trying it out tonight

Like you mean it 😘

Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)


Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!

“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.

“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.

“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”

Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.

When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.

The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.

“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.

“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”

Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.

“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.

“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”

Draco scowled when Potter snorted.

“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”

Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.

“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”

“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.

“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.

“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.

“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.

“What? I won’t be kneeling-”

“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.

“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”

Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.

“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.

“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.

“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.

“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.

“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.


Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.

He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.

“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”

Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.

He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.

“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.

“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”

“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.

“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.

“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”

“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”

Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.

“Why do you even like him?”

Draco frowned.

“How should I know? I just… do.”

Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.

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Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, startled by something. Might be his dreams, might not. He didn’t remember enough of them to tell.

What he remembered of them usually went like this:

He woke up alone. Statics filled the air. The streets buzzed. The punches never came, and he just walked the streets until he was on the ground, in front of an alleyway. The dusty lamppost stood between him and the entrance. The light flickered the way usual household light bulbs did, but slower.

Then he woke up, alone, the newest podcast playing on loop in his ears. The light was always off.

It really wasn’t much to go by.

even more bc it has to run its course 

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March 26th 2010-2017: 7 years today since your audition & look where you are; performing your first song in front of a huge crowd at Ultra last night!
I’m so proud to see how much you have grown & how much more confident you are in your voice & your talent. You are nowhere near done.

BTS Reaction | Asking to Call Them Daddy

Request: idk if this is astrology related, but can you tell how they’d react when you ask to call them daddy? thank you!

This is totally astrology related! I based this on their sun, mars, lilith/eros and other various aspects. Hope you enjoy~ (Mature content ahead)

Jin

Your confession was the turning point for him. Before, he tried so hard be a gentleman and control himself, to not give into your irresistible aura. Now, he could finally unleash the beast he had been caging for far too long.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask. Come here princess, Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”

Originally posted by fawnave

Yoongi

Previously, he was surprisingly soft and gentle in bed. He never tried to bring in something new or push you to your limits: as long as you were happy, he was happy. Until now. His wicked side is out to play.

“Daddy? [he chuckles darkly, the dark tone sending chills down your spine] How unoriginal of you. It’s sir to you darling. On your knees. Now.”

Originally posted by 1oyalty

Hoseok

This had been on his “to do” list for a long time, so he’s ecstatic when you bring it up first. He can’t agree so easily, though, there has to be some teasing. He wants you to work for it.

“Daddy huh? Wahhh, my baby girl is so much naughtier than I thought. I ought to punish you for hiding this so long. Bend over my lap, sweetheart.”

Originally posted by parkjewook

Namjoon 

*already unbuckling his belt* 

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

Jimin

He hid his kinky side at the beginning of the relationship, fearing it would change your view on the innocent boy he appears to be. When u tell him of your desires, he’s flustered, but so so eager.

“Mmm really princess? When do you want to try it out? Tomorrow? Tonight? Right now? Daddy is always ready for you.”

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

Taehyung

He doesn’t quite understand at first; thinks the nickname is a bit silly. He’s always willing to please and compromise, but he’s also hooked on the way “Tae!” tumbles out of your mouth in broken whimpers during passionate moments.

“Why though? I think you sound so much prettier moaning out my name, kitten.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook

He’s young, inexperienced, and gets a kick from being submissive. Due to that, he’s never really seen himself in the role you want him to play. But like everything he’s faced with, he takes it as a challenge; something new for him to perfect. And trust me, he will.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, baby girl?”

MAKE BELIEVE

I like to imagine–
    sometimes, in the dead of night
    with only the stars left to act as witness
I like to imagine a kinder world
where we have never learned to swallow blood in our sleep.

I know that they say make-believe is a game for children,
but darling, 
                   lover,
                            half of my heart, 
none of us ever got to be children, really, 
so play along with me for a little while. 


I know this world is not here, but maybe it exists somewhere–
    somewhere past the last twinkling star
    somewhere the moon cannot bear witness and the sun cannot reach
    somewhere prayers go to live
Maybe it’s real beyond the space between your breath and mine.

And in this world,
Sunlight is warm and gentle and welcome.
There are no broken pieces of ourselves hidden in the shadows that scuttle away from daylight.
There are no burial grounds in our chests tucked away like secrets where the sun cannot penetrate.
The stars are just merry friends in the night, not a thousand eyes staring into our darkest corners.
The wind does not whisper memories too faded to reach.
The earth does not tremble with the weight of lives unlived.

And in this world,
Your fingers and mine fit together like a key in a lock, instead of bullets clicking into place in the chamber of a gun.
Purple is the colour of violets, not bruises,
    and the only red we know comes from sunrises on mountaintops.

Can you imagine it?
If you close your eyes and breathe real slow,
Can you see it past the nightmares dancing behind your eyelids?
Can you hear it beyond the pounding of your heart like a death knell?

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so i live with 7 people. 4 of them basically trashed me, my older brother and my other roommate’s things while we were gone. they literally threw our shit into a lake. that ONE bag of clothes is all we have left. we have to leave immediately. but we have no where to go.

someone please help like or we deadass gonna be out on the streets tonight. we’re trying to get a motel which is $40 a night until we can get situated into our new apartment which is available a month from now

please help…..

my paypal is krisdine@naver.com or paypal.me/blackfairy
I appreciate you (Peter Parker)

Summary: Movie nights by yourself get interrupted by the one and only, Spider-Man

Warnings: none, very fluffy

Word Count : 928

Originally posted by hollieh

Your Friday nights are usually reserved for some time to yourself as you wind down from the school week. Tonight you intend to binge on all the Star Wars in the spirit of the newest one coming out in your closest budget theater. The plan is to finish the prequels and then start the original trilogy. As the night passes by you finish the prequels and you’re about to start the original movies when you decide to get up and restock on snacks. When you return to your room with an armful of popcorn and other junk-food you see the city’s favorite spandex wearing superhero.

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