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amorchai · 2 months

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📁 ₊˚⊹ could i get a cute lil blurb pls bubba! how about "i couldn't stop looking at you yesterday" with draco !

draco admits his feelings for you.

pairing(s): draco malfoy x reader

words: 636

warnings/tags: draco is a sad boy [ canon ], r is not pureblood, mentions of insomnia.

a/n: i love this sad lil' guy, prompt taking from prompts via my boyfriend.

you’re relationship with draco was complicated. he was a pureblood slytherin, and you weren’t. however, behind the opposing personalities, whenever you conversed with the ashen blonde boy there was a hint of tension laying thick in the air.

while he wasn’t kind to people, he wasn’t mean to you. whenever someone spoke ill of you he would defend on your behalf, but before you could thank him he’s walking away ignoring you. it was confusing.

the annual ball took place, and you went with your friends, dancing with hermione filled with laughter and light. but the whole night you felt draco’s eyes on yours.

he was with a slytherin girl, you knew to be popular in the year. but his eyes never left your frame, even when you made eye contact, his gaze never faltered.

you laid in bed all night thinking about it, and had finally had enough. so, without any sleep, in the early hours of the morning you decided to take a walk to clear your head.

the astronomy tower was a safe haven, open air of the view of scottish highlands a classic escape from searing thoughts. however, you were unaware of the company from the person you were trying to clear your mind from.

until he spoke.

“i couldn’t stop looking at you yesterday.”

you sigh, looking down to your hands holding the metal gate, “draco…” you trail off. you couldn’t see him, but could feel him moving closer behind you, his footsteps heavy but slow.

“it’s true. it was impossible to turn away, i watched you all night.”

you finally turn, looking at his demeanour from in front of you cautiously. simple black trousers and top like he hasn’t been in bed himself and he sends a small, daring smile your way.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you say in contrast. the constant tension when you didn’t believe anything would come of it in the end. he was closer, standing right in front of you, tall frame forcing you to look up at his soft features.

“do what?” draco dares you to answer, he was quiet and to the point, scanning over every inch of your features delicately that you felt so seen. “whatever this is, draco.”

you sigh again, looking down, “you were with daphne greengrass, you shouldn’t now be here saying you were looking at me instead.”

draco looks confused, as if it was so simple, “but i was.” his finger touches your chin, cold touch forcing your eyes to look back up at his own before he continues, “in fact, i was looking at you so much she ended up spending the ball with cassius. i don’t blame her, my whole night was focused upon you.”

“draco, if you’re here to do this and then walk away as if you don’t even like me then i’m not going to entertain it.” you watch as draco smiles, enjoying your company in a way he’s never been so close to you, finally under his touch as he leans in closer to your face.

he chuckles lowly, highly entertained by how bothered you were, wanting a clear and concise answer from the boy who always showed he cared in the most draco malfoy way.

and he was willing to give you that answer, “trust me, i don’t plan on walking away anymore.” with that your lips finally meet, soft yet firm as draco displays his affection, finally.

the corners of his lips tug slightly when he feels you kiss back, fingers tracing your jaw before he holds your face, not wanting to pull away from your warm face.

draco wasn’t one for words, and reveled in the fact that now you seemed to accept that, tense body relaxing while you push closer to him, lips moving as if made to be together.

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lovebotmo · 4 months

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like the movies

chapter one - falling behind

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pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 1199

author’s note: i am so excited for this first chapter. im forcing myself to pace these so i don't get burned out LMAO. i hope you enjoy this first installment!!! also not beta read so fight me.

song inspiration: "like the movies" by laufey

“Why haven’t you ever dated, Y/n?”

While the question had been relatively simple, its forwardness sent you into a coughing fit while sipping your coffee at breakfast. Sitting across from the inquirer, Luna Lovegood, you quickly mopped up your spill while throwing her a dirty look. The conversation at your table that morning in the Great Hall had consisted of relationships, past, present, and mind-numbing, wobbly-kneed crushes, but you hadn’t expected the focus of the chat to turn towards you.

To your right, your dearest friend, Hermione Granger, quickly jumped to your defense. “It’s not that simple, Luna. There are a number of perfectly good reasons why someone does or does not, in Y/n’s case, date!”

Hermione seemed absolutely content with her answer, patting you gently on the back with a kind smile. Her sympathy made you groan before you dropped your head into your hands. “For the love of Merlin, can we please discuss something—”

Ginny Weasley plopped down on your right, eager to give her two cents on the matter of your abysmal dating record. “I mean, you’ve had people interested in you, right? None of them have piqued your fancy? What’s his face—um…Lee Jordan! He asked you out a few months ago, right? What about him?”

“What about Cormac?” asked Hannah Bones. “I know he’s a bit of a tosser, but he’s not bad to look at. I sit next to him in Transfiguration, I could introduce you!”

Increasingly irritated with the course of the conversation, you piped up. “Thank you, Hannah, but I’ve got no interest in—”

Ginny interrupted, “What about one of my brothers? They’re bloody idiots, no doubt, but I’m sure I could put in a good word. What’s your type? Hmm—you into the whole cheeky thing Fred and George have going on—”

“Enough!” The four girls stared at you and your face that could easily rival a tomato with its present scarlet hue. A silence washed over the nearby tables in the Great Hall. A few odd looks were thrown at you from the surrounding students before their conversations recommenced. “As much as I appreciate your intense interest in my lack of relationships, I don’t feel like fleshing it out over cinnamon rolls and sausage links at 8:00 a.m. in the morning, if you lot don’t mind.”

The girls quickly began to apologize before you hushed them. “It’s totally fine, seriously, I just don’t want to get into it. We’re all good. Promise.”

As if sensing that you weren’t entirely ‘good,’ Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Hermione beat her to it. “Y/n and I have got to get going if we’re going to make it to Potions. We’ll see you guys later, alright?” You could have snogged the life out of Hermione for the offered escape route. You and Hermione both knew you had another thirty minutes before your first class, but what the three girls didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. After swiftly packing up her things, Hermione linked her arm with yours, whisking you away from the other three.

Even though your next class was in the dungeons, Hermione steered you towards an unfamiliar corridor, one she had likely found on the vast number of adventures she, Harry, and Ron had found themselves in over the years. Arms still intertwined; she sat you both on a bench. After sitting in a few moments of silence, you squeezed her arm and spoke, “Thanks, ‘Mione.”

Returning your squeeze, she smiled. “I figured you could use a break from that inquisitive lot. They can be a bit much, altogether at once. Merlin knows how they’ll react when I tell them about Ron and me.” The two of you looked at each other in stunned silence before bursting into laughter. Hermione laughed at the imaginary image of shock and disbelief she imagined would appear on Ginny’s face. You laughed, however, at the thought that anyone could be unaware to the obvious affection shared between the couple. You doubted that Filch, perhaps the most oblivious man to ever inhabit Hogwarts, couldn’t see the feelings that had steadily been growing between Hermione and Ron since their first year. Feelings you had yet to experience at Hogwarts, despite your desperate desire to.

As if sensing your thoughts, Hermione peered into your face before softly speaking, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I won’t push you or anything, but I just want you to know you have an ear if you want one.”

Considering her words, you peered at the ceiling that seemed miles away. Of all the people you knew at Hogwarts, Hermione might have been the best to unburden yourself to.

You turned to look at her before speaking. “Well, it’s like this. Take Lee Jordan for example—when he asked me out, he found me after Defense Against the Dark Arts and just said, ‘Want to go out sometime, L/N?’ And that’s it! I mean, it took him all of four seconds to ask—and I don’t know…I asked him why he wanted to go out with me—which let me tell you he gave me quite a funny look because of my question—before he said, ‘Well, you’re fit and nice.’

Hermione laughed at Lee’s simplistic answer before you continued. “Don’t get me wrong, it was a fine answer, and I appreciated the ‘fit’ part especially,” you said, winking at Hermione, “But that was the whole exchange. No real effort, no deep interest in me. It was simple.”

Hermione smiled at you, “But you don’t want simple, do you?”

You shrugged. “I guess not? Believe me, I don’t want a live performance where the man of my dreams serenades me with a homemade song listing my manifold of attractions.” This time you joined Hermione in her laughter. “I’d rather die on the spot, honestly, than endure that, but the point is I don’t want to be asked out just to be asked out. I want someone who’s thought about it, someone who’s noticed the little things about me, and lets me know that he has noticed them. I want to be wooed, goddammit!”

Hermione pealed in laughter for a solid minute before she managed to catch her breath. Smiling, she replied, “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be ‘wooed’, Y/n. Godric knows Ron could stand to do a bit more ‘wooing’ when it comes to us.”

Turning your body fully to Hermione, you took her hands into yours, earnestly. “You don’t think I’m asking for too much? Being too high maintenance? I mean, I suppose we are young and still learning after all and—”

“Y/n, no. There is nothing wrong with wanting to know if someone truly likes you and wanting them to show it.” She squeezed your hands in assurance.

“Are you positively sure, because honestly—”

“I am absolutely sure, Y/n.”

“One hundred percent sure?”

“What do you think absolute means, Y/n?”

“…Point taken, ‘Mione.”

“Now then,” she said, standing and dragging you along with her, “we really must head off to Potions if we don’t want to be late.”

Trotting behind her, you smiled at your ever-punctual friend, “Yes ma’am.”

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breadcat-xx · 18 days

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@jegulus-microfic

09.04.2024 - heart - 263 words

“You’re so cruel...”

Regulus sighs as he stuffs one of his notebooks into his bag. He’s heard it all before, has tried different strategies over the last couple of months and has come to the sad conclusion that nothing works. James Fleamont Potter is an incorrigible dramaqueen.

“Seriously, Reg, do you even have a heart?”

“James...” He tries, glancing over his shoulder. “My love, please...”

“Don’t ‘my love’ me.”

Regulus can’t help but smile when he sees that James’ cheeks are turning pink. He likes it when he calls him that, and Regulus likes to use that knowledge to his advantage.

He walks over to his boyfriend, who’s still in bed, and kisses his pouty lips. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He promises, caressing the side of his face. James huffs, so Regulus kisses him again.

“It’s my last class this week.” He mutters against his lips. “Tomorrow, we can sleep in and spend all day in bed... How does that sound?”

James seems to consider it for a while. Regulus is well aware that he wants to cuddle now, not tomorrow. Unfortunately for him, Regulus has an exam coming up and he’s not skipping this lecture. James agrees reluctantly.

Regulus smiles. “See you later, Jamie.” He tells him, pressing one more kiss to his lips. James manages to steal another one before Regulus can pull away fully.

He allows him to.

When he’s out of the door a few minutes later, Regulus has a hard time containing his smile. He has to admit he can’t wait for tomorrow morning to come around.

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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When will we see the new 1dbandmate!yn album????

Album Cover:

Her ONO in London's 02 Arena: December 30, 2022

"Have fun out there, Mrs. Styles." Harry smiles when YN quickly hushes him with her gloved-covered hands.

After dropping her latest album last week (and getting married since then), the night has finally come for her One Night Only show at the O2 Arena in London. The couple now stands backstage just beyond the entrance of where she needs to go to head underneath the massive main stage.

She looks around to make sure no one is hearing them--only a couple of backstage crew members were around and talking amongst themselves as they prepare for the show--before she looks up at him with a giddy smile, "Thank you, hubby. Now go. I want you to be the first one I see when I got out on stage."

A giggle bubbles out of her throat as Harry takes her jaw in his hands and peppers kisses all around her scrunched-up face before planting one of her lips. As much as he wanted to, he knew that he couldn't wear his wedding ring for this special occasion given how much they love their privacy. It was for the best in the end.

Once him and her manager get escorted away (reluctantly so), he looks over his shoulder with a smile to see her scurry underneath the stage structure with her tour crew members flashing their flashlights to the floor in front of her.

...

Once her introduction video has come to its end, YN and her four tour dancers slowly get risen up to the stage to the beginning of her song Woman. The women are brought onto the stage in their fixed positions scattered around a few kitchen set pieces to replicate her album cover. Some are seated at the small table looking like they are doing a cheers with their glasses, another is by the refrigerator as she looks for something on the lower shelf and, of course, YN holding the glass jug of milk close to her lips like she's about to drink from it.

Fans can see she's also wearing her full blue gown that was used for the album cover. It doesn't take very long until she breaks from her frozen position and smiles in utter disbelief, hovering a satin glove-covered hand over her mouth as she looks around at the sold-out arena.

With the song's extended intro, her dancers seamlessly remove the fluffy bottom half of the gown to reveal YN's true outfit for the night. With the sound of an arena filled with screaming fans already chanting her name, her undying love for performing, and finding her husband standing in the relatively close section reserved for family and friends with a beaming smile--life couldn't get any better.

The five ladies on stage strut their way center stage and hit their first dance moves as YN sings, "Woman, let me be your woman..."

...

There's no way that the fans don’t miss the way that when YN sings Main Thing, she smiles giddily at Harry. As she dances and bounces around with her other tour dancers, she can't help herself from looking over her shoulder to match his lovesick smile.

Especially when YN hops down her catwalk and doesn't shy away from singing straight in her secret husband's direction, "Got me trippin', I adore you. I adore you."

...

"Hello, O2. M'name is YN, s'nice to meet you all," YN says from her spot at the end of the catwalk as the crowd roars. She raises her hand and waves to the audience on her right and then curtly spins to her left. She's then using both of her hands to wave to the people up in the nosebleed seats to the people down in the pit, to the people behind her, and all around her.

...

When YN riffs the last note of Bad Side, the audience screams and yells in a mixture of excitement, happiness, and craziness in seeing the pop star.

Once she hands her guitar off to one of the backstage crew members and begins to pull her satin gloves back on, she cheekily brings her chin to her shimmying shoulders.

In the midst of the screaming fans, she hears a girl at the barricade scream out, give it up for the dress!

"Oh, you mean this dress?" YN teases with a knowing smile while pointing to herself. She then takes a second to pose while the crowd yells in excitement: pinching the silk ends of her dress and jutting out her hip, turning around and cheekily looking over her shoulder, swaying her hips as she runs her hands over the front of her outfit.

"Oi enough, you guys flatter me too much," YN says as she messes with her earpieces. A bubbly giggle pushes past her lips when she hears the entire arena begin to bark and hoot. She looks up at her husband and other family members at their seats to see the way he's pumping his fist and hooting along with everyone else.

YN scrunches up her nose and playfully yet aggressively bites down her bottom lip as she copies his arm-pumping motion.

...

"Y'all already know this one," Is all YN says before the lights go out and the infamous guitar intro to her latest single Nonsense begins to play.

This song had its debut on her most recent tour a few weeks prior. Fans were in no way expecting her to just drop a new song off her upcoming album on a random show in Latin America but they gladly accepted the surprise with chaotic screaming, wide eyes, and making the song trend all over TikTok from her creative custom outros.

She moves down the catwalk with a bounce in her step, stopping to crouch down in front of some fans who are all desperately reaching their hands out in hopes to touch the pop star.

As YN sings, her reflexes come in clutch when someone throws a pair of retro cat-eye shaped sunnies and she's able to catch them before they fly by her head. The fans scream out in excitement when she slides them onto rest on the bridge of her nose as she continues the song with ease.

"I'll be honest," YN pinches the end on the sunglasses, tilting her head forward and sassily looks at the fans over them. "Looking at you got me thinking nonsense."

And when she gets to the outro of the song, the fans wait in anticipation for her freestyle ending:

"This crowd is giving me all the endorphins,

Y'all know H can rearrange my organs,

Donny was the city I was born in!"

...

"O2, you ready to slow it down with me?" YN asks as she settles herself to sit on her left thigh in a ladylike fashion. Before the audience knows it, she begins to sing the opening lines to Happier.

A lot of this album is dedicated to Harry, especially to the intense Rollercoaster they've been on in the past 12 years of knowing one another. When sifting through her old songs that never left her folder full of demos, she found this song dated back to 2018 when Harry was spotted with another girl.

She knew not to believe tabloids so easily, but when he didn't accept her nightly face time call, when he began to later to respond back to her text messages, and even canceled on coming to a show where she was going to secretly dedicate a cover song to him, she felt pathetic for feeling hurt.

They had only broken up a month prior in the midst of the on and off relationship, and she was quick to assume that he was quick to move on. Come to find that the tall blonde woman he was with was from his record label as he was working on pitching a chance to make a second album--with YN as one of the main producers no less.

Feeling embarrassed at her jumping head first into conclusions, she stuffed the song file away ready to be forgotten forever...that is until she played it for him for shits and giggles. She's didn't think much of it since they were already engaged to be married and her jealousy for the forgotten woman was way past her.

It became a bitter sweet moment since Harey kept insisting on her to fully produce the song and while she profusely rejected the idea, it's now one of her favorite tracks on the album.

...

"We were supposed to be just friends," YN lazily points to her right, a faux look of confusion washes over her face and she tries not to smile when the fans erupt in a fit of screams.

Glitch has been one of the most anticipated songs that fans have been wanting to hear after some leaked information on Twitter revealed that Taylor Swift was one of the writers on this track.

This song never fails to make the couple smile. There truly must have been a glitch in the system for ending up together--getting married after twelve years of being in love with one another. Through so many ups and a ridiculous amount of downs, it seems like this point in their lives would never come to fruition.

For YN, it's hard for her to wrap her head around how happy she is with him. This all seems so good to be true, like a dream that she's bound to wake up from any second. How can she still be in this in love with him? Wasn't she supposed to sweat out her feelings for him years ago when they were in the band together?

For Harry, there was no way that he would finally get his girl. There are times were he threw logical out the window and just contemplated for days on end how their old management team made them sign that contract all those years ago. With that silly stack of papers, the two teenagers agreed that they wouldn't date, be romantic with or do any type of other intimate acts within the band. While this should had dissipated their feelings for one another, it only somehow made their burning love that much stronger.

It's been almost a week since they made their promise to be with one another forever and both have been floating off in a cloud of bliss ever since.

"I thought we had no chance," YN shrugs up at her husband before giving him a reassuring smile and a lift of her pointer finger, "And that's romance, let's dance."

...

YN would be lying if she says that she wasn't nervous to sing her next song.

Low is by far one of her favorite songs on her new album. It has more of an R&B style of music that she loves and it expresses her true thoughts about being a private person--especially when it comes to her relationship with her new husband. It's definitely one of the more explicit songs she's ever made and bless Harry for being so patient with her on her indecisive, back and forth decision making before officially locking it into the tracklist.

Not to mention that her family and in-laws are in attendance for tonight's show.

Harry can see how timid she is when she begins to sing on the main stage. He sees the way she's keeping her eyes on the floor or glazing over the crowd, her movements are limited to slowing strutting her way across either side of the stage, and (similar to him whenever he performs a new song) her hands can be seen quivering as she fidgets with her earpieces.

However, it's safe to say that YN is pleasantly surprised when the crowd seems to be singing the loudest they have ever been since the start of the night.

By the second chorus, YN has a great surge of confidence zooming through her as she dances center stage with her back-up dancers behind her, "If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent, In the bedroom I be screaming, but outside I keep it quiet."

She's a performer and she feels so much love from the fans as they create a safe space for her to be who she wants to be on stage. There's no denying that even as shaky as she was at the beginning of this song, all her nerves are nowhere to be seen as she makes her way down the catwalk with a sultry sway of her hips.

"We fucking, we ain't making love no more," YN makes a talking motion with her hand. "You talk that talk, but it don't match with yo' strokes." The floor of the arena is practically shaking when they see YN extends her arm lowly out in front of her and moves her hips like she's sensually thrusting into someone to the choppy beat.

...

"Um," YN puts a hand above her eyes to block the blinding stage lights to look up at the section of the area reserved for family and friends. She can't help but let out a nervous laugh before waving up at her loved ones: her husband, her stepmum Penny, her mother and sister-in-law, Louis and the rest of the Tomlinsons as well as some of the other Styles family members who were recently at her wedding.

"Hi everyone. Sorry yeh guys had to see that," She snorts and the crowd laughs along.

After following Low with her song Need To Know and 34+35 from earlier in her set (both songs with an excessive amount of hip swaying, gloved hands running over her curvy body parts, and bum bouncing), she just needs some reassurance that she hasn't totally traumatized her family.

"Mum, Anne. Yeh lot alright?" YN gives them a thumbs up and she giggles when the two mums lift their hands up in the air as they holler out to let her know they were having a good time.

"Okay, good. I mean, this is a family show after all," She gives a very nonchalant shrug as the crowd erupts into a fit of screaming. After a minute of the crowd going crazy, she lazily brings her microphone back to her lips as she drags out, "Or is it? Right, babe?"

YN cheekily smiles up at her husband and if the crowd wasn't already losing their minds, they certainly are now. "Aw, look he's so embarrassed. It's 'cause our mums are here. Don't worry, it's not like m'singing about choking you with a sea view or anything. Or singing about a certain sugary fruit that's code for doing something nasty to you. Or about...nah I won't say that last one. Anyways..."

...

"...know it's for the better..." YN continues to sing over and over again.

As she sings, her eyes look up at the beautiful sight of a fan project before her. The area is split into three colorful, lit-up sections: pink for her first album, green in the middle for her second, and blue for her current album. And right in front of her, a giant red heart that expands from the nosebleeds to the pit.

Waiting Room was the first love song YN ever wrote. A song too emotional for 17-year-old YN to ever show anyone, a song too embarrassing to ever see the light of day, a song she pathetically wrote about her bandmate.

She'd never had a real crush on anybody before, let alone know what it feels like to be in love. So when these oogey gooey, butterfly-flapping feelings in her tummy emerged at the sight--no, at the mere thought of Harry--it terrified her. She certainly didn't have the courage to talk with anyone about it but she knew she had to get it out somehow; so she turned to music.

Her repeated line has a multitude of meanings and as the years go on, it only seems to increase: her unable to be with him during their time in the band, deciding to keep her feelings bottled away for the sake of friendship and professionalism, finally working out their hidden away feelings, taking things slow, and so much more.

Her emotions get the best of her and she takes a step back from her microphone stand, and while still strumming her guitar, her eyes get glossy and her nose turns pink.

The crowd finishes the song out, repeating the line over and over again, she gives the crowd a water smile and mouths the words thank you.

...

"So with this next song, I wanted to explain a little something before I sing it. Alright?" YN introduces at the end of the long catwalk.

"This song was inspired by a real-life situation, but not in the way that yeh guys may think. So I have a close friend who had some guy issues and after some talking, I suggested that she make a list of things that she doesn't like about this guy to help her see how bad he is for her. And so with her permission, I made it into a song." She huffs a laugh when she hears the crowd begin to scream in excitement from knowing what song she's going to sing next.

"So let me just get one thing clear," YN raises her finger by her hand, already having a hard time taming her smile. "This song is not, not about Harry."

The crowd lets out some ear-piercing screams at the mention of what they know to be her boyfriend. When YN dropped this song as her first single off of her new album about two months ago, both of their fandoms went ballistic in assuming that 10 Things I Hate About You was about the one and only mister Harry Styles. The fans went crazy trying to piece together all the information on this so-called list and couldn't wrap their heads around Harry being so toxic.

The couple knew this was far from the truth and as long as they knew that, it was all good. Plus, they both had a good laugh seeing all the conspiracy TikTok videos attempting to explain how this was related to Harry in some way and to hear how shocked people were that he was unable to...perform in bed. Some were even trying to connect this song all the way back to Kiwi.

This song is by far one of her favorite songs to perform live. The fans are screaming the lyrics back to her, the floor is shaking, and YN is bouncing around all parts of the stage.

Especially when YN sings:

And I don't know how I fell for your shit

You gross me out, now I got the ick

And I've got a list on why you don't get to-

YN throws her head back, arms splayed out beside her and with a beaming smile, mouths along as the crowd screams out, "Fuck me!"

...

"If you want-want what you want-want, then you want it," YN moves her arms similarly to her husband when he aggressively hits music beats on stage.

"You're better than the man I knew, we were in a band and you would flinch, you wouldn't make a move," YN dances freely around the stage and waves her hand dismissingly beside her. "Try to forget the rest as I watch you get undressed. I pray to God this won't be a mess."

This song is hands down YN and Harry’s favorite song they made on her album. Each line of this song encapsulates their relationship from bandmates to more. A fee years cannot erase their history, their love, and passion for one another. It's a wonder to both of them how much their burn for each other continues to blaze stronger after all these years.

"Everybody's always known," YN's lips tug up in a smirk as she hears the crowd scream out knowing precisely what she's referring to. "But I didn't want to admit."

Anyone can obviously point out how enamored Harry and YN have been with one another since 2010. With as much denial as the two of them have been to not only themselves, but to the public eye, they were no match for their fanbases.

It has taken YN years to finally come to terms with that fact that it's okay to love and care about someone as deeply as she does with Harry. She's finally and fully able to admit that she wants him, to have and to hold him, in sickness and in health and for the rest of their lives.

He is truly her soulmate, he's her endgame.

As YN effortlessly hits the last high notes at the end of the song, color confetti rains upon the crowd and they're graced with her golden smile.

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pssherri · 10 months

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Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days?

#snucius #severus snape #lucius malfoy #inspired by daemon and rhaenyra pic #and sirius` lapdog speech #i did it with gaga's government hooker on repeat #harry potter #digital art #sketch #fan art #they will hold hands at every art of mine #and then they got married #i'm trying to go to uni and im about to lose my mind #severus x lucius #snape x lucius

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pooks · 5 months

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ootp but instead if accepting the promotion, Percy takes a sabbatical from the Ministry (he spent his whole first year as a working adult being deceived, manipulated, used, overworked and then made the scapegoat) because he's sick of their shit.

also he decides to go to a muggle university in London. it was first out of spite to the magic world (as they don't have universities),but then he found new friends who are just like him and share common ground.

he's so happy that nothing brings him down and now the twins, Ron and Ginny are low key (nah, high key) scared that he's gonna forget about them now.

"well, you said I was too boring for you guys, so now I'm going to my equally boring friends and we're gonna have boring activities in a boring pub close to my boring muggle university. so, cheerio!"

Fred, George, Ron and Ginny are moody af and tries to make sure Percy doesn't move away from home. Hermione is just annoyed with their antics and Harry is confused as heck.

background Sirius cause he lives for drama and just snacks on popcorn while he watches this going down

#hp headcanon #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #hermione granger #harry potter #ootp au #hp ootp au #hp ootp #percy says “fuck the ministry” and go to muggle uni #because he can #arthur is obvs very proud because muggle uni

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littlewinnow · 11 months

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Muggle university au! With down & out Draco.

#drarry #harry x draco #hpdm #the idea that they meet again in muggle college after Hogwarts is so funny to me #muggle uni au #myart

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monpetithl · 1 year

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matching cardigans <3

#harry styles #louis tomlinson #harry styles fanart #louis tomlinson fanart #hlsource #its Them #im back with a small doodle after a while :D !!!#had some time between uni classes and had to doodle them 😣#hl are ltr that picture of the two cats one with a heart shaped patch of fur & the other with a skull shaped one that says theyre dating #my art #hope u like and leave some love <3 ily

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greenerteacups · 9 days

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What do you think as Hermione's career would be post battle of Hogwarts? To me her being minister for magic really doesn't make sense. She does not have patience or tact to wade through murky waters of politics 😭😭

So hard to say! The Trio are so, so young when we leave them, I find it almost impossible to project their futures farther than a few years out. The job that suited me at 17 would be radically unsuited to me now. That's why of all the Trio, Ron's ending strikes me as the most realistic — he jumps straight into the save-the-world business again, burns out, realizes he's actually Done The Fuck Enough, Thanks, and pivots into a low-stress career where he gets to see his family a lot. Feels accurate! The others are weirder to me because they do seem to just... pick a lane and stay there.

With Hermione, you could spin her a couple ways. You could say that she leans into her bookish side and does research or teaching, which is not my preference for a couple reasons (namely, I don't think Hermione would like academia as a profession; she finds her classwork interesting and enjoys intellectual validation, but she'd be stifled and wasted in a DPhil program, and she'd be infuriated by the administrative politicking of your average higher-ed faculty). You could say that she gets disaffected with politics and ends up as a barrister or a lobbyist of some kind, but if anything that requires more political finesse, because you don't actually have institutional power, you're just handling the people who make decisions and trying to persuade them of your goals. This is not Hermione's preferred method of influence. She's not even particularly good at persuasion, she just happens to be smart enough (and right often enough) that people take her ideas seriously.

Or you could say her brashness fades with the years into a softened flavor of tell-you-like-it-is honesty, which some politicians actually do successfully trade on; as we see in British politics today, you don't have to be all that charming or clever to get ahead, you just need to be really driven and well-connected (which Hermione completely is; she fought shoulder-to-shoulder with the first postwar Minister and her bestie, the Literal Messiah, runs the Auror Office.) But I don't know if Hermione especially wants to be Minister, after the war. She's just watched years of horrendous bureaucratic incompetence plunge the country into a violent civil conflict. She's had not one, but two Ministers of Magic try to bully or shame her friends into complicity with fascism. Her view of government is... likely extremely dark.

But Hermione also isn't the kind of person who sees her life as a quest for happiness. Babygirl has a savior complex that makes Harry look selfish. (She basically kills her parents — yeah, obliviating is a form of murder, #changemymind — "for their own good," and justifies every batshit, vindictive, mean-spirited move she ever pulls on the grounds that it "helps" one of her friends.) She is a mean, lean, dragon-slaying machine, and she needs a dragon. After Voldemort, the Ministry is the no. 1 threat to muggle-borns and non-wizarding Beings. As a war heroine with basically infinite political capital, I'd be surprised if she didn't try to do something there. That said, Hermione is so vivacious and dynamic that she could potentially grow in a hundred different directions; it's possible that all of this, while true of her at 18, becomes completely inaccurate by 22. That's why I'm not too fussed about any particular fanon interpretation.

#greenteacup asks #sidebar: I know Minister “of” Magic is an Americanism but mea culpa #Someday I might actually bite it and pay someone to britpick Lionheart but I can't do it now #because I have a ban on editing published fic unless it's finished. Otherwise I'll never get around to writing the actual ending #I have a Process #is it the best process? likely not! but it makes the words go. so here we are.#I also think the fact that JKR is Gen X makes a difference here. careers worked differently in the 80s and 90s than they do now #i.e. we have the gig economy and a lot more mobility and EXPECTATION of mobility in your early life #that means career changes & professional pivots through your 20s and 30s are increasingly normal #and in fact have always been normal — but the image of the 'true' or 'ideal' career has changed #so we look at those careers and go hm. really? none of them changed?#none of them even went to uni? do wizards... just not?#but again. I believe the epilogue was written almost completely without consideration as to what happened between the BOH and then #I really believe that JKR did not know what happened to Harry except a wedding and 3 kids. because that was the whole point #I don't think she even knew what his career was when she wrote that scene #It existed to marry everyone off and do a quick munchkin headcount #because of the understandable temptation as an author to keep your hand on the wheel. but it didn't even matter!#the epilogue changed NOTHING! it was the most useless chapter in the series! I just — GOD #you can absolutely accuse me of being sour grapes about my ships getting nixed. I AM sour grapes. I AM a hater.#AND I have plot/theme/craft reasons for disliking it.#I'm not objective. I just want credit for being a sophisticated hater. my grapes may be sour but they're still artisinal.

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i-like-rocks22 · 8 months

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Dear non-UK fic writers; you're all wonderful and I love you, but if you ever want a native Brit to give your Harry Potter or GO fanfic (or hell, any fic with someone from the UK in) a read for Britishisms I am 100% happy to help.

It's just that I recently read a fic where someone said that bangers and mash is a breakfast food and I want to HELP.

#this is absolutely nothing to do with writing quality #you all write a million times better than me #this is literally just an offer to fill you in on the weird shit we say #come one come all let me tell you of banter and cheeky nandos and the dogs bollocks #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #good omens #GO #fyi bangers and mash is sausages and mashed potato and is eaten solely as a dinner meal #unless you're a uni student who's lost control of their life #ao3 #fanfiction #dramione #drarry #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ao3 stuff

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existentialblake · 7 months

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A morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs

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knowiloveyoubabe · 1 year

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Not Like This

Word Count: 2.5K words

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption; language (?)

A/N: idk if anyone’s done this already but i rewatched new girl for the billionth time and i just had to (also hi sorry i haven’t posted in so long, life is rough)

“Come on, Y/N! Why not?” Harry whined, a hiccup escaping his pouty lips. Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to stifle a smile, crossing her arms over her chest. She could barely hear him over the loud music, the bass nearly causing their bones to jump out of their skin.

“Because it’s a childish game, we’re both drunk, and this will definitely not end well.” She tries to speak over the music, giggling at her glossy-eyed best friend pleading on his knees in front of her, holding her hands between his.

“Pleaaaase, pretty pretty please?” He pokes his bottom lip out, giving her a look he knew she couldn’t say no to, his hands finding their way to and resting on her arms.

“Harry, I don’t know…” She fidgets, unsure. He clumsily makes his way up to his feet, bumping into a few drunk classmates and laying his hands on her shoulders.

“Just one round! It’s just spin the bottle, what’s the worst that could happen?” He smiles confidently.

She eyed him for a moment, his cheeks were flushed from the excessive alcohol, causing the color of his bright eyes to significantly pop aside the deep pink. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the feelings for Harry she had been suppressing for the 3 years they've been friends, but the shape of his lips had become nearly irresistible. Her eyes followed their movement as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip while he waited on her answer.

“Love?” He asks, his fingers brush down her arm ever so softly, snapping her out of her trance.

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry.” Y/N inhales a sharp breath, physically shaking her head as though she were pushing the thoughts out of her mind. Harry’s face shifted to a look of worry for his closest friend.

“You know what, maybe we are too drunk, I’ll just tell them we’ll sit this one out.” He moved to step away from her but she caught his hand in hers before he could go.

“No! I’m okay, I promise! Let's play!” She spoke quickly. Harry’s worried frown deepened as he grabbed her other hand.

“You seemed so unsure, what changed?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. Alarm bells blared in her head as she felt his thumb brushing against her knuckles, her focus falls to his lips once more.

How can she possibly explain to her best friend that she changed her mind because she desperately needs someone else's lips on hers to help erase the very thought of his touch, his eyes, his lips on her.

“Nothing, it’ll be fun!” She smiled, lightly nudging his shoulder with hers, attempting to maintain her composure. His brows furrowed as he chewed on his bottom lip, skeptical of her sudden change in attitude.

“Are you sure?” He asked, genuinely concerned. She laughs at his drunken attempt at a serious conversation.

“Stop being silly, let’s play!” Y/N cheers, chugging the last of her drink and pulling him towards the living room of the frat house. Harry wobbled behind her, holding onto her for dear life as they bumped past the other partygoers.

They spot their group of friends sitting in a circle on the floor, the dim light reflected off of the beer bottles in their hands. With the music blaring through the speakers, people dancing, laughing, making out around them, the group of friends looked as though they were in their own little pocket of the universe, unfazed by the scene surrounding them.

Y/N continued pulling Harry towards them when he stopped in his tracks, gently pulling her towards him.

“Y/N,” His glossy eyes were filled with worry, “Are you absolutely sure, love?” He says softly, the music almost drowning his melodic voice out. Y/N heard him loud and clear though, her eyes lingered on his lips.

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” She nodded her head, inhaling sharply. She smiled nervously, hoping he wouldn’t see through her facade. “Like you said, what's the worst that could happen?” She shrugged, feigning nonchalance..

A small smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips as his eyes scanned her face.

“Okay, but I’ve got my eye on you.” His dimple deepened as he looped her arm into his, leading her to the group.

“Finally!” Their friends greeted them as they sat in vacant spots in the circle, facing one another.

“Alright, everyone knows the rules, you spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on,” One of their friends, Chris, states before chugging the rest of his beer and laying the bottle on its side in the center of the circle. “This is the easiest game ever, just keep it tight you drunkards.” He points his finger around the group, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips, his dark skin glistened under the colored lights. The group cheers loudly, ready to get the game started.

Harry nods at Y/N, directing her attention to him.

“Can you believe this man is going to be a doctor?” He giggles, gesturing at Chris. Y/N giggles too, their friend shooting them a playful glare.

“Alright, let’s get on with it,” Chris announces, “I’ll go first.” He claps his hands together, looking around the group before settling himself down on his knees and reaching to spin the bottle. The bottle slows down, landing on Omar, a lean, tanned guy with curly brown hair. A smile stretches on his face as cheers and catcalls are heard amongst the group. Chris laughs, leaning in to place a peck on Omar’s lips. Harry and Y/N cheer with the rest of the group, awaiting the next person's turn.

Harry’s turn slowly approached, the anxiety making Y/N’s heart nearly jump out of her chest at the thought of his lips on someone else's. It’s not like she had never seen him kiss someone else, he has had situationships here and there and she’d caught glances of his lips locked with theirs. But this time was different, she could no longer push the feelings away, the alcohol had broken down that dam and it all rushed over her like running water.

Kisses were shared and the bottle kept spinning, until it was finally Harry’s turn. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat as he reached for the bottle, his eyes locking with hers for what felt like forever. She gave him a tight smile and a quick thumbs up, her body almost on autopilot as she watched him. He inhales deeply, squinting his eyes and spinning the bottle. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, hoping she was being subtle about the panic coursing through her veins.

“Ooooooh shit!” She heard Chris and the rest of the circle laughing, her lids opening before she could think. Her eyes met Harry’s, his expression stunned. His eyes left hers, trailing down to where the bottle was, pointing directly at her. Her breath caught in her throat as it dawned on her what this all meant, the thought nearly sobering her up.

“Y/N…” Harry’s voice trailed softly as he bit at the skin on the inside of his cheek. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, waiting on her next move. A faux smile spread across her face as she chuckled lightly, attempting to hide the panic creeping down her spine.

“What are you waiting for, come here!” She puts on a confident front, leaning in slightly. Harry remained silent, his mouth agape.

“C’mon Harry, we all did it! Kiss her!” Omar giggled, poking at Harry’s knee playfully. A beat passed and Harry hadn’t made any move to kiss her. Y/N’s blood was buzzing in her veins, her stomach restless as she waited on him to do something, anything.

“Lets goooo, kiss her!” Chris cheers, starting a chant amongst those in the circle. Harry broke out of his trance, shaking his head slightly. The cheers grew louder and blood rushed to his cheeks, deepening the flush from the alcohol.

“What, you don’t wanna kiss me?” Y/N half jokes, nearly wincing at the thought.

“Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!” The cheers grew louder as a few of their classmates outside of their circle joined in, drunkenly unaware of what was happening.

“No, not like this!” He bursts, frustrated. The regret almost instantly set in on his features as the words slipped out. The group fell silent, all eyes on him. A few classmates continued cheering, still unaware.

“What?” Y/N whispers, her eyes wide. Her breath had caught in her throat as she held eye contact with her best friend, it was as though the whole world had frozen around them. His wide eyes flooded with an emotion that her intoxicated brain could not comprehend.

“Fuck.” Harry mutters under his breath, wobbling up from his spot in the circle and disappearing into the crowd.

“Harry!” Y/N called after him, attempting to follow him but clumsily falling onto the couch behind Chris. He offers her a hand, smiling knowingly.

“Go get him.” He winks as Y/N takes his hand, nodding.

She takes off in the direction he went in, finding herself at a door at the far end of the frat house. The bathroom. Y/N smiled to herself. The anxiety had nearly evaporated from her body, the only thing on her mind was making sure her favorite person was okay. She knocked, knowing fully well that she wouldn’t hear the response from within over the pounding bass. She slowly opened the door, hoping she wasn’t barging in on some stranger sitting on the toilet. Instead, she was met with the soft green eyes she’d grown so fond of. Harry was laying in the tub, arms outstretched on the rim, his hair slightly disheveled.

“Hey," Y/N spoke softly, entering the small bathroom, gently shutting the door behind her. Harry averted his gaze from hers, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “Mind if I join you in there?”

Harry nodded slightly, still avoiding her eyes. Y/N steps into the tub carefully, sitting opposite of him, stretching her legs and settling her feet on either side of his hips.

Neither of them made a move, the silence between them uninterrupted by the loud music on the other side of the door. Harry picked at his nail polish, avoiding her eyes as she scanned his face for what he could possibly be feeling.

“What did you m-” “How did you kno-”

They both break the thick silence simultaneously.

“You go first.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, another sign of the anxiety he felt welling up inside of him.

“No, no, you go.” Y/N laid a gentle hand on his shin. Harry’s eyes settled on her fingers unconsciously tracing small circles over the thin material of his pants on his leg.

“How did you know I’d be here?” He spoke slowly, his eyes following the movement of her fingers. Y/N let out a slight chuckle, the change in tone forcing Harry’s eyes up to look at her face. The brightest of smiles lit up her features.

“Remember the night we first met? Orientation party, freshman year?” She paused. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as he racked his alcohol ridden brain. Y/N lets out a laugh as realization hits him, his eyebrows shooting up and his mouth slightly agape.

“I was hiding out in the bathroom because I didn’t know anyone yet.” He chuckles, watching Y/N fondly.

“And I needed to pee but there was some weirdo in the tub!” She leans forward, lightly pushing his shoulder. Harry bursts into a fit of giggles, comforted by the presence of his best friend.

“Why the tub?”

“I don’t know, it’s weirdly comforting.” Harry giggles, shrugging his shoulders.

“And?” Y/N pokes at his shin.

“You know, I think it’s the walls of the tub, I feel like a little baby in a crib.” Harry slurs slightly, leaning his head back on the wall behind him.

“Hmm, I wonder what that’s about?” Y/N teases, causing Harry to groan.

“You took ONE psychology class and forgot how to act.” Harry scrunches his nose at his friend. A beat of silence settled between them before Y/N snickered, making them both burst out in laughter.

As they settled down, Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s thighs, snapping her out of her haze for a moment.

“Harry?”

“Hm?” Harry hummed softly, distracted by a piece of loose thread on Y/N’s pants.

“What did you mean, ‘not like this’?” She spoke cautiously, eyeing his face. Harry inhaled sharply, his body tensing slightly.

“I just,” Harry nibbles at his lip, “I don’t know, I just…” He sighs, covering his face with his hands.

“Hey,” Y/N frowns, removing her feet from beside him, repositioning herself. She perched herself on her knees between his legs, her hands gently settling on his thighs. “You don’t have to-”

She was cut off by his mouth on hers, his hands on either side of her face. Y/N was stunned but allowed herself to melt into it. Harry let out a soft whimper as she kissed him back, his hands tracing down her body to her waist, pulling her closer. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, tugging ever so lightly as their lips molded onto one another with fervor. His tongue slipped into her mouth, colliding with hers. His hands trail down to her hips, pulling her even closer as she practically straddles him. Harry pulled away first, both of them struggling to regulate their breathing.

“Harry…” She whispers, her forehead pressed against his, absolutely stunned.

“That’s what I meant.” He whispers. Y/N exhales shakily, pulling him in for another kiss. Their hands roamed as they pulled each other closer and closer.

“Chris! I found them!” The bathroom door swung open, startling the couple in the tub. Omar leaned against the doorframe, giggling up a storm at their surprise. Chris walked up behind Omar, his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, guys! The game was spin the bottle, not 7 minutes in heaven!” He slurred, joining Omar’s giggle fest. Y/N buried her face in Harry’s neck, mortified at the position their friends found them in.

“Alright, alright, we’ll be out in a minute!” Harry shoo’s their friends (who were making kissing noises at the couple). Chris closes the door, but not before yelling that he called it. Harry rubbed Y/N’s back, apologizing gently. She pulls her face out of the crook of his neck looking at him in disbelief.

“Y/N, this is all I’ve wanted for so long.” He whispers and her feature soften instantly.

“Really?” Her voice strained slightly. He places a hand on her jaw running his thumb over her cheekbone, nodding his head. Y/N’s heart beat against her ribcage so hard that she was sure he could hear it.

“Me too.” A wide smile graced her face. Harry’s heart soared as he leaned in to kiss his best friend again.

“We’re kissing in a tub, absolutely shitfaced.” Y/N giggles against his lips.

“Worse things have happened in tubs, I’m sure of it,” Harry giggles back between soft kisses. “But this is definitely one of the best.” He deepens their kiss, so glad he begged her to play that silly game.

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