In first year, the first time the five boys ever walked into their new home for the next seven years, could have been mayhem. But they had all eaten muchhhh too much food and so the fighting and mucking around was, thankfully kept to a minimum.
Sirius immediately dived onto the bed furthest from the door, not even bothering to unpack or undress before falling into a wriggly sleep. James bagged the bed next to him, mostly because it was also next to the window with the best view of the Quidditch pitch. Peter managed to sneak the bed next to James. Remus just lay down and quietly closed the curtains on another bed, far away from any window views that may show a certain grey orb.
The next morning, however, everyone in the room was woken at 5 in the morning by James jumping up and down on his bed and running around the dorm in a nervous/ over-excited state.
Sirius tries to keep his bed as messy as possible, it was a strange way he used to piss his mother off at home, but his aristocratic nature glitters through sometimes and some of the boys can catch him plumping his pillows or straightening the sheets occasionally. He also leaves his pyjamas under his pillow each morning but mention it and you’ll get hexed. He is usually pretty good at cleaning up after himself and he always has his clothes in the right places, oh, except for his underwear, for some reason that just ends up everywhere?? under the bed, on the floor, in the shower, in James’ bed??? But other than that and the fact that he keeps trying to do homework in his bed and spills ink everywhere every time, he’s pretty good.
You would be proud of James if you saw his area, all nice and clean, nothing lying around… and then you would look a little closer. Every. single. item. he owns is jammed either under the bed, in his trunk, in the bedside table. I mean stuffed, it’s dirty and disgusting and packed full the brim and there is a funny smell coming from one part??? But somehow he just knows where everything is. Quidditch robes? Sticks his hand into the pile at the top of the bed and out they come. Borrow a quill? Sticks his hand into a jar rolled under a mound of unfolded clothes and out comes three. He does it in that way mums do with their purses, because you know.. he’s mum friend™. You don’t need to hide anything when it’s such a jumble only you can understand it.
Peter tried to copy James with his piles of shit, but it really stressed him out so he had to go and fold everything after like half an hour. He is the only cleaner in the room, going around picking dirty towels and clothes up off the floor for people. All his stuff organised and well kept and very aesthetically pleasing for some reason? He also always seems to have food somewhere, usually bedside table draw that he will pull out whenever it is needed, which is a lot.
Overall our boys do pretty well, nothing too unhygienic, pretty clean considering they are teenage boys.. oh wait I forgot Remus.
Remus is a fucking disaster. Like actually helpless/useless. His crap is e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e… except his bed. Ties on top of beds, shirts all over the floor every time, trousers hanging on the shower, hairbrush where his toothbrush should be, jumper on the outside of the window??? I mean he just can’t even get it together enough to find his own set of clothes because god knows where he threw his shit last night so mostly he just wears James’ school uniform until he is too embarrassingly tall for it and then every morning James has to dive into the shit and pull out Remus’ stuff from under the carpet or tangled in the drapes while Remus lies face down on the pillow and refuses to get up. He keeps his bag nicely packed but that is it. Also used to keep a massive stash of chocolate under his bed but he forgot it was there one day and it all melted and was fucking gross so now Peter looks after it for him.
Shower routine is James at like 4am because dis boy does not sleep and goes running when you shouldn’t. Peter is usually next, he gets up in time to have a nice shower. Remus usually doesn’t bother in the morning because he can barely make it to breakfast. Sirius takes a year in the shower every morning but may start crying if you leave without him so you just have to pound on the door and hope he can hear you over his singing. it’s dreadful btw.
The boys usually convene on James’ bed but once they are too big to lay on top of each other on it, they make a cute little circle in the middle to sit up and plan pranks/eat snacks with one of Remus’ mini, not flammable fires in the centre of them.
James once tried to fly his broom in the dorm on a dare and broke Peter’s bed.
Remus once fell asleep on the steps in front of the dorm because.. he is Remus and it was almost a full moon, so the boys just draped him in blankets and left him there.
There about fifty stains in places you can’t even imagine all over the room and they were all Sirius.
Peter sticks sticky notes and pictures and sheets of parchment all over the walls all the time.
There are numerous scorch marks in the ceiling. Enough said.
From fourth year they have an ‘if the curtains are drawn don’t open them’ rule because James tried to get into Sirius’ bed to chat about three times without noticing that Sirius was in bed with Remus and was deeply offended that they were scheming without him until he realised they weren’t doing much talking…..
there were also many other instances of each of them walking in on each other in very private situations with other people because all four boys were much too comfortable with each other.
they then had to instigate a no walking around the dorm naked rule because Sirius kept doing it when there were girls in there.
They all carved their initials into their bedposts in 6th year and then went back and added ‘i solemnly swear that I am up to no good.’ on James headboard and ‘mischief managed.’ on Sirius’ in 7th year. it was that lucky guess that let fred and george guess the marauder’s map passwords
the window sill is semi-permanently covered in cigarette and joint butts.
Sirius left about a thousand lipstick stains on the mirror.
Lily kept leaving her shampoo in the shower in the seventh year and Peter liked it so much he wouldn’t give it back.
They all share one spray on deodorant for some reason?
They had a routine of not going to sleep until every one of them was back. They also said ‘goodnight’ to each other every night with out fail, no matter how bad the argument or problem.
They were basically so comfortable, so in-sync with each other that you would have walked into the Gryffindor boys room and thought it was a family.
Well, I’m a ski-jumper. Well, I want to be a ski-jumper. I mean, I’m not a ski-jumper yet but my mum says I’m a very resourceful, determined person and I think that with some time and guidance I probably will make it as a ski-jumper.
@becorvillo14 asked for: A romione headcanon or fic where hermione wears ron’s maroon sweater.
i hope this fits the bill! pre-relationship romione set approximately during 5th or 6th year, starring our two favourite stubborn idiots :’’’)
“Hermione?” The voice is quiet where it interrupts the peace of the Gryffindor common room, barely more than a whisper. “Are you wearing my jumper?”
Hermione startles, turning around and knocking the books over from where they’re piled up next to her. “Ron! You scared me.”
Ron is looking at her with a bewildered expression. His eyebrows are creased together as he sits down in the space next to her, folding his long legs up beneath him and moving books out of the way in order to sit more comfortably. “That’s my jumper.” He says after a while of awkward silence.
Hermione very deliberately does not look up from her work .“Is it? I didn’t realise.”
Ron gapes her for a while. “It’s maroon. And it’s definitely too big for you.”
“So?” Hermione lets her hair fall in front of her face, hopefully hiding the dark blush beneath her cheeks.
“So how did you put it on without realising that it was mine?”
“I don’t know, I just did!”
Hermione huffs and wills her mind to focus back on the task at hand; namely, her Arithmancy homework- a task which proves far more difficult with Ron’s distracting presence. He’s not even doing anything, just sitting and picking at the carpet threads. For reasons she can’t name, Hermione finds it infuriating.
There’s also the small fact that she is, indeed, wearing his jumper. She’d known from the moment she’d pulled it over her head that it wasn’t a good idea, but the jumper had been so warm and soft and distinctly Ron, she hadn’t been able to resist. Besides, it was late and the Gryffindor common room isn’t exactly known for being full of people at this time of night- how was she to know Ron, out of them all, would be the one to find her here, in his jumper no less?
Hermione has just decided to end the awkward silence between them and run off upstairs so she can be mortified in peace when Ron speaks again. “It suits you, you know.”
Hermione blinks, confused. “I’m sorry- what?”
Ron looks up, his blue eyes meeting her brown. “The jumper. You should wear it more often… I mean, you can, if you like. I don’t mind.”
Speechless, Hermione nods a handful of times in quick succession, hurriedly gathering up the rest of her books before scampering up towards the girls’ dormitory.
It’s not until she’s lying on her bead, heart pounding in her ears and Ron’s words circling in her brain that she realises she’s still wearing his jumper.
Let’s take a moment and pray for Taylor’s bare forearms this era. Why, you ask? Because, while sequined jumpers are super cute, anything sequined means it’s scratchy. I’m literally having flashbacks to dance recitals where I got little cuts on my arms from sequins. Good luck to you on this sequined journey, taylor.
The first time she kissed him, he tasted like butterbeer and something distinctly James. The combination made her head swim, her heart pound, and her body crave him, his mouth, his body, his skin against hers.
It was a crisp October afternoon, the first Hogsmeade weekend of their seventh year, and Lily had finally said yes, enthusiastically yes, to James’ Hogsmeade proposal. He’d been stunned at first, thought she was having him on, made worse by the fact that instead of answering his desperate enquiry of “Are you serious?!” she’d said, “No, but your brother is,” winked at the tall, wavy haired man next to him, and walked off. She never could resist a Sirius joke. Neither, she knew, could Sirius, and his barking laughter followed her down the corridor. James, unwilling to leave things on such unsure footing, chased her down the corridor and took her hand. “You’re actually saying yes?” He’d said, the words quiet and deep and fast, his eyes searching her face and when Lily broke into a smile he looked like he’d been stunned. “Yes, James. I’m actually saying yes.”
He’d dragged her down to Hogsmeade as soon as they’d finished breakfast that morning, though ‘finished’ is perhaps not quite the right word. James had practically inhaled an entire bowl of porridge, his knee bouncing incessantly under the table, and Lily had barely had time to grab a few pieces of toast before his hand was in hers and he was hauling her away from the table.
She was shouting indignantly and shoving bites of toast into her mouth as he pulled her into the brisk morning air, but his hand was warm in hers and the electricity shooting through her veins kept her from protesting too fiercely against the disruption of her breakfast. Instead, she gripped his hand more firmly in her own, bumped her hip against his playfully - “You better feed me today, Potter, or you’re dead.” His eyes were sparkling with amusement when he smiled back at her, “On my honour, Evans.”
When they got to the gates, James had stopped them, moving to stand in front of her, his eyes moving over her face, and Lily’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him because he was just too damn beautiful to be real and how had she never realised it before? She wanted to grab him right there and kiss him, but they hadn’t even had their date yet and she knew how long he’d been waiting for this, so she ran her tongue along the back of her teeth and bit the corner of her lip in an attempt to control herself. But he was still looking at her like that, like she was everything, the only thing in the world, and the air was crackling with so much electricity that she could taste it on her tongue when she pulled in a deep breath. He blinked and smiled an embarrassed smile before reaching up and taking his scarf from around his neck. “Here,” he said, grinning at her, “You look cold.”
His fingers burned trails across her skin as he tied the scarf securely around her, and she swallowed the desperate reply that was bubbling up in her, opting to thank him quietly instead. It was the exact opposite of everything she normally would have done and she knew James had noticed because he’d cocked an amused eyebrow at her as they began walking again, but she couldn’t trust her mouth because it was begging her to either taste every centimetre of his skin or tell him how she thought she might actually, desperately, be falling in love with him and neither of those were options while they were making their way to the high street on their first official date.
The morning was a whirlwind of sound and colour - they went into all her favourite shops, he detailed everything he’d ever planned for all those rejected dates, her cheeks flushed with a bit more than the cold when she told him that she was glad he’d finally earned her attention. She tried to remember all the details, commit it all to memory, because she knew this was something she’d want to remember, that it was one of those rare moments you realise, as it’s happening, that you need to set it down, to carve it into your memory, because this moment, this day is going to be one that changes the rest of your life. But no matter how hard she tried to step back, to catalogue the details, she couldn’t. He was overwhelming, he was, and she couldn’t focus on anything but the rush in her stomach that was slowly burning a hole through her when she looked at him.
They ducked into The Three Broomsticks for lunch, he cracked jokes and she tossed chips at his head. They drank bottles of butterbeer and she pretended not to notice the stunned look on his face when she brushed her foot against his calf under the table. His eyes welled up when he talked about his parents, she took his hand and talked about her sister, they talked about the future. It was easy to talk to him and they talked about everything.
They fought, of course, over who would pay the bill when it came and, though James won, she grumbled about it while they waited for Rosmerta to return with his change. James pocketed a handful of coins as he stood, laughing as Lily said, “I can pay for myself, James, bloody hell,” and took her hand. They walked out of the pub and the cold air was a shock after the warm, smoky air of the pub. “You can pay next time,” James said, grinning down at her and Lily cocked her eyebrow, “Who said there’s going to be a next time?”
He stopped in the middle of the high street, turning to face her and raising his eyebrows - he studied her before he smirked and moved his hands to her hips. “Now Evans,” he said, his fingers brushing along the hem of her jumper, “I know you don’t mean that.”
The retort was on the tip of her tongue, but, recognising the opportunity, she grinned instead. “No, I don’t,” and she reached up, wound her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, and pulled his mouth to hers.
She would, over time, run her tongue along all the lines of his skin, tracing him, finding every sensitive part of his body and memorising it and the way it felt against her lips, the way the salt and spice of his skin lingered on her tongue. But now, right now, with his mouth on hers, his fingers sliding along the exposed skin at her waist, all she could think was more. She needed him, every part of him, and she knew then that she would never, ever get enough.
She didn’t care that people were probably gawking at them, that they could see just how desperately she was pressing her body against his. The taste of him was driving her mad and she shouldn’t be held responsible for any acts of public indecency she might be in the process of committing. She bit down lightly on his bottom lip, smiling at the groan that escaped him, before he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes were shining with want and mischief and she could tell just how much effort it was taking for him to control himself. It mirrored, but probably didn’t quite match, the restraint she was exercising over herself.
“You can’t be doing that to me in public, Evans. We’re supposed to be setting an example. What kind of Heads are we?” Lily grinned and pressed her hips against his, “Maybe we should go back up to the castle then, if you’re going to be such a stickler for the rules.”
He smiled so broadly she thought his face might crack with the effort and she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her when he was looking at her like that, grinning stupidly at her in the middle of the high street like he’d just won the bloody lottery. She knew how he felt though, her lips were still tingling, her skin still humming, and she completely understood, now, what it felt like to have your entire body come alive, burst into flame, when you’re with someone. She craved it, never wanted it to end - James had ignited a fire in her gut that she hoped, no, knew, would never burn out.
She stepped away from him, grabbed his hand firmly in her own, and turned towards the castle.
NCT 127's reaction to when you have a lot of other guys' sweatshirts. Backstory: Your guy friends know you like borrowing their sweatshirts because they're baggy, & the NCT member knows this too since they were in your friend group too before you started dating, so they know you have all their sweatshirts, but they find out you have multiple from another friend & only one of his. Sorry, kinda complicated ㅠㅠ
NCT 127 REACTION - “When you have a lot of other guy’s hoodies”
Hey lovely! I think I know what you mean - I am guilty of this ngl…whoops! Haha! Anyway hope you like it!! <3 Luna
Okay so - you own a lot of hoodies from another guy friend (I’m going to do a different member if that’s cool!) but only one of his…Hmmm….
*I do not own any gifs! Credit to owners! Also - as always this is just my opinion and is in no way meant to offend anyone! Mwah! Luna <3*
“Hey Y/N!” Taeyong called, hurrying to catch up to you with you and your guy friend. He had known you two had always been close but right now he couldn’t help the jealousy from filling him.
Just the other day Taeyong had noticed that you had loads of hoodies from DoYoung but, his was nowhere around. He knew you didn’t mean anything of it, you were usually just cold. “What’s wrong?” you asked nudging him and hugging him that little bit closer as you walked forward.
“Nothing? I know you better than that,” you said quietly, but the glare in his eyes at DoYoung was a dead give away. “Is this about DoYoung’s hoodies again?” His lack of response was enough. “Look, I only need one from you,” you giggled looking down at yourself. “And anyway, note I only wear yours.”
Taeil had known about this habit of yours for awhile. It had annoyed him when you two had started dating simply because he felt like you preferred Johnny to him. Yes, Johnny had some pretty awesome hoodies but you weren’t dating him.
“Taeil!” you called from the room, drawers scavenged through as you were searching high and low for a particular hoody you’d borrowed from Johnny. He’d asked for it back and you’d completely forgotten you had it. “Taeil! Have you seen any of Johnny’s hoodies, I can’t find any of them!”
He laughed at you from the door. He felt good knowing that you weren’t even looking for them anymore. And, right now with his oversized hoody over your shoulders he smirked. “I gave them back. Johnny should look for his own hoodies before asking you.”
You glared at him immediately. “Seriously!” you cried throwing a t-shirt at him. “I’ve been looking for ages!” But you sighed, relieved as he smirked widely at you.
“Are you sulking again?” you laughed nudging Johnny with your elbow and grinning as he avoided your gaze.
“Nope,” he grumbled, looking down at the ground.
You pulled him to the side, cupping his face in your hands. “You know I don’t want to hurt you Johnny, if it annoys you that much I’ll give them back. Jaehyun is my best friend, I didn’t even realise it was…”
He grinned at you kissing your forehead. “You’re cute when your flustered. I’m not annoyed that you’re wearing them. I’m just concerned that you think his clothes are better than mine.”
“Hey, WinWin. Can I pinch your hoodie?” your mumbled, only to be greeted by a loud crashing noise and Yuta appearing from nowhere.
“Back off!” Yuta warned Winwin, his finger pointed at the jumper he was about to pass to you. “Put it back on. Here you go jagi,” Yuta said dramatically pulling a hoody over your head. “Have one of mine.” He pecked you quickly on the forehead before throwing Winwin a warning glare.
“I’ve put all your hoodies in a bag. If you want to see them again, you keep your clothes to yourself.” He smiled to himself before laughing and backing out of the door slowly.
a/n: sorry i missed posting on friday^^ i was very sick again and just,,, couldnt write but i hope u enjoy this!!
TAEIL → decorating the christmas tree
decorating the christmas tree brings a joy like no other and, to be honest, i really associate this with taeil. just the act of breaking out the boxes upon boxes of coloured decorations, having fun while putting them on and moving around each decoration to get it in the right place; it’s just very him to me
TAEYONG → cooking christmas dinner
overly domestic, taeyong seems to be. tbh making christmas dinner with him would be probably one of the best experiences AH. plus,,, chef!taeyong is such a Good Concept
JOHNNY → singing christmas songs
out of tune, obviously. just having fun with it and blasting out the classics on the highest volume and screaming the lyrics as loud as possible. making such a racket that others need to be called to tell y’all to calm down………… what a concept
YUTA → those ugly christmas jumpers (sweaters)
u know the ones i mean….. the overly cheesy ones with lights nd that sing when u press a certain part of them. in a nutshell, that’s yuta (also includes the ones w bad jokes nd dirty jokes)
DOYOUNG → gingerbread houses
“its a house for little people!!!!” idk he probs gets hella childish nd would LOVE making a ginger bread house. the smell of gingerbread is heavenly; a lot like he is ;)
TEN → wrapping christmas presents
a meticulous art of which people judge heavily. too much cellotape? NOPE. too little cellotape? LAZY. i bet ten’s presents are really messy
JAEHYUN → watching christmas films
u know,, those ones that are on every year nd that everyone complains abt watching like a million times??? the whole act represents jaehyun at his happiest tbh he’d love just Chillin nd watching an old classic
WINWIN → glittery christmas tree decorations
because he’s radiant
(´∀`) lets face it,, the glittery ones are the best and theyre pretty and they just Make the tree. sicheng is just so :(( shiny and radiant nd glittery
MARK → being with family
que getting emo. he just seems very,,, family orientated nd just reminds me of bein with family that maybe u havent seen for months prior to christmas :(
HAECHAN → making a mess while opening presents
yknow,, throwing wrapping paper around nd ripping it as fast as possible then watching ur parents walk around with a big black bag sighing dramatically as they pick up the littler probs tutting. ya, thts him
Chapters: 1/1, 2007 words Fandom: One Direction (Band), Little Mix (Band), Zayn Malik (Musician) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Leigh-Anne Pinnock Additional Tags: Mall AU, retail worker au, louis works at Adidas, Harry works at Lush, they fall in love Summary:
Reason #21 - To prove we’re not in a rut
“But do you think we are?” Harry asks again, scooting over a spot on the table when Louis taps his thigh to signal he needs more room for the stacks of jumpers.
“Think we are, what? Boyfriends for five months? I mean, I think it’s closer to four and three weeks, but-”
“Do you think we’re in a rut?” Harry asks, words rushed as he stares at Louis with wide eyes.
“Oh,” Louis replies, trying to stay as calm as possible.
Eddie, listen. You got more dedication, you got more heart and spirit than any of those jumpers out there. Any of them. I mean, Jesus, I spent six months trying to get rid of you. You’re a gum on my shoe, you never gave up. I mean, are you gonna give up now? At the Olympics? This is your moment. You’re Eddie the Eagle, man.