and harry was the only one who bought it

Imagine if Dudley did have a magical child though.

He and Harry haven’t spoken since ‘I don’t think you’re a waste of space’ and he’s matured enough to realise his parents were not good to Harry, especially since the birth of his own little girls because God forbid anything happened to him and they were treated like Harry was.

On Daisy Dursley’s eleventh birthday theres a knock on the door and his wife, Anita, just stares and he feels his stomach drop because the stern lady on the doorstep is wearing a cloak and pointed hat.

They listen to the woman - Professor McGonagall - explain and Anita is surprised but receptive, Daisy is excited and Dudley is terrified of what this means.

It’s a surprise to his wife and little girl when at the end of her explanation, while Daisy’s flicking through a book with moving pictures and Anita peers over her shoulder, Dudley blurts out ‘it’s safe now then? Your world?’

Professor Mcgonagall gives a wry smile and assures him that the magical world is indeed safe. It dawns on him that she was expecting this, that she’d perhaps researched him and was aware of his relation to Harry.

He then admits to Anita and Daisy that his cousin is a wizard, before turning to the Professor and asking if she by chance knows a Harry Potter. Looking amused, professor Mcgonagall acknowledges that she does.

’D'you know where he lives?’

That does surprise her a bit, and she tells him that yes, she knows and that though Daisy’s acceptance into the school has been confidential up until this point, Harry would likely not mind a visitor if he wanted a word.

Daisy begs to come along and he relents eventually, bringing Anita and their youngest, Poppy, along.

All four of them stand on the doorstep of a modest house that Dudley would call nice if there weren’t squat little creatures snickering and running around the front garden.

The door is opened by a slouching boy with turquoise hair who arches a purple eyebrow at them. He yells over his shoulder for someone named Ginny and steps back to let them in, and, when he notices Daisy staring at his hair, he smirks and a second later it’s bubblegum pink.

Daisy squeals in delight and Dudley is still trying to get his head around that when young girl and boy around Daisy’s age with bright red hair and thick brown curls respectively, hurtle down the corridor.

‘Teddy you promised you’d practice the sloth grip roll with us!’ The girl yells in an accusatory tone.

A woman with hair the same shade of flaming red as the little girl appears with what Dudley recognises as a wand in her hand as the boy with blue hair flashes a grin at them before chasing the two younger children outside to a shout of ‘No higher than the treetops Teddy!’

Harry is much like Dudley remembers him, lanky with a pointed face, straight nose and mess of untameable black hair. It’s awkward, but, apparently forewarned, Harry greets him pleasantly and introduces his wife before Ginny goes outside to reign in a gaggle of children he assumes aren’t all Harry’s.

A woman with thick, bushy hair pulled into a messy bun with a wand stuck in it smiles and makes an effort to talk to Anita. She’s not too strange, he thinks, and reassures them that her parents were just as baffled when they found out she was a witch.

‘Why don’t you take Daisy outside to see the broomsticks, Al?’ Harry suggests to Daisy’s obvious delight and Dudley swears Harry’s trying not to laugh.

By the end of the visit Dudley is more informed about the wizarding world than he ever thought he would or wanted to be. Daisy, with a bruise on her forehead and scraped knees, because despite both his and Harry’s warning she hadn’t been able to resist trying to fly, is bouncing off the walls because ‘daddy how could you not tell us?!’

They visit Harry’s a lot over summer and Daisy befriends Lily Luna Potter and Hugo Weasley. Dudley doesn’t feel up to the trip to Diagon Alley but regrets his decision to not go when Daisy comes back with two owls, 'uncle Harry bought the second one for me! So you can write without having to wait for me to send my owl!’

Petunia Dursley faints when she finds out, and Vernon spends a good half hour cursing and brandishing things aimlessly before retreating to his shed.

Dudley being introduced to what he calls 'all those bloody gingers’ some of whom are only just on the right side of civil to him (one cheerfully introduces himself as someone who once visited his childhood home in a flying car and asks if he’s going to need to do the same for Daisy or will she be allowed to attend without punishment).

Daisy is shocked to find out Harry’s famous, and finds out as much as she can about him during her first term, which she relays to an increasingly guilty feeling Dudley, who’s gradually coming around to the idea.

It’s not as bad as his parents made out it was. He’s learned to understand Daisy’s ramblings about her subjects and spells and is proud of her achievements at school. He’s met a handful of witches and wizards through Harry and the world that he’s always been told is terrible doesn’t seem too bad anymore, after all, how could it with his little girl in it? He is prepared come excitable little Poppy’s eleventh birthday, for her to join her sister at Hogwarts instead of standing jealously on the platform as she leaves.

Poppy Dursley never gets a letter.

anonymous asked:

Hello! This is actually my first time asking anyone something. Regarding the kitty doing laundry, I had a story book when I was little that featured that picture. It was exactly the same. The story was told with a series of photos just like that one. Do you have any explanation for that??

I do! The pictures were taken by Harry Whittier Frees in his Oaks, Pennsylvania studio and they were extremely popular during the 1900s to 1930s. 

The Nebraska State Journal, Lincoln, Nebraska, June 2, 1936

One day, Frees, who didn’t even own a camera, put a hat on the family cat and thought “I’d love a picture of that”. So he bought a camera and set up a studio and began.

Frees got his start in 1906 selling postcards of his animal photos. Postcards were only allowed to be printed and issued by the USPS, and they were generally pretty boring and generic, until 1898, when private companies were allowed to begin printing them. By 1900 it had become major fad, sending and collecting souvenir cards, and postcards were a booming industry. He sent a couple pictures in to a leading postcard company, thinking maybe they’d take them. The company accepted immediately and printed the photos on their postcards, they sold like hotcakes, and he was offered a three year contract with the company.

The Anaconda Standard, Montana, May 27, 1906

 He published multiple books of his works, like The Animal Mother Goose (1922), which had 63 full page photographs. Other books by him include Little Folks of Animal Land (1915), Animal Stories (1916) and Kitty Cat Stories (1917) which was followed with Bunny Stories and Puppy Stories. He also helped illustrate advertisements and other people’s books with his photographs, like Edward Anthony’s The Pussycat Princess in 1922 and did exclusive series for newspapers, usually for Sunday supplements or ongoing features.

It was asked pretty frequently what he did to have the animals sit so well. After all, it was hard to get a good picture of a person back then, let alone an animal in an elaborate pose. People wondered if the animals might be drugged or hurt to hold the poses, but Frees said it was done with a whole lot of patience - and lots of treats. He said that one reason he always used young animals (aside from the fact that they’re darn cute) was that they were easier to work with than older ones. 

Fitchburg Sentinel, Massachusetts, November 13, 1935

However, some people doubt whether the animals Frees used were even alive:

“The idea that some of these images are the result of patience is clearly nonsense,” opines Mike Power in one public post beneath an article about Frees. “He admitted that he used a shutter speed of 1/5th second which, in modern terms, is slow. Taxidermy was popular and the Victorians weren’t concerned about it in the way that we are today.” According to an article on dangerousminds.com, Frees used both dead and living animals, but refused to acknowledge the use of stuffed pets. “If Frees’ contemporaries knew that many of the animals in his photos were dead, they probably didn’t care,” the article states. “Victorians and Edwardians had no problem photographing dead things.” 

The Ottawa Journal, Ontario, Canada, March 29, 1935

Fitchburg Sentinel, Massachusetts, November 13, 1935

Personally, I don’t think any of the photos I’ve seen were taxidermy. Might the animals have been uncomfortable during the shoots? Maybe a little. I know my cats get pretty surly when I try to put a Santa hat on them for Christmas photos. But I don’t think Frees mistreated them, and I think he had a genuine talent with animals and that he loved them.

Fitchburg Sentinel, Massachusetts, November 13, 1935

The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, New York, May 27, 1906

The Ottawa Journal, Ontario, Canada, March 29, 1935

Here’s a link to an NPR article about Frees’ not so happy personal life.

More pictures by Frees from the Library of Congress:

Confessions in Jamaica (h.s.)

so my friend, @dunkirkc had requested this so long ago but i’ve been so busy writing other stuff but i’ve finally pushed myself to finish writing this. i’ve also been super busy with school ugh. the next writing i’ll be posting soon is the part 2 of Forbidden. hope you like this xx 

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i love how he jams out to his own music. precious baby he is. 


You were on your way to the studio straight from the airport in London. You anxiously tap your foot against the floor of the car, the cab driver honking at other cars through the crowded traffic. 

It was pouring outside, the same old gloomy and cold weather in London. You remember it exactly how the last time you came. 

You stomach swirled in nervousness and excitement when you got closer and closer to the building. 

You were on your way to see one of your closet friends, Harry, who you missed dearly and have known for about three years now. He had no idea you were coming. He thought you were still back in your home town on the other side of the ocean when he talked to you on the phone earlier. He kept mentioning how he wanted to fly out to see you before he left for two months to work on his album, hidden away from the world. 

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New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b

PART 2

Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.

**

Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

**

And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”

“Whatever.”

It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

Meet again- requested

So, I think this one is a bit longer then the others, but I really liked it. And I would like to do a part 2 maybe if you guys would like it. 
Sorry for the spelling, enjoy :*


I couldn’t believe it. My two high school friends were getting married tomorrow. I always knew they would but when they actually announced that I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and even now, day before their wedding, at reheasal dinner I couldn’t still believe it. So crazy. They are getting married in Italy, so they rented a hotel where all of us would stay.

I was in my room getting ready for the dinner when the groom, Tony, came into my room.

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anonymous asked:

Hi capitu! Can you rec me some really funny Drarry fics? Thank you! I love your blog! xxx

Dear Anon friend, thank you so much! <333 

And oh my god, longest list ever! I’m sorry! So many fics, and on top of that I tent to ramble about each fic! (So sorry about that!!!!!) ^^ But I’m pretty sure these will have you laughing in no time.

Draco Malfoy: Toilet Supremo by who_la_hoop (PG-13, 26,1K)
Summary: It must be a vision brought on by eating cheese sarnies too close to bedtime, Harry thinks. There’s no way that Draco Malfoy can really be standing on his doorstep, calling himself a Toilet Supremo, and expecting Harry to buy not only this unlikeliest of scenarios, but also a new loo.
My notes: Draco is selling toilets. In fact, Draco is determined to sell Harry a toilet, and Harry is certain Draco’s been cursed into selling toilets. And he’s going to save him (while going along with the whole thing). It’s every bit as hilarious as it sounds.  

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by @eidheann & @firethesound (NC-17, 36,6K)
Summary: After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry’s life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.
My notes: Oh my god, how one goes explaining this fic? There’s no—I’m going to try. Harry was transferred to the Apparition department and then there are dicks, dicks everywhere. :D Harry’s being harassed by all of them. And then there’s Draco who has to analyse all these dicks for Harry. I know, it sounds crazy but it’s because it is!!! :D

Aural Gratification by birdsofshore (NC-17, 10K)
Summary: Harry’s not gay – he just likes listening to exciting stories about Aurors. It’s not his fault that the narrator’s voice is so smooth, so expressive… and really rather hot.
My notes: Birds has written some of my all-time fave stories, but this one just might be my favourite. Harry is super into audio books, and he’s bought an Aurors audio book, only then he realises it’s a dirty audio book, and the narrator’s voice only makes it worse, or better, depending. It’s perfect and funny and sexy. A lot of funny.

A Portrait of the Artist by @firethesound (PG-13, 5,3K)
Summary: When Harry Potter, reclusive artist, finally agrees to an interview, Draco can hardly believe that he’ll be the one to do it.
My notes:  That’s right! Harry is an artist, and for the first time he’s giving an interview, to Draco, and share his art. And oh god, nothing can prepare you or Draco for what Harry’s been creating. The hilarity of this fic should be warned. ^^

Potter’s Parselprostate (and the Chamber of Secrets) by @dictacontrion (NC-17, 17,4K)
Summary: Hogwarts’ future depends on Malfoy’s texts. Too bad the key is up Potter’s arse.
My notes: This is another fic that, how you explain it? :D It’s insane! And crazy good. OKAY. Harry is only able to speak in Parseltongue while is prostate is being stimulated. And Hogwarts needs to close the Chamber of Secrets and Draco found the texts that need to be translated, which means he needs Harry to translate them. You see where this is going, right? Yeah, it goes there. :D

Tooth Fairy Fights and Wisdom Teeth Wars: Draco and Harry’s Great Big Dental Adventure by ICMezzo (NC-17, 12,9K)
Summary: Harry never had a visit from the Tooth Fairy when he was a boy, but now that he’s had his wisdom teeth pulled, he’s tempted to try again. He knows it’s silly. Obviously it is. Ridiculous, really. But then, sometimes it feels nice to believe in a little magic.
My notes: Jesus, this fic. Draco is a Veela (with wings!) and he’s looking for a job. You know what job suits him perfectly? Being a Tooth Fairy. Are you laughing yet? It gets better, because Harry loses a tooth and decides he should do one of those things he never got the chance to do in his childhood. And the grumpiest Tooth Fairy shows up.

It Never Occurred to Me That I Would Fall in Love With a Frenchman by lamerezouille (PG-13, 6,5K)
Summary: Harry kisses Draco in a public place. All hell breaks loose.
My notes: Aw, this fic. It’s not only hilarious, it’s super sweet, too. Harry and Draco are together, they kiss but it just so happen the Dursleys see them, and then for reasons known only to Draco, he’s pretending to be a Frenchman through that meeting and later on when they have dinner together. It’s actually incredibly lovely, this fic. And funny.

“Merlin, FINE. You can be Harry Potter for Halloween.” by 606 (PG-16, 2,6K)
Summary: That one where Draco and Scorpius run into Harry Potter (rather literally) in a London convenience store and their Halloween takes an odd turn.
My notes: Short but hilarious. Scorpius wants to be Harry Potter for Halloween. And then Draco and him run into the Real Harry Potter. :)

A Series of Unfortunate Events by plotting_pen (NC-17, 25,3K)
Summary: Harry Potter has a tendency to show up whenever Draco’s in trouble. Draco’s not quite sure he hates it as much as he’d like.
My notes: ~Somehow~ Draco always ends up in the craziest and most dangerous situations, and Harry is always there to save him. Lots of smut, and lots of fun. Guarantee!

Angel Wing by almosttherenow (NC-17, 8K)
Summary: Draco really did pick the wrong time to enter the kitchen. It lost him seven precious months, his looks, and his mind. Still, it could’ve been worse - in the end, it probably saved both he and Harry’s lives.
My notes: This is a crazy story. Somehow (you’ll learn how!) Draco got turned himself into a goose. An ugly goose, and Narcissa calls for the life debt Harry owes him and demands he takes care of Harry while Draco is a goose. Truly fantastic.

How Harry Potter Became a Pervert by faithwood (NC-17, 10K)
Summary: Though others didn’t, Draco had believed the article.
My notes: The link will lead you to the series, just start at the bottom. And this fic starts when Draco goes looking for Harry to settle the pesky business of the life debt. Only, he does this after he read an article reporting just what a pervert Harry Potter is. Promising, yes? Awesome.

Ring of Fire by IvvyMoon (NC-17, 4,6K)
Summary: Draco gets a tattoo.
My notes: As the summary says, Draco gets a tattoo, only the tattoo is around his arsehole and it’s burning his sex-partners. The Healer who will help him is Harry Potter. I don’t think I need to say more. :D

AND:

One Night At The Club by faithwood (PG, but NSFW)
Summary: Well, it’s a club fic.
My notes: This is a bonus. It’s not a fic, it’s… ohmy GOD. It’s a ~fic~ told through emoticons and it’s the funniest thing you’ll ever see. I had to include it. 

anonymous asked:

I personally don't think so? I see the ghost line but I mean harry says we are both ghosts she says you are a ghost, I am a phantom.. she says he's the youngest of her exes but that would be connor kennedy who she dated before harry and is younger than harry. She also talks about moving to an island or something, a thing she did with Connor when she bought a house in Rhode Island to be near his family.

Yeah, I legit don’t see it. To each their own on this one, but I think this is a classic case of us reading into it because of the hatred there.

Whatever. Next. The more we talk about it, the more traction it’ll gain, no matter how erroneous.

anonymous asked:

weren't you the one who said that harry doesn't owe us tweets or instagrams?

mmmhm yeah and i still stand by that..  he doesn’t owe us social media interaction lol, you don’t suddenly deserve more tweets bc u bought tickets or whatever. 

doesn’t mean you can’t observe that his social media has no trace of personality anymore, or that the only interaction he (or his team) have w/ social media is when they want to sell something. 

There’s nothing /wrong/ with it, it’s just that Harry Styles TM is a business through and through. 

So far Louis Tomlinson TM has been the complete opposite and has been all about fan involvement

and Niall and Liam have been a bit of a balance of the two.

The Pregnancy Test

(Read on ao3)

Draco stared at the pregnancy test in his hands. It was positive and he should be ecstatic. But instead he was frozen in shock or fear - he wasn’t quite sure himself - and thinking about how Harry might react. They had never even talked about having children so Draco didn’t even know whether Harry wanted to have kids. And what if he thought they were too young to have children? Would he ask Draco to have an abortion? But no, Harry wouldn’t do that. He might say something about terrible timing but he would assure Draco they would manage like they always did, with the help of their families and a lot of luck. That thought soothed Draco’s anxieties but not much. Did Harry even know some powerful wizards could get pregnant? Draco was pretty sure cis Muggle men couldn’t get pregnant and Harry didn’t have a traditional Wizarding upbringing so he probably didn’t.

Draco’s heart jumped into his throat when he heard the front door fall shut. Speaking – or rather thinking – of the Devil. Harry was home.

“Draco?” he called out.

Draco was torn between telling him where he was and curling up in the darkest corner of the bathroom and hoping Harry wouldn’t find him so his mouth made the decision for him.

“I’m in the bathroom,” he shouted so loud it was probably audible in the whole house.

Just seconds later, Harry pulled open the door to the bathroom.

“What ha-“ Harry’s voice faltered. Draco followed his gaze to the pregnancy test he was holding. “Why are you holding a pregnancy test? Whose is it?”

“It’s mine,” Draco whispered. He hoped Harry hadn’t heard it but Harry’s eyes widened, indicating he had.

“Yours?” Harry asked. Draco couldn’t pinpoint the tone in Harry’s voice. Was he angry? Overwhelmed? Confused?

“Yes, mine,” he confirmed a little louder this time. He knew Harry didn’t like lies so he told him the truth. “I haven’t been feeling well the past few days and when it didn’t get better after three days I already had a feeling it wasn’t a normal stomach bug so I went and talked to Mother. She told me she wasn’t an expert on male pregnancies but that it was possible I was pregnant. So I went to Flourish & Blotts to get a book on male pregnancies. After reading up on pregnancy symptoms I had a feeling that I was indeed pregnant so I went to the Apothecary today and bought a pregnancy test.”

“So?” Draco looked up and directly at Harry who was now standing right in front of him. He hadn’t noticed Harry had moved during his monologue. “What does it say?”

Harry definitely didn’t sound angry now but more hopeful and maybe even… awed?

“It’s positive. I’m pregnant.”

“That’s amazing,” Harry said. He was definitely awed now. “But how?”

Draco shrugged in an attempt to make it look like it was no big deal. Harry didn’t need to know only roughly one in a hundred powerful cis wizards could get pregnant. “Magic.”

“Magic? So, theoretically, every wizard could get pregnant?”

Well, apparently he needed to know after all. “No, it’s actually quite rare. The estimate is that about one in a hundred powerful wizards can get pregnant, regardless of sexual orientation so it’s just a tiny fraction of wizards who like wizards. I’d say it’s about a one in a million chance.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “And you’re one of them?”

“Yes.”

“Oh Merlin, that’s wonderful, we have to celebrate.”

So far their conversation had gone nothing like Draco had expected but he definitely wouldn’t complain. “So you’re not mad or anything?” he asked Harry just to be sure.

Harry smiled at him and pulled him into a soft gentle kiss. “Not at all,” he whispered against Draco’s lips. “I’m happy. Unbelievably happy. I know we haven’t ever talked about having children and this is not the perfect timing and I can totally understand and will one hundred percent support you if you want to get an abortion-“

“I will keep the child,” Draco interrupted Harry.

“Okay. I’m glad. I definitely support that decision as well.” Harry kissed him again. “And that gives me the ideal opportunity to finally get my famous Gryffindor courage together and do this.”

Harry got down on one knee and pulled a small box out of his robe pocket. Draco was completely speechless. Harry wanted to propose to him, here, in the middle of their bathroom. He even had a ring already which meant this wasn’t just a split-second decision to make sure their child wouldn’t be born a bastard. It meant Harry had thought about it before but just didn’t have the courage to propose until now.

“Draco,” Harry said and opened the small box to reveal a simple platinum band inlaid with a thin band of rose gold. “Will you marry me?”

Draco didn’t even have to think about it. He fell to his knees in front of Harry and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

“Yes. Of course I will. I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you just as much, fiancé.”

New Love

Hi all of you! Hope you like this one!

Harry is quite new at dating and though unsure how to behave around her, he knows he’s already in love. 

Warnings: Nope. Only fluff alarm. 


“You’re absolutely whipped.”

Harry took another swig from his beer and shrugged dismissively. “Rubbish.”

“S'true,” Phil insisted and clapped Harry’s shoulder, giving his friend a teasing grin. “M'not even saying that it’s something bad. Only that your girlfriend has you on a leash and it’s kinda weird to see you at a girl’s bidding. You were always the single, go-to person when one of us needed a night out.”

It was true. Out of the group of friends Harry had in London, he had been the only one who stayed single for several years through out their friendship. Sure, there had been a girl every now and then, but none of them had ever stayed in his life long enough to be referred to as his girlfriend. That was, until he met Y/N. Three months later and he was as smitten as he’d never been with anyone before. Harry couldn’t explain it. Simply everything she did was enchanting to him.

“So, you’re saying I’m no fun anymore?” Harry asked with a grin on his face at his friend’s wistful tone, as if he was remembering the good old times from years back.

The band playing in the pub finished their song and the room echoed with people clapping and laughing, the noise preventing Harry to hear his friend’s response, even though they were sitting in a booth far in the back of the pub. Harry rested his arms on the table in front of them and leaned in closer.

“What was that?”

Phil rolled his eyes and leaned in as well. “Of course you’re still fun, mate. Just not as much anymore.”

“That’s true,” Oliver, the last member of their trio, agreed and finished his own beer with a final gulp.

Harry stared at the both of them, feigning offense as he tapped his fingers against the beer glass, the melody refusing to leave his head. Harry distinctly remembered hearing it this morning when his girlfriend had hum it whilst making coffee for them both and another smile sneaked its way onto his lips. His girlfriend. What a foreign term to be used by him, however it already sounded so familiar, too. She’d been wearing his white shirt that suited her so well and had his head spin once she’d teasingly revealed how she was dressed in only his shirt.

“M'sorry.”

Phil and Oliver both rolled their eyes and waved Harry off.

“Shut up, we know you’re not,” Phil grinned.

“Not one bit, you dick,” Olivier added.

Harry laughed before hopping off his seat. “Will you forgive me for neglecting you, if I pay the next round?”

“Maybe we’ll think about it,” Oliver joked and Harry made a point at rolling his eyes before he began fighting his way through the crowded room and to the bar.

Once he reached it, he quickly caught the attention of a bartender and ordered three more beers, before he pulled his phone from his pocket to check for any messages. To be specific, to check for a message from her.

Not to be the most clingy person ever, but … when are you coming home?  I sort of miss you. xx

Harry smiled when he saw her messages and quickly tipped a response, hoping she’d reply before he had to return back to his friends, as they’d established a strict ‘no phones at the table’ rule, for whenever they went out. A rule they’d only put in force after Harry had got a girlfriend, claiming he was missing half of their conversations whilst texting Y/N.

Told you to go have fun, too, baby. Didn’t I? xx

“Your beer, Sir.”

The bartender smiled at Harry and pushed three bottles across the counter, before expectantly waiting for him to hand over the money.

“Thanks.”

Harry hastily pulled out enough to pay and give the bartender a generous tip before glancing back down on his phone.

But I want to have fun with you.

His heart skipped at her words, not caring that he must’ve looked like an idiot, smiling at his phone while leaving his drinks abandoned. In a pub, that was a no-go. Maybe his friends were right. He was whipped. How strange that it didn’t bother him at all.

Really? I was just told I’m no fun anymore.

Harry looked up to find his two friends waving for him to come back and he couldn’t help to feel disappointed. Though they were always a good laugh, this just wasn’t where he longed for to be right now. But leaving so early would make him a terrible friend, wouldn’t it?

Rest assured, that I find no one quite as fun as you, Harry. xx

He chuckled at that message.

Back at you, baby. Tell me, are you still at my place? xx

Y/N replied with a yes and that she’d hoped he wouldn’t mind, which of course he didn’t. The mere thought of her comfortable in his bed or sitting on his windowsill whilst sipping tee warmed his heart and had his belly feeling funny.

He swiftly weighed his options. His friends would forgive him, he thought, and pushed his phone back into the pocket of his jeans before making his way over to his table, three beers balanced in his hands.

“Good man!” Phil cheered and took one of the bottles from Harry’s fingers.

He shook back his blonde hair from his face and handed Oliver his own beer.

“Okay,” he said, “all is forgiven, Styles.”

“M'relieved,” Harry chuckled and took a deep breath, “So, I hope you will forgive me once more, if I excuse myself for the night.”

“No!” both of his friends protested.

Though, guilt made his insides knot, the want to be reunited with his girlfriend again overshadowed any other thought. As selfish as he may sound.

“Sorry,” he hummed and fiddled with the rings on his fingers.

“Knew it the second you pulled out that bloody phone of yours,” Oliver said and rolled his eyes dramatically before his serious expression broke into a smile. “S'it your girlfriend again? Mate, c'mon!”

Harry shrugged, unable to stop smiling himself. “Am I the shittiest friend ever, if it is her?”

“Course not,” Oliver assured and reached out to squeeze Harry’s shoulder, “We get it. You’ve been on your own for a while and finally found someone special. S'nothing wrong with that.”

Harry pulled at the hem of his shirt and reached for his jacket.

“You understand? Even if I bail on you guys?”

Phil nodded before huffing. “We get it. Y/N’s hotter than we are.”

“That she is,” Harry agreed and slipped on the jacket and pulled a beanie over his short hair. He shot his friends one last smile and told them to jut share the beer he’d bought for himself, then he left for the exit.
He pushed his way past people who recognized him and cried out for a picture and pushed aside hands that reached for his body. Knowing that Y/N was still at his flat and even waited for him had his body feel warm and tingly. He blocked out the noise of the people and focused only on how nothing had changed, yet the biggest part of his life was different now. He had someone to come home to. After all this time, he wasn’t alone anymore.

Once Harry entered his apartment he was surprised to find it with none of the lights on and no voice answering to his calls. Hadn’t Y/N said she was at his place, still? She couldn’t have interpreted his lack of a response to her text as him not liking that she was in his home, right? Did she go home? Harry bit his bottom lip and sighed as disappointment crawled up his throat, knowing that he’d just left his friends at the bar for what had been supposed to be their lads night out, so he could see his girlfriend, who know wasn’t even there. He shrugged off his jacket and pulled his shoes from his feet, before making his way over to the stairs. Going back to the bar was not an option and heading over to Y/N’s apartment might be weird after she’d already left him, right? Maybe she wanted to be on her own for the night? With all those doubts cursing through his mind Harry entered his bedroom and began undressing for bed, frustration making him pout. He wasn’t one to use the L-word easily, at least not when it came to meaning it in that special way, but with Y/N he was fairly sure that he did feel it. And he wanted to show it everyday in all of his actions, but given how early they were in their relationship, he feared his affection could scare her away.  

He sighed and turned to his bed, only to stop in his tracks upon noticing a strange looking pile on his bed. When had he got so many pillows? He flinched when the pile moved but all surprise was replaced when he recognized who it was, because of course she had stayed. Harry chuckled and pulled back the sheets, revealing her flushed cheeks and soft looking lips. So beautiful, he thought and happily crawled onto the bed beside her. His heart ached when she cuddled into his side and didn’t even wake when he pulled her closer onto his chest.

His girlfriend. Finally. And in this moment, Harry didn’t care that he hadn’t told her he loved her yet, as he knew she loved him, too. She was here, in his bed where she’d waited for him to come back to. Just like it was the most natural thing to do. He wished it would soon become a normality for them. And tomorrow, Harry decided as he closed his eyes, he would tell her.

Thanks for reading! It’s a bit shorter than my usual one shots but I hope you like it regardless. 
Requests and Feedback are both welcome! :) 

Rest of what I wrote can be found here: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

anonymous asked:

WRITE THE ONE DIRECTION RAISES A KID TOGETHER AU PLEASE OR AT LEAST A DRABBLE i love this idea too much i apologize for the shouting love you byyyyeeeee xx

“Alright,” Liam sighs, already tired. “I’m going to ask one more time. Which one of you did this?”

Keep reading

i think that, in the end, so much of the success of Harry Potter can be attributed to “misaimed fandom”. Rowling has notions about heroism and good versus evil that are ultimately at odds with those of so many of us—the story frames it as an ultimately good thing that Harry was knowingly left to be raised by abusive relatives, that Snape tormented and harassed children under his care as a teacher and explicitly only ever did the right thing because he still had a boner for a dead woman who rejected him.  And as it’s been said by others, Dumbledore knowingly allows so much suffering, yet he’s held up as the Big Good.

So many of us were waiting for a payoff, a vindication of the suffering of Harry, and Hagrid, and maybe even Draco, and all the rest who endured bigotry, abuse, false accusations. So many of us were waiting for things to not only turn out well, but for a certain kind of justice. And in the end, we got maybe half-way there, or at least a kind of good ending, but it wasn’t the one we needed.

And Rowling went on being successful, went on being a kind of shitty person (the type who openly and actively opposes independence movements, who thinks that Dumbledore counts as gay representation). Because we bought her books, so many of us kids like Harry, hoping to see in his life something we never had in our own, because by the time she had him looking up to one of his most constant abusers as hero enough to name a child after him, by the time he went on to become a cop after a childhood full of seeing injustice perpetuated and perpetrated by the same system of authority, we had already given Rowling all our money.

anonymous asked:

Why aren't you reblogging any support for Louis then? Things that support his music or the good parts of his promo. The Larries have totally abandoned him, unlike when Harry's promo was shitty. Even though Harry had a top level team & every resource at his disposal. Louis has a good song, and is in a much worse position. And all the Larries who beast their breasts saying that Harry only had one chance to make an impression as a soloist went ghost for Louis.

Fuck you.

I cofounded Project Just Hold On. I spent over £100 gifting it. I’ve gifted 10 copies of Back To You. I’ve bought it 3 times on 3 different platforms. I’ve had it streaming - non-stop - on my laptop and phone since the day it was released.

I spent days supporting BTY on tumblr and then I expressed one opinion, which was that people should blame Dan Wootton and Louis’ team for his negative press, not the sites that were reporting it, and got told to kill myself, in several different messages.

My exhaustion with the fandom doesn’t have anything to do with how much I support Louis. Hell, I prefer music like BTY and JHO to anything Harry has put out, because it’s just more my style and is more in line with what I listen to.

But I refuse to feel obligated to blog when it’s no longer enjoyable for me. I refuse to spend time on tumblr when it makes me feel unhappy. The moment that this site has an impact on my mental health, I pull the plug and I stay away for as long as necessary to feel better when I come back.

I’m not required to be on here and promote anything. No one is. We’re fans, this is supposed to be enjoyable. No one has the right to tell you how you should experience being a fan.

Harry Imagine

Requested by @donniexgrace: Can you please do an imagine where the reader finds out she’s pregnant and harry her boyfriend is the father

It was Boxing Day and you were on your way to the Burrow for New Year’s Eve. You should’ve been excited but really, you were dreading it. Your sister was the only one who knew why – she had gone out and bought the test. Deep down you knew it would be fine, Harry wasn’t one to overreact and he’d make a great father, but that didn’t stop the overwhelming fear.

Normally you would’ve Apparated, you were quite good at it and had used it as your primary means of transport ever since leaving Hogwarts, but you’d read that the chance of Splinching a mother from the baby inside her was very high. You’d sent an owl earlier saying that you’d use Floo powder at Leaky Cauldron (your Muggle house wasn’t part of the Floo network). With any luck this wouldn’t raise too much suspicion.

All of your things were packed in the bigger-on-the-inside bag Hermione had given you for your birthday. As you drove, alone, into London you drowned your anxiety in scalding tea. It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine. Had you not been so used to finding the back street where the side entrance to the pub was you would’ve driven straight past it because you were so preoccupied.

Once inside you were grateful to accept the Butterbeer thrust into your hands by Tom, your uncle – any excuse to put off your imminent arrival. You drank slowly, but all too soon your bottle was empty. Well, you supposed, it was now or never.

Two minutes later, you appeared in the fireplace of the Burrows, to the broad smiles of Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys. You forced a smile onto your own face and allowed yourself to be embraced first by Mrs Weasley, then by Ron, Hermione and finally, Harry. His arms around you almost made you forget for a moment why you were worried at all.

It was only later that evening when you and Harry were finally alone together the Burrow was a busy place. You were sat in Ron’s room together and Hermione was under strict orders to keep Ron out of the way as long as possible. You thought Harry probably knew that something serious was going on.

You were hardly surprised when all of a sudden you found yourself unable to speak. You had to take a few deep breaths before the words could make it past your lips.
“I’m pregnant Harry.” You looked away for a second, not wanting to see his reaction, but when you looked back were met only with wide, blinking eyes.
“Wow, ok,” he whispered. You nodded silently, afraid to speak again. You turned your head to hide a tear, but soon felt familiar fingers close around yours. This brought a weak smile to your face and, for the first time that day you were able to look him in the eye. He too smiled, and brought his other hand to your stomach.

“Hello Bilius,” he said, a grin in his voice. That was enough to tell you everything was ok.
“We are not calling it Bilius.”

mesmerized

i was talking with my friend’s brother and he told me harry and i would be cute together so naturally whenever this happens i dream of harold. science is weird, man. this piece was born from that dream. a certain tale about a certain solo tour. add VIP tickets and harry styles and you got a match made in heaven.

WARNINGS: fluff overload. if you hate fluffy fluff fluff, click off this story asap. so, if you’re still reading, you either like that sort of thing or are a rule breaker. i like both. enjoy :)

side note: there’s certain topics in this that are pretty specific and might not relate to your situation on being a fan of harry. you might’ve become a fan sooner or later but i tried to set a common ground and felt like tmh was a very popular time with one direction’s fan growth. y/n, in this, first becomes a fan during that era. again, it may or may not fit your certain criteria, neither does it mine. fanfiction is all just imagination, evidently.

masterlist 

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OVERVIEW

She tries to not let it all get in her head, she was just another fan, just another girl going to his concert.

Why would she be anything special to him?

What Y/N didn’t know yet, is that she was.

or

y/n is a fangirl and harry is mesmerized.

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Y/N wasn’t expecting much. Meet and Greets were rushed, that’s all she knew. Not that she had ever really been to one. But many of her friends had before and they always loved to inform her on what happened.

Because Y/N was the definition of a fangirl. You probably can’t even count the number of “fandoms” she’s in on one hand. But as the saying goes, the dedication a fangirl has is unreal, she herself was ultimately dedicated to one in particular.

They called him Harry Styles.

Girls swooned over him. Boys wanted to be him. He was the image of perfect to many people’s minds.

Unproblematic, an amazing singer/songwriter, charismatic… he was also the perfect thing to fangirl over.

But there’s the exact thing. Y/N would like to think of herself as more than just a silly old fangirl.

Because, yeah, she obsessed over him and she has a couple posters of him stuffed under her bed an maybe possibly she’s made a fan account about him.. but she’s more than a fangirl.

She’s been there for what feels like forever. 

November, 24, 2013. The day Y/N found him.

Her friend had been going on an on about something called “1d day” and Y/N eventually watched just to get her friend shut up about it. Through this, though, she fell into a complete trap. Add the countless of “One Direction funny moments” videos that made her heart swoon and a very dorky Y/N thought that if love could be real, it was right in front of her.

She was in the hospital, staying there for a whole week and then on bed rest for three weeks at home, and Harry was her little ray of sunshine.

So she supported him (and the other boys, but Y/N always did favor Harry) through everything after that.

That coming Christmas her parents got her tickets to a show she had only dreamed of being present at. A One Direction concert, of course.

But then there were complications with her surgery and she wasn’t able to go.

Yet, that didn’t stop her from supporting him. She bought each and every song that the band came out with, endless amounts of support for a boy millions of girls already worshipped.

It wasn’t until the following year, the summer of 2015 that she got to see him in person for the first time. Nearly two years she had been supporting a British dork who could sing really well.

What Y/N didn’t know, is that the tickets her best friend (more her parent’s money really, but the seats didn’t even put a dent in their savings) were nearly front row.

Maybe Y/N was crazy, absolutely and madly delusional. But she swore he noticed her. More than once, actually.

He looked at her three different times. Three different times during three different songs.

The first song being 18, and Harry looked right at her during the chorus, an almost intense stare down that made Y/N question her makeup choices for the night. The second song was No Control, a sleezy little hip roll sent her way and the lyrics of “taste on my tongue, I don’t wanna wash away the night before” and Y/N could fully be brought up to heaven if it did mean a happy death. Thirdly, it was What Makes You Beautiful, and if Y/N’s being honest, if the dimpled smile that was sent her way during his iconic solo wasn’t enough to prove her sanity, nothing was.

But Y/N was always a peculiar one so when her friends started commenting on it, she wouldn’t dare take it to heart.

“Y/N, he’s totally eye fucking you!”

“What?! No way, dude!”

That night he called her the girl almighty and maybe just maybe, she had fallen in love with him. Which might sound a bit extreme, but she swore it was the truth.

It wasn’t until she fell in love with a different boy, a couple months after the concert, she realized she was in fact, not in love with Harry . Y/N loved Harry, but she realized you can’t be in love with someone who doesn’t even know your name. Unfortunately.

But in the end, the other boy decided to break her heart and Y/N decided maybe love just wasn’t for her. She had played with fire and when you play with fire, you always get burned.

Which might be true, yes, but at this point she was just a heartbroken girl and she’d soon remember a burn is healable.

It wasn’t until the next summer, three summers after her last concert, that she was able to see Harry in person again.

She had been supporting him for nearly 5 and a half years. She deserved to meet him finally.

And that’s exactly what she was doing.

With Harry announcing his solo tour, Y/N knew she had to see him. Coming with her best friend again, they made a road trip out of it. The best time of her life and if anything could top this weekend, it would be the surprise of VIP tickets from her best friend.

Maybe she really was going crazy after all.

In fact, Y/N would say meet and greet lines are about as nerve wracking as the SATs, if she’s being honest. More than that, she thinks her damn wedding won’t be as unorthodox as this chaos.

Her heart is practically beating out of her chest. Her head is spinning and her legs feel like they might buckle to the point she’ll fall over.

She was finally meeting him.

She tries to not let it all get in her head, she was just another fan, just another girl going to his concert.

Why would she be anything special to him?

What Y/N didn’t know yet, is that she was.

Her best friend was with her, easing some of her nerves with jokes about anything and everything. But Y/N was freaking the fuck out, in the most causal way of saying so.

The dumb and lame introduction she had prepared that consisted of a rose and a certain reference he tweeted about an ancient time ago, was making her second guess herself, thinking he would find it annoying or childish.

And maybe it was, but it’s at that moment that she remembers he likes that kind of thing. But then she’s getting ushered to a room where a black screen is separating her.

She barely has time to think about what is about to happen when a man she swears she recognizes mumbles a “go ahead” as if he’s said it a million times before.

It’s at this moment that Y/N completely dies.

Figuratively of course, because she’s standing right in front of him. In front of Harry.

He’s saying goodbye to the girl before her, and Y/N doesn’t know if she really wants him to turn around.

She could run, it’s not too late for that, right?

But it seems fate takes control because he turns around and she’s met with his jade eyes.

Through some ounce of confidence, she remembers her plan. Her lame, dorky plan.

“Harry, will you accept this rose?”

How lame could that have been? So lame. So fucking lame-

“The bachelor, huh? That was actually good!” He laughs a genuine laugh that has Y/N’s heart melting as he takes the rose from her hand. He’s just as perfect in person.

“Tell me no one else has done that before?” She smiles with those legendary dimples that everyone else thinks are cute but her.

“Can’t say so,” he looks deep in thought, “seems like a first.”

“Well damn, I’m fucking good.” She swears she meant to say that in her mind but with Harry bursting out into laughter, she may be wrong.

Harry doesn’t think he’s ever genuinely laughed this much at a meet and greet.

There’s something abut her, he realizes.

And Y/N really wants this conversation to keep going, because the thing she wants to say will embarrass the living hell out of her and if her little joke wasn’t enough, this would surely top it.

She does it anyway.

“Okay so, like, I know these things go really fast and we’re probably already supposed to be taking a picture but, uhm, I have to tell you how proud of you I am. Like, Harry, I’ve been supporting you since TMH - It’s like I’ve been on this journey with you and it’s just insane to finally get to meet you and, uh, I’m rambling because I ramble when I’m nervous. I’m proud of you.. basically.”

Harry doesn’t think anyone has ever really expressed their congrats to him in such an honest way and it does something weird to his heart. Maybe she was just cute or something. He can’t possibly like a fan.

“I would say thank you,” he pauses bringing her in for a hug that surprises both of them, “but that would be an understatement.”

Every girl that passes through here thinks the situation is intimate. Physically meeting Harry and getting to hug him, that’s as close as you can get.

Harry, on the other hand, wouldn’t necessarily call it intimate.

Because, yeah, he loves his fans and he appreciates each and every one of them but he doesn’t know them like they know him so he can’t exactly relate to the feeling.

The thing is though, he’s feeling it with Y/N.

He breaks the hug suddenly, seemingly breaking Y/N’s heart because she never wants this to end.

“Love, um, I never really do this, yeh know, meet and greets are super rushed, like yeh said. But,” he reaches for his phone which has all of his team give questioning looks, “could you maybe, I don’ know, hit me up sometime or whatever people say these days?”

Did Y/N just make Harry of all people... nervous?

Did Harry just ask for her number?

Is this real?

“Oh! Um, yeah! Sure thing.” It’s then that she grabs his phone and types in the 10 digit number she never would’ve guessed she’d be giving to him.

He’s smiling a bashful smile with rosy cheeks when she hands his phone back, “Y/N, huh?”

And it’s her turn to bring him in for a surprise hug this time.

She’s listening to the crazed thumping in her mind when she whispers in his ear, “You’re gonna kill it tonight, Harry.”

“I’ll look for you in the crowd.” He assures her.

“Oh, I’m pretty far from the stage-”

“I’ll find you.”

And it’s the confirming tone in his voice that makes Y/N realize he’s not just talking about his view from the stage, but for the rest of whatever comes from this.

She can’t wait.

And neither can he.

-

this was originally posted elsewhere but i’m bringing it over here bc i just like it that much xx

not sure how i feel about this really, but i wanted to get something out for you all :) we just hit 500 and I’m so grateful for you all! when christmas break hits, i’m going to try and write a ton. stay tuned ;)

as always,

all the fucking love!

– amanda :)

It’s November 3rd 1981. 

Sirius Black’s birthday. 

He’s celebrating by drinking firewhisky with Remus, James, Lily, baby Harry and Peter in the Potter’s cottage in Godric’s Hollow. 

They’re all laughing and everyone’s so happy. 

Sirius is cuddling on the couch with Remus and they’re listening to the muggle records that Remus bought him today to add to Sirius’s extensive record collection. 

Peter is sitting on the rug building blocks the muggle way with Harry who is happily giggling, fascinated by the multicolored blocks that Peter builds higher and higher only for Harry to knock them over so the process starts all over again.  

James is telling another story about one of the many times that he and Sirius almost got arrested except this time it was a narrow escape from the muggle police and Lily is trying not to laugh while pretending like she hasn’t heard this story a million times before. 

Sirius is wearing the brand new black leather jacket that James and Lily gave him this afternoon. On his wrist is the watch that the late Mr. and Mrs. Potter gave him for his 17th birthday that he wears everyday. 

On the same wrist he also wears a tattered brown leather bracelet that Regulus gave him for his fourteenth birthday. He’s worn it every day since he discovered that Regulus was missing. 

Sirius feels Remus’s fingers thread through his hair as if he can feel the worrying thoughts for his brother circling around in his head, Remus always did know him too well. 

He’s 22 now and as James has told him several times today, maybe it’s time that he starts to grow up. 

Maybe it’s time that Sirius pulls out the ring box that he’s been hiding behind his hair products in his dresser for the past four months and plucks up the courage to ask Moony to marry him. 

Sirius turns his head and looks up at Remus whose eyes are closed, his back slumped against the couch cushions and if it weren’t for the gentle long fingers running through his hair, Sirius would have easily guessed that Moony had fallen into a peaceful sleep. 

So maybe Sirius won’t propose tonight then, he might wait a while, a few weeks or a month perhaps. 

Christmas might be a good time to do it. 

So Sirius settles into the crook of Remus’s neck and listens intently to the story that James is telling of their wild adventure. 

And even though the war is still raging on, even though his brother is still lost somewhere, Sirius lets himself be happy for just this one night, surrounded by all of the people he loves the most.   

sanfranciscocablecar  asked:

I've got another request for ya! How bout this: Harry and the missus have like 2 or 3 children but they're all boys. Harry really wants to try for another child in hopes of a girl and has to convince the missus.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

You’d just gotten home from dropping off the kids at school, and all you wanted was a few hours of peace before you had to go pick them up again. Having three kids was exhausting, but even more so when they were all boys who were constantly hitting eachother. So you savored every moment of silence you could possibly get.

As you dropped your keys on the counter, you were surprised to see Harry still standing by the coffee pot.

“Took the day off.” He yawned, turning around and smiling with a hot mug of coffee in his hand.

“Want some coffee? I bought the one you like.”

Normally you would’ve said yes, but being in the mood you were today, you only grumbled a ‘no’ and went to lay on the couch.

It took a few minutes for Harry to come check on you, since he was afraid you might blow up at him if he said the wrong thing. You were scary when you were angry.

He tentatively sat on the couch, lifting your legs to lay them over his lap and noticing your eyes were closed. Not even his shifting caused you to stir, making his eyebrows furrow in concern.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, keeping his voice quiet in case you were asleep.

“Just tired.” You mumbled, snuggling deeper into the little pillow you’d moved under your head.

He sighed, knowing the conversation he planned for that day would most likely not go over well.

“Get some sleep, love. I’ll stay right here.” He mumbled, carefully leaning over to press his lips to your cheek.

….

Your eyes focused on the clock on the wall as soon as they opened. 3:45.

Crap, the kids! I slept through pick up time!

You shot up from your position on the couch, noticing Harry was also sitting in the exact same spot as when you fell asleep.

“Harry! I forgot, the kids were supposed to be picked up at-”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, baby. I picked them up on time and dropped them off at my mum’s for the weekend. It’s just you and me for a few days, how does that sound?”

You couldn’t help the sleepy smile that spread across your face at this thought. The younger you would’ve had many more bed-involved fantasies about this weekend, but the only one you thought of now was sleeping. With your youngest son being just over a year old, getting a full nights sleep was rare.

“Can I go back to sleep?”

He chuckled at your question, then patted your legs in approval. Within seconds, you were asleep again.

….

You woke up the next morning to the unmistakeable smell of bacon. You’d ended up in your bed somehow, and figured Harry must’ve carried you from the couch.

As soon as you went down the stairs, you could tell something was up. Harry was showered and dressed already, and fidgeting nervously while he set the table. Definitely unusual.

“Good morning.” You smiled from the hallway, making him jump. He chuckled and walked over to you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Did you sleep alright? I was a bit worried; you were so tired yesterday.” You could tell by his eyes that he meant every word- your exhaustion the day before had him worried sick.

“I feel better, it just gets tough with the kids sometimes.” He nodded in understanding, taking your hand and leading you over to the table.

Taking a glance at the food around you, you couldn’t help being amazed that Harry had done all this on his own. Without burning himself.

Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit covered the table, making you wonder how many people he thought he was feeding. It was only the two of you, but he had enough food for an entire army.

You ate in comfortable silence, exchanging little smiles and hums in enjoyment. Harry wrapped up some leftovers, and cleared his throat nervously.

“There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about- uh… Let’s go sit on the couch, yeah?” He took your hand and led you to the couch, settling you in close to him.

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest in anticipation. It was all starting to make sense: he took the day off yesterday, got the kids out of the house, and managed to cook breakfast; he definitely wanted something. And it must’ve been a big deal if he’d gone through all that trouble.

“Come on!” You giggled, watching him nervously run his pointer finger under his bottom lip. The truth was, you were just as nervous as him.

Worry took over, and you grabbed his hand to gently intertwine your fingers and raise it to your lips.

“Tell me.”

He sighed, running his free hand through his hair and turning to face you more directly.

“You know… You know how I’ve always wanted a baby girl?” His voice was quiet, and he couldn’t meet your eyes.

You nodded, still somewhat oblivious to where the conversation was headed.

“I was just thinking, like, maybe we could try again? For a daughter?”

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you stared at him in disbelief.

“It’s not… It’s not because I don’t love the boys, because oh god I love them to pieces, sweetheart. You know it’s always been my dream- and I really want this.”

You were staring down at the floor, slowly trying to take all the information in. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want a baby girl in the family, but the thought of adding another kid to the mess was almost unbearable.

“Please, say something.” He begged, tilting your head up and forcing your eyes to meet his.

Honestly, you were speechless. There was just no way that having another baby was a good idea.

“I just… I don’t really think I’m on board, I’m sorry.”

His face fell, making your heart shatter. He really wanted this.

“I’ve always wanted a little girl too, believe me, it’s just… Life is so crazy as it is and having another baby, Harry, I don’t think I can manage.”

He nodded in understanding, and you didn’t realize how tight he’d been squeezing your hand.

“You saw how tired I was yesterday, I know I can’t handle another child. I’m not super-mom.”

He shook his head immediately, almost appalled at your words.

“You are super-mom. You’re incredible. And you’re so exhausted because I haven’t been able to help, and I am so, so sorry. But our schedules are changing and I’d be around so much more; we’ll do this together.” He rambled.

You didn’t want to admit it, but Harry was slowly changing your mind. It was like a battle between being realistic or caving in to something you’d both wanted all your lives.

“I don’t think I can go through labor again.” You laughed half heartedly, remembering the crippling pain and anxiety that had occurred during the births of all three of your sons.

“Yeah, I’m not sure my hand can handle it either.” He joked, making you laugh at remembering how tight you’d squeezed his hand. You literally left bruises. Although Harry was busy, his promise was that he’d never miss the birth of his child, and he always kept it. All three times, he’d been there allowing you to leave purple fingerprints on his hand.

“I don’t know…”

He was biting his lip, almost panicking at how he could convince you. He wanted this more than anything, and you knew that, but it didn’t seem like the realistic thing to do.

But when did you and Harry ever do anything realistic? Your whole life was like some crazy dream.

“But what if it’s a boy? Won’t you be upset?” You muttered, knowing it was fully possible you wouldn’t be able to give him a girl.

He took your hands, forcing your eyes to meet his again.

“Then I will love our baby boy just as much as I’d love our baby girl. Because no matter what, we made that baby together. Just one last try, please.”

His eyes were watering by now, the thought of finally having a baby girl was making his heart ache. He watched you hesitate, holding his breath.

More than anything, he wanted you to be comfortable. Although he’d literally begged and it seemed like he’d stop at nothing, he wasn’t going to upset you for not wanting the same thing he did. He loved his little family, and as much as he wanted a little girl, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you felt differently. He’d get over it.

A wide smile spread across his face as you nodded, smiling as well.

“Okay, let’s try again.” You giggled as Harry pulled you up off the couch, crushing you to his chest and kissing your head.

“Thank you, y/n, thank you.”

“No, thank you, Harry. So.. How about we get started?”

….

A few months after your discussion, you found out you were pregnant. Both you and Harry were ecstatic, but you couldn’t help being nervous that the baby wasn’t a girl. Of course you’d love your child no matter what, but if you didn’t have a girl now, you never would.

You and Harry agreed that knowing the baby’s gender ahead of time was the best idea. You’d have time to prepare; buying clothes and painting the baby’s room.

Today was the day you’d find out.

“It’ll be okay. Boy or girl, we’re both going to love the baby.”

Harry’s words from earlier ran through your head, somewhat calming your nerves as you sat in the waiting room. Harry was there holding your hand, trying to be the tough one, but you could tell by the way his leg bounced up and down that he was more nervous than he was letting on.

Before you knew it, you were laying on an uncomfortable bed with Harry still next to you holding your hand. His hands were sweating just as much as yours, and knowing that you were only a few minutes away from finding out the gender was excruciating.

You were hardly paying attention as a nurse wiped cool gel over your stomach. Something you’d been through three times already, but this would be the last- and if you didn’t hear the words you’d been hoping for, you’d never have a little girl. You’d never have a baby to dress up in frilly dresses or watch princess movies with. And Harry wouldn’t have a daddy-daughter dance at her wedding.

All thoughts were pushed aside as the nurse took a deep breath and smiled.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Styles, you’re having a baby girl.”

Canon

As ridiculous as this is, I obviously need to do it since everyone seems so confused… “Canon” is what happens in the ORIGINAL WORK. Buying the film rights so that you can make a movie or TV adaptation of a book series does NOT mean that you have ANY right to change fundamental things about the original characters, and then say that it’s in ANY way an accurate representation… The TV show NBC’s “Hannibal” is literally AS FAR FROM “canon” as you could POSSIBLY get. NBC’s Hannibal is ENTIRELY DIFFERENT from the Hannibal in the original books. NBC’s “Hannibal” was the creation of Bryan Fuller, a man who decided to exercise his “artistic freedom” and do whatever the Hell he wanted with the characters and plot that were bought and handed to him. But whatever the Hell Mr. Fuller wants to do, it can never TOUCH the original books, written by Thomas Harris, which ARE the ONLY canon. In closing, one last time, NBC’s “Hannibal” IS NOT AND WILL NEVER BE CANON. Bryan Fuller himself admitted that the show is “FanFiction”, and told everyone that he cackled in the editing room. But books are eternal. Even if they’re transferred to Ebooks, the original words are eternal. And the people who actually read the books will be here, waiting. We always will be. We know that ONLY Thomas Harris has seen these characters with his own eyes, and ONLY Thomas Harris saw what really happened… But he was generous enough to share what he saw with all of us, through his books. Everything else is just FanFiction…

Here are a bunch of words that nobody asked for!

I think something that’s very telling, especially after hearing Niall’s album, is that while Harry has the biggest team, the most hype and all the money behind him, it’s blatantly obvious that out of all the 1D boys he has the least amount of talent. It’s not that he doesn’t have talent, I’m not saying that at all, but I think the solo projects have shed a light on just how far behind he really is. (His unwillingness to accept help from others doesn’t help either.) But if you look at their solo songs, Louis is the lyrics, Liam is the beats and melodies, Zayn is the voice and Niall is the whole package. They all have great musical ability and have managed to tap into sounds that while distinct from each other, still resonate with the general public and a wide array of music fans. So where does that leave Harry?

His album appears to be an attempt at some sort of indie-chic alternative sound that did nothing but borrow heavily from existing music with lyrics that leave a lot to be desired. He claims to have written music that is open and honest, but one look at the lyrics will show that they are awkward, repetitive and intentionally vague. (Meaning the writer knows what they mean, but no one else does.) So the end result are lyrics that are completely nonsensical to everyone else listening to them. For example, his song “Kiwi” (which has it’s problems for other reasons), but aside from the fact that the title makes absolutely no sense and the phrase “it’s none of your” is repeated a staggering 22 times, there is a line that says “When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus”. Why not just say “she goes home to a prick”? It would convey more anger on the part of the narrator and would act as more jarring point. It would also be a decidedly more “rock” lyric as that is what he is going for. Or maybe he really does mean that she lives alone and has arid house plants. Who knows? At any rate, it just feels like he is trying way too hard. He desperately needs to let others have opinions and guide him if he ever wants to truly grow into music.

Unfortunately, what ability is there is being wasted because in true Azoff fashion, it is more important to be a brand than an artist. It’s a page right out of the Kardashian playbook. Being famous for being famous. Buying up undeserved accolades, interviews, tv shows and awards do nothing but drive up Harry’s price tag. And that’s the point. Irving Azoff is selling a product and he wants to be able to demand top dollar for said product. So the more widely known Harry’s name is, regardless of the reasons for that notoriety, the more money he can demand for appearances and performances. In her hey-day, Paris Hilton was being paid over 100K just to show up at a night club and be papped there.

Harry, to me, seems stuck in a strange dichotomy. He is desperate to appeal to the neckbeard male hipsters because he’s thinks their support equals respect, but his staunchest supporters remain the young girls of the mainstream pop world. So he is left awkwardly (and poorly) playing both sides. His desired crowds are too busy camping at outdoor music festivals and complaining about everyone in mainstream music being a sellout, (like those with $80 million dollar record deals) and the fans actually keeping him afloat are rapidly growing tired of being ignored. You don’t get to pick and choose who your fans are and you shouldn’t want to. Who your fans are should not be a measure of the respect that you have. Music is for everyone. Regardless of age, race, or anything else. All of the other 1D boys embrace their fans, whoever they are, and the end result is something magical. They are happy and having fun as are their fans. I don’t think there is too much fun to be had in Harry land at the moment. And that’s a shame.

Regardless of the bought and paid for hype surrounding him, numbers don’t lie and right now Harry is doing the worst out of all the 1D lads. But the only one who can change that is Harry. Maybe he doesn’t want to. Maybe he just wants to be famous for being famous because it’s easier. He claims to love music, but I for one don’t see the passion there. But is it just a lack of passion or does it also stem from a lack of talent? Without the rest of the group acting as a buffer, the cold harsh reality appears that Harry just isn’t a strong songwriter. So it’s up to him if he wants to find some humility and listen to advice from others with more experience or not going forward. Meanwhile, the other boys’ stars will continue to rise, while Harry simply circles the drain. 

anonymous asked:

RFA, V and Saeran going out to a pumpkin field with MC, picking a few pumpkins to carve or maybe bake into sweets- ( Oh how I love pumpkin carving tho cause after you can bake the seeds and have a nice snack- )

this is perfect for the day of Halloween so I’m gonna do it!! I hope you enjoy it~ I also LOVE going to pumpkin patches. I didn’t get to go to one this year though :(

~Admin MP

  • Everyone loves going to pumpkin patches okay?
  • It’s basically a rite of fall
  • So when MC suggests that they all go to one, they’re all on board
  • Even if Jumin acts like he’s too good for it he likes it as well and would love to carve a pumpkin since he never has before
  • Seven hasn’t either, or Saeran, so they’re also excited (Seven high key, Saeran low key)
  • Yoosung just hasn’t gone in years so he’s so ready
  • Jaehee went when she was little with her mother and hasn’t been since, so she’s very excited to go
  • This is Zen’s shit he loves fall shit like this
  • V loves the smell of the pumpkin fields and the feeling of a solid pumpkin underneath his hands so of course he’s gonna go
  • Jumin wears a dark blue sweater that’s very soft with the sleeves pushed up his forearms, a nice pair of black jeans and some casual boot like shoes (wtf do men wear on their feet lmAO)
  • Seven wears a red cable knit sweater, some old jeans and old sneakers since he feels like it will be muddy (it will. RIP Jumins expensive shoes)
  • Saeran wears a grey long sleeved henley with a black leather jacket over it, black jeans, a grey beanie and some black boots
  • Yoosung wears a soft, grey shirt underneath a red and black flannel shirt, jeans and some older boots 
  • Jaehee wears a light grey sweater dress, some black leggings and and black ankle boots 
  • Zen goes ham and wears a red plaid scarf with a white button up peacoat jacket, nice jeans and boots
  • V wears a button up white shirt underneath a grey sweater and dark jeans with nice shoes
  • MC is nice and comfy in their oversized crewneck sweater that says ‘RFA SQUAD’ on the front of it, black leggings, and knee high black boots
  • After they drive and get there, they spend some time looking around the stores and going to the petting zoo 
  • The goats try to eat Zen’s jacket and when he leans down to pull it away, one snatches his scarf
  • His scream can be heard by Jaehee and Seven who are buying homemade jam
  • Saeran is sitting in the corner surrounded by baby chicks and petting them all softly
  • Of course, Jumin wants to buy the whole place for Elizabeth 3rd
  • But he settles for just buying a shitload of apple cider and apple doughnuts
  • V and MC are standing to the side listening to a folk band playing
  • They start dancing like weirdos and Seven films the whole thing
  • Even though it’s cold, they all get pumpkin ice cream, some also getting apple cider
  • There are wild cats running around the place and Seven manages to befriend like ten of them
  • They all follow him around and Jumin is so jealous
  • When MC wants a cute sign from the store, everyone offers to buy it for them
  • Seven buys Saeran an apron that says ‘please don’t do anything to the cook’
  • Saeran is pleased with it
  • While laughing, Yoosung buys a sign for Jumin that says ‘home is where the cat hair sticks to everything…but the cat’
  • Jumin loves it of course
  • The place has a bunch of different cooking and baking shit and Jaehee buys a lot of pastry stuff to try out with her new jam
  • V really enjoys tea so he gets some homemade tea and a cute little tea defuser in the shape of an acorn
  • Zen keeps getting noticed by people and actually just wants to have a fun time with his friends, so Saeran lends him his beanie and Jumin gives him a pair of sunglasses
  • ~Instant Disguise~
  • They all pile on the hayrack ride to the pumkin patch, Zen complaining about the hay that’s getting into his boots
  • One of the cats made it on the hayrack ride?
  • After a few minutes of goofing around, they make it to the patch and they all split up, looking for the perfect pumpkin
  • Jumin stares down at his shoes, disgruntled at the fact that they got muddy so quickly
  • Seven laughs at him until he trips over a vine and falls in the mud
  • Saeran quietly finds a perfect pumpkin and picks up up, a tiny smile on his face
  • Snickering, Yoosung tries to throw some old gross pumpkin guts at Zen who screams and dodges (he almost hits V)
  • With his hand tucked into MC’s arm, the two of them go around feeling for the perfect pumpkins and end up finding two really good ones (”That’s why you go farther into the pumpkin patch, everyone!!”)
  • After everyone’s picked out their pumpkins, they grab the wagons provided and start wheeling them back instead of taking the hayrack ride
  • They pay for their pumpkins and go home to carve them
  • After scooping out the guts (Yoosung tries to throw some at Zen again and succeeds this time and Seven tries to stick his head inside one of the empty pumpkins and gets it stuck) they all start carving
  • Jumin carves Elizabeth 3rd
  • Jaehee carves a coffee cup with a delicate tendril of steam coming up
  • Zen carves himself
  • Seven carves a fucking meme (probably does an old one like ‘u mad’ just to piss everyone off)
  • MC carves a unicorn
  • Yoosung carves The Legend of Zelda symbol
  • Saeran carves a raven and it’s really good??
  • Jumin helps V carve something but it also ends up being Elizabeth 3rd
  • ”Did you just help me carve Elizabeth 3rd”
  • ”She deserves to be on every single one of these pumpkins.”
  • After they’re done carving, the pumpkins go outside and candles are placed inside to light them up
  • Then Jaehee and Yoosung clean the pumpkin guts and roast the pumpkin seeds to eat for later
  • Jumin heats up (with MC’s supervision) some of the apple cider he bought earlier
  • They all settle down for a nice night of playing Harry Potter Scene It 
  • (Jaehee turns into a savage and destroys everyone. The only person who can barely keep up with her is Yoosung.)