this was supposed to be a decent picture but then i forgot how to draw

Solangelo headcanon?

I’ve had the same damned Solangelo scene stuck in my head for months now like almost a year tbh its haunting me so I figured I should write it down (it’s going to be in bullet point format bc I don’t feel like writing with effort)(it’s canon-setting but if anything clashes with canon w h o o p s also idc let me lIVE)(this is also maybe one or two years after BOO)

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The Long Lost Friend [ Draco x Reader] Part 11

Summary: Slughorn’s Christmas party is here

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: it took me ages to write, I’m so sorry

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“I’ll go in first and then you’ll follow, no maybe the other way around, you’ll go in first and then after a moment I’ll also show up. Or maybe we will just go together and pretend that we had pumped into each other just there, behind the door or…”

“Let’s go in, it’s idiotic to stand in the hallway and mumble for another 5 minutes,” Draco remarked.

“Just like that?” you asked, just to make sure.

“Yes, just like that,” he chuckled and shook his head but not in a disapproving way.

“Oh, right… that’s also an idea.”

Draco mumbled the password and the door to the common room opened up.

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Focal Point

I need some more Yifan love on my blog, so enjoy dorky photographer!kris! :)

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3AM group cram sessions in the library had become pretty routine this late into the semester. Caffeinated drinks were shared amongst the students huddled in a secluded area of the building, eyes glazed over like zombies as they flipped through countless pages of lecture notes.

“Name the principal trunks, go!”

“Lumbar, intestinal, jugular…?”

“Subclavian and bronchomediastinal.”

You and Xiumin had been taking turns quizzing each other for upcoming exams. The other boys were mostly silent, and you were pretty sure at least half of them had fallen asleep with their eyes still open. You felt the cheap library sofa dip down beside you, and you turned your head just as Kris offered you another energy drink.

“Thanks!” You accepted it greedily, preparing to pull an all-nighter.

“No problem. Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Go for it.”

“I have a final project for my fine art photography class. We’re supposed to put together a portfolio, and I was wondering if you could be my model?”

“Oh! You want me to model for it? I’m not sure how good I’d be…” you admitted sheepishly, flattered that he’d even consider you.

“You never know, right? You’re probably way better than you give yourself credit for.”

“Well, I guess… that’ll be okay then. I’m up for it.”

“Sweet. And afterwards, maybe we could grab a coffee and look over the photos?” he proposed. Did he just ask me out? A few snickers were heard from the group — so they weren’t asleep after all — but you ignored them.

“Sure, that sounds like fun.”

He flashed you a gummy smile, telling you that he’d text you about it later.

* * *

Kris had told you that you were going to the peony meadow outside of campus. You decided to go for a Grecian goddess-type look, wearing a loose, flowing white dress, topping it off with a crystal necklace and a flower crown that your friend had crafted for you. Hey, might as well dress for the occasion. You were quite excited actually; this was your first photoshoot, albeit not professionally, but it was still enough to make you anxious. Especially since it was with Kris; you two were casual friends but you had to admit that you didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was an extremely cute photography major, so you were happy to get to know him better. He arrived at your dorm around noon, dressed smartly with his trusty Nikon hung around his neck.

“Wow… you look really great!” he commented upon greeting you.

“Thanks! I’m not overdressed, am I?”

“Definitely not; you look pretty stunning if you ask me,” he responded, making you blush.

You arrived at the fields shortly thereafter, which was just in walking distance from campus. Kris adjusted his camera lenses, took a few test shots and gave you the green light to start the shoot.

“So… how do I pose? Should I sit down, or…?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Just act natural. Stand if you want; sit if you want. My job is just to take the pictures.”

You spent a fair amount of time out there, posing for shots around the blooming flowers and tall grasses. You had felt awkward at first, but he maintained a light atmosphere by constantly cracking jokes, which were usually terrible puns that were so bad you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, I think we’re done,” he announced. You skipped over and peered at the viewing screen as he shuffled through a few photos.

“Did they turn out okay?”

“Better than okay; you did awesome. They all came out really nicely. I got some good candids too,” he mentioned, throwing you a quick wink.

“I hope you don’t plan on blackmailing me anytime soon then,” you quipped, chuckling.

“Wouldn’t think of it. Should we head back? There’s a small cafe around the corner that sells killer lattes.”

“Sounds good!”

You and Kris sat at a table near the window, chatting about anything and everything.

“So how did you get into photography?”

“I’ve always been interested in art. I wanted to be a painter when I was little. You know, my friends call me Kriscasso,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

“They do?”

“No, I’m just kidding, don’t believe that. My drawing is pretty terrible,” he admitted.

“It can’t be that bad,” you answered, amused.

“Maybe I’ll draw for you sometime and you can judge for yourself. I’ll just stick to taking pictures for now.”

Your phone buzzed, giving you a slight panic when you read the incoming text.

“Ah, I’m sorry but I have to go! I totally forgot that I promised to study with my friend before class. I had a lot of fun though; we should do this again sometime.”

“Oh, yeah sure! I had fun too. I’ll see you tomorrow, right? You’ll be in the lecture hall?”

“Unfortunately,” you replied. “But I guess if I’m sitting next to you, it won’t be so bad,” you teased, winking. You gave him a hug and peck on the cheek before making your way out.

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Library cram sessions became slightly less crappy after that. A few dates and classes spent passing notes instead of paying attention later, you came to the conclusion that he was legitimately the dorkiest yet sweetest guy you had ever met. He had the habit of doodling on your class notes and although he was no Picasso, the cartoon-style illustrations never failed to make you laugh.

“Hey ______, guess what?” he asked as you two did a daily coffee run.


“Remember that project that you modeled for? My professor loved it so much, she wants to display it at our showcase next week!”

“Wow, really?! That’s great! I guess I’ll be the new face of campus,” you joked.

“You definitely could be,” he remarked genuinely. “You’ll come, right? I told her to reserve a ticket for you.”

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it.”

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You entered the showing gallery on north campus, sliding past clusters of people filtering in and out of the building. Kris had told you that he’d meet with you towards the latter half of the event, him having to speak with other professors. You got yourself a drink from the banquet table, taking in all of the other projects displayed around the gallery. A variety of nature’s wonders stood before you: sunsets, flowers, ocean waves, crystals, practically anything that your mind could conjure up. Strangely enough, you didn’t see any photos like the ones Kris had taken — more specifically, ones of people — but you brushed it off as a trivial observation. You found Kris’ project proudly displayed on one end of the hall, photos of you hanging delicately from the ceiling and mounted on the walls. Some of them were candids, like he had mentioned, but had thankfully come out decently.

“Wait, are you the girl in Kris’ photos?”

The voice had come from another female student standing to your right.

“Yeah, I am!”

“Aww, that’s really sweet of him. You’re so photogenic, maybe you could model for me someday,” she jested. “Well, have a great night, okay?” She waved and was off, flightily rejoining her own entourage.

You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly she was talking about. It was really sweet of him? Of course, it was nice of him to ask you to model, but come to think of it, you had never even asked him what the project was about.

“What do you think?”

The deep voice was undeniably Kris’, and an arm draped around your shoulders confirmed your assumption.

“Honestly, you did such a great job! They look amazing.”

“Only because you were my model,” he stated with a goofy smile on his face. “It’s a little stuffy in here, do you want to go for a walk?”

You agreed, letting him slip his hand into yours and lead you outside around the premises. He was going on about some hilarious antic that Jongdae and Baek had managed to get into the other day when you decided to ask him the question that had been culminating in the back on your mind.

“Hey, I forgot to ask you this earlier, but what was the idea of this whole project? Did you have a prompt?”

He smiled slyly, keeping his gaze straight ahead.

“Yeah, I did.”

“What was it?”

He stopped walking in order to face you, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

“Something beautiful.”

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Note: Hope you liked it! I currently have 4 requests in my inbox; two for Kai, one for Chanyeol, and one for Sehun. Please keep in mind that I have several more scenarios to release before I post them, but you’ll start seeing the requests no later than the week after next! Please sit tight for now, and you’re always welcome to send more in after you read my FAQ!

a-bacon-of-hope  asked:

I'm not asking for a particular fic just because I want one - I'm sorta doing it because your writing is sorta hypnotic and shit, I dig it. I kinda feel like talking to a celebrity rn, that's how much I like your stuff. Anyway, how about Clarke being really inept about Bellamy, having seen him only a couple of times and not knowing his name but she really wants to draw him and/or fuck him. (get drunk and go for it is how i did it but i forgot the dude's name so yeah, i'm pathetic) peace bro xxx

Clarke has been told, multiple times, that she should rebound.

“It’s not really my thing,” she tells Raven. Raven doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, and Clarke shrugs. “I’m not really into casual sex.”

“It’s not casual sex. It’s, like–when you go to a fancy restaurant and they give you the ice cream between courses. Palate cleanser. But, you know. For your vagina.”

Clarke chokes on her beer. “Holy shit, never say that again.”

“I’m just saying, it helps. You know how I got over Finn?”

“We drank a lot and watched Netflix and photoshopped pictures of him from Facebook so he looked like he had horns and boils.”

“Also, I fucked a hot guy, and it was awesome.”

“It still took you a while after that,” Clarke points out, gentle, and Raven finally scowls.

“Okay, I might have fucked him too soon. But how long has it been since you and Lexa broke up?”

“Six months,” Clarke admits.

“Yeah, that’s a while. I’m just saying, a rebound is like–no-pressure, getting you back on the horse. I know it sucked the way you guys broke up, but you shouldn’t be making yourself miserable.”

“I’m not. I’m just not dating.”

“Find a cute girl or a hot guy or a hot girl or a cute guy and fuck them,” Raven advises. “And you’ll feel way better about the world.”

“As always, I didn’t ask for or want your advice, but thanks, sort of.”

Raven grins. “What are friends for?”

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