turned out better then i thought it would


Secrets Out {Part 1} {Part 2}

When you made your way to their dorm later that day with the hat that you had taken, you were nervous to say the least. You wanted to ignore that gut feeling you had yesterday. ‘I’m just being paranoid’ you said to yourself quietly ‘they’re my best friends they wouldn’t just do anything to jeopardize that’ you kept reassuring yourself.

When you got to their dorm. you placed the hat on the countertop closest to you and right away you heard whispers, you couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying but from the words you did hear, you knew it sounded somewhat serious? When you closed the front door to get their attention it immediately went quiet. You fought yourself so hard to not overthink it, you crossed it out of your mind. Gone and forgotten.

You walked in to where they were all sitting, and sat in between Jungkook and Jin, you didn’t know how to explain it but it felt different, the whole atmosphere changed, Jungkook felt uncomfortable around you and Namjoon seemed to have sat straighter when you sat down and you saw it. Remember that pit in your stomach from yesterday? Well it was back and deeper than ever, you wanted to bring it up but you couldn’t seem to find the words and there was an awkward silence before Taehyung stood up making everyone jump a bit. “hey y/n! Let’s go play video games!” “tae-” you couldn’t finish your sentence before Taehyung pulled you up and dragged you to the living room where all the video games were. Taehyung got your mind off everything happening around you, but those slight moments where you would look around to see Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi standing in the back whispering amongst themselves made you sink back into the depressing state where you question everything. Taehyung quickly picked up on your pauses and brought you back to the games. You felt him trying so hard to make you happy and get your mind off it, he knew about what was going on and he was trying to distract you?

Jimin came into the room being his giddy self but you felt it was forced. Was he forcing himself to be happy around you? why would he do that? Jungkook ignored you at almost all cost, something was eating at him and you were determined to find out what it was. What have they all been hiding? Usually you wouldn’t be afraid to speak up, ask them, but now it seemed as you were the source of the problem. You excused yourself to the bathroom to pick yourself up. when you came out, you must have been really quiet because none of the boys seemed to have heard you. Before you turned into the living room you heard voices you stayed behind the wall determined to find out what they were talking about, how you could fix it. “hyung I really can’t take this anymore every time I look at y/n I feel like crying” you recognized it as Jungkooks voice. “Jungkook you can’t say anything, she’ll be so hurt if we told her” a voice you heard as Namjoons said. “what we did was cruel and I’m also hurt we did that but why now Jungkook? Why suddenly after all this time you feel like you need to tell her now?” “Jin hyung please see where I’m coming from, I like y/n more than just a friend, but I can’t ask her out knowing what we did” Jungkook said he sounded as if he was so close to crying. “guys shut up y/n…” jimin said quietly. You’ve been spotted. You just stood there almost frozen. What have they done that was so bad? You’re going through all these years you’ve been friends with them in your mind. Wondering what has been happening behind your back.

They knew about your problems with trust and ‘friends’ in the past, they knew how you overthink everything, they knew about your anxiety, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. “y/n…I’m-” Jungkook mumbled. “I don’t know what you did or what it has to do with me but you better tell me… now!” you were angry. That pit in your stomach seemed to have dropped to your feet. Your mind racing with thoughts. “y/n I think you should sit down” Jin said softly following a mumbling in agreement from Jiimin, and Hoseok. You didn’t know what they did but you felt like crying again, you felt like your world was falling apart. Your surroundings turning dark. you sat down in front of them analyzing each of their faces.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon looking like at any second they would burst out in tears more than you were, Jin and

Yoongi just look worried like they were thinking about what you were going to do and not having a conclusion. Hoseok is clearly upset with himself he looks like he’s mentally punching himself, he has that triangle mouth that appears when something is really upsetting him. What was going on? Why are they acting like this? What did I do? What happened? Can I fix this? Shit. You were breathing fast while not breathing at all. The silence was painful you were losing your patience. “well someone speak!” you said loudly making them all jump. You looked around once more and all of them seem to be either in tears or near tears. Jin took a deep breath, he grabbed your hand as if to make sure you won’t walk away. “y/n, we….”

A/N: ok so idk how much i like this and i feel like i rushed it and its getting to the problem too fast? idk but there is a lot i want to write that works with this so we’ll see a lot of you have been asking for a pt. 2 and i was so happy a lot of you liked it since it was my first time writing a series type thing, but I’m happy and thankful. i forgot to put the title of the story on the first part but i think ill be calling this series ‘Secrets Out’ what do y'all think? ok i hope you liked this part~ pt. 3? (ps i feel like the angst was weak with this one so I’m sorry)

anonymous asked:

hey! So, have you readen 'bout the french speaking Draco? Plss, can you write some?

Sure! I couldn’t resist giving Harry a language kink. Hope you enjoy the ficlet!

French speaking!Draco + Harry having a language kink


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When Harry applied for the Auror Training program, the last person he thought he would see was Malfoy. It was weird at first, being in the same class with him and not fighting.

Being partnered with Malfoy was another thing Harry didn’t expect to happen. But it did. They were the two Auror trainees with the highest marks in all tests and exercises. And they showed great potential working together. Apparently.

So there was no weaseling out of it. It took a few months but eventually Harry and Malfoy became friends. And then - lovers. Harry had never thought that would happen either. But their superiors were correct. They made a great team, in all meanings of the word.

But even the best Auror team had boring cases sometimes. Like their current one about a street mugging. The only interesting thing about it was that the person mugged (and the only witness) was a French man. Who only spoke French. And that was precisely the reason they were given that boring case. Because Draco knew French.

It was new and curious information for Harry. He wondered how he didn’t know. But more importantly -  he was about to hear Draco speak French. But he wasn’t enthusiastic about it. Of course not!

It was just that… well, Harry liked French, ok! And he loved Draco. It was only natural that he’d love to hear Draco speak French. Some people have language kinks, right? It wasn’t weird or anything. Right?

Draco’s voice brought Harry to the present.

“We’ll get Lucas’s statement and then go to lunch. I’m starving.”

Draco reached the table where Lucas was sitting and sat down on the chair opposite him. Before Harry could prepare himself, Draco began speaking. Harry’s breath hitched. He had absolutely no idea what Draco was saying. Well, he could guess but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Draco sounded so hot speaking French. It currently ranked in the top 10 sexiest things Draco had ever done, according to Harry. And that was saying something.

Draco’s voice caressed Harry’s ears and Harry fought the urge to close his eyes and enjoy the voice even more. That would be a bad idea because then he might enjoy it too much. Mainly because he would imagine Draco in a completely different setting, like in their bedroom, speaking dirty to Harry in French. And then Harry would get a physical reaction. And that would be unprofessional.

But it wasn’t like it would be the first unprofessional thing he had done. Having sex with one’s Auror partner against the office door was pretty unprofessional too. But that hadn’t stopped him.

Draco stopped speaking and the man began a long explanation of his own. Harry was very disappointed at that. Lucas didn’t sound nearly as good as Draco speaking French. And it was his native language.

Harry also noticed that he had closed his eyes without realizing it. And that he had enjoyed a French speaking Draco too much. And that he indeed had a physical reaction. Thanks Merlin for Auror robes. He willed the tent in his trousers to go away but his mind kept supplying him with Draco, his lips moving around French words. Then Draco’s lips around something else. Draco had always been good at that. Very good at it.

Shit. This was bad!

Lucas had stup up, finally. And Draco spoke again. Harry almost whined. He looked around the room for something to distract himself with. There was nothing. Nothing he managed to notice anyway.

When Draco stopped speaking again, Harry wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or disappointed. Draco stood up and was beckoning Harry towards the exit, apparently done getting Lucas’s statement.

Harry followed somewhat woodenly. Once they were in the corridor, Draco gave him a confused look.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing!” Harry protested.

Draco squinted and looked straight into Harry’s eyes, not even blinking. Harry gulped nervously. Draco would find out what was going on, Harry was sure of it.

“Your pupils are dilated and you’re blushing. My, my, Harry, are you…” Draco moved closer to Harry to whisper in his ear. “…aroused?”

Harry turned his head and brushed his lips against Draco’s cheek.

“Maybe. Will you do something about it?”

“Yesss.” Draco’s hand found the bulge in Harry’s trousers and cupped it. “What got you in the mood anyway?”

Harry was silent, not wanting to actually tell Draco the reason and too busy enjoying Draco’s touch. Maybe Draco would let it go.


He should’ve know Draco wouldn’t let it go. Of course not.

“Um… well, I… you…” Harry took a deep breath and buried his face in Draco’s neck. “It was you speaking French, ok!”


Harry’s cheeks burned and he shoved his face further into Draco’s neck. Draco’s free hand caressed his hair.

“I can’t believe you have a language kink.”

“Hey! It’s a completely normal kink to have!” Harry protested but his voice was muffled and cracked at the end of the sentence because Draco’s other hand kept working on the bulge in his trousers.

“Sure, it is.”

“Are you really gonna kink shame me now?”

“Mm, no. I’m not exactly in a position to kink shame people, don’t you think?” Draco’s eyes shone with mirth and arousal. “Now, let’s go to our office. I’ll combine giving head and speaking French. I think you’ll like the result.”


Finished the shirt I made during my live stream today! Had a lot of fun having a Tay-Shirt making party with @blankspacewinkyface 😊 It turned out a lot better than I thought it would and I’m so proud of it 😭 Love you @taylorswift @taylornation ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

DADDs:  bad – BEST DAD

Still haven’t played the game yet but hey, I think we all know by now that I have a Type™  🔪🔪🔪🔪

(Also I say best dad, but lbr they all seem fantastic)


(DON’T REPOST TO OTHER SITES)  //  MORE ART ON MY DA (<-link in my blog header)

episode one :: Yuuri Katsuki is the most beautiful disaster that Victor has ever met in his entire life, and Victor has built his empire on beautiful disasters.

Victor isn’t sure he knows what he’s doing anymore by the time casting rolls around for season 22 of The Bachelor.  Okay, he knows what he’s doing, but it’s all autopilot.  He’s got a dossier of Chip Vanderbones and Tad Hardbeefs to look at, but is almost resigned enough to just give into Lilia and Yakov’s suggestion to cast Georgi Popovich, notorious histrionic Bachelorette season 10 runner-up, as this season’s lead out of sheer notgivingafuckness.  At this point Victor isn’t even sure whether he really wants to be in this game at all anymore, but what the hell else he would do besides sleep for a thousand years if he retired before thirty?  

And then Phichit Chulanont comes into his office to distract him during a conference call with Yakov to tell him a story about his friend who just crashed and burned at the Figure Skating Grand Prix Finals, and everything click click clicks into place: redemption narrative.  Twenty young men are going for the gold, but only one can win the heart of Yuuri Katsuki– he can hear the promos, see the character arcs unfold, and the narratives rush through him like they’ve always lived inside him and it feels–exciting.  

“Phichit,” Victor says suddenly, interrupting Phichit and grabbing him from across his desk.  “We have to get him.  He’s our next bachelor.”

“Oh my God,” Phichit replies, eyes widening, and then again, “Oh my God.

“Do you think you could get him?” Victor asks.  He’s seeing figure skating dates, thematic destination shoots in Chile and Finland and Iceland, “The Bachelor: Love on Ice” title screen flashing over two champagne glasses on the lip of an outdoor hot tub.  

“Do I think I can get him,” Phichit repeats dismissively, looking the closest to offended that Victor has ever seen him.  “What do you think you hired me for, Nikiforov.”

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I really wanted to try doing a more realistic portrait again so I used my beloved DnD character, Marf the Monk. 

TONS of new experimenting in one drawing! Especially coloring, brush use, and lighting. I’m really hype because I finally got the “colorizing a black and white painting” to work out and while the grayscale may have taken ~10 hours to shade, it only took about one hour to color! I’m definitely going to practice this method some more because I’d love to be able to offer examples of this style for commissions.