this didn't turn out how i wanted it to but whatever

Accurate first impressions of Kpop groups
  • <p> <b>Super Junior:</b> "so many members??? so many sub-groups/units??? suju is literally every other kpop groups' dads. been in the game for so long and still run kpop. Trendsetters. Legendary. all of them are MCs. Why aren't they running SM by themselves???"<p/><b>BigBang:</b> "badass!! cars!!! sad?? emo??? party!!!! every group looks up to them and admires them.....your fave's faves. weird dancing(?) but they're always lit. it's always a bigbang concert whenever they perform. why is that one guy so tall? that one guy is popular in Japan!!! the difference between Jiyong & G-dragon is scary."<p/><b>SHINee:</b> "it feels like everyone has solo projects and they probably get together only for Christmas or to get turnt up. are they Japanese?? i think those 2 short guys are dating idk. wtf why is he called tofu....why is he called bling bling.......WTF IS A DIBIDIBIDIBI-"<p/><b>Infinite:</b> "wow they dance so in sync w/ each other. probably heard their catchy af songs before really diving into the fandom. created the scorpion dance, how epic. they just seem so real?? like they're brothers??? is that one a girl or a boy??<p/><b>VIXX:</b> "so tall. so violent. so shippable w/ everyone. pretty sure they have a confirmed gay sub-unit?? their maknae likes to bully them. jellyfish doesn't deserve them. so.....they're vampires, voodoo dolls, 8 year old kids, video game characters, Greek gods....what can't this group do????"<p/><b>BTOB:</b> "everyone knows about their reputation, they're wild af. hella tiny compared to normal human beings. i was blinded when looking @ that guy's smile he's an angel sent from heaven. their songs either make you wanna cry into your pillow or join a high school musical is2g."<p/><b>EXO:</b> "they seem kinda scary/intimidating bc SM won't let them fangirl. everyone's an exo fangirl and fanboy on the inside. iM crEEPin iN Ur HeARt BAbE. they literally glow on stage??? are they still wolves???? do they still have superpowers??? who is Chinese and who is Korean??? i thought there were 12....."<p/><b>B.A.P:</b> "so are they best absolute perfect or are they called rice? weird aliens/rabbits is a concept i never knew i needed. they sued their company together but there's always one guy who kills them all? why??? everyone who talks about b.a.p wants to skydive i'm so confused. so is that hot guy w/ the deep ass voice actually their grandfather??"<p/><b>Got7:</b> "so many different races in 1 group i'm living. bruh their dorms must be so wild, how are they raising a dog??? rapline is kinda weak........they could still get it tho. all of them have such vibrant personalities MUST. RESIST. STANNING. their second name is dab7? i don't know them."<p/><b>Seventeen:</b> "ok joke's on us, we all thought we couldn't remember exo's names but shitballs, seventeen exists. wow they seem so fun to be around, i want to be their friend. their leader must have approximately 8.9 breakdowns everyday. how are they always so happy??? they're legit stranded on an island ffs. dino is 100% their real baby."<p/><b>Monsta X:</b> "so THAT'S the member that everyone loves bc he's such a meme. do they always remix their songs when performing??? they're so lit???? i'm still confused as to why this group doesn't have a first win. came to check them out bc of got7 and wasn't disappointed."<p/><b>Day6:</b> "lmao that famous guy from twitter is in a kpop group???? why does it feel like JYP is just letting them run around the company and do whatever they want at this point....does JYP even know they exist?? their songs make you wanna hit up your nonexistent ex *jams sadly*. who's bob???"<p/><b>iKon:</b> "they shouldn't be the next bigbang or the next anything, they're low-key doing amazing already. bad first impressions always turn into good ones when yall take the time to know them. they literally have their own anthem??? what's a visual i only know ikon."<p/><b>NCT:</b> "there SM goes again, tempting us w/ new groups but depriving us of comebacks. how is taeyong supposed to hold the fort down when he has 40 kids he hasn't even met yet?? they're exo's biggest fanboys, everyone needs to stan them asap. if they didn't look and sound so good, i'd sue SM for dressing them like they're homeless. the dreamies are so spoiled by the hyungs and their company. MY CHILDREN????"<p/></p>
Dear Strange Man on the Train,

At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.

At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”

This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?

“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.

Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.

I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”

At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.

Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”

Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.

So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.

But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”

“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’

“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.

10

When I started Stargate, I got the part, I was sooothrilled to have this incredible character, to be playing someone in the military and I had so much respect, to be playing someone who’s so smart and so liberated and… I thought, “Yes!”

I had two weeks to move from Toronto to Vancouver. I flew out there, I had my first wardrobe fitting. And one of the things that was in… the thing that was in the wardrobe room was a very low-cut tank top and a push-up bra…

And I turned to the costume designer - whom I’ve worked with since, who’s wonderful - and I said, “What… What is this?”
And she said “Well, they wanna see what you look like in it.”
And I said, “…but this… nobody in the military, no captain in the US airforce would wear this… while her male counterparts are wearing crew neck T-shirts and… I c… I… I can’t do it!”
And she said, “Well, they just wanna see what you look like and take a picture and…”

I was like “…”

And I panicked because I thought I have just been given this amazing opportunity - I didn’t know it would last 10 years but I knew it was gonna be a kick-ass show - and I was like… “I can’t do it…”

And I started to cry and I said, “You have to go upstairs and tell them I’m not doing it. And if it means that they recast the part then recast the part but you’ve cast a smart woman and you’ve cast somebody who’s never tried to get a job based on her looks or her body. I’ve always played strong, smart women, I… I can’t do it. So if they wanna recast the part I totally get it but I’m not playing that version of this character.”

But I’m saying this while I’m blubbering because I’m suffering that I’ve just lost maybe the best job of my career…

And so she said, “Okay” and I said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ve never been difficult, I don’t… but I can’t do that!”

So she went upstairs and she came back down and she said, “Okay, no problem.”
And I said, “Okay, so what’s my costume?”
And she said, “Well…”
And I said, “Just… What are the guys wearing?”

So she handed me a black T-Shirt and the BDUs, which is what my character would wear in the field with her male counterparts, and that’s where we went from there.

But that to me was the defining moment of…

And I still cry about it because I still remember that young woman on the verge of breaking into the… new something big, being petrified that she was gonna loose it, but… I knew that I couldn’t play the TNA version of Sam Carter.

And to the powers-that-be, great credit, I don’t think that it was Brad or Jonathan or Rob or any of those guys who were asking for it, I think it might have been, you know, much higher up.
But to their great credit they were like, “No, absolutely not. She’s… okay, whatever she’s comfortable in.”

And… thank God that they went that route.
But that was… that was one of the defining moments.

~ Amanda Tapping ~
Shore Leave 2013

anonymous asked:

[whispers] soulmate au where you can steven universe style fuse with your soulmate(s)

*star eyes* Oh my gosh I love this idea!

So.

  • Everyone is born with a gem/precious stone (or sometimes a metal or mineral that wouldn’t normally be considered a gemstone) somewhere on their body. This isn’t a full-on gemsona situation, but gemstones as this AU’s soulmark equivalent.
  • There’s a hereditary component to what gem you get, but it’s not simple inheritance. (i.e. You have a higher probability of having the same gem as one of your parents, and some family lines run relatively pure, but it’s also common to share a gem with a more distant relative, or to have something your family hasn’t seen in recent generations)
  • Gems come in “families,” so even if a certain bloodline runs pure, there’s still going to be a little variation. For example, the beryl family–beryl, emerald, aquamarine, heliodor, ect–are very closely related. Hunk’s family tends toward beryl gems.
  • On that topic:
  • Hunk has a heliodor (a stone associate with warmth and sunshine) on his chest [example of a heliodor]
  • Pidge has a malachite (associated with nature and supposedly good at preventing sensory overload) at the nape of her neck [example of malachite]
  • Matt has a goethite (associated with grief and raw emotion, often found with malachite deposits) on the inside of his wrist [example of goethite]
  • Shiro has a black opal (associated with karma and the cosmos, and often thought to bring misfortune despite also being regarded as a healing stone; the black variant is notable for the stark contrast with the blues, greens, reds, and yellows contained within) at his collarbone [example of a black opal]
  • Lance has a turquoise (associated with luck and ambition, but also unity and leadership, and said to confer protection if given to you by a friend) on the back of his left hand [example of turquoise]
  • Keith has a vein of luxite (the metal in his mother’s blade, and not something anyone on Earth recognizes) across his right palm. He wears his gloves in part to hide it.
  • Theoretically, anyone can fuse with anyone else, but the vast majority of fusions are unstable. There’s no way to tell who can form a stable fusion with whom until it happens
  • The official definition of “soulmate” is “a pair or grouping that can remain fused indefinitely.” Since it’s obviously impossible to prove that you can stay fused forever, and since most unstable fusions fall apart quickly, the cutoff is often set at five minutes. Any people who can stay fused longer than that are considered soulmates (if they choose to label themselves that way.)
  • There’s also no way to tell from gems or from the fusion itself if the bond is romantic or platonic. You’d have to ask the people involved.
  • That doesn’t stop people from coming up with a millions theories anyway. (”Romantic partners always have the same gem!” “Romantic partners NEVER have the same gem!” “Platonic partners will always have gems in the same family!” “There are romantic sets–but good luck reaching an agreement on what the sets are.”)
  • Fusions look just like regular people with a few exceptions: they’ll have 2+ gems, but depending on placement you might not be able to tell; their eyes will usually be banded the colors of members of the fusion, but you have to look closely to notice; and there will sometimes be additional markings in the colors of the gems, often forming a trail connecting the two gems.
  • Other than those minor physical differences, fusions are also notably different if you look at brain scans. They don’t generally maintain two (or more) separate consciousnesses, but they retain the knowledge, memories, and capabilities of the people involved, and they tend to have much higher levels of brain activity on any given task. Fusions who are familiar with their fused state tend to be more dexterous, have better reflexes, and be physically stronger than their unfused counterparts, and they tend to solve problems more quickly and more efficiently.

The rest of this (i.e. the Voltron ‘verse story) is going under a cut because this is already long.

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anonymous asked:

What's your response to this argument I saw one time saying that anti/aang rhetoric fails to take into account how aang never acts jealous or possessive of katara in the episode "jet" where she exudes outward feelings for another guy in front of him? I've always had this question myself, wasn't sure if it was something used to make the plot go smoothly or not. Like if both sokka and aang didn't like jet, then Katara would've been swayed to leave way earlier n the episode wouldn't have happened.

I actually agree with that point: Aang doesn’t act jealous or possessive at all, even when Katara’s crush on Jet is obvious. He even wears the hat that Katara made for Jet!

Throughout season one, actually, Aang’s feelings for Katara are handled well. He’s kind and tender, and whether Katara wants to mack on Jet or Haru, he’s helpful in whatever cause her romantic interests are pursuing.

He has a crush from the start:

He thinks she’s pretty:

He pursues her: 

But, it doesn’t interfere with the foundation of his character.

In fact, with the exception of The Fortuneteller [You can read my opinions on this episode here [x] & [x], Basically, the episode focuses on learning about one-sided crushes, only to take the last 20s and reduce Katara’s destiny to who she’s going to end up marrying]... Anyways, with the exception of last 20s of The Fortuneteller, season one did a splendid job of shaping Aang’s feelings for Katara into something that was ultimately one-sided:

But, it was still innocent and cute.

 In fact, I didn’t dislike Kataang until the end of season two and all of season three. 

In season two, my issues came with Aang’s choice to choose Katara over the Avatar State. It was foolish on his part, and a foolhardy push by the creators to show us just how much Aang loved Katara. 

It was silly, considering season two was full of instances that not only foreshadowed Aang growing out of his crush on Katara:

But also, further established their relationship as one-sided:

Katara: [Turns to face him and gestures to the portrait.] And here, it says, “Love is brightest in the dark,” and has a picture of them kissing.
Aang: [Utterly confused and lost.] Where are you going with this?
Katara: [Shyly, blushing.] Well, what if we … kissed?
Aang: [Very surprised.] Us … kissing‌?
Katara: See? It was a crazy idea.
Aang: [Dreamily.] Us … kissing
Katara: [Fake-jokingly.] Us kissing. What was I thinking? Can you imagine that‌?

And

Aang: They’re made of some kind of crystal. They must only light up in the dark.
Katara: That’s how the two lovers found each other. [Gestures with her hand along the ceiling.] They just put out their lights and followed the crystals. [Sees the exit.] That must be the way out! [The two hug.]
Aang: So, uh …
Katara: Let’s go!

The ending of season two also dashed a ton of character development for Aang, such as learning a bending stye so unlike his own: 

Navigating struggles between himself and his masters: 

And learning that his way of life may not be the only ‘right’ way of life: 

Aang’s decision in The Crossroads of Destiny didn’t align with the development in season two, and seemed an awfully rash decision considering we’d only ever seen Katara behave maternally around Aang. A narrative that is only furthered by the illusion to Pieta: 

In season three, Aang’s behavior grew into something that was no longer innocent and one-sided, but aggressive and one-sided: 

Aang: [Standing up.] Argh!
Katara: Relax, Aang. They’re not accurate portrayals. It’s not like I’m a preachy crybaby who can’t resist giving overemotional speeches about hope all the time. [Everyone looks at her.] What?
Aang: [Turns around and sits down. Sarcastically.] Yeah, that’s not you at all.

Katara: Are you all right?
Aang: [Angered.] No, I’m not! I hate this play! [Yanks his hat off and throws it on the ground.]
Katara: I know it’s upsetting, but it sounds like you’re overreacting.
Aang: Overreacting? If I hadn’t blocked my chakra, I’d probably be in the Avatar State right now!

Aang: Katara, did you really mean what you said in there?
Katara: In where? What are you talking about?
Aang: On stage, when you said I was just like a … brother to you, and you didn’t have feelings for me.
Katara: I didn’t say that. An actor said that.
Aang: But it’s true, isn’t it? We kissed at the Invasion, and I thought we were gonna be together. But we’re not.
Katara: Aang, I don’t know.
Aang: Why don’t you know?
KataraBecause, we’re in the middle of a war, and, we have other things to worry about. This isn’t the right time.
Aang: Well, when is the right time?
Katara: Aang, I’m sorry, but right now I’m just a little confused.

Katara: I just said I was confused! I’m going inside. [Exits the balcony.]

Not only that, but their relationship, based on dialogue alone (X & X), was drifting apart. Aang was increasingly belligerent and self-righteous, while Katara was treated as a means-to-an-end, his muse, his reason for saving the world, and his prize for succeeding. 

*nods*

You see, Aang may not have shown possessive tendencies in season one or two, because the relationship was handled properly. However, the moment Kataang became so forced as to neglect Aang’s character development in season two and portray poor behavior as romantic in season three, Aang does act possessive and aggressive towards Katara. 

And because he’s never taught that his actions are wrong, because he never apologizes for the many times he acted out towards Katara, Kataang is tainted by these negative qualities, and the pattern continues on into the comics and LOK.  

Imagine: making Tom relax on his birthday

To say Tom was a bit on edge would have been an understatement. With the recent GQ article talking about his previous girlfriend, and more rumors about how long the two of you would last or when you’d break up, he desperately needed a ‘lazy day’. So, you took it into your own hands, and made sure Thomas had nothing planned on his birthday until the night, when he could celebrate with family and friends.

The two of you had been long time friends, and after Thomas recovered from Taylor, you surprised each other by realizing you had buried shared emotions. You avoided the media as a couple, but the important people in your lives knew, and thanks to them, Tom Hiddleston got to have a relaxing birthday.

Said actor was currently in bed, boxers only, well past his normal waking time. His eyes eased open to the soft golden glow coming through the windows, and when he saw your heavenly smile at his side, he knew being 36 was going to be enjoyable.

“Good morning, love… What time is it?” He asked groggily, as he shifted to wrap his arms around your loosely clothed torso. You had taken to wearing Marvel pajamas as a joke with him, and currently, you just had undergarments and his Thor shirt, which was certainly oversized for you.

“9:26am.” You responded, after glancing at the clock. You heard Tom take in a sharp breath as his eyes widened, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, interrupting his worried thoughts. “Thomas, today is your birthday. You have earned a break, so don’t worry… That’s my job.” You joked lightly, running your fingers through his soft hair, letting your nails massage his scalp. He hummed contentedly at the feeling, letting his eyes close.

“Wh-What about-” he began, but soon felt your soft lips against his, prompting him to react in kind. His hands drifted to your waist and hair, but before he could lose himself in your embrace, you pulled back and smiled sweetly.

“Tom, it’s fine. Everything will be okay.” You reassured, before shifting so you straddled his waist and looked down at him, planting your hands to the sides of his head. “You deserve the world, but today, rest should do the trick. I’ll make some tea, pop in a movie or find a nice record, and we can while the day away doing whatever you want… except working.” You explained, your voice low and silky. Tom stared up at you with wonder in his eyes, as he let out a string of soft chuckles and reached his hands up to brush back your curtain of hair.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, his voice wistful and loving. You chuckled lightly and leaned down, pressing your soft mouth to his in slow kisses. After a few seconds, you parted, but remained a breath away.

“You didn’t have to do anything… Now, any ideas for the day, birthday boy?” You asked with a growing grin. Thomas knew you were determined to give him a relaxing day, so he happily accepted that gift. However, he did have some plans of his own for you.

“Oh, darling… this is going to be the busiest day off we’ve ever had.”

The Origin of the Bittle-Zimmermann Cruel Jam Empire (Another Non-NHL!Jack fic)

[Sequel to this fic]

CW: FOOD, mentions of real people

“Alright, so I got so stressed out about the exam I had today that I made a couple things of jam,” Bittle said as he swept into Jack’s apartment. He’d had his own key since Jack had gotten the place, and he abused that privilege on an almost daily basis. If it had been anyone else, Jack would have regretted living so close to campus.

“What’s ‘a couple?’” Jack asked without looking up from his laptop.

Bittle huffed and set a box down on Jack’s table with a small thud. “I plead the fifth,” he said, hand on his hip.

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Neverland- Harry x Reader

Originally posted by seaside-stars

A/N Hiya this is my second imagine and for some odd reason my first one got deleted ): but I hope you guys enjoy this little idea I had before I go to bed (:

Summary:You have flashbacks of your first love Harry Hook who is on the Isle. You and Harry met and fell in love at first sight while rescuing Ben but sadly Harry did not return to you.  (x) (Here’s the song that inspired this story) I will italicize the flashbacks as well as bold the lyrics. Neverland Pt.2


Whenever I was frightened
Or if I ever felt alone
I turned to the night sky
And a star I call my own

You sighed as you looked at your clock beside your bed. 2:30am and you still could not sleep for the life of you. It had been 3 days since the King was captured and brought back home safely, but what happened down there in the Isle still ache your heart. You quietly got up from your bed hoping not to wake Evie and Mal up in the process of doing so. You grab a near by hoodie and some tennis shoes as you quietly snuck outta your dorm into the halls up to the roof. 

“Let go of me! Please I’ll give you money whatever you want just stop this!” you struggled as you tried to escape your grip from the rather handsome pirate attempting to kidnap you. “Don’t make me nip ya like I did to the king now love” his Scottish acent filling your ear making shiver “Your a pretty one aren’t ya maybe if I’m nice enough I’ll let ya spend the night with me”. Lets just say suggesting that you’d look for King Ben on your own was a bad idea especially since you had no idea how the Isle worked. Evie Mal Carlos and Jay tried to warn you not to run off but Ben was your best friend and you couldn’t let him face Mal’s rejection alone, so you followed him. 

You made your way to the roof and sat on the top. You brought you legs up to your chest and huffed. You looked up at the stars remembering exactly how the events took place. “No matter where you are no matter where I am we are under the same stars Harry” you whispered “I will never forget you” 


 We can sail away tonight
On a sea of pure moonlight
We can navigate the stars
Bring us back home

You were tied to a pole with King Ben across from you. You could see the pirate teasing him as his Captain Uma told him to leave them alone for a while. You didn't notice that Harry Hook was now walking towards you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Looks who’s awake” he laughed slightly running his metal hook along your hair “thought you’d never wake up love.” “Please let me go” you  begged not mattering if you looked weak but you were frighten to the core. “No can do dear your stuck with me for a while now” he smirked. “Harry I know there is some good in you please.” Harry stopped right in front of your face and huffed an amusing chuckle. “Listen here love. The way the Isle works is there is no such thing as lover or caring” he paused and looked you dead cold in the eye “you have no idea what hell we go through while you Bordon kids eat from a silver spoon……us Villain kids don’t know what love is.” 

“Wake up Y/N we’re going to be late for class” yelled Evie brushing her beautiful blue hair. You groaned in response but did as you were told. Getting up as you lazily got dressed Mal notice your eyes were red from the lack of sleep you got last night. “You snuck out on to the roof top didn’t you?” You started at Mal as she asked you that question all you could do was nod not finding any words to speak. “I know you miss him Y/N but you have to understand that we couldn’t bring him to Auradon it was way to risky and dangerous.” You shook your head at Mal not wanting to cause a scene in front of Evie as you grabbed your backpack and walked towards the door. You stopped and turned around facing Mal and Evie “Yes Harry might have been a dangerous guy but what happened on the Isle was real and everyone can tell me to forget about him but I can’t” you  let a single tear drop fall “ he was my pure moonlight and I saw the good in him just how Ben and Doug saw the good in you two.” With that you walked out the door taking deep breaths holding in your tears.


 
All that you hope for
You hope for today
Is the love someone gives you
In an unconditional way

You were in class now sitting next to your best friend Ben as you doddle in your notebook. These passed 4 days now have been filled with you not really speaking to any of your friends. All you ever heard from them was ‘Harry is not good.’ or ‘Harry can never learn to love.’ You know deep down inside you touched a soft part in him no one else did and he touched a soft part in you too. “Y/N” Ben looked up at you “I’m really sorry about Harry if there is a way I can make this right please let me help.” Ben’s faced was complete crushed. He hated seeing you like this. You shook your head lightly “No Ben it’s fine” you faked a smile “I’m fine” With that you got up from your chair and made your way to a new seat behind the class before it began. 

“Just give me an hour Hook to prove you wrong and if I don’t then you can tie me back up and I won’t budge I promise.” you stared down at Harry as he smirked “I never pass up a deal lass.” With that response he united you. You had no idea how you were gonna show this pirate what love felt like or what it was. You have only known him for not even a full day but you intended to try. “Any smart moves love and I will not hesitate in hooking you Y/N. Trust me it’ll pain me to hook someone I actually like.” You slightly blush at his comment. He grabbed your hands and walked you off the boat. He sat both of you down by the shore just a few feet away from the boat. ‘Let the game begin’ you thought.

It took a lot for Harry to finally trust you enough for him to open up about his past. After a while of finally trusting one another, hearing about Harry’s story made you feel sympathy for him. His mother passed away right before he turned 1 due to the mold growing on the ship, and his father expect way too much from him at such a young age. He never experienced loved as a kid which is why he is so cold hearted. There was a moment of silence between you two after Harry was explaining the way he wanted his dad to love and be proud of him and how he really wish his mom was still alive until you heard Harry’s low sobs. This shocked you because you were just a stranger to Harry a few minutes ago maybe he just needed someone to ask him once in a while how he felt. You didn’t think twice as you wrapped your arms around him. Harry burried his face in your neck and cried as you held him you brought his face close to yours. You didn’t realize how blue his eyes were or the features on his face like his jawline or his brown hair popping outta his hat. You wiped his tears and you swore time stopped between you both. You did the impossible next as you leaned in and locked lips with the pirate. For the first time Harry Hook can finally say he had a taste of what love was that night. 


In a place so far away
We’ll be young that’s how we’ll stay

“Harry if you let me and Ben go please I promise I’ll get you outta the Isle please we have to go home you can come with me.” you started into his blue eyes and he tied you up to the pole once again. “Listen Y/N I want to help you but Uma’s my captain and I can’t betray her like that.” “What if we make a deal Harry please I want to teach more about yourself. You are stronger then you think you are. You can be good and we can be something please.” Harry smiled at you lightly and he kissed your forehead and walked off to his pirate crew. 

Once the sword fighting was over and it was pretty clear Mal and the gang have won and rescued not only you but King Ben. Before you can make a run to the limo you turned and bolted towards Harry pulling him into a quick but passionate kiss and whispered “Harry I swear I’ll come back for you.” 


 And with your hand in my hand
I am closer now
To finding Neverland

“What do you mean you can’t bring Harry Hook to Auradon whatever happened to giving people a second chance Ben!” you raged at not only Ben but at your 4 friends who were against you. For Ben’s rescue he had granted everyone a favor even you but when you asked him your one wish he denied it along side your friends. “Yea Y/N this is crazy maybe he spelled you” Mal spoke with her arms crossed. “No he didn’t I love him and I’m sure he loves me too please Ben just help me I have to get him outta there. I made him a promise.” your breathing went slow as you stared at your friends tears falling from your face “guys please help me” But no one stood up they all turned away “I’m sorry Y/N but the answer is no.” 

You were currently in your room doing some homework. Nowadays that was the only thing that ever got you outta your thoughts. Mal and Evie walked in the dorm with a sly smile on their face as they walked over and sat next to you. “Y/N we’re both really sorry for pushing you. We didn’t know Harry mean’t so much to you and we can speak for everyone that we all would like to apologize and if you can come with us we would like to show you something.” Mal smiled as you hugged both her and Evie “You guys are forgiven but I don’t think there is anything you can do to make me feel better.” you answered honestly. “We can always try come one” Evie pulled you to your feet and led you down the hall to King Ben’s office. “Go ahead Y/N, Ben and all of us got you something” Mal held your hand and you let out a breath as you opened the doors. Your eyes couldn’t believe what you saw. 

“Harry..” 

“I missed you love” 



A/N okay i kinda had this idea while this song was playing and I know my writing isn’t the best but we all gotta start somewhere so I truly hope you enjoy (:

anonymous asked:

okay so i grew up in a christian home and i am going to be a freshman in college this year. i didn't have sex in high school because i was afraid of parents finding out, and i didn't come out to them (i'm bi). i don't think there's anything wrong with sex before marriage really, and i know there's resources out there but, what your tips were for your first time/being safe/birth control etc. i know my parents will just have to accept my sexuality later on but i'm just looking for help...

Absolutely!

General Sex Tips

1. I would highly recommend that you spend some time “getting to know yourself” before having sex. Feel around down there, see what feels good and what doesn’t. See if you can get yourself turned on. The more experience you have knowing what works for you, the better you’ll be able to communicate with your partner or partners and have an enjoyable experience. 

2. If you have a vagina, odds are that your first time having sex is going to be slightly painful. This is totally natural, and will go away as time goes by. But be prepared to be upfront with your partner and to ask them to go slowly or use more lube if things do start hurting. 

3. Speaking of lube, it doesn’t really matter what type you use, unless you have allergies. Lube can be used on condoms, dildos, penises, etc. Totally safe to go in your vagina or any other orifice, it’ll just feel sticky afterwards and you may want to shower.

4. Condoms! There are many different kinds (ribbed, flavored, hot and cold). Magnum are large condoms, so if you are buying condoms and don’t have a monster dick, you probably should not use them. An ill-fitting condom is an ineffective condom! Also make sure to always store condoms correctly and to throw them out after their expiration date. Only one condom at a time folks, wearing two condoms is not twice as protective. They’re more likely to rip.

5. If you have a vagina, you should be peeing and/or showering immediately after sex to prevent UTIs. These are no joke! They are extremely painful infections that cause you to pee blood. Always pee after sex. Pee twice. People with penises can also get UTIs, but it’s far harder.

6. Did you know that only 25% of people with vaginas can have vaginal orgasms? So if you can’t, don’t stress! There are all sorts of different orgasms to be had, and they are all equally amazing. If you’re not cumming, you’re not being stimulated properly. Try a new position, a new technique, try having your partner or partners stimulate you in a different area. The page I linked above is a bit gender specific, but it has really useful information, so please ignore these terms.

7. Foreplay is so important! Vaginas take an average of 20 minutes to get properly revved up and horny. The reason you’re “dry” down there is because you’re not properly stimulated. You can always use lube in a pinch or ask your partner to go down on you, but you’ll find that sex is easier and more enjoyable when you are literally “wet down there”.

8. Period sex. Oh how I love period sex. If you’re a first timer, you probably will be very disgusted by it. Vaginas are at their most sensitive during this part of the cycle, so achieving an orgasm can be easier. If you’re going to have period sex, throw a towel down first. Blood comes out super easily in the wash, you don’t have to do anything special to the cloth to get it clean. You will probably want to shower afterwards!

9. Communication is key. You cannot just lie back and think of England and hope that you’ll achieve a magical orgasm. It’s not like that. What turns your partner or partners on may not turn you on. This is absolutely fine! You may not even want to cum or be able to cum during your first time having sex, and this is fine too. Tell them what works and what doesn’t and be AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE. 

10. On a similar note, you are not obligated to do anything to anybody else or to yourself that you are not comfortable with. You do not need to give blowjobs or hand jobs or even have sex with someone if you aren’t 100% into it. If someone is pressuring you and thinks that sex equates a happy relationship, then I would advise you to ditch them and get on with your life.

11. Protection! Please use protection. Whether this is condoms, birth control, an IUD, whatever. The pull out method does not work. I am a product of the pull out method. Not everyone with a penis has precum, but many do. Don’t take the chance! I am on birth control and I love it, but that’s a whole different post. 

12. Dildos come in all different shapes and sizes. You can get ones that are smaller and thinner than actual penises and ones that are comically large. Make sure to use lube! Wash them with dish soap in your sink and leave to dry. Some dildos that are “hyper realistic” come with a powder that you have to put on them. These are incredible dildos, I highly recommend them. They feel so life like!

13. Edible underwear does not taste all that good. Neither do flavored condoms.

14. Black sheets or black blankets and sex are not a good mix. You will see cum stains. They wash out super easily, you don’t need to do anything special to clean them. Just keep them out of sight when your friends and Aunt Kathy come over.

15. If you start having sex and decide that you want to stop having sex then please tell your partner and stop. You are not obligated to keep going if you feel uncomfortable. Your body = your choice.

16. If you have a vagina then you will want to make an OBGYN appointment shortly after you start having sex. These are vagina doctors and they can check your vagina out to make sure that everything is okay. You should probably get your vagina checked out often if you have multiple partners. If you are in a relationship with one person and use protection, then once a year is fine.

Tonight is actually my five year anniversary so that’s all for now! Good luck babe. Lots of love, you’ll be fine.

raelcsart  asked:

Hi Laura!! Can I first just say you are an inspiration to me! The fact that you didn't go to art school really gives me alot of hope for the future! I do have a few questions though? Since Ive never gone to art school, whats a proper way to build a portfolio? What kind of content should I be putting in it, things art jobs might be looking for? I admit I draw a buncha of anime bcuz of my commissions but shouldnt there be something more? Thank you so much if youre able to answer! Love your stuff!!

hi! wow thanks so much! 
so for a portfolio, make sure you have a focus. decide what you love to do most (character design, layout design, background paint, visual development, prop design, storyboards, prop/character paint, etc.) and make your whole portfolio about it. If you love a couple of these, I say do both! my portfolio has a focus on visual development and character design, so the main jobs I do now are background paint (because of my environment visual development paintings) and visual development for characters.

it sounds like you want to do character design, which is a very technical skill. push shapes, personalities, and acting in your characters. fill your portfolio with 5-point turnarounds for symmetrical characters, and 8-point turnarounds for asymmetrical characters. this is what companies want to see! being able to draw a unique character is cool, but drawing that character from every angle makes your portfolio golden in the industry.

it’s fun drawing in an anime style, but there aren’t really jobs for it in the US at the moment. anime is a good jumping off point for venturing into other styles though. try to draw in lots of different styles. animation studios want to see versatility in a character design portfolio, because designers need to adapt to the style of whatever series they’re hired on.

the most important thing for your portfolio in my opinion: only put things in it that you would want to do on a daily basis. if doing an 8-point turnaround of a character makes you cringe, then why would you want to do that for 40 hours a week every week?! character designers on tv series do a LOT of turnarounds! so make sure your portfolio is only what you’re most passionate about doing. my real world example: I interviewed for a job at a big studio when I first moved to LA, and I had several isometric views of a room in my portfolio. They took me forever, and I hated doing them, but I thought it made my portfolio look impressive. It turns out the studio wanted me as a visual development artist specializing in accurate isometric drawings of interiors. It wasn’t my passion. I turned it down and took a background painting job at Nickelodeon instead. I ended up loving background painting and now I’m a background painter at Disney.

I hope this helps! ❤️ Decide what you want to do, work really hard, then apply!

— bones | 05—final

pairing— jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
genre/warnings— angst, fluff
words— 9,245

:: summary— you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?

note inspired by this song here.

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anonymous asked:

classic, swap, swapfell and fell bros reaction to their s/o breaking up with them, and then finding out it was because their s/o didn't think they were good enough for their bonefriend and did it on a drunk impulse? love your writing btw you're my fav imagines blog 💕

( * Aw, thank you~!  <3  The word bonefriend makes me super happy.
This prompt was a lot of fun.  I really love when the skelebros provide comfort because I like to imagine someone reading it and feeling better about whatever they’re going through.  )


UT!Sans:

His world has suddenly crashed.  He flinches, but he’s quick to bury the hurt behind a forced grin and a small shrug.  "heh, it’s not you, it’s me?  is that the line you’re using?“  He means for it to come out as light, but his tone sounds sharp and chilling instead, betraying his jovial facade.  

But then, he realizes that something’s amiss.. there’s that waver to your voice, the way you look so vulnerable.  Why, you look just as wrecked as he feels.  "hey, what’re you talking about, kiddo?  of course you’re good enough.  if anyone should be saying that..”

*it’s me.

His voice trails off.  He gathers you against his chest, pulling you down to lie on the couch, and opens his blue jacket wide to halfway cover your body.  You’re the light in this timeline, the person that gave him the ability to feel HoPe again.  He doesn’t voice that; he’s too shaken to find the words.  So, instead, he just holds you on the couch, and murmurs, “please don’t ever think that, ok?”

UT!Papyrus:

When you break up with him, he flinches as if he was physically struck, his bones rattling together from the jarring impact.  "O-OH, GOOD ONE!  YOU’RE TRYING OUT JOKES LIKE SANS, RIGHT?  I.. I THINK YOU GOT SOMETHING WRONG ABOUT THAT ONE, THOUGH.  OR MAYBE I MISSED THE PUNCHLINE..?“  You know he has to be rattled to admit that a joke may have gone over his head, but when he realizes you weren’t joking around, his shoulders slump.  "OH…YOU CAN’T REALLY MEAN…”

His eyesockets start to tear up.  He’s shaking, but trying to be strong.  If you really want to leave him, he’s going to respect your decision, but.. “I..IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT?” he can’t help but ask, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your shoulder.  He’s prepared to accept it, but the moment you start insisting that you’re not good enough for him, he realizes what’s going on.  Immediately, he pulls you against his chest, bending over your form.  He places his forehead on the top of your head, and he’s openly crying now.  You’re hurting, and having this awful thoughts about yourself, and that hurts him.

“YOU’LL ALWAYS BE GOOD ENOUGH.  I’LL H-HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS VERY HIGH STANDARDS!”  He’s trying to lighten the mood, but his voice breaks a little.  So, he tightens his arms around you, holding you as close as possible.  "AND YOU EXCEED ALL OF THOSE STANDARDS JUST BY BEING YOU.“  Shifting, he pulls back enough to press his teeth to your forehead, giving a soft ’muah’ sound effect to punctuate his skeleton kiss.  "SO LET’S REMAIN A COUPLE! I’LL TAKE YOU OUT ON A DATE TOMORROW!  IF.. IF YOU’RE NOT TOO HUNG OVER.  IF YOU ARE, I’LL JUST BRING YOU SOUP IN BED AND WE CAN WATCH METTATON RE-RUNS!”  

UF!Sans:

Of course.  Of course you’d break up with him.  
He’s still for a moment, before he forces a smirk and shrugs.  "welp, that lasted longer than i expected.  i guess i’ll see ya around, swee–.. uh, bud.“  He turns away, trying to shrink further into his jacket, to hide his cheeks behind the floof of his fur-lined hood before he starts crying.  He thought he would feel numb, but there’s a gnawing pit in the center of his chest, and his eyesockets are burning.  Stars, he’s stronger than this!  

Mentally, he’s running through every insult he’s ever received in his life, every reason why he wasn’t good enough for you, why you don’t want to be with him anymore.  He’s gathering his magic, preparing to shortcut right out of this nightmare and drown his sorrows at Grillby’s.  There’s no doubt in his mind that he’s going to get wrecked tonight, and the bender’s guaranteed to last for a week solid.  

But then he hears you continue, drunkenly mumbling about how you don’t deserve him.  He freezes, his magic dissipating.  You, underserving of him?  What kind of Twilight Zone swap world is this?  Red turns, still trying to guard his face with his hood, his sockets glimmering with red-tinted tears.  "r..run that by me again?” he manages, his voice thick and gruff.  When you continue to babble on about your insecurities, he suddenly sees himself mirrored in you.  How could he have missed the signs?  Maybe you were both just too good at pretending, too used to doing it as second-nature.  

“oh, sweetheart.”  He’s on you in the next instant, so quickly that he knocks you off-balance and you both end up tumbling onto his mattress.  The impact jars the springs and causes you to bounce, but he just holds on tighter, burying his face in the side of your neck so you don’t glimpse his tears.  "none of that is true, ya hear me?  you’re all i want.. and if you want me..“  His voice becomes quiet, but his mouth is right by your ear, his breath warm against the cold tear-tracks on your cheeks.  

"then just stay.. ok?”

UF!Papyrus:

WHAT?  Did you really think YOU could break up with HIM?  This is an outrage.  Edgy is someone that obviously hides his feelings behind RED-HOT RAGE, so he grits his teeth and looms over you.  "NO!“ he shouts firmly, his entire body tense.  He hasn’t done ANYTHING to warrant this, and he’s been trying his hardest to be an attentive bonefriend.  He’s been paying attention to your needs, and he’s even started reprimanding his brother’s laziness less!  Is that not enough?  

No.  Impossible.  He’s done everything right.  "I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THE BREAK-UP.  SO.. NO.  IT’S NOT OVER.”  He’s in serious denial, and while he knows he can’t really make you stay if you want to leave (shy of sealing off the exits with bones, which is becoming more and more tempting..), he’s going to be stubborn.  You’re going to have to give him an explanation.. and when you do, you start tripping over your words and feelings, blurting all of your deepest, self-depreciating thoughts.  

And that’s when Papyrus realizes just how drunk you are.  

He swears loudly, rolling his eyelights even as he grips your chin and forces you to look up at him.  He bends over, leaning down to your face, and says, “Stop.”  The word comes out more gently than anything you’ve ever heard him say; for once, it’s not a shouted command, but something he’s urging you to do.  It shocks you into silence, your shoulders still shaking from suppressed hiccups of sobs.  He clears his throat and begins speaking in his normal tone of voice now that he has your full attention.  "ARE YOU DONE WITH THIS FOOLISHNESS NOW?  I WON’T STAND FOR ANYONE SPEAKING ILL OF YOU–NOT EVEN WHEN YOU DO IT. WE’RE NOT BREAKING UP JUST BECAUSE YOU’VE DECIDED TO DRUNKENLY SLANDER YOURSELF.  NONE OF THAT IS TRUE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?“  He says it with such a serious intensity that all you can do is nod.  "GOOD.”

And then he scoops you up bridal-style into his arms and carries you upstairs.  It’s time for you to sleep off your alcohol, and he’s going to keep you locked up in his arms all night.  

US!Sans:

The second you break up with him, he’s crying.  

It’s not even little sniffling tears that develop into sobs; no, he’s immediately full-on ugly crying.  He’s gasping for air with his shoulders heaving, his face is flushed a bright blue, and he looks like you just kicked a sack of puppies in front of him while laughing maniacally.

“B-B-B-BUT..! W-WH-WHHYYY?  WHAT DID.. DID I.. DOOO?”  He’s wailing the words and jumping to the worst possible conclusion, but he needs to know what he did so he can fix it.  He’s got to win you back!  If Papyrus is in the house, he hears the crying and teleports into the room with a murderous expression, but once he sees that you’re both crying, he awkwardly pretends it never happened and blips away to Muffet’s.  Blueberry grabs onto your waist, looking up at you with the most heart-broken expression you’ve ever seen.  You did this to him, you realize, and it only makes things worse.  

You launch into every dark thought you’ve ever had about yourself, every time you’ve ever thought that you weren’t good enough, or were too flawed, or that no one could possibly stay interested in you, that you’re poison and that’s why they all lea–

Blueberry cuts you off by cupping your tear-streaked cheeks with both hands and forcing you to look at him.  You have his rapt attention, and he’s no longer wallowing in misery; instead, he’s looking at you with absolute concern.  "WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK THAT ABOUT YOURSELF?  YOU’RE NONE OF THOSE THINGS!  I THINK YOU’RE THE GREATEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD!  THAT’S WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!“  He smiles, bringing your head down to rest your forehead against his.  "MAYBE I DON’T TELL YOU THAT ENOUGH?  BUT FEAR NOT!  FROM NOW ON, I’M GOING TO TELL YOU EVERY DAY HOW GREAT AND WONDERFUL YOU ARE!  AND IF YOU EVER THINK ANYTHING BAD ABOUT YOURSELF, JUST TELL ME SO I CAN TELL YOU HOW UNTRUE IT IS, ALL RIGHT?”      

US!Papyrus:

Stretch realizes immediately (okay, immediately after the crushing pain in his chest that made his SOUL feel like it was cracking) that you’re too drunk to make a decision like breaking up.  Something like that has to be done with a cool head, so while his body is tense, he tries to approach the situation delicately.  "ok.  so why break-up?“  You don’t tell him right away, but he probes you carefully, asking if there’s something that makes you unhappy about the relationship and casually mentioning that you’ve had way too much to drink tonight.  

When the floodgates finally open and you spill all your demons, Papyrus pulls you into his lap.  His arms go around you, and he guides your head to his shoulder, where he soothingly strokes his phalanges through your hair.  "honey, why are you so hard on yourself?”  You don’t give him a straight answer, instead reiterating that you’re not good enough for him, that he deserves better, that you should just leave.  "why don’t you let me be the judge of what’s good enough?  i mean, i am a pretty good judge of character, and  i think you’re everything i could ever want. else i wouldn’t be here right now, honey.“  

If you continue, he just asks, "do you enjoy being with me?  do you want to stay like this, with me?  then ok.  stop trying to leave because i want you to stay.”

SF!Sans:

HOW DARE YOU BREAK UP WITH HIM!!  YOU SHOULD BE HONORED THAT HE DEEMED YOU WORTHY OF HIS AFFECTIONS!  
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO BREAK UP?!  THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!”

His eyesockets are watering, but he tells himself they’re ANGRY TEARS instead of just regular broken-hearted tears.  How could anyone refuse him?!  He’s about thiiiis close to shouting for Papy to help him handle this crisis when you start to cry and admit your feelings of inadequacy.  OH.  So you were feeling unworthy!  That’s makes sense, because it totally couldn’t be anything HE’S done.  

Blackberry swallows back his tears and sits down on his bed, abruptly jerking you down beside him.  He latches onto your waist, his grip uncomfortably tight.. because he’s trying to mask the fact that his bones are shaking.  "YOU’RE WORTHY.  HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?  I’M A SKELETON OF ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS TO MEET, AND YOU..“  He almost lost you, so he swallows a portion of his pride, his face buried in the side of your neck.  "YOU MEET ALL OF THEM.  SO CEASE THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!”  

He’s relieved that you stay, and as soon as you pass out, he cries.  

SF!Papyrus:

Welp, drunk words are sober thoughts, right?  So if you want to leave him now, it must mean you’ve been thinking about it.  Papyrus can’t say he’s surprised; he’s been waiting for you to realize you could do better.  After all, who wants some pathetic mutt like him drooling after them all the time?  

“ok.”

He’s already walling himself off, and since he was in the process of walking you home anyway, he pulls out a cigarette from his jacket and lights it up.  He’s going to chain smoke tonight, and probably not even go home.  Sans would only lecture him about the smell of smoke, and he just can’t deal with that right now.  His other hand is balled into a tight fist in his pocket.  He doesn’t try to press you for an explanation, even as he’s running through every exchange the two of you have ever had and wondering just how many of those sweet words you actually meant.

And then he hears a tiny sob, and when he turns to you, his entire body feels cold.

He stops, staring, and as your insecurities spew out like terrible word vomit, he slowly starts to realize what this is really about.  He can relate–he can relate to every one of those feelings.  His cigarette tips from his suddenly-lax fingers, and he closes the gap in one stride to sweep you against him.  In one smooth motion, he cuts off your nonsense with his mouth, soothing your worries away with a deep kiss.  When he finally pulls back, he chuckles lightly, cupping your damp cheek with his palm.  "listen, doll.  i’m gonna let you in on the absolute truth.. and that’s that whoever put that shit into your head is wrong.  dead wrong.  you’ll always be enough just by being here with me.  and i don’t want you to ever forget that, ok?“

anonymous asked:

Yo if you wanna try reactions then go for it! I'll request to give you a boost: you being handsy with a guy friend they already told you they didn't like

Jin:

 He didn’t find the male friend a threat at all. He trusted you enough to make the right decision so when he saw you two talking, he didn’t address it. However, he’d hear you on the phone laughing away and using this guy’s name way too often. He did feel a little tinge of jealousy, he wondered what was so special about this guy that he could have you laughing on the phone for a solid 10 minutes. When Jin saw you two laughing and pushing away at each other, he confronted you about it the same day asking who was the guy and where did he come from. 

“Who is this guy? He came into your life out of nowhere and is making you laugh more than I have!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Yoongi:

He didn’t mind you having male friends, he was just very picky on who they were. When you asked if he could come over to you two’s shared apartment to simply study for exams, Yoongi would have to sleep on that question. He hated to be that boyfriend, so he agreed mainly because it was for an important cause. The whole time your friend was there, the atmosphere was dead awkward. Yoongi sat right beside you with his hands locked on your hips staring at the guy making him uncomfortable. He eventually had to step out of the room to take an important phone call, but when he got back to see another hand placed on your knee that wasn’t his, he was having none of it. 

“This study session is over it’s getting late pack up and go home.”

“But Yoongi it’s only 5, we have more time.”

“Why aren’t you out my house already? Go home.”

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anonymous asked:

how about MC couldn't get a present for the twins (probably because they didn't tell her it was their birthday), so MC puts on a bow and tell them she will be their gift? it's up to you if this is smutty or not?

Countdown to the Cake: 2


MC as a bithday gift


Saeyoung

“Oh MC~~ you missed a spot!” Saeyoung points and smiles teasingly.

“Saeyoung, I’m tired, I’m hungry, my clothes are wet and I look like a mess. Don’t you think it’s enough?”

“MC… I’m kind enough to help you clean my babies in my birthday and that’s how you pay me? Oh… I guess people like me aren’t meant to have a happy birthday after all…” he says dramatically, you roll your eyes.

“You’re just taking advantage of me! I told you I was gonna be your gift, not your maid or…” oh no, you should not have used that word, you look at him and his eyes gleam mischievously.

“Yes, you’re right… and your clothes are all wet, maybe you should change? I might have some spare clothes for you…”

How did you end up here? Oh yeah…  it was this morning, you dropped by to grab the HBC bags he promised you and smelled something burning in the kitchen.

“Shit! My birthday cake!”

“Why were you doing birthday cake?”

“For my birthday, obviously!”

“Your birthday? When is your birthday, Saeyoung?”

“June 11th

“Do you mean today?” he nodded, then sighed in frustration, looking at the amount of black burnt dough. “Now what will I have for my birthday?”

You felt bad for him… “Well, you…  you can have me!” you stated, smiling nervously and hoping he wouldn’t take this in the wrong way… “I’ll be… you birthday gift! We can do whatever you want!”

When you said that, you were expecting he would want to hang out in the amusement park or in an arcade, how could you imagine he would want you to help him wash his cars? And how could you imagine he would turn into this sadistic evil little monster throwing water in you on purpose?

So now, here you are changing to a freaking maid costume, of course those would be the only spare clothes he would have for you! You just hope he doesn’t ask for nothing weird like speaking in a French accent or something like this.

“Come out, MC! I wanna see you…~” he smiles teasingly, but his smile fades away as you timidly step out of his room. “MC… you look…”

“Pathetic, I know.” Not what he was thinking of at all… oh god… you looked adorable and… sexy… and the tiara with a little bow on it made you really resemble a birthday gift.

He looks away, blushing. You look down, feeling ridiculous. Why this silence right now? You two never have a problem finding interests in common and subjects to talk about, the deepest and meaningful conversations or the silliest and weirderst ones, you two can always feel a true connection.

“Can we finish polishing the cars?” you ask, finally gathering some courage to look at him.

“Y-yeah, le-let’s do it…” he doesn’t look back at you.

The polishing is torture, he is trying to focus, but it’s impossible as you bent down in one of the cars to polish its hood, your skirt is so short! His hands works in circles, but only then he realizes there is no car, he is polishing the air, looking at you, his mouth ajar.

“I finished this one, Saeyoung, do you want some help?” he is still staring and doesn’t answer. “Saeyoung?” you look at him, curious.

“It’s good, MC… you did a great job… you look… great, you… are… great…” he gulps when you start walking towards him.

“I… am?” you tilt your head and smile. “Saeyoung?”

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday before?”

“I… I don’t know. I’m just very used to spend this day alone. I… didn’t know if I could tell you, I still have these habits of not telling much about me to people I… like.” your heart flutter, is he trying to confess? Oh… You knew there was more behind this tease sadistic side of him.

“You could have told me. I would have known what to do for you.” You come really close, he can feel your breath against his face.

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing right now, MC.” He says, his eyes following your lips with lust.

“Only if you know what to do next.”

He smirks before attacking your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer. Your tongues dance together as you two trip in your own feet till the back of your knees meet the car’s hood, making you sit.

His tongue travels down you moth to your jaw, making you spread your legs to bring him closer as he kisses your neck, the hand which was holding you tight against him goes a little up, reaching for the zipper in the maid dress.

“H-Happy birthday, Saeyoung…”

“Oh, for the very fisrt time in a long time, it will be…” he says breathlessly, making you lie in the car’s hood as his body keeps pressed against yours.



Saeran

Saeyoung was busy for the day and asked you to pick Saeran in the therapy. He usually would get back quieter than usual after the sessions. Although it concerned you and made you wonder if the therapy was really helping, you wouldn’t say anything in order to get him even more nervous.

“Hey, how was it?”

“Fine.” Yes, that’s what he usually says.

“Okay, wanna get some ice cream?”

“No, not today.” Oh… that was weird… he never turned down ice cream.

“Okay… so I’ll take you home.”

“I wanna go to your place.” He says, looking away, you can’t help feeling surprise. “What? Something wrong?”

“No, not at all. It’s just… you never want to go to my place without Saeyoung.”

“Today it’s different.” Then he looks at you, and even though you don’t know why, how can you say no?

You get home and tell him to make himself comfortable. He sits in the couch and starts messing with his phone.

“So, uhm… your therapist… how is she?”

“She’s okay, I guess. Why?”

“I don’t know, it’s just…  I don’t know much about her, that’s all.”

“She’s fine, she says some weird stuff sometimes, but I don’t hate her.” Wow, okay, so maybe he likes her, that’s good. “Do you have cupcakes? I want cupcakes.”

“I don’t, but… maybe I can try to make a few. Do you want to help me?”

“Fine.”

You put on your apron and help him with his, he looks slightly embarrassed when you almost hug him as you tie a bow in the apron. You start working on making the cupcakes, and and now you are waiting to take it out of the oven.

“So… if you don’t mind me asking, why cupcakes? Why not ice cream?”

“She says I need to do different things in special days, so I can feel the difference and know what’s special and what’s not, some bullshit like that.” Some bullshit he’s listening to.

“Oh… so today is a special day, huh?” why could that be?

“Yeah, Saeyoung even got me a present. Though he’s always giving me presents, I don’t know what changes just because it’s our birthday. Can you put sprinkles in the frosting? Will you do some frosting?” you blink a couple of times, staring at him. “I guess not, then…”

“Saeran… today it’s your birthday?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Oh, it’s just… I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t, I didn’t tell you.” Well, yeah… that’s the point. You look really embarrassed, clearing your throat and avoiding his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“I… nothing. I… am sorry, I didn’t know, I… didn’t get you anything. I thought this was just a regular day. I mean, I’ve been wondering when your birthday would be and what could I get you, but… I could never imagine it was today…”

“It’s fine. So, uhm… what did you think about getting me for a gift?”

“I… here’s the thing, I… couldn’t think of anything, so I was… wondering about offering myself as your gift. You know… going to anywhere you want to go, do what you would like to do for the day, stupid cheesy things that, now that I come to think of it, are awf…” he grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

“I’ll take it.” You blush, so does he. Now you wonder how long it’s gonna take for him to let you go and get all flustered and weird, but… he doesn’t. He keeps looking at you, and his face is getting closer, and closer… you close your eyes in anticipation and… the timer dings, indicating the baked cupcakes are ready.

You two get away from each other, both really embarrassed and giving these quick glances to each other. Well, maybe this is a sign to not make bold moves like that, he’s not ready for this kind of relationship.

You two start working on the frosting, he’s so focused and dedicated, it’s absolutely adorable. He looks at you, mimicking everything you do. It’s been like this in almost everything, he’s always looking up for you in order to act as normal as possible. Your eyes lock to his, and you’ll think t’s going to be one of those moments, but he starts chuckling, you look at him confused.

“It’s just… you have something in your face.” Oh yeah… there’s some frosting in your cheek, you didn’t bother to clean because you were trying to finish this. “Let me get that for you.” You think he’ll wipe it off with his fingers, but your breath hitches when he leans closer and licks it off your face. “Yummy” he says, smiling softly. Today really is a different day, huh?



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bigjellymonster  asked:

Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.

Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.

“…Malfoy?”

///

Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.

“Malfoy…”

He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.

“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”

Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.

“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,

///

It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.

They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.

Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.

///

Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.

“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”

Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.

“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.

“RIDDIKULUS”

The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.

“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.

Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.

///

One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.

“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”

Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.

///

Justin Finch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.

“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”

As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.

“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”

As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.

///

Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and somehow Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.

He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.

///

Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.

He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.

He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.

///

“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.

“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.

“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”

“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”

Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.

“Right, then. Right. Okay.”

He turned and rushed out of the library.

///

Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.

“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”

Harry turned and frowned.

“So, what?”

“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”

Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.

“But, why?”

Draco sighed.

“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.

Harry stepped closer.

“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”

Draco frowned.

“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”

“Draco…”

His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.

Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.


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Andreil & Baking

Yesterday I posted about craving chocolate chip cookies, which lead me to crave an andreil baking hc and thought of how nice it would be. Sooo I wrote one? Just for my own self indulgence. That and I’m not sure if I’ve seen many andreil & baking scenarios? Anyway enjoy and sorry if it’s a bit shitty. 

Confession: Originally it was just Andrew & Neil. Until I remembered Neil doesn’t like sweets & I cursed myself wildly at my ignorance.



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“Are you sure this is right?” Neil asks Andrew, cocking his head at the mixture of flour and egg inside the bright fluorescent orange bowl. Neil isn’t used to baking. Most meals he had were cold slices of left over pizza or burgers from whatever restaurant was the most convenient. So the idea of taking all these base ingredients to actually create something that should turn out to be as Nicky said “Unfathomably delicious”, was entirely a foreign concept, especially to someone who more or less didn’t harbor or tolerate sweets of any sort. But Andrew sat atop the counter a few feet away, legs dangling over the wooden cabinet doors, his nose buried in the cookbook they were using.

Andrew flicks a chocolate chip from the bag next to him, into his mouth before looking unconcerned at Neil.

“Well it’s certainly not wrong. I mean,” Andrew flips the book towards Neil and points to the title. “..not like it says auto repair manual.” He answers matter of fact.

Neil huffs out an annoyed breath and stops stirring the wooden spoon in his hand before addressing Andrew again.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Neil says, more frustrated than anything else. Andrew had to understand his unease with this newness of baking. This uncharted territory in Neil’s ever expanding world voyage of things he’s already done and things he never had a chance to enjoy. Something as simple as baking cookies like this was not common in the Wesninski household. He was too busy mixing hair dye and assuming new identities than he was busy with mixing eggs and sugar and flour together to create a taste of comfort, of warmth and sweetness that tasted of safety and reassurance. There had never been time for those intangible feelings. If there had, perhaps his sweet tooth would be as insatiable as Andrew’s.

“No? Then what did you mean?” Andrew stares, his legs swinging still, the gap between his legs to the ground makes Neil smile.

“Stop it.” Andrews golden gaze levels his. “What did you mean?” Andrews eyes focus on him like a cat catching sight of movement in a patch of tall grass. Focused. Insistent.

Neil’s smile doesn’t fall when he answers Andrew. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m going to mess this up.” Neil remembers the honesty they agreed upon. Truth for truth. He figures it’s the best path to take right now.

Andrew folds the book face down in his lap. Reaching over, he grabs a few more chocolate chips from the bag, popping them in his mouth again before addressing Neil’s confession.

“There’s nothing to mess up. I’m reading off every step required. You’d have to be truly incompetent to think that it’s possible to mess up, all things considered. Unless you don’t trust my directions.” Andrews voice curls into a tone usually reserved for the other foxes, his walls slowly sliding up, his eyes slit to harden hues of topaz.

Neil back peddles, tripping over the right words to stop Andrews wall from locking into place.

“ No..” Neil closes his eyes, gripping the bridge of his nose with his right hand that is covered in flour after one too many zealous strokes of the mix.

“No you don’t trust-” Andrew starts but Neil cuts him off before he can continue to interpret his unfinished comment.

“No. That isn’t what I meant. I just, I’m nervous, okay? You say this is simple and I truly want to believe that but nothing is ever as black and white as it seems and even in it’s simplicity, there’s room for error.” Neil admits.

There’s a thunk sound, the shuffle of feet heading closer to him. Neil turns his head and finds the 5ft blonde beside him, staring into the mix. He sets the cookbook face up on the counter, visible to both Andrew and Neil.

“Okay.” Andrew tells him. “Hand me that measuring cup there.” Andrew flicks his head over to the pile of measuring cups to his right. Neil grabs the nearest one and offers it to Andrew.

The roll of Andrews eyes eludes Neil to the realization of having already messed up again. “What is that?” Andrew asks him.

“Um. The measuring cup you asked for?” is the only answer Neil has because it was the only answer it could be.

“Wrong. I swear, I’d be afraid too if I were you. You are oblivious.”

Neil’s brows furrow, confusion twisting into his face. “But you asked me for the measuring cup?” Neil defends.

“This is a 1/3 cup. I need the 1 cup. But you’d know that if you’d look at the instructions in front of you. That’s step 1.” So Neil leans over the counter, scouring the page for the step they were currently on. Finding that in fact it did say 1 cup and not 1/3. But could it have hurt Andrew to specify for once in his life?

“I’m not psychic.” Neil spits back. Using Andrews own words he’d once used against Neil.

“Clearly not, other wise you’d realize I have about 2% patience left with you. You’re clearly not a very avid reader either, otherwise you’d know to look at the directions before freely reaching for whatever measuring utensil is available first.

Neil plucks back the incorrect measuring cup from Andrews hand, his fingers barely brush Andrews but the roughness of them eases some of the uncertainty in his chest.

Tossing the cup back onto the pile, Neil grabs the matching orange measuring cup that is clearly marked 1cup and hands it to Andrew. It takes less than 2 minutes as Neil watches Andrew step in and fill the cup with sugar, pouring it into the bowl. Neil reaches for the spoon again to start mixing but then Andrew is repeating his last step of filling the cup again and dumping a second cup of sugar into the mix.

Neil feels flabbergasted, why would he intentionally try to sabotage these? They were for a Foxes fundraiser that Renee helped set up with a few of her acquaintances from a local church. It had been a good idea. Getting their name out there, not to mention the publicity that the notoriously delinquent Foxes were partaking in a charity fundraiser.

"I can read your face Josten. Trust me, I didn’t mess it up. You’ll see.” Andrew tells him confidently.

“But you just doubled the required amount of sugar? Isn’t that going to mess up the rest of the ingredients in the recipe??” Neil asks him, honestly curious.

“I said trust me.”

Neil nods, closes his mouth to hold in any more comments. Andrew asked, no told him to trust him. He had yet to fail Neil but he began to seriously doubt how well these cookies would turn out.

After 45 minutes & 375° later, a rack of 16 moist and chewy chocolate chip cookies sit, cooling off. They wait a few minutes before Andrew grabs one of the cookies, the middle slightly buckling from the weight of the chocolate chips (also doubled thanks to Andrew).

Andrew hands the cookie over to Neil with a “here eat this.” As if Neil were Andrew’s personal royal food tester, searching for any poisons.

“You know I don’t like sweets.” Neil reminds him. An irritated sigh escapes Andrew lips.

“That’s right. Pity.” Andrew tells him. Just then, as if on cue, Matt walks around the corner into the kitchen. Last Neil knew, Matt had gone over to the girls room to help Dan and Renee since Allison had refused to get dirty the $200 manicure she’d just gotten done.

“Matt will try it. Ask him.” Neil suggests, gesturing to him as he walks closer.

“I asked you. I didn’t ask him.” Andrew retorts.

“Yeah, and I told you no. Sugary sweet things do not tempt me in the slightest.”

Andrew looks at him a beat before returning with “You like kissing me.” A fact, no question behind it.

“I don’t see the relevancy to that in this situation.” Neil lies. Clearly Andrew was referring to the kisses they shared and how Neil never turned those down. And yeah, he didn’t.  Andrews kisses were sweet but it wasn’t the same kind of sweetness. They were welcomed. That sweetness didn’t turn and twist unpleasantly in his stomach later.

“Hey Matt, will you try this?” Neil calls over his shoulder. Matt, who hadn’t said anything, trying to keep off Andrew’s radar even just in passing, looks up beaming when Neil asks.

“Oh totally. Is this your contribution for the fundraiser?” Matt looks to Neil and then to Andrew, whose eyes were still lingering on Neil.

Neil nods his head yes, taking the cookie from Andrew before turning toward Matt, cookie outstretched.

Matt accepts it, lifting it to his mouth wrapping his lips around it. Neil braces for the worst after Andrew’s impromptu and hastily doubled ingredients but Neil is shocked when Matt’s face lights up excitedly before taking another large bite.

“This is amazing.” Matt’s jumbled words spill out of his mouth, along with a few cookie crumbs, staring at Andrew & Neil in awe. Visibly taken aback that they could create something so unbelievably good.

“Dude, I need the girls to try these. These are going to be so dope at the the fundriasier. You might want to make an extra batch!” Matt tells them. “Do you care if I grab another to take next door?” He asks.

A “No” and a “Yes” simultaneously fill the air. Matt freezes because the “Yes” came from Andrew.

“It’s fine Matt. Go ahead, you helped us so you have earned another.” Neil tells him. Andrew stays silent, which Matt takes as permission to do as Neil said. He pockets another cookie and heads out the same way he came in.

“Seriously, these are fantastic. They’ll be a hit tomorrow.” Are Matt’s last words before he vanishes back outside.

“I told you to trust me.” Andrew tells Neil. His face as stoic as ever, it’s only the flicker of a lightness in his eye that Neil can tell Andrew is pleased with Matt’s reaction.

“But. How did you.. You didn’t follow the directions though. You improvised, how did you know they would turn out so great?” Neil asks

“Sometimes the best things in life call for new plans of direction.” Is Andrews only reply.

Neil knows Andrew is talking about more than just baking. Their whole lives were built on forming plan A’s, plan B’s and plan C’s. Sometimes D’s & E’s, sometimes more.

Andrew turns to leave but Neil calls out a “where are you going?” before Andrew stops, turns and walks back up to Neil. “I’ve got some things to take care of. Box those up and start another batch, but this time follow the directions exactly as they’re written.” Andrew reaches behind Neil, grabbing a cookie for himself and taking a bite of it.

Neil stares at Andrew, perplexed.

A fraction of a smirk slips onto Andrews mouth, invisible to the untrained eye. But Neil’s eye had been trained, fixated on Andrews mouth for long enough to spot each time one of these almost smiles appears.

“This batch is mine. I trust you can handle the rest from here on out. You completed your first real baking challenge Josten. Congratualtions, you didn’t fuck it up. Now prove you can repeat this success.” Andrew’s hand lifts to the corner of Neil’s mouth and wipes away what must be a smudge of chocolate that he inevitably smeared on himself. Without hesitating, Andrew brings his thumb up and slips it into his mouth. Neil sees a flicker of his tongue swirl around it, cleaning it off successfully.

“See you later, maybe. Don’t forget, Renee said to bring two dozen of them.”

And with that, Neil watches Andrew exit out the door, leaving him with a new fondness for baking and a secret plan to “accidentally” share Andrew’s batch of cookies with the other Foxes once he finishes the next two. Batches he was already planning on using those improvised two cups of sugar on, going against Andrew’s instructions .

Neil was aware that Andrew liked to play these little games of his but Neil was getting better and better at playing them too.

Hogwarts! Minghao

anon requested: “Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Hogwarts AU for minghao/The8 like you did for Joshua and Wonwoo?? Thanks and I love your blog!”

  •  third year slytherin
  • closest with the other third years in his friend group, Seokmin and Mingyu
  • also really close with Gryffindor’s Jun
  • he didn’t really know anyone when he first came to Hogwarts
  • really quiet a lot of the time too
  • half-blood
  • tried out for the slytherin quidditch team and became one of the beaters along with Jihoon
  • and that’s how he came to meet the rest of that friend group
  • also hit Jun with a bludger
  • and stopped Jun from getting the snitch
  • which had never happened before in Jun’s entire time as a seeker
  • Minghao went to go apologize to Jun in the infirmary because he hadn’t meant to hurt anyone was just too good at being a beater
  • “What?!?! Don’t be sorry, I’ve never failed before, this makes it all the more fun!” Jun said, surprising Minghao
  • and their friendship started from there
  • never insult one of them
  • not unless you want to make thirteen new enemies
  • Minghao gets decent scores on stuff but is pretty laid back
  • isn’t really seen studying
  • rather, he trains really hard everyday with the quidditch team
  • “Grades don’t promise a good life, you have to do what you love”
  • walks around the grounds with his friends a lot
  • and talks or sits by the lake
  • also hangs out a lot in the room of requirement
  • though no one knows why
  • ask Jun or someone Minghao’s close to and they say
  • “Minghao does his own thing sometimes so we don’t bother him, it’s tough dealing with all of us all the time.”
  • also spends the most time on the quidditch field compared to the others
  • practicing or doing flying tricks with Jun
  • or just flying around the grounds on the weekend with other teammates
  • also likes spending time in the astronomy tower, stargazing with his friends or by himself
  • was rumored to have hidden a dragon in the forbidden forest as his pet
  • but no could ever get any proof he had a dragon
  • although someone did swear Minghao came into potions one day with his robes a bit burnt
  • best class is Defense against the Dark Arts
  • tbh he’s too good
  • never gets below a perfect score on papers and the professor loves him
  • which sort of bothered you
  • “I swear he doesn’t do any work in the class but the professor just lets him do whatever!” you rant to a friend
  • ever since you and Minghao met, you guys had a frenemy sort of deal
  • he had accidentally ran into you in the halls causing you to drop your books
  • and when he bent down to pick them up for you, you accidentally smacked him in the face with your robes
  • suffice to say, your dynamic with Xu Minghao had always been a bit complicated from there
  • “Hey!!! I’m sorry I made you drop your stuff, no need to smack me!” he yelled rubbing his nose
  • “I didn’t smack you and why are you running in the first place, are you lost?” you said flustered
  • this question was met with some awkward and tense silence
  • everyone knows the two of you argue over everything
  • if you both start bickering
  • “y/n and Minghao are back at it again, PLEASE STOP.”
  • and when you found out he was in the same house as you-
  • “Wait this means I’m in your classes…”
  • “I’m just as upset as you are”
  • “No way, I’m clearly more upset.”
  • “You are not, I’m suffering.”
  • “You’re lucky to be graced by my presence.”
  • “Please sweetheart, don’t make me laugh.”
  • it was almost funny how you two argued about everything
  • “No you’re supposed to add the root after you stir!” you tell Minghao in potions
  • “Well if you had read the directions faster, we wouldn’t be stuck here!” he stuck his tongue out at you
  • “Hey you two, stop fighting, you’d think you guys were a married couple or something.” your friend laughed at the two of you
  • “Shut it.” Minghao rolled his eyes
  • “Hey! Don’t talk to my friend that way!”
  • Minghao knew how to push your buttons, and you weren’t really sure why
  • “Ok but think of it this way, he legit never does stuff in Defense against the Dark Arts!”
  • “This is like the fifth time you’ve brought him up in a minute, ar you obsessing over Minghao or something? Make up your mind…” she shakes her head sarcastically
  • “I’m not obsessing over him!”
  • “RIght.” she suppresses a giggle
  • “You sure you don’t like him then?” she snickered
  • “WHat the ACtUal heCK!” you turn around facing her
  • “You’re always bickering with him over tiny stuff, and he’s always trying to annoy you on purpose as if trying to start conversations and stuff.” she said hiding a smile
  • “Are you ok? You didn’t get hexed or something did you?” you ask her
  • which makes her throw her hw at you
  • “No need for violence but what you said doesn’t make any sense.” you say handing her back the projectile that was her hw
  • “You’re always talking about him too. Now that I think about it you two are alike in a lot of ways.” she shrugs
  • “What how?!?!”
  • “Well, you’re both the best in our class for defense against the dark arts, you’re both stubborn and you’re both annoying…”
  • it was your turn to throw your hw at her
  • “Look, I’m just saying, if you like Minghao, tell him” she laughs before turning to finish her paper
  • “I don’t like him!” you say blushing unknowingly, "He doesn’t do anything in that class! Just sits around with his friends.“
  • "Explain his perfect paper scores then?”
  • “He has to be cheating, I don’t know how, but I’ll prove it.”
  • “Explain your blushing then?”
  • you stopped to stick your tongue out at her and to hide your reddening face
  • no you didn’t like Minghao, right?
  • he was just some annoying classmate of yours…
  • the more you thought about what your friend said though
  • the more you reflected on yourself
  • the way Minghao always seemed to walk up to you in potions
  • “Lovely day I would have been having, if only you, my favorite person IN THE WHOLE WORLD, were a bit happier to see me.” he’d joke
  • “Go annoy someone else” you said without looking up
  • “But I like annoying you, because your reactions are hilarious.” he’d laugh
  • or the way your eyes would naturally wonder over to his face in defense against the dark arts
  • where he’d notice you staring
  • and stick out his tongue at you or make a silly face
  • and he’d laugh seeing you roll your eyes and look away
  • but you always stared at him a bit after
  • when he wasn’t looking at you
  • and noticed how a small dimple formed on his cheek when he pressed his lips together for a smile
  • what the heck are you actually a stalker stop you don’t like Minghao… RIGHT?????!?!?!
  • but as you thought about it more
  • he never failed to make your life at school interesting
  • the way he bounded up behind you going into defense against the dark arts to tap you on the right shoulder before ducking to your left side and pretending he never did it
  • or the way you two would race each other to see who could finish hw first in the common rooms
  • or how you’d draw a mustache on his face with wingardium leviosa and your quill if he ever fell asleep
  • you had to admit your feelings for him were more than just some annoying classmate
  • but what could you do about them?
  • your relationship with him had always been just frenemies
  • once you both were trying to figure out the stupefy spell
  • and you looked over at him determined to beat him to the punch when learning it
  • and he just gave you a sly smile
  • before cracking up in laughter when you accidentally broke a desk with your wrongly done spell
  • when he threw it perfectly at the practice dummy
  • and walked over like
  • “Do you need something y/n?”
  • and you just huffed and threw the spell perfectly on the next turn before turning around to look at him pointedly
  • which he just returned with an eyebrow raised
  • “Your aiming could have been better.” he comments before turning away
  • you didn't want to like Minghao, or did you want to like him? he had always been your number one competition, the person always keeping you on your toes
  • but he also made you laugh when you weren’t feeling the best
  • and his occasional messing up was endearing 
  • and also made you want to help him when he needed it
  • “THIS IS TOO COMPLICATED I HATE EMOTIONS!!!!” you groan in the empty hallway before the room of requirement
  • you needed to get something out of the room but Minghao had popped into your thoughts again
  • speaking of Minghao popping out of nowhere
  • “Yelling in the hallways waking up the ghosts again, y/n?”
  • you nearly scream as Minghao walks up behind you
  • “Give me some heads up when you show your face, I almost became a ghost.” you said clutching your heart
  • “Yea well, I’m not really up for our usual teasing today, y/n, sorry.”
  • you look up to see Minghao sighing
  • “Why? Not up for my usual roasting of you?” you joke trying to lighten the suddenly serious mood
  • “I don’t know, I’m just tired I guess.” he paced three times pass the door and you watched a door appear
  • “Should I leav-” you start before he turns to look at you and grabs your arm pulling you into the room
  • alone
  • the room was lined with mirrors and you look closer,
  • practice dummies?
  • you watched as Minghao threw a spell at one without even seeming to try
  • and hit it perfectly
  • “I come here to practice every night, but it’s too quiet, and you were here being loud as usual so…” he trailed off
  • you stared at him as he threw another spell
  • “Anyway, I hope you don’t mind, you can just sit there and talk about how annoying I am if you want, but I just didn’t want to be by myself…” he finished blushing
  • “What?” you said trying to shake your thoughts
  • “I practice every night which is how I can pull off that stuff in class. I kind of just wanted to show off to you because you’re smart, but I guess my plan backfired, since I don’t think you like me very much”
  • you looked up feeling warmth in your cheeks
  • Minghao wasn’t looking at you, he was staring dead ahead at the next practice dummy
  • “Jun told me I’m clueless on these things, but I don’t know what to do. How do you tell the person you like that you like them?” he said giving a cute little frown
  • you were surprised at his words, “I guess the guy’s human after all.” you thought to yourself
  • but you also felt your heart fall
  • so Minghao liked someone already
  • it shouldn’t have affected you, but you felt your heart ache a bit
  • “You should just tell her” you said sighing
  • even if you liked Minghao and he liked someone else, you didn’t like seeing him not as his usual joking and vibrant self
  • “You think so?” he said looking at you
  • “Yea…”
  • “y/n?”
  • “Yea Minghao?”
  • “Ummm, I- I kinda like you." 
  • and before you even got a chance to process his words
  • he pulled you into his arms
  • hugging you to his chest
  • "I never really knew how to tell you, and it seemed like you hated me. But you always talked to me even when other people wouldn’t because they think I’m too quiet or something. And you were always just there, despite me teasing you all the time. I don’t know when, but, I really like you y/n.”
  • he let go of you
  • you, frozen in your spot
  • “You can continue hating me now, I just had to tell you before I went crazy.” he started to turn away
  • you grabbed onto his arm and he turned back to face you
  • “Uh, I kind of like you too….”
  • Minghao’s smile was the brightest you had ever seen it
  • “What’s that? Our loud y/n speaking in a whisper?” he giggled, “Could you say it again, I didn’t quite hear you.”
  • “Don’t push your luck Xu Minghao, I said I like you too.” you crinkled your nose
  • “So do you want to kind of go out with me?” he said smiling brightly again
  • “Only if you kind of want to date me…” you said returning his smile
  • “That’s what I just asked.”
  • “Well I’m awkward so what’d you expect?”
  • everyone freaking SHOOK when you walk into class together not arguing
  • “Is the world ending tomorrow?” your friend said looking at you then over at Minghao
  • the both of you just staring at each other and hiding a smile
  • Mingyu stalking over to you
  • “Did you finally break Minghao y/n?”
  • “Hm..?” you said
  • until Minghao literally shatters the earth everyone is standing on by putting an arm around you and saying “No, we’re dating.”
  • and everyone ??!!!??!?!?
  • “WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!?”
  • and everyone is so surprised
  • except for Jun
  • “I called it.”
  • “No you didn’t.”
  • “REGARDLESS, I told you to tell her.”
  • and the two of you are just the cutest most comfortable softest thing there
  • racing each other to your next class
  • games of tag as you pass each other in the hallway
  • “Tag you’re it”
  • “I tagged you you’re it!”
  • him stealing your books and other supplies to carry around for you
  • teasing each other with cute pet nicknames
  • and teasing each other in different ways
  • “Why can’t I hold your hand?” Minghao whined playfully
  • “You have to be fast enough first.” you smirk and raise your hand up to wave in his face
  • but in a blink your smirk disappears as Minghao grabs your hand, you too slow to react
  • “Gotcha.”
  • “I hate you.”
  • “Aw come one, you loooooove meeee.”
  • “No I don’t.”
  • and he’d grab your other hand too until you’re trapped facing him
  • “What’s that?” he said titling his head cutely at you
  • “Fine,” you say giving in, “I tolerate you mildly.”
  • “that’s not it.” he said before leaning down to kiss you on the cheek
  • “Try it again.” he said laughing
  • “Fine, I like you. Are you happy now?” you say giggling
  • “Mhmm. I’m very happy.”

Originally posted by fatenumberfor

 MASTERLIST

~ admin jess

anonymous asked:

Most original Dramione stories you've ever read. I'm talking the ones with a unique premise or twist you didn't see coming. Something that isn't usual in this fandom. Can be dark, fluffy, romantic. Whatever. I just want to read something that is like, WOW THAT'S DIFFERENT!

Well, here are some I can think of off the top of my head. I’m only posting the stories that are completed, not the WIPs (there are SO MANY good WIPs out there!):

A Killing Grace by Savage Midnight - Rated: M - 5 Chapters (COMPLETE) - In the midst of war, two enemies fight on common ground to bring the blood bath to an end. Hate and prejudice are flung aside, boundaries are broken, and the inevitable sacrifices are made.

A Kind and Generous Man by AnneM.Oliver - Rated: M - 30 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Regency era Dramione. Though he appeared as a highwayman, she thought he was a kind & generous man. Once the mask was removed, could she love him as he really was, or was he to hide behind his ‘mask’ forever. A story of manners, deception & love. 

Black Rose by Dawn-Of-Indescribable-Colors - Rated: M - 1 Chapter (COMPLETE) - Draco is falling in love with Hermione, his Ministry co-worker, who hates his guts. However, he is also engaged in a passionate sexual relationship with Black Rose, a beautiful dancer in a sinful wizarding nightclub, but the gorgeous witch always keeps her carnival mask on when they are together…

Cake and Other Curses by AkashaTheKitty - Rated: MA - 10 Chapters (COMPLETE) -  Hermione is far too fond of cake and all but attached to Harry at the hip. Generally, it’s working out for her, but lately Draco has been annoying her to death by mocking her weight and her relationship with Harry. One day she spots some logic in his claims that she and Harry ought to be more than friends. Uncertain how to proceed, she agrees when Draco volunteers to help. This turns out to get very confusing very fast, as Hermione finds herself becoming attracted to the wrong person…

Decomposition Of The Soul by hiddenhibernian - Rated: T - 3 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Not all prisoners serve out their sentence in Azkaban. Some are sent to the Department of Mysteries, and their fate is one of the most closely guarded secrets of the wizarding world. Unfortunately, Draco is about to find out just how far Hermione Granger is willing to go for the greater good.

Doll by Captainraychill - Rated: MA (NC-17) - 2 Chapters (COMPLETE) -  “I’d adored my doll at first sight because, though she appeared to be pure, she was really a creature of sex. Her lips were plump and painted to appear wet. Her eyes were corrupt beneath her lush lashes. Her steady, sober gaze told me that she knew her only purpose was to be used by me and that she had accepted this.”

Eyes Open by Day Met the Night - Rated: T - 1 Chapter (COMPLETE) - “He’s let the envelope fall into his palm. If she’s surprised, she doesn’t show it. ‘You know the rules, don’t you’ 'Only for when I’m at my lowest point,’ he says. 'And after I open it, I go straight to you.’” Ten years later, and he’s falling in love with her.

Forever Kind of Valentine by Avari20 - Rated: T - 1 Chapter (COMPLETE) - Draco’s plans for ignoring the most hated holiday of the year are put on hold by the God of Love himself. It’s either win or kiss dating goodbye. What’s a cynic to do?

Fortuna Major by olivieblake - Rated: M - 6 Chapters (COMPLETE) - She’s with Ron, he’s with Astoria, and nothing a cheap psychic on the Venice Boardwalk says is going to change that. Or will it?

His Beautiful, Haunting Eyes by thecellarfloor - Rated: M - 14 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Draco pushed her to the wall, kissed her roughly on the lips, then punched the glass window beside her head. It smashed into pieces and the crowd who had parted for him seconds ago gasped. Hermione couldn’t. She couldn’t even breathe. What have you done?

In Their Garden by Lady Cailan - Rated: K+ - 1 Chapter (COMPLETE) - A flowerpot sits on her windowsill and each night a new flower grows. Hermione uses her memories to cope with life after Draco is affected by a curse gone bad.

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina - Rated: M - 50 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. “I don’t even especially mind belonging to you most of the time,” he closes his eyes and just breathes for a bit, savoring not being in pain. Finally he adds, “Just… try to take better care of your toys.”

Life After Grief by Mel88 - Rated: M - 5 Chapters (COMPLETE) - The Collier’s Virus is highly contagious, magically virulent, and always fatal. Junior Healers Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are called in to help find a cure before the virus claims another life. If they can.

Only a Pretense by WickedlyAwesomeMe - Rated: T - 42 Chapters (COMPLETE) - In order to save her parents, Hermione Granger had to give up everything, even her identity… and femininity.

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie - Rated: M - 38 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Bellatrix’s torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

Questions of Science by: Countess of Abe - Rated: M - 18 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Hermione is living a content life working at St. Mungo’s when an unexpected assignment from the chief of medicine sends her to the home of Draco Malfoy. What will happen to the pragmatic brunette as she explores what science cannot answer?

Randy Man’s Playbook by BittyBlueEyes - Rated: M - 25 Chapters (COMPLETE) - A very unique book finds its way to the hands of Draco Malfoy - A book that, if utilized well, could help him fulfill his fantasies. 

Redemption by anondracomalfoy - Rated: M - 23 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Hermione works at St. Mungos, and the fourth floor has recently made a discovery and inadvertently retrieved her biggest regret-her lost and seemingly Obliviated husband, Draco Malfoy. Draco is forced to return to her, and strange things begin to occur.

Static by galfoy - Rated: M - 21 Chapters (COMPLETE) - The Order rescued Draco and Lucius Malfoy after Lord Voldemort turned on them. All the safe houses are full, and Hermione Granger is the only one who can take them in. Will she agree after having suffered a drastic nervous breakdown?

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae - Rated: M - 15 Chapters (COMPLETE) - The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.” 

The Queen’s Knight by cleotheo - Rated: M - 29 Chapters (COMPLETE) - There’s a new craze in the wizarding world: Immersion Books. When Harry and Ron buy one for Hermione’s birthday she finds herself immersed in a medieval world where a certain blond Slytherin has been cast as her lover.

Troy by Twilight to Midnight - Rated: M - 3 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Draco loved this woman. Draco worshipped this woman. Draco would do nothing short of destroying the legendary city of Troy to have her, to hold her, to possess her as his own, forever and a day. AU. Warning: Dark Draco and questionable consent.

Unspoken Rules Should Be Broken by CelticSass - Rated: M - 3 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Blaise, Hermione, and Draco shared a relationship, now Blaise is dead, and Hermione and Draco are confused as to where they stand with one another.

Utterly Despicable by camnz - Rated: M - 24 Chapters (COMPLETE) - The death of both Voldemort and Harry Potter let the pureblood elite build the world they wanted. One that leaves Hermione in a vulnerable state, which Draco Malfoy is prepared to take full advantage of.

When He Was Wicked by LadyStiff - Rated: M - 14 Chapters (COMPLETE) - When Hermione mistakenly makes a wish for Draco Malfoy to love her, she never in a million years believed it would actually come true. But when the wish doesn’t turn out as expected, will she lose Draco forever?

When The Butterflies Fly Home by AuroraAustralice - Rated: M - 45 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Commander Draconis Malfoy of Caesars Roman Army has set out to conquer the northern part of Briton. Hermione Granger has been brought up with respect and always been given an equal status as the men in her village. Unknown to her, her father stirs up the rebellion against the Roman e had never experienced harshness and cruelty before but now as a slave that is all she sees.

I’ve got so many more, but have to start getting ready for my day, so must go. Maybe others can add to the list?

XOXO,

- RZZMG


Edit: If I may, I thought this was very unique, IT MAY SCAR YOU FOR LIFE but it is good:

Fragments by Jane - M, 50 Chapters - “Last night, she told me about you. I know how you met, how you hated, how you loved.”

- Lisa