hp headcanon where a muggleborn hufflepuff sings “is this the real life? is this just fantasy?” under their breath because the song’s been stuck in their head for days, and then another muggleborn from across the table hears it and sings “caught in a landslide, no escape from reality” a little louder. now more than five muggleborn hufflepuffs turns their head to them and then they grin and sing “open your eyes, look up to the skies and seeeee”, their voices gradually getting louder, so now their whole table are listening and wondering wtf is going on. and on the ravenclaw table, a muggleborn hears them and then suddenly sings “i’m just a poor boy” a little too loud, causing heads to turn. buttheir muggleborn best friend beside them saves them and continues “i need no sympathy” just as loud, attracting more muggleborns. and then the hufflepuff + ravenclaw muggleborns all sing “because i’m easy come, easy go”, now catching everyone’s attention, even the professors and dumbledore himself.then enter the muggleborn gryffindors catching up to what the hell is going on and a 6th year gryffindor suddenly sings “little high, little low” and then hufflepuff + ravenclaw + gryffindor muggleborns are singing “anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to meeeeee” and then their voices grew louder when it came to the “mama, just killed a man” part and basically every muggleborn is singing along but then a confused slytherin shouts “what the bloody hell is going on?” since no one in their table seems to get what the actual fuck is going on (well, at least the purebloods didn’t). they stop singing, and a group of muggleborns in the gryffindor table were the last ones to realize that they were the only people left singing, so they stop too. there was a very awkward silence for a minute, someone mutters something along the lines of “we were singing a muggle song”. every muggleborn who was just singing two minutes ago frowned, suddenly feeling bummed that all fun was ended.
but wait- a muggleborn slytherin saves the day.
quietly singing “put a gun against his head,” paused, and then sang “pulled my trigger, now he’s dead” louder. because of the silence everyone heard the 3rd year slytherin perfectly. so now they were singing again. “mama, life had just begun, but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away” sings the ravenclaw + hufflepuff + gryffindor kids. the part “mama, oooooooh” got every muggleborn singing, yes, even the hesitant slytherins.
and a ravenclaw kid charms a wall to show the lyrics. at first every pureblood’s like “oh come one wtf is this shit again” but then they realize that these were the lyrics so a few purebloods from each house join the singing and then in front you see dumbledore and mcgonagall swaying/dancing and hagrid and the others humming with the kids, all of them not being able to stop their smiles. and now everybody’s belting the lyrics (even purebloods) and the muggleborns are just having the time of their life, headbanging along while they all sing.
╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently.
(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)
The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.
Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.
“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.
“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator
He does- Jonas is quick witted and intelligent. He loves films and art and Even has the most interesting conversations with Jonas when they’re both high off their ass. Even more interesting ones when they aren’t.
He means, yeah sure, every now and then they butt heads when it comes to Isak because they both love him dearly in their own ways, but at the end of the day; they are always willing to laugh it off into a can of beer.
So they’re chill. Even likes Jonas.
But at this moment, Even wants to break the curly headed fuck’s neck.
“Let’s take marriage for instance,” Jonas says, sipping a can of beer and gesturing wildly to both the other boys in their squad and the girls, “It’s nothing but a capitalistic invention. People throw these huge ceremonies and spend millions of dollars on bullshit like valentine’s day cards and wedding receptions. I mean really– marriage is obsolete in this day and age. What the fuck is a piece of paper going to tell you? Completely unnecessary.”
Even clenches his jaw, because Isak is nodding in his hesitant way, looking interested in the topic. Slowly being convinced maybe.
That just won’t do. Because Even has a ring in his pocket that he’s been carrying around for ages and tonight was supposed to be the night that he was going to drop down on his legs and ask the fucking question.
But fucking Jonas is messing shit up.
“I don’t think it’s obsolete,” Even says through gritted teeth, “Standing up in front of you family and friends and promising yourself to the one person in the world you can’t live without.”
Jonas snorts, “One person you can’t live without? Should we talk about divorce rates?”
Sana, bless her, must notice that Even is about to blow a gasket and maybe jump Jonas in the not at all fun way. She clears he throat and changes the subject easily enough.
But Even glares at him steadily. Clearly boldly enough that Isak gives him a bizarre look and a nudge
Sorry baby, Even thinks, I know he’s your best friend, but I’ll kill him if he affects how you see us.
Jonas stands up and stretches after a minute, pecking Eva’s head in the process. “I’m going to grab some chips.”
His chance. Even stands up, “I’ll help you.”
“Oh no, it’s alright I’m just-”
Even narrows his eyes, “I’ll help you.”
So the kitchen is awkward because Jonas can’t figure out why Even is laser beam staring and him and Even is just crossing his arms and glaring.
“Did I… do something?”
“You’ve gotta stop with this no marriage shit,” Even whispers, moving closer and giving the entrance to the kitchen a surreptitious glance, “You’re killing me, Jonas. Like actually killing me.”
Jonas raises his eyebrows, “What the fuck? Why?”
Even sighs through his nose, “Because I have a fucking ring in my pocket that I’m planning on proposing with in approximately 45 minutes, you shit.”
Jonas’s eyes go wide, “No way! You and Isak are getting married? That’s fucking awesome!”
Even throws his arms up and hisses, “Yeah, it’s awesome. But it’s going to be less awesome when Isak decides suddenly that marriage is a capitalistic trap!”
Jonas winces, “Okay I see your point. Sorry man, I didn’t know.”
Even lets out a breath. At least he was being reasonable. “It’s chill… just cool it a bit until after.”
Noora’s high pitched voice, “Everything okay in there? Where are the chips?”
Jonas pats Even on the back and grins, “This is fucking awesome. Married. Isak is so gonna ask me to be his best man.” And then louder, “We’re coming out now. Couldn’t find them!”
Jonas and Even settle back into the respective seats. There was a brief lull of silence before Jonas cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had a change of heart. Everyone should get married. Marriage is the fucking best.”
When we first met, you and I, you asked me a question,” he said.
“Yes, I did,” she replied with a slight smirk appearing on her face.
“We were at a party. I was throwing up in the bathroom and you stumbled in, drunk and quite crazy looking. You asked me what the point of it all was. You said everything hurt. That everything always got messed up, and it was usually your fault. You were crying, hard, and you looked at me and asked me what the point was. And I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t know. I still don’t know.”
She let out a small laugh and bumped his leg with her knee. She took a deep breath and spoke.
“You see, when we first met, I was heartbroken. I just got dumped, my mom hated me, I thought I had no one. I didn’t see the point of living, of doing anything anymore,” she told him quietly.
“Well what about now?” he questioned.
“Well now,” she spoke again, louder this time, “now I’m happy. I have you, my best friend. My mom doesn’t hate me. I haven’t fucked anything up in a while. But it won’t stay like this forever. Because I’m going to mess up again and you’ll hate me and I’ll hate you and then we’ll love each other. Maybe we’ll end up together in the long run or maybe I’ll end up wishing you would drop off of the planet. What I’m trying to say is, nothing is permanent. You won’t be happy forever but you also won’t be sad forever. Things are always changing, and you can’t stop them from doing so. The point is, that there is no point. So live however the hell you want to. We’re all destined to the same inevitable ending.
“Dammit Arch!” You cried out in frustration, “You’re screwing your teacher, which I’m pretty sure is illegal and probably pedophilloic. You’ve got this perfectly nice and sweet girl pining after and you don’t even have the heart to sit down and actually talk to her, and now you’re going after another girl? And to top it all of you’re being a total arsehole to your best friend!”
"Thank you!” Jughead said pointedly.
"Um, Well when you put it like that…” Archie muttered and shifted quietly. You groaned.
“No. Not when you put it like that. When you put it any way! What you’re doing is immoral and hurting people other than you! A kid was murdered and you even considered with holding information from the police because you want an affair with Ms Grundy to keep going on? The hell are you thinking?” Archie looked away, avoiding your and Jughead’s angry glares.
“I swear it’s not like that.” He said louder now. “You guys don’t understand!” He cried, “Betty, Veronica and Ms Grundy are-” He was cut off by you sending a sharp slap to his freckled face.
“Oh shit!” Jughead took a step back.
“Archie Andrew, you listen to me.” You growled and Archie was actually a little scared. “You aren’t in your fifth grade emo phase anymore, and quite frankly, you’re being a dick. Now get up off your ass and do something about it.” Archie’s hand flew to his cheek where it had already grown red and said nothing, but simply nodded.
“We should’ve done that from the start.” Commented Jughead and you rolled your eyes.
“Where are you?” You asked through the phone, slightly worried but immensely irritated. “It’s our first homecoming, together. You were supposed to be here already!”
“I know, I know,” you heard him sigh through the phone, and you thought you could hear some kind of noise in the background. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I promise.”
You sighed now, louder than he did, and you were sure the displeasure on your face was obvious to the classmates around you. “Okay,” you said before hanging up the phone and shoving it in your coat.
You made your way to your locker to put your coat away, and you walked slowly to waste time before he got here. You knew what he had to do was crucial, but it was his homecoming too. And, even though it was insignificant in terms of what he was doing, it was your first homecoming as a couple.
You wanted it to be special. But he was late, so late.
When you arrived back to the gym, you smiled when you saw Michelle standing by herself in a corner, looking around the room in mild disgust. “MJ!” You yelled, walking up to her and throwing your arms out for a hug.
“Hi,” she said, wrapping her arms around you. She pulled away quickly, looking at your outfit. “You look nice.”
“Thanks,” you said, still smiling. You looked down at your own outfit before looking at hers. “So do you.”
She nodded in recognition, looking away from you and around the gym. “Where is everyone?”
You sighed, beginning to frown. “I have no idea.” You looked at the school doors, waiting for him to walk through and give you a large smile. But he didn’t, so you looked back at Michelle. The two of you chatted, and at some point, made your way over to the punch table.
“So the author said-”
“I’m here, I’m here!” A panicked voice interrupted Michelle and the two of you turned around.
You smiled brightly, reaching in to hug him immediately. “Hey, Ned!” You exclaimed as he put his arms around you as well. When you pulled back, you adjusted the crooked hat on his head. “I like your hat.”
“Thanks,” he smiled in response, and then looked over at Michelle. He smiled shyly then, more subdued than when he looked at you, and you saw her give him the same look. You smiled slyly as you watched them hug, and when you gave Michelle a wink, she glared at you.
You excused yourself quickly when they parted, and the alarmed look on both of their faces made you laugh as you walked away. You hoped the privacy you gave them would finally lead to something more.
You roamed around the gym, not quite knowing what to do with yourself. You made your way through the gym doors to make your way to your locker, and you felt a strange feeling come over you when you remembered you doing the same thing exactly a year ago.
You smiled, nostalgic, as you thought of the night Peter had told you he was Spiderman. It felt like centuries ago, not just a year. So much had happened since then. It was like nothing in your life was the same.
You arrived at your locker, and you quickly unlocked it and pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket. You sighed when you opened it to see no messages or calls. You shoved it back in and slammed your locker shut in irritation, the sound echoing through the empty hallways of the school.
You leaned your head against it afterwards, the cold, hard texture feeling so vastly different compared to when you had leant your head against Peter’s, so many months ago.
You didn’t know why you were feeling so disappointed. It was just homecoming. It was just a school dance. It didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter.
But he promised, he promised, he said he would be there. He had kept his promise when it was most important; he could keep it again now. He had to.
It was your night to make good memories, good memories with him. And maybe it wasn’t prom, but it was still an important night. You still wanted it to be a night to remember. But maybe it wasn’t meant to be, and maybe—
“(Y/N),” you heard from behind you. It was a soft, breathy noise, and you recognized it immediately. You whipped around, nearly falling over in the process. The smile that graced your face when you saw him was the largest it had ever been, and the smile he gave you in return was just as blinding.
“Peter,” you said in return, just as soft. He was only a few feet away from you, but it felt like too much of a distance, so you rushed forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms closed around your waist, and he held you close to him, with your face nestled in his neck and his head resting against yours. “You’re here,” you whispered into his neck.
“I promised,” he said in return, his arms tightening around you. “I always keep my promises.”
“You do,” you said, smiling, and you pulled back slightly to look at him.
He was clearly out of breath. He was trying to hold his panting back from being obvious, but you knew him better than anyone else. You laughed when you saw that he realized you could notice, and he laughed lightly, too. You let go of him to fix his tie, retying it for him when you noticed it was loosely put together.
“You’re a mess,” you chuckled, patting his chest after you adjusted his tie. He caught your hand with his, interlocking his fingers with yours. You looked up into his eyes to see him staring at you intently. “What?” You asked, confused.
“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said quietly, and lifted your connected hands to press a small kiss to yours. You felt your face grow warm as he did so. He had done it so many times before, and you should’ve been used to it already, but every time he left a lingering kiss on your hand, like something a prince would do to his betrothed, you couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your cheeks.
It made you feel special, and it made you love him even more.
“Of course,” you said, a smile on your face and a blush on your cheeks. “I may have been a bit impatient, but-”
“No,” Peter cut you off, shaking his head, and you looked at him with a confused expression. “Not just tonight,” he said. “It’s all the time. I always keep you waiting for me, and I never show up when I say I will, but you wait for me anyways. You’re always there for me, and you say you don’t mind but I know you do,” he gave you a pointed look when you opened your mouth to object.
“Anyone would mind,” he continued, reaching his other hand up to hold your cheek. “I understand that. But you never leave,” he looked at you so intently, his gaze burning into you so deeply that you couldn’t help but lean closer to him as his thumb stroked your cheek. “And just- thank you. Thank you for always staying with me,” he was whispering now, and he started leaning closer to you too.
When you were sure he was done speaking, you only whispered a soft “I love you” before reaching up and kissing him. You felt him sigh against your lips, a happy, content sigh, and you began to smile into the kiss. He began to smile as well, but that didn’t stop the two of you. So you stood there, in the empty school hallway, embracing the love of your life.
You were happy, and you knew Peter was, too.
********************************* So I guess that’s it?? It’s been a wild ride, my dudes, and thank you for all the support I have received because of this story. I hope everyone liked this final part. Peace out, and I’ll be back with more writing for you guys.
A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware.
Walking down a dim street with the few people clearing out of work, you can hear far away chatter and music from bars, the feeling of being alive and human is so prominent you feel like dancing in the street, in the silence and far away background noise.
Laying on a picnic blanket with a pet of some sort, watching the stars twinkle above, hearing the crickets all around you the way the trees are softly blowing, there is not a care in the world in your body at that moment.
Eating ice cream at a 24 hour burger joint, watching the few people trickle in and out, the heaviness of night upon you, a flickering light across from you and the sweet giggles of a couple next to you, you've never felt happier sitting outside eating ice cream.
At the beach, your feet dip in the sand and the stars lighting the world up, you can hear the ocean so clearly as though it got louder for you, every now and then it brushes against your toes and leaving you warm and content in this world.
Out with friends, standing outside of a club or a party, with the streets bright with lamps and the folk around outside drinking and talking loudly, the music indoors trickles out and the fresh cool air feels soft and sweet, and you feel entirely at ease.
Perched on a rooftop with the wind blowing your hair everywhere and the coolness of night taking your whole body over, you can hear a wolf howling in the distance, but otherwise the world is silent and for once you feel so quiet and peaceful.
On a boat with a lover and the water is still and the moon is bright and heavy over you, you feel dewy and new and the air is moist and yet cold, you can smell the last rain and the world feels so clear and beautiful.
Laying in the middle of an empty road, music buzzing around somewhere far off and your eyes glued to the deep blue sky, feeling the hard ground below and the chill in your body from the delight of being out in the night, immersed in the sky.
Sitting on a patio with a friend, wrapped in a giant blanket swapping crazy stories back and forth and feeling the warmth in the pit of your stomach from friendship, the moon lighting your faces and giving you the feel of eerie peace.
Sitting in a soft chair letting the moon light your face, feeling the relaxation of not doing anything, the sweet crisp air coming in from your open window and the absolute peace that flows through your body.
Drawing with glow in the dark chalk, on the middle of an empty road, creating a masterpiece for the world to see, humming along with crickets in the bushes and feel ease and comfort and loving to have a little time alone, and not caring a bit about what the rest of the world is doing.
Snuggled in bed with a giant pillow and unable to sleep because the moon is so wide and bright and your eyes are glued to it, the beautiful stars winking at you and the happy feeling of being included in the night, of almost being a part of the skies show. The dancing stars and the glowing moon, and there you are included in it all.
And now I understand your thoughts, like why you always worried about me. I haven’t quite kicked my habits and it’s slowly killing me. Would you like to hear the bright news? I got a few good habits from you. I read more often now. Sometimes I hate it though, it reminds me of you. Isn’t that why we do anything? There’s something inside of us pushing to get out. I’ve been clawing my way out of an internal hell. I think I’ve killed myself a few times to forget your smile, but then I remember that at one point you were all that I had– happiness and love is such a sore subject, it’s also so temporary. Sometimes when I yell at people, I can hear you cry. So when I get upset, I just turn the music a little louder. I take walks now. I enjoy the loudness of this silence between us, it’s bittersweet. I haven’t gotten around to getting rid of our things, it’s a line that I can’t cut. I guess in a way, I’m still messed up. You know, I ask for forgiveness, but I’ll never understand why I do the things that I do. I’ll never understand why I am the way I am. I talk a big game, I tell my friends to accept themselves, but I still fucking hate myself. I’m just a little lost and sometimes I wish that I didn’t take you for granted. I wish that you weren’t just a memory. I wish that you were next to me. Sometimes maybe we’ll just talk things out without the anger, or sleep together without the sex. Sometimes I wish the broken didn’t crave the broken. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to break out a new poem just to hear your voice. Sometimes I’m a little lost and tonight is just one of those nights. I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry.
Description: Yoongi gets a surprise when he thought he had the apartment all to himself.
Anonymous requested: Voyeurism with Yoongi was supposed to be a drabble but turned into this…
Warnings: Spanking, masturbation
A/N: I…. have no words to explain myself here… This is the first part to Yoongi’s birthday scenario so…. There will be a concluding part posted on his bday ^^ Do I dare tag @ellieljade because she coaxed me to post this tbh….