doodle that went out of hand

Sirius Black and Lily Evans

After Lily warms up to Sirius, these were some common sights…

  • Sirius Black and Lily Evans, sitting in the common room by the fire, braiding each others hair.
  • Lily testing a new shade of nail polish on Sirius, slapping his hand away every time he went to touch his nail before it had dried
  • Lily and Sirius both talking about the cute people that walked past them while they did their homework(re: Lily did her work, Sirius doodled)
  • Sirius and Lily exchanging crop tops and baggy sweaters because “Oh my god Sirius this sweater would work great with your hair”
  • Sirius helping James with his new attempt to ask out Lily, only to listen to her rave on and on for hours about how “dreadful that James Potter was”, wondering when exactly she would admit she liked him
  • Sirius and Lily making sure Remus had his work done, and always offering him blankets and water and chocolate
  • Lily practically having to slap Sirius in the face to tell him “Yes you idiot Remus likes you ask him out” because Sirius couldn’t believe anyone would actually really like him romantically past his looks
  • Sirius and Lily being best friends forever(although forever was a little shorter for one)
High School Headcanon: Saeran

I’ll try to make these High School headcanons weekly. I’ll start with Saeran since anon 2 requested him specifically. So there you go! Hope you like this! ^^

  • Well, he is always skipping class. And when he is there, he is sleeping on his desk, doodling nonsense or writing songs for his band (yep,he’s that guy)
  •  You are just regular, not a slack off, but also not a genius. You are extremely nice and pretty, though, which makes you a strong candidate for prom queen.
  • And you’re committed to your campaign, handing out bottoms to everybody and telling to vote for you.
  • “Hey, Saeran! Vote for me!” he looks at you head to toes. How do you know his name? People usually refer to him as “the creepy” or, even worse… “Saeyoung’s brother”
  •  Well, you probably went through the names of all your classmates. Yeah, he reminds that day you came in late for… geography class? Or it was history? WHO CARES? You’re just doing your campaign for that stupid prom thing! You must be really lame to care for this!
  • After that, he keeps bumping to you everywhere, you are always smiling, what’s wrong with you ? Yes, on the “Most likely to…” game, you’re probably the one who, well, proposed the “Most likely too” game, in the first place. Ugh…
  • His band is performing on this underground pub downtown, and he almost misses his guitar riff when he spots you in the crowd. What are you doing here? Have you lost a bet or something?
  •  You look… really interesting on those tight leather pants and loose hair falling on your shoulders, and your eyeliner is on point! Maybe you have a twin who’s very different from you like he has?
  • “Saeran, hi!” nope, it’s definitely you. “Hey, uh… MC, right?” he pretends to not know your name, but he never forgot ever since you gave him that bottom, which he kept, for some reason.
  • “Dude, your band is sick! I’ve been following since you played at the senior’s party! Who’s the composer?” “Uh, that would be me…” “Wow, so cool! You’re really talented, congratulations!” your looks tell something, but the princess attitude from schools is still there, you’re… really weird.
  • “Thanks, I guess… which… which song you liked the most?” “Hum… probably ‘The Sky’…” shit, it was his best work!
  • “Yeah, I… composed to my brother…” you’re looking at him so curiously, waiting for him to tell you everything. You’re such a groupie! That’s so… so… unexpected and… adorable?
  • You hanged with him and his band buddies all night. It was so easy to tell you’re trying really hard not to fangirl and play this cool grunge girl. He caught him smiling at you, and when you smiled back, looking straight at him, he blushed…shit!
  • Truth is you feel like you know everything about him because of his songs. Everything he ever wrote is so personal and deep, and that along with the rumors on school about his twisted family makes you want get really close to him…
  • His band buddies got the vibe and let you two alone. You’re sitting on the dumpster outside the pub.
  • “So,I… need to ask. Prom queen? Seriously?” he breaks the ice, trying not to stare too much. “Well, I I would be remembered for a while, you know? Wouldn’t you like to leave school being memorable?” “Nah, I’m cool.”
  • “Well, you say that because you’re pretty memorable. Everybody knows the weird guy who sleeps in every geography class. But me…” he couldn’t believe what he was listening, haven’t you ever noticed people staring at you when you come down the hallway? Oh, low self esteem… yeah, he knew a couple of things about that…
  • “But, who cares? I’m not gonna win anyways…” “Why is that?” “Well, I’m the underdog, you know? They won’t vote for a boring sophomore and…” he grabs your chin and stares at you. It’s so quiet he can hear you heartbeat exhilarating.
  • “You’re not boring. You’re fun, and sweet, and have a great musical taste.” You giggle and he smiles again, goddamit! Why can’t he stop smiling? “I appreciate it, but… yeah, I should accept defeat by now…”
  • “The hell you will! No, if you lose, you’ll… you’ll have to cut your hair and dye it on purple.” “What? No, I won’t!” “Yes, you will! It’s a bet, if you lose, bye bye bouncy, long and silky hair… if you win… I’ll dye mine, you choose the color!”
  • “Are you serious?” “Dead serious!” “Hum… fine. Just because I really want to be the one to dye your hair, I’m thinking of a ombré with white and pink, you’ll look even hotter and…” “You think I’m hot?” you blush, and again, he’s smiling.
  • And having Saeran as your canvasser (he and his punk fellas threatening to punch people if they don’t vote for you, that is), you won.
  • But you almost couldn’t make it to the crowning ceremony, as you were watching Saeran’s band perform somewhere else.
  • Both of you came very late, and the room was pretty empty when you dragged him to dance at least one song with you. “So… I guess you missed your chance to see me on a pixie haircut, too bad…” “Well, you would look hot anyhow and…” “You think I’m hot?” he’s blushing, but you don’t even notice as you kiss him in the lips and tangle your fingers on his hair, the hair you’ll turn pink and white pretty soon.

@hexmaniacinien i love ur mob au,, a lot,,,, 

[Femslash February]: Flowers

i feel like i’m just going to accept the fact that i’m going to be perpetually a day behind on these things. 

also this took forever to write im off my game today xD

Day 9: Flowers (Alyanette)

Words: 2200

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: On Wheels] [Next: Sunlight]

One of the first things Alya learned about Marinette was that she doodled flowers when she was bored. 

They started off as small, blossoming roses in the corners of her notebooks that weren’t any larger than the tip of her pinky. If you left her to it for long enough, she’d wrap vines, leaves, ladybugs, caterpillars, bees, birds, clouds, and more flowers all around the margins of her book. Sometimes, she’d sneak her colored felt pens and highlighters to school and add in whorls of colors and outlandish patterns until her entire notebook page was covered with fields and gardens and windowsills dripping in plants. She’d always take a picture of it on her phone – to turn it into an embroidery, or a screen print for a t-shirt, or a design for a book cover – and pout pitifully for Alya to send her copies of her notes. 

It blended seamlessly into the normality that was Marinette – the color pink, pigtails, the smell of bread, pinpricks on fingertips, different nail polish everyday, humming music under her breath, and doodling flowers in class. 

One day, Alya’s hand was right next to Marinette’s notebook, and Marinette continued the doodle from the edge of the page onto the back of Alya’s hand. Alya raised a brow when she started, but shrugged when Marinette asked if it bothered her. As far as idiosyncracies went, Marinette’s were all rather harmless. Besides, it was rather nice to take notes with one hand and feel the light brush of Marinette’s pen sketching away against her other. 

It always took three washes in the shower to get all the pen out, and her mother kept worrying her with folk knowledge about skin cancer and ink poisoning, but Alya didn’t like showing up to school the next day with the sketches still on her arm. It almost felt like her duty to give Marinette a blank canvas everyday, to encourage her darling little habits that were secretly the highlight of Alya’s day. 

“Why flowers?” she asked Marinette as she added yellows and oranges to the sunflowers she was drawing along the vein inside of her wrist. 

Marinette tapped the end of her pen against Alya’s nose. “Pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”

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Stress (Reverse Idol!Jungkook)

Plot: #40: “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” + #52: “Are you doodling?” with reverse idol!Jungkook

Word Count: 1022

A/N: so the next college post will hopefully be up tomorrow or the following day, I don’t have enough time to write it tonight I kinda lost time looking at BTS memes so I figured some good old kookie would be fun to write, the link for this post is reverse idol!Jungkook (here) which was a post about idol!reader and kook being a lil cute ass fanboy, it also featured youtuber!Jungkook (here)

Moving into your new apartment with your boyfriend of nearly two years was exciting but nerve wracking. He had called over his best friends to help you two move, three of them helping you move while the other three helped Jungkook, your members coming over to help as well. Jin, Jimin and Namjoon all helped you pack boxes, loading them into the truck outside your dorm, taking snack breaks often and making you laugh so much that you forgot just how many hours you’d been packing and moving boxes around. You had gotten to know all of them well over the year you’d been with Jungkook, becoming a part of their close knit family, Jungkook doing the same with your group members.

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More Than Friends - Request

Requested by @my-unique-mind:  Fred imagine where the reader is transferring from the American school, becomes a ravenclaw(same age as Fred) She has a class with Fred and during a test she helps him by giving him a couple of answers even though they don’t know each other. After class Fred says thanks, turns into friendship but both like each other. Ends with them finally kissing, maybe smut if you write that.

Word count: 2,793 (+51 from the extended ending) (+1,260 from the smut - which is a lot)

Characters: Fred x reader, Professor McGonagall, George, Dean Thomas, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Percy, Molly and Arthur.

Warnings: Smut at the end, but you can totally skip it (I suck at this).

A/N: Freddie my love (this is not a Grease!Live reference), I liked this one quite a lot. I’m very sorry for my awful smut writing but hey, practice makes perfect! I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Originally posted by willi-weasley

Being a transferred student at a magic school wasn’t half as awesome as being a transferred student in no-maj schools. The kids at Hogwarts would not only laugh at the way she pronounced the spells, but would always correct her from “no-maj” to “Muggles”. They would complain constantly about why Americans don’t speak English correctly, and of course they would laugh at how Ilvermorny copied the house system.

“Of course it’s not half as good as the one here,” they would say, “they aren’t even sure what house represents what. They’re definitions are so badly structured.”

Less to say, the food at Hogwarts was extremely different; and it was horrible not to have the Puckwudgies there to have a chat or at least to have company. The elves at Hogwarts would mostly stay hidden the whole day, and if one of them was out they wouldn’t talk to the students.

Another thing that bothered her was the fact that Hogwarts was full of ghosts. Ilvermorny hadn’t got a single ghost, poltergeist, or similar. Peeves would pull her hair, the house ghost would float through her, and it just wasn’t pleasing.

She hated Hogwarts.

Of course she hadn’t made many friends. After being sorted in Ravenclaw, she found a few of her roommates as not-so bad. They would help each other out to open the common room’s door, do some homework, etc. but that was about it. Ravenclaws were… Strange.

It wasn’t strange to find someone pressing their forehead against the wall, trying to create a telepathic connection to the castle; or people wearing bizarre clothing and saying all kinds of senseless stuff. And even when that was funny, even interesting, at times, (Y/N) just couldn’t relate completely.

She missed her home, she missed her friends, she missed her old school, and she missed everything.

(Y/N), who was really smart, dedicated her alone time to study, which made her become one of the best students in each and every single one of her classes. So when the first exams came, she was not even a bit nervous.

“Psst…. Pssst…” Someone started. Professor McGonagall gave said student a stern glance.

The exam was long, and there were some easy questions and some other that, everyone except (Y/N), felt like ripping their eyes off with the wands rather than figuring them out. One of those was Fred Weasley, who continued to try and call (Y/N)’s attention once Professor McGonagall left the room to get some extra papyrus.

“Psst… Hey, Ilvermorny…” Ilvermorny was her nickname. Some asshole Slytherin had named her like that and ever since they all called her that instead of asking for her name.

“I have a name.” She hissed, looking back at Fred.

“What’s your name, then?” Fred asked with his usual joking smile.

“(Y/N)!” She replied and turned his back again to Fred.

“(Y/N)… Psst… Psst…” He continued.

“What?” She hissed angrily, looking back again.

“I just need help with the last two… Page three… Please.” In spite of begging, Fred didn’t lose the smile. (Y/N) knew that he wouldn’t stop bothering if she didn’t help, and McGonagall was out so she sighed and agreed.

She finished her exam soon after. She got up and handed it to McGonagall, who gave her a warm smile before taking it. (Y/N) smiled back and went back to her place, only to grab her stuff and leave.

As she walked past him, Fred managed to grab her arm, putting a ball of paper on her hand before letting go. (Y/N) didn’t even flinch, she just kept walking and it wasn’t until she was quite far from the classroom that she checked what the paper ball was.

There was a strange doodle on it. As soon as (Y/N) un-balled the paper, it started moving. “Thanks for the help.” it read, “Courtyard, after lunch?” (Y/N) smiled, noticing how his doodles represented her and Fred, hanging out. Literally, the doodles seemed to be laughing… Or convulsing, maybe. His drawing skills weren’t really the best when he was doing an important exam.

(Y/N) wanted to be chill, but she couldn’t. It’s not like everyone had been awful to her, but not even her friends had even wondered what her name was. So Fred, asking her and calling her by her real name and not the stupid Ilvermorny nickname, and then asking her to hang out was kind of like a dream.

She waited patiently – not so much – for the lunch time to come. She tried to be chill, but she just couldn’t help but to let her eyes wander to the Gryffindor’s table, where she met with Fred staring at her, and smiling.

After she finished her lunch, she forced herself not to run out of the Great Hall, but rather speed-walking as elegantly as possible. Fred, who was just waiting for her to get up, didn’t lose time and caught up with her in no time.

They just smiled to each other and walked in silence to the Courtyard. They sat at one of the stone benches. The silence that followed was a bit uncomfortable, but it didn’t last long, fortunately.

“So, Ilvermorny, huh?” Fred said, “I heard it’s half the size of Hogwarts.”

“It is smaller, but only because Hogwarts is a castle and Ilvermorny started off as a house.” She explained, tired of answering the same questions. Although, Fred’s voice tone wasn’t mocking like the others, so she was not quite as upset as usual.

“Right… So do you like it here?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“I miss home, but the view at the common room is amazing.” Fred laughed.

“I once snuck into Ravenclaw’s common room… Don’t ask.” He said after the girl furrowed her eyebrows, “It was late at night and the view was almost the same as the one at the Astronomy Tower.”

For half an hour, Fred and (Y/N) shared all kinds of stories and funny anecdotes. (Y/N) finally understood what everyone said about the Weasley Twins – Everyone loved them, and if they didn’t love them it was probably because they had no sense of humour at all.

Soon, an exact replica of Fred and another boy walked towards them.

“Hey, Freddie.” The twin cheered.

“Georgie.” Fred chuckled, “Dean.”

“Fred.” Dean nodded his way.

“We didn’t know you got a new friend.” George said, sitting next to (Y/N) with a flirty look. “George Weasley.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it, “What name should I put to your beautiful face?”

“(Y/N).” She giggled.

“Lovely.” George giggled as well. Fred rolled his eyes and got her attention again.

“That is my twin, George… Although you already know that.” The twins shared a glance, “And this one is Dean Thomas, the master mind behind half of our pranks.”

“Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” Dean smiled at her.

“Aren’t you the transferred student?” George asked.

“Oh yeah, Ilvermorny.” Dean snapped his fingers and nodded as the realization sunk on him.

“Ilvermorny is a stupid nickname.” George furrowed.

“Of course it’s stupid, a Slytherin was involved!” Fred replied.

“We won’t call you that.” George promised.

And so (Y/N) befriended the twins and the master mind. They became so close in so little time that, after two months, they included her on a prank they pulled on some last year Slytherins. Of course, when the teachers caught them, they denied her having anything to do.

Fred and (Y/N) developed a rather more profound bond. They became literal best friends, sharing everything and anything – except their massive crush for one and other.

Fred would sneak her into the Gryffindor’s common room – not that it bothered anyone, Gryffindor’s were usually nice to her since she befriended the Weasleys. She would go to The Burrow on holidays and stay up all night, by the fire place, sharing jokes with him. They would skip class together, have breakfast together (whenever it was possible), study together, spend their free time with the other, etc. They were inseparable.

Everyone was aware of their feelings for each other, and even some people thought they were dating; but teens are dumb and (Y/N) and Fred were scared to death to confess their crush. Therefore, after a while, George and Dean decided to make the first move.

(Y/N) was going to spend the last weeks of summer at The Burrow, along with Dean, Harry and Hermione. If that house looked full every Christmas when every Weasley was there, that summer was even worse.

(Y/N) slept at Charlie’s old room, Dean at Bill’s, Harry with Ron and Hermione with Ginny; and even so, it seemed like the house was full.

Molly loved (Y/N), and Arthur loved her even better because they shared their admiration for muggle’s stuff. Also, the Weasleys were never mean to her or said anything about her accent – which was slowly fading, becoming a mixture between British and American accent. By the end of the summer, Mr. Weasley ended up saying no-maj instead of muggle, which was hilarious to hear.

Every night, Fred would sneak inside Charlie’s room, only to find (Y/N) waiting for him. They would talk about everything, and Fred would show her all kinds of weird stuff - from products he and George had created for their store, to things that he created all by himself just for fun. (Y/N) on the other hand, would tell him about the books she had read, or really any kind of weird thought that had crossed her mind along the day. They found each other fascinating.

The night before Dean and George pulled their magnificent move – to which Hermione and Ginny referred to as lame – Fred and (Y/N) had an especially long night. They fell asleep mid-sentence and they didn’t woke up until the next morning. After all those night pulling all-nighters, their bodies had begged them, and forced them, to get some decent sleep.

Fortunately, George noticed soon enough and dragged his brother out of Charlie’s room before Molly got up. She would have a heart attack if she saw Fred and (Y/N) sleeping together, even if it were as innocently as they had.

Fred barely got time to process what was going on. But the sight of recently-woken-up (Y/N) stuck to his mind for the rest of the day. Her messy hair and how she squinted her eyes with the light. Her raspy voice – saying his name and something along the lines of “oh no, we fell asleep, get out before your mother kills us” – and of course just her flawless-self just lying beside him.

Molly made the boys do all kinds of house chores, and then she made the girls help her out with the dinner. Therefore, Fred and (Y/N) barely got time to talk during the day, which only added up more nerves and awkwardness to the situation. If they had gotten time to wake up and talk, it wouldn’t have been worse than an “Oh, this is odd”, “You have hedgehog hair”, a few laughs and that’s it. But by pulling them apart, they encouraged their minds to overthink the situation.

By the time dinner came, they sat next to the other but barely said a word. Everyone – except Molly and Arthur – noticed which caused some giggles and a knowing smile from George to Dean.

Molly and Arthur went to be early, claiming that they would be out early in the morning. George and Dean also left by excusing with “we’re tired from being up all night creating some new products”, Ginny got the hint and left without saying anything other than good night; the golden trio said that Harry was having a headache and that he needed both Hermione and Ron to take care of him. Percy left using his “prefects don’t clean” excuse. That left Fred and (Y/N) in charge of picking up the table and washing the dishes.

(Y/N) went for the dishes as Fred cleaned up the table. They weren’t allowed to use magic outside the school, yet. So the tasks had to be hand-made.

Fred cleaned up very quickly and ended up joining (Y/N) with the dishes. She washed, he dried.

“So, how was your day?” Fred asked nonchalantly.

“Definitely not as tiring as yours.” She joked.

“Mom likes to have many boys around to the things dad can’t do anymore.” Fred explained.

Both of them knew that the conversation wouldn’t go any further if they didn’t talk about last night. And really, it had been a really innocent accident, so there was no reason to be ashamed or uncomfortable about it. Therefore, Fred cleared his throat and decided to speak.

“It was lucky that George got me out of your room on time,” He chuckled, “mom got up five minutes after and I swear I have never sweated as much as I did this morning.”

“I know!” She giggled, “I thought we were going to get killed or something.”

Little did they know that George and Dean had asked Harry for his Invisible cloak, and were hiding at the stairs, observing their every move. Of course the cloak was a bit small, so they had to be sitting in order to be completely covered.

“I didn’t even say good morning.” Fred spoke, “Good morning, by the way.”

“Morning.” She laughed.

“Someone needs a little push.” George whispered, pulling the wand a bit out of the cloak and doing just enough magic for it to work but not much that the Ministry would send a letter.

The foam from the soap suddenly became more, and it jumped covering her nose – kind of like a foam clown nose. Fred and (Y/N) furrowed, but instead of wondering who was responsible, they burst in laughter.

“You look like a clown.” Fred commented.

“I look like you then.” She joked.

Both of them laughed once more. Then, Fred grabbed an old but clean cloth and took the foam away himself, instead of letting her do it. Of course, this isn’t a romantic movie, so instead of suddenly making out like George wanted; they just blushed a little and proceeded to finish the dishes.

Dean and George decided to go for plan B, which would probably end up in Fred hating his twin for the rest of his life but it was worth the try.

Dean called Fred to check something out while (Y/N) returned to her room. George put on Fred’s pyjamas and, after taking around twenty long breaths, he knocked on her door. She was so tired she would barely know the difference.

“Fred… What…?”

“I love you.” George spoke as his cheeks turned bright red, “I have loved you for a long while but I’m too much of a wimp and was too afraid to tell you.”

“I…” Her cheeks were bright red, and her (Y/E/C) eyes were opened widely. Her jaw dropped, and her breathing turned faster.

“Don’t say anything. Good night.” And with that, George ran back to their room, changing quickly onto his own clothes.

Dean and Fred went back to their room soon after. George was still super red, which caused Fred to get suspicious. Then, he noticed his pyjamas all scrambled around the floor.

“What did you do?” Fred asked. Of course, twins have a connection – and wizard twins have an ever stronger one, so Fred was almost certain of what George had done, but he wasn’t willing to believe it.

“Don’t hate me.” George begged, giving a step back.

“She’s my best friend, George!” Fred hissed, “What if she doesn’t talk to me ever again?”

“I don’t think…” Fred groaned, not letting his brother finish his sentence. He stormed out of their room, straight to Charlie’s.

He knocked the door the same way he would knock it when he wanted to sneak in. (Y/N) opened; her cheeks were still red.

“I…” Fred couldn’t finish his sentence. (Y/N) slammed her lips on Fred’s, who stiffened in shock for a second before melting into her arms.

(Y/N) pulled him into the room, and Fred shut the door behind him. Dean and George high fived, calling the attention of every other teen in the house.

Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione and even Percy got out of their rooms. They peeked from the staircase to where Charlie’s room was.

“Did it work?” Ginny asked excitedly.

“It worked.” George smiled up to his sister.

“Does he hate you?” Harry asked with half concern and half excitement.

“I don’t think Fred will hate anyone after tonight.” Percy informed from his side of the stairs. In spite of being the usual cocky-Percy, he seemed to be happy for his brother.

“Next stop, Ron and Hermione!” George cheered, high-fiving Dean again.

“What?!” Ron and Hermione asked in unison.

“Nothing, go back to bed kids.” George laughed, “Let Freddie have some fun.”


*Entended ending* (Which is ambienced the morning after)

“What do you mean you just started dating?” Molly asked as she served breakfast the morning after.

“Well, that.” Fred answered, “(Y/N) and I just started dating last night.”

“I thought she was your girlfriend ever since you first wrote about her in one of your letters.” Molly shrugged her shoulders.


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Piece of Art

Pairing: Enzo Amore x Reader

Pic. Credit: @safty 

Warnings: Talk about anxiety and stuff like that. Pretty fluffy!

Rating: PG

A/N: I love this suggestion from @still-a-shield-fan!! It’s so beautiful!!! I kinda added more to it but I think it’s still pretty okay!

You could not stop bouncing your leg. “Please stop, your eyeliner is going to be so messed up.”

“Sorry, just nervous,” you said. Your makeup artist signed. It wasn’t your first press conference but for some reason you were losing it. Your anxiety was absolutely killing you. You were shaking and your stomach was flipping. She finished your eyes and then lined your lips.

“Sweetie your lips are shaking.”

“What if I say something stupid?” Your eyes filled with tears.

“Honey please don’t cry! That eyeliner won’t stay!” She started fanning your eyes.

“Man I don’t know if I can do this,” you whimpered.

“Honey,” she put her hands on your shoulders, “you’ll do fine. You always know what to say. You are the future WWE Women’s Champion you can do this. Deep breaths, come on do it y/n.” You took deep breaths with her. “Okay I’m gonna finish this, alright?” You nodded.

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Always Read the Margins

Genre: University AU (chaptered), fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: Some swear words (because Dan) and really not much else (totally SFW, as with everything I write ^_^)

Word Count: 2,441

A/N: So here’s an attempt at a chaptered fic! I’m still new to phanfiction so apologies and please be nice. Aheh. Let’s see how quickly I can update this… I’m posting this now because I just watched their newest spooky week (the Silent Hill one) and I SERIOUSLY need fluff now so yeah xD

All parts here

Chapter 1

Dan’s head dropped for the third time in ten minutes.

Quickly, he forced himself back upright again, giving his head a quick shake and blinking his eyes several times. Slyly, he cast a glance around the rest of the lecture theatre from his place at the back, and it seemed that so far he had got away with it. The lecturer was still droning away at the front, and the only other sound was the furious scribbling of notes and tapping of laptop keys. Dan was safe so far.

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Heart - Part 2

Originally posted by e-wonderland-98

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I walked into first period with Scott and Stiles. Scott sat to the left of Stiles and I sat in front of Scott.

“As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night. And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining the semester.” There was a collective groan, and I tuned everything out and began to doodle on my syllabus, only glancing up to see the new girl passing by me and sitting behind Scott. I turned in time to see Scott handing new girl a pen, even though she didn’t ask for one.

The new girl glanced between Scott and the pen with a questioning look on her face before whispering a thanks and offering Scott a shy, grateful smile.

“We’ll begin with Kafka’s Metamorphosis on page 133.” The teacher began and I internally groaned and went back to doodling on my syllabus.

It was finally the end of the day and Scott and Stiles were crowded around me at my locker. I was talking to Stiles as Scott was off in lala-land staring at the new girl.

“Can someone tell me how new girl is here for all of five minutes, and she’s already hanging out with Lydia’s clique?” A random girl asked as she stood next to Stiles.

“Because she’s hot. Beautiful people heard together.” Stiles retaliated.

I rolled my eyes as Stiles began to bicker with the girl about who knows what and Scott was still off in lala-land.

I shut my locker and grabbed Stiles by the back of his collar and began to drag him away, “ I apologize for his ability to argue with anyone about anything.”

I grabbed Scott by the back of his collar and drug the both to the door of the boys locker room.

“You two are going to be the death of me one day, you know that, right? Now get changed, get on that field, and me proud!” I ordered before walking away and making my way to the lacrosse field to find a nice seat on the bleachers.

A few minutes after I sat down, I saw Lydia and the new girl sit down on the bench in front of me. The poor new girl looked like she didn’t want to be here at all, that is until Scott walked onto the field.

“Who is that?” She asked as Coach shoved a goalie stick into Scott’s arms.

“Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?” Lydia questioned.

“He’s in my English class.” New girl responded.

“Hi! I’m in your English class too, and I also happen to be that idiot’s best friend. My name is Liv and his is Scott. What’s your name?” I asked as I smiled and held out my hand for her to shake.

“Allison.” She said as she returned my smile and shook my hand.

I looked up just as Scott got hit in the face with a ball. I groaned and put my head in my hands and peeked between my fingers as someone else flung the ball at him. But to my surprise he caught it, with reflexes he never had before.

I just stared at him in disbelief, like everyone else did. Ball after ball, Scott kept catching them, even the amazing shot from Jackson.

“Yeah! That’s my best friend!” I shouted at the same time as Stiles.

“He seems like he’s pretty good.” Allison said.

“Oh, very good.” Lydia mused, but I wasn’t paying attention, Scott made me proud!

Stiles, Scott and I were walking through the woods trying to find Scott’s inhaler, talking about his amazing catch earlier.

“I don’t - I don’t know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that’s not the only weird thing. I - I can - hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things.” Scott explained.

“Smell things? Like what?” Stiles asked.

“Like the mint-mojito gum in your pocket, or Liv that new perfume in your bag.”

“I don’t even have any mint-mojito-” Stiles began, but stopped when he fished a piece of gum out from his pocket. I stopped where I was and dug around my bag for my perfume.

“This one?” I asked as I held it out towards Scott.

“Yeah, that one.” He nodded.

“Since when do you shop at Victoria’s Secret?” Stiles asked appalled.

“Since I like their stuff.” I snapped back.

“But isn’t that, like, a sex shop?” He retaliated.

“No. It’s a place to buy cute bras and underwear. It’s also a good place to buy sports wear and good smelling things. But anyway, so this all started with a bite?” I changed the subject.

“What if it’s like an infection, like, my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott rambled.

“You know what? I actually think I’ve heard of this. It’s a specific type of infection.”

“Are you serious?” Scott asked as he began to freak out.

“Yeah, yeah, I think it’s called lycanthropy.” Stiles said, trying to hide a smile, and it took everything that I had not to bust out laughing.

“What’s that? Is that bad?” Scott asked and I couldn’t hold it back anymore, I burst out laughing.

“Oh, yeah, it’s the worst. But only once a month.” Stiles continued while snickering.

“Once a month?” Scott asked, confused.

“On the night of the full moon.” I laughed and looked at Stiles, and we howled together before busting out laughing. When our laughter died down we saw that Scott was giving us a look.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling.” Stiles reasoned.

“Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!” Scott complained.

“I know, you’re a werewolf. Rrr” I growled and Scott gave us another look.

“Okay, obviously, we’re kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all of the silver I can find, it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon.” Stiles said as we came to a stop in a clearing.

“No.” Scott muttered as he rummaged through the leaves. “I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler.”

“Maybe the killer moved the body.” Stiles suggested.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks.” Scott stressed.

I looked up to see a handsome man dressed in all black just standing, staring at us with a resting bitch face, before he approached..

“What are you doing here? This is private property.” The man said.

“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know.” Stiles said for all of us.

“Yeah, we were just looking for something, but, uhm, forget it.” Scott said, about to walk away, but the hot guy tossed something at him and when we all looked in his hand, it was his inhaler. We all looked up but hot guy was gone, “Alright, come on, I gotta get to work.”

“That was Derek Hale. You guys remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.” Stiles said.

“Remember what?” I asked.

“His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.” Stiles said.

“I wonder what he’s doing back.” Scott wondered out loud.

“I don’t care, he’s hot, he can stay as long as he likes.” I mused.

“Come on.” Stiles rolled his eyes and walked towards the Jeep, with Scott and me following behind.

After we dropped Scott off at work, Stiles drove us to my house. Both of my parents were out of town for work so the house was empty.

“Are you ready for the best movie night of your life?” I asked Stiles as I threw my bag next to the door and walked backwards towards the kitchen.

“Hell yeah!” Stiles laughed.

I grabbed the landline from the island and called for pizza. Once the pizza was ordered, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and changed into a pair of yoga shorts and Stiles’ lacrosse hoodie that he left who knows how long ago. I reached into the drawer that I had designated for the boys clothes and grabbed Stiles a pair sweat pants.I walked back downstairs and threw the sweats at Stiles.

“Is that my hoodie?” Stiles asked as I started to put my hair into a messy bun.

“Yeah, why?” I asked as I walked over to the couch and plopped down.

“Nothing, I’m just not used to seeing you in guys clothing.” He said as he shook his head.

“So, what do we want to start with, Harry Potter or Star Trek?” 

I woke up the the tune of the Harry Potter theme song, I was too tired to open my eyes, so instead, I decided to roll over to fall back asleep, but instead of finding the other side of my bed, I found nothing. I let out a shriek as I fell to the floor. I groaned as Stiles shot up and looked around the living room for me, before looking at me laying on the floor.

“What are you doing on the floor?” He asked with his head cocked to the side.

“Damn couch.” I groaned as I clutched my chest.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked as he clambered off of the couch and crouched beside me.

“I’ll be fine in a minute, I just scared myself.” I muttered.

“Maybe you should get it checked out, it seems like it’s getting worse.” He said as he helped me sit up. I love my boys, but after my heartbeat rises and I show that I’m in pain, they both are slightly over protective.

“What time is it?” I asked and Stiles checked his phone.

“We still have an hour before we have to be at school.”

“Good. I’ll be back.” I said as I patted his shoulder and stood up.

I walked upstairs to my room, opened my closet and pulled out a purple long sleeve crop, a pair of high waisted skinny jeans and my black flats. I went to my bathroom and did my makeup natural with a light pink lipstick. I pulled my hair out of the bun and brushed out the waves. I walked back into my room and changed into my clothes for the day, spraying some perfume before I left. I walked down the stairs and grabbed my black leather jacket and my bag before telling Stiles I was ready. We clambered into his Jeep and drove to his house so that he could change.

We pulled up to the Stilinski home, got out of the Jeep and walked into the house. Stiles ran up the stairs to change and I made us both some toast for breakfast. 

Just as the bread popped up from the toaster, Stiles bound down the stairs and picked up the landline that Sheriff had picked up a minute before. After a little of him listening, he hung up and looked at me.

“What?” I asked as I handed him his piece of toast.

“So you know how the body was sent to Los Angeles for analysis? Well that was them. They found animal hairs on the body.” Stiles rambled.

“Yeah, so? The body was found in the woods.” I deadpanned.

“So, the hair was from a wolf…”

anonymous asked:

Hey so my mom went through my phone "secretly"(even though it's actually very obvious) and now I'm really scared. If it's not too much trouble could you write a small fic where Laurens keeps a diary or something and he finds out his dad read it?Thank

Hey bby! <333 I’m so sorry your mom invaded your privacy like that. That’s such an awful feeling, I know. I sure can write you a lil something! I hope this helps and that you’re doing okay, kiddo <333 A huge thanks to @ciceroniantrash for suggesting that John’s journal include drawings and for being the best Suffering Friend ™ a girl could ask for <333

John Laurens started keeping a diary the day of his mother’s funeral. After the service and burial, when friends and family were milling about back at the house, John’s maternal grandmother found him hiding away in his room upstairs, flipping through an old photo album of him and his parents when he was an infant.

“My sweet boy,” his grandmother said. She smoothed back his curls, still short in his youth, and kissed his forehead. “I have something for you.”

John looked up from the photos. He was still young enough to be enticed by the possibility of a present. His grandmother smiled at him.

“It’s a journal, but not just any journal.” She pulled it out from her purse and he eagerly flipped it open. “You see, they’re no lines. Journals don’t have to be just words, John, they can be images.” She tapped the album still open on his lap. “And I know you like to draw.”

John had filled that journal from his grandmother years ago. He’d filled five since then, in fact, roughly one a year. And now, at sixteen, he found he needed his journal more than ever. When his mother died, he could talk about it. People knew he was sad. They understood on some level what he was going through. But this? This… feeling? His journal was the only one he could confide in.

He opened up his current journal to a blank page.

Today Alexander did the cutest ever. We were sitting in the cafeteria when he decided to use the straw from his drink then steal the one from mine and stick them under his upper lip. When he grinned at me, I lost it. Laf and Herc rolled their eyes, but I could tell they were amused.

I wanted him to put my straw back so badly. How weird is that? How fucked up am I? But lunch ended and so did my fucked up dream.

He doodled Alex with the straws in his mouth from a few different angles. He was putting the finishing touches on the last one when there was a knock on his door.

He slammed his journal shut and swiveled around in his chair. The thing about knocks at the Laurens’ household was that they were never a question. They were a courtesy. His father barged in one second later.

“John, are you doing homework?” he asked gruffly. He eyed his son’s desk, squinting at the blue notebook atop a pile of papers. “You were doodling again, were you? We talked about this, John. It was good when you were a kid and your mother… passed. But now you’re a man. Men don’t handle their feelings with doodles.”

John nodded. He knew how this went. Just play along and it’ll all be fine.

“Anyway, I came up here to let you know that you need to pick Mary Eleanor up from theatre practice or whatever the hell she does.”

“When does she get out from rehearsal?” John asked.

His father waved his hand dismissively. “I think five. I don’t know. The driver has always gotten her.”

John wanted to be angry, but he just sighed. He wasn’t even going to ask why the driver couldn’t get her today. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Mary Eleanor knew someone in the family cared about her.

“Okay, I’ll leave now,” John said.

His father nodded and left the room without another word or glance. John sank back down in his chair and put his head in his hands. It was going to be a long evening. He could feel it already.


“And that’s when I said, ‘Paul, get that curtain off of you! This isn’t The Sound of Music!” Mary Eleanor chattered as she and John walked into the house.

John shook his head, his face sore from all the smiling he’d been doing around his sister for the past half hour. At first the smile had been for show, but that never lasted long around Mary Eleanor. She had an uncanny ability to make John laugh, no matter how he was feeling.

“Niños, hice su cena. Su padre tomó su cena en su oficina.” The cook was bustling past John and his sister, clearly in a hurry. John had seen this kind of hustle before. It meant his father was in a sour mood.

“Gracias, Señora Marquez,” John replied.

John turned to Mary Eleanor. “Lava tus manos,” he said. She scampered off to clean up.

The dinner was already served, the table set. Normally it was left under a dome on the counter. His breath hitched. His father was clearly in a really bad mood.

Mary Eleanor bounded into the dining room and took her seat. John didn’t get to do the same.

“John? John!” his father hollered from his office. “Get the hell in my office this instance!”

Mary Eleanor looked up at her brother with wide eyes. He mustered up a smile for her before walking to his certain doom. As soon as he found himself on the threshold of his father’s office, he saw it.

His journal.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

His father looked up at him, no, glared, up at him. John had never seen a true glare before that moment. He swore his father’s eyes were glowing red, though he knew that part was just in his imagination.

“Do you care to explain this abomination to me?” His father growled. He grabbed the journal from his desk and flipped it open. “‘Alexander is the best person I know. The way his hair curls at the top of his head in the humidity, those tiny little curls like a halo, and his laugh, his genuine laugh, and his energy, his ability to write… I admire him. I love him. There, I said it. I love Alexander Hamilton.’”

When his father looked up from the journal, his face was bright red. “Explain,” he demanded.

“It seems like you already know.” John prayed the fear he was feeling didn’t show in his voice.

“If this is true, you’ll find yourself in a position you won’t like one bit, son.” Henry Laurens stood up and walked up to his son. He shoved the journal into John’s chest, hard. “So before you answer me, I suggest you take the evening to think it over.”

John saw his life flash before his eyes. His mother, Mary Eleanor, his father before politics became his life following the death of his wife… And he saw his future. Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.

“Dad,” John stepped forward and looked directly into his father’s eyes. “I’m gay.”

His father’s eyes widened in shock. “I told you to think this over, John!” he shouted.

“I don’t need to,” John said, his voice growing stronger with every word. “I know who I am. And if you have a problem with that––”

“Of course I have a problem with that! I thought I raised you right. I didn’t think I raised you to be a…” he looked John up and down, as if gay was oozing off of him now. “A disgrace.”

John simply nodded. “Fine. I’ll leave for the night. I’ll see you after school tomorrow.” John left his father’s office without another word and quickly ran up the stairs to grab his school books and a change of clothes.

Mary Eleanor wordlessly appeared in his doorway. “John? What happened?” Her voice was trembling.

“Dad and I just had a fight, Ellie. It’s okay.” He swung his backpack over his shoulder and gave her a hug.

“Where’re you going?”

“Alexander’s. I’ll be back after school tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she whispered, looking down at the floor.

“Hey, if you need me, call, okay?”

She nodded. John kissed the crown of her head.

He ran out of the house, ran away from his father who was screaming for him to get back in the house this instance or else! He called Alex on the way. He picked up on the third ring.

“J-Law, what’s crackin?”

John rolled his eyes. “Never call me that again.”

“Okay, I’ll cross that off the John Laurens Nickname List then.”

“Um, hey, Alex?”

“Um, hey, yeah?”

“Can I stay the night with you?”

“John, of course. Is everything okay?”

John thought over how to answer that for a moment. “I don’t know.”

“Get over here and we’ll talk,” Alex said.

“Yeah,” John said, a smile spreading across his face. “Thanks, Alex.”

“John,” the other boy said, tone serious. “You’re the closest friend I got. I’d do anything for you.”

“Thank you, Alex, I’ll see you soon.” John hung up the phone and sucked in a deep breath before whispering to the air. “Oh, and Alex? I’m in love with you.” He took off in a sprint toward Alex’s, everything he’d never told the other boy propelling him forward.

He didn’t know how Alex would react to his confession, or what his dad would say come the next day. But he knew one thing. He was finally being true to himself, and that was something they could never take away.

“What?” Misty blinked, stopping in her tracks.

“Just take my hand, Mist.” Ash groaned. “It’s not that hard.”

Why?” She scowled, leaning forward in her all to familiar way, eyes narrowing. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not!” He protested, not  wanting to cause a scene in the shopping center- especially when, well…

“You are!”

“Don’t you trust me!?” It was a low blow, and when her eyes softened and her pout went from angry to concerned, Ash almost took it back. 

But then she stuck her hand out.  “Weirdo.”

“Told you it wasn’t hard.” He flashed a grin, lacing his fingers through hers and pulling along the rows of shops. Maybe now the flocks of hungry teenage boys dotted around the mall would stop staring at her like she was a piece of meat.

Ashton loved being a husband almost as much as loved being a father. In fact, you were second favorite person on this planet, getting bumped from the number one spot when your son Ryder was born. So, when you fell ill with a stomach bug, Ashton wasted no time in scooping Ryder up from your bessie and heading out for a day of running errands. With Ashton in charge of Ryder and the Saturday errand, you were left to the peace and quiet of your home for the first time in ages. Though you would have traded the constant trips to the bathroom for a busy day with your family any day.

“What a loser,” a man snickered.

Ashton was pushing a shopping cart full of groceries and Ryder when he heard the remark. Had he been without Ryder, Ashton would have given the stranger a piece of his mind but he wasn’t without Ryder. In fact, Ryder was staring wide eyed at his father trying to process what the man had just said.

“Daddy?” Ryder asked, shifting Ashton’s attention back to his three year old. “What’s loser?”

“A loser is someone who doesn’t win a game, bud,” Ashton answered without hesitation.

The answer satisfied Ryder who went back to doodling all over the shopping list you had given Ashton just in case he needed it. Though, the stranger didn’t seem to like Ashton’s definition as he mumbled something incoherent under his breath. Ashton, unamused by the stranger’s actions, continues on his way.

Ashton and Ryder continued shopping in peace, crossing off item after item as Ashton tossed them into the cart. It wasn’t long before the two made a game out of it. Ashton would ask his son which flavor of a snack he wanted and Ryder would point to it. Then, Ashton would hand it to Ryder who would toss it into the cart behind him as if he was throwing a ball into a basket. The trip got even more fun when Ashton pretended to be too short to reach an item and put Ryder on top of his shoulders to help.

Everything was going well until a familiar man with a grocery basket stepped in line behind them. Ashton ignored the man, putting Ryder in the larger portion of the cart so he could pass the items up to him. It was going smoothly until the stranger saw Ryder pass a box of tampons up to Ashton who put them on the belt without a tinge of embarrassment. 

“First she’s got you shopping and watchin’ the kid and now she’s got you buyin’ her gross lady things. She’s got you whipped,” the stranger scoffed. 

“I’m sorry but if spending quality time with my son means I’m whipped, then yeah I am,” Ashton defended, finally choosing to acknowledge the bitter man. 

“You’re gonna teach him to be a lady if you keep doing this shit with him. Wait until he learns that his father took him shopping for lady things, that’ll scar the kid.” 

“Excuse me, lady things? Would it kill you to actually utter the word tampons?” Ashton asked. “I’m raising my son to be respectful of women especially to the one that brought him into this world. But I guess, you wouldn’t know anything about respecting women considering you’re still buying microwavable dinners like a twenty year old college student. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to pay for.” 

Ashton managed to pay for his bills without another word leaving the man’s mouth. Though, Ashton knew he had done the right thing he couldn’t help but feel bad for the older men who would never know the life Ashton lead. He felt even worse when he realized Ryder was looking up at him with confusion in his eyes. 

With a final thank you to the clerk behind the counter, Ashton and Ryder made their way back to the car. Once again, Ryder helped Ashton put everything in the trunk before Ashton buckled him into his carseat. 

“Why that man so mad?” Ryder asked, during the car ride home. 

“He thought mommy should be here shopping instead of me and you.” 

“ like shopping with you,” Ryder smiled. “And mommy sick.” 

“I know bud,” Ashton answered. “Sometimes people just think certain things should only be done by mommies and other things should only be done by daddies. But you don’t have to worry about that cause you can do whatever you want.” 

“I can color on the walls?” Ryder asked, confused at his father’s last statement. 

“No bud you can’t,” Ashton chuckled. “Daddy meant you can do whatever you want as long as you follow the rules. You can color in your book though.” 


The short conversation with Ryder made Ashton feel 100% better about the day’s events. Sure, it wasn’t cool to have to confront the stranger like that but if it meant he could turn it into a lesson for Ryder he’d do it again. After all, his goal as a father was to raise the best boy in the world. Ryder was definitely on the right track now. 

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