i got the urge to do this i'm sorry

anonymous asked:

So you take promps? Because I suck at writing but I would love some Jily kind of fluff when one of them comes home pretty beaten from an order thing and the other one takes care? That would be amazing!

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.


For not the first time that evening, James wondered if the clock might have suffered curse damage from that one time Remus had thrown a hex at it when the bird that announces the hour had jumped out and given him a fright. In Remus’ defense, the muggle clock was quite terrifying even now, when the bird was seated inside its little cage, beady eyes staring unseeingly into the distance. But it had seemed that it was still doing an alright job at telling the time. At least, until now.

Tick. Tock. Tick.

Still 2:12.

“I swear you are doing this to mock me.” James told the clock, as he pushed his chair back and got up to pace around the table. He was more than aware that Order business could run late, and twelve minutes was hardly anything. Yet it might as well have been twelve years, with how slow the time was passing.

When James glanced at the clock again, it had moved to 2:13, which at the same time relieved and frustrated him.

“Why are you like this.” At this point, he wasn’t even sure if he was speaking to the clock, or to himself. Did it really matter when he was alone at home? Did anything really matter except Lily coming home safe? As soon at the thought passed his mind, he shook his head. Thoughts like that were a dangerous thing to have in the time they were living in. It was easy to let yourself get carried away with the fatalism, to just burrow your head in the covers and try to forget the world.


“Fuck, Lily, please be safe. Please be safe, please be safe, please be…” He strained his ears when a soft pop outside caught his attention. It had been almost inaudible, but he knew that particular sound better than anything else. He walked into the hallway, and pulled his wand from his pocket. Constant vigilance. Don’t let your guard down. Careful.

The protective layer that he and Lily had put up around their house a couple months ago vibrated softly, and then warmth flooded him as the magic recognised the person on the other side. The door opened, and Lily appeared, looking weary and soaked from head to toe, but on first glance, completely safe. When her eyes fell on James, a small smile broke through, lighting up her tired expression. “Heya.” She kicked the door shut behind her. When the lock clicked, and the protective magic fell back into place, James let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding.

“Heya.” James echoed, and moved forward to help her take off her coat. He didn’t say, “I’m so relieved you’re back,” or “I thought you might be dead,”, but when she reached up to cover his hand with hers, he knew that she knew. She shivered when her bare arms got exposed to the chilly hallway, and James quickly threw a drying spell at the jacket, before hanging it on the hook. He had so many questions, wanted her to lay down a play by play of her entire evening, to explain why she had been soaked when it hadn’t been raining for days.

“Let’s run you a bath.” He said instead, and Lily’s smile was grateful as she followed him up the stairs.


One of the best thing about their little cottage, James thought as the water was running, was the bath. With its clawfoot legs, and deep tub, it was the perfect place to lay down and relax. James and Lily had often shared a bath, sometimes accompanied with books, and cups of hot chocolate. Sometimes they’d sit and have a bottle of wine, and let themselves be distracted by each other until the water had turned cold and their toes and feet looked like raisins.

He poured some of Lily’s favourite oil in the bath, a warm vanilla-scent rising up to meet him. He dipped a hand in the water to make sure it’s not scalding, and then turned to Lily, who had been peeling off her wet clothes, dropping them on the floor. James figured they could deal with all that later, and just held out a hand to her, to help her in the bath. She gasped when she dipped in her toes, the water hot against her cooled skin. Yet as soon as she got used to it, she sunk down, the water rising up to her chin, lifting her hair and making it float around her.

There was no need to speak, not yet, and so James busied himself with taking up her favourite loofah, covering it in the blue soap that sparkled and hummed when it touched skin. Lily watched him, and when he locked eyes with her, she smiled again, and held out her arms. Carefully, James ran the loofah over her arm, from her wrist up to her shoulders. He took the opportunity to check her over for injuries, and was relieved to see nothing but a couple of bruises, that might just as well have been from bumping against the edge of the breakfast counter.

She moved up on her knees when James gently nudged her, and hummed in appreciation when James moved around to rub her back. “That feels amazing.”

“Good.” James replied, and dunked the loofah in the water, bringing it up to squeeze it out over her shoulders. He gently moved it around to her front, covered her chest in the sparkling bubbles, and laughed when Lily sank down in the bath, splashing some water over the edge.

She sat up and gently shook her head, getting some of the water out of her ears. “I’m starving.”

“I have some samosas left from dinner.” James offered, “some seitan vindaloo as well.”

Lily pulled a face, and reached for her shampoo. “That one is always so spicy.”

“Samosas then?”

“How well do samosas go with apple pie tea?”

“I can’t say I’ve had any experience, but I’m sure we can work something out.”


After shampoo and conditioner had left her hair silky soft and smelling gorgeous, Lily crawled out of the tub, straight into the massive fluffy towel James had taken out for the occasion. She sighed in contentment as James wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her dry. “Mm.”

When her skin was flushed and dry to the touch, he let go of her and opened the door to the hallway. The cold air was sudden, and Lily shivered. He gently nudged her forward. “Jump into your jim-jams, and I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Samosas?” She asked, already halfway towards their bedroom.

“And tea.”


The evening continued at that pace - James fixed her tea, stole a samosa from her plate when she wasn’t paying attention, and quickly rinsed the dishes. James let her wrap around him when they sat on the couch, and they spent half an hour listening to the radio. There was some muggle comedy show on, but no matter how much Lily loved these things, she didn’t let out a single giggle this time. So when it finished, James reached over to turn it off.

“Do you want to talk?”

She shook her head, then hesitated. “Not tonight, if that’s alright.”

“Of course.” James said, and smiled. “What do you want? Bed?”

She hummed contemplatively, and then returned his smile. “Another cuppa, and then bed.”

Relieved that, no matter what happened, it at least wasn’t severe enough to completely kill her smile. He got up to boil some fresh water, and asked, “Anything else, my fair lady?”

“Could you carry me up the stairs, my good sir?”

“If I do, I won’t have any strength left for cuddles.” He said, popping the teabags in the mugs. “You’ll have to make a difficult choice there.”

She sighed dramatically and got up from the couch. “The burden I have to bear. Walking it is.” She wrapped the colourful blanket around herself and shuffled into the kitchen, immediately attaching herself to James’ back. “I’m so happy to be home. I just- I still feel so… watched.”

James turned around to press a kiss on her nose. “You’re safe here.”

Lily smiled at him and when James raised his arms questioningly, allowed James to wrap his arms around her shoulders, the kettle whistling softly.

Heathers: the Musical "Beautiful" Starter Pack.
  • "I believe I'm a good person."
  • "I think there's good in everyone."
  • "Here we are, first day of senior year!"
  • "What happened?"
  • "Freak!"
  • "Slut!"
  • "Burn-out!"
  • "Bug-eyes!"
  • "We were so tiny, happy and shiny . . . "
  • "Loser!"
  • "Shortbus!"
  • "Bull-dyke!"
  • "Stuck-up!"
  • "Hunchback!"
  • "Then we got bigger, that was the trigger."
  • "Welcome to my school."
  • "This ain't no high school."
  • "This is the Thunderdome."
  • "Hold your breath."
  • "Count the days."
  • "We're graduating soon."
  • "College will be paradise."
  • "I know life can be beautiful."
  • "I pray for a better way."
  • "If we changed back then, we can change again."
  • "We can be beautiful . . ."
  • "Hey, are you okay?"
  • "Get away, nerd!"
  • "Watch it!"
  • "Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!"
  • "Agh! . . . Hey, _____. "
  • "We on for movie night?"
  • "Again? Don't you have it memorized by now?"
  • "I'm a sucker for a happy ending!"
  • "_______! Wide load!"
  • "Hey! Pick that up right now!"
  • "I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?"
  • "I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend."
  • "You're a high school has-been waiting to happen."
  • "You got a zit right there."
  • "Why do they hate me?"
  • "Why don't I fight back?"
  • "Why do I act like such a creep?"
  • "Why won't he date me?"
  • "Why did I hit him?"
  • "Why do I cry myself to sleep?"
  • "Somebody hug me!"
  • "Somebody fix me!"
  • "Send me a sign, God!"
  • "Give me some hope, here!"
  • "Her dad's loaded - he sells engagement rings."
  • "Her mom did pay for implants."
  • "______, The Almighty."
  • "She is a mythic bitch!"
  • "I'd give anything to be like that."
  • "Grow up, _________ Bulimia is so '87."
  • "Maybe you should see a doctor, ________."
  • "I crave a boon."
  • "Shut up, ________!"
  • "For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure."
  • "If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important."
  • "You could stand to lose a few pounds."
  • "Out of my way, geek!"
  • "I don't want trouble!"
  • "You're gonna die at 3PM!"
  • "Don't you dare touch me!"
  • "Get away, pervert!"
  • "What did I ever do to them?"
  • "Who could survive this?"
  • "I can't escape this!"
  • "I think I'm dying!"
  • "You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way!"
  • "Ask me how it feels lookin' like Hell on wheels!"
  • "It's a beautiful fricken' day!"

rogerssteve-archive-blog  asked:

college au please omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they live in the same dorm building and chaos constantly ensues

This is why I don’t write. It takes me at least a year to post a bloody fic. I’m so sorry. Anyways, here’s something I wrote months ago and then forgot I had. I hope you enjoy it. 


The first time they’d met he had been starkers. Completely, utterly naked. It hadn’t been one of those cases where the hangover was so terrible the person would wake up next to someone they’d never met, an excruciating headache topping it all. Lily Evans hadn’t experienced that since her first month in college, and had promised herself she would never again. The experience had not been an agreeable one. Instead, they had met three weeks after the start of the second semester had begun.

Lily knew the girl who had been living next door to her’s had had to drop out. She reckoned she’d been up the duff. Lily expected the rest of the year to go smoothly, after two years of hearing late night shagging noises and loud rap music. Although carrying a baby probably wasn’t the treat from fate the girl had been expecting, to Lily it had been the best news for weeks. Usually, if she felt too bothered by the noise the girl did, she’d move herself to the library and carry on her work there. Not that she could complain. She knew that when Marlene and Mary were in her room, their voices echoed throughout the building, enormous laughs and raspy voices copying their professors waking up half the floor. But the beginning of the semester had promised itself to be the best she’d ever have – a noise-free room one.

That first day, she had come earlier than usual. She’d just spent the holidays with her parents in the country, stuffing herself with her mother’s home made food. Her soft spot were the carrot, chocolate covered cakes. As a result, Lily had returned to university pleased with herself and five pounds heavier.

Initially, she didn’t notice the boxes piled up in the corridor, forming a small pyramid right in front of her neighbour’s door. Her brain had been so distracted thinking about cakes and puddings that instead, she almost tripped. Her arm was caught by someone, allowing her to return her feet to the floor and thus, her equilibrium.

She raised her head to thank the person who had caught her. She would have been mortified, starting the term with another trip. The person spoke first, however.

“Away with the fairies, uh?”  

Lily noticed grey eyes staring her up and down. Lustrous black hair was caught up in a pony tail. In front of her stood a blindingly handsome bloke. Blimey.

“Something like that,” she was able to say.

He wore a discarded white t-shirt that hugged his arms and chest and ripped black jeans. He only had socks on. His eyes remained on hers until he grinned, gently.

“I’m new to the building. Sirius,” he introduced himself.

Lily shook his hand. “Lily.”

“My mate and I transferred back from Manchester.”

“I was wondering why I’d never seen you around.”

“Yeah. Reckon you wouldn’t forget a face like mine.”

Lily started laughing, too loudly. “Why are you only wearing socks?”

He looked to his feet and grinned.

“Quit chatting the bird up and help carrying the bloody things inside!” It boomed from the room. Sirius looked around him. He leaned in and whispered. “That was my roommate. How was he able to hear what we were saying?”

Lily tilted forwards, muttering. “The walls are, truth be told, awfully slim.”

“It was nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, as well,” she replied, smiling.

As Sirius entered the room, all she saw from the so-called other roommate was a hand, as he reached for the door and closed it forcefully. His finger nails were painted bright pink. She found it odd.

He was insufferable, that much Lily was sure. Three in the morning, an abnormal amount of exams for the next few days and the bloody idiot was what sounded like nailing something to the wall. And she was positively mad.

Now, she had been up for almost 48 hours – it had seemed like a fortnight –and she could have blamed it on the excess of coffee, if only she didn’t know the bloke. Not personally, but still. She would have excused it otherwise, even if perhaps not quite lightly. Lily thought of herself as a very patient and polite young woman. She didn’t like conflicts but often found herself in the middle of some. But she understood the struggle of uni students; after all, she was one of them. She knew everyone had nights when they couldn’t sleep because they weren’t able to and nights when they really had to cram half a dozen books and hence spent the night using and abusing the coffee machine down the hall. But she had been living there long enough to know that this bloke didn’t fit any of the former categories. Ever since he had moved in – three weeks and four days ago, Lily thought agonizingly – he seemed to have one mere mission, and that was that if he couldn’t sleep, neither could she. This, of course, led to chaos ensuing every other night.

She knocked forcefully on the wall, eager to make as much noise as the infuriating neighbour. She hoped he’d realize he was bothering her and stopped. She should have known he wouldn’t. He responded with a strong thud of his own.

“QUIT THAT BLOODY POUNDING NOISE, YOU SODDING TWAT,” Lily all but howled. She heard a faint sound from the other side and it took her a moment to realize what it was. He’s laughing. The wanker’s got the nerve to laugh.

She thought about Sirius. She soon had realized he spent less than five percent of his nights in his room. He could usually be found around campus, napping in a bench somewhere, or chatting up some girl. And more often than not, surrounded by plates of sandwiches and empty coffee cups in the café, working on an assignment. He had told Lily he and his roommate had worked up an agreement where his roommate would stay in the room at night were as Sirius would find another place to sleep. In exchange, Sirius would have the room all to himself in the morning.

“I don’t see why you both can’t sleep at the same time in the room,” Lily had told him.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

I can’t be arsed to talk to him again, she thought. Sirius’s dodginess should have alerted her to the problem that was his mate. The git hadn’t told her his roommate was a belligerent old bugger that kept people up all night. She found herself blaming the black haired bloke for her lack of sleep. She’d murder him first thing in the morning.

She stood up, suddenly. Next to her, Marlene still slept in the corner. Lily reckoned she’d be able to sleep through a hurricane and not wake up.

She opened her dorm’s door and pounded forcefully on Sirius’s. She was decided to put things out in the open. She’d tell this mysterious creature of the night roommate – who she still hadn’t seen – that she was bloody sick of his noise at night and politely tell him to shove it. Otherwise, he was out for trouble.

“Chivvy along!” Lily heard from inside. Faint steps followed it, along with a clamour of laughs and voices. He’s not alone, she realized. The courage inside her quivered a little bit. Nevertheless, she decided she had to stay firm. This boy would not bend her convictions so easily.

The door opened. And the first thing she saw was it.

“Oh my God,” Lily said, putting her hands over her mouth. At the foot of the door stood an unclothed bespectacled lad, quite and unreservedly naked. He did not seem bothered by her.

“Who is it, James?” someone asked from the inside.

“I dunno, that’s what I’m trying to find out, Wormtail,” James replied to the person inside, without taking his eyes off of her. “Can I help you?” he asked.  

He looks so considerate, was her first thought. And naked, the second. She could not say a word. All she could think was how a completely starkers bloke stood in front of her. All her convictions had gallivanted down the hall and stood watching her make a fool of herself. Was she supposed to comment on his uncovered state? She blinked rapidly. He seemed impatient.

“Really. It’s three in the morning. Why’d you feel the need to knock on my door?”

The nerve!, Lily thought. “Look who’s talking. I’ve been trying to study for hours– no, days and you insist on keeping me up all night. It’s all right if you can’t sleep or if you have to study but there’s no need in taking it up on me,” he looked at her with wide eyes from her outburst. “So, could you stop? And please cover up your Billy.”

He looked down and a pinched scream left his throat. “Why am I naked?” he yelled inside. The laughs from before swelled up. At the same time, the boy in front of Lily grew positively redder, his cheeks colour coming close to her own hair’s tone. He went inside and she heard the sound of loud smacks in heads and dry strikes on the wall.

“I’m sorry. My mates were taking the piss off me. Tossers. I promise I didn’t know I was starkers,” he said apologetically, appearing at the door. To Lily’s relief, he wore a pair of dark sweatpants.

“Uh, well, it’s all right,” Lily replied. A rueful smile appeared on his face. He scratched the back of his neck, as he started to close the door.

“Wait!” Lily shrieked. The only thing visible now was his hazel eyes, hidden behind his square spectacles. A few locks of black hair covered his forehead, messily.

“Please don’t enlarge what is probably the most embarrassing meeting I’ve ever had.”

“I– It’s just that– I just want you to promise me you’ll stop with the noise.”

“What noise?” he queried, wearing a confused expression. Hers was an exact duplicate. “That bloody pounding racket. Like nailing something to the wall,” she answered.

It took a moment until his eyes took an air of realization. He then laughed loudly.

“The lot of us were playing Urge or Taunt. Well, at least I was until I fell asleep. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Lily looked at him like the barmy person he was. “I’m Lily Evans,” she decided to say in return. What had her name got to do with anything? She was very much baffled with herself. She recognized that the toned chest in front of her was the cause to her incoherent thoughts. Blimey, blimey.

“Nice to meet you, Lily Evans. I hope to never see you again,” James grinned wholly.


The first time they’d met he had been starkers. Completely, utterly naked. It hadn’t been one of those cases where the hangover was so terrible the person would wake up next to someone they’d never met, an excruciating headache topping it all. That’d come later, a few months after that odd first encounter.

anonymous asked:

Oh and another time, I forgot what grade, we were using little thing squares of glass for something and I suddenly got the urge to see if I could break it with only my hands, and I did, and then I was like "OH GOD WHY DID I DO THAT" and my partner was turned away in a conversation at the time, so I literally bent over and placed the two pieces on the ground and was just like "oh no I dropped it I'm so sorry ugh I'm so clumsy ahhh" and no one was the wiser.


iimyfairladyii  asked:

Is it common for an INTJ be labeled as a workaholic? I'm a female INTJ and got my first job a few months ago, and recently I've been call "workaholic" for all of my coworkers. I never believed them, until this week, when I finished all my projects early than expected and instead of going home, I asked my boss to give me something else to do because I felt the urge of being useful. Is it normal for a INTJ? (Sorry for the bad english)

It’s definitely normal. INTJs are known to work quite efficiently and concentrated. And I think we all hate being bored at work (because let’s be honest – sitting there doing nothing makes no sense and is not worth our time) and I guess the need to feel like you’re being useful is something almost all humans have with ourselves.

And now to add a little interactivity here: Raise you’re hand and leave a comment if you’ve also been called a “workaholic” at some point in your life!



anonymous asked:

OMG jimin doing aegyo to yoongi cause yoongi was being all pouty when he found out jimin got namjoon to help him with lyrics is SO BOYFRIEND I'm crying ;; imagine yoongi still acting all jealous in the car after the concert and jimin goes over and peppers kisses all over yoongi's face like "I'm sorry baby, I just wanted to make you proud" FRICK BYE

asfghjklj DED and yoongi just turns and scrunches his nose up because “im proud of everything you do” and jimin just blushes so deeply and yoongi cant fight the urge to kiss him, and when they pull away he just says softly “you were amazing, jiminie, the best in the whole fucking world.”

I finally know  how to submit picture via tumblr, and I’m back with another fanart! This time it’s for your family au! I laughed silently (I read that fic with people around), snorted, and smiled to myself when I got to the part where Eli wear raincoat to change the baby’s diaper. It was hilarious. It just feel the urge to draw ridiculous-looking Eli wearing raincoat doing her best to change the diaper. Uh I don’t know the color of the baby’s hair and eye I hope it’s okay like that.

On a side note, I submitted name for each pair’s child, both crack and non-crack names on anon. Can you guess which one? :D

Have fun writing Jade!

.harmonization (Kagehina)

Summary: After declaring his need to be loved in the middle of practice, Kageyama settles for meeting Hinata halfway. Sequel to Synchronization.


If you asked fifteen year old Kageyama Tobio what he was doing in a locker room with the door locked and lights off, curled up on one side of a bench while blatantly ignoring the voices calling out to him on the other side of the door, he’d probably refuse to answer.

(Lest he say something else completely stupid.)

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