i had one lesson today and it was during this i am so bummed

“It’s gone...all gone...” - Batsis (Reader) x Batfamily

Summary Batsis is EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED after she accidentally erase from her computer the entirety of the novel she has been working hard on for the past three years… 

Because I’m actually very frustrated with myself right now (refer to that post if you wanna know more), and thought that the best solution was to turn all that frustration into a story, and sorry if it’s pretty bad, it’s literally something I just came up with, and wrote in twenty minutes, because I was so damn frustrated, and here it is : 

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-TIIIIIIIIM !! TIIIIIIIIIIIIM !! HELP ME PLEASE COME FAAAAST !!!!!!!! 

Your screams of panic wakes your brother up from a good nap he was having, and he runs to your bedroom as fast as he can, almost falling down stairs, slipping on the wooden floor in his socks. He burst into your room, ready to fight, and finds you sat at your desk, shaking your computer desperately. 

-Timmy, please do something, I just did something, don’t ask me what I don’t even know it just kinda happened, I pushed some fucking keys on my computer, and my novel just disappeared ! 

He stares at you for a few seconds, a bit in disbelief, before finally answering :

-…Wait, that’s your emergency ? Are you kidding me (Y/N)? 

-Au contraire mon frère, I’m super serious ! My novel alright ?! I’ve been working on it for the past three years, I was almost done !! IT CAN’T BE ALL GONE ALRIGHT !?

As you said those last words, you stood up and grabbed your brother by the collar of his shirt. Realizing what you just did, you let go of him, and straighten him a bit, forcing a smile on your face. 

-Can you, please, my dear and adorable little brother, check my computer to see if it can be retrieved ? 

Tim was a little stunned, he never saw you like that before. It was pretty much the exact opposite in fact, you were known to be the calmest and more collected of the batkids. You usually were the one calming them down…In that sense, you were a lot like your father. So seeing you being so…hysterical, was a bit unsettling. 

-Ok calm down, we can probably retrieve your file. Most files can be recovered from computers. Hell, remember when I got some back from the bat computer after it’d been completely torched down ?

-Yes, I’m hoping for another one of your miracle here. Don’t disappoint bro’. 

-I won’t. 

And on that note, Tim cracked his knuckles and went to work. 

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Teen Wolf Imagine- The Worst Day Ever

Today was defiantly not your day. You woke up, strangely without your boyfriend lying next to you. You sat up to see the alarm clock, shit you were an hour late for school. There was a note on the bedside table, you read it and couldn’t help but scoff, ‘Your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up, if you’re late there’s a fake doctors note on the kitchen table, love Isaac x’ You jumped out of bed and brushed your teeth. It wasn’t long until you realised you left your bag of clean clothes along with your hairbrush at home. Just great, you pulled out one of Isaac’s flannel shirts that he doesn’t wear, rather than going with the alternative of a V-neck and cardigan. You quickly pulled on a pair of black leggings you left in his wardrobe and a pair of white converse. You barley had enough time to comb your hair with Isaac’s old one, your hair wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t particularly good. You grabbed your purse, not worrying about breakfast. Which was a stupid idea because you not only had to walk all the way to school on an empty stomach but you also forgot to get the note, earning you an hour detention on Friday. You had a strong feeling that the rest of the day wouldn’t have much else to offer.

You got there, with 45 minutes left of your second period. You strolled in coaches room, ignoring his sarcastic comment on how it was a miracle for you to be alive, you were too busy glaring at Scott and Stiles’ faces and how they were trying not to laugh from behind their hands. Conveniently, today was the only day you had lessons that all had at least one pack member in. This was clearly going to be the joke of the day between you all. “Y/L/N, you’re so profoundly late I have no idea why you bothered showing up. Now I have to explain everything all over again so I don’t have to listen to you ask questions for the next god knows how long” Coach lectured. “As much as I enjoy our little chats, I’ll take a rain check. I’m sure my dearest friends here can fill me in while you return to that water over there, which is clearly vodka” you gave a sarcastic smile, which he returned. As much as he pretended, he loved being out sassed by you every lesson. “You’ve got quite the get up there” Stiles laughed, referring to the oversized top and look of destain you had going on. “Clearly you’d know a good flannel when you see it” you replied, not meaning for him to take it as a compliment, which he did. “I’m sorry about leaving you asleep but me and Isaac as a joint supernatural force couldn't move you from that bed” Scott said, still containing a laugh. “My dearest cousin Scott, how I would love to kick your ass right now” you claimed. “How I am sure you would” he smiled, handing you the notes on the assignment. “Y/N, I can hear your sarcasm from here and its making my brain hurt” Coach whined from his desk. “That’ll be the hangover sir” you retort. But before he could say anything back he was distracted by Greenburg and his audacity to click his pen more than twice in a minute. The bell finally went off, you began to pack your things away but coach had an announcement first, “Hang on you bunch of delinquents, anyone who has their free period straight after break has to take a mandatory cooking class. I would tell you why but I wont because I stopped listening during staff debriefing this morning-” he began to ramble. “Great that’s me” you huffed. “Same” Stiles voiced. You definitely were not looking forward to that.

Break was the perfect time for you to kill your boyfriend and to discuss your weekend plans with Lydia and Allison. “Heyy guys” Stiles beamed as you met up with the other half of the pack. You sat opposite Isaac, he was clearly trying to avoid your death stare. “Y/N, what the hell happened to you?” Lydia asked in pure shock. “You don’t even want to know” you said, shaking your head. “At least you look hot in my shirt” Isaac complimented, glancing timidly at you. “Don't” you said, through gritted teeth. “Technically it’s not his fault, you’re the one that didn’t wake up” Allison tried to help. “Well he’s the one that kept me up all night” you remarked. It took them a second, before Scott and Stiles pulled a disgusted face and the girls an approving one. “It was worth it” Isaac smirked, causing you to kick him under the table. “Dude that’s my cousin” Scott said, now also glaring at him. “Anyway, did you hear about the whole cooking thing” Lydia sighed. “Yeah, we have it next” Stiles said, gesturing between you and him. “Thank god, at least I wont be with random idiots incapable of cooking” Lydia said in relief.

“You two are a pair of idiots, incapable of cooking” Lydia said in clear frustration. “I think it’s going pretty well” Stiles said proudly. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it” you agreed. You took a step back to realise the utter mess you two made, who knew making dessert could be so hard without a recipe. “I’ll re-make this, just start melting the chocolate” Lydia said, trying to keep herself calm. You and Stiles both fumbled for the large chocolate bar, taking a piece each before she noticed. You reached over and picked up the first pan you saw in the cupboard, not knowing what the different ones were for. You both broke the pieces up and put them in the pan, you left Stiles to work out the right temperature on the stove. You turned around for second, until you heard Stiles erupt into laughter. “What?” you asked sharply. “ You’ve got two handprints on your bum” he said between laughs. Great you must of got flour on your leggings when you pulled them up earlier. “Is it coming off?” you asked, brushing it. Normally you’d be offended if a guy looked at your bum, but it was Stiles he was practically your brother. “Sure” he lied. “Shit Stiles, the pan’s overflowing!” you shouted, as you both stumbled over to it. This drew Lydia’s attention back over to you both, “You used an egg pan to melt chocolate?” she asked, also shouting. This group cooking project wasn’t going too well. You dipped your finger in the over spilled chocolate, it was a good idea to have a cheeky finger lick in all the commotion. That was until you realised it was scorching hot and you burned your finger. You ran over to the tap, putting your finger under it. “Y/N, you’ll heal in like 4 seconds, come here and help” Stiles demanded, while Lydia wiped the flour from her hands quickly with a tea towel. The scent of burning filled the room, along with the sound of you three shouting at each other. By now you had racked up an audience of bewildered students. “Stiles turn the heat off” you exclaimed, as Lydia wafted away the smoke before the fire alarm went off. Stiles, forgot which way to turn the dial. Resulting in him turning it up and a flame blazing up for a second. Eventually it all died down and the three of you slid down onto the floor. “Well on the bright side, no one got hurt” you said slowly. “Erm guys” Stiles squeaked. You and Lydia turned to look at him and instantly covered your mouths. “Notice anything different?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space above his left eye. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, you were laughing so hard you had to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Half of my eyebrow has been singed off!!” Stiles raised his voice, causing you to laugh even more. “Do the three of you care to explain?” the teacher demanded, rather than asked. “Ermm…no…?” you winced.

The three of you were let out of the principals office just in time for lunch. You’d been let off pretty lightly considering the collateral damage you caused. The only difference was that you had a double detention on Friday instead. You joined your friends on your lunch table, this time Isaac had saved a seat next to him. You sat down and he kissed your cheek, making your blush slightly. “Why aren’t you three eating? And why are you holding your eyebrow?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to know” Lydia said this time, shaking her head. “How’s Boyd holding up, after, you know…” you asked, after noticing he wasn’t at school again. “He’s hurting, but don’t worry about it, he’ll be okay” Isaac said, squeezing your hand. “Derek’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Allison asked. Scott simply nod his head to confirm, while taking a bite out of his sandwich. “ Seriously, why are you holding your eyebrow?” Isaac asked intrigued. “He burnt it off” Lydia said bluntly. “You have to show us” Allison said excitedly. Stiles grumbled before moving his hand slowly, causing you all this time to burst out laughing. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more like a spaz” Isaac claimed. “Well, I think you look smoakin Stiles” Allison grinned. “I know, he’s too hot to handle” Scott added. Lydia was trying so hard to hide her smile, because she was still pretending to be mad. “Cut him some slack, there’s no need to, roast” you said, purposely cringey. “ You guys make me sick” he seethed. You all smiled sarcastically. Isaac fed you a grape and kissed you, before you all went to your final two periods.

When you made it to the last lesson of the day, you were physically and emotionally drained. Werewolf or not, you weren’t prepared for todays antics. You had English class, with Scott, Isaac, Allison and of course the twins. They were on wined up duty, even after the chaotic day you’d all already had. They’d took apart their bikes and were purposely teasing them, which included Isaac getting his own back, getting Aiden suspended. However, while you were all standing outside of the classroom you luckily bumped into your gym teacher who was just walking by. “Y/N, glad I caught you” she said casually, even though you were hiding behind Isaac and she never normally walks to the top floor. You huffed and trudged over to her with your friends childishly sniggering, you turned around to tell them to cut it out, all you got was a kiss blown at you by Isaac . “You skipped another one of my lessons, that is the third time so I’m going to issue you a detention” she said falsely. Three in a day, it couldn’t get any worse. “When is it?” you asked with an eye roll. “This Friday” she answered. “I already have two that day”  you groaned. “Well now you have three” she retort, clicking her pen and walking away with her clipboard of names in check. Yes, it could get worse.

“Stiles, Shut up!” you shouted. He had been annoying you all day. “Could you just ask her please” he plead. “No, and even if I did ask her, she would say no!” you were becoming impatient with him. He had been asking you all day about Lydia, he wanted you to ask if she wanted to go on a date with him, even though she was occupied by Aiden. “Ask her yourself!” you huffed. Luckily you lived opposite ways to him so you could avoid him on the walk home. You were about a block away from your house when you heard someone honking behind you. “You’re fucking kidding me“ you turned around to see Stiles in his jeep. Maybe if you ignored him he would go away, you turned around and began walking. He started to drive beside you. "Y/N!” he started shouting out of his car window. Just then Allison caught up with you. “Why is Stiles so desperate to talk to you?” she asked laughing. She looked at you before realising your eyes had turned gold. “Stiles, Stop, her eyes” she shouted while making sure no one was around. Stiles seemed to ignore her warning and proceeded to aggravate you. “Stiles an out of control werewolf is pretty terrifying, for you anyway” Allison exclaimed. “Right” Stiles said awkwardly, he stopped the car in the middle of the empty road and rushed out. “Just calm down” Allison said anxiously. “Take deep breaths” Stiles said, trying to help. You were breathing heavily and your eyes turned back to their original colour. There was a moment of silence and relief. “Soo… is asking Lydia a definite no or…” Stiles asked. You let out a low growl, as a final warning. He held his hands up to surrender. “Are we still on for the pack pizza party later?” he asked, mainly to break the tension. “Ill be there at seven, eat all of the pizza again before I get there Stiles and I’ll break your arm” you retort, continuing to walk home. “Love you too” he shouted to you. You shook your head smiling, flipping him off from over your shoulder. As much as you hated him, you loved that hyperactive goofball.

You decided to have the get together in Lydia’s house, rather than at Derek’s loft or at yours and Scott’s. You arrived later on because you had to finish your math homework for tomorrow anyway. When you got there, Stiles did actually leave you some pizza for once, your bad luck must of ended, or because you were going to kill him earlier. You sat next to Isaac and he put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Do you want to go back to Scott’s after the film? The others are staying here tonight” he said. “I just need my bed” you answered. He nod and you all got settled for the film. Due to Derek being the guest of honour he got to choose the film, as usual he picked an old action movie that sent most of you to sleep within half an hour, including himself. You forced yourself to stay awake so you could get home in time to have a shower. But as soon as you got back you flopped onto your bed, you couldn’t be bothered to shower, there was always the morning. You did brush your teeth and get changed first though. Isaac was about to turn your bedroom light off when he glanced over to your desk. “Y/N” he said softly. “What?” you asked, waiting to cuddle him. “You’ve erm, you’ve done all the wrong math questions” he said, trying not to laugh. “I. Hate. My. Life.” you whined slowly. This was the worst day you’ve ever had.

I know this was quite long, but I hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end. Requests are open x

We Were Never Friends

Originally posted by prettymysticfalls

How exactly did I end up making hungry eyes at that cocky bastard Isaac Lahey from across the room at Lydia’s Halloween party you may ask. Allow to me to start from the beginning. Get comfortable, we may be here for a while.

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Fraternizing with the Enemy

Pottermore sorted me in Slytherin and I am very satisfied. An early Birthday gift (My birthday’s on the 31st!) 

Also I will be writing twice a week (depends on my schedule, but I’ll make sure to post weekly) and requests may take a while because it depends on when you submitted one. First come, First serve. 

Anyways! Hope you enjoy 😁

Request: Could you do a one shot where you’re best friends with the golden trio and have a crush on Draco even though he’s still a brat. Eventually you and Draco have a secret relationship and Harry, Ron and Hermione catch you kissing and aren’t happy about it?! ^.^


“Has anyone asked you to the ball yet?” Hermione asked, clutching her books to her chest as you walked to Potions class together.

“Not yet” You answered, truthfully. To be honest, you haven’t really thought of the ball until now. It hadn’t really struck as a big deal until every girl in Hogwarts started fussing over dresses and corsages–that includes Hermione. Although no one’s asked her yet but you’re sure Viktor Krum has a thing for your best friend.   

“I don’t understand” Hermione exclaimed once you reach Potions. You had potions with the Slytherins as usual. Gryffindors and Slyhterins are always together during class. A very chaotic mix if you ask me. “You’re one of the most beautiful girls in Hogwarts! You have to have at least 15 admirers by now” 

“I think I might have lost those admirers once those Beuxbatons girls walked in the Great Hall” You pointed out, jokingly as both you took a seat next to each other. Hermione rolled her eyes, opening her potions book to reread the new lesson. It makes you wonder if she does anything other than reading. But then again, it’s Hermione we’re talking about here!

“Apparently, boys like their non-existent bums” Hermione gaped at you before bursting into fits of laughter. You joining in the mix of giggles but you were stopped by the well known Slytherin Prince himself, who was sitting behind you. 

“Having a little girl talk about the ball, are we?” Draco sneered. His arms leaned forward towards you “I’m not surprised no one’s asked you, Mudblood. I would feel bad for you if you weren’t so filthy that it wouldn’t matter” 

You and Hermione turned to face him. Hermione’s face creating a look of disgust. You on the other hand, were lost in his eyes. They were beautiful to look at. The way the blue orbs would stare into yours and you could make out a tint of grey in the vast blue colour. And his lips….oh how you wanted to kiss them. 

Let’s just say that you may or may not have a bit of a crush on Draco Malfoy. 

It was strange that he or any of his friends ever made fun of you. You were Pureblood but they would usually call Pureblooded Gryffindors “Blood Traitors”. 

It took you a few seconds to realize that Draco was staring back at you. It made you blink a couple times, making sure you weren’t hallucinating. Your eyes locked again, as if they were positively and negatively charged magnets that couldn’t be torn apart. 

But Hermione was confused about the situation and decided to cut the tension between you and the blonde slytherin. 

“I would feel bad for the girl your going to the ball with” She fired back “Who would want to go with someone of such low class that they would snoop into other people’s conversations like you, Malfoy”  With this, Draco huffed and leaned back on his seat. Hermione smiled triumphantly as you both turned back around once Professor Snape entered.

Potions was your last class and you were satisfied with today. but you hadn’t noticed that Draco slipped a note for you in your pocket just before you left the dungeons. After you and Hermione left your belongings back in the Gryffindor common room, both of you head out in search for Harry and Ron. You felt something move around in your pocket a bit. Thinking it was nothing, you simply ignored it. Once you found the two boys, you all head to the Great Hall for dinner. You were quite happy at the thought of eating the delicious dishes that will be given out to you. 

But not long after, the note in your pocket started thrashing around. It’s rapid movements making you feel very uncomfortable. What was going on? It was strange having to feel the robe as if it was being pulled. ‘Must be magic’ You thought. Groaning, you stopped dead on your tracks but the robe didn’t cease its thrashing. 

“What the bloody hell is wrong with your robe” Ron asked, his face scrunched up in confusion. You made a couple attempts to make it stop. Such as hitting it but every time you did, it would send a light sting onto your hand. You sighed in defeat as it stung you again.

 You looked towards your friends and shrugged “I left my wand back in the common room. You can go ahead without me” 

“Are you sure” Harry asked, worriedly. You gave him a reassuring smile before you turned to leave. You past multiple students, each giving you weird looks when they saw the way your robes were acting strangely. You did your best not to make it obvious. You were just reaching a set of stairs when your robe’s actions came to an abrupt stop. You examined the material before cautiously placing your hand inside your pocket and pulling out a piece of crumpled up parchment. 

“Evening, (Y/N)” Someone spoke behind you. Surprised, you whipped around to be faced with the blonde haired boy you were staring at during potions. 

“Malfoy?” Draco’s lip curled into a smirk as he approached you. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you really are?” He spoke, quite charmingly. You lightly shook your head causing him to chuckle a bit “Well, you are. Your beauty reminds me of spring” 

You wondered if this is some prank that was going to be pulled on you. You could imagine Crabbe and Goyle hiding in the corner, laughing their brains off. If they had ones at least. Because no way in the world would Draco Malfoy be saying these words to you. 

“Thank you?…” You said, your statement sounding more of a question. Chuckling still, he took more steps toward you but you couldn’t bring yourself to move from your spot. Now your faces were only an inch apart. You sucked in your breath, feeling the way his breath lightly caressed your top lip. 

He moved his hand up and placed in on your cheek “I wonder what your lips would taste like” Wait…what? 

Without hesitation, Draco lunged himself forward, smashing his lips onto yours. It took you a few seconds before you responded by kissing him back. It felt nice kissing him. He slid his hands down to your lower back, pulling you more towards him as one of your hands placed themselves on his neck while the other on the back of his head. After a while, you both pulled away breathless yet still wrapped around each other.  

“Wow…” He breathed making you blush a bit.

“Bloody Hell!” You and Draco pulled apart as you turn to see Harry, Ron and Hermione staring at you in disbelief. You fiddled with your fingers, embarrassed as they continued to gape. 

“Malfoy, what are you doing here?” Hermione snapped. You could hear the glare in her voice without even looking up.

“None of your business, Mudblood” Draco spat, his usual cocky attitude finally coming back. 

“Obviously he was snogging (Y/N)” Harry spoke up, making you look at him as he glared at Draco. 

“How could you put your mouth on…..that!” Ron told you, his voice filled with disgust. 

“It wasn’t really that bad” You admitted, softly. 

“I can’t believe you right now” Hermione said “I’m going back to the common room to get that image out of my head” You cocked your head to the side as she disappeared through the endless amount of stairs, Harry and Ron following close behind. The was not as bad as you thought. 

“Well that was awkward” You mumbled, looking back at Draco and smiled. 

“So is it a yes?” He questioned.

“Huh?” 

“The note” He pointed out. 

Your hand reached inside your pocket again and pulled out the piece of parchment. You carefully opened the crumpled up piece as you read what was written on it. 

‘Would you fancy going to the ball with me?’ ~DM

“You’re an idiot” You laughed, causing him to smile a bit “But I would love to go to the ball with you….” Your arms found their ways to entangle themselves into each other’s bodies once more “and your idiocy” 

“Your friends probably hate you now” He pointed out.

You shrugged, giving his lips a light peck. 

“They’ll get over it.” 

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Niall checks his rearview mirror, smiling at the two sleepy but beaming faces that were sitting in the back of the car. Being a single dad was tough, it was time consuming and hell, it kept him tired. But for his son and daughter, he would do anything for them. Whatever they needed from him, he would do.

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Jokes or Truth: Fred Weasley One Shot {Requested by Anon}

Request: 💕hii! I was wondering if I could have a one shot?? Reader x fred weasly? Could you make it so the reader is best friends with the twins and they’re in like 5th or 6th year and fred flirts with the reader quite a lot but the reader just thinks it’s like jokes, but then the reader and fred get into a heated discussion about it and it ends in fred kissing the reader?? Fluff is pretty cute too! Thank youu ❤️

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“Weasley’s! (Y/L/N)! Get back here now!” Umbridge roared from across the hall, her tiny little heels clinking along the stone floor as she tried running after us.

“This way!” George whispered. We followed him into a dark corridor, hiding from the foul woman. We kept quiet as she walked by, silently laughing at how her hair had gotten messed up along the way.

“She looks like a patty.” Fred giggled, I whacked him on the arm since Umbridge shifted her head towards our direction.

She surprisingly didn’t notice us. She made her way back into the opposite direction.

What are you all looking at?! There’s absolutely nothing to see here!” Her high pitch voice screeched from the distance.

“That was close,” I huffed out.

“Remind me to never pull a bloody prank with you twits again.” I jokingly added in, earning giggles from both of the twins.

“Aw, come on (Y/N), you know you loved it.” Fred teased, nuzzling his chin onto my shoulder as George did the same.

I rolled my eyes and confessed, “Okay, fine. I loved it.” They chuckled as they high fived behind me.

The bell rang all throughout the castle, signaling that it was time for the fifth class of the day.

“Ready for Transfiguration, boys?” I said. They groaned in response.

It wasn’t so bad, Transfiguration. It was the most interesting class in my opinion. The way we had gotten granted about all these lessons and junctions had really gotten me into the way of the wizarding world, and how the simplest things, could help you the most. Also, who would miss up on an opportunity to turn a mouse into a goblet? It’s bloody brilliant if you ask me!

Although, there was something odd about today. While Hermione and I were writing what Professor McGonagall was writing on the board into our notebooks, Fred kept on tapping my shoulder from behind.

“This is the fifth day he’s been doing this.” Hermione groaned out, but quickly becoming quiet as Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

“Probably just him joking around.” I said, earning a nod from Hermione as she continued on working. I turned around to meet Fred’s oddly anxious eyes.

“You alright?” I chuckled.

“Brilliant.” He said.

“Is there any reason of why you keep on tapping me on the shoulder?” I asked, slight annoyance in my voice.

His face turned pale. He froze, and acted as if he had forgotten how to speak.

“I-erm-I j-j-just wanted to say th-that..” He stuttered abnormally.

“Yes?” I said, becoming worried but alert about McGonagall.

“You look very pretty today.” He blurted out. Fred’s cheeks flushed.

“And your bum doesn’t look half bad either…” He trailed off, biting his lip.

I heard a faint chuckle for across the room, that came out of George. He had gotten stared down by McGonagall, and immediately started scribbling on his parchment.

I scoffed and said, “Okay Fred, okay.” a tone of sarcasm was fresh into my voice. Fred and George always joke around, especially with me. Their attempt (or in this case, Fred’s) at flirting wasn’t anything knew at all. Although, there was something there that added to that mix.

I’ve been in love with Fred ever since our second year. The way he laughs and jokes around always caught my eye. His smile was the most precious gem to me, and the absolute medicine for a bad day. He made me feel special. It’s our sixth year now. and my feelings haven’t deceased one bit. He’d always get cuddly with me, in a best friends perspective, and I’d always secretly love it. The warmness from him always soothed me in the most gracious way possible. I couldn’t resist him. I am in love with Fred Weasley.

And I’m proud.

Throughout the years, my close friend, whose also Fred and George’s brother, Ron, always jokes around and tells me that Fred likes me back. I don’t ever believe such statements like that. As much as I loved and trusted the Weasley boys, I couldn’t exactly trust them on such a thing as crushes. I would always think that they’re joking around, but deep down inside, I try so hard not to believe them as much as I want to.

It hurts me inside to know that Fred might not like me back. I’m always worried that if I tell him, our friendship would be tarnished. I couldn’t risk a friendship like ours being gone. I would be lost, and I wouldn’t know how to make my way back.

Good thing Hermione and I plan night’s at the library and discuss the latest literature in the world in the moment. Having a best friend like her was I could ask for, and she made me feel original and I loved her for that.

I treated the rest of the day as any other one. Eat, go to class, joke around with friends, eat again, go to class again, eat again, chill in the common room, joke around with friends again, and sleep. Pretty good day, am I right?

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and I were all sitting in the common room. We were discussing about the new hat Malfoy’s father had ordered him to wear for his birthday. We were laughing hysterically as we shared stories about the hat, and made theories about why he had to wear it so suddenly.

“Did you see the point at the top? He looks like a bloody ballerina!” Ron said, laughing so hard that he was clutching his stomach. Hermione giggled quite a bit, with a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“Ron, remember today during Charms? Draco’s hat had grown so large, from a malfunction in his bloody wand!” Harry laughed out, causing Ronald to desperately gasp for air.

“And he says our wands aren’t "properly furnished” “ I said, laughing just as hard as Ron, followed by the loud laughs from everyone else.

"You’re brilliant (Y/N).” George said, his laughter keeping him from breathing. Ron gave me a high five as the grin on his face grew wider.

“Extremely brilliant.” Fred said. His eyes were drawn deeply into mine. I bit my lip as his hand gripped mine.

The laughs from the others soon died down, and turned into an awkward silence.

Harry faked sighed, and said, “Well I’m gonna go sleep now, you know, early Quidditch practice tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go with Harry, have to serve an early detention with Filch tomorrow.” Ron quickly said, scurrying to his feet as Hermione opened her mouth.

“Y-Yeah, I-erm- I’m tired as well. G-Goodnight.” She said, quickly walking away and rushing up the stairs to the dormitory.

She wasn’t always the best liar.

This only left George, myself, and Fred alone in the common room as the fire blazed warmth across the area.

“Well, good luck you two!” George teased,
running up the stone steps before Fred and I could say anything.

“Bloody twit, he’ll pay for that…” Fred trailed off under his breath.

Silence fell upon the both of us. Our gazes were on the carpet below our feet, awkwardly rummaging our bodies every now and then. The only sound in the room was the clock ticking across from us.

“Do you like me?” I blurted out. I slapped my hand to my mouth as my eyes went wide as I realized what I just let slip out of my mouth. I then let out a painful moan at the unexpected slap I just gave myself.

“What?” Fred chuckled out.

“Do you-erm-like me?” I asked, my hands in my lap this time. My eyes met him as I anticipated his answer. He sunk his face into his hands. I knew the answer. My heart split in half.

“Fred, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a very long time. I like you. Fuck it, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you ever since our second year here. I love your eyes, and the way they glisten in the early morning hours and the night. Your smile has given me the light that I never knew existed. There are so many more things that I love about you, but, I’m very terrified to tell you. I feel as if I tell you, our friendship will be tarnished. If that happens, my whole world will come tumbling down. I would be dead. I wouldn’t know what to do. I just want you to know. I’ve been keeping this in for a long time and I just wanted to let it out. It’s okay if you don’t want to be friends anymo-”

I was interrupted my a pair of lips crashing onto mine. My eyes met the sight of Fred, with his face pressed up against mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his sweet lips on mine. I was surprised. My mind couldn’t really fathom if this moment was real or not. I didn’t care. I don’t care if this is what I’m really feeling, or in just seconds I’ll be woken up by Hermione, and dreadfully getting ready for the day ahead of me.

But I didn’t.

This was real. This was happening. I couldn’t be anymore happy.

Our sweet lips moved in synch. His hands were wrapped around my waist as my arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. This was the best feeling I’ve gotten in a lifetime.

His hand went up to cup my cheek, and pulled my face closer as I smiled into the kiss more, earning a grin from him.

Our lips parted.

"I like you too.” He said.

“Wait, no, I love you.” Fred smiled. He pressed a soft kiss onto my forehead as he pulled me into a hug.

Finally! It took you two long enough!”

tenshi-nara  asked:

Hi there! Real quick question, I'm having trouble discovering what exactly it is that God wants me to do with my life, and I was just wondering how you came to figure out what he wanted you to do with yours. Thanks and God-Bless!

Hey! I think this is a question quite a lot of people (probably everyone on the planet) wonders: What am I supposed to do?

I can definitely tell you my experience. My strategy was to always look for the biggest talent I had and assume that’s what I was supposed to do with my life.

I thought for the first many years of my life that I was going to be a comedian (no joke) because I was the child that read the comic strips faithfully. My brain was pretty quick with puns and I annoyed my fair share of friends and adults.  

At 15 I realized that I was more musically talented than I was humorous. I decided I was going to own a musical instruments storefront and teach lessons there too. 

So I went off to college, then off to college, then off to college looking to increase my music skills so I could fulfill the call of God on my life. 

By that I mean… Well… it’s a complicated story.

I took 2 music theory courses at a community college when I was 15. I got highschool and college credit and I would advise anyone with that opportunity to go for it. I took some accounting classes as well because everyone could use a little business experience right? I also took ASL there because I hated learning spanish.

At 18 I applied and was nearly accepted (pending audition) to one of the best music programs in the country. The truth is that my performance skills were just ok. Not amazing. I had had 9 piano teachers that each had taught me a different style of piano, and a different way of looking at music. The reason for the large number of teachers was mostly involving my parents helping different pastors plant churches in different cities.

I could play 6 or 7 different instruments, and I knew how music fit together, but my proficiency and technique were paltry in comparison to those that focused on one style on one instrument and those that took the straight-classical route all the way through childhood. 

With about four months before the audition for the music program I looked at the piano requirements and realized that there was not enough time. 

So I said to myself: Self, this is the call of God on your life! You’re supposed to get a music education and business degree so that you can open a storefront and nothing should get in your way. 

I asked people what was the path of least resistance to get into the music program, and I was told that vocal performance was easier to swing. Besides a few musicals I had never done anything worth noting with my voice so I took 4 month of private voice lessons from folks in the vocal performance at the college. 

Everything going great right? Well, I’ve found that one usually has a lot of doors slammed in their face when they aren’t on the right path. In fact, as the months went on my energy and drive got totally sapped away. I hated signing Italian love songs and ballads about the moon from the 60’s. I felt like a swindler or something, auditioning into the vocal performance section when my goals for life had nothing to do with voice. 

Anyways, I was totally without excitement and falling badly behind on my goals of vocal excellence and pulling my hair out with the stress of the audition and decided to quit that plan altogether a week or two before the audition. I made a last minute decision to go to a Christian school 9 hours away and study music business. Because of my training I ended up getting a $2000 music scholarship (the maximum available) for showing up and singing a Casting Crowns song and doing some sight reading (which I totally botched).

There was a bunch of other really crazy blessings once I got there and I was filled with hope because it was obvious that I couldn’t take credit for any of this good fortune. I must be in the will of God!

So the first semester was awesome. Until we had some problems with money and I had to come home. 

Totally bummed out I came home and began taking classes online. Music arranging, recording, styles, whatever I could. 

I had obviously done something wrong because now I had this big call and no way to fulfill it. 

Until.

My parents planted a church in a small town of 8000. This was the first church that my father was actually the pastor, and we had no worship team. My two younger brothers and I filled in with one or two other singers but it wasn’t a “full team." 

We looked around the church for people to join and saw what we had. We had 5 junior high school students that each could play something a little bit, but hadn’t ever really played with a group. 

I worked with them 5 hours a week for a whole summer and afterwards the 5 students led a worship night by themselves of 10 songs. They began filling in at the church and the problem was solved. 

They asked to begin the worship team training again in the fall and we added another student to the group. The following spring we added two more from two different churches. 

Five years later I’m teaching 40 students from 18 different churches each semester how to use their gifts and talents for the local church. Our group called WorshipArts teaches worship teams, drama, preaching, video production, photography, and dance, all with the aim of filling every need that local churches have. We’re hosting 3 summer camps next month. During the days I teach private worship music lessons to Christian students in piano, guitar, drums, bass and voice.

As I look back every point in my life prepared me for this calling. Just one skill mastered wouldn’t have gotten the job done. He taught me through my parent’s church planting, my accounting classes, my American Sign Language, my 9 piano teachers, my stressed out voice lessons, my music business course in the far off college, even my musicals from high school. All of it was used by God to mold me into who I am today. 

The gifts and talents that you have right now can usually give you a general idea of what God wants you to do, but don’t set yourself on a path so stiffly that you can’t turn when God directs.

He’s got something so amazing in store for you that you would probably be petrified with fear if He told it all to you this instant. 

Trust that He’s going to take care of you one day at a time. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just be watching for Him to shine a light on the next step.

Awed - 6 :M:F:A:

BTS - V (Taehyung) series
Warnings : Contains mature content, also slang words.
Genre : Angst,fluff,smut, all mixed up XD
 


You haven’t doubted Taehyung’s intentions till today until your mother was acting all suspicious. She asked you if there was something going on between you and him. Thinking you might have got caught was something that worried you. But she was beaming happily when you just tried to ignore her and your cheeks flushing red. ‘So he really got you, I was worried if he’d be able to impress you’ was the words made your mind run and start thinking what she really meat with that.

 No doubt you had fallen for him, but you guys weren’t even official. Just saying you’re his or you were his starting the time he entered this house didn’t really sort it all.

Was he only using you for his sexual pleasure? His toy till he was here?
but if you guys were a fling then why does he get so jealous when some other male is near you?

“Thinking about me midget?” your daydream was interrupted by his deep voice. You could feel his breath near your earlobe.
“You wish” you mocked and started to get up trying to get good distance between you two, but instantly falling on your bum.

“I guess I have a new nick for you Miss. Clumsy” he let out a chuckle.
He looked so unreal. How can he con me?

“I needed your help by the way. Regarding the college stuff.” He said giving you a hand.

Oh right. He owned your college now. That came as a shock to his friends as well as all the people who had known him for pretty long. His aura was changing. But you were proud that your father’s faith on him didn’t go in vain.

“Go ahead.”

“What do you think regarding the changes the college needs. Any teachers you think are not doing their job right because you know some one of them harass the girls at times. Bullying and that stuff. Let me know your views please” he said going through the books in your library.

“Some of the classrooms need new benches, Seriously. My teachers..uhn- all are good- yea! And uhn- as for bullying I haven’t seen anyone if I do ill you know or I would have already informed the teachers. What else? In other stuff, uhn- students having sex in the classroom or janitors room? Plent-“

“Oh god. Midget. Seriously?” he was amused and smiling like mad making his way to you. “Put a break. Give a rest to those lips will you?” he whispered sliding his thumb over you lower lip.
“Why did you hesitate while speaking about your teachers? If they all are okay, then why did you stutter?”

“uhn- I was thinking about others as you know like are not my ..uhn- like I don’t attend their lectur-“ his lips softly fitting on yours, interrupting your explanation. Biting your bottom lip, he pulled away.

“Don’t worry. Ill sort it. Thanks”

You couldn’t tell him how your marketing finance teacher had tried to harass you. He had stopped doing so after your warning but still at times you could feel his eyes on you during lecture making you feel uncomfortable. What scared you more was taehyung’s reaction to this.
………………………………………………………………….

 “Hey (Y/N)! Mr. secretive didn’t tag along with you?” Jungkook made his way to you sliding an arm over your shoulder.

“Well.. hello there and who the hell is Mr. secretive now?” you questioned.

“None other than our  KIM Taehyung” he rolled his eyes.

“Why would he?”

“Meeting in here. Plus you guys stay together so I thought he’d tag along and get company.” He explained

“Nope.”

“What is all that for?” Jungkook said eyeing the extra table and chair places at the back in the classroom with water.

“Class. Get settled quickly.” The teacher made his way in a hurry and placed all his stuff neatly on the desk. “So now our new president will be here for the class evaluation. Save my ass you all please. I’ll ask the simplest thing possible try and utter something. If even not that please behave.
“Yes sir” everyone replied in unison.

“Well then the teachers who kinda go too overboard on the girls are going to get caught this time.” Jungkook whispered “ Tae got sharp eyes. He is damn smart”

You wanted to be happy that the teachers are going to learn their lesson but somewhere you feared if Taehyung knew that you were one of the victims, not only he would punish the teachers but you would be in them too. The punishment you always received when he was disappointed.

The first two lectures went good. But you knew the next lecturer was risky. And Taehyung kept glancing more at you and Jungkook rather than keeping an eye all over the place.

“Class I hope you guys have completed the assignment I handed to you a week before. The ones without them are going to be punished by tae today. Hehe . Wont they?” your sir asked his head in Taehyung’s direction.

“I am not a teacher and its Mr.Kim” Taehyung answered with a straight cold face.
Such a change in behaviour. What is he?

“See that? That’s our Taehyung. Changes like a chameleon according to situations” Jungkook whispered in your ear.

“(Y/N).. Oh you’re a good student of mine! Assignment cutie?” Your teacher surprised you as he stood so close.

“Ye-es sir- “you stuttered a bit while removing your assignment. “Here sir”

“Hmm… Nice presentation.” He said going through the file. “You see this sentence isn’t appropriate here.” Your teacher was pointing out your mistakes and leaning too close for your liking. Taehyung just watched from afar his knuckles turning blue as he clutched them hard together.

“Mr. OH. Dismiss the class and I hope to see you in my office in 10 minutes” Taehyung said rushing out of the class in anger.

“He is dead meat” Jungkook said while relaxing in his seat with a loud exhale. “It’s going to be lunch-break soon. Ah! I am so hungry.”

“When are Tae’s parents going to return back? Any idea?” you asked Jungkook while munching on your nachos.

“He was saying a week or two maximum. His dad got business to do man” He replied “Why tired of him?” he raise his eyebrow at you.

“No. Just casually asking.” you muttered.

You excused yourself from Jungkook, making your way to the wash room only to be pulled in the store room. 

“Having fun princess?” his deep voice making you shiver knowing what was coming.

“Let me go I got class to attend” you tried to free yourself from his grip.

“Disobedient as always. You know how disappointed daddy is. I doubted you yesterday only.” He whispered in your ears crushing your body between him and the wall.

“I did-“

“Don’t you trust me baby?” he asked staring deep in you eyes.

“I do bu-“ you were cut off again

“Then why didn’t you tell me? not only you but the other girls suffer too.”

“Soo-“

“That won’t do baby girl.” He stepped back a bit releasing his tight grip on you. “Also how close are you and Jungkook? Are you sure you haven’t fucked him yet?”

“Tae its seriously not as you thi-“

He suddenly made you drop on your knees, pulling your hair making you face him “Show daddy much sorry you are and it’s not what he thinks it is. Convince me”
Was he serious? In the store while the bell was going to ring any time soon and you could get caught for bunking your class. More worse giving a blowjob to your new college President. 

Without saying another single word, you obeyed him. Unbuckling his belt following to unzip his pants sliding it down. Not wasting any time, you slid his boxers down taking his cock in your hands starting to pump it at a slow pace. You licked your lips, eyes staring into his making him hiss. As the pre cum started to ooze out you cleaned it tracing your tongue over the tip.
“Are you trying to convince me or make me fuck you hard against this wall bab-“

You cut him off by taking him whole in your mouth. Picking up a quick pace you bobbled your head up and down making his lips release deep groans which turned you on. Your hand started to massage his balls slowly. By now his moans increased while a series of curses left his mouth.
When you felt him twitch inside , you deep throated him which instantly made him lose control and release into your mouth.
“Fuck baby- “he said making you stand and connecting his lips to yours.
“Do you know how sexy you looked sucking me off?” he murmured between the kiss.

“Hmm-“ you pulled him close by sliding your arms around his neck.

He squeezed your butt making you gasp, taking the opportunity he slid his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth.

You were breathless when he pulled away connecting his forehead to yours.
“(Y/N)…” his voice deep and serious.

“ye-s”

“I love you” he said pecking your nose. “Do you trust me baby?”
What was he? His first time saying he loved you.

“Tell me. Do you love me? Promise me you’ll never leave me, no matter what” he stared deep in your eyes searching for an answer.

“I love you too. I trust you. I’ll never leave your side.” You replied burying your face in his chest.

 He pulled away quickly dressing up and left the room planting a kiss to your forehead whispering ‘You’re mine. Only mine’ leaving you wondering if you had made the right decision by trusting him. Promising him that you’ll never leave his side. No matter what.

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