WHY IS SUGA’S HAIR SUCH A BIG DEAL? (HAIR TIMELINE)
Suga’s hair alone can turn people insane. I am not exaggerating, just look at Yoongi’s fans state after they found out he was going blue for Love Yourself HER’ comeback. YES! it has such a great impact so this post is here to show you this legend’s hair journey. Let’s get started, shall we?!
Pre-debut: He had this cute “I am a trainee” haircut but still looked so cute. At the time whoever saw Suga thought he was the one who acts fragile and all cute in the group (little did they know)
Bandana & Smokey eye
2Cool 4Skool - 2013: All we could enjoy was his dark eyebrows as for his hair it was all hidden under a bandana (That’s the thing with Suga, you can’t get both)
Turn it into a bow
O! R U L8, 2? - 2013: The hair was finally revealed, but the bandana was still there as for the eyebrows … let’s not talk about it or yoongi stans will start sobbing
Skool Luv Affair - 2014: White skin Suga went brown hair Suga and it was such a harmonious and sweet look
Dark and Wild - 2014: Suga was literally DARK & WILD no better description than that. He was spitting fire, breathing fire and being FIRE. He was like a volcano in eruption!
The Most Beautiful Moments in Life pt.1 - 2015: Ok! this was when Suga started having the same hair color as their albums (even if they denied it) And this color was so cute he looked like a Rap fairy
DOPE - 2015: BLONDE MIN YOONGI! A LEGEND. PERIOD.
The Most Beautiful Moments in Life pt. 2 - 2015: He didn’t look real with that color. He was so magical!
Young Forever - 2016: The members jokingly called him grandpa. Meanwhile, his stans turned into ashes because he was just so irresistible.
AGUST D - 2016: Yes he was blonde before. No, it is not the same thing. It’s like he became MORE dangerously attractive. His aura was no joke.
Back To Black
Wings - 2016: Black is one of the colors that suits him the best and he looks anything but basic with it. He can turn from a handsome nerdy genius
To a “you will dream of me with eyes both closed and open”
Love Yourself HER: We still don’t know what kind of history this color on yoongi will write but we are sure it will be one that no one will forget
Suga had some crazy hair dye work done too
Some bright colors
And went back to brown for a good part of 2017 until recently where he was blonde as a transaction color before turning blue
It’s surprising how Suga can pull off these colors so easily. What’s even more remarkable is how with each shade comes a new persona to light that we can’t help but fall in love with. Yoongi is a man full of appeal and surprises so we end up anticipating more every time. Let’s also hope his scalp is ok or we will sue BigHit anytime!
Just some Viktor Analysis for you kids, because you know I love it:
Figure skating, in general, is a Much Bigger Deal in the YOIverse than it is in real life. To the point where Viktor gets name recognition from people who don’t know anything at all about figure skating. I say this because I’ve been interested in figure skating my whole life, unlike I think a lot of the fandom (I could absolutely be wrong here, but that’s my estimate of the situation) and I learned very early on that Nobody Knew Jack About Figure Skating. Like I can name a total of TWO figure skaters off the top of my head who generally get name recognition–Kristi Yamaguchi and Michelle Kwan–when I talk about them to people who aren’t in the know. And even Kwan is a bit iffy. I can’t think of a single male figure skater whose name I could say in casual conversation and have someone say, “I totally know who that is.” I think this might be because the general population thinks figure skating is mostly just women, and also because figure skating really just isn’t on most people’s radar. This could be different in other countries, but even then I don’t think Viktor would have his International Celebrity status irl.
On the other hand, Viktor could just be one of those category-defying athletes who gain international attention because they are literally Just So Fucking Good at what they do. Think Michael Phelps or David Beckham. Nobody, in general, cares about swimming, but they sure do care about Michael Phelps. Everybody knows who David Beckham is, even in America, a country that doesn’t even have a real fanbase for the sport he plays. It’s entirely possible that at some point, someone realized that Viktor Nikiforov was Winning Everything and everyone got super curious over whether he would continue to do that–much like Phelps.
Also, Viktor is a very handsome European man, which probably helped a lot.
Either way, Viktor is an unusual celebrity who probably came up in the world very, very fast. As in, all attention was just on him suddenly one day. This probably happened somewhere around the 2010 Olympics, if you assume that Viktor probably hadn’t reached his full potential by his first Olympics, which was probably Turin 2006. I’m pretty sure Viktor Nikiforov stepped off the podium in Vancouver, suddenly a Russian household name and an international figure at an age where most people haven’t yet moved out of their parents’ house.
By the events of the anime, Viktor has been central in the public eye for over half a decade. He’s been TMZ’d and had a paparazzo follow him home, he’s done ads for sports drinks and athletic wear and shoes and cologne, he’s been put on diets–not Athlete Diets; Celebrity Diets; ‘eat four saltine crackers and a glass of coconut juice for two meals a day’ diets (Yakov put a stop to this quickly)–he’s had a publicist scream bloody murder at him over the phone because he did something stupid outside a club in Ibiza. One of my favorite ‘why Viktor cut his hair’ headcanons is that he had to cut it off because people kept pulling it in crowds, or trying to cut off pieces when he walked by.
These are not the typical experiences of a career athlete.
Viktor is a Celebrity Athlete, probably figure skating’s only celebrity athlete. There are probably a lot of people in the sport who don’t really even consider him an athlete, but at the same time he isn’t a movie star or a pop star, not One Of Us among the red carpet elite. Also, figure skating is unusual because it is an intersection of sport and performance. People get confused about where someone like Viktor lies on the athlete versus celebrity scale because he’s beautiful, he dresses up in costumes and performs to music. This isn’t football, or hockey or even track or swimming. Nobody is sure what Viktor Nikiforov is. He’s a creature unto himself.
His experiences are so drastically different from the experiences of everyone he knows that he literally has no one to relate to.
It creates distance. It makes him untouchable.
And Viktor? Viktor is so fucking starved for genuine human contact and connection by the time he meets Yuuri that he’s willing to take himself halfway across the planet to get it.
With all of this known, can you imagine how powerful it was for Viktor to hear Yuuri say, “I just want you to be yourself, that’s all I need”?
It’s probably reason number one (of roughly ten thousand) for why Viktor fell in love with Yuuri.
Guess who was going through the Langst tag and got inspired and sad?
So Lance and Keith were friends in high school, but fell out of touch when Keith moved away for college.
Half a year later, Keith moved back home after deciding college wasn’t for him and dropping out. Lance was thrilled that one of his friends had moved back and reached out to his old friend to reconnect.
Keith agreed and they went out to a bar together.
They woke up in bed together the next morning with horrible hangovers and evidence of last night’s deeds dried on the sheets.
Keith tells Lance that he doesn’t do relationships but that the sex was amazing and he would be up for it again if Lance was.
Poor, pinning Lance has had feelings for Keith since high school. He figures that a friend’s with benefits relationship is the best he was ever going to get with Keith and agrees.
It becomes apparent that Keith was more interested in the Benefits part of their agreement very quickly. Sex was soon all he wanted from Lance, no hanging out, no talking, nothing but a few hours in bed.
Lance is deeply hurt, feeling like he has lost one of his best friends all over again. He keeps trying to repair the friendship that he thinks he’s at fault for breaking, but nothings working.
If he invites Keith over for pizza and a movie, Keith thinks it’s a booty call. They have sex and then Keith’s gone.
If he asks Keith to go to a bar or club with him, Keith gets handsy and they end up fooling around in one of their cars and then Keith goes home.
Lance is at the end of his rope and pulling his hair out in frustration.
Then he finds out that he isn’t the only one Keith has been sleeping with. Turns out Keith’s got a new guy in his bed every other night.
Lance is heartbroken. He had thought he was the only one. He feels used. It’s like he doesn’t even know Keith anymore. He’s lost Keith.
He can’t do it anymore. He can’t keep giving and giving himself to Keith for nothing.
He starts ignoring calls and texts from Keith.
Hunk and Pidge worry and ask if he’s alright, but he just smiles and waves away their worries. It’s hard for them to keep tabs on Lance when they have college classes and live in different states now, but they try their best.
There are nights when he’s tempted to call Keith and invite him over because his bed is way to empty and he misses Keith like nothing else, but he manages.
Its around this time that his friend from college, Allura, introduces him to her friend since childhood, Lotor.
Lotor is hands down the most gorgeous guy Lance has ever seen. He was charming and just as flirty as Lance and laughed at his jokes. The two hit it off right away and Allura is so fucking smug because she’s been trying to set the two up for months.
They begin dating and Lance is honestly in awe of his boyfriend. Lotor seems perfect. Wealthy, handsome, charming, and loving. Lance is head over heels, stupidly in love.
Then Keith comes over to his apartment one night.
Keith asks him where he had been and why Lance hasn’t been answering his texts- he was worried!
Lance has no time for this. He’s blunt and harsh and tells Keith to go to someone else for sex, because Lance is dating someone now.
Keith goes pale. He tries to ask something, but keeps stuttering and restarting. Finally, he pushes past Lance and runs out of the apartment, leaving a confused Lance behind.
Things are going great with Lotor. Lance falls fast and hard and Lotor is right there with him. Lotor talks about Lance moving in with him and about their future together. Lance is so happy about the prospect of a future that he doesn’t stop to wonder if its what he really wants with Lotor.
Weeks after Keith’s last visit, he comes back drunk at 4 in the morning.
Lance lets him in, fully intending to call a taxi to take him home, but Keith has other plans. He’s throwing himself at Lance within minutes, asking him for just one more time.
Lance aint having that. Nope. It is not a thing that is happening.
Then Keith starts to cry. He keeps saying that he’s sorry and that he needs Lance and that he doesn’t care that Lance loves someone else. Says that he needs Lance, that he loves-
“Lance?” Lotor comes out of Lance’s bedroom still half asleep and hair a beautiful mess. He’s instantly awake when he sees Keith and his face goes dangerously blank. “Whats going on?”
Lance explains that he’s just calling a taxi to take Keith home, since he’s been drinking. Lotor’s face looses the blank look and he’s all sweet smiles and helpfulness again.
Keith curls up on Lance’s couch and tries not to cry.
After sending Keith home, Lance apologizes for waking up Lotor, but his boyfriend says he has nothing to be sorry for. Lance is sweet enough to help anyone, and Keith is in the wrong for taking advantage of that, that Lance did nothing wrong.
Lance is so lucky to have Lotor.
Keith wakes up to a text from Lance asking if he got home safe. Keith’s heart clenches, because he is so in love with Lance and he fucked up so badly.
He lies and pretends that he doesn’t remember going over to Lance’s place and humiliating himself because its easier.
The next day, Keith ventures out to get food and finds himself getting shoved into an alleyway between abandoned buildings and getting the shit kicked out of him.
He gets thrown around a bit, the wind knocked out of him, and a more then one bruise before he’s thrown to the ground.
Lotor and four girls are staring down at him once his head stops spinning.
Lotor tells Keith that if he tries to contact Lance again, the beating will be worse and a bone or two may be broken. Tells him that if he tries to tell Lance about this, Keith’s landlord will suddenly find a reason to evict him from his apartment.
Doesn’t Keith realize that he’s going to ruin Lance? That he’ll drag Lance down with him if Keith keeps holding onto him? He tells Keith that Lance deserves better then a college drop out turned slut whose going no where in life.
Keith already knows all this, he doesn’t need to reminder.
Keith is left in the alley with a split lip and bruised ribs while Lotor and the girls drive off in a sports car more expensive then Keith’s student debt.
If your interested in reading this, I’ve got it posted on AO3
Okay let’s make something clear. I’ve seen people talking about this but I think it’s better that someone who actually speaks spanish (Me, I’m venezuelan) explain this to the non spanish speakers in the Villainous fandom.
As some of you know, “Jefe” means boss in english, but what exactly is “Jefecito”?
In spanish, the terminations like “Cito” “Cita” “Ito” or “Ita” are named diminutive suffix, and it’s used for something/someone you consider tender, cute, little, that makes you feel heartwarmed//pity for it OR for something/someone you’re fond of or that you appreciate.
So, when you mix jefe + cito you get jefecito, practically a pet name, a name you’d only use on a boss that you actually appreciate or you’re fond of.
But why on earth would Flug call Black Hat “Jefecito” if BH only treats him bad?That’s something we can’t explain right now, because we’ve only seen 6 minutes of content and we DON’T KNOW the characters background, personalities (we only saw part of them), etc. So we don’t really know the things that Black Hat and Flug went through, how much time they’ve spent together, if they’re friends or just employer/employee, we don’t know anything. The only thing we know is that BH doesn’t hate him, because otherwise he’d thrown him out in no time.
In english one can’t truly appreciate the character’s mannerism and dialogue, since it has been heavily adapted. For example, in english, Flug only calls BH as “sir” and “boss” while in spanish he calls him Jefecito (little boss or bossy), Jefe (boss), Señor (sir), Señorón Black Hat (Sir+augmentative suffix, to make it bigger, like big sir), jefe chulo (handsome boss). Or when Flug rambles when explaining things. So that makes the eng ver to lose not only personality, but these lil certain things that tell you more about the characters.
I know this is a hard time for you, aries, but remember: 'tis better to have loved and lost. it’s really great, just the best.
step on a crack, break your mother’s back. pick up the phone, break your mother’s tailbone. take your coffee with creamer, break your mother’s femur. the wizard’s spell has gone terribly wrong, and you must not move at all until it is reversed.
you will meet a tall, handsome stranger. he will introduce himself, you will come to know him well, and he will know you well. he will grow older. his skin will sag and thin. he will no longer be handsome. he will no longer be a stranger. he will no longer be most of the things he once was. he will be a close friend, an old friend, one you’ve known for years, and with whom you are settling down into that final stretch of life. but he will always be tall. so tall. very, very tall.
I’m not saying this is bad news, but the stars just say “aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” I mean, maybe that’s a good sign, right? right? it’s a very inexact science.
today is your lucky day! which is good news, because tonight is your unlucky night. but enjoy this lucky day until the sun goes down. until the very second the sun goes down. and then…and then
you should check under your bed before you go to sleep. that way the thing hiding in your closet will think you haven’t realized where it is yet.
all eyes are on you. gross! give them back!
mars is intersecting with Mercury, which means your head is weirdly big for your body, and no one wants to tell you because they don’t want you to have the grace of self awareness. ugh! scorpios.
you worry too much about earthquakes and plane crashes. you’re going to die of heart disease or cancer, just like everybody else.
stop throwing your money away on expensive cars and nice clothes. the owners of those cars and outfits do not appreciate the crumpled dollar bills you keep throwing on them! and anyway, if you want to throw something away, that’s what garbage cans are for.
you’ve been so stressed lately. why not just sit outside tonight, relax, look up at the stars, and know basically nothing about the world you live in.
scorpions are not as dangerous as everyone thinks. try to concentrate on that. it’ll help you feel a little calmer tomorrow. (welcome to night vale ep75)
Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much
Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.
A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)
- M xo
(Gif not mine, credit to owner)
Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer.
Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?
You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.
You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.
H A P P Y R O C K Y D A Y Happy birthday to our resident reliable rock Park Minhyuk (Rocky). I honestly hope that people stop sleeping on him, because he deserves so much more than he is getting. Rocky is good at everything: he can dance, rap, has amazing vocals, writes great lyrics, acts, is soft an nice, borderline weird, exTRA, handsome. I honestly can’t imagine a better choreography for morning call or fireworks than the one he created. A multi threat. A full package.
Thank you for being born, Park Minhyuk.
you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where
the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big
sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with
him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is
awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who
played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered
and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea —
is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he
tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he
does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on
her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that
on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them
“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.
Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.
“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.
“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.
“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.
“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.
“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.
“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”
He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”
summary— your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, andboy, are they good…
➭ “Kim Seokjin is everything you don’t want in a man. Cocky, full of himself and oh so annoying. And that’s what makes him the perfect fuck buddy. Because it’s not like you could ever see him as anything more than a heartless player… right?”
pairing: seokjin x reader genre: smut, fuckboy!jin, dom!Jin wordcount: 10.1k a/n: *that* shower scene → inspired by this picture!
“C’mon, Teddy, it’s time to sleep,” Harry said for about the millionth time that night.
“No! I don’t want to sleep. I want to see Draco,” Teddy responded stubbornly. The four year old crossed his arms and scowled at his godfather.
Harry sighed a long suffering sigh. “Teddy, I’m sure Draco is busy grading papers. We don’t want to interrupt him.”
“Yes we do!” Teddy said.
For the past two hours, Harry had been trying to get the little menace to go to bed, but Teddy kept insisting that he wouldn’t comply until he got to visit his cousin, Draco. Harry was reluctant to bring Teddy to Professor Malfoy’s rooming quarters for more than one reason. The first reason being that, like he said, he was sure Draco would be grading papers and would get ornery if someone interrupted his work. The second reason was that Harry had no idea where he stood with Draco after what happened yesterday. Harry hoped that he hadn’t completely ruined his and Draco’s friendship by kissing him, especially since that friendship meant so much to him.
“Please, Harry,” Teddy begged.
Harry weighed his options. On the one hand, he could refuse to bring Teddy to visit Draco, which would mean Harry would get about four hours of sleep, and probably fall asleep in the middle of a Defense Against the Dark Arts lecture tomorrow. On the other hand, if he did bring Teddy to visit Draco, he would have to see Draco, and talk to Draco, and try to hide the fact that he was incredibly, stupidly in love with Draco.
But then Teddy made the choice for Harry by screaming at the top of his lungs, “I won’t go to sleep until we see Draco!”
“Shh, Teddy,” Harry said. He hurriedly covered Teddy’s mouth with his hand. Harry was really not in the mood to get reprimanded by McGonagall for waking up the entire school. “We’ll go see Draco, okay? But we’re going to be very quiet, and we’re only going to stay for a little bit.”
“Yay!” Teddy said when Harry removed his hand. His hair changed from an angry red into a bright turquoise.
Harry led Teddy through the empty, dark halls of Hogwarts, holding him by the hand to prevent the child from sprinting ahead. When they reached the door to Draco’s room in the dungeons, Teddy said excitedly, “I’ll hide behind you, so I can surprise him!” Harry smiled at Teddy’s enthusiasm, even though he was still quite irritated with the boy.
Harry took a deep breath and then knocked on Draco’s door. He heard a muffled “fuck” on the other side of the door.
“What do you want?” Draco’s sharp voice sounded from inside.
Harry didn’t say anything, as he was afraid Draco wouldn’t open the door if he knew who it was, so he knocked again.
“For Merlin’s sake,” Draco said irritably, and the door to his quarters swung open reveal a flustered, pajama-cladden Draco. “Harry,” Draco said. He looked- and sounded -just as surprised to see Harry as Harry was to see him. Well, Harry wasn’t exactly surprised to see Draco, but he was surprised to see the state that Draco was in. His normally groomed-to-perfection blond hair was all ruffled and messed up, sticking out at awkward angles. Draco’s pajamas consisted of a white cotton t-shirt that was just tight enough to show off his lean, muscled frame, and pants with a small pattern on them that suspiciously resembled Harry’s glasses and scar. Frankly, Draco was adorable and sexy at the same time, and the sight was nearly enough to make Harry swoon.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?” Draco asked, pulling Harry out of a fantasy in which he was running his fingers through Draco’s tousled hair.
“Language,” Harry replied, remembering that Teddy was also there.
“Language? Are you serious, Potter? I’ve heard you say much worse. And by the way, you didn’t answer my ques-” Draco was cut off by Teddy abruptly jumping out from behind Harry and shouting, “Surprise!” The little boy ran towards Draco and hugged his legs. His hair was now the same platinum color of Draco’s.
“Teddy,” Draco said, shocked. He looked from Teddy to Harry, confusion in his eyes.
“Andromeda made last minute plans to go on a date and asked me to take Teddy for the night,” Harry explained, looking down at his feet to avoid eye contact. “Anyways, Teddy refused to go to bed unless he got to visit you.”
“Andromeda is dating?”
Harry laughed. That was not the question he was expecting. “I suppose so.”
“Who?” Draco asked.
“Er, I don’t know. She’s your aunt, after all. Shouldn’t you know who she’s dating?”
Draco shrugged. He smiled down at Teddy and bent down to pick him up. And, no, Harry definitely did not look at Draco’s arse when he bent down. He did not. And he certainly did not wish he could touch Draco’s arse. And when Draco lifted Teddy to rest at his hip, Harry was not admiring Draco’s arm muscles. And if he was, it was completely innocent. There was no way Harry was imagining Draco’s arms pinning Harry to a bed.
“I’m glad you came to visit me,” Draco said to Teddy with a smile.
“Me too,” Teddy said. “I wish I could live at Hogwarts and be with you and Harry all the time.”
Draco chuckled. “That would be an adventure.”
Harry was beginning to feel awkward so he said to Teddy, “Well, now that you’ve seen Draco, are you ready to go to bed?”
“No!” Teddy replied instantly, clinging to Draco. “Draco has to tell me a story first. He tells the best stories.”
Harry looked to Draco, who just grinned with a shrug. “It’s true,” Draco said. “Uh, you can come inside if you want.”
Harry’s heart immediately started being faster at the thought of being in Draco’s room. “Sure,” Harry said, careful not to sound too eager.
Draco moved to the side to let Harry in and then shut the door. Harry surveyed the room in awe. The far wall was completely made of glass, and on the other side of the glass was the green-tinted water of the Black Lake. There wasn’t much to look at, just some seaweed and and fish, but it was beautiful anyway. Teddy ran over to look out at the lake as Harry turned his attention to the furniture in the room. Draco’s bed was near the glass wall, and so were his wardrobe and trunk. More in the middle of the room was a fireplace, a sofa, and two armchairs. Harry jealously wondered who Draco invited over to sit in those armchairs. The part of the room that Harry was standing in seemed to be Draco’s personal potions lab. There was a desk covered in papers, and a long table with a cauldron and many potions ingredients on it.
“What do you think?” Draco suddenly asked. Somehow he had ended up standing right next to Harry.
Harry shivered at the close proximity and answered honestly, “It’s nice.”
Draco seemed pleased. He smiled and even blushed a little. “Thanks. Guess I should give Teddy that story now.”
Harry nodded. He watched Draco walk over to Teddy and silently admired the elegance in Draco’s movements.
Five minutes later, Harry and Draco were settled in the armchairs and Teddy was nestled between a thick layer of blankets and the soft cushions of Draco’s sofa. Draco was deep in a story about a beautiful silver dragon that was being hunted down by the people in a nearby kingdom, because the dragon was thought to be dangerous.
“The people had no way of knowing that the dragon was really a handsome prince that had been cursed to be a dragon until he met his true love,” Draco was saying. Teddy looked at his cousin with reverence, hanging onto his every word. Draco didn’t notice that Harry was doing the same. “So the king chose one of his knights, the most brave and noble one, to go find the dragon and slay it.”
Teddy gasped. “No,” he whispered.
“The knight did as he was told and left for the mountains, where the Dragon was hiding.”
“Did he kill the dragon?” Teddy asked impatiently.
“Well, when he found the dragon, it was asleep. The knight was ready to kill it, he had his sword posed to strike, but then the dragon opened its eyes. And guess what happened when the knight looked into the dragon’s eyes?”
“The dragon turned back into a prince,” Harry answered automatically.
Draco looked at Harry amusedly. “I was asking Teddy.”
“Oh, of course.”
“Anyway,” Draco continued. “The dragon was suddenly enveloped in a magical, blinding light. When the light was gone, the knight was astonished to find that there was no more dragon. Instead, there was a man. It was the prince, but he didn’t have a crown, or any fancy robes, so the knight thought he was just a commoner. Since the knight was noble, he helped the prince nonetheless and promised to take him to the kingdom. As the two traveled to the kingdom, they became very close and began to fall in love. It wasn’t until they arrived at the kingdom that the prince revealed the truth about himself and the curse that could only be broken by true love. The knight and the prince got married the next day and lived happily ever after.” Draco was whispering by the end of the story, because Teddy had begun to fall asleep.
Harry smiled at Draco. He liked the story, and he especially liked the dragon. Draco saw Harry’s smile and he returned it before getting up and gesturing for Harry to follow him. Draco led Harry to his office, which was connected to his room by a short passageway.
“Thanks for telling Teddy that story,” Harry said once the two of them had made themselves comfortable in the office- Draco in his leather chair, and Harry sitting on Draco’s desk with his legs hanging off the edge.
“No problem. I can keep him for the rest of the night if you want,” Draco offered.
“You don’t have-”
“No, it’s fine. I want to.”
“Okay,” Harry agreed.
There was a beat of silence.
“I feel li-”
“I like your pajama pants,” Harry said, cutting off Draco, because he wasn’t ready for rejection yet.
Draco’s face went pink. “They were a gift,” he disclosed.
“Right,” Harry said. He smirked and Draco’s blush increased.
Harry exhaled deeply. No more pretending then. “I know.”
“You kissed me. Why?”
Tell him it was a mistake, tell him you didn’t mean it, tell him you want to forget it ever happened, screamed a voice in Harry’s head. But Harry was tired of lying to Draco, and to himself. He summoned all of his Gryffindor courage and confessed, “Because I like you. I really, really like you, and I’ve wanted to kiss you everyday for almost a year now. And yesterday I just couldn’t stop myself. You were standing there, rambling about your new potion, and you were so excited and passionate and I felt like my heart was exploding.”
Draco stared at Harry like his whole world had been turned upside down.
The next morning…
When Andromeda came by Hogwarts to pick up her grandson and found Harry’s room empty, she knew the next logical place to look was Draco’s room. But when she arrived at Draco’s room, what happened next was not at all logical. Because little Teddy was the one to greet her at the door.
“Where are Draco and Harry, sweetheart?” she asked the small boy.
“In bed,” Teddy answered like it was obvious.
Andromeda’s heart nearly stopped. If Draco and Harry had finally gotten together, she was thrilled, but she was appalled to think that the two of them would be doing things while Teddy was in the room.
She stalked over to Draco’s bed and was relieved to find that Draco and Harry were fully clothed. Draco was leaning against the headboard as he slept, and Harry’s head rested peacefully in his lap. A book entitled The Dragon and His Knight lie on the bedside table.
“Are Draco and Harry true loves?” Teddy asked his grandmother.
Andromeda smiled. “I think so.” “Are they gonna live happily forever after?”
“Of course they are. That’s what true loves do, isn’t it?”
you know i remember when i was in the fourth grade and ben barnes played prince caspian in narnia 2: sword boy or whatever and i never even saw that movie because i loved the first one too much and i was like… who is this man on the poster??? who is this person??? ruining one of my favorite movies??? …… he’s so pretty????
and now i’m sitting here almost twenty years old watching the punisher and this man…. has the nerve to continue to be…. so stunningly handsome…. and it’s so offensive to me like i remember you sir i remember you and your hair
It’s been a long, exhausting day. Between the flight, check-in, the press junket, the photo ops, all Eric wants is to get a little bit drunk with the guys, grab some dinner, and fool around in Jack’s hotel room. Hopefully in that order, but he’s open to fooling around whenever.
He must have a dopey smile on his face thinking about the debauchery he’s been looking forward to all week when he realizes someone is watching him from across the bar.
Tall, nice hair, professional, and he’s looking at Eric, no, at the empty chair next to him. And he’s walking over.
So if you replaced one of the two guys of your OTP with a girl
WOULD YOU STILL BE OK WITH IT?
Would you SUPPORT a fourteen year old girl being romantically involved with a twenty three year old man?
Would you SUPPORT a woman’s consistent refusals being continually ignored because a guy is obsessed with her?
Would you SUPPORT a woman giving into these demands and it being portrayed as romantic because the guy is “determined” enough?
Would you SUPPORT a woman being stalked and harassed, no matter how cutely, by a guy, handsome or not, cuz he just “can’t live without her?”
Would you SUPPORT a woman getting with her “enemy” cuz he beat her so many times she just had to “submit?”
Would you SUPPORT a woman who’s been manipulated and controlled by a man her entire life, who’s been lied to and hurt by this man, maybe he’s her best friend or something, always fucking forgiving him for his crap and “Staying by his side, no matter what?”
Ask yourself why it’s ok when it’s “between two guys."
Ask yourself why it being two guys makes it any different.
And now listen to me, as I give you the correct answer:
It’s not any different.
All you damn feminists claiming you want equality, well, honey, boys are children too.
Boys are KIDS, goddamnit, they don’t deserve to be sexualized, I’m almost constantly seeing 15 year olds treated like sex objects for older more aggressive males in your damn ships.
The fact that they’re boys CHANGES NOTHING.
Guys who love guys deserve fucking nice, normal, happy relationships that DO NOT INCLUDE RAPE, MINORS, HARASSMENT, OR CREEPY PERSISTENT WEIRDOS DOING SHIT THAT WOULD EASILY QUALIFY THEM FOR RESTRAINING ORDERS.
Can we PLEASE protect gay men from creepy fucking sexualization too?
Or is that just for women?
Are you the type to think men can’t be sexually harassed too?
2017 resolution for ya: protect boys from creepy ass fangirls and protect gay men from this toxic relationship garbage.
And start listening to this crazy animentality weirdo when he’s waving his arms and talking about something important from time to time, MAYBE YOU’LL LEARN SOMETHING.
It’s Fanfic Sunday! (Monday whoops, ran a little late because I got carried away with the writing) Prompt is Formal Event + aquarium date, suggested by an anon and the discord chat! <3 Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy the read! Will try to do the other prompts next time! Read it under read more!