doodle that went out of hand

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When Peter kissed Liz during homecoming last year, you felt your heart break into a million pieces.

Your best friend, the boy that you’ve been in love with since the moment you laid eyes on him was taken from you, his heart cruelly ripped away from your grasps.

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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)
Shattered Windows || Ch 1

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff, angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (ft. Jungkook)

Summary: Having your soul tied to the person you love for the rest of eternity isn’t a beautiful and magical as most make it out to be.  (Based around the Prologue, I Need U, Run MV’s)

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, and physical abuse.


Being born in a world where soulmates are real, sounds like a magical fairy tale.  However, this is the world I live in and it has been terrifying.  I never really believe it, soulmates that is, or at least I didn’t when I was little.  Who could blame me?  This was my first cycle and I didn’t feel this otherworldly pull to someone I was meant to be with, on top of that my parent weren’t soulmates either.  When I asked them about it, they said that it was normal for people who lost their soulmate at a young age to find another person who also lost their soulmate.  I didn’t understand then, and I still don’t completely understand their logic but they’ve been around for more cycles than I have.  It has been recorded that people normally feel the connection to their soulmate around the age of 10.  I was unfortunate enough to have my connection on my 7th birthday.  

It was on a sunny day in the summer, I invited all my friends over for a sleepover.  Everything was fine, to begin with.  We ate cake, played games, and watched some movie.  Then it happened, night rolled around and we were settling down for the night.  I was walking to back to my room when I collapsed, hitting the wooden floor with a painful thud.  My entire body was on fire, slowly the searing pain localized to my cheek as if I had been slapped.  I cried out in pain, a metallic taste flooded my mouth but I knew I wasn’t bleeding.  I couldn’t understand what was happening; I something kept striking me across my face and body but nothing was touching me.  My parents rushed up the stairs to where I was in the hallway.  My mom noticed the girls poking their heads out of the room watching me concerned so she went to occupy the girls, while my dad scooped me up in his arms and took me to my parent’s room to figure out what was wrong with me.  Once I stopped crying I explained what happened to my dad, he looked at me pity and stroked my hair.  “I’m so sorry sweetie.  I’m sorry your first connection had to be like this.”

“Connection?”  I sniffed, staring up at my dad confused.  He knelt down and took my small hand in his grown ones.

“Yes, the pain you felt was the pain your soulmate felt.”  His thumbs rubbed circles on the tops of my hands.  “The feeling isn’t normally this strong it might have just been the first connection that strengthened the feeling.  So don’t worry, it won’t always be like this.”  My dad stood up and placed a light kiss on my forehead.  “Now that you’re calm you can go back to your friends and enjoy the rest of your sleepover.”  With that, I headed back my room but what I didn’t know was that this was the only the start of the constant pain I would soon have to endure.


As I grew up I became more accustomed to the pain; I learned how to control my reaction to it.  I wouldn’t react as violently when the pain came, but that’s not to say it didn’t hurt anymore.  It still hurt as much as it did the first day.  Bruises would constantly show up after one of my “connections”.  I wouldn’t have minded so much if it didn’t make my teachers worried about my home life.  When the bruises would get noticeably worse, I would be called to the guidance counselor’s office to go through a routine of questions to make sure I wasn’t being abused at home.  Of course, I wasn’t but it didn’t stop people from gossiping that I was.  There was one day that I came to school with bruises around my neck and when I was sent to the guidance counselor’s office there was a police officer in the room as well.  After that, the rumors got worse and not long after, we moved.  

By the time I started middle school we had already settled into the new house.  My parents also personally went to the school to talk to the principal about my “condition” so things would not get out of hand like it did at my old school.  I also started logging when and where I would get my bruises.  After a few months, I noticed a pattern, during at school nothing would happen, for the next few hours after school nothing would normally happen but there were rare occurrences but again those were very rare.  Late at night is normally when the pain and bruising would show up.  On good days, there wouldn’t be any pain but those don’t happen that often.  Usually, there would only be a single hit and it wouldn’t normally bruise, which I now consider good.  On the other hand, the bad days were terrible.  My entire body would ache from what I could only suspect were punches or kicks to the stomach.  On those nights, I would have to take a hot bath to relieve some of the pain.  While soaking in the tub I would quietly sing.  My mom once told me that when you would randomly get a song stuck in your head it was your soulmate sing the song.  Normally I’m skeptical of that but on nights like these; I pray that it is true.  I don’t know what type of situation my soulmate is in but I want to at least give them some type of comfort, even if it was something as small as a soothing song.


In the middle of high school my father got a promotion and was transferred to Seoul, so naturally, we moved again.  My parents offered to talk to the new school I was going to attend but by now, I’ve gotten pretty skilled at hiding any visible bruises so I assured them they didn’t need to.  For the first time in awhile, I felt normal at school.  No one looked at me with suspicious eyes, no one was trying to be in my personal business; I was just the new kid.  Some people were curious, but that only lasted for a week or so.  After a while, everything settled down and I attended school like a normal kid.  The rest of the school year passed, and before I knew it I was starting my last year of high school.  There were a few familiar faces in my new class but I only knew one person well enough to consider them my friend, Jeon Jungkook.  When I first transferred to this school, I often approached him and ask questions about the school.  Simple questions like where I could find the gym, the library, and the teachers’ offices.  I don’t know why I chose to go to him.  He wasn’t really keen on helping me but he wasn’t rude to me and always helped me get to where I needed to be.  One day I stayed later to look around for a club I could join and I found him in the art room sketching away.  After that, I would occasionally ask him about his art.  He was reluctant at first, but with some time he opened up and we would have little talks in between our classes.  This year, I want to truly be friends with him.  The type of friend that hangs out after school, not just someone he only talks to at school.

“Good morning Jungkook,” I smiled at him while taking the seat in front of him.

“Morning” Jungkook glanced up from his doodle and held up his hand with a slight smile.

“It’s cool we’re in the same class again huh?”  He nodded with a small ‘yeah’ before when went back to his doodle.  I bit my lip trying to think of things to talk about since he wasn’t trying to keep the conversation going.

“So what did you do over the break?  Did you have any new drawings?”

“I hung out with my hyungs for the most part” he shrugged, “I do have some new sketches…” he trailed off looking down at his bag then up to me. “  Do you… do you want to see them?”

“Yes!” my eyes lit up with excitement.  Jungkook normally never let people look at his artwork without them having to pester him; so, Jungkook willingly wanting to show me was a pleasant surprise.  He reached down to his bag, which was beside him and grabbed a small black sketchbook.  He flipped through the book stopping at a drawing.

“This was one of the last ones I was working on before we left.”  He handed me the book.  The drawing was a side profile of a girl sitting at a desk working.  The longer I stared at it the more it started looking like me; from the way, the hair was styled to the two freckles on the neck.  

“Is this me?”

“Yeah, the next two are you too.”  Jungkook gave a small chuckle.

“Really?”  I excitedly flipped to the next drawing to see yet another sketch of me sitting at a desk; however, this time I was resting my chin in my hand as I stared off into the distance.  “These are amazing Jungkook!”  I turned to the next one.  In this one, I had my head resting on the desk as I dozed off.

“They’re not that big a deal.  I could make better ones.  They’re just sketches of boredom.”

“Well, I love them.”  I smiled brightly as I stared at the sketch.  “If you ever need a model for anything I’d be glad to help.”  Jungkook laughed taking the sketchbook back.

“I might take you up on that.”  I nodded before turning around as the teacher walked into the classroom.  

httpshut  asked:

Hey so I haven't watch supernatural in a few seasons but I want to keep up with destiel!! I read that 12x20 was crazy! And that cas said I love you ???? WHAT??! Could you mind explaining the cassette tape and "I love you" thing?? I want to watch this episode but I'm sooo behind. Do people really think it'll become canon? (I'm so excited) thanks!!

yes i can explain it perfectly 2 u

  • cas was dyin so he was like ‘i love you, i love all of you’ implying that the FIRST ‘i love you’ was only to one person while the ‘i love all of you’ was to all of the winchesters. the camera immediately panned to dean after the first ‘i love you’
  • cas didn’t die oopsie doodle now it’s super awkward so he hides in heaven for a while
  • dean was stressed
  • dean called cas 235097 times
  • when cas returned, dean was pouty face
  • in order to have a conversation with dean, cas went to his room and tried to return a cassette tape titled “Dean’s top 13 Zepp TRAXX” (i may have had a meltdown after this and immediately created merch that u can purchase here)
  • dean handed the tape back and was like ‘it’s a gift, u keep those’ (actual verbatim straight out oft he fucgkin episode)
  • dean canonically gave cas a mixtape
  • it’s 1995, allie mcbeal is the most progressive thing on tv, jurassic park and independence day are the peak of special effects, and dean gave cas a mixtape
  • i don’t think destiel is going to become canon
  • i think destiel is already canon
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.
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.



*SMUT UNDER THE CUT* 

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Niall-- Dancing in the Moonlight

“I’ve got it handled, don’t I Doodle Bug?” Niall said, tickling at his little girl who squealed and ran off, a giant grin on her face.  He turned back to his wife, love and adoration naturally slipping into place as he looked at his best friend.  “Go have your girl’s night, love.  You deserve it.”

And as far as Niall was concerned, she really and truly did. He had been doing promo and then touring for months which left his loving and strong wife to take care of their house and child by herself, all while still working and following her own dreams. She never once complained about all of the weight on her due to the rigors of Niall’s career, but he knew she needed a break and that she wouldn’t take one if he didn’t push her to.

It had been Niall’s suggestion that she take a day to spend with her friends and sisters.  It had been four months since she had done anything just for herself, not with their daughter or Niall in mind, and he was determined she would relax.  He had let her sister and best friend plan out a day full of spa treatments, nail appointments, a few nice meals, a movie, and shopping at her favorite mall, all funded by his credit card.

She was grateful for his thoughtfulness, but she couldn’t help but be uneasy.  “Are you sure you’ve got everything under control?  She’s going through a bit of a phase and you’ve only been home a couple of days…”

“Hey,” Niall whispered, cupping her chin in his hand.  “I love you, but you’re overthinking things.  I’m her dad, remember?  We all win today.  You get to rest, she gets to hang out with her daddy, and I get to spend time with my little princess.  Don’t worry about us, go enjoy yourself.”  Lots of kisses for Niall and their daughter ensued, but he could see how grateful she looked as she slipped into the front seat of her best friend’s car.  It was hard for her to turn off the full time mom part of her brain, even while she was at work, but that made it all the more important for her to get away.

Niall locked the front door and turned around to see his three year old daughter looking at him curiously.  “Daddy, where did Mommy go?” she asked, her thumb slipping into her mouth. 

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          ~::{ Decided to do a Left vs. Right hand experiment w/ my boy The Spine cause nobody can stop me and

          I am…. really surprised with my left hand like wtf no. I refuse to believe. }::~

[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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2D Domestic Head canons

Wow another one of these. Tell me if you guys want a Noodle, Murdoc, or Russel one of these next.

  • Ho, boy where do we start
  • He likes going grocery shopping with you. In the mart you go to they play music over an intercom and you best bet he’s walking along side you to the beat of it. He’ll grab random cylinder shaped things and use them as microphones, singing to you. Once he got so into it with a cucumber he threw it on the ground at the end of the song and it smashed to bits. If it’s a slow song he’ll take your hands and dance with you, if you refuse him But like why would you he grabs the nearest thing on the shelf and dances with it. He’s known by the staff and the guy who dances with marshmallows and eggs. He likes to stand as far away from the cart as he can and throw stuff into it. he really quietly says ‘Koby’ if he makes it. You have to scold him for this because things will break when they impact on the cart
  • Late night runs to ice cream parlors are his favorite. You go at like 2am and get the same thing. He takes you to the same spot, a little bench in the middle of a Plaza where a fountain lights up the surrounding area. You watch the little water show, memorizing the patterns of the water. He watches your illuminated face from the fountain light. It usually ends with the two of you having a short make out session on a bench. Romantic.
  • He’ll sneak in the shower or bath T H E  B A T H with you. It startled you at first, but you slowly got used to it. It’s kinda awkward with his height and leggies, but you work it out. In the bath you it with your back pressed against his chest or on his thighs when you face him. He likes it better when you sit on his legs, because he likes to look at you. You later up his hair and contort it into weird things, giving him a Mohawk, devil horns, slick it back, give him a Clark Kent curl. It’s his favorite part of a bath or shower. You wash his hair every time and it makes his legs jello every time.
  • He L I V E S for the moments when you come out of the bathroom at night, already half asleep with a towel wrapped around your hair, a face mask on, a t-shirt from when you were in school, and baggy pants. If there’s one thing that isn’t sexual that gets stu’s dick hard, it’s this It really makes him feel like he could spend the rest of his life with you.
  • He loves it when you run out of the shower and throw your leg in his face saying, “Stuart! Feel my leg I just shaved!”
  • He brings you tea, coffee, or whatever you drink ORANGE JUICE in the morning. He does the same thing, brings it in with a smile, sets it on the nightstand and kisses your forehead. He loves to see you with your hair sticking everywhere, tired eyes looking up at him, a half smile on your face as you thank him.
  • When you have your marathons you lay on the couch with your head in his lap and he plays with you hair.
  • Neither of you cook well, so most of the time food is simple things that don’t require much effort.
  • Stuart likes to doodle and sometimes he’ll doodle on the back of your hand with a pen, one time he went all the way up both arms, successfully giving you fake sleeve tattoos. It was wicked cool.
  • You keep lighters on you because he forgets where he puts his when he pulls out a smoke. You get ones with cats and space tacos on them, he really likes them and they always make him smile.
  • Sometimes he just stops what he’s doing to pull you close to him and press his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and presses a kiss to your forehead before continuing whatever it was he was doing.

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

Reggie X Reader : Throw Your Heart To Me (Part IV)

Warnings :
- This is not your typical teen fanfic
- May not end well.
- Joker!Jason


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Private Conversations - Harry Lewis/Wroetoshaw

Pairing: Harry Lewis/Wroetoshaw & Y/N
Word Count: 1k+
Warning(s): none
Summary/Request: Can you make an imagine where Harry and Y/N have a cute conversation and the boys hear it and tease them? Thnx
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You had woken up late that Saturday, having nothing scheduled for that day, the smell of food surrounding you.
You got out of the warm bed and trailed yourself to the small kitchen where you saw your boyfriend standing, cooking breakfast.
You walked over to him quietly, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your head on the soft t-shirt that was covering his back. You felt him jump slightly but seeing that it was your hands, he turned around, a smile covering his face.
“Morning,” you mumbled, feeling his arms wrap about your body while you relaxed into his chest.
Removing yourself from his grip, you moved to sit on the counter top, letting him continue his cooking.
“Where are the boys?” you asked, noticing the lack of extra noise that there usually was.
“I think they went out? Shopping probably,” he replied.
You nodded, focussing on watching him cook, the concentration on his face when he’s trying to flip things and the annoyed look when something breaks mid-flip.

Finally getting everything plated up, you move back to his bed, turning on a random TV show in the background. Not really paying attention to it, just to have noise.
After you both finished, you both sat, leant against the headboard, hands intertwined with each other, random invisible doodles being draw on the back of your hand.
“How’s uni going?” he asked in a hushed voice, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere but also wanting to start a conversation.
“Yeah it’s alright, it’s tough but nothing I didn’t expect.”
“Do you know what you want to do after you finish?”
And in truth, you had no idea, the future wasn’t something you thought about all that often, you just wanted to live contently in the present without having to worry about the future. So you told him that.
“Do you have any idea what you want in the future? Not even job related just in general? With us?” he asked, trailing off quietly, not meeting your eye but still drawing on your hand.
This wasn’t a topic that Harry brought up much, the occasional time when he’s around his family with you and when he sees you with your own family.
You nodded lightly, “I’ve thought about it, I don’t have a set in stone way I want it to go though. What about you?” You leant your head onto his shoulder, interlacing your legs together with his.
“Yeah, I’ve definitely thought about it, maybe some kids, a dog or two. As long as it’s with you I don’t care.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Kids and dogs sound nice,” you say absentmindedly, thinking about a future with Harry with little kids running about in the back garden, and Harry teaching them how to play football and how loved they would be by both sides of your families.
“We need to go see my parents soon, mum keeps asking about you and when you’re coming back,” he interrupted your thought process with a laugh.
You agreed, laughing but glad you get to see them again.

You both talked for what seemed like hours, going down random tangents of thought, things that only the two of you would really care about or think about.
However, during these chats you didn’t hear Harry’s two roommates come home from wherever they were.
With Harry’s bedroom door slightly open they both stood with their ears to it, listening to the talks the two of you were having, giving each other odd looks and trying to stifle their laughs.
But when they heard the two of you get up they panicked, sprinting to the living room and jumping over the back of the sofa in an attempt to look casual, turning on the TV as quickly as they could.

The both of you walked out of Harry’s room and were initially surprised at the boys being there but then were embarrassed at the thought of them hearing what you had talked about.
“How long have you been here?” Harry asked them, putting the breakfast dishes into the dish washer.
“Not that long,” Lux answered, not looking at us but he had a teasing smirk on his face.
“But long enough to hear the two of you talk about what you want to try in bed next,” Freezy continued, a cheeky smirk on his face, now that he was looking at the both of you from across the room.
You felt your face get red as realisation hit you, turning quickly to look at your boyfriend, a small bit of fear in your eyes.
“Fuck me,” you whispered, sighing because you knew the both of you weren’t going to live this down at least for a while.
“I think that’s Harry’s job, but when you decide to do what you were talking about, warn us so we don’t have to hear it,” Lux continued the teasing.
You turned to look at Harry, unsure how to read his facial expression, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. He held out his hand to you, and brought you back into the safety of his bedroom, shutting the door as you heard the words, ‘Use protection!’

You turned and flopped face down onto his bed, groaning because of the situation.
Harry in turn flopped on top of you, cuddling his face into the crook of your neck.
“They’ll forget about it in no time.” He said, even though he knew that they wouldn’t and you both would have to endure the teasing for weeks, even worse if they tell the rest of the boys.
You turned around under him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he lifted some weight off you by leaning on his elbows.
“I love you,” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to your lips, tingles surrounding you both.
“I love you too,” you said, smiling in to the kiss.

He pulled back slightly, smirking, “So do you want to give the boys something to really complain about?”