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Door Struggles

Critters asked: How many cumulative hours has Vox Machina fought with doors on stream?

It’s impossible to say in in-game time because some of it wasn’t measured in neat 6-second rounds. We can, however, measure real life time! For this (and for fun), we decided to include some barriers and portals that functioned as doors as well. We didn’t include doors that didn’t pose a threat to Vox Machina. Updated to Episode 85.

Time Spent Dealing With Doors and Barriers: 4:11:13

Thanks to icecream-s-coops, @JacobSBrowning, @_miss_maria_, Monique S., and our past volunteers for their work compiling this list!

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Okay, so one of Sarah Shepard’s biggest fears is that her helmet comms hadn’t gone out over Alchera and that the rest of the crew had listened to her die. Her gasps for air as her suit depressurized, her struggles as she tried in vain to plug the leaks in the hoses, her little sounds of fear before it finally went quiet. I was just thinking of how the team would react to hearing that, and her receiver had been damaged, so they could hear her, but she couldn’t hear them.

Kaidan: Doesn’t understand what he’s hearing at first, he saw the pod in the cockpit deploy, she had have been on board. Fear and panic grips his chest when he finally understands. He tries calling to her, but there’s no answer, just her choking gasps for air, tears run down his face as he tries to comfort her, but she can’t hear him. He’s listening to his friend (or lover) die and there’s nothing he can do about it. He shouldn’t have left her, should have gone with her to get Joker, maybe then she would have made it. He calls her name into the silence a long time after the noises stop until he can’t bring himself to say it again.

Liara: Just sits in her seat and sobs, head down. She’s haunted by the sounds for weeks afterwards, can hear them when it’s quiet. She’s never listened to someone die before and it kills something inside of her to know that the first time she has, it was a friend.

Garrus: Grips the harness so hard his hands hurt, his jaw clenched so hard his mandibles ache. She’s his mentor, his guide, he’s learned more travelling with her than he ever did at C-Sec. He starts shaking in his seat, wanting to go to her, wanting to help her, but he can’t, all he can do is sit there until there’s empty air. Turian’s can’t cry, not really, but eventually there’s low mournful keening that doesn’t need translating.

Tali: Turns her modulator off so no one can hear her cry as she listens to her friend die, the one who helped her on her Pilgrimage, introduced her to so many wonderful things. Her hands press to her face plate, her shoulders shaking unmistakably and when she gets back to the Flotilla, she can’t sleep because of how loud it is.

Wrex: Doesn’t do anything, doesn’t move, just stares straight ahead. Eventually he starts rocking back and forth slightly. He’s heard people die, that wasn’t something new, but they had always been enemies, those trying to kill him, and it had always been quick. It was never a friend, a member of this strange krannt he had come to be in, and it was never by a slow suffocation.

and finally

Joker: Alliance finds his escape pod shortly after they find the others. He’s alone, curled up in his seat so hard he had broken bones. Wide eyed and not moving because he saw her die, he watched her as she was blown out into space. In his mind, it was his fault. He killed her, as surely as if he had held a gun to her head and pulled the trigger. He’s treated for shock and doesn’t speak for almost a solid month.

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From the twitter of Sam Sykes (SamSykesSwears):

  • You guys want to talk about work ethic for a little bit?
  • If you work in a creative field (art, writing, etc.), especially if you’re freelance, I know you’ve had this thought: “I’m not doing enough”
  • You look at the novel you’re finishing and think it’s not enough. You do one Piece of art a day and worry that you don’t do more.
  • I know it because I’ve had it. A comic project and working on two novels with a dozen projects in the pipeline and I still have it.
  • So you end up doing more. And in the times you’re not doing something, you’re feeling guilty for not doing something. It compounds itself.
  • Applied wisely, this can be positive: the urge to get things FINISHED will serve you extremely well in a creative industry. But unwisely?
  • At the extreme end of things, you can work yourself to death. That’s not too likely, but burning yourself out is much more probable.
  • You look at your projects and hate them because they’re not finished. You look at what IS finished and hate it because it’s not good enough.
  • Soon, you’re not creating, you’re just finishing. You’re churning. You’re not having fun making things because you just want them done.
  • (That’s not to say that work can’t frustrate or that it should be all kittens & giggles but there’s a difference between pushing and hating)
  • It’s clear to see how this happens: society values immediate gratification and instant results. It’s hard to do that with art or writing.
  • And even if we know better, it’s easy to internalise and convince yourself that your work IS worthless unless you’re producing all the time.
  • Now, I can give you reasons why, creatively, your productivity will boost if you value work as much as results, but the big one is …
  • Om [sic] a creative field, the details matter. Doing your best matters. Art isn’t a license plate you ccan press or a form you can fill out.
  • If you hate pressing license plates, the license plate looks the same. If you hate making art, it shows in your art.
  • You can get frustrated with art, angry at it sometimes, but if you start hating it, it’s not worth doing, anymore, is it.
  • And if you start valuing results — and ONLY results — more than you value the work, then you will eventually end up hating it. Don’t do that.
  • Be good to yourself. Know your limits. Value your time and your work as much as you value the finished project.
  • Welp, good talk, gang. Hope you learned a thing or two about working wisely. Now let’s get out there and buy my book.
  • [image of two piglets smeared with pink, blue and yellow paints]

anonymous asked:

aw daddy harry and the missus would so on the first night of the baby being home would just be staring at her in the bassinet and talking about how much they love her instead of being able to sleep right away

I do so many of these scenes, but, the thought makes me so weak. 

Persephone is only a couple of days old when she’s given the all-clear to come home with her mummy and daddy on the day the missus is released, still so tiny and fragile and delicate to touch, smelling strong of the new-baby smell that babies are blessed with when they’re born mixed in with the slight hint of the hospital smell that took to lingering on the pink blanket that Anne had brought for her, embroidered with her initials in the bottom corner by Anne’s gentle stitching. It’s the late afternoon when they arrive home, walking through the threshold of their house and instantly being hit in the face with their smell; vanilla candles and pollinated flowers that homed underneath the windows of their living room. A complete change up to the smell that they’d been swallowed up by for the last couple of days. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent just the two of them and their fresh newborn. Phone calls coming in left, right and centre as plans were made to have a small get together at the weekend to allow everyone to meet the newest member to Harry’s life, ranging from close friends and their partners who were eager to get a hold of the newborn baby to family travelling down and through the heart of London to see the newest and tiny member to their own family. Texts coming in from Gemma, insisting she get photos in her phone of her little niece because the ones that Harry sent to her once she was born just weren’t enough to show off to all her friends and stick into a little photo album that she was making to keep as memories.

By the time that the night came around, the missus is already snoozing on their bed under Harry’s orders of her getting as much rest as she needed to get whilst he looked after their little girl, curled up in one of his thick sweaters and a pair of his loose boxers that felt comfortable on her sore hips. His body sprawled out beside her, glasses on his face, with his little girl flat on his chest, snuffling and grunting and releasing the sweetest sounds as she fisted at his t-shirt. A book in his hand as he read by lamp-light, his free hand resting on his daughter’s tiny body, with his bare fingers patting gently over her back. Torn away from his book when he heard his wife groan out from beside him and roll onto her back with tired eyes. 

“Have you put her down or have you just been holdin’ her since I fell asleep?” She snickers, mingling her toes with his as she hitched her leg over one of his, draping an arm across his stomach, “you look pretty fit as a dad. ‘specially when you wear your glasses.” 

“Think they call ‘em DILFs these days, don’t they?” Harry murmurs with a smirk on his lips, tilting his head to give her a glance before dog-earring his page and closing up the book in his hand, “how are you feeling? Feel good? Do you want me to run down and get you some food? I ordered some chinese because I didn’t want to cook but I didn’t feel like waking you up to eat so I kept yours in the oven to keep warm.”

“Hmm,” she shakes her head and nudges her nose into his shoulder, “think she can be put in her bed now, I think, yeah? Give you a break to go for a wee or go for a shower. Neither of us have had a wash since before we went to the hospital. I mean, the shower in the cubicle did nothing for me afterwards. Didn’t feel like our shower,” she admits, running her fingertips through Persephone’s soft and wispy hair. 

“How about, when she goes to sleep, we have a bath ourselves? It’ll be much more comfortable for you, I think,” he suggests, sniffling softly and scrunching his nose up to adjust the glasses sitting on the bridge, “you can even eat your takeaway in the bath. I won’t be upset or put off if you want to scoff those chicken balls in front of me.”

“You’re annoying,” she frowns, sitting herself up on the bed and reaching for the baby, “give ‘er here. You can go and run the bath for us, if you want to? Make it warm, yeah? I’ll put her down and make sure she’s comfortable so we can have a nice and peaceful bath,” she wiggles her fingers, lifting the baby from his chest and cradling her to her own chest as she stood to her feet and stepped around the room with gentle steps, swaying her hips.

It’s not long before her green eyes are falling closed to the low hum of the water and the gentle swaying motion, and it’s not long before she’s laying down the baby into her wicker bassinet and tucking her up with a white blanket, taking the monitor with her into the bathroom as she stripped down to her naked form and dipped herself under the water. Waiting for Harry come back, with a couple of plates and the chinese takeout he’d ordered for her to eat once she found a craving some food, to sit with her and keep her company in the vanilla-scented bath. 

Tummy tingling when he stripped down to his boxers, a blush forming on her cheeks when he peeled them from his hips and let them fall to his ankles. His naked form, slightly changed in some areas from gaining sympathy weight with her during her pregnancy, standing flush in front of her before he’s stepping into the water and sitting opposite her. Passing her a plate and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispers, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her plate upon her knee-caps, taking a bite from one of the slightly cooled-down chicken balls.

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, sitting in a similar position and nudging his toes against hers with a grin, “I had a feeling you fancied them. Always do when I order chinese for us.” 

“No,” she gulps back the food in her mouth, shaking her head with a soft smile, “I mean, yes. Thank you for buying us a chinese but, thank you for everything. I don’t think you understand how much you’ve done for me over the last few days. I don’t think, uh, I don’t think I could have done all of this without you,” she whispers, a little bashfully as she feels her face heat up.

“I’m your husband. I should be there for you when you need me,” he reaches for her hand and wraps his fingers around hers in a soft hold, shaking it softly and running his thumb over her wedding band, “a few days ago, you did the most wonderful thing. You gave birth to our daughter. Our baby. I’m so proud of you. And I want to show you that in a way that takes little pressure off of you as possible. I really am proud of you, and, I couldn’t be any happier or more in love with you than I am right now.”

“Are you trying to make me cry?” She giggles softly, popping in the rest of her chicken ball and chewing it softly, “because I’ll leak from my boobs and I really don’t want to do that right now. Crying sets them off.”

When they’ve finished off their meals, and the water around them is getting cold and making goosebumps form on their skin, they decide that getting out and cosying up in bed with a sleeping baby in her bassinet and a bunch of telly shows and documentaries that they needed to catch up on from over the last couple of days, dressed in thick sweaters and in an outfit that they deemed to be the most comfortable for them.

But as soon as they dressed themselves, and took a glimpse at their tiny and snoozing baby, they were infatuated with how tiny and fragile she looked as she slept. Worry running through them with the fear that she could stop breathing unexpectedly or wake up suddenly with an uncomfortable belly and a need for comfort by someone who could get to her first. Settling down beside her bassinet, cross-legged and eyes focused on her.

“We finally have her,” Harry whispers, a grin on his lips as the tip of his pointer-finger tickled at the underside of Persephone’s foot, from the base of her toes to the curve of her heel, “she’s here. She’s finally with us. She’s no longer a white smudge on a black photograph. She’s no longer a nudge to the hand or a hiccup. She’s no longer just a bump. She’s a baby. Our little girl. She’s here and making us parents.”

“Here to keep us awake at night and covering us in as much bodily fluid,” she snickers, squeezing his knee, “she’ll poo, wee or vomit on one of us. Or both of us. I can see you walking in with a wee patch on your chest or vomit down your back.” 

“You reckon?” He chuckles, a dimple popping on his cheek, “I don’t think so.”

“You’ll be eating your words,” she teases him.

“Won’t make me love her any less. Poo, wee or sick. She’s still our daughter,” he whispers, “you know, we’ll be dealing with sick so much when she’s much bigger. Milky puke down my back or on my chest won’t be as bad as what we’ll get when she’s a bit older.” xx

Reunited

Avitus Rix and Macen Barro deserved better. Enter Fix-it fic! With a side of Rydaal and hurt/comfort.

WARNING FOR SPOILERS 

Note: I have not finished the game, please refrain from spoilers when commenting please!


Climbing aboard the Turian ark had left Erika feeling one way.

Shit.

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anonymous asked:

I know you're not taking requests but just imagining Niall celebrating Valentines Day with his wife and little girl makes my heart melt😭

Can you do a Niall imagine where he goes to pick your daughter up from school and he talks to the other parents? It’s a bit weird I know 😂

A/N: I kinda combined these……Also I’m the worst bc this is Valentine’s fluff and technically it’s St. Patrick’s day.  

Valentine’s Day 

Originally posted by ninicutiepie


Niall just barely managed to slip inside the door to the elementary school while juggling his guitar case, a giant box of sweets, and three grocery bags of craft supplies.  He was eternally grateful you weren’t there to watch him flounder around.  The last thing he needed was a reminder that “You can always make more than one trip, Niall.”  Getting his bearings, he shuffled into the office to sign in.  As soon as he crossed the doorway all three secretaries just about lunged across their desks to greet him.  Niall always found it hilarious, if not a little flattering.  You had seen the staff react to him early on and decided to use it to you advantage, sending Niall in your stead whenever you needed a favor.  So far, your daughter Charlie had gotten the teacher you requested, and the bus stop moved to the bottom of your driveway.  You tried to shy away from using Niall’s fame to get special treatment, the only exception being your child.

“Mr. Horan, how may we help you today?”  The secretary was leaning across the desk, baring far too much cleavage for a woman her age and in a school setting.  Niall grinned and gave her a small wink.  

“Cynthia, please, call me Niall.”  He flashed a grin at her and she physically swooned at him.  

“Niall, what can I do for you today?”  Her voice was sickly sweet and he could see the other two secretaries nearly panting behind her.  

“M’here for the Valentine’s Day party.  Just need to pick up a visitor’s pass.”

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Red & Silver (Part 7)

Summary: Reader befriends Natasha Romanoff in the Red Room, but Natasha has a lucky escape. She manages to join the Avengers, leaving the reader to be recruited by HYDRA and turned into an ultimate weapon to replace the one they lost.

Warnings: swearing, angst, mild gore

Word count: 1257

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A few months ago, I remember I could only do about 25-30lbs (each side) for Incline Bench Press and about 35lb plates for Seated Incline Press. Now I can go 55lb plates for both! I know I can go up to 65lbs at the end of the month. Well, at least that’s what I’m hoping 💪🏽😅

Don’t hold yourself down. Keep trying until you get there!

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anonymous asked:

shandy prompt: All of their kids thought it would be a good idea making an engagement party and surprise Sharon and Andy. Everyone is in the condo and Shandy's kissing passionately while stepping inside

Rusty thought the worst thing about living with Sharon would be coming face-to-face with Andy Flynn in his t-shirt across the breakfast table, but he was wrong. Very, very wrong.

The worst thing about living with Sharon was dealing with Emily and Ricky Raydor, standing on either side of the chair on which he was currently perched, yelling at him in tandem that he was hanging the streamers for the engagement party wrong.

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recharge

Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing; Genyatta (established, post Overwatch Recall)
Rating: G/PG
Summary: A long overnight mission in King’s Row leaves Genji and Zenyatta with just enough time to seek one another’s company.

A little bit of self indulgence writing, and a notable lack of genyatta cuddling when taking a dive into the tag–I’m here to fix that! Also a bit of a writing exercise for me, I’m out of practice; enjoy, nonetheless! there’s pg butt touches, it was a request and i dont shrink from a challenge


It had been an achingly long night.

Overwatch’s latest over-night mission had stretched from the last moments of dusk to the early moments of dawn, a live wire of tension drawn over their communicators as stocked payloads shuffled in and out of the city in the dead of night. 

Zenyatta’s patience was infinite, the work long worth the wait–he could never lose patience in an effort to safely relocate his damaged brothers and sisters outside King’s Row. 

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anonymous asked:

What is your work out routine all week?

It’s pretty much the same thing everyday:

Cardio: 2-3mi run
Arms:
- 40 preacher curls
- 40 hammer curls
- 20 barbell curls
- 20 shoulder presses
- 20 front plate lifts
- 20 side plate lifts
- 30 tricep push downs
- 20 tricep extensions
- 20 tricep kickbacks
Chest:
- 20 bench presses
Core:
- 120 sit-ups
- 75 side crunches
- 90 leg lifts
- 80 toe touches
- 1min side plank
- 40 side bends
Legs:
- 10 weighted lunges
- 60 calf raises

Five Kisses (Shakarian, T)

This is a holiday cheer gift for @ritewine​ from @acequeenking. Happy Holidays ritewine, and may the Harbinger not swallow you whole.

Summary: It takes Garrus five kisses to find his happy ending. 

- - - 

1. The first time he kisses her properly is the night before they die.

For two people facing a suicide mission, they takes things damnably slow. Garrus knows this; regrets it yet somehow treasures it. He’s never been in a relationship where there’s anything but the physical, so this – the long conversations, the stolen moments where his shoulder can just barely brush against hers in the dining area  – is new territory. Welcome territory.

He holds her hand in the gunnery – the only place on this ship where he’s guaranteed there are no bugs, no change of the Illusive Man watching them, listening to them – and it feels…amazing. There’s an undercurrent of nervousness he’s not felt in a simple touch since the old reach and flexibility days, but Shepard is so much more than a nameless scout; she’s -

“Garrus,  can I ask you a favor?” She asks. Garrus watches the scars on her face, the way they move and glow; she hasn’t quite taken a rocket to the face, but she’s lived through trauma, all the same. They both have. Their scars are nearly in the same places, and both tell the same story: We’ve walked through hell. We survived. And he’s naive enough to hope that maybe – maybe – they can do that again.

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sinodino-deactivated20170613  asked:

prompt: i never really hear anyone speculating how the black lion might feel with keith as her temporary paladin, so could you write a fic on her feelings maybe? thx!!!

hey remember when I wrote the flower fic and was like “most of these are not going to be this long”?

Turns out I’m a filthy liar.

Anyway, take it.

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The Irrelevance of Napoli: Eight (Clay Apuzzo)

Warnings: Sex jokes, SMUT, a deep conversation about Clay and irrelevancy, swearing. NOT FOR UNDER EIGHTEENS. 

Word Count: 2234

A/N: The jokes at the beginning are from “An Evening with Robin Williams” (1982)

A/N: The Shakespeare line is from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 5, Scene 1

A/N: TAG LIST IS OPEN. Please let me know if you want to be added/removed

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Well, I’m gonna start out walkin’,

Just you wait and see

Uh, uh, guitar picker, you ain’t leavin’ without me!

Well, you big-mouth woman,

You long-legged guitar-pickin’ man!

Well, we can work this out, uh huh, yes ma’am, I think we can…

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anonymous asked:

Can we get something with Zenyatta taking time to play with him and his S/O's adopted child? (I just find him playing with children really cute omg)

  • He loves cradling the child. Just feeling their weight in his arms makes him feel so light.
  • He is actually really good at getting the child to stop crying.
  • He’s a little sad he can’t actually kiss the child, but when he presses his face plate to their face, the child normally gives him a little peck anyway. If he could cry tears of joy, he would.
  • Zen lets the child play with one of his orbs. They’re just so precious– how can he say no to that face.
  • He will gush to all of his teammates over how precious his child is. He’s that guy who opens his wallet and 50 billion photos of his kid come folding out. 
  • Peek-a-boo is like one of his most favorite games to play with the child. 
  • He also really loves patty cake.
You Really Don’t Know?

Word Count: Pretty long actually :p

Warnings: None. Just fluffs.

Summary: The reader oneday catches the twins playing a small prank on Neville and gets angry. From that moment on they start pranking her instead of Neville which leads Y/N to a punishment from Umbridge. But something happens after that which brings them closer instead.

The Story:

Y/N walked out of the Transfiguration class with her books clutching on her chest, towards her common room. Her mind wandered around the obvious silence that has spread over since Umbridge got in Hogwarts. She looked around and there was no crowd anywhere. Some of the few students who were present talked in low voice, not really happy either.

Y/F/N came walking slowly behind her with some Hufflepuff girl. “Hey you wanna come to Hogsmeade today? I mean we just planned to go today so…” She said pointing towards herself and her new friend.

“Oh sure. When exactly?” Y/N smiled and said.

“Maybe in the afternoon or like after lunch?”

“Um…okay…I guess..I’m just like..not in a mood to…”

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna come.” Y/F/N said.

“No no..I need to go there, I have some things to buy.”

“Okay…then see you later?” She said as they entered the Y/H/N common room.

*Time Skip*

Y/N walked slowly towards the Great Hall when she noticed Neville reaching up for a plate which appeared to be floating in the air, on which there were some Cauldron cakes. Y/F/N walked in the Great Hall while Y/N looked up…she was not really in a mood to help but..it was not even fair if she didn’t help. It was DEFINITELY on a spell but Neville being stupid won’t just use magic to bring it down. Well, he seems to screw things up really bad so it’s not really relevant to blame him. Y/N sighed, walked towards him and said, “Hey Neville, not trying to be nosy or anything but don’t you think you can get another cake in the Great Hall?”

“Oh h-hey Y/N…Yeah I know I can get another in the Great Hall too but I got it just today from Honeydukes. I-I mean just…” he looked up at the plate and pressed his lips.

“Okaaayyy…I understand. Can I help you get it in any way?” Y/N said looking around as she noticed robes and shoes from behind a wall. Must be Malfoy! Why doesn’t he just leave us alone! I mean he IS a prefect but that doesn’t mean he can do anything! She walked furiously towards the wall and dragged the boy out from his hidden place by his robes. He stumbled but managed to balance himself. To her surprise, well…not really..but it wasn’t Malfoy and his friends. Rather she was facing the Weasley twins, among which, one of them — isn’t really clear exactly which one — was gaping at her with a grin on his lips.

Her brows furrowed as she started yelling at them, the anger that she kept in her all this time started coming out.

“Are you serious?! I mean aren’t you realizing that you are ACTUALLY making it hard for us? I mean really, just look around yourself! Do you see any happy faces? Except you two maybe!! You two seem to enjoy your time pranking people and making their life miserable! Seriously guys I think it’s time to stop playing these pranks! We all feel miserable under this-this Umbridge’s freaking dictatorship rule in Hogwarts! We don’t want any kind of problems anymore! Seriously, Neville is always screwing up badly at literally everything but why do you feel happy to make him feel much more worse than he already is!! THANK YOU BOYS but we don’t need any kind of extra problems! Just PLEASE LEAVE NEVILLE ALONE!!!” She panted as she blurted out everything.

“Woah woah calm down mate! We aren’t causing much problems! I mean we just made the cake afloat in the air, and would’ve put it down after a while. But you seemed to just jump out of nowhere and pull me here! I mean you caused the main problem just look at Neville!!”

“Oh yeah sur–” She said and looked at her right and saw a wand on the floor. It must have fell down when she pulled him!! She looked up and saw Neville covered with cakes and some of them smashed on the floor. “Oh no…” She whispered and loosened her grip on the boy’s robe and then ran towards him.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Neville! I didn’t really think about anything when I was yelling at him. I am so so sorry!” Y/N said and made an attempt to clean up the mess she had made from his shirt. “Ugh..this is all my fault.” She huffed.

“I-It’s not all your fault. I m-mean Fred and George were already…” He said, blushing at her attempt to clean his face.

“Um….since I destroyed your cupcakes, come to Hogsmeade with me and let me buy something for you. NO COMPLAINTS.” She smiled and said.

“Oh….uh….uou r-really don’t have to..” Neville stuttered.

“Oh hell yeah I have to. Oh…and…uh….just so that you know….it’s not like-like a…a date. Just…like..friends..you know what I mean?” She said while her face reddened.

“OFCOURSE…Sure…at..3 ‘o’ clock in the afternoon?”

“Yes. That will be fine. My friends are going too..so I’ll inform them. And sorry again for the mess i made. You go clean up yourself and I’ll make sure to sneak some food for you.”

“That will be very nice of you.” Neville smiled and left.

Y/N then turned around and saw Fred and George leaning on the wall and smirking. She walked towards them, gritted her teeth and said, “Keep my words in your mind.”

“Well you should thank us instead. You got a date.”

“Shut up! It’s not a date and mind your own business!” She said and walked in the Great Hall. She didn’t notice that one of the twin’s eyes scanned her body in admiration and stopped on her hair that she tucked behind her ear. He looked at every detail on her face, starting from the frown on her lips to her shoes which were covered a bit of dirt.

As she sat down on the Y/H/N table, her friend said, “So…you’ve got a date with Neville.”

“OH FOR GOD’S SAKE IT IS NOT A DATE!”

“WHatever you say ma'am.” She smirked and said.

So after the argument..or maybe just Y/N yelling at the twins, they stopped bothering Neville. But the problem is that now they started pranking her instead. Y/N really got pissed from all the fun she was made of. And it wasn’t even clear which one of the twins did it. Sometimes it was Fred and sometimes, George. Once one of them even turned her hair colour to purple. She was really ashamed and did her best to hide it. Complaining to the prefects did no good because they clearly enjoyed watching her miserable.

Y/N surely felt angry but some part of her enjoyed the attention she was getting. Some part of her wanted this to happen. But she wasn’t fully aware of that. She was that average girl who wasn’t given much importance. She did have friends, but not that much. But there was something about their…maybe the look in HIS eyes that was very different. Maybe she started liking him. One of the main reason why she started concentrating on her outfit and hairstyle everyday. Y/N’s friends also didn’t spare her from all the teasing.

“Definitely one of them is falling for you.”

“Oh my god Y/N! Look! They are staring at you! Oh, which one of them is it?!”

“Oh maybe you’re falling for him too.”

“He was the only person who didn’t laugh at you when he changed your hair colour.”

And Y/N flustered really badly due to all the teasing and the silly giggles after that. She didn’t understand which one of them they meant but it was surely the one with the intense look in their eyes.

*Time Skip*

It was one of those usual days where Y/N was walking to the Transfiguration class with Y/F/N and she ofcourse had to tolerate her friend’s teasing…blushing furiously.

“I’m telling you one of them is doing this! And on purpose!!” Y/F/N said.

“Oh shut up! It is nothing like that. He is mean to me. How can you expect this?”

“HE??? Well you know which one then??”

Her face became red as she said, “N-NO!”

“But like you know the saying…A boy is especially mean to the girl he likes.”

“I don’t know why do people feel like this is a good way. I-I mean that is really not how things work. There are other w-ways you..know.”

“Oooooh…you sound like you really enjoy that.”

“Shut up I don’t!”

“Well tell me on a serious note. Do you know which one is it?”

“I-I think…I do.”

“Merlin’s BEARD! Who???!”

“I don’t know the name but…you know…if you look carefully..one of them stares..in a..pretty different way.”

“Holy Molly Y/N! Trust me he’s the one who is doing all this!!!!”

“I don’t know… I mean every time I try to find out, it is always different names. But like pranking is just not the way. It doesn’t work.”

Y/F/N grinned an said, “It’s surely working on you. You are SO falling for him.”

And just then one of the twins flew on top of Y/N and was out of sight. Suddenly there was glitter everywhere and it just messed up her clothes. She looked down and picked up a small box…probably where the glitter was kept. Before she could start yelling, she heard a high pitched shriek. She looked up and was facing the last thing she wanted to happen.

It was Umbridge…covered in glitters. She needs to have some in her damn dark soul. She was breathing heavily and her whole face was red. She came towards Y/N huffing and yelled, “Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!!! How DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!”

Y/F/N said, “Ma'am it’s not her! She didn’t do anything!! The twi-” A strange kind of fear spread on Y/N’s heart as her friend almost said about them. Him. She quickly squeezed her friend’s hand and stopped her from saying it.

“She didn’t? The box is clearly visible on her hand!” Umbridge yelled. She then calmed down, but her face was still red. “I would like to meet you in the evening in my office Ms. Y/L/N.”

Y/N’s face dropped with that as she said, “Yes.”

She cleaned the glitters from her shirt and hair and walked in the class. But she missed the pair of eyes watching her full of sorrow and guilt at the end of the corridor.

*Time Skip*

Y/N exited Umbridge’s office at evening, holding her wrist tightly and hoping the piercing pain to go away from her hand. She walked back to her common room and sat down on a couch. Y/F/N came running to her with a glass of water and asked about the punishment. As Y/N told her about the punishment, she asked her after a while, “So…are you…angry with..them?”

“You think?” Y/N asked sarcastically. “This happened all because of them! Making fun of me was  not fine! I always told you that! Now look what it led to! I am seriously done with them.”

“Well then why did you save them? I mean I’m pretty sure they got into a LOT of detentions before this. They could’ve dealt with this one too.”

“I did it because it’s time these should stop. I’m tired of all these. I saved them so that he would just look at me and stop before thinking about playing pranks on me again. I just wanna see if he really does that.” With these words she left the common room and went in the dorm.

Y/F/N didn’t really bother her with questions after this. She knew that she would get better. Before dinner, she came and asked her to come to dinner. Y/N refused continuously for about five minutes but finally gave in. She quickly changed her uniform to a casual dress and brushed her hair to a ponytail (incase of long hair) / to the back using hairband (incase of short hair).

In the Great Hall, everyone silently ate their dinner. But unlike everyday, Y/N didn’t enjoy the stare from the Weasley that day. She just wanted to leave that place as fast as possible. But little did she realize that he felt horrible. It was because of him that she had to bear the pain. He really wished she didn’t try to save him…but he was also very impressed with how she isn’t whining and complaining about the pain like most girls. Most people…especially the ones who were pranked by him didn’t care about him at all. He was confident enough that some part of her likes him but was still not sure. Because Y/N wasn’t a girl who liked to talk about her feelings much. She did once talk about her feelings…to a guy..and he just used her and threw her away when he became bored.

After the dinner was over everyone started walking back to their houses. Y/N was one of those students who felt sleepy after the heavy food. Suddenly she felt a pull on her hand and she turned to face the Weasley. Her eyes were no longer heavy.

“Hey Y/N, I think there’s something we need to discuss about.” He said.

“No  thanks.” She turned away from him and continued walking towards her common room but Y/F/N stopped her and pulled her to a side. “I think you really need to talk to him about it. You don’t want to talk it to us, so try to talk it with him because…he is involved.”

“I don’t want to. I reaaallly don’t, I’m tired right now. Let me go.” Y/N said.

“Y/N just look at him. He can perfectly hide the guilt he has gone through today just by putting a smile on his lips. He’s miserable! When did you ever see the twins talking seriously about anything? Do you understand how bad he feels that he personally came to you to talk about what happened? C'mon you’re smart Y/N. I think you should go.”

Y/N just kept quiet for a moment and looked back at Fred who was looking for some kind of approval. She sighed and said, “Fiiinnnee. Just..okay..I have a plan..you’ve to help me in that. Promise me.”

“What kind of plan?”

“Good one. Trust me. It’s not against any rules of Umbridge too so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Okay, I don’t trust you about taking decisions at all but fine. I’ll be waiting in the dorm.” And Y/F/N left.

Y/N walked to Fred and asked, “WHat.”

“I know you’re angry at me but…why did you save me?”

“WHy? So that from the next time you stop and think before making fun of me.”

“But everyone loved that. To see us like that.”

“NO Weasley, everyone loved watching me made fun of. And us? What do you mean by ‘us’? It was never us. It was always about you and your twin making fun of me.”

He shot his hands up and said, “Fine I know it happened all because of me. And I don’t feel good about tha–” He got interrupted by his twin, “Hey Gred should I head back?”

“Gred! I mean Fred!! You’re the one!” She furrowed her brows. He just ignored her words.

“Yeah mate. I’ll be in a minute.” The other twin just smirked and yelled back while walking back to the Gryffindor Common House, “Take as long as you like brother. Things like these can’t be enjoyed in a minute!”

Y/N flustered and said, “You have anything other to say or you’re just wasting my time.”

“Yes, I do actually. Have you gone to the hospital wing to heal your injuries?”

“Injuries? It’s not really much..I can handle it on my own.”

“No you can’t.” And with these words he left with Y/N, almost running to the hospital wing, his hands clutching tightly on her wrist. She frowned because of the pain and tried to get out of his grip. And finally Y/N arrived with Fred on the hospital wing and said, “THat hurts!!”

Fred just smirked and said, “Sorry but I think if you can handle the pain while writing down, you can handle the pain from your loved ones.”

“Whhat?”

He walked and brought back a medical box…Howcome Madam Pomfrey agree to that???? Trusting Fred…one of the biggest prankster with medical stuffs? She’s got bonkers.

“Sit down.” He said. Y/N quietly sat down on a nearby chair, the scars on her hand were still red. Fred knelt down and took one of her hand on his hand. It made her a bit of shy when she realized he looked like he was about to propose her. A little bit of smile tugged on the corner of her lips as her eyes captured Fred’s ones. His eyes looked caring and warm…and loving. He was carefully putting some medicines and wrapping her hand with cloth and some bandages…a bit of smile on his face too, enjoying the comfortable silence and her attention. Fred looked up at her and Y/N snapped out of the trance that she was in and averted her eyes to anywhere in the room, but at him. He just smiled and said, “It’s okay if you look at me. I don’t mind.”

“W-what?” Y/N stuttered, her cheeks flaming red as she looked down to her lap.

“I don’t mind this kind of attention. Your soft gazes are not really easy to recieve.” He smiled as he finished his work.

“Uh..I was just..doesn’t matter, I think we should go, Umbridge will be angry.” She said looking back at his eyes.

“No, it does matter. I..I am really sorry. But why did you save me down there?”

“So that you stop bothering me. Anyways why do you even care?” That came out a bit harsh.

He took both of her hands now. Their eyes met again..but this time with a bit of the caring and love in his eyes. He kissed her knuckles slowly as she felt the soft wet touch and her eyes brightened a bit. His eyes fixed on hers, he said “Because you’re special to me. I care about you.”

Y/N’s gaze now softened, feeling her heart beat fast as she asked, “Why?”

He just smiled that made her smile back and they both looked at each other quietly. Until, Madam Pomfrey interrupted them by clearing her throat. “Are you two done? I think you should head back to your common rooms now. It’s quite late.” She said.

“Yessss.” Fred said getting up and handing her the medical box back. Y/N got up and walked out with him, both avoiding each other’s eyes. She couldn’t handle it any longer and she asked, “You..You didn’t answer me.”

He stopped in front of her and smiled, “You really don’t know?”

She just kept quiet and looked at him. He slowly brushed his hands on her cheeks and got closer. “Because…” He was centimeters away when his hands suddenly went to her hairband and he pulled it out of her hair and said with his old, known mischievous smile, “You’re the only person I can prank all day long!” And with that he ran away. Y/N’s eyes went wide in disbelief. How stupid of me to think we were…were..going to… She huffed in anger and stomped back to her dorm.

*Time Skip*

The following morning was back to how everything was. Except that Y/N knew who it was all this time.

Fred.

And as always, Y/F/N filled her up with lots of questions and Y/N calmly told her everything that happened that night. Today was different. Y/N was with a smile all along, and a confident one. She wasn’t afraid of Umbridge’s punishment any longer. Her head held high she walked in the Great Hall, looking for Fred quite shamelessly. He was sitting on his usual place, beside his brother. He smiled and winked at her. So nothing’s awkward. *Phew* She just rolled her eyes and walked to her house table.

The rest of day was spent with obvious pranks on her but she, unlike the other days didn’t snap at him. She just smiled and gave him the “You can’t make me angry now” look.

At near afternoon she stood near the Black Lake with Y/F/N, talking and laughing while throwing stones on the lake. When all of a sudden a wind came swooping towards her and a horrifying yell. She jumped in fear and lost her balance.. SPLASH!!! And she was in water.

Her eyes filled with fear and panic, she tried to remain afloat on the river as much as she could. Her hands flew from anywhere to everywhere as she head up from the water, trying her best not to drown. The Weasley twins meanwhile flew down near the lake and laughed at her. Y/F/N was now in absolute stress a she started yelling, “She cannot swim!!”

“Oh really? Nice one but not much effective to make us fall for it.”

“THIS IS NOT A JOKE!! THIS IS JUST NOT!!! NO ONE PRANKS PUTTING THEIR LIFE ON DANGER!! I AM VERY SERIOUS SHE CANNOT SWIM!!!”

“No, we’re not falling for this.” Fred laughed and looked back. The lake was calm, not a trace of the disturbance of the water that just occurred a few minutes ago. “Wait for a while and she’ll just come back up.” George said.

It had been almost 2 minutes. Y/F/N couldn’t handle it anymore.

“You know what?! I’m going in! I’ll atleast try without getting drowned in there!!!” She said as she started going down. The twins now realized that maybe they made a probably….huge mistake. It was two minutes long!!!

Fred’s eyes now started to go wide in fear as he quickly jumped in the water. He swam under the water looking for her when he saw her floating a little far away from him. He quickly got hold of her body and went up gasping for air.

He brought her back to the land and held her cold body close. Y/N was unconscious. Fred’s eyes now were in fear…fear of losing her. Not that she is gonna die or something but that she is gonna hate him for putting her life in danger. Fear of not been forgiven after the Umbridge incident. Every little pranks that he played on her, to bring them closer to each other were falling apart in front of his eyes.

He whispered, “Someone can’t just go away like that. You just can’t leave me hanging like this. There-There’s just a lot of things we have to go through, lots of things are yet to be told. It can’t fall apart again. I-I..You have to..” As he proceeded to pick you up again, to go to the hospital wing, he heard a soft sweet voice.

“I know.”

His eyes shot up at her face. Y/N was smiling.

“Come again?” He said a bit of angered and confused tone. George and Y/F/N were watching from a distance and observing everything, and quite enjoying that.

She sat up and squeezed her hair to get out the water.

“Thanks Y/F/N.” She smiled at her. “That was worth it.” Y/F/N smirked and said.

“You think you’re the only one who can prank?” Y/N said flicking back her hair.

His eyes glaring in disbelief, he sat down properly, “You ALMOST had me!!!”

“Hah! NOt almost! I DID have you.”

“No-Not at all.”

“Sure. But I would have seriously failed in that if you were a bit more late..I mean it was hard for 2 minutes. I needed to breathe again.” She said laughing

Y/N looked at him–both quiet– with the same old stare they shared last night, a smile tugging on their lips. With that she knelt closer to him. Her hands cupped his jaw, she closed her eyes and kissed him…his eyes closed with the touch and then he immediately held her waist, pulling her closer. Although their body was cold, their lips were warm, soft and synced perfectly…like fireworks were bursting inside of them..every moment felt like an eternity. She pulled back and looked at him.

“So?” He asked.

“So what?”

“What was THAT for?”

Y/N just grinned and said, “You really don’t know?”

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