the usual 'you just scored on me' face

Drunk [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 1092
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Sirius finds himself looking after a drunk Y/n, who is determined to make it as difficult as possible for him to do so.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The party in the Gryffindor common room was in full swing, people dancing, laughing and drinking the firewhisky that lined the tables. The room was nearly too full for anyone to move around, however all anyone seemed to care about was Gryffindor winning the Quidditch match against Slytherin.

Sirius Black leant casually against a wall on the outskirts of the room, holding a half empty cup of firewhiskey in his hand as he observed the room.

Usually, he’d be right in the centre of everything, dancing with some girl he happened to find. However, tonight it was different. His eyes were locked on the Ravenclaw boy who dared to talk to you, hating him from a distance.

He told himself it was just the natural instinct of a best friend to want to protect you, but knew deep down it was so much more than that.

He didn’t want that boy touching you, because he wanted to be the only one to be able to do that.

He took a sip of his drink before allowing his eyes to wander, just for a few seconds, landing on his best friend James, who seemed to be acting like the giddy dork he was around none other than Lily Evans. Catch him around any other girl, he’d be his usual proud self, yet put him in front of the pretty redhead and he turned into a crushing schoolgirl.

Sirius couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement, before he then began looking around for Remus or Peter - whichever one he found first.

Remus, for once, actually seemed to be having fun. Though usually not the party type, James and Sirius had encouraged him to turn up, just for one night, and reluctantly, the werewolf had agreed.

Look where that got him - having much more fun than his usually overdramatic friend Sirius.

Sirius then, avoiding looking at you and the Ravenclaw, found Peter, who surprisingly, after having one too many shots, seemed to almost be the life of the party, though it was more likely he was just overly excited that James had scored the winning shot of the match.

Sirius often questioned whether his little rat friend was in love with James and his talent.

“Sirius dance with me!” He suddenly heard someone slur from his left. Turning, he couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when he saw it was you. Clearly intoxicated, you nearly fell into your best friend in your attempt to get to him faster. “Y/n! A-Are you drunk?” Sirius asked in shock, holding onto your body and pulling you close to him.

“What? Nooo..” you giggled, then began to slide a hand slowly down his chest, heading towards his pants. “Whatcha doing there?” Sirius said as he grabbed you hand to prevent it from moving lower.

You pouted, and leaned up to his ear, “Don’t you want to have some fun tonight?”

If it were in any other circumstances, Sirius would have jumped at the chance for a night with you, especially after being in love with you for so long now. But you were drunk - these thoughts weren’t your own, and he could only feel a little down about that.

“Trust me doll, any other time I would, but right now we need to get you to bed,” Sirius said as he once again steadied you on your feet.

“Do I have to?” You whined. Sirius didn’t bother replying, and instead started to lead you up the stairs to your dorm room.

It was one of the only times the stairs hadn’t knocked him back down.

He opened the door to your dorm and helped you inside as you muttered incoherent things to yourself, clinging onto Sirius’ neck.

You collapsed onto the bed as Sirius sat down and rested your feet on his lap, so he could take your shoes off for you. He placed them under your bed, before leaning over your body to try and take of your necklace, in case if caused you problems whilst you were asleep.

He ignored the closeness of your bodies, trying to distract himself from behind pressed against you, when you said, “I really like his position.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, a leg gently looping around his as you tried to lift your hips to meet his.

“And you are a very sexual drunk, baby girl, but I can’t do this to you. I won’t,” he said in a low tone, stroking your cheek with his finger as he pulled away from you with the necklace, trying not to hurt your leg as he untangled it from around his. “Then just stay with me,” you muttered sleepily, holding onto his arm so he couldn’t stand up.

Sirius’ heartbeat sped up. Did you just ask him to stay longer?

Without a word, Sirius placed the necklace on your beside table, slipping out of his trousers and climbing into the bed with you, instantly wrapping his arms around you. You looked up into his dark brown eyes, mesmerised by the way they were gazing back at you with such adoration. Your stare flickered down to his soft lips, and in your drunk state, you convinced yourself it was the perfect idea to lean over and-

Sirius thought his head was going to explode from feeling so many emotions at once when your lips brushed his. He could taste the alcohol on you, and knew, deep down, that you were just doing this because you were intoxicated. However, he pushed that out of his mind, if only for a few moments, to savour something that he would cherish forever.

You pulled away, seemingly content with kissing him, and snuggled into his chest, listening to his rising heartbeat as it lulled you to sleep.

Sirius couldn’t believe what you had just done. He couldn’t believe that you had actually kissed him. Him, your best friend, of all people. Sure, you’d been making sexual advances all night, but he never thought you’d actually do something about it without passing out first.

He couldn’t believe he had you in his arms, holding onto him so tight. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, and just watched how beautiful you looked, lying beside him with your dress clothes still on, and makeup half smudged across the pillow.

Sirius smiled to himself in a bittersweet kind of way.

You may not remember the kiss by the morning, but he was sure that he would never forget it.

naokaomori  asked:

Hey there >.0 Can I request how the Knights react to their s/o overworking so much to the point that they're worried for her but she's too stubborn to rest?

first knights request ! i took it as the s/o being the tenkousei and working hard on producer stuff, i hope that’s what you wanted ! if not you can still send another request;;;;; - admin mademoiselle


  • Izumi’s the hard worker type himself, so he won’t especially notice you’re overworking yourself at first.  He’ll just act as though it’s natural for Knights’ producer to work a lot.
  • It doesn’t help that he tends to add more work for you, by planning more idol jobs or tasking you with things he can’t do, like outfit making. He’ll get angry if you don’t answer your phone within two minutes, or if you take too long on some odd job he sent you away for. Overall, he tends to treat you as his personal assistant.
  • Soon, the things you had to do piled up. You had to work hard on costume making, concert planning and let’s not even mention your homework. This caused you to stress yourself quite badly, and one day during costume fitting you couldn’t help but burst into tears when Izumi’s jacket wouldn’t fit.
  • It was the first time you saw Izumi be confused about a situation. He quickly got a hang of himself but you witnessed him being at a loss for words for a moment. Ultimately, he decided to take you out of Knight’s small and stuffy studio for some fresh air.
  • Izumi understands work can be a bit too much sometimes, but he’s afraid to give you advice without sounding condescending or like he’s lecturing you. So he opts to just shyly hug you. It’s a very brief hug, but you felt better all the same. When he finally speaks, he’s not lecturing or being mean, but whispering in a gentle voice.
  • “You can rely on me a bit more, you know. If too many people give you things to do, you can just tell me. I’ll make sure they won’t ever charge their work on you again. Count on me like you’d do with a big brother, would you ?”
  • He sweetly kissed your forehead and made you promise to never overexert yourself again before the two of you went back to work. But this time, he was the one who ran about as everyone’s assistant, and you were allowed to sit in a corner and take a nap.
  • This you didn’t know, but he was watching over you with a smile as you slept.


  • Sometimes, Knights being so popular can be a pain. Especially when you have to make all the goodies they’re going to sell at their concerts. The other members tried to give you a hand, but they were so terrible at it that you decided to take care of it all by yourself.
  • As the live concert date got closer and closer, you started to panick. There was no way you were going to be able to finish all of the goodies in time. So you started to stay at school after class for longer and longer, and sometimes only went back home when Kunugi-sensei forced you to.
  • You also took a bit of your sleeping time to work on goodies-making. Sometimes you didn’t notice how late it was and only had a couple hours of sleep before you had to go to school again.
  • Ritsu was understandbly confused upon seeing you groggily wandering down the hallways during lunch break. “I thought I was the vampire here”, he slyly remarked. When he noticed you were too tired to even answer back with some wit of your own, he started to realize how wrong the situation was.
  • He offered some of his soda to you (the truth is, there’s too much for him to drink). The sweet, fizzy drink didn’t even help ; you were dozing off all the same. Ritsu then decided to switch to plan B and took you to his secret room. Before you knew it, you were laying in a dark and comfortable place, Ritsu’s hand gently stroking yours as he murmured sweet nothings.
  • “Don’t worry, I’ll be watching over you. You can have some sleep. I hope you dream of me…”
  • When you woke up, classes were already over. You got up in a panick, only to see Ritsu had fallen asleep too, next to you. You tried to go back to your original position to avoid waking him, but he lazily opened one red eye.
  • “Is sleeping beauty awake yet ? It’s boring watching someone else sleep, y'know….” He smirked and hugged you close, leaving you no possibility to move away from him.
  • And that’s how you got trapped into Rei’s spare coffin with Ritsu for far longer than you intended. But hey, he brought some snacks and drinks. And arranged for someone else to work on the goodies for the concert instead. You deserved some rest, and he was more than willing to help you get it.


  • Being a producer was a fulfilling job. You got to do many different things, meet a lot of people and try so many new experiences. And one of them was reviewing a new choreography for Knights’ next concert.
  • Of course, you had to practice it yourself, to see if it was feasible. Then you had to learn it, to teach everyone what they were supposed to do. Then, you had to change it, because Leo would always fuck up at some point and run into the others.
  • Dancing is a lot more physical than you’d thought. You’re not an idol, so you don’t have to be perfect at it but you must know your idols’ dance moves by heart and be able to teach them. As you were a bit insecure over being able to do that, you practiced a lot by yourself. Including at nighttime.
  • Stress and lack of sleep made you physically weaker, which in turn prompted you to become more frustrated at yourself and then train harder. How could you be Knights’ producer when you couldn’t even perform simple dance moves well…. ?
  • As you were moping in one of the dance rooms, Arashi allowed himself in. He felt you were upset the past few days, and didn’t even have to inquire about the cause. It was all too obvious.
  • Surprisingly, Arashi’s a very good teacher. He helped you memorize some of the more difficult moves and perfected the choreography with you. He praised you a lot, smiling brightly whenever you’d get a hard part right.
  • “Wow, you’re so good at it ! See, I’m sure you can do anything when you give it your best !”
  • He also is a good listener and you both sat down after practice, you saying how hard the last couple days had been for you and him listening. He was practically offended you didn’t come to him earlier for help. He also told you how worried he’d been over you, and made you promise to never do that kind of thing again.
  • “I know I said I love hardworking boys and girls, but I didn’t mean it like that, you know~  You should treat your body with respect and allow it some rest !”
  • Only one of Arashi’s warm and nice hugs was enough to make you feel instantly better. He also insisted on lending you his favorite concealer, saying with a wink that dark circles could ruin your pretty face. Arashi’s kind of like the resident big sister : you can and should come to him for advice or help !


  • One of the things that perplexed you the most about your new producer job was writing songs. Lyrics were one thing, but writing one entire song by yourself ? That sounded like a challenge.
  • At first, you didn’t have to worry about it. Leo would take care of it all. But then, after one particularly nasty cold that lasted over a week and prevented him from coming to school, he decided he should name a successor who would make songs in his place from time to time. Obviously, you were chosen.
  • Leo did give you lessons on music and composing in general, but he’s so vague you can hardly make up what he’s saying. And he often gets distracted, either by something or someone else, or by himself. He always ends the lesson writing his new song in a frenzy anywhere he can, all the while excitedly mumbling stuff about “inspiration” and “fantasies”. Needless to say, he didn’t help you much.
  • Being stubborn as you are, you still decided to work hard on it. For days. And nights, especially. But no matter what you’d come up with, it would always seem tame and lazy compared to Leo’s songs. You couldn’t help but get frustrated and unreasonably angry at yourself.
  • Leo’s pretty tactless. You knew that already. But you weren’t expecting him to shout “Whooaaa, you look like a zombie ! Zombie-chan, please bite me~” when he ran into you. Did you really look that awful ?
  • As you hesitated between being offended and actually indulging him and biting him hard enough to teach him some manners, he took you by the hand and dragged you to an empty classroom.
  • Once he closed the door, he looked at you dead in the eye. He was incredibly serious, for once. His eyes were grave, and his eyebrows tightly knitted. When he spoke, his voice was considerably lower compared to his usual happy pitch.
  • “Listen. I know you’re working too hard. It just shows on your face. But please don’t. Work is for serious people, and serious people are not really funny. Besides, I don’t want you to work yourself to death !”
  • Before you could even answer anything to that, he shoved a handful of papers in your face. You took a moment to realize they were music scores. Leo was looking at you expectantly, and when he understood you weren’t going to say anything, he sighed dramatically.
  • “They’re songs I wrote thinking of you. You know… You don’t need to work hard doing the same thing as me. I just need you to be there, and smile as usual, and make everyone happy. Please be my muse !”
  • As soon as he’d blurted that out, he gasped, his face lit up by his latest idea. “A muse ! That’s it, the inspiration is flowing !“ 
  • You spent the rest of the afternoon babysitting Leo and trying to prevent him from writing on the walls and floor, but you felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Just by being himself, Leo had that kind of effect on you. Maybe that’s the power of love.


  • If there was one word to explain what your producer job mainly consisted of, it would be : phonecalls. So many damn phonecalls.
  • Planning concerts, photoshoots, meetings with the fans and radio interviews took a large chunk of your day, everyday. Maintaining a busy timetable for the boys was already hard enough, as you also had classes of your own to attend. But Leo seemed to think it wasn’t enough and often would plan more idol jobs on a whim, or ruin your plans by deciding at the last minute that Knights wasn’t ready for their studio recording session and it would have to be postponed.
  • So, yeah. Phonecalls. At some point, you and the secretary from the nearby recording studio would become best buds if things went on that way.
  • As you tried being the best producer Knights could hope for, you had to dabble in a lot of stuff, like planning activities, managing Knights’ official social media accounts, negotiate for a spot in a commercial…. The pressure was considerable, but you kept pushing yourself further and further, even waking up in the middle of the night when you had a photoshoot idea to take some notes of it.
  • During lunch breaks, you could often be found in Knights’ studio making phonecalls. Or finishing up new outfits. Or planning a dance routine. But never eating. You took a nasty habit of skipping lunch to favor work instead. No one noticed, anyway.
  • Except someday, as you were helping Tsukasa put on his new outfit for a music video shooting, your stomach rumbled. Loud and clear. Your cheeks were burning red and you were positively glowing of embarassment but Tsukasa, being a gentleman, feigned to not having heard a thing. But then it growled again. Ten times louder.
  • As much as you were trying to get out of this situation, Tsukasa wouldn’t have it. He was very polite, but also very firm.
  • "Onee-sama, may I wonder…. if you’re sustaining yourself properly ? It is very important to eat three meals a day. Have you eaten yet ?” You couldn’t remember when your last meal was. You’d skipped breakfast that morning, since you were late for class, and now you were also skipping lunch…
  • Seeing you so unsure of when you last ate, Tsukasa felt heartbroken. He ran to his bag and gave you all the snacks he kept for later, urging you to eat something before you feel faint. He even went to buy you a drink and came back in a heartbeat. Before you could even thank him, he’d left again and came back with your favorite sandwich from the school store. You tried to resume your outfit fitting session, but he was adamant about wanting you to eat.
  • As there was way too much food for you to eat by yourself, you offered to share with him and he shyly accepted. You two then snacked on pocky and crackers, chatting about various things. Tsukasa inquired about your hobbies and your family. You did the same. He also told a few jokes, and as much as you were surprised, they were good.
  • By the end of lunch break, you were feeling relaxed and happy, and your stomach was too. You’d managed to forget a bit about work, and all thanks to Tsukasa.
The London Derby - Hector Bellerin & Eden Hazard

“Oh, to be a gooner, always and forever!”

“Boring boring Chelsea!”

The rendition of the fans’ chants echoed through the tunnels of Wembley as the hype spread. Though in writing it was only a charity match, in reality the London derby meant so much more. As intense as Spain’s El Clasico, the two clubs who’d both declared themselves the kings of London took each other on in a match that was to be far from friendly.

“Coquelin’s in a mood,” Arsene commented as I sat with him in the dugout, watching the reds take on the blues. And he was right.

The young Frenchman’s movements were slightly more aggressive than his usual, cheery self. I’d only been an assistant to the team’s doctor since the start of the summer yet the boys made it seem like I’d always been part of the team. I guess that was the magic that had the fans so invested in them, the ability to make you feel like family.

“As long as we don’t have to deal with any bruises, I’m good,” I replied, chuckling.

A kick from Chambo into the net in the 24th minute had the reds’ spirits high, and during half time the locker room was filled with loud and happy male chatter as Arsenal held the lead, in the running to winning their third trophy of the pre-season.

The second half started again and I was sat on the edge of my seat, clutching the first aid box in my hand ready to run onto the pitch at a second’s notice. Everyone was getting aggressive. Francis had already been booked and I was certain that a number of people had been escorted out of Wembley by security due to the fights breaking out in the stands.

I heard Arsene curse, as suddenly the midfield became a blur of red and blue, a fight breaking out onto the pitch that the referee was running towards, trying to break up. I caught a glimpse of the few faces, Coquelin and John Terry…with Eden Hazard and Hector Bellerin.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off the two men, my stomach knotting as they resumed playing, but it was only a matter of seconds before Hector went down, tumbling over Eden and landing on his face. My heart dropped when he didn’t get up and I was on my feet, running towards him before my boss had even opened his mouth to tell me to do so.

“Oh get up, Bellerin, stop being such a baby,” I heard Eden mutter, bent over the Catalan with his hand aggressively shaking his shoulder.

“Get away from him,” I spoke, refusing to make eye contact with him as I got on my knees beside Hector, pushing Eden’s hands off him. I didn’t even have to look at him to see the surprise written on his face, the hole his stare I could feel burning through me was enough.

“Hector? Hey, come on, let me have a look at that,” I said, urging him to turn over carefully. I pulled open the first aid box at the sight of the blood covering Hector’s hands once he’d turned over and grabbed as many tissues as I could.

“My princesa in a medical kit comes to the rescue,” he joked, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how he managed to be his usual flirty self despite the fact that there was blood streaming from his nose.

“Ah, that’s a nasty one,” I admitted, making him sit up whilst cleaning the blood off wherever it had gotten before making him tilt his head back and hold a wad of tissues against his nose.

“Here, hold the top between your finger and thumb and hold it tightly,” I told him, showing him how to properly pinch the bridge of his to stop the bleeding.

It was only then that I noticed the redness around the top of his brows and his cheekbones, knowing that would be a nasty bruise left behind. There was no way he could continue playing like that.

“I’m pulling you off,” I told him, quickly packing up the first aid box and shoving the used, bloody tissues into a separate waste bag.

“You just want me all to yourself,” Hector managed to tease again, making me roll my eyes and chuckle fondly at him, grabbing hold of his hand and helping him up.

I’d forgotten all about Eden until I was met with his steely blue gaze on me, almost making me pause. Almost bringing back memories of a time I’d done my best to forget. But I moved past him, keeping a hand on Hector’s shoulder and walking back to the dugout as Olivier gave him a thumbs up before running on to the pitch to take his place.

“Alright, let’s have a look,” my boss said, taking over to examine what exactly was wrong with Hector.

“I hit my face, mostly the left side,” Hector told him as he checked his optical responses and did the usual checks.

“We know. We saw,” I admitted to him, smiling sympathetically at him as he groaned.

“Dammit. I was hopin’ for them to see me score, not to fall flat on my face,” he grimaced, making Dr. Gary chuckle.

“You got lucky, son, it could’ve been worse. Y/N, just keep an eye on the nosebleed and some ice on the redness, try and minimize the bruising as much as possible.” He told me, before getting up and going back to take a seat beside Arsene.

“Bruising? Geez, don’t tell me something happened to my face,” Hector spoke, horrified.

I shrugged, taking out an icepack and pressing it to the left side of his face.

“You look awful, sorry, Hec. Completely ruined. It makes me sick just looking at you, can’t even recognise you anymore,” I teased, making him sigh dramatically.

“Ah, dammit. Had the looks to rely on and even that’s gone. What am I gonna do?” he replied, his tone mocking.

I laughed and shook my head, grabbing a nasal sponge out of the kit and carefully placing it up his nose to clot the bleed that was still going before attending to the other little cuts adorning his face. He winced at the sting of the alcohol swab and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, grow up you little baby,” I scolded him, smiling at the furrow of his brows and the pout on his lips.

“Oi, I’m being such a good trooper about this, I could’ve thrown a tantrum if I wanted to. But I didn’t. I’m trying to act all macho in front of you.” He replied.

“Wow, I’m honored,” I replied sarcastically, making him chuckle.

“So, can I get a kiss now? Or do I have to go back on to the pitch and fall over again?” he asked with an arch of his brow.

“You’re asking me to kiss you whilst you have a tampon up your nose?” I asked back.

“Babe, it’s a nasal sponge, please. I thought you’re the medically gifted one here, geez,” Hector teased back, making me laugh and lean in towards him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before anyone could see.

His face was smug when I pulled back and before he could say anything else, every Gooner in Wembley was cheering at the top of their lungs. I looked over to see Arsene and the other men hugging and congratulating each other, smiling with them as I realized that Arsenal were once again the winners of the trophy.


It had been almost half an hour since the boys had been celebrating on the pitch, but knowing I had to pack up the medical equipment I excused myself from the festivities and made my way back inside through the tunnel.


I froze in my tracks, the sound of his voice sending a familiar tingle up my spine that I wasn’t too happy about.

Eden stood up from where he was sat, walking towards me with an accusatory look in his eyes.

“I don’t- I have to go-” I tried to dodge him, trying to walk past him but he didn’t give up that easily, following behind me with an annoyed sigh.

“Why on earth didn’t you tell me you were in London? Where the hell have you been? And you’re working with them of all clubs? Seriously?” He spat angrily at me all at once, blocking my way and stepping in front of me, stopping me.

“Get out of my way, Eden.” I said firmly, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“No. Answer me.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Really? After 4 years, you have nothing to say?”

“You’re the one who left Lille, not me.”

“And you’re the one who stood me up. Don’t play the victim here.”

“What the hell did you expect me to do?” I hissed at him, narrowing my eyes. “You wanted the move to Chelsea, you wanted the fame and the career, Eden.”

“And I was ready to put it on hold for you, for us…for our child,” his voice turned soft, making tears prick at my eyes.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat, refusing to let it affect me.

“I wasn’t even pregnant, Eden. It was just a scare and I wasn’t going to let a silly mistake ruin neither your nor my future.”

“That’s a shit reason for walking away. I wanted you to come with me, I wanted you by my side, Y/N.”

“Well, I didn’t want to leave.” I replied defensively, crossing my arms over my chest, beginning to feel emotionally drained.

Eden snorted.

“Right. That’s why you’re in London now. Did you take up the job with Arsenal just to get my attention? Because fine, now you have it. You can stop this childish nonsense with that idiotic Barcelona boy now and-”

“God, get off your high horse,” I sneered at him. “The world doesn’t revolve around Eden Hazard and neither do I. I came here because I was offered a chance for experience before I go back to school. This has absolutely nothing to do with you. We’re through - I’m done - I’m over you.” I finished, turning around to get away from him as fast as I could.

“We’ll see about that,” was his reply.

Cute Fool - Fred Weasley Imagine

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred x Reader

“Y/N hurry up!” My mom yells.

“I´m coming!” I yell back and run to her and dad. A few days ago Weasleys invited us to spend the rest of the summer break with them at the Burrow and my parents accepted, they are old friends and they know each other a very long time. I know Weasley kids from Hogwarts but since I´m in Ravenclaw and they are in Gryffindor I don´t really hang out with them. I´m Fred and George´s year and we have some classes together.

My mom knock on the door of the Burrow and Mrs. Weasley open them.

“Oh my dear! Welcome.” Molly says hugging my mom and my dad.

“Oh Y/N, you grown up so much.” She says hugging me as well.

“Hello Mrs. Weasley.” I say hugging her back.

“Oh please dear, call me Molly.” She says and I smile.

“Kids!” Molly call for her kids and they all come downstairs running.

“This is Y/M/N, Y/D/N and Y/N, maybe you know her from Hogwarts.” Molly says introducing us.

“Hi.” I smile and wave.

“Hi, I´m Ginny.” The girl says and hug me. I believe she is the youngest in family.

“Nice to meet you Ginny.” I say and hug her back.

“I´m Ron.” Youngest boy says and shake my hand.

“You are two years under me right?” I ask him and he nods. I´m in fifth year which means he is third and Ginny, as I believe, is second.

“I´m Fred…” One twin says.

“And I´m George.” The other one says.

“No you´re not. You are Fred and you are George.” I say pointing at different one as they said.

“Blimey, how do you know? We can´t tell them apart and you can!” Ron says amazed and I grin. I didn´t even notice that by now my mom and dad left in kitchen with Molly and Arthur.

“I know you two, we are in the same year.” I say looking at the twins.

“Yeah we know, but you really can tell us apart?” George asks amazed and I nod grinning. I look at Fred to see him staring at me and I blush a little.

“One question…do you like pranks?” George speaks again and I look back at him.

“No..” I start saying and his face fell, “I love them!” I finish and he grins.

“We are going to be best friends, right Freddie.” George says nudging Fred.

“Yeah.” Fred says copying Georges grin.


I´m unpacking when I hear knock on the door.

“Come in.” I say. Molly said that I´m going to share a room with Ginny. I think we are going to be good friends, she´s really sweet.

“You need help?” Fred asks me coming near me.

“No I´m…watch…” I try to warn Fred about the suitcase but it´s too late, he already tripped and hit his leg, “Your step.” I finish trying not to laugh.

“Bloody hell.” He says sitting on Ginny´s bed.

“I´m sorry, I should have put it away.” I say and put that suitcase under my bed.

“It´s my fault, I should have watched where I was going.” He says.

“ just wanted to tell you that whenever you want you can hang out with me and George, and you can always come to our room.” He says standing up.

“Thanks, I´ll be right there, I just need to put away a few more stuffs.” I say smiling and he nods.

“Alright, we´ll be there.” He says leaving the room. I must admit that he´s really cute.


I finished unpacking and now I came to the twins room and knock on their door.

“Come in.” I hear George say and I open the door.

“Hey guys.” I say smiling.

“Hey Y/N.” They both say at the same time. I look around the room to see that all kind of pranks are all over the room.

“Wow.” I say and they grin.

“You like it?” Fred asks.

“Are you kidding? I love it. I was always into pranks but it always annoyed my mom and dad so I kind of stopped pranking.” I say sitting on Fred´s bed and they look at each other knowingly.

“That´s too bad. But as long as you are here you are going to be a pranking queen.” George says winking and I chuckle.

“Thanks guys.” I say and Fred gets of the bed.

“You are going to love this.” He says and pick up one thing.

“Fred no..” George tries to warn him but he was to late, Fred opened the thing and it exploded in his face, “That one is still in process.” George finishes and the two of us start to laugh while Fred just stand there with black color on his face.

“You have something on your face.” I say stifling a laugh.

“Where?” Fred asks.

“Everywhere.” I say and laugh again with George and I see Fred rolling his eyes grinning.

“Hey, you know how to fly?” George asks me after a while of sitting in their room just talking, joking and laughing.

“Yes.” I reply confused, “Have you not seen me on a quidditch matches?” I ask them.

“You are on the team?” They both ask surprised and I roll my eyes.

“I´m chaser, the one who usually scores the most points.” I say and their mouths fell open.

“That´s you?!” They say at the same time again.

“Seriously, stop that. And yes that´s me.” I say.

“You are the best chaser on the Ravenclaw quidditch team and the best chaser in the school! Luckily we have Harry or you would definitely win.” Fred says amazed and I smile.

“Thanks.” I say.

“Wanna fly a little?” George asks me and I nod.

“Sure.” I say standing up and following them outside.

“Here you can take Ron´s broom.” George says and I take the broom and kick myself of off the ground.

“Come on already!” I yell down at them and they grin.

“Race?” George asks and Fred nods.

“You really wanna race with me?” I ask grinning.

“Hey! You may be fast but we are not that slow too you know.” George says and I shrug.

“Alright. On three to that tree.” I point at one tree and they nod.

“One.” Fred starts.

“Two.” George continues.

“Three.” I finish and lean forward on my broom. In one moment we were all neck to neck but in the next moment I speed up and leave them in dust behind. I stop when I got to the tree and spin around to see twins coming with wide eyes.

“Are you kidding?!” Fred yells and I laugh.

“Told ya.” I say and they sigh.

“I should be annoyed but I´m just really happy that I met you and that we can hang out with you. You´re really cool, to bad you´re not in Gryffindor.” George says and I smile.

“Thanks guys, I´m happy that I met you too.” I say and they smile back.

“Hey watch this.” Fred says and try to make a flip on his broom but when he got upside down he fell on the ground, luckily we weren´t so high in the air. George starts to laugh and I fly down to Fred.

“Are you ok?” I ask him and kneel next to him.

“Yeah.” He says supporting himself on the right elbow and rubbing his head with the left hand.

“What were you thinking?” I ask him and he looks at me.

“I don´t know.” He says and I help him to get up. What I didn´t know is that he tried to impress me.

“Dinner!” We hear Molly yell from the house and we look at each other before all three of us sprint back into the house.

“Ah there you are.” Molly says and we sit at the table. I sit in the middle of Fred and Ginny and accidentally brush my hand against Fred´s and we look at each other both blushing. I clear my throat awkwardly and grab some sausages and we start our dinner.


After dinner was over we all sat in the living room. I chatted with Fred and George and I didn´t even notice that everyone left to go to sleep except the three of us.

“So Y/N do you maybe have a boyfriend?” George asks me grinning.

“Actually George, I don´t.” I say and I swear I heard Fred sigh but I didn´t said anything. Fred stand up to get some water and George keep questioning me.

“How come that such a beautiful and brilliant girl doesn´t have a boyfriend?” George asks me and I chuckle.

“Maybe she´s just waiting for her mister charming.” Fred says and I look at him to see him flicking his hair leaning on the kitchen doorframe. I roll my eyes playfully while grinning. Suddenly his arm slips and he falls flat on his face.

“Fred.” I say standing up and going to him. I look at George to see him face stuffed in a pillow while laughing and I grin again.

“I´m fine.” He says sighing while still lying on the floor.

“Do you want to kill yourself today?” I ask him grinning and he sigh again.

“I made a complete fool of myself today.” He says and I look at him softly.

“Maybe just a little, but I think you were cute.” I say looking him in the eyes and he smile a little.

“Okay I´m going to leave you two to it. But brother seriously try not to kill yourself.” George says still laughing a little bit and Fred stick his tongue out at him and George leaves upstairs to his room.

“So are you usually this clumsy or today is a special day?” I ask Fred as he´s standing up.

“Today you came.” He says sitting on the couch next to me.

“What?” I ask him confused.

“Well…I…you see..” He stutter rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Just say it.” I say and he takes a deep breath.

“I did all these thing with a intention to impress you. Because I like you, a lot.” He says taking my hand in his and my eyes widen a bit.

“Really?” I ask him and he nods.

“Really. But instead of impressing you I made a fool of myself.” He says.

“As I said, I think you were cute.” I say smiling and he smile back, “And I like you too.” I say and he crash his lips against mine. I put my hands on his neck and kiss him back while he wrap his hands around my waist. We pull away slowly looking into each others eyes and smiling. He lean his forehead against mine.

“Be mine?” He asks smiling.

“After all these things you have done to impress me, how could I not.” I say grinning and he chuckle a little before kissing me again. I think he never imagined that making a fool of himself would bring him a girlfriend.


aria-of-the-abyss  asked:

What would the Iwatobi boys, Sousuke and Rin, do if they want to kiss their gf but just can't find the right timing? Note: Yay! A fellow imagine maker, nice to meet you! though I don't make imagines about Free~ :3

Howdy! I checked your blog out, your scenarios are great! This ask’s hilarious! btw

Haru: Haru lay in is bath tub, feeling quite annoyed. These past couple  of days he had been overcome with the desire to kiss you, unfortunately he kept getting interrupted, by you! Initially he thought you were doing it on purpose, but then he realised that you were just damn clueless. He partially blamed it on his own poor timing, he probably shouldn’t try to kiss you when you were rambling to him about your day, or when you were cooking, or whilst you were yelling at him two days ago when he tried to swim in the public fountain; but it wasn’t his fault that you looked so beautiful at that moment at time. You were to blame! Yes it was all your fault. “Haru, Haru!” Speak of the devil, oh right! Shoot! You two were going to the cinemas today, man were you going to be irritated when you saw that he wasn’t ready.  
“Haruka!” His bathroom door was slammed open, and he was greeted by your vexed form. “God damn it!” The movie starts in twenty minutes! You said marching over to the tub, your boyfriend, just fixed you with a blank look. “Jesus christ, Haru!” You exclaimed in frustration, grabbing his arm in a vain attempt to pull him out of the tub, you stopped struggling when you felt his wet hand curl around your wrist, pulling you down onto your knees, “God da-” you felt your boyfriend, place a hand around your head before he pulled your forward allowing your lips to meet in a firm and deep kiss. When he pulled back, he stared at you for a couple of seconds before saying, “c’mon we’re getting late,” as he got out of the tub.

Rei:  He was  currently feeling a mixture of embarrassment and discouragement. Over the past two weeks Rei’s curiosity had gotten the better of him and so he decided that it was now time to take the next step in your guys relationship; unfortunately for him however his advancements had failed due to his blunders and his teams interruptions, mainly by Kou and Nagisa. He sighed to himself, maybe he never should have tried to kiss you, he should just let it happen. Smiling softly to himself he finished packing up and headed outside the change-rooms, only to be greeted by your grinning face. “Hey there!” You said cheerfully, “thought you could walk me home.”
When two reached your doorstep, you turned and gave your boyfriend a smile, thanks for walking me home Rei.” 
“No need to thank me _________, I wanted to.” He said with a sincere smile making you feel all warm and tingly inside; giving into the moment you leaned in and pressed a soft peck on his lips. As you pulled back, you felt him deepen the kiss, eyes widening you gave into the moment. Once you two pulled back for air, you gave him a shy smile before heading back inside; leaving your boyfriend dazed as his fingers automatically touched his lips.

Sosuke: Sosuke was a very straight forward person, especially when it came to his feelings. So he was feeling a bit confused as to why every time he went to lean in for a kiss, something always came in the way; and pretty much every time it was out of his control. Did karma actually hate him that much? I mean it’s already rudely put his swimming career on hold, does it really feel the need to put his love life on pause to? Chuckling, he turned and stared at the sky, well he always loved challenges, alright karma, bring it.
When you boyfriend picked you up after work that afternoon you noticed that he seemed to be in a really good mood. “What’s got you in such a great mood hmm?” You asked cheekily, your boyfriend just gazed down at your face, shrugging his shoulders he said, “nothing really.” Confused, you just continued walking, “Hey want to get something to drink?” Sosuke asked as you passed your local convenience store; “sure.” You waited outside as you boyfriend went to fetch you two something to drink. He returned a couple of minutes later, with two slushies.
“Oooh thanks Sou,” you said reaching over to grab your slushie, “uh uh uh _______ you gotta pay me first.” He said with a sly grin. ‘Oh right! Sorry babe,” you said as you reached into your handbag for your wallet, hearing your boyfriend chuckle as you did so, you turned around to see him wearing an amused grin. “Not with money ______,” he said tapping his lips. Your eyes winded at this, chuckling Sosuke moved closer towards you until your foreheads where touching, “so what do you say?” He asked lowly, you felt your head nod and that was all the conformation your boyfriend needed as he dipped down and pulled you into a short but passionate kiss, that left your lips aflame. Pulling back, he handed you your slushie, with his signature grin. “Let’s go” He said taking your hand as you two continued walking home.

Makoto: The first time he wanted to kiss you, was when he had dropped off at your doorstep after confirming that you two were indeed going official. The moment he began to lean forward, the door was opened by your father. He retreated back instantly; his cheeks flaming red. It had been a week since then, and he still hadn’t managed to successfully kiss you. You and Makoto were talking a pleasant evening stroll when you noticed that your boyfriend was being very fidgety, you turned and faced him, mid stroll. 
“What’s wrong love?” You asked squeezing his hands. Eyes widening as a blush formed on his face, your boyfriend turned his face to the side and said. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s clearly something, you couldn’t be more obvious,” you said with a knowing smile. Realising that he had been caught, your boyfriend wore an embarrassed smile, “ahh,” he said laughing whilst rubbing the back of his neck. “Well you got me, I guess theres no point hiding it anymore, right?” He said with a cute smile; confused, you said “I uh, I guess not.” Chuckling, your boyfriend cupped you cheek as he leant in and gave you a sweet, deep kiss. Your eyes were still open in shock as he pulled away, “I’ve been wanting do that for a while” he said with a sweet smile, as he resumed holding your hand before continuing on your stroll. 

Nagisa: Nagisa glared at the television screen, you two were at your place playing Mario kart and he was currently coming 11th; but that was the least of his concerns. He was currently at this moment in time, filled with frustration and a desire to kiss you. He really wanted to kiss you, and he has every right to feel that way, you were his girlfriend damn it! But why was it that every time he tried to make a move you somehow were always distracted with some insignificant object whether it be your phone, book or PSP. And although he tried to direct your attention to himself, you always just brushed him off saying, “not now Nagi.” Pouting he decided to take out his frustrations on an unsuspecting baby peach, knocking her off rainbow road. He ended up finishing in 10th place, whilst you came in 2nd. “Hey Nagi, what’s eating you?” Your boyfriend seemed to be in a foul mood, he had playing the entire time with a scowl planted on his usually cheerful face, and lets not mention his poor score. Nagisa turned and faced you, “It’s you ______.” He said pouting, “me?” You asked in surprise. 
“Yes, I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you so bad! But every time I try to, you just brush me off, and continue reading or looking at your phone!”
You blushed a little at his outburst, “I-Idiot, why didn’t you just say so” you mumbled embarrassed. “So I can kiss you?” He asked surprised, “well yeah, I mean we are a couple aren’t we?” you said with an embarrassed smile. With a huge grin on his face, your boyfriend grabbed you shoulder and pulled you into a clumsy, enthusiastic yet sweet kiss. 

Rin: He was feeling incredibly irritated; these past three days he had tried planting one on you but kept getting interrupted! The first time was when Momo had barged into his room after a particularly good study session with you. The second time was worse because you two were actually having a moment, and he had his game on damn it! He had you blushing and returning his flirty smiles but the moment he leaned it, Sosuke had just opened the door and casually strolled in like he owned the damn place, well it was his room too, BUT STILL! The third time he actually lost it, It was after swim practice, he had you pressed against a wall, his arm over your head and when he leant in for the kill, the classic case of phone cock-block happened and what was worse, it was a telemarketer so he let them have it!
He was laying in his bed mulling these thoughts over when he had an epiphany, he was never going to have the perfect kissing moment with you, life was just one huge cockblock! If he wanted to kiss you, he’d just have to go for it, no planning, no waiting; just get in there and go for it.  So with this sudden rush of adrenaline he grabbed his keys and headed off to your place. You were surprised when you heard your doorbell go off at 9:30 in the evening, who in their right mind would visit this late on a monday. Upon opening the door you were greeted by your boyfriend, who was staring at you intently. “Ri-” you were cut off by his lips pulling you into a deep and sensual kiss, when you two finally pulled back for air, Rin pressed his forehead against yours, “hey” he whispered huskily. 

Confrontation (Joe Sugg Imagine)

‘Well what about this one?’ You asked holding up yet another video game. You were at Joe’s flat, he’d been away for a while and it seemed like standard procedure for you to go round, play video games and hear all about his antics. Whilst Joe was usually over the moon to see you today was different and talking to him was like talking to a brick wall.

‘Yeah fine whatever’ Joe said seeming more engrossed in his phone.

‘You’ve said that about every game, you must have some preference.’

'I’m into anything.’ He shrugged and you looked at him waiting for him to realise what exactly he’d said 'Not like that.’ He rolled his eyes at the smirk on your face before glancing back at his phone screen.

'Fine, Fifa it is’ you loaded the game and started playing. Usually Joe would beat you hands down but for some reason you were able to score in the first few seconds of playing.

'Joe you’re not even trying!’ You complained looking over to see Joe on his phone once again 'who are you texting anyway?’

'Why does it matter?’ He asked irritatedly swapping his phone for the controller.

'You’ve been texting the whole time that I’ve been here, don’t invite me over if you’re just going to ignore me’

'I’m not ignoring you, I invited you over didn’t I?’

'Well I wouldn’t have bothered coming if I knew you were going to be like this!’

'Stop being so argumentative’

'What? I’m not being argumentative Joe I’m just trying to get you to talk to me, have I done something wrong?’

'You haven’t done anything just stop making a big deal over nothing’ Joe sighed clearly bored of your conversation.

'Then stop being such a rubbish friend’ you complained. You were getting sick of Joe refusing to pay you any attention.

'Maybe I don’t want to be your friend’

'What?’ You tried your hardest to stop your voice from cracking. 'Why not? I must have done something for you to say that, just tell me!’

'I already said you haven’t done anything, you don’t get it… I hate this, I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. I like you Y/N’

'Why are you only just telling me this now?’

'Because it’s us. You’re my best friend and I didn’t want to ruin it, but I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. I’m sorry’ he placed his hand on your knee hesitantly.

'You should have told me’ you entwined your fingers with his 'because I would’ve told you that I feel exactly the same way’

Luhan - ELLE Interview

Luhan, when you read out his name, you will never know how many people’s hearts are beating fast for him. If you ask him how he feels being supported and loved by thousands and thousands of fans, he won’t know how to answer you too.

His shyness and quietness makes it seems like it is his first day being an artist, he remains unmoved by honour or disgrace, as if the story of his life was already written beforehand.

When he was 18, he was scouted by the talent agent on the streets of Seoul. When he was 20, he stepped into the magnificent and busy entertainment world. When he was 22, he become the lead dancer, singer and the visual of a popular group. When he was 24, he was determined to cut off all the links with his past, return to his home in Beijing, and begin anew. 

It was difficult for him to explain everything clearly, not only to people like us who he has just met, even to his close friends. His friends who have been hanging out with him since middle-school talked about him studying overseas in Korea, joining the entertainment industry etc, but they had no idea about the hardships he went through. We could only predict how he was able to become the Luhan of today.

On a cold day in Beijing, we called Luhan out. After two days of observations and interactions, he is honest, generous, warm-hearted, easy-going. Everyone was touched by his care, at the end you would probably start to imagine, if you could see him every time you open your eyes in the morning, there’s no point fearing the unending changes of the world.

A “Simple Beijing Man”

When we first met him, he stopped whatever he was doing, he personally stood up from his seat, bowed, and greeted us with a handshake. Nothing has even happened but he already started to thank everyone.

The room was decorated in a way that it seemed like an ordinary winter morning with warm light shining into the room. He lied on the bed, looked up with anxiety and curiosity. The things that were going to happen were all new to him, with no preparations, he laughed.

Well, you know, he gets a little shy, “I’ll feel awkward/embarrassed…..”, he laughed immediately after finishing the sentence.

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A short SouMako drabble from FREE, I intended to write a couple drabble for these baby along with a doodle and oh Sou’s a policeman while Mako’s firefighter like the ending theme /u\ my english’s that suck but yeah, please bear with me /sobs

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Cool Breeze, Gentle Fire.

1. An Introduction
Makoto’s POV

The pretty boy with his stunning red hairs and strong gaze. The handsome boy with his cool black hairs and a pair of misleading eyes. That’s what I can described, as short as I can, about the duo from Samezuka when the first time I saw them.

“The Iwatobi stunning golden duo” like me and Haru, as I quoted from Nagisa’s masterpiece words.

We–me and Sou was never know each other before – but thanks to Rin eagerness to introduce his best friend to us, I got to know him.
Talk less do more, Sou is a man of action. He got that gloomy and scowling face as his usual set up, deep and cool voice, and those cold eyes that makes me a bit scared.
But well that’s just my first impression of course.

I greet him with smile as I offer him my hand, like usual.

“Makoto.. Tachibana Makoto.”

It took a while before he greet me back, Rin has to poke his rib and give him that annoying voice. Even Haru use his intimidating gaze for Sou’s act.
He give me that ‘I’m scoring you so wait a bit’ look before he take my hand and introduce himself.

“Sousuke.. Yamazaki Sousuke.”

“Nice to meet you, Yamazaki-kun..”

“Yeah, right back at you.”

And that’s about 5 years ago, when I first know him.
The cool breeze from Samezuka.

Hihi. My body is riddled with a few deep bruises. I hit a jump on Sunday, landed in the back seat of my skis, and took a graceful tumble over one of them.

Wednesday night was so great though. Tree skiing through powder, steeps with freshies, and one turn that would have made my whole night worthwhile even if the rest of the night had been garbage. Fourteen days logged.

Speaking of bruises, though, I got cleated again last night in the soccer season opener. Return of the Zombie Knee.

After the game a man from the other team approached me. “Hey, you were great. If you weren’t playing tonight, our girls would have scored a LOT more. They can usually get around anyone.” Hey, thanks, guy! A friend later told me he said to her, “if she were on our team, you guys wouldn’t have scored any goals and we’d have won by a lot more.” On second thought, let me kick this ball into your face.

I went to Bingo with a couple of friends and a bunch of their friends after the game (still dressed in soccer apparel). Everyone thought I was drunk because I was shamelessly sharing bathroom stories from trips to developing countries and prancing around in shorts while it’s snowing. Sorry, that’s just me.

Dress again. Skiing after work. My knitting misses me.