her mum walks in

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Okay, so, I'd love to read a little something by you set in a world where Lavender made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe not okay, but alive?

Once upon a time, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her. She had been the kind of kid who put on dramatic plays for her stuffed animals, for any visitors to the house, and for any neighbor or passersby she could snag from the front yard.

Dating Ron in sixth year had been fun, most of all because everyone had kept sneaking glances at her. She had heard her name in curious whispers and she had grinned and giggled into Parvati’s shoulder.

Everyone was looking now, or pretending not to. She heard the whispers– oh it’s that poor Brown girl. Can you imagine, if it was your daughter, if it was you? Oh and she was so pretty before, too–what a pity–almost makes it worse, doesn’t it?

“You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out. “I was there, once, when Lupin turned without the potion. I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”

“Afraid I’ll sniff you out on a dark night?” Lavender said, face twisting as she sank back into her wicker chair.

“No, I–” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and all the hesitation was making Lavender more and more uncomfortable. Even at eleven, Hermione had bulldozed through things. She didn’t waver. “I was so scared, but I think it was even worse for him. It hurt, but he looked so scared, too, I–”

“I know how it feels,” said Lavender, very quietly, and Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Lavender took a big sip from her tea. It was still steaming– it had not taken long to exhaust small talk, between the two of them.

Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to– make things better. Do you want this?”

Lavender put her mug back down, shaking out scalded fingers, and said, “Yes.” Then, because her mother had raised her right, she said, “Thank you.”

“That sounds like a weird conversation,” said Parvati, whose door Lavender went and knocked on after she and Hermione had split the bill with the precise-to-the-Knut math of the vaguely acquainted and recently employed.

Lavender kicked through the fall of autumn leaves that had collected in front of the porch swing. “She was trying to be nice, I think.”

“She’s not very good at it,” said Parvati.

-

Her father wept. He tried not to but he was a crier, always had been.

“You were so brave,” said Lavender’s mother, cupping her cheeks in her warm hands and not even flinching at the scar tissue under her palms. “We are so proud.”

Lavender’s mother was a Muggleborn, daughter of a math teacher and a door-to-door salesman (“now there is a profession that requires some magic,” her grandfather used to tell her).

Her father was a wizard and he was trying hard not to cry, bending down to pet the dogs weaving between all their ankles. Lavender bent down, too, scratching behind Fiddlestick’s floppy ears while Mopsy cleaned her cheek forcefully. “Hey,” she said, and her father looked up, trying to firm his wobbly chin.

“You know I’m proud of you, too,” he said, trying not to tremble on it. “I just…” He reached out to squeeze her knee gently. “You did everything right. You did everything good. I’m so proud of you, chickadee.”

“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a Gryffindor, too.

-

It took Hermione more than a month to figure out the potion sufficiently well enough that she’d let Lavender try it. She was founding a non-profit for nonhuman rights, too, after all, as well as doing a fair few local speaking gigs, petitioning the Wizenagamot on a half dozen issues, getting an advanced degree, and supposedly, at some point, sleeping.

It took more than a month, so Lavender spent another night locked in her parents’ newly fortified cellar. She didn’t remember much, but she woke up with her throat sore and her nails ragged. The door was gouged from the inside. She wondered if she had been screaming. She wondered if that’s what the howls were. She felt like screaming, maybe, a little.

The door cracked open the moment the moon had dropped down below the horizon, outside. Her mother came in with a tray of her favorite breakfast foods– danishes and boiled eggs, steaming hot cocoa with the barest splash of bitter coffee in it.

Parvati came stomping down the stairs after her. “Graceful,” said Lavender. She winced at the roughness of her voice.

“Look who’s talking,” said Parvati. “Up, c'mon, eat your breakfast. We’re doing midnight manicures. Your dad says he’ll let us doll up his nails, too.”

The next full moon night, Lavender locked herself in the cellar again. “It should be safe,” Hermione had said. “It should. I mean, I’ve done all the tests. I followed all the instructions. It should work.”

Lavender didn’t remember, because she never remembered– she didn’t recall the cellar door unlocking and opening after ten minutes of post-moonrise silence. She didn’t recall Parvati Wingardium Leviosa-ing a comfy chair down the stairs, or her sitting down and pulling out a stack of Witch Weeklys, nor did she remember curling up on Parvati’s fuzzy button slippers and going to sleep.

But she did remember waking up in the morning, her cheek pressed into a soft pillow. She was tattered under a thick blanket, but she was human and looking upward at Parvati’s slack, sleeping face. Her dark plaits tumbled, curling, over the soft pink polka dots of her pajamas.

Lavender pulled herself up to sitting, stole the open Witch Weekly, and waited for Parvati to wake up.

-

“You’re going to be alright,” Professor Trelawney said and she wasn’t even looking at Lavender’s palm, just holding her hand tight in her cold fingers. “You’re going to be happy. You’re going to be fine. People are going to love you and stand by you and we will be there.”

The tower room was just the same as Lavender remembered it, down to the spicy-sweet tea and Trelawney’s big blinking eyes. Lavender squeezed her hands back. “I love you, too, professor.”

“You know, I think you can call me Sybil. It seems the time for it.”

Dean and Seamas’s housewarming for their ugly little first flat was a crowded mess, but the afterparty wasn’t. Lavender and Parvati came by with paint swatches, opinions, and hangover remedies. They ate greasy Chinese food on the floor, because it was about as comfortable as the couch.

They came back the next week, and the next. Parvati conjured a crackling fire in a big fruit bowl Dean’s mother had given him and they all sat around it like they were back at Gryffindor Tower’s hearths, procrastinating on homework.

On nights like that they sometimes talked about Hogwarts, but most of the time they didn’t. Dean had started drawing again and he walked them through his notebooks– his sisters, caricatures of the customers he dealt with in Ollivander’s wand shop, the snarky little comics he’d always scrawled in the edges of his notes. Parvati told them about the Auror trainees’ antics, going ut on their first field missions with their mentors. “All bravado and caffeine,” she said. “Bunch of show-offs.”

“So you fit in well, then?” Dean said.

“Nah, that’s Lav,” Parvati said. Dean and Seamas glanced warily at Lavender, but she just giggled and reached for another potsticker.

Seamas was considering going back to school. “Hermione’s been badgering me about it,” he said. “Says I have a talent for pyrotechnics, and there’s a whole major for fire magics at Brinxley.”

“What about you, Lav?” said Dean. “You still thinking about vet school?”

“What?”

“Oh, uh, that’s the Muggle word. Veterinarian– a medimagizoologist?”

“The schools aren’t too interested in a werewolf as a student,” Lavender said, shrugging.

“Not that that stops Hermione from showing up on the doorstep with half-penned anti-discrimination lawsuits she wants Lav to star in,” Parvati said.

“When does she sleep?” said Dean.

Little children asked about it in the street sometimes. “Mum, why’s her face like that?” “How come she’s walking all funny?”

Sometimes their parents turned to Lavender with eager bright eyes in the grocery store line, expecting her to answer. (“I got hurt, but I’m okay now.”) Sometimes they shushed their kids and gave her little apologetic half-smiles, glancing away from the raised lines of scar tissue. Sometimes they pulled their children closer to them and crossed to the other side of the street.

Harry Potter had a godson. Teddy Lupin was four the first time Lavender met him, just outside Gringotts. Teddy clung to Harry’s pants leg, peeking past his godfather’s hanging robe. “Why’d her face do that?” he said and Harry dropped a hand down into Teddy’s hair, which was bright green.

“She’s just like your dad,” said Harry.

“Puppy,” Teddy whispered, eyes wide with joy, and his skin shifted until scars stood out stark on his smiling chubby cheeks.

Lavender bit her lip and sank down to her knees in the street, holding out a hand. “Why aren’t you handsome, chickadee. What’s your name?”

Once, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her.

She hated stories that told you to be careful what you wished for. Were you not supposed to want things? Was that the answer? She was nearly twenty two and she could make things fly with a few whispered words. She had lived through her seventh year at Hogwarts, had stepped out into that battle with her wand out and her eyes open. She had woken up–hurting, wounds tended, poison in her veins–to Parvati sleeping on Sybil’s shoulder at her bedside.

She had cried when they told her about the lycanthropy. She had cried over her bunny because a fox had gotten to it. Both times it had been with her face buried in Parvati’s shoulder and Parvati’s hands stroking her hair. She wished and she wanted– animals that never left you, bodies that never betrayed you.

Once, Lavender had wished that everyone would look at her, and now they were. Everyone was looking– so Lavender held Parvati’s hand in the grocery store at midnight, because they had both been craving green apples. Everyone was looking– so Lavender curled her hair and pinned it up, wore tank tops and little skirts on any day hot enough that she could get away with it, laughed aloud in public spaces. Everyone was looking– so Lavender knocked on Hermione Granger’s door one evening and asked, “What would it take to get me into magical vet school?”

Hermione had her bushy hair all tied back and a quill behind each ear. “A lot. There’s some statutes we’ve got to fight, and even if we can handle that you’ll still be under intense scrutiny for years.”

“I can work with that,” said Lavender, and Hermione grinned.

When Teddy marched down the aisle with the rings, his hair was a shimmering swirl of pink and purple to match the flowers woven into Parvati’s braids and Lavender’s curls.

The honeymoon would be short–a week in magical Paris in the townhouse of a Beauxbaton girl they’d befriended fourth year. Lavender had more medical textbooks packed into her luggage than anything else. Parvati’s bags were lined with half-finished reports that she’d owl to Auror headquarters from a rumpled Parisian morning, getting croissant crumbs in the bedsheets.

But for now the hall was filled with pink and purple blooms, white candles, familiar faces. Hermione stood in a violet bridesmaid’s dress, and Dean and Seamus in matching ties at Parvati and Lavender’s respective backs. Padma was luminescent with joy over Parvati’s shoulder. She had taken Lavender aside that morning for a short quiet walk in the mist and told her, “I know tonight’s what makes it official, but I’ve thought of you as my sister for years.”

When Lavender leaned forward and kissed her wife, her father burst into proud tears in the front row. He was a crier, always had been. Lavender buried her face in Parvati’s shoulder, smiling so hard she thought she might come apart. Her scars creased and puckered in her dimples, and she was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

awww this very small girl stormed past my house shouting “BUT I’M SUPERMAN” 

And her mum was walking behind her and just said in the most weary tone “Yes but even Superman gets run over by cars if he doesn’t hold mummy’s hand”

Superman practicing good traffic safety is what I am all about

Fireproof #1 - The Beginning - An Alex Mini Series

Originally posted by antogriezmann

**An Alex, Harry’s Character from Dunkirk, fic was highly, highly requested. For the most part, this is an original story simply based around his character and there will only be a few references to things that happened in the film – just in case some have yet to see it, there won’t be any spoilers. 

Well, I hope you all enjoy it and be sure to let me know what you think! :) 

**Word Count- 4,397

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3 March 1939 

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You Can’t Protect Me From Everything // Shawn Mendes

Authors Note: So this here is a combination of “Can you do one where Shawn breaks up with y/n because she been hate getting on and after a couple of days she was up I to the hospital because (idk whatever you are comfortable with) and Shawn found out from the the internet and went to drive over there because he still loves her and they get back together” + “can you do an imagine where y/n is roughly 2/3 years younger than shawn ? ((shawn 19, y/n 16))” 

Warning: Y/n talks about self harm and I would also like to mention that she’s angry about it and her views on it does not mean they’re mine or the right view


“I think it’s best if we didn’t see each other for a while,” Shawn mumbled stroking my back softly as he held me in his arms. I froze, the words ticking over in my head. He wanted to break up. 

“What?” I ask, trying to sound strong but my voice quivers. I sit up on the couch, pulling away from his touch and turning off the TV.

“I just think that its time that we had some time apart, know what its like to not have each other,” I try to hold his burning gaze but his words feel as though they’re slicing me apart and I look away. 

“Am I not enough for you anymore?” I ask, my fingers sliding the dainty, gold ring Shawn got me for my birthday in a nervous manner. 

“You’re just young Y/n and I thought it would-” 

“So that’s what this is about,” I hiss, Shawn looking shocked at my sudden anger.

“What? No I’m just-”

“You know I don’t care that your fans think I’m too young for you,” I state, crossing my arms over my chest as if to keep the frustration at bay.

“I know you don’t baby but,” He trails off, trying to catch my eye.

“If I can deal with it why can’t you?” I whisper, the anger giving way to a hollow like feeling.

“I don’t want you to have to deal with it!” Shawn shouts, suddenly standing up. He walks out the room and after a moment of shock, I follow.

“What do you mean?” I ask, nerves on a high. I’ve never seen Shawn so angry in the 8 months that we’ve been dating. He’s leaning against the sink a glass of water in his hand.

“I hate coming to see you and seeing tears in your eyes that you so desperately try to hide but I know, Y/n, I know that they’re from the hate. That the fans can’t take me being 19 and you being 16,” He chucks the glass in the sink, the sound of the glass hitting the metal harsh against my ears.

“I won’t go on it anymore,” I say gently, approaching him cautiously. 

“I don’t want you to have to cut off social media just because of me, this is why I didn’t want to tell everyone about us,” His anger seems to turn on me.

“Shawn,” I gasp, recoiling back. 

“But you kept asking me, Shawn lets just tell them, Shawn I don’t want to hide,” He mocks me, my irritation growing. 

“I didn’t want to hide my relationship. I have every right to tell people that I’m dating you and show everyone how much you mean to me,” I snap, slamming my hand on the counter.

“Why couldn’t we just keep it between us though? Why are you so desperate to tell people?” He mutters, striking a nerve. 

“You were asking me to go places with you that were deserted so that no one would see us and post about it on social media. When we would go out to the movies or dinner, I had to put a meter between us so it looked like we were just friends hanging out,” I turn away from him, not wanting him to see my tears. 

“I was proud of our relationship and to hide it like that, made me feel like… like you were ashamed of me or something,” 

“With an age gap like that,” I hear him say so quietly that I thought I imagined it but when I turned around, facing his icy gaze, I knew he said it.

“Fine,” I sob, voice cracking. “I see how you really feel. I”ll leave,” I don’t look at him as I grab my coat from the counter, chucking it around my body that felt so cold all of a sudden. 

I didn’t look back at him as I walked down the hall to the front door, pulling it open and standing out in the frosty air. 

When I did look back, I saw him standing there still, starring at me with an unreadable expression until the door closed and I could no longer see him. No longer see an us.


It was like I couldn’t feel anything. As if my whole body was numb to everything. I layed in the small single bed, the bland white walls starring back into my face as I looked at nothing in particular. 

I didn’t want to be here, I so desperately wanted to be anywhere else. I bring my hand up to move some hair that fell in my eyes and the stinging pain brings my attention to my arm. The plate. The blood. My Mothers horrified expression. They all come flooding back and I look away.

I was washing the dishes when I accidentally smashed a plate. I must admit however, my actions were governed by the anger from Shawn’s quick dismissal of our relationship. 

I remember the pain in my arm, the sharp cuts that appeared; completely by accident. Unfortunately however, because of my relationship ending only a couple days before, apparently that gave me a valid reason to harm myself. 

When my Mum walked into the kitchen, her gaze locked on the water stained red with my own blood and a broken piece of the plate in my hand she immediately thought the worst. Not once did she give me a chance to explain that it was an accident, instead rushing me to the hospital where I’ve been for the past 2 days, under constant monitoring. 

I sigh, turning the TV off, finding no interest in the cartoon that was playing. The silence allows me to hear the just audible voices outside my room.

“I just want to see her,” a male’s voice says, and I sit up straighter. Shawn.

“She’s very tired, sir,” A nurses voice replies and I roll my eyes. I was fine and in need of food other then what they served at the hospital. 

“Can I have just 5 minutes, 5…please,” I hear him beg. The door opens, the creaking sound alerting me off someones presence. 

“Miss, you have a visitor,” My nurse tells me, and she allows Shawn to walk past her, closing the door after him, leaving him and I alone together. 

I don’t say anything. Simply stare at him as he runs his gaze over my body tucked into the sheets, the bandages wrapped around my right arm from my wrist to my elbow. Up to my face where it lingers, reading my expression.

“How did you-”

“Don’t say anything,” He snaps, moving forward to sit next to me in the seat beside my bed. I close my mouth hastily.

“Why would you do this to yourself?” He murmurs, running a finger over the bandage. I roll my eyes, knowing he thinks I cut myself, just like everyone else.

“Do you know how hard it was to find out my girlfriend cut her self and to not hear it from you but from online?” He asks, voice full of exasperation and something else, maybe hurt… fear? 

“Ex-girlfriend,” I utter. An awkward silence fills the room and I don’t dare meet his eyes. 

“I was on this afternoon,” he begins and I stare at the vase in the corner of my room filled with blooming violets. 

“I saw so many tweets with your name and self harm and I just… I felt my stomach drop,” His voice lowers to a whisper. “I didn’t want it to be true, to find out that my girl hurt herself because she couldn’t handle what she was feeling,” 

I stay silent still, listening to his soothing voice and allowing myself for one moment to believe we were still together. 

“I saw pictures that some fan account had tagged me in and it was of you getting rushed into the hospital. I called your mum- which by the way, she is extremely unhappy with me, but I found out it was true and you were here,” he sighs rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Why Y/n?”

I look at him, seeing his normally sparkling brown eyes, dull and red.

“I was washing the dishes.” I start, finally finding someone who would listen to my side of the story rather than my mothers who was abrupt and panic filled. “I was so angry with how things ended and then I remember slamming the plate down a little too hard and it broke- the glass cutting my arm. Before I had time to clean up my Mum walked in and she thought I cut myself because of what happened with us,”

He looks at me, shocked. “You didn’t purposely cut yourself?” He asks, a serious expression masking his face.

“No- everyone just thinks I did,” He reaches out, wrapping me in his arms.

“I was so scared that you meant it,” he murmurs into my hair before pulling away. 

“I would never Shawn,” I tell him, his hand gripping mine tightly. A silence falls over us and it reminds me of the sharp words he chucked at me. I tug my hand out his grip, coughing awkwardly.

“I um,” He says softly. “I didn’t. I want. I..” He stutters, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry I pressured you into telling everyone about us. I wouldn’t have if I knew how much you didn’t want to,” I mumble, pulling a loose thread in my blanket. 

“No, baby, I wanted to tell everyone as well,” He rushes to say, alarm filling his eyes. “I just, I read some of the hate you got and it was so awful. I felt so ashamed of having these people who said the most disgusting things to you as my fans and I wanted to protect you from it,”

“You can’t protect me from everything Shawn,” I tell him, brushing back a piece of hair that fell on his forehead up out of his eyes.

“You didn’t deserve what they were saying and I thought the best way to stop it was to break up with you. That was the worst decision of my life,” I tighten my hold on his hand.

“I can agree with that,” I hum, smiling at him.

“Everything I said was just a lie, I knew the only way for you to agree was to hurt you. I hated saying those things to you and seeing the look on your face when I said them,” 

“I want you to know that I don’t care what they say or how many years older you are then me,” I say, and he kisses my knuckles softly. 

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles, and I pat the space on the bed next to me, letting him sit next to me. “I really don’t care how old you are. Actually I love that you’re younger then me. Gives me more of a reason to want to protect you,” he kisses my forehead softly

“Good,” I smirk at him and he nudges my shoulder with his own.

“So does this mean we’re an item again?” he teases, his eyes twinkling.

“Depends,” I grin.

“On what?” 

“You’re going to have to face my mothers wrath,” His face paled. 

“Give me strength,”

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Okay, so I know that we are all thinking what shit friends the girl group are being with Sana, like stop fucking leaving her out. And we are all freaking out about Noora and Yousef talking, like bitch step away from Sana’s man.

BUT I think the big point everyone is missing out on, is that on the metro, we could see Sana standing on her own, the rest of the boys and girls in a group. Yousef must have seen this as well because HE went out of his way, to go and talk to her. He saw that she wasn’t with them and he actually cared enough about her to go and talk with her. He wanted to involve her. Yousef was enjoying her company and wanted to carry on their conversation. The only reason it didn’t continue was because of Sana’s Mum calling. You can see that as she turns around to talk to her mum, Yousef watches her walk away and reluctantly goes back to the group. He was hoping that he could make this joking comment and then develop the conversation. YOUSEF ACAR IS SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH SANA BAKKOUSH.

Meta Monday: Rose Tyler Defence

Today’s Meta Monday post is brought to you by the person who left a full-fledged rant against Rose Tyler in a comment on one of my fics. For the record, if you spend 500 words putting down one half of my OTP, you cannot say you respect that I ship Ten/Rose. Also, RUDE.

So, I’m going to break down the comment point by point. This was left on my ficlet about Martha, and about halfway through, it switches to ranting about how Martha was treated by the Doctor. For the sake of length, I’ll cover that part next week. Bullet points in quotes are taken directly from the review.

1) Rose was selfish.

At times, yes. Because Rose was human and humans have flaws. She was a well-written character who didn’t always do the right thing for the right reason.

Can we talk for a minute about why Rose is selfish? She’d recently ended a relationship with someone who took advantage of her. Jimmy Stone took off and left her £800 in debt. When you’re used like that, you learn to look out for yourself first, because no one else will. It’s a habit that takes time to break. 

Now, this accusation often includes, “Rose was selfish to leave her family to travel,” and I will argue against that with my dying breath. It is not selfish for a young woman to decide to leave her family and create her own life. That is natural. I know Jackie and Mickey struggled with it, but that’s their thing to deal with. Honestly, them expecting Rose to never change and always be the same Rose they remembered is more selfish than Rose choosing to create her own life.

Don’t we tell girls all the time that they should plan their lives based on what would make them happy, not on what people expect them to do? Isn’t that part of what feminism is? So why do we insist it’s selfish when a young woman is actually bold enough to flout expectations and forge her own path?

2) “She ditched Mickey immediately when she heard the Doctor telling her that Tardis is a time travel machine.”

Why is it so horrible that Rose jumped at an amazing opportunity for a better life? She was obviously bored and dissatisfied before meeting the Doctor. (Look at her face when she’s working at Henrik’s. That is not the face of someone content with their life.) 

And let’s get rid of the notion that Mickey was a perfect boyfriend. Do you remember the part in “Rose” where she asks if she can borrow his laptop? And he says yes, but then in a panic tells her not to look at his email? That’s supposed to be a hint that he was cheating on her–another sign that her life was not ideal, meaning she was at a perfect spot for a change.

I understand that it hurts to be the person left behind. I’ll even agree that Rose should have said a bit more of a goodbye to Mickey than she did. (Though since the Doctor had already left once, I don’t blame her if she thought there was a clock ticking.) However, I refuse to blame Rose for wanting a different life. That’s grossly unfair. 

Think about this: Donna pitched the keys to the car she shared with her mother in a bin, then took off without saying a word about travelling. And yet, I’ve never heard anyone say anything bad about the way she left her family. Why is what Rose did so much worse?

3) “She also not only made Jackie grieve over her, therefore making her get Mickey go to police 5 times the whole year.”

Oh boy. One of my favourites. 

THE MISSING YEAR IS NOT ROSE’S FAULT.

We don’t know how long Rose had been with the Doctor when they landed at the beginning of “Aliens of London.” If we go strictly by time we’ve seen, it’s less than a week. If we believe there are adventures that happen offscreen, then maybe 2-3 weeks. 

Not only that, but she had been assured that to her mum, only 12 hours would have passed. She walked into that flat thinking she’d been gone overnight, thinking her phone call from Platform One would have been plenty to ease any worries. 

It is not Rose Tyler’s fault that the TARDIS, purposely or not, skipped a full year.

That means none of the things that happened to people on Earth during that time are her fault. It’s not her fault that her mum thought she was dead. It’s not her fault that Mickey was dragged in for questioning. Jackie and Mickey resenting Rose for the missing year does not make it actually Rose’s fault. 

4) “She flirted with Adam and Jack and broke up with Mickey, making him feel like crap.”

Right. Mickey who told Rose–in the middle of trying to chat her up–that he was seeing Trisha Delaney? Which he told her purposely to make her angry? Mickey is not superior here, so don’t even try to make it out like Rose is the horrible tramp and Mickey is the long-suffering boyfriend. 

And if she’d broken up with Mickey, what does it matter that she flirted with Adam and Jack? This kind of slut-shaming needs to end. Flirting is not a sin.

5) “She ripped Tardis console to become Bad Wolf, despite the fact that Tardis was an sentient being.” 

I see this thrown out as a horrible thing all the time. Do you know who did not get angry at Rose for opening the TARDIS? The Doctor. Not once in his explanation to Jack during “Utopia” does he say anything bad about Rose opening the TARDIS. Not once does his voice betray anything but awe at what she became. 

No one knows and loves the TARDIS more than the Doctor. If he wasn’t upset with Rose for opening her heart, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing for her to do. 

Also, if you’re thinking Bad Wolf was a selfish choice, then you’re purposely reading your opinion that Rose was selfish into the text. Rose knew looking into the heart of the TARDIS could kill her–she’d seen what had happened to Margaret the Slitheen. But she chose to do it anyway, because it was the only way to save the Doctor. 

Rose becoming Bad Wolf is not about her pouting because he sent her away. That is the wrongest interpretation of that scene I have ever seen, and it makes me angry every time. In the diner, when she’s trying to explain to Jackie and Mickey why she’s so upset, she starts with, “Two hundred thousand years in the future, he’s dying, and there’s nothing I can do.” And when Bad Wolf explains her choice and her purpose to the Doctor? “I want you safe. My Doctor. Protected from the false god.” 

Not to mention her glorious speech in the diner, which is entirely about understanding that life is better when you live it for other people. Bad Wolf is Rose Tyler at her least selfish and she is absolutely brilliant. 

6) “Martha actually worked hard to become a doctor, while Rose could not even get herself a job after getting her job blown off.” 

Wow. There’s so much classist garbage in here, I don’t even know where to start.

  1. Yes, Martha worked hard. That doesn’t mean Rose didn’t. Stop putting down one companion to praise another. 
  2. You don’t have to have an upper class job like doctor to be a hard worker. Poor people work their tails off, doing things no one else wants to do. Even Martha complained that she had to work in a shop. (Blink)
  3. Rose left with the Doctor twenty-four hours after Henrik’s blew up. 
    1. No, she didn’t go out job hunting the day after almost dying. 
    2. Lucky she didn’t, because if she hadn’t spent the day looking up the Doctor, she might not have been there when he faced the Nestene Consciousness. And the Doctor himself admitted that he would have died if it wasn’t for her.

What you’re really saying is that instead of going off to have a fabulous life, Rose should have stayed on the Estate. I’m being kind and not adding, “where she belonged” to the end of that statement, but really–that’s what you’re implying. That as a young woman from the Estate, Rose didn’t deserve the kind of life she found with the Doctor.

Why not? 

Rose Tyler was clever. Practically the first thing the Doctor says to her is a compliment because she’d come up with a logical explanation for the Autons. It was wrong, but he was impressed by her logic. 

Rose Tyler was brave. She saved the Doctor that first day, she ran into the TARDIS even though he told her it would be dangerous, she ran after the ghost in “The Unquiet Dead…” Do I need to go on? Rose Tyler shot out the window of the rocket she was on so she could kill Satan. How’s that?

Rose Tyler was compassionate. She objected strenuously to the Doctor asking Gwyneth to channel to Gelth. She saw a little boy calling for his Mummy and tried to help him. She refused to let the Doctor kill a Dalek. She was outraged by the slavery of the Ood.

Rose Tyler stood up for what she believed in, no matter what the cost. She never hesitated to tell the Doctor if she thought what he was doing was wrong, even though she knew he could always take her home if he got annoyed with her. When he was passed out from regeneration sickness, she stood up to the Sycorax in his place. She got in Mr. Connolly’s face in Idiot’s Lantern when he was being a sexist jerk, talking down to his wife. 

Rose Tyler was clever, brave, and compassionate. When she was gone, the Doctor missed her ability to spot things he missed. “Rose would know,” was not just a sentimental comment–the solution to their adventures often started with Rose spotting something out of place and pointing it out to the Doctor. (The Unquiet Dead, The Long Game, Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, School Reunion, Idiot’s Lantern and Fear Her, just off the top of my head.)

So no, random reviewer, Rose is not flawless. But she’s also not the selfish girl you insist she is.

‘Boys are yucky, sweetheart.’ - Daddy!Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by ohstylesno

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, the missus was bored, she is finally on maternity leave, again, making her trying to find things to do. She dropped Alfie off at a friend’s house for a playdate, and her newest daughter was doing nothing.

When Darcy was born, she was unlike the other two she had, she does not cry, whine and she is very stubborn, just like the missus. Therefore, she had to keep a closer eye on her because she does not express her emotions, like babies should. She had to constantly check to see, if she needs a change or a nap. They had to follow the schedule for meal times because she would not whine for food, she is very passive, but stubborn. She would not eat unless, she was hungry, she would not cry, unless tired, and she would not smile, unless it was Harry. She would always smile at him, but never her, though she is more connect to her, she rather be with her than Harry.

Harry was in his office, working on records and all, calling up his managers and figuring out dates for interviews and shows, while she was fiddling around the kitchen, feeding Darcy and watching Iris play with her doll. Being on maternity leave always drove her insane, she has to work, she has to keep busy. Though she is constantly on survival mode with taking care of a six year old, a four year old and a eight month old baby, without sometimes, Harry’s help.

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My plan was to follow your plan // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn and Y/n are looking after Shawn’s cousin, its really fluffy

Authors note: I actually love pineapple on pizza


“Thank you so much for looking after Sammy for us Y/n,” Shawn’s Aunt Rebecca tells me, handing over a small backpack containing all Sammy’s necessities.

“It’s no problem at all Bec, it’s a pleasure,” I say, smiling down at Sammy who hides behind her mothers leg. “Shawn is just picking up some lunch, he’ll be back in maybe 5 minutes,”

“Its fine, I trust you completely Y/n.” She smiles warmly. “I’m going now Sammy, say bye to mommy,” Bec bends down, hugging her daughter before nudging her towards me.

“Thanks again!” Bec calls, running towards her car, already late for her work meeting.

“So Sammy, What would you like to do?” I ask the small girl, her curly hair hanging down in her face and I tuck it behind her ear so I can see her better.

“Can we play hairdresser?” The 7 year old asks, tugging my hand.

“Sure Sweetie, do you want to do my hair or should I do yours?” 

“Can you braid it like last time?” the last time Bec got me to look after her daughter I had braided her hair.

“Sure. Do we want to put on a movie so you can watch it while I braid?” She nods enthusiastically, running to the cabinet and pulling out her favorite movie, The Lion King.

I put it into the DVD player, pressing play when the menu comes up. I sit on the couch, legs crossed, with Sammy sitting in front of me. I get some hair ties out of her bag and begin the process of french braiding.

“Well what do we have here?” Shawn asks, walking into the room. I was so engrossed in the movie that I didn’t hear the door opening.

“Cousin Shawn!” Sammy exclaims, going to get up and hug him.

“Whoa wait I haven’t finished,” I say laughing slightly. She sits back down, giggling.

“Sorry Y/n,”  I finish the second braid, tying the band.

“There you go,” As soon as the words are out of my mouth she’s running into Shawn’s legs, hugging him.

Shawn grabs her, lifting her up onto his hip.

“You’ve groan so much Sam, I think you’re taller then me now!” Shawn teases and the small girl giggles, hiding her face into his neck.

“I’m not that tall,” She whines, a smile present on her face.

“The pizza’s on the table babe,” Shawn tells me, going to sit down on the couch next to me, Sammy placed on his lap.

“Cool, thanks for picking it up Shawn,” I say, kissing his temple to which Sammy scrunches her face up at.

“Have you had lunch yet Sam?” Shawn asks her, and she nods, her attention quickly back on the TV.

“I need to go get some food myself,” Shawn tells her, sliding her off his lap, this she doesn’t even seem to notice, before following me into the kitchen.

“Did you get Hawaiian?” I ask, opening the pizza box to find a large mushroom pizza.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Y/n, but pineapple on pizza is just wrong,” Shawn laughs at my expression.

“Its not that bad,” I mumble to which Shawn smirks, lifting me up onto the kitchen bench, standing between my legs.

“You’re cutting me off from my food source,” I grumble, my hand falling just short of the pizza.

“What about your Shawn source?” He winks, hands resting on my hips.

“But the pizza, food, do you want me to starve?” I giggle as he playfully glares, passing me a slice.

“Thanks Honey,” I smile as he rolls his eyes. “This tastes so good,” 

“I taste good as well,” Shawn whispers, lips tilted up in the left corner in a smirk.

“Shawn!” I slap his arm, eyes wide, “Child. Just in there.” I point to the lounge room and his loud laugh fills the room. “Crap Sammy,” I shove Shawn out the room and rush into the lounge room to find her on the floor, lying on her stomach, eyes closed.

“What is she doing? There’s a couch right there?” Shawn whispers in my ear, making me jump in fright.

“Do we leave her there or?” I whisper back, imagining how bad it would look if her mum was to walk through the door right this moment.

“Do kids usually fall asleep on the floor?” Shawn asks me.

“Do I look like I know the answer?” I shoot back and he chuckles, his hand finding its way back to my waist.

“What’s your plan?” I ask Shawn, starring confused at the small child in front of us.

“My plan was to follow your plan,” Shawn jokes, squeezing my side.

“Shawn,” I scold him, walking forward and gently picking her off the floor and resting her on the couch.

“Damn,” I hear Shawn mutter.

“What?” I whisper, still concentrating on not waking up Sammy.

“Nothing,” I pull Shawn out of the lounge room and back to the kitchen.

“No, tell me,” I beg, now able to talk in a normal voice again.

“I was just thinking that you know..” He trails off, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

“You know what?” I prompt.

“That you would make a damn good mother.”

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Anonymous: can u make more modeling imagines?? like how harry meets y/n and he feels like she is familiar but cant remember. and when they are like hanging in tour bus or backstage etc (1d does exist) one of the boys finds her cover of like it being revealing. and so on

I’ve changed this up a bit so it fits in with the series!

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You and Harry had been dating for a few months now and this was the first time you were going to meet the boys. Harry invited you on a couple of tour dates and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

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The girl no one noticed 2 || D.H.

A/N: I wrote a little second part to this story. This week was so damn stressful for me and I’m just glad it’s Friday now.

Word Count: 1.1K

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART ONE

“Who are you?”

I couldn’t stop staring at her or at all those amazing things in her room. A small smirk played with Y/n’s lips. She knew that most people would never get to know her well enough to see this side of her. There was barely anybody who knew her like this and that was the way she wanted it to be.

What I didn’t know was that she had decided that I was worthy enough to find out a bit more about who she really was. Little by little.

“Do you want to order some food now?” she asked instead of answering my question and unlocked her phone.

We decided to get some pizza and after it arrived we devoured it sitting on her bed. We even started talking about school, complained about teachers and we also talked about our favourite bands. I couldn’t stop mentioning how amazing her room was and how much I loved Green Day and playing video games.

After eating as much as she could Y/N asked me if I wanted her last two slices of pizza and I gladly took them.

“We should probably start with the assignment.” Y/N then said, holding her full belly.

It took us  three full hours to finish our presentation on the book. I tried to distract her a lot and constantly fooled around but I think I was also helpful from time to time.  

“Can we please play The Last of us 2 now?” I pleaded, after Y/N had written down the last sentence. She put away all of her notes and pens and finally closed her book.

I was stretched out on her bed, feeling extremely exhausted. I was in desperate need of a break and some fun. After concentrating for three straight hours my brain had become useless.

“Fine.” She gave in, unable to hide a smile as she turned on her TV and PS4.

“Catch!” She then shouted after she had thrown a controller at me. Since she didn’t warn me early enough I wasn’t able to react soon enough. The hard controller hit my chest and I yelped in pain. Y/N stuck her tongue out at me and giggled, making it impossible for me to be mad at her.

She sat down next to me on the bed, we both had a controller in our hands. As we were fighting zombies our knees and shoulders accidently brushed a couple of times but I didn’t want to move away and neither did she.

I felt like electricity was rushing through my body every time we touched and it was a feeling a had never experienced before.

I totally forgot that time was something that existed while being with her. While we were having fun playing, it was already getting dark outside. At 7pm there was a knock on the door to her room. The sudden noise made me jump in fear because I was focusing so hard on escaping from a few zombies. Sitting in a dark room wasn’t helping either.

“Come in.” Y/n shouted, after she had recovered from the shock. A little squeal had actually left her mouth as the knock on the door jump scared us.

A middle-aged woman walked into the room. She had the same hair colour and height as Y/N.

“Honey, I am h-“ she started but stopped as her eyes landed on me. There was surprise written all over her face.

“I didn’t know that we have a visitor.” She smiled, her eyes were filled with curiosity. I guess Y/N didn’t invite a lot of people over to her house.

I got up to introduce myself to Y/N’s mum. “Hi, my name is Dan.” I politely said, shaking her hand.

“Y/N never told me about her charming boyfriend.” Mrs Y/L/N raised an eyebrow and smiled.

I could hear Y/N groan in the background. I glanced over my shoulder to look at her. She was still sitting on her bed, her cheeks bright red.

“Muuumm!” she groaned in embarrassment much to her mother’s amusement.

“We- we are like uhm. We are not uhm dating.” I stuttered, not sure if what I said even made sense.

“Sure.” Mrs Y/L/N said with a wink. “Why don’t you stay for Dinner, Dan?” she then added and I gladly accepted her kind offer.

“Sorry for my mum, she’s just excited that I invited somebody over.” Y/N apologized as soon as the middle-aged lady had left the room to prepare dinner.

“Yeah.. don’t worry.” I awkwardly told her, as I plopped down next to her on the bed again.

“I don’t know why she thought we are dating.” Y/N added, avoiding my eyes.

“Right? Crazy idea.” I continued, scratching the back of my neck.

“Totally.” Y/N agreed, looking up from the ground.

And then it happened. In the matter of a second. I saw the beautiful colour of her eyes shortly before our lips got so close they were touching. We were both surprised by our own actions. It felt like my body was a ticking time bomb that exploded as soon as her lips finally met mine.

The explosion tore down a wall somewhere inside my body that had previously captured some of the most fantastic emotions and they were all free now. I had never felt like this before. It was the first time ever that I felt that wholesome.

It was like my brain was smiling while our lips moved against each other.

Her hand quickly travelled to my cheek as she deepened the kiss.

I had never thought it was possible for my heart to beat that fast, but it did.

Then the downfall. The low after the high.

“Dinner is rea-“ I heard somebody shout. Y/N quickly pulled away. Her mother stopped in the middle of her tracks. She was halfway through the door still holding the door handle.

“I’m so sorry.” She genuinely apologized as Y/N buried her face in her hands out of embarrassment.

“Dinner is ready.” Her mother quickly repeated before she headed out of the room.

As soon as she left we suddenly busted into laughter. Both of our cheeks were bright red and it was such an absurd situation. We had kissed! And then her mother interrupted us… We were too speechless to say anything, so we laughed. And that was enough. 

After we had calmed down we walked downstairs to not let her mum wait too long. On the way, I shyly took Y/N’s hand.  

As soon as we sat down on the dinner table Y/N’s mum looked at her daughter and then at me.

“Not dating, huh?” she then asked, cocking one eyebrow.

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anonymous asked:

the missus angry at Harry because he got home drunk and she's tired if him partying with friends

What if this is when Persephone is only a few weeks old? So she’s still so tiny and fragile, and the missus gets very anxious around people who hold her, so, as soon as he comes from a night out on the town with some friends, all he wants to do is have a cuddle with his little girl because he’s feeling particularly affectionate now he’s had a few beers in him. Stumbling into the nursery and poking his head over the crib, a drowsy smile on his face as he lifts the sleeping baby to his chest and cradles her, disrupting her from her sleep and making her cry out at the sudden attention. 

“Oh, hey. Hey, my darling, don’t you cry for daddy. S’only me. Love me, don’t yeh? Gon’a wake up yeh mum up,” he coos, patting her bum softly as he walks around on wobbly legs towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room, the cries not subsiding and he’s like a deer caught in headlights when the light flicks on and he’s met with his wife standing in the doorway, “hey, look. Mummy’s awake!”

“You’re drunk,” she points out, walking across the room to take the baby from his hold, instantly smelling the vulgar aroma of cheap beer and vomit that you could only hope was someone elses and not his, “you just can’t help it, can you? It’s okay for you. You get to go out and get pissed and have fun with all of your friends whilst your wife is stuck home looking after a baby that is barely 3 months old. You don’t get to come home and wake us both up because you can’t handle a drop of alcohol.”

“Didn’t have to let me go out with everyone,” he draws out, slurring his words as he leans against the counter for support, “only wan’ed a cuddle with my baby ‘fore I went to bed. S’so wrong wi’that? S’my li’l girl n’all.”

“She was sleeping, Harry. It took me hours to get her down and you came in and just woke her up,” she sighs, slowly rocking the baby in her arms and giving her bum soft pats, “it’s alright for you. You don’t have to do much in order to be a parent. Just go and shower. You stink of sweat, sick and beer. I really don’t want to get into bed with you like that.”

“You’re grumpy,” he points out, poking her cheek as she glares at him, “loosen up a bit, love.”

“Just go and get yourself ready for bed, Harry.”

“Don’be grumpy,” he slurs out with a smile etched onto his face, “I love you.”

“Go now, Harry. Or, so help me, I will move you downstairs.” xx

Guitar

It was no secret that Shawn loved his guitars, and that he had way too many. He even stated so himself on more than one occasion, but he always took back the statement when an argument surfaced. We had planned to go out he was going to be picking me up from my house today, I had decided to stay overnight at my parents since I hadn’t seen them in so long and he had done the same, leaving our house in the dark. I was talking to mum in the kitchen when he rocked up and entered dramatically. She was cutting up bread for lunch and I sat on one of the breakfast stools.

“hello, Shawn” my mother said not looking up, she wasn’t practically fond of him.

“hey Mum” he said by greeting. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. “you know she doesn’t like me, right?” he said wrapping his arm around me.

“oh, I know” and I hugged myself in an awkward attempt to hug without turning around.  

“well, come on then, my mother wants to see you” he said kissing my cheek.

“you came all this way, just to say that and take me even though you stayed there last night” I said finally being able to swivel around.

“well I didn’t actually stay there, I went home to write some music” he said with a sheepish grin and I slapped his arm.

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Wait (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Request:  Hi!! I am in love with your blog like oh my gosh. Can you write me a fan fiction where you just start dating Zach and he’s a couple years older than you (like he’s a senior and you’re a sophomore) and he wants to be your first? if not it’s alright. Thanks beautiful 😘

Word Count: 889

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Warnings: Slightly smutt maybe? I don’t even know what this is ! 

A/N: So I write this and I really hope I didn’t disappoint anyone, or just i hope you like it. Let me know :) 


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Sibling Rivalry

Originally posted by angiesrx78

i randomly got the idea of making up a brother for harry and gemma and decided i should write it and post it now since it’s harry’s birthday, i hope you enjoy x


“You ready?” Harry asked, loading the last suitcase into the back of his range rover.

“Yeah,” I nodded as I watched him close the trunk.

“Alright, let’s go.” He smiled, gesturing to the car.

Harry’s birthday was tomorrow and he and I were going to spend it with his family. It had been a while since we both had seen them, and we were all excited. Gemma even picked on Harry and said she was looking forward to seeing me more than she was to see him. Harry put his stuff in the car and then came to pick me up, and now we embarked on our about three and a half hour journey. We stopped to get some lunch, then went on our way.

After jamming to music and playing eye spy for a bit, which was Harry’s idea, we finally arrived at Anne and Robin’s house. We got out of the car and got our stuff, but before we could walk to the front door, Gemma bolted out if the house and hugged me tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much, (y/n). I’m so happy you’re here!” Gemma squealed.

Harry crossed his arms. “Glad to know you really do prefer my friends over me.”

Gemma rolled her eyes as she let go of me and hugged her brother. “I missed you too Harry, you know that.”

Gemma helped us bring in our stuff, Anne grinning at us as we walked in.

“Oh my goodness, (y/n), you just get more gorgeous by the day.” Anne said as she hugged me.

“I could say the same to you,” I complimented her as I hugged her back.

“Even Mum likes her more than me.” Harry all but whined.

Anne chuckled, walking over to Harry and hugging him. “Now, Harry, you know I love my children more than anything. (Y/n)’s just a really close second.”

Robin walked into the living room, looking nervous but trying to hide it. “Hello!”

“What’s going on Robin?” Harry questioned.

Robin sighed. “I know you expected it to just be the five of us, but your brother is coming as well.”

Harry’s confused look turned in to an angry one. “Since when was this planned?”

“Harry, don’t be like that,” Anne said almost sadly. “It was last minute, but Robert wants see you on your birthday just like we do.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“Wait, you guys have a brother?” I asked.

Gemma nodded. “Yeah, he’s the middle child and we haven’t really seen much of him lately. He didn’t even come here for Christmas, though he was supposed to.”

“He was in Ireland and couldn’t get a flight out here as they cancelled most of them because of the weather.” Anne explained.

“Likely story,” Harry mumbled.

Anne tapped his shoulder lightly with the back of her hand. “Enough, let’s be nice, yeah?”

Harry sighed. “Yes, Mum.”

A while after that, Anne and Gemma made lunch for everyone, insisting that Harry and I not help because we were guests. Though, she was a guest too, but I just did as she asked instead if bringing that up. Anne said we had about fifteen minutes until it would be ready, so Harry, Robin, and I sat in the living room watching tv. There was a knock at the door, and I could tell Harry was definitely not looking forward to seeing who was on the other side.

“Hello, Robert!” Robin said when he opened the door. “Come on in.”

When he came in I was in shock. He was really handsome. He had short brown hair, similar to Harry’s but a bit shorter as Harry’s had grown out some, and he had a bit of gel in it unlike Harry. Harry didn’t even look in his direction, but Robert looked over at us and smiled wide.

“Hello, baby brother!” Robert all but sang, causing Harry to cringe. Robert took off the sunglasses he had on,which were definitely unnecessary, and looked at me. “Who is this beautiful woman you have sitting next to you?”

Harry looked like he was getting more irritated by the second. “This is (y/n).”

“Ah, it is so nice to meet you,” Robert said as we shook hands. “How long have you known Harry? A couple months?”

“More like four years,” I corrected him.

Robert looked at Harry and I in shock. “Is that so? How is this the first time we’ve met?”

“Maybe because you’re never around, you–”

“Dinner is ready!” Gemma interrupted Harry. I laughed at her timing.

“Gemma! How are you, my gorgeous big sister?” Robert said as he hugged her.

“I’ve been great, and yourself?” She said politely.

“I’ve been well,” He nodded.


We all got some dinner and sat in the living room as we ate, making small talk.

“So, what have you been doing?” Gemma asked Robert.

“I’ve actually just finished up filming my second movie.” Robert said proudly.

“Of fucking course he has,” Harry muttered as he scowled.

“Really? In only a year? That’s lovely!” Anne said, hugging her son. “I’m so proud of you, Robby.”

“Thanks, Mum.” Robert smiled. “So, what have my siblings been up to, hm?”

“Well, I write articles for a site called The Debrief and I also write for Mtv and other websites too.” Gemma told him.

“That’s awesome, Gem! You’ve always been such a talented writer, I knew you’d go on to do great things.” Robert complimented. “And you, Harry?”

Harry completely ignored him, eating his food and acting as if his brother wasn’t even here.

“Uh, he’s finished up filming Dunkirk, and he did a cover and spread for Another Man Magazine, and he’s working on his solo music and stuff now.” I spoke for him.

“Ah, that’s nice.” Robert said. “And what are you? Are you his publicist?”

“Oh, no,” I laughed. “I’m just with him a lot. Plus, he helps me write songs because I’m a singer too.”

“Well isn’t he lucky? He gets to work with you.” Robert grinned at me.

“I’m not feeling well, I’m going to go lie down.” Harry told everyone as he got up from beside me, taking his plate to the kitchen then going upstairs.


When everyone was finished eating, Gemma and I decided to do the dishes, telling Anne to take a well deserved break.

“So, Gem, what’s up with Harry and Robert?” I asked her, taking the plate she just washed and drying it. “Harry seems like he despises him.”

“They’ve had this sibling rivalry ever since they were young. Whenever Harry did something, Robert had to one up him. And he do whatever it took to do it. As you could probably tell, he likes to charm his way around, and Harry hates how fake he sounds.” Gemma explained.

“Wow,” I sighed. “I literally had no clue about that. Or him, for that matter.”

Gemma nodded. “I’m not surprised, Harry never brings Robert up because of how much he dislikes him. That’s why he’s upset he’s here and keeping to himself. He’s probably afraid Robert’s going to take his spotlight on his birthday.”

“We won’t let that happen, right?” I wondered. “I mean, I wouldn’t want Harry’s day to be anything but amazing.”

“I feel the same way,” She agreed. “We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen.”


Soon after, Gemma and I were finished and the dishes were put away. She made tea for us both, offering some to Anne and Robin, but they said they said they were going to bed. We sat and talked in the kitchen for a while, then right when Gemma said she was going to bed as well, Robert came in.

“You going to bed, Gem?” Robert asked her.

“Yeah, I’m tired from traveling and everything.” She told him.

“Alright, well goodnight,” He said as he hugged her.

“Goodnight,” She said back, going upstairs.

“So, what is a stunning girl like you doing hanging around with a guy like my brother?” He asked me, making me raise my eyebrows.

“Um, I’m not sure what you mean by that.” I lied.

He chuckled. “What I meant is, what do you see in him exactly?”

I gave him a look. “Excuse me?”

He sighed. “Look, all I’m trying to say is, if you’re trying to be with Harry then don’t bother. There are guys out there than can treat you much better than he can. Like me, for example.” I just stood there in shock. “Go out with me, and I’ll prove it to you.”

“Why the hell am I not surprised?”

I sighed in relief as Harry walked into the kitchen, a smug but angry look on his face.

“You know, (y/n) and I are actually together, but if we weren’t, there’s no chance in hell she’s do anything with you.” Harry slighted.

Robert laughed. “Really? Because she was about to agree to go on a date with me before you rudely interrupted us.”

“Cut the shit,” Harry spat. “I heard the whole thing, and she didn’t seem the least bit interested in you. And why would she be? You’re nothing but a dickhead that kisses ass to get what you want, and the only reason you try your damnedest to beat me at everything is because of how jealous you are of me.”

Robert scoffed. “Me? Jealous of you? Please, it’s you that’s jealous, Harry. You’ve always wanted what I had, ever since we were kids.”

“Really? Is that why you’re trying to flirt with my girlfriend? Because I want what you have?” Harry crossed his arms, waiting for Robert to reply.

“Look,” I spoke up. “Think we should all just go to bed, arguing isn’t going to solve anything.”

“No, actually, Robert was about to leave.” Harry countered.

Robert gave Harry a look. “And what makes you think I’m going to do that?”

“Because if you don’t we’ll have a big problem.” Robin said as he, Gemma, and Anne all came in. Robert looked at everyone in shock.

“I cannot believe you,” Anne said disappointingly. “How dare you treat Harry and (y/n) this way. You should be ashamed.”

Robert started to look sad, but then a slightly angry look appeared on his face. “And everyone wonders why I never come around anymore.”

“That’s your own damn fault and no one else’s,” Harry glared  at him. “Now, get your things and go.”


The next morning, I came downstairs and saw Harry helping Anne with breakfast, Gemma and Robin drinking coffee and talking. I quietly walked up behind Harry and hugged him.

“Happy birthday!” I cheered.

He laughed, turning around and hugging me properly. “Thanks, lovely.”

“So, um, I have a question.” I said.

“Shoot,” He grinned.

“Why did you say I was your girlfriend last night?” I watched as he started to blush.

“Oh, I just said that so he’d, uh, leave you alone.” He shrugged.

“Sure.” I drawled out.

“Why else would I have done it?” He messed with his hair.

“I don’t know,” I said putting my finger on my chin. “Maybe, because you like me?” Robin, Gemma, and Anne tried to hold in their laughter.

Harry hesitated. “Well what if I do?”

“Then, maybe we should do something about it. Like go on a date?” I proposed.

“Maybe I’d like that,” Harry beamed.

“Quit saying ‘maybe’, and just go out tonight.” Gemma insisted, earning laughs from everyone.

“I think we should listen to your sister.” I said as I put my arms around Harry, and him doing the same to me.

“I think so, too.” He winked.


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so, something pretty horrible happened to me today. 

i really contemplated on if i really should talk about this on tumblr, but from this experience, i want as many people to know what to do if this happens. 

so, nothing too bad happened, i wasn’t touched or harmed, but i could have been

basically, me and a friend (who i will keep anonymous because this is her private story as well) were coming back from a shopping mall via tram and whilst we were on said tram, (keep in mind that we are both asian and that i am currently only 14 and she was a few years older than me) an old, white man (probably 8-9 times older than me) had started talking (often directed towards us) about how he loved chinese people, specifically, young chinese girls, and that “we had very nice legs” and a lot of other extremely pedophilic comments that made us both very uncomfortable. he had even presumed that we did not speak english and started (prompted by the middle aged, white man sitting next to him) to say things to us like “ni hao” (hello in chinese), waving wildly at as and trying to converse with us as well as saying many, many extremely racist remarks. 

so, eventually, we decided to hop off the tram and walked to the nearest food store (hiding) where we were intending on meeting my friend’s mum where she was supposed to pick us up. but instead, we see the same man walk into this store and in the moment, we were so very frightened and didnt know what to do, because simply, we thought it was over, but it wasn’t. We went to a different store where again, waited for my friend’s mum

after her mum arrived, we walked out of the store where again, we see this man walking down the street (i don’t know what for) and like the hero she was, my friend’s mum went to tell him off (with another friend of hers). They ended up filing a report at the police station, but i was driving home back then.

so, if this happens to you, please

- go/stay in a crowded place

- tell someone or get someone to help you, even if you’re not sure if this person is a threat, do not risk it. please 

- if you’re alone, call someone

- don’t be afraid to defend yourself, whether physically or verbally (something we failed to do)

- go inside a shop, the people working there will help you, unless they’re completely heartless

- try not to show fear (hard, i know, but try) because this person might sense your fear and continue to ‘harrass’ you

- ignore them, don’t reply, don’t answer their questions, don’t give them a reason to keep talking to you.

so, everyone, please, please be careful. the most scary part is that i was almost going to take the tram alone and i, without any experience, would not have known what to do. so thank god i was with a friend. 

i know that i might be being a bit dramatic, but to me, this was my first experience like this (and it left me in tears). so, sorry!!

Mum, I loved her.// Draco x Reader.

Title: “Mum, I loved her,” 

Prompt: “Why does it hurt so much?” “Because it was real.”

 Paring: Draco x Reader 

Warning(s): Sad Draco???? Maybe Death?

History was being made. The battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort was there. Y/N was currently standing by Draco as Hagrid brought a dead Harry Potter into everyone’s sight. She grabbed for Draco’s hand, needing comfort. He was in a black looking suit, as she was in a pair of black jeans and a black shirt, matching his attire. 

“Y/N, you need to remember to stay close, okay?” Draco said looking down at the shorter girl, she nodded. 

He was way taller than her, not that she was any younger than Draco, maybe by a month. They were still in the same year, and everything, yet she was still extremely tiny compared to him. 

As they listened to Voldemorts speech, she realized, this was the moment. She was going to lose her best friend and lover to a man without a nose. To the Dark Lord. She didn’t want to let Draco go, but she heard his father speak up, “Draco,” he said, looking at Draco, stretching out his arm. Draco didn’t move, he simply looked at his best friend. Lucius tensed, worried his only son, and wouldn’t join him. Draco matured, trying not to follow every command, which he didn’t. He didn’t always follow his father’s command, but he’ll follow his mothers. 

“Draco,” her soft voice rang from across the corridor, she paused for a slight second, “Come.” She said, Draco looked down at the small girl, “Draco please, no.” Y/N pleaded, “Please don’t leave me.” She cried softly, Draco disconnected their hands, walking towards his mum. Her eyes filled with tears, watching her best friend walk away. Voldemort hugged Draco, Y/N’s eyes were still watering, “Anyone else?” Voldemorts voice said, booming around the area, no one stepped up, except Neville.

 “I have something to say,” Neville began, Voldemort was physically uncomfortable. Neville gave his speech about how Harry is gone, how we lose people every day. He was right. We lost people every day.

 Time passed. Tons of time. Draco thought, Y/N would come back. Would find him, but she never came, so he waited a couple days, before he heard the news. His mum walked into his room, the green curtains we closed and he was asleep on his huge bed, “Draco, love, please get up.” She whispered, he turned away from her, so she lad beside her, just like Y/N would, “I have bad news,” she began, “It’s about Y/N.” His eyes shot opened and he looked at her. “What?” he asked, his mum looked down, trying to avoid her sons grey eyes. “A professor called,” she stated, “She said, Y/N has passed.” His mum’s eyes filled with tears, she always loved Y/N, Y/N wouldn’t ever miss a Malfoy family event, and she as always over during breaks. Y/N made Draco the happiest man alive, and now she’s gone. “Mum, you’re joking.” Draco chocked out, “You’re lying to me.” He felt the tears he was trying to hold back, fall. “No, love. I wish I was, but she died. Professor said, Voldemort killed her, she got in his way.” Narcissa said, holding Draco’s face in her hands. He cried as she held him. “It’s my fault,” he mumbled, “If I didn’t join Voldemort and his rubbish defense, she would be her.” He cried out. “Mum, I loved her.” He said, crying even harder, “I know.” She whispered, “Why does it hurt so much?” he asked, as his heart broke even more, “Because it was real.” She answered, kissing his forehead, “She loved you,” she said, holding him until they both fell asleep.

A/N: I was reading Alan talk about Snape as i was writing this. Also, this kind of sucks, i wish it was better but whatever. I need to chill with the Draco lmao. But please send me requests and stuff like that!

The King’s Princess

Narry Version || Female POV

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