied by the Public Security Bureau on the basis of their misdemeanour at the university.

I’m not sure if the second part was caused because of my letter, or simply because the university informed the police, but I like to pretend that it was the former. So I was just laughing my ass off as they slaved away half a year in courses for which they would receive no credit, and had to cancel thousands worth of travel plans. That truly was a sweet, sweet feeling.

Can Conscious K-Pop Cross Over? BTS & BigHit Entertainment CEO ‘Hitman’ Bang on Taking America

On April 2, BTS played the fifth and final date of a sold-out U.S. arena run, performing to the shrieking fans who helped the group’s second full-length album, Wings, become the first K-pop project to crack the top 40 of the Billboard 200 in 2016. Since debuting in 2013, the seven-piece boy band has become a commercial behemoth in its native South Korea while continuing to make inroads within American pop culture. “Change,” an English-language hip-hop collaboration between BTS member Rap Monster and U.S. star Wale, was released three days before the kickoff of the stateside run.

“Change” touches on topics like voting rights and online harassment, while some of BTS’ biggest hits have addressed mental health. “Worldwide, our young generation shares the same issues socially and politically,” says BTS member Suga. Although K-pop music generally steers away from controversy, Rap Monster says that remaining outspoken “is important to us. And the bigger the voice we get, the more powerful our words become.”

A new BTS album is already underway and more U.S. dates might be on the way later this year. Bang Si Hyuk, the CEO and Executive Producer of label/management agency BigHit Entertainment who is better known as “Hitman” Bang, hints at “special features” designed for international listeners but thinks BTS will continue playing to its base.

“I’m not a believer in releasing full English songs to the U.S. market, like many K-pop artists have,” Bang tells Billboard in his first-ever interview with American press. “We must focus on what we do best as K-pop artists and producers and maybe add some special features to which international or U.S. music fans can feel attached. That is the best way for me to put K-pop into the mainstream U.S. music market and, in that regard, BTS will participate and perform in a way that is not much different from what they have been doing in the last three years. We’re adjusting and improving the way we do shows on the tour to meet the international or global level and expectations so that anyone, regardless of their culture and background, can enjoy BTS music and performances.”

Bang is sure to add that the group will be “very active and responsive in releasing new songs that would come out of collaborations with international artists, like 'Change.’” And, looking ahead, both the CEO and band see their most recent accomplishments as inspiration to achieve even more in the future.

“I’m so excited and thrilled at the response to the U.S. tour,” Bang says. “It’s still overwhelming and unbelievable at some point. I even further feel responsible for producing better music and production for fans around the world and I’d definitely think harder on what makes fans enthusiastic and passionate about BTS music and the band.” Meanwhile, the ambition within the group is perhaps best felt when member V winks that the group has “grander goals”; as if arena shows are just the beginning of what he and his band mates plan to accomplish around the world.

Below read on for an extended interview with BTS held before the tour kicked off. All member answers are taken via a translator except for Rap Monster.

With five arena shows, this tour is so huge and I think the main reason for that and why you guys are doing so well in America is because you sing about personal topics. Why is that so important to talk about in your music?

​Suga: Worldwide, our young generation shares the same issues socially and politically. I think that young people feel the same way about similar issues and BTS wants to cheer them up with our songs and talk about our feelings and social issues.

Rap Monster: These topics, like you said, they’re important, right? They should be told by someone. Someone should talk about it. And if someone should talk about it, then it feels like we have to talk about it. It’s very much an honor that we get power and attention from our fans them when we use our voices more. It’s important to us and the bigger the voice that we get, the more powerful that our words become.

These topics – loneliness, mental health, bullying – you don’t hear about in K-pop or even Korean culture much. Or, really, in American pop music either. Have you ever worried it might get a negative or opposite response?

​Suga: There are people who think negatively and there have been people who react negatively towards BTS’ music. But I think it’s way more important to make music with those issues because I think it’s important to encourage people to fight for those issues and, through the music, have a resolution for those issues. But I’m going to continue to talk about those issues through the music anyway. [Laughs]

Do you think K-pop needs to get more personal to gain a wider audience? Would you like to see that more in future?

Rap Monster: We still need some party songs, we still need some light love songs. I love to listen to them and feel the vibe from that. Everyone has their luggage and their shadows, but it’s up to everyone’s own [devices]. But we’re us. I think if we talk about it and if it gets more voice and attention, then maybe there are a lot of people in the world that accept us start to talk about those issues. I think that’s the change.

I thought “Spring Day” was a really big musical moment for you guys. Not only did it do really well on the charts, but this time you were showing a progression in thinking and a message of hope. The idea of recovering and winter moving to spring. Was that a conscious decision?

Rap Monster: It’s just like what you said, that was one step further. We’re always talking about the crises, the sorrows and youth’s feelings of getting lost. In many [television] programs, when we’d introduce our new album, I’d always talk about the word “recovery.” Like you said, it’s all about the recovery. Winter going to spring. The middle of the winter going to the spring. You got that.

​Suga: In addition to being what we are as BTS, we wanted to bring some changes and we actually wanted to evolve as a group. We wanted to show our many colors, but we still want to console others and give hope to others.

Something that was unique was all the solo songs on the Wings album. You’ve done mixtapes, but instead of full-fledged solo or unit releases, you got to show your different sides of yourselves. Why was that necessary?

Jin: The solo tracks were important because it was personal, an individual story and it was represented in the way that we are good at it. We worked a lot on each track and that’s why it was important to each of us.

Rap Monster: When I get questions about why is K-pop is so popular; I always tell them K-pop is like a great mix of music, videos, visuals, choreography, social media and real-life contents. Making the solo tracks on the album was quite a venture, but it’s connected to the concept. Like, when you watch the “I Need U” video, everyone has their own crises and characters. It’s kind of connected to our real personalities and characters, but the solo songs have their own characters and personalities. It’s all connected. It’s a mixture and that’s why people get interested in the concepts.

Speaking of solo songs, “Change” recently came out. Rap Monster, you and Wale are talking about different-but-similar issues when South Korea and America are both having interesting political times. Did you guys have a chance to discuss your different viewpoints?

Rap Monster: We didn’t have the time to get into it deeply, but I’m always watching the news about Trump and America; I always watch. When he first suggested a collaboration, I was like, “What should we do?” We could just do you know, a common hip-hop song, but I wanted to do a little more special. We have our political situation in Korea and the students are very angry. So, I think, if we talked about what’s going on, then we’ll have a real special collaboration. I think my guess was right and it became special.

Do you see or feel your influence among other groups in the industry?

​Jungkook: When we debuted back in 2013, we were influenced by our sunbaenim [Korean word for “senior”]. Over the years, as we watched other younger groups, we know they talk about us, they cover us and they follow us. I think they’re saying in interviews that they learned a lot from us and that makes us feel great. Being a sunbaenim, we want to be a good influence and be a better role model to other groups.

Last question, are you happy?

V: For now, we are very happy as we are, as a group, together. And I think we are happy because we are walking on the same path, walking the same direction. We wanted to get Daesang [Best of the Year award], but we have it already so our goal is to make great music, to share it with our fans.

Rap Monster: And a worldwide, stadium tour. That’s the goal.

V: We have grander goals.

© Jeff Benjamin @ Billboard

[translation] SMTOWN JAPAN OFFICIAL UPDATE 2017.08.18 - NCT

Johnny -> Chicago’s long legs. Chicago’s representative physicals!!
Taeyong -> A girl ♡ Dainty and must be treated with a lot of care ♡
Doyoung -> Broad shoulders! Cute guy with broad shoulders and he speaks well~
Jaehyun -> White! He does everything diligently. A cute boy with a fair skin~ ♡
Mark -> Hard-worker. No matter when he’s at full force!
Ten -> Happy. Even if he’s far away I get his happy energy. A cute boy whose smile is his charm
Jeno -> Very polite, good mannered, cool Jeno. Manliest of men ♡
Jisung -> Dancing Machine! The ever so free and my pace NCT’s maknae.
Chenle -> Mischievous kid. He’s mischievous no matter where he is.
Renjun -> Renjun who sings and dances well~ ^^
Haechan -> ☀︎ He’s not afraid of anything. A mood maker who listens well.
Winwin -> A fearless 9 year old. Cute ~~^^
Yuta -> YUTA. I love your comedy

Johnny’s ???????? please infer them yourselves..

Johnny -> Gentleman
Taeil -> An adult Crayon Shinchan
Doyoung -> My bro
Jaehyun -> My bro
Mark -> NCT’s swagger MARK!
Ten -> Dancing Machine
Jeno -> Our serious Jeno
Jisung -> Our maknae
Chenle -> Cute CHENLE!
Renjun -> Refreshing!
Haechan -> HAECHAN the Moodmaker who has become mature.
Winwin -> Innocent number 1
Yuta -> Friend from Osaka~

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RM, Wale ‘Change’

Our Namjoon is absolutely phenomenal. He’s addressed social justice issues, which are currently plaguing the world right now and guys- this is so bloody significant for an kpop idol to do. Things like politics and racism are not even spoken about on most entertainment shows especially with kpop idols. 

I’ll put good money on Namjoon being the type who actively follows political developments, both in Korea and abroad. He’s picked up on millennial conflict throughout the whole MV, and of course- props to Wale as well for supporting his artistry in this. 

Of course, let’s not forget how Yoongi also made subtle references to internal issues like mental health in his solo stuff too, which is equally just as important. 

For today though, Namjoon has done us a favour and exposed a little bit more about who he is, he’s woke guys- and that makes me so much more comfortable knowing he’s my bias who has such an open minded outlook and cares about the world. 

Considering how he aced social studies as well, I mean if there’s any part of his personality that I’m sure about- woke Joon is it. 

Expecto Patronum

Sooo I’m rereading OotP right now, and idk I just kinda thought of this, so I took the idea and ran with it. Not sure if it’s good or not lmao


As Harry walked into the Room of Requirement, he smiled and happily began setting up for that week’s DA meeting. He was really looking forward to this one, as was everyone else, because he was finally going to begin teaching them the Patronus Charm. Just as he had finished getting everything ready, there was a knock on the door, and Ron and Hermione quickly entered. It wasn’t long until everyone had arrived, and they could finally begin.

The meeting started out as they usually did. Everyone simply greeted each other, and once they had all settled down, Harry explained what they would be doing. At the mention of conjuring a patronus, there were murmurs of excitement going around the room. Just as Harry was about to begin giving instructions on how to do this difficult charm, there was another knock on the door.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged looks of apprehension. Everyone seemed to have the same thought in mind as the three of them: What if it’s Umbridge?

“If it were her, I don’t think she would be so polite as to simply knock,” Hermione muttered, attempting to quell everyone’s worry despite her own being very evident on her face.

Harry gave everyone a look that told them all to remain quiet as he cautiously approached the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, opening the door a crack, through which his eyes immediately spotted a shock of white-blond hair.

Harry slammed the door and turned to the group with wide eyes. Ron and Hermione rushed over to him.

“It’s Malfoy,” he said anxiously.

They all knew Malfoy was keen on getting anyone who wasn’t in Slytherin into trouble, especially those in Gryffindor, and would certainly stoop as low as working with Umbridge to do so.

“Did he see you?” Ron asked.

“I think so, but-” Harry was cut off by yet another knock.

Just like the first knock, it was not one of brute force that demanded entrance, but a polite knock, as if asking permission to come in.

“Maybe you should just…see what he wants?” Hermione suggested.

“Right, and land myself in detention, carving words into my hand for the rest of the year. No thanks, Hermione, I’ll pass.”

“Well you said that you think he saw you, so if what he wants is to rat you out to Umbridge, he would have done it already, but he’s still here.”

Harry looked around and saw that everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Fine. I’ll see what he wants. While I do that, you guys can all just pair up, and practice some of the stuff we worked on previously.”

They all hesitantly did as Harry asked, and Harry then turned back to the door. With a large sigh, he tugged it open and quickly stepped outside so Malfoy couldn’t see who else was in the room.

“What do you want?” Harry snapped, giving Malfoy a sharp glare.

Draco was slightly taken aback at Harry’s hostility, though it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“I wanted to join in on your meeting…”

Harry attempted to feign innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Draco rolled his eyes and snorted.

“Come off it, Potter. You act like you all do a good job of keeping it a secret, running around school muttering about meetings and spells together. It’s a wonder how Umbridge doesn’t know exactly what you’re all up to yet. I mean I knew she was quite dense, but come on.”

Harry just stared at Draco for a few moments. Maybe he was just waiting for Harry to confess so he could run and tell her.

Draco could clearly see what Harry was thinking.

“Look, I want to pass my OWLs just as much as you all do. My parents would have a right fit if I received anything less than an E on any of them. And speaking of my parents, well, as you know, my father isn’t exactly…morally correct. I know as well as you that Voldemort is on the rise again, and I’m not going to lie…I’m scared. I put on a show for my father of acting like I agree with Voldemort’s intentions, but I don’t. I want to learn how to defend myself, too, because when it comes down to it, Voldemort doesn’t care about blood status; if he doesn’t like you, it doesn’t matter if you’re pureblood or a mud- er…muggle born. He’ll kill you without a second thought.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. For whatever reason, maybe because Draco was giving him a look that made him feel something funny in his stomach, he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Fine, you can come in. But you’ll have to sign something.”

Harry figured that if Malfoy was just going to run and tell on them all afterwards, at least they would all have the small consolation of him having horrendous acne all over his face.

When the two of them stepped back into the Room of Requirement, everyone turned to stare at Malfoy, and then Harry with disbelief.

“Uhm…we have a new member,” he said awkwardly before grabbing the parchment with all of their signatures and having Malfoy sign.

Everyone eyed Draco skeptically, but said nothing.

“Right, now that that’s all settled, I guess we can get started on patronuses.”

Harry explained the incantation to them all: how to do it, what it’s used for, and how each is unique to the person casting it.

Harry then easily casted his patronus, a great stag erupting from the end of his wand, to demonstrate.

Everyone, especially Draco, Harry noticed, was staring at him in awe.

“So that’s really it. Just think of something really happy, and say the words. It seems quite easy, but don’t be discouraged if you don’t get it right away. It’s really advanced magic.”

They all had forgotten about Draco’s presence and quickly got into groups or pairs, excited to try the charm themselves.

Unsurprisingly, Draco was left without a partner, so Harry begrudgingly offered to work with him. 

Expecto Patronum,” Draco muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time, still without any effect. Harry was beginning to take pity on him. He knew how frustrating it was.

“You’re not thinking of a happy enough memory. Just take a break and try to think of something else while I go around and check on how everyone else is doing.”

Draco simply nodded and watched as Harry walked off to a different group, smiling at Luna Lovegood as she showed him her patronus that took the form of a hare.

Draco sighed and started to feel worse as he watched every other person in the room have a go at the charm. Even if they were unable to cast a clear, full patronus, they all at least had silver mist coming from their wands. Draco attempted the charm once more on his own, but nothing happened. No glorious animal and no silver mist; just utter disappointment. He couldn’t understand why this was so difficult for him, as he had never had trouble with the charms they performed in Defense Against the Dark Arts before.

After Harry had made his rounds, he returned to Draco.

“Ready to try again?” Harry asked cheerily, though he was unsure why. This was Malfoy he was talking to, after all.

“I guess so,” Draco grumbled before raising his wand and saying the words. To no surprise, nothing happened, and Draco rolled his eyes, annoyed with his own incompetence.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Are you sure you’re thinking of something happy?”

Draco shot him a glare but said nothing. He tried and failed a few more times before finally just giving up. Harry looked at him sympathetically, and was about to say something to him, but then he realized the time, and quickly rushed everyone out, assuring them that he’d let them know when their next meeting would be.

Harry hadn’t realized that there was still one person remaining in the room with him. When he turned and saw Draco still standing there, he jumped slightly.

“I just wanted to apologize…for wasting your time.”

Harry shook his head.

“You didn’t waste my time, Malfoy. The whole point of this is to help people learn proper defense. Today’s lesson was really difficult magic that some grown wizards cannot even perform.”

“Well, no one else seemed to have trouble with it.”

“They all knew what we would be doing at today’s meeting and probably read up on it a bit. It’s nothing to beat yourself up about.”

“I couldn’t even get that stupid silver mist to come out of my wand, Potter,” Draco spat.

“It’s okay, we’re going to keep working on it.”

“There’s no point in me even coming again. I’m obviously helpless.”

Harry rolled his eyes at how overdramatic Draco was being, but at the same time, he could see how much this was bothering him, and really wanted to help.

“Maybe it’s your wand movement. Here, watch me.” Harry quickly pulled out his wand and aimed it at nothing in particular. “Expecto Patronum.”

Draco watched, as the silver stag once again appeared. Harry let it trot around for a bit before pulling his wand away.

“Now you try.”

Harry watched as Draco prepared to try again.

“Stop,” he said as Draco began moving his arm. “You’re not starting the motion correctly.”

Harry moved behind Draco and put his hand around his wrist to reposition his arm. Draco blushed at the contact. Harry then helped Draco do the full motion.

After doing this a few times, Harry released Draco’s wrist and told him to try again. This time, a bit of silver mist shot from the end of Draco’s wand, and he quickly turned around excitedly to look at Harry, who was beaming at him.

“Did you see that?”

Harry chuckled.

“I did. See, you’re already making progress. You just have to be a bit more positive.”

Harry then took in Draco’s expression. He was sure this was the first time he had ever seen him smiling in a way that wasn’t sinister or sarcastic. The way his lips so easily curved up into that grin was lovely. Harry’s eyes focused on Draco’s lips for several moments, and he soon realized how close the two of them were to each other. Harry thought back to that funny feeling Draco had given him before, but this time, it was amplified. If before he had butterflies in his stomach, they were hippogriffs now. 

Harry smiled back and took a small step closer, nearly closing the distance between him and Draco, who was giving Harry a questioning look, but not moving away.

From the way Draco was gazing at him, Harry had a feeling Draco felt the same way he did. Without a second thought, Harry closed his eyes and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Draco’s.

It was a short kiss, but they both pulled away smiling, and before either of them could say or do anything else, Draco lifted his wand and, with confidence, shouted, “Expecto Patronum!”

Harry watched as something huge appeared. A magnificent, silver dragon flew about the room, and Harry couldn’t help but grin. He had never seen anything like it. He hadn’t even known it was possible to cast a dragon patronus.

After a while, Draco allowed the dragon to disappear, and he smiled at Harry.

“I guess I just needed something happier to think about.”

Harry blushed slightly but laughed.

“I guess so.”

Draco smiled slyly and leaned in to give Harry another quick kiss.

“I’ll remember that one for next time,” he said with a wink before turning and walking out of the Room of Requirement, looking forward to next week’s meeting.

Holding You Back (Smut)

A/N: I’m in Prague this week with a friend and I set this to upload on it’s own so hopefully it works. A little trigger warning towards the end.
Requested to write a smut about the videos of the boys playing billiard in Glasgow and using some vibes from There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back too.

Word count: 5,323

“I swear he’s looking at you again” Ollie grinned, smiling at me widely. He put a couple of bottles with liquor back on their place, not taking his friendly eyes of me.

“Who?” I asked, grabbing two more glasses from the counter. I poured vodka in them both first, then some red bull before putting ice in both glasses.

“The tall, dark-haired guy” he said, nodding in the direction of the billiard tables in the other end of the bar.

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Bill Denbrough: jealous?

Pairing: bill denbrough x reader (gender neutral)

Summary: When Bill had invited you to hang out with his friends, he expected you guys to all get along, but he didn’t expect you guys to get along THIS well.

A/N: this takes place after the 2017 movie

Warnings: Richie’s jokes and cursing

You and Bill had met when you and him were sat together in chemistry by chance. The class was awfully dull, but the both of you looked forward to it simply because you’d get to talk and laugh with the other. He decided that he wanted to hang out with you outside of school, and in a bold move, he asked you to hang out with his friends. Sure it wasn’t the boldest move ever, but you just seemed so out of his league, that to him it seemed like a a huge leap.

“I’d love to hang out with you Billy” you said with a smile, testing out his new nickname. The plan was to hang out at the quarry this Saturday, and you offered to bring snacks for the whole group so you wouldn’t be imposing. He told you that it was fine, but you insisted.

You’d been looking forward to it all week, though you wouldn’t admit it. You like Billy a whole lot and we’re super excited when he asked you to hang out. And so, on the warm Saturday morning, you had styled your hair, and dressed in a summery style with a dad hat on.

When you arrived at the quarry, the only other people there by that point were Mike and Beverly.

“Hey guys!” You said to the two, and gave them each a hug. You’d met both of them before, despite Mike not even going to your school. The three of you all talked until Richie, Eddie, Ben, and Stan arrived.

“Dang, when Bill said he’d invited someone I expected someone like Eddie’s mom, not this hottie!” Richie said when he saw you, and Eddie sighed from behind him.

“Hi (y/n)! How is freshman year treating you?” Eddie said politely. For the next 15 minutes, you guys sat around, and you wondered where Bill was. After all, the main reason you’d come was because you wanted to hang out with him.

“H-hi guys! He-hey (y/n)! What’s up!” He gave you a hug when he walked up. Beverly watched Bill, and although he looked excited to see everyone, she could tell that he was also a bit jealous that the boys had been getting along with (y/n) so well.

(Y/n) blushed slightly when Bill hugged them, and then turned to the rest of the loser’s club and your eyes widened slightly.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot! I brought bomb pops and coke for us all!” You exclaimed and held out your offerings to them all. When you all began eating and talking, some of Stan’s coke spilled on your lap, and you shrieked quietly as you felt your clothes grow wet and sticky from the soda.

“Oh jeez I’m so sorry!” Stan said, and without thinking, he grabbed a towel and began rubbing you down with the towel. You blushed slightly from how close Stan was to you, and from the contact. This didn’t go unnoticed to Bill, and he grew slightly upset. Of course, ever the people reader, Beverly noticed Bill’s reaction too.

“Hey, it’s okay!” Said Mike, “we’re about to go dive into the water anyways! It’ll just come right off!”

“D-d-dive?!” You said and stood up.

“Careful (y/n), you’re sounding like Bill.” Said Richie with a smirk. You smacked the back of his head for the joke and Bill smiled.

“I-is there a puh-problem (y-y/n)?” Bill asked you

“No… I’ve just heard stories about how people have died from diving into quarries and things like it…” you said hesitantly.

“It’s okay (y/n), we do it all the time!” Said Ben to you.

“I-I’ll jump-p in w-with you (y/n)!” Bill said and stood up beside you, trying to show off.

“Okay… I’ll jump in if you go with me Billie.” You said.

All 8 of you undressed to your underwear, and when bill caught sight of you, he blushed madly.

“HOOOOT DAMN (Y/N)!” Yelled Richie, who was already at the edge. You crossed your arms, and walked next to Bill, grabbing his hand.

“Ready?” You said with what Bill thought was possibly the cutest smirk ever.

“Y-yeah!” Bill said with a smile, reflecting your nervous feelings, except his were from holding your hand (and standing next to (y/n) in their undies).

The both of you jumped together directly after Ben and Mike did. As soon as you popped back up above the water, you let out a delighted scream and hugged Bill.

“that. Was. Awesome!” You said and then swam off.

Once everybody else had reached the bottom, the group decision to play Marco-polo was reached. Mike was Marco, and when he happened to catch you, the two of you splashed and giggled for a bit, much to Bill’s chagrin.

Chicken fights came after, and once again, you ended up with someone else. You were sat on Ben’s shoulders, and you kept leaning down to talk to him in between battles.

Then relays, you were paired with Beverly, and he two of you embraced and giggled after winning.

Then, Stan attempted to teach you how to float on your back, which led to him holding you to keep you from drowning as you learned to float. After he had finished teaching you, the two of you floated together for a while.

Bill was pretty beaten down by now. He felt like he was taking punch after punch until Beverly swam over to him.

“Just tell (y/n) that you like them.” She said to him. He glanced over at you and Eddie splashing eachother a laughing and sighed.

“I-I d-don’t think th-that they like m-me though.” He said with a slight frown.

“Come on Bill, just trust me!” Beverly said to him and elbowed him. She smiled to herself, knowing that she had already convinced him.

“O-okay” he sighed

Around 5 in the afternoon, you and the loser’s club got out of the water to dry off, and ate your bomb pops. You sit across from bill, and smile the. Stick out your tongue at him to show him that it’s turned blue and red from the popsicle. He smiles at the cute gesture, but it quickly falls from his face when Richie sits down next to you and puts his arm around you casually.

For him, it’s the final straw, and he gets up and storms to to the top of the quarry. You frown and get up yo follow him, yelling his name after him to no response.

You go and sit next to him, out of breath from running up the quarry.

“Billie what’s wrong?” You ask and lay your hand on is shoulder to comfort him.

“N-Nothing” he says and pushes your hand off of his shoulder.

“Are you sure about that? It just kind of seems like you’re upset at me for somethi-” you say with one eyebrow cocked.

“N-nothing’s Wr-wrong (y-y/n)!” He yells back

“Should I not have come today?” You ask quietly.

“N-no! Maybe I-I shouldn’t ha-have c-come today! That way ma-maybe you and R-Richie could have s-some more a-alone time! Or y-you and M-Mike! Or you an-and Eddie! Or y-you and St-Stan!” He said, getting louder the longer he shouted.

“Why are you saying this?” You ask him

“Be-because it seems li-like you want to be here w-with anyone b-but me!” He said quieter this time.

Realization dawned on you.

“Billy, are you jealous?” You said with a shy smirk.

“N-no.” He said, but his cheeks betrayed his words and turned bright red.

“Hey Billy… I like you too.” You say, grabbing his hand and give him a light peck on the cheek.

“R-really?” He smiled like an idiot

“Yes really.”

“HEY WILL YOU TWO FINISH UP YOUR QUICKIE AND GET BACK DOWN HERE!” Richie yells, ruining the perfect moment. You snort when you hear someone (probably Beverly) smack Richie in retaliation.

So, the two of you walk back down to the bottom of the quarry hand in hand, but not before Bill returns your earlier favor to him and kisses you on the cheek.

All Worked Up

Characters: Sam x Reader, Reader’s parents briefly

Warnings: Smutty Smut, a little bit of voyeurism but not REALLY, oral sex (male and female receiving) 

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: So, I after spending the afternoon yesterday talking about Jensen/Dean’s cock with @sis-tafics I proceeded to have a drug induced dream about getting caught by my parents sucking Sam off in the bedroom I grew up in. Upon telling her about it, she insisted that I write. Thanks to @impala-dreamer​ for helping convince me as well.  She filled me up with Sammy gifs and may have done a little begging herself. She also talked me out of a hole and convinced me to go ahead and share it with you. So, now I will tell you a story. Enjoy you crazy Sam girls. 

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Tumblr is a great place I feel to voice my concerns with my life, my career, the community, and more. It’s a place where I know a lot of my fans will never go, but the ones that are here are the most dedicated and supportive that I can have, and for that I am so greatful. So I just wanted to give a check in with you guys as recently, I’ve gone somewhat social media quiet. Well… I’ve gotten quieter.

Now I’m not very political nor do I enjoy being involved in politics or any situation there involved, but I will say something that eats away at me every day and that’s the current state of YouTube and how it harms it’s creators more and more. And while that’s not a very political statement, the current status quo of YouTube, the current popular trends, and the current popular creators makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t mean to call out any specific creators, because in my mind it’s not about any one person. It’s about the type of content that diminishes the entire point of YouTube by creating a certain culture that I can only describe as … anatagonistic culture. Creators purposefully attacking other youtubers, wither they be friends, family, or significant others only for the mere existence of boosting their careers. It’s a never ending spiral of negativity designed to fuel the careers of creators involved while reinforcing the idea to their audiences that “Hey - being an awful person will get you far, as long as you have a scandal to go along with it”.

I don’t blame them or shame them by any means - it’s in fact genius from the business stand point that I totally respect. But what it does for me is make me feel inadequate or stupid. Youtubers, no matter the size, friendship, or circumstance, will always compare each other to one another, and it sucks. It’s something I try my best to never do. But it’s very disheartening to make the content you want to make or the videos you really care about, only to see your content get pushed to the bottom of subscriber feeds because there’s MAD beef about so and so happening right now. At the end of the day, I think what bums me out isn’t that these people are more famous than me or my peers. But that there’s not really content there so much as it’s hype hit pieces for people to salivate at while the other portions of the community struggle with ad demonetization, content ID claims, subscriber feeds not working, and videos about Spider-Man sleeping with Elsa to make her have a baby while hold 15 fidget spinners dabbing while listening to Gangum Style but every time the word Gangum Style is said , the first 5 minutes of Bee Movie is played.

TL:DR -Jirard yells at cloud.

My silence on social media as of late, and really even my own Patreon, twitch, and Game wisp discord’s, comes from a place of not having the energy to voice my concerns. Mostly because there are worse things going on in the world other than youtube hypocrisy. But my silence does not mean I don’t appreciate you guys the fans. It’s the exact opposite. I appreciate every single one of you. I just don’t want to talk about what’s on my mind because talking about it makes me feel worse as a human being. It starts debates that never end well. It starts wars and protests. It’s all that shit. Besides - that’s why I have a therapist who can make fun of me when I overact when someone tells me to suck less ;P

In the end? Thank you for listening. Know that I love you, and I hope that you are doing well, each and every day. And while I don’t say this enough, you made a difference in my life, and that’s why I make videos every week - to continue to try and make a difference in yours.

Jirard

Kang Daniel Mafia AU

  • you’re a bartender at one of 101′s clubs
  • like the way it works is that 101 has connections/affiliations with various clubs and bars around town
  • and they’ll have conduct certain deals in the back rooms and stuff
  • or have it as pick-up center for arms/drugs
  • you’re aware that the bar you work for is a pick-up center for arms/drugs but you’re just a bartender so you don’t need to worry about that
  • technically you’re a member of 101 and you have the 101 tattoo on your hip, but your boss has never really dragged you into 101 affairs
  • you did get taught how to handle a gun and some pretty kick-ass self defense moves, since the job kind of requires it
  • one night, some higher-ups came to just check on the club
  • they seat themselves at the bar, guns out in the open like the fucking alpha males they are
  • and one of them orders drinks for the group
  • you’re serving them when one of them catches your hand and winks at you
  • “what’s a man gotta do to get your number?”
  • “you could leave me alone, cuz i’m on the job”
  • you shift back, letting your black tank top rise a bit to reveal your own gun tucked into your belt
  • he backed off after that, and the man sitting next to him laughed at that
  • after a little while, they all kind of filter to the back room, except for that one guy
  • not the guy who tried to hit on you, the one who laughed at him
  • the club isn’t too busy that night, so he strikes up a conversation with you as you’re cleaning out some shot glasses
  • he politely asks you for your name, age, etc
  • “euigeon, 20″
  • then he kind of hints at wondering why you’re involved in 101 at all
  • and you explain that one of your friends needed money and got involved in the club as a dancer
  • and the boss was kind and reasonable, and offered you a job as well
  • “there’s no way i could be a dancer, though, i don’t have the face for it”
  • daniel kind of tilted his head, staring at you in a way that made your heart race a bit 
  • “i think you have the face for it”
  • you feel yourself turning a bit red at that, not used to people giving you such a blunt compliment
  • the other guys he arrived with head out, so he as to go as well
  • “thanks for the chat, (y/n),” he said with a charming smile, “i look forward to our next talk”
  • you smiled back, watching him sweep off into the night, likely off to commit some unspeakable crime
  • “i wouldn’t mess with him if i were you” the other bartender warned you, setting down his glass of water
  • “why?” you turned to the bartender, crossing your arms
  • “that’s kang daniel” the other bartender retorted, before leaving to go get someone’s order
  • and you’re shocked that the nice guy who was chatting with you just moments earlier is kang daniel, the heir to 101, the man who single-handedly built up the mafia’s drug sector at the age of 17
  • two nights later, you’re mixing a drink for someone when you see daniel sit down a few seats down
  • “so, euigeon, huh?”
  • daniel smiled at you sheepishly
  • “i was surprised when you didn’t recognize me, but i didn’t want my reputation to keep you from being yourself.”
  • you shrugged, sliding his drink from last time over to him
  • “you have so little faith in me”
  • he just grinned, asking you how your shift had been so far
  • he starts coming to your shifts occasionally
  • every time he comes and talks to you, the other bartender who works your shift side-eyes you and gives you the look
  • /the disapproving look/
  • one night you were fixing the ice machine when several people came in, all clearly official 101 members
  • daniel was one of them, gaze intense as he looked around the bar
  • as they headed straight to the back room, daniel paused by you
  • “go home, (y/n)”
  • you watched them all go to the back room, a little confused, but you weren’t going to question it
  • while you’re working, you feel a headache come on and your body aches a lot
  • after telling your co-worker what you’d been told, you collected your things and took the bus home
  • the next morning, you were checking the news on your phone in the morning when you saw the headlines
  • “five murdered in hongdae bar last night; thought to be act of retribution in the organized crime underground”
  • and that’s why daniel told you to go home
  • when you go into work at the bar, you secretly hope that he’ll stop by during your shift so that you can make sure he’s okay
  • while you’re working, you feel a headache come on and your body aches a lot
  • the next morning when you wake up, you’re pretty sick, or you at least have terrible allergies, so you call your boss to let him know that you’re taking a sick day
  • you spend the day drinking tea and watching netflix
  • at 1 in the morning, someone rings your doorbell
  • you’re tempted not to answer it, but it rings like five more times
  • “open up, i’ll knock the door down if you don’t”
  • you scramble to open the door, and the physical activity makes you wheeze
  • daniel’s standing there, looking extremely alarmed
  • you look up at him in confusion
  • “why are you here?”…. “how do you know where i live?!”
  • he heaves a sigh of relief, yanking you into a hug
  • “you’re okay, i thought something happened to you”
  • you invite him inside and make tea before making him explain himself
  • “i’ve actually been following you home lately to make sure you get home safely,” he confessed, turning a bit red
  • “you’ve been doing WHAT?”
  • daniel fixed you with a look
  • “a smaller gang has been getting restless with 101 lately. one of the girls from one of our clubs got mugged just the other day, because they saw her tattoos”
  • “..right”
  • you’re still not too comfortable with him basically following you home, but you let him continue his explanation
  • “after last night, i was scared that they’d try to come after you,” he told you, taking a sip of tea
  • “why would a gang trying to pick a fight with 101 come after someone as unimportant as me?”
  • daniel’s lips quirked up into a smirk
  • “(y/n), you seem to be the only one on this planet who doesn’t see how much i care about you”
  • “what do you mean by that?”
  • daniel set his tea mug down carefully, looking across the table directly at you
  • “why would a rival gang want to kidnap you in order to get to me, (y/n)?”
  • “…. because i mix a mean margarita?”
  • daniel snorted
  • “no, dumbass, i like you”
  • you kind of just stare at him in confusion before sneezing really loudly
  • “why?”
  • daniel laughed at that 
  • “sometimes, things just happen. this was one of those things”
  • “i guess”
  • the two of you sit in silence again, staring at each other, but then daniel gets up
  • “you hungry? i can cook you food.”
  • “yeah”
  • you watch as he bustles around your kitchen, pulling seemingly random things out of your fridge
  • “you know, i still don’t understand why the heir to 101 would be interested in me” you mentioned quietly as he started chopping something up
  • daniel turned around so that he was facing you
  • “there’s something special about you, that i can’t really put my finger to.” 
  • you hummed in response, watching him turn back to his cooking
  • the next morning when you wake up, you find  like twelve morning texts from him
  • apparently when you weren’t paying attention, he put his contact into your phone
  • when you guys start dating, he puts you and your safety above anything else
  • dating you lets him be euigeon your charming boyfriend, not daniel the mafia heir
  • you fall in love with both sides of him, overprotective nature and all

anonymous asked:

Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕

Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grass
Or if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag

Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.

Anyways

 RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC

Yoosung

  • Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that
  • You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90
  • ‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands
  • want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)
  • its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘
  • You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you
  • Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile
  • His hands never moved so fast
  • ‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’
  • ‘fuck off’
  • Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had
  • But what he did have was his games
  • He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately
  • “Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”
  • It was over in minutes
  • Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base
  • Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after
  • hey man what the fuck
  • dude give me my shit back
  • fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please
  • dude please
  • Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”
  • In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile
  • It had been deleted
  • Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face
  • Until
  • “My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek
  • He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick

Jaehee

  • It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee
  • Ding.
  • Huh? New message.
  • Ding ding ding
  • You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app 
  • When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower
  • Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely
  • r u lonely to?
  • how about u be my valentine and we can go out??
  • You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”
  • come on babe
  • dont b like that
  • we can have fun
  • Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side
  • “Mc is everything alright?
  • “Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly
  • “Well your first problem is you apologized.” 
  • “Huh?”
  • Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”
  • “o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed
  • “Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower
  • She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it
  • Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you
  • ever

Zen

  • He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job
  • But when you get creepy mail from his followers
  • NO NO NO NO NO
  • You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address
  • One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them
  • “My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you
  • It was much creepier
  • It was a bunch of letters from some guy 
  • ‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’
  • The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.
  • You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender
  • “Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”
  • “I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”
  • “YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”
  • 20 mins later
  • He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough
  • “Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge
  • After a few minutes of silence
  • ..”I have an idea.”
  • Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”
  • Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe. 
  • He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course. 

Jumin

  • Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work
  • You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do
  • And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel
  • you look really nice in your profile picture
  • is that designer? man you got money to
  • you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?
  • You were appalled. 
  • “Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock. 
  • The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag
  • But nope
  • Same douchebag. Different site. 
  • why’d you block me? playing hard to get?
  • “How’d you find my profile?”
  • it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*
  • You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.
  • Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.
  • He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered. 
  • “Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.” 
  • “Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”
  • What
  • What do you mean
  • What guy
  • How
  • You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.
  • “Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”
  • You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon

Seven

  • You don’t even waste time
  • The second you get the first creepy message
  • hey hot stuff
  • You hand your phone to Seven
  • He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face
  • Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.
  • Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back
  • Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file 
  • It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.
  • “What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back
  • With a big smirk on his face:
  • “Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages  on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”
  • You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”
  • “You already did” He laughs
  • “Huh?”
  • “You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.
  • You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough
  • And you did
  • The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics
  • And all your app icons were selfies
  • And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker
  • “SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”

V

  • V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around
  • Ding
  • V looked to see your phone light up on the table 
  • “MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs
  • “Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back 
  • “Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture  “What in the world”
  • my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)
  • V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this 
  • ‘I dont’ He typed back.
  • awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out
  • No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board
  • playing hard to get? i like
  • V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”
  • there was no reply for a moment
  • my friend said this was a girl
  • I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away
  • There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection
  • With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation
  • He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep. 

Saeran

  • You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app
  • Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue
  • When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages
  • hey babe
  • hey
  • wanna be my valentine
  • i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either
  • we can keep each other company ;)
  • You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand
  • Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half
  • wow ur not very polite
  • “I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl
  • come on baby dont be like that
  • You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad
  • Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.” 
  • “Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”
  • Ding
  • Both your eyes shot back to the screen
  • so you’ll come see me ;)
  • Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting
  • Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head
  • He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.
  • After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.
  • “You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.
  • He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”
  • You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”
  • “Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”
  • You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.
  • ..
  • That night you were awoken to 
  • Dingdingdingdingding
  • You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app
  • Iuwefjkgl
  • ahfuoieqhwf
  • please helpfehofejijeqiue
  • …..
  • I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.
  • You knew immediately. 
  • Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text
  • All you got back was “:)” 

It is truly, truly astonishing how fucked up the American school system is. I see posts about it all the time on tumblr, but I’ve sort of been desensitized to it because my parents are both public school teachers and I’ve heard my share of horror stories from them.

But when my mother calls me and tells me she physically had trouble sleeping because of how another teacher treats students she teaches, that it’s weighing her down and making her chest ache, it reminds me again that so much needs to be changed.

Why must there be the pitting of administration against students? My mother is a 5th grade writing teacher at a public elementary school. She received an ‘exceeding expectations’ regard at her latest evaluation. She is one of the most compassionate people I know, and this translates in how she treats her students, as if they are her own kids. There is a particular teacher who is known to have been verbally abusive toward students, made students cry, made them feel worthless for years now. Over and over my mom and some of her friends at work have written multiple statements against him, have had students write statements against him. And nothing is ever done about it.

Apparently two days ago, according to my mother: this teacher forced a student out into the hallway when he was annoyed with him (something he apparently does often, and something that is not allowed). When the student knocked on the door after a while, one of the female students got up to answer the door. The teacher responded with an inordinate amount of rage, smashing the overhead projector in my mom’s classroom to bits, throwing a chair across the room, and proceeding to push the girl to the ground when she tried to go to the school office and get help. My mom says this student is pretty tough and can usually handle anything that comes her way, but she was reduced to tears when she was sent back to my mom. The entire class was upset by the ordeal and have had to write out statements saying what happened. My mom is trying her best to help them to structure their sentences well because a lot of them are ESL (English as a Second Language) students who have trouble with grammar.

The worst part is, the administration was originally defending this guy, assuming the students are in the wrong or are making things up. Of course this teacher denied everything, saying the girl “fell” when in reality he pushed her. My mom is telling me on the phone now how she came home crying and upset because her students are being put through all this and no one gives a shit. There are so much politics involved that administration are walking on eggshells and were going to continue to do so. That was until my mother walked up to the assistant principal and flat-out told her that if nothing was done about this guy she would keep calling and calling and calling–the police, the school department, whoever would listen.

No one should make a child feel this way. No one should make a teacher like my mother feel this helpless. It’s unfair. Children are literally crying and no one is fucking listening.

'Can Conscious K-Pop Cross Over? BTS & BigHit Entertainment CEO 'Hitman' Bang on Taking America (Interview by Jeff Benjamin)'

On April 2, BTS played the fifth and final date of a sold-out U.S. arena run, performing to the shrieking fans who helped the group’s second full-length album, Wings, become the first K-pop project to crack the top 40 of the Billboard 200 in 2016. Since debuting in 2013, the seven-piece boy band has become a commercial behemoth in its native South Korea while continuing to make inroads within American pop culture. “Change,” an English-language hip-hop collaboration between BTS member Rap Monster and U.S. star Wale, was released three days before the kickoff of the stateside run.

“Change” touches on topics like voting rights and online harassment, while some of BTS’ biggest hits have addressed mental health. “Worldwide, our young generation shares the same issues socially and politically,” says BTS member Suga. Although K-pop music generally steers away from controversy, Rap Monster says that remaining outspoken “is important to us. And the bigger the voice we get, the more powerful our words become.”

A new BTS album is already underway and more U.S. dates might be on the way later this year. Bang Si Hyuk, the CEO and Executive Producer of label/management agency BigHit Entertainment who is better known as “Hitman” Bang, hints at “special features” designed for international listeners but thinks BTS will continue playing to its base.

“I’m not a believer in releasing full English songs to the U.S. market, like many K-pop artists have,” Bang tells Billboard in his first-ever interview with American press. “We must focus on what we do best as K-pop artists and producers and maybe add some special features to which international or U.S. music fans can feel attached. That is the best way for me to put K-pop into the mainstream U.S. music market and, in that regard, BTS will participate and perform in a way that is not much different from what they have been doing in the last three years. We’re adjusting and improving the way we do shows on the tour to meet the international or global level and expectations so that anyone, regardless of their culture and background, can enjoy BTS music and performances.”

Bang is sure to add that the group will be “very active and responsive in releasing new songs that would come out of collaborations with international artists, like ‘Change.’” And, looking ahead, both the CEO and band see their most recent accomplishments as inspiration to achieve even more in the future.

“I’m so excited and thrilled at the response to the U.S. tour,” Bang says. “It’s still overwhelming and unbelievable at some point. I even further feel responsible for producing better music and production for fans around the world and I’d definitely think harder on what makes fans enthusiastic and passionate about BTS music and the band.” Meanwhile, the ambition within the group is perhaps best felt when member V winks that the group has “grander goals”; as if arena shows are just the beginning of what he and his band mates plan to accomplish around the world.

With five arena shows, this tour is so huge and I think the main reason for that and why you guys are doing so well in America is because you sing about personal topics. Why is that so important to talk about in your music?

​Suga: Worldwide, our young generation shares the same issues socially and politically. I think that young people feel the same way about similar issues and BTS wants to cheer them up with our songs and talk about our feelings and social issues.

Rap Monster: These topics, like you said, they’re important, right? They should be told by someone. Someone should talk about it. And if someone should talk about it, then it feels like we have to talk about it. It’s very much an honor that we get power and attention from our fans them when we use our voices more. It’s important to us and the bigger the voice that we get, the more powerful that our words become.

These topics – loneliness, mental health, bullying – you don’t hear about in K-pop or even Korean culture much. Or, really, in American pop music either. Have you ever worried it might get a negative or opposite response?

​Suga: There are people who think negatively and there have been people who react negatively towards BTS’ music. But I think it’s way more important to make music with those issues because I think it’s important to encourage people to fight for those issues and, through the music, have a resolution for those issues. But I’m going to continue to talk about those issues through the music anyway. [Laughs]

Do you think K-pop needs to get more personal to gain a wider audience? Would you like to see that more in future?

Rap Monster: We still need some party songs, we still need some light love songs. I love to listen to them and feel the vibe from that. Everyone has their luggage and their shadows, but it’s up to everyone’s own [devices]. But we’re us. I think if we talk about it and if it gets more voice and attention, then maybe there are a lot of people in the world that accept us start to talk about those issues. I think that’s the change.

I thought “Spring Day” was a really big musical moment for you guys. Not only did it do really well on the charts, but this time you were showing a progression in thinking and a message of hope. The idea of recovering and winter moving to spring. Was that a conscious decision?

Rap Monster: It’s just like what you said, that was one step further. We’re always talking about the crises, the sorrows and youth’s feelings of getting lost. In many [television] programs, when we’d introduce our new album, I’d always talk about the word “recovery.” Like you said, it’s all about the recovery. Winter going to spring. The middle of the winter going to the spring. You got that.

​Suga: In addition to being what we are as BTS, we wanted to bring some changes and we actually wanted to evolve as a group. We wanted to show our many colors, but we still want to console others and give hope to others.

Something that was unique was all the solo songs on the Wings album. You’ve done mixtapes, but instead of full-fledged solo or unit releases, you got to show your different sides of yourselves. Why was that necessary?

Jin: The solo tracks were important because it was personal, an individual story and it was represented in the way that we are good at it. We worked a lot on each track and that’s why it was important to each of us.

Rap Monster: When I get questions about why is K-pop is so popular; I always tell them K-pop is like a great mix of music, videos, visuals, choreography, social media and real-life contents. Making the solo tracks on the album was quite a venture, but it’s connected to the concept. Like, when you watch the “I Need U” video, everyone has their own crises and characters. It’s kind of connected to our real personalities and characters, but the solo songs have their own characters and personalities. It’s all connected. It’s a mixture and that’s why people get interested in the concepts.

Speaking of solo songs, “Change” recently came out. Rap Monster, you and Wale are talking about different-but-similar issues when South Korea and America are both having interesting political times. Did you guys have a chance to discuss your different viewpoints?

Rap Monster: We didn’t have the time to get into it deeply, but I’m always watching the news about Trump and America; I always watch. When he first suggested a collaboration, I was like, “What should we do?” We could just do you know, a common hip-hop song, but I wanted to do a little more special. We have our political situation in Korea and the students are very angry. So, I think, if we talked about what’s going on, then we’ll have a real special collaboration. I think my guess was right and it became special.

Do you see or feel your influence among other groups in the industry?

​Jungkook: When we debuted back in 2013, we were influenced by our sunbaenim [Korean word for “senior”]. Over the years, as we watched other younger groups, we know they talk about us, they cover us and they follow us. I think they’re saying in interviews that they learned a lot from us and that makes us feel great. Being a sunbaenim, we want to be a good influence and be a better role model to other groups.

Last question, are you happy?

V: For now, we are very happy as we are, as a group, together. And I think we are happy because we are walking on the same path, walking the same direction. We wanted to get Daesang [Best of the Year award], but we have it already so our goal is to make great music, to share it with our fans.

Rap Monster: And a worldwide, stadium tour. That’s the goal.

V: We have grander goals.

prompt #10 (Derek Hale)

10.“so why did you punch him again?” Requested by @keepcalm-and-beyou

Originally posted by stilessderek

“so are you free tomorrow night?” Jackson asked from behind me.

I closed my locker door, taking in a deep breath. This has been going on for about three days now. Jackson Whittemore has suddenly taken an interest in me. Personally I think it’s just to get under my brothers skin. Could you imagine Stiles’ face if I told him I was going on a date with Jackson?

“sorry, busy.” I said walking past him with my books.

Suddenly the books are taken from my arms

“well what about Saturday?” Jackson asks carrying my books.

“uh you know what I think i’m busy then too.” I said trying to get my books back.

“busy doing what?” Jackson said rolling his eyes.

“I uh have to vacuum my room.” I said mentally slapping myself.

Jackson gave me an are you serious look.

“well that and other chores.” I said quickly recovering.

“well what about Sunday.” Jackson said stopping in front of me.

Damn this kid just doesn’t give up.

“Jackson, I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Aren’t you and Lydia together anyways?” I said trying to go around him.

He reached a hand out stopping me.

“No. Lydia and I aren’t together. It’s one date y/n what could possibly go wrong?” Jackson said giving his signature smile.

I mentally laughed at that phrase what could possibly go wrong. Since learning about the supernatural I now knew that something could and always would go wrong but Jackson didn’t know about any of that.

“well I’d have to spend a whole night with you.” I said grabbing my books from his hands.

Jackson stood there shocked. I took that time to brush past him and walk out the doors of our high school. It didn’t last long because Jackson quickly caught up with me. I groaned, throwing my head back in frustration.  

“who wouldn’t want to spend the night with me? I’m Jackson freaking Whittemore.” He said putting his hands on his hips like a pissed off female.

I was thankful when a familiar black mustang pulled up in front of the school.

“get in.” Derek said rolling down his window.

I went to get in but Jackson grabbed my arm making me drop my books.

“do you know this guy?" Jackson asked glaring at Derek.  

"yeah he’s my uh boyfriend.” I said scratching the back of my neck nervously and mentally facepalming myself.

I silently prayed Derek didn’t hear me.

“this guy.” Jackson said scoffing.

Derek now got out of the car picking up my books.

“we need to go.” He growled throwing my books in the backseat.

“don’t tell her what to do.” Jackson said pulling me behind him.

Oh boy he’s pushing it now.

“excuse me?” Derek said scoffing.

I quickly ran in front of Jackson and got in between the two boys.

“well this was a great little first meeting but uh Derek and I have somewhere to be so Jackson thanks for the date offer but I’ll have to politely decline.” I said grabbing Derek’s hand to drag him to the car.

but of course Jackson being well Jackson, had to get the last word.

“whatever its your loss, have fun with your boyfriend.” Jackson said crossing his arms over his chest.

I groaned hoping he wouldn’t say the b-word. I grabbed Derek's hand and started to pull him away again but Derek turned back around punching Jackson right in the face. Jackson stumbled back holding his now bloody nose.

“lets go.” Derek said getting in the drivers seat.

I looked at Jackson once more before hopping in the passenger seat. Derek sped off, the school now just becoming something in the distance. I looked at Derek cautiously. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Derek.” I said placing my hand on his.

He looked at me taking his eyes off the road. He pulled the car over taking some deep breaths. I didn’t know why he was so angry right now.

“who was that idiot?” Derek finally asked looking me in the eyes.

“Jackson freaking Whittemore.” I said quoting Jackson from earlier.

“He’s very annoying.” Derek said.

“tell me about it.” I scoffed.

There was an awkward silence that filled the car.

“boyfriend?” Derek said raising his eyebrows.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

“that was the only way to keep him from asking me out again.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

Derek laughed at me making my cheeks heat up once again. 

so why did you punch him again?” I asked making Derek stop laughing and look at me.

I swear for a second I thought I saw his cheeks turn pink. Derek was silent.

“were you jealous?” I said laughing at him this time.

“I told you he’s annoying.” Derek said returning to his stoic manner.

“whatever you say Derek Hale.” I said rolling my eyes.

There was another awkward silence that filled the car.

“but if he asks you out again, tell him i’ll kick his ass.” Derek said starting the car and pulling away.

prompt from: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/161065686187/teen-wolf-imagine-prompts

requests still closed. I’m working hard on all my requests now!

IN PREPARATION FOR THE YULE BALL [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “18 + 22 with Draco Malfoy plz?” — by @harley-with-gegs-quinn

a/n: again, let’s pretend they’re not 14-year-olds in this imagine lol

18. “Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.”
22. “Out of all the possible people, why you?”

PART 2

Masterlist + Request here! 

    Everyone was staring at Professor McGonagall either like she was a gift from the heavens or was giving them another load of heavy school work. You admit that you were one of few students who were looking at her admirably, not even lying that you were looking forward for this Yule Ball that she was speaking of in accordance with the Triwizard Tournament.

    Supposedly, it was Professor Snape who was to explain the details since he was the head of your house, but because he had ‘something else much more important to attend to’, it was the Transfiguration teacher who volunteered to explain.

    “Y/L/N.” a familiar drawling voice said all of the sudden, and despite the fact that the boys and girls weren’t sitting with each other — the girls on the left, the boys on the right, while there was a huge space in the middle where Professor McGonagall was still explaining — Draco managed to stand beside you with a smug look on his face.

    “Malfoy.” you copied his tone, not even looking at him.

    “Bet no one has asked you yet, huh, Y/L/N?” he snickered. “Wouldn’t blame them, to be honest. Who would want to go out with you when they can bring a better date?”

     You flickered your eyes to him and glared. “Funny for you to say that, Malfoy. Since rumor has it that you’re taking Parkinson.”

    He sneered. “At least, I get to take someone. Unlike you.”

    “How are you so sure that no has asked me yet? You know, if you keep on making assumptions like that, you might as well replace Professor Trelawney.”

    You weren’t lying about your statement, of course, but it didn’t mean that you already had a date. Even though there have been various boys gaining up the courage in attempt to bring you to Yule Ball with them, you have declined all of them politely. Why? You weren’t sure yourself.

    “Oh, is that so? Who’s the miserable guy then?” asked Draco.

    You crossed your arms. “I don’t know why I should tell you.”

    He grinned abruptly. “You’re lying. It’s obvious that you are since you’re not telling me.”

    “Believe what you want to believe, but I’m still not telling you.”

    The two of you glared at each other as if having a staring contest, seeing who would break away first. No one did though, both driven by pride, that it was Professor McGonagall who successfully broke your disgusted gazes on each other when she abruptly spoke.

     "Ah, Miss Y/L/N and Mr Malfoy, as it seems that you are the only two left, you’ll be partners.“ she held your wrists, dragging you two to the dance floor where many students were already awkwardly dancing with each other.

    It took you a minute to realize that bickering with Draco a while ago prevented you from listening to the teacher’s instruction to pick a partner and practice with them in dancing. Professor McGonagall was no woman to question so the both of you just stood there with your jaws hanging in protest, the said professor moving on to another pair.

    Draco furrowed his eyebrows. ”Out of all the possible people, why you?“ he demanded, composing himself much quicker than you did.

    "This is all your fault.” you gritted your teeth. “If you weren’t such an obnoxious scumbag, this wouldn’t have happened.”

    “Typical of you, Y/L/N. You’re blaming someone else for your own stupid mistakes.”

    “Well, what can I say? I got it from you.” you scowled.

    “Y/L/N, Malfoy! What are you two doing? Oh my goodness, you’re still not even in positions.” Professor McGonagall had returned to your post.

    Suddenly, she grabbed one of Draco’s hands and placed them firmly on your waist before taking another one of yours and putting it on Draco’s shoulder.

    “There. Now —” she literally forced both of your free hands to hold each other —"follow the beat of the music and dance with each step at a time.“

    You huffed a breath just as the professor leaves once again, now approaching Goyle and Pansy whose eyes were sending daggers at your direction, clearly annoyed that you were dancing with the person she liked.

    "Watch it, Y/L/N.” you heard Draco hiss that made you look at him and realize that you had stepped on his foot.

    You gave him a sarcastic smile. “Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.

    “I do, and it’d be great if my feet weren’t swollen on the night of the dance itself.” he retorted.

    After that, it seemed that you and Draco had ran out of insults to say, for neither one of you bothered to say a word while dancing slowly and unwillingly with each other. You were actually quite surprised as the song continued and found yourself being led by Draco, who was a fine dancer himself.

    You oddly stared at him.

    “How do you know how to dance?” you couldn’t help but ask, gaining his attention from the floor.

    It was the first time he answered you in a serious manner for the day that you made it a point to listen carefully.

    “Father gets invited to a lot of fancy parties and balls. Obviously, as his son, I needed to learn if I didn’t want to just stay in the corner and sulk.”

    He suddenly twirled you around and brought you back a little bit closer than before, making you gulp. Draco noticed this and smirked.

    “Nervous, Y/L/N?” said Draco in a low voice.

    “No.” you denied immediately, even though your heart was already leaping out of your chest.

    “Sure, sure.” he chuckled and abruptly dipped you down, catching you off guard once again.

    The hold you had on his shoulder tightened, as well as the grip that you had on his hand. Draco was amused by your lack of skills that when he lifted you back up, he stopped leading for a moment to look at you closely.

    “Do you really have a date already?”

    You were taken back by his question. “Why are you so interested in knowing?”

    Draco shrugged and continued to dance, bringing you along the beat. “Because I’m not taking Parkinson and —”

    You widened your eyes. “And you’re asking me?”

    He cleared his throat. “Well, you proved that you’re not the worst out there, and really I’ve been meaning to ask you since earlier but … if you don’t want, I can find somebody else.”

    “You have a knack of trying to ask someone to the dance.” you sarcastically said.

    “Yeah, I’ve been told.” he returned a sarcastic smile.

     You sighed. “Uh — okay, I’ll go with you. If you’d stop being a git, that is.”

     "No promises.“ Draco grinned and once more, spun you around, pulling you back with only little space to spare between your faces.

Hidden || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

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Summary: Jack isn’t in a rush to introduce the boys to his girlfriend, and so they come up with a ‘masterplan’ that really just involved Joe doing all the work. 

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this, I hope you like it love xo




It was common knowledge that Jack was seeing someone. He didn’t exactly keep it a secret from the boys, often throwing on his coat midway through the day or night and muttering something about going to (Y/N)’s and simply disappearing for a good few hours before any of them would hear from him again.

Conor ended up meeting the mystery girl after just a few weeks, having walked into Jack’s apartment one day to find her stood in the kitchen in just her underwear. As far as first impressions went, he was sure he’d never forget that one.

Though even after a good few months, the rest of the buttercreams had absolutely no clue who this girl was. Her Instagram was private, as was her Twitter - and no matter how much they tried to bribe Conor into leaking information to them: the oldest Maynard was stubborn when it came to his brother’s private life.

They had a vague idea of the type of person she was, or atleast what they’d managed to piece together from the little trinkets and blurry polaroids of hers that they’d found littered around Jack’s apartment. She obviously enjoyed photography, and art, seeing as they’d found more than a few paintbrushes on the side of Jack’s sink on multiple occasions.

But when three months passed, they started to wonder whether they’d ever actually get to meet the mystery girl. It obviously wasn’t one of Jack’s main priorities, and they could tell that he wasn’t exactly pressing the issue. They were all growing more and more impatient by the second. 

The day Conor returned home with a beautiful, yet huge, henna all the way down his arm and a wide smile on his face - was the day that their resolves cracked. This girl was slowly becoming a huge part of both of the Maynards’ lives, and they wanted in on it.

So, they gathered around in Caspar’s flat one day, when Conor and Jack were both too busy to hang out; and they came up with a masterplan. First, Joe would refuse to leave Jack’s apartment and insist on sleeping there because it was too late to Uber home. If she was to turn up, he was to report back to the rest of the boys immediately.

Plan B was to have Mikey beg Jack to meet her, which wouldn’t be too suspicious seeing as they’d been friends since secondary school. But seeing as they knew how shit Mikey was at acting, they all had their toes crossed that Plan B wouldn’t have to be put into action.

As always, Joe and the rest of the boys had spent their Thursday sat in Jack’s living room watching the footy and filming a few videos whenever they could pluck up the courage to pause the game. Eventually it reached nine pm and everyone started to leave, each winking slyly at Joe as they did so.

At half past ten, Joe was the only remaining guest, and by the way he was snuggled down under the duvet on the fold out sofa, Jack could tell that he wasn’t prepared to leave anytime soon. And so, he ordered dinner for three, instead of just him and (Y/N), and acted as if nothing was going on as he slumped back onto the loveseat to watch whatever Joe had chosen to put on.

“So, mate, tell me more about this girlfriend of yours.” Joe says, his eyes moving down the room so that they were looking at Jack, who had a knowing smirk on his face but hid it well. “Is she hot?”

“Yup.” His reply was purposefully short, a bid to annoy the self-proclaimed guest - and it seemed to work perfectly, as within seconds Joe’s face was scrunched up in annoyance and he was holding himself back from glaring at the younger Maynard brother.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, until there was a knock on the door and Joe turned to look at the younger boy with a confused frown. “How the hell did the food guy get into the building?”

Jack snorts and rolls his eyes. “You’re such an idiot.” Throwing his head back, he clears his throat and lifts his arm. “It’s open babe!”

Joe’s eyes widen in shock and his head turns sharply toward Jack, who sits there with a smug smirk on his face as his girlfriend walked into his apartment with a tired sigh and shrugged off her jacket and bag; not yet realising that there was anyone but her boyfriend there. “The food guy needs you to buzz him in, I said I’d take the food but I didn’t have the order num-” she freezes when she walks into the living room and her eyes fall upon Joe, but a smile quickly grows on her face and she waves a little. “So that’s why it looked like you’d ordered so much.”

Jack nods, jumping up from the couch and kissing her on the cheek before jogging over to the intercom and buzzing the delivery guy in. Returning to his girlfriends side, Jack wraps his arm around her waist and looks down into her eyes with a smile. “Hi gorgeous.”

“Hi.” She breathes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a quick kiss before lightly pushing him away and gesturing toward Joe politely. “You’re Joe, right?” The youngest Sugg nods and sits up a little. “Well, I’m (Y/N).”

He smiles back, but can’t help feel slightly nervous around the girl he’d been dying to meet for a good month. “Pretty name.”

Jack smirks and glances down at the girl under his arm, who looked up to meet his gaze strategically. “A pretty name for a pretty face.”

When there’s a knock on the door, she steps out of his arms and smiles at them both a little. “I’m gonna go get the food, why don’t you guys get some plates and shit?”

Joe nods silently and watches as she leaves the room, before turning to stare up at Jack with wide eyes, only to be met with a smug smirk and a wink. “Oh trust me, by the time tonight’s over, you’ll be as smitten as Conor is.”