the baby is kissing his portrait by the way

Thunderstorm

empty-tea-cans said to weasley-twins-imagines:

Hi! Could you maybe write a Fred imagine where the reader gets sacred of a thunderstorm late at night and sneaks to Fred’s dorm to cuddle? Maybe super fluffy? (Umbridge is headmaster so it could be really risky). Thanks!

Sorry for not being active for so long!!!! I have SO MUCH work :( hope you like this one! I am currently in a super-needy-of-fluff phase, so yay this is just one of my fantasies throughout the day lol

The rain kept getting stronger and stronger. It was a foggy, rainy day in October. A perfect one to start autumn.

The whole Gryffindor Common room was in a warm, fuzzy mood that evening. Everyone had their blankets down from their rooms and the thickest socks. You were sitting in front of the fireplace, curled up in your softest blanket with a cup of tea. The amount of people in the room only made it warmer, headmaster Umbridge forbid to leave Common rooms after 6 p.m. Not that anyone would want to leave, the halls were freezing cold.

“Hello, pumpkin!” you heard and looked up. Your boyfriend Fred and his twin sat down beside you, Fred pecking your cheek.

“Wow, a nickname for the season,” you laughed, put down your tea and snuggled into his side.

“Of course, I need to treat you the right way,” he said and stretched out the blanket to cover his legs.

“You two are just adorable,” said George with a sarcastic smile.

“What’s up with him?” you asked Fred, who was now brushing your hair.

“Oh, nothing serious, a certain girl ignored him,” he smiled and earned a glare from his brother.

“Ooh, George, tell me about–“ you started, but were interrupted by the biggest thunder you ever experienced. You got startled easily by these kind of things, and this time was no exception. You squeezed your face into your boyfriend’s tummy, not being able to move. Fred, knowing about your fear, bent down to hug you entirely and slowly calmed you down.

The whole evening was a rough ride. About four big thunders scared you and you almost weren’t able to speak after so many shocks. When Fred saw, that you were completely worn out, he wrapped you in your blanket, put you in his lap and stood up. You had each leg on one side of his body and your head resting on his shoulder. He walked to the base of the girl dormitories’ staircase, but there was someone blocking his way. Headmaster Umbridge installed portraits like the Fat Lady on both girls’ and boys’ dormitories entries so only students with their dormitories could go up.

Luckily, Roberta was a kind lady and liked Fred. She saw your scared face and lovingly swept open. Fred took you up to your room and put you in bed.

“Now baby, you know I can’t stay. They’ll check the dormitories at 11. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll be fine. Thank you,” you whispered and kissed him on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” he kissed your nose and quietly left.

Suddenly, everything became so bright. You shot up into sitting position. Curtains around your bed were not closed and a sudden flash of light startled the night once more. Then it came. A thunder so loud, you thought you were going to go deaf. Pillow around your ears made it a little better, but another one scared you again. The other beds were closed up, so you didn’t see any of your roommates.

The night settled in again and you with it. But no matter what, you couldn’t sleep again. Your heart was pounding and adrenaline was flowing through your body. Your eyes were completely opened.

After two hours – the big hour in the Common room sang twice – you still couldn’t sleep. The rain was pouring down your windows, not seeming to stop. Several small thunders caught you unprepared and after some time, it was enough. You couldn’t do it on your own anymore. You stood up and quietly tiptoed down the staircase.

“Where do you think you’re going, Miss l/n?” Roberta was kind alright, but she was also very strict. She was hired by Umbridge, after all.

“Roberta, you know I’m scared of thunderstorms. I couldn’t sleep for two hours now and I just can’t stand these lightnings anymore,” you told her with a pleading look in your eyes.

She seemed to really doubt your truth-telling, but gave in, seeing how shaky and scared you were. “All right, let me wake up Adolf,” she said, leaving and reappearing in a moment on the picture of a small old man, snoring in his armchair.

“Adolf? Adolf! This young lady would like to go up. She has a very urgent and true reason and I let her,” she loudly explained to the old man.

“Well, Roberta, if you say so, let her go up, there’s no need to wake me up!” He cried out with a rusty voice and immediately fell back asleep.

Roberta smiled at you and opened the portrait, “they won’t check the rooms anymore, you might as well stay up there till morning.”

“Thank you, Roberta,” you smiled at her and ran up the stairs.

“Hey, what are you doing here? Wait, it doesn’t matter, you’re with me now and there’s no need to be scared,” Fred said as you woke him up. He pulled you down into his bed, wrapped his arms around you and covered your face with kisses. His smell alone calmed you down so much and you slowly drifted back in your dreams.

anonymous asked:

BTS reaction to y/n having an obsession with sewing her skin?

💌 — I did some research on skin sewing and I think it looks really relaxing if you know what you’re doing! Here’s some information for anyone who is curious to know exactly what this is. (Please be safe, sterile, and do your research before trying at home!) Thank you for requesting and enjoy!

Seokjin walks back from the kitchen to the living room, sighing as he sits down on the couch next to you without giving you an initial glance. He’s skimming through the list of shows playing when he notices you humming absentmindedly beside him. “Do you have something to say, honey?,” he teases as he turns to face you, his eyes widening instantly when he notices you expertly weaving a needle in and out of your skin as if it’s nothing. Jin tries to stop himself from yelling so loudly, but that doesn’t last long before he’s shouting, “Y/N! What the hell are you doing to yourself?” You glance up at him and motion to the star sewn into your skin as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m bored and I had some extra thread lying around, so I figured I’d start sewing again.” You’ll definitely need to pause your artwork for a few minutes to assure Jin that you’re not completely insane and that it’s perfectly safe to do. But after some reassurance that you’re not going to lose your hand via sewing and you’ll keep the needle away from him, Jin will find it to be just another odd quirk of yours.

Yoongi is very apologetic to the fact that he doesn’t have many opportunities to spend time with you one-on-one. However, he enjoys the fact that you both are quiet souls together. With that fact in mind, he often invites you to stay in the studio with him on nights when he knows he won’t make it back home. A lot of that time is spent enjoying each other’s silent company, Yoongi busy producing on his computer and you watching movies on your phone or scrolling through your Tumblr feed. Tonight, however, you decided to pick up some sewing thread on your way to the studio since you were running low and wanted to do something different for a change. You give Yoongi a quick kiss after you arrive and make your way to your designated seat on the plush couch in the corner of the room. You fix the needle soon after and slowly start sewing meaningless lines into your hands, no clear pattern in mind. A half hour passes and you hear Yoongi groan as he stretches out of his seat. “I’m gonna go get something to drink. Do you wa-,” Yoongi pauses in the middle of his sentence and you look up to find him concentrated on the needle sticking between your fingers. “Um, would you care to explain what you’re doing?” You laugh at his confused expression and explain the concept to him, his only response being a short “hmm, okay then,” before he leaves you to finish what you started.

Hoseok is hard to keep up with sometimes. He isn’t necessarily bothersome - but he has a lot of energy that you can’t always compete with. And sometimes he needs to tire himself out before he can even think about curling up on the couch and relaxing with you. It’s times like this when you pull out your little sewing kit hidden beneath your bed and start to doodle into your delicate skin, little stars and hearts - and smiley faces when you miss Hoseok too much - taking up the space of your palm. You’re in the midst of switching out the thread with a different color when you hear your boyfriend walking through the bedroom door. “Hey babe,” you murmur out to him, hands still busy searching for the color that seems to have disappeared from your kit. Hoseok’s feet approach you slowly and you look up to see him holding the roll of thread in front of your face, eyes warily glancing down at the thread sewn into your skin. “Um… are you looking for this, babe?” You smile up at his worried face and take the thread from his hands, thanking him and explaining to him what you’re doing since he seems too nervous to ask himself. He reaches out to take your hand in his, facing your palm upwards and chuckling as he points at the brightly colored sun while saying, “Hey, this one looks like me!”

Namjoon enjoys learning new things and venturing into different hobbies that other people may avoid for whatever reason. So when he comes home to find you concentrated intensely on the multiple loose-ended threads hanging from your skin, he doesn’t freak out like you may have expected others too. He sets down his things and walks over to your seat, head quirking to the side as he examines the unfinished portrait of a night sky sewn beautifully into your arm. He notices the way your eyebrows are scrunched up in frustration, huffing in annoyance and sending a few stray hairs flying away from your face. “Ah, don’t get so upset, baby,” he whispers soothingly while leaning down to kiss your puffed out cheeks. “I think you should add some magenta to this side,” he notes while gently pointing and careful to not mess up what you’ve already done, “and fade it out to blue over to this side.” He purses his lips as he holds up the different colors, though his face instantly relaxes when you smile at him in agreement and finally return his kiss from earlier. “I think you’re right,” you answer before going back to trim the loose strings and begin threading another needle. Namjoon sighs and shrugs nonchalantly, “When am I not?”  

Jimin quite nearly drops his phone when he walks into your room and sees you poking at your skin without a single care in the world. The choked noise he makes and the way he knocks into different things trying to catch his phone before it shatters brings you out of your concentration immediately. You look at him bewildered and he returns the same expression to you for a completely different reason. “What are you doing?,” you both ask at the same time, pausing for a moment until Jimin decides his question deserves an answer a bit more urgently. “Why are you stabbing yourself like that?,” he asks like it’s the most horrific thing he’s ever seen. You roll your eyes at him and giggle at his reaction while telling him, “I’m not stabbing myself, silly. It’s called skin sewing. It’s totally safe.” You hold up your palm to him and have to fight back another laugh when he slowly approaches you like you have a bomb in your hand. He glances down at your palm, up at your face, then back down to your palm again before muttering out, “Well, I guess it kinda looks cool.”

Taehyung doesn’t know whether to be fascinated or terrified when he comes over for a surprise visit and finds you going to town on your hand with a needle and thread. You don’t seem to be in pain as you casually greet him with a simple “Hey babe” before focusing back on your work. However, everything in his mind is telling him that he should be panicking right now. Cautiously, he walks over and slowly sits down next to you on the couch, staring at your face until you direct your attention his way and sigh in defeat. You were hoping that you could finish the design you were working on without interuption, but Taehyung’s surprise arrival and heavy stare immediately shoots down that idea. “It’s called skin sewing,” you inform him before he can ask - his jaw closing shut as you interrupt him mid-question. “It’s completely harmless. Look, no blood involved,” you insist as you hold your hand up close to Tae’s face, his eyes widening in shock for a few moments as he admires the thread woven through the thin upper layer of your skin. However, he sees that you’re right about it not hurting you and he slowly pushes your hand down. It takes him a couple of moments to find his voice again, but once he does he smiles shyly and holds his hand out towards you as he asks, “Will you try it on me next?”

Jungkook is a simple boy. A simple boy who is going to be extremely bewildered when he comes home to see his very adorable girlfriend sticking a needle and thread through her skin while she watches her favorite drama as if it’s just a regular pastime. You don’t notice his presence for a few moments because he’s been shocked into silence. However, he’ll soon find his own voice and relearn how to walk and quickly approach you with a million questions on his mind. “Um, hello. This morning I left my very normal and not crazy girlfriend here and I wanted to know if you could help me find her?,” he blabbers to you while motioning to what you’re doing as if that’s proof of your insanity. You glare up at him jokingly and wave the needle in his face as if threatening to get to him next. He quickly dodges your swipe and stares at you wide-eyed and bunny gazed. You decide to stop teasing the poor boy and quickly inform him that your sanity is still there and what you’re doing is completely normal. He’ll definitely continue to tease you throughout the night and takes jabs at you every time he can, but he’ll quickly shut up every time you threaten to start sewing him next - at least for a couple minutes.