those tears are so precious ;~;

I’m so tired of people thinking that if something is meant to be, it will be, especially in regards to relationships.

Relationships are work, whether they’re romantic or platonic, and if the other person isn’t willing to reciprocate what you’re willing to put in to that relationship. Walk away.

Save yourself the hurt, save yourself the tears, & realize that there is so much more to life than feeling like you are not worth someone else’s effort.

I don’t believe in soulmates. I believe that everyone experiences life differently, and those who adapt more quickly, succeed more often. Adapt to your surroundings, to your relationships, to your obstacles, and you will have a successful life, a happy life, and fulfilled relationships.

Life is way too damn precious for wasted energy.

elaineloves2sing123  asked:

14 for Manorian :) Thank you

Pregnancy/Birth Headcanon:

  • The day Manon discovers she is with child she flies on Abraxos to seek guidance from Asterin.

  • Her Second is calm in the midst of the whirlwind running through Manon’s mind.

  • The thought of being pregnant makes her feel exhilarated as if she were flying on her wyvern’s back, yet uncertainty taints that joy. 

  • Days later she returned back to Adarlan where a worried Dorian waited for her on his balcony. He ran to the open gardens where Abraxos had landed with Manon.

  • Manon is straightforward in telling him that he is going to be the father of their child.

  • Dorian can hardly believe it, but he soon is quite welcoming to the idea.

  • By the end of the month he has already planned out a nursery in the castle, but he and Manon can not decide on colors for the room.

  • Eventually they settle on a light blue shade with gold and white accents.

  • During the pregnancy Manon is quite hungry. She devours so many meals per day that the cooks can hardly keep up with her odd cravings.

  • More than that she hungers for Dorian in bed. 

  • At first Dorian was not opposed to sating his lover’s sexual appetite, but soon the King of Adarlan legs become to sore to walk on. Let alone he can barely get out of bed after some of the more intense nights. Even using his invisible hands has become exhausting!

  • It’s all worth it though when Manon gives birth to a healthy little girl.

  • The Thirteen all arrive to meet the the latest addition to their family.

  • Dorian is already filling in the fatherly role by rocking his newborn to sleep. Each of the Thirteen wait patiently for a turn to hold the child, but they proudly watch the King care for the little bundle in his arms.

  • Manon watches Dorian with the faintest of smiles. Her golden eyes shimmering with unshed tears at seeing her precious child safe in the arms of the one man who she loves dearly.

  • It isn’t long though before Abraxos is flying outside and lands on the balcony. His whining and pouting lead Dorian to open the door so the wyvern can stick his head in and see the little baby.

  • Abraxos sniffs the baby and his tail thumps happily against the brick wall at being introduced to the baby. He then gently licks those rosy cheeks in greeting and Dorian almost has a fit.

  • “No slobbering on the baby! You are not a dog Abraxos and I expect better manners-”

  • Abraxos gives Dorian a huge lick on the face that messes up the King’s dark hair and tilts the crown on his head.

  • This causes Manon to laugh louder than she ever has before. A loud cackling that is soon joined in by the other witches.

  • Dorian rolls his eyes though he does notice that it appears as though Abraxos is snickering as well.

alright, i managed to get the first part of this done! its a little short i know, but i didnt want to make it too too long and ruin the next part

colorblind lance, but still set in canonverse, endgame ship is klance

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Waxen - Prologue/Part 1

Ever since Lance was young, he wanted to be a pilot. He couldn’t imagine being anything else no matter how hard he tried. That is, until he got into elementary school. That’s where his dreams all came crashing down around him.

It was a short while into kindergarten year, only one or two weeks, when Lance was 6 years old, and they had been learning about the different colors, specifically of the rainbow.

Lance didn’t really understand what his teacher was talking about when she described the colors, saying that red was the color of an apple, that green was the color of the leaves, that blue was the color of the sky when there weren’t any clouds– to him, all the colors looked the same! He didn’t say this though, instead just nodding along with the rest of his class.

When his teacher handed out coloring pages and gave them an order to color the arches in, he did his best to follow the instructions they had been given, but all of the crayons looked the same.

He couldn’t tell which one was this ‘violet’ color, or which was the color of the sky. Different shades of black and white sat in front of his eyes, and he ended up with a rainbow of neons and blues instead of the ordered arches that supposedly appeared in the sky after it rains.

When his teacher confronted him about his poor color choices at the end of class, right before lunch, he simply tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?” He questioned, dark brows furrowed on his tanned face. “I colored the way you said to.”

The teacher looked confused and still a bit angry, crossing her arms over her chest as she gazed down at him. “You only got one color right, Lance. All the rest were wrong.” She tried to explain, pointing to each arch of crayon-filled color.

This, of course, only confused Lance more, gazing at the paper as his features contorted unashamedly and he shrugged. “All the colors look the same to me. I guess I mixed then up.”

When he said this, the last of the woman’s anger fell away and was replaced by confusion, and then turned to understanding. “Alright Lance, it’s okay. Go on to lunch, I have to make a few calls.”

That afternoon when he got home his mom had begun to question him about his day, seemingly trying to question him about something specific. Silence came, which lapsed into minutes of awkward tension and concerned glances his from his mother.

“… So.. Your teacher called me today.” She finally spoke, voice gentle as they sat in their small living room alone, his older siblings at their respective sports and his littler siblings were down for naps.

“She said you were having trouble… Telling the colors apart?” Ama took the opportunity to glance at him, frowning when he just shrugged and looked off to the side. “Is that true?”

Lance stayed quiet for a moment before shrugging and nodding a little, chewing gently on his baby soft lips. “I guess… Everything just kinda looks black and white and grey to me?” He tries to explain, fidgeting on the couch quietly.

His mother inhaled a bit, a soft gasp as she gazed at her precious baby boy. “I… Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?” She questions, carefully moving closer to him and gently rubbing his back. More than anything, she was worried that he hadn’t told her because he didn’t trust her– or something along those lines– so when he spoke she was rather relieved.

“I just.. I thought everyone saw this way..” He mumbles gently as he leans into her comforting touch, eyes filling with tears as he gazes up at her in a sudden spurt of fear. “I’m not dying, right? I’m not gonna die?”

The emotions that so clearly showed on his face and in his crystalline blue orbs made her heart wrench in her chest, shaking her head quickly. “No, no, of course not sweetie. Something like that would never kill you.” She murmurs, pulling him into a tight hug and sighing gently.

“But.. Lance, I do have to tell you… If you can’t see color, you… You can’t be a pilot.”

Seventeen’s 2nd Anniversary Awards
  • The Friendship Award: Kim Mingyu (the member who contributed to the cooperation of Seventeen with his excellent arbitration skills) 
  • The Pro Gamer Award: Lee Jihoon (despite his busy schedule, this member never fails to play smartphone mobile games and online computer games) 
  • The Nobel Prize: Kwon Soonyoung (the member who has displayed creative ideas and has shown his wits) 
  • The Trust Award: Choi Seungcheol (the member who showed his trustworthiness) 
  • The Random Award: Wen Junhui (this member, despite his good looks, with his random actions and words got a big laugh from everyone) 
  • The God of Liberty Award: Chwe Hansol (this member is unique with his free spirit and god-like looks; he’s done good for this world) 
  • The Smile Award: Lee Seokmin (this member always smiles brightly and gives happy energy to those who see it) 
  • The Boy Who Cries Sheep Award: Yoon Jeonghan (the member who made the other members stronger with his pranks) 
  • The Unexpected Award: Hong Jisoo (the member who has unexpected attractiveness, contrary to his gentle image)
  • The Fashion Leader Award: Xu Minghao (with legs that are more superior to those of a model and his unique fashion sense, this member has become a joy to the eyes of fans) 
  • The Adult Award: Lee Chan (from the cutest and youngest of Seventeen, this member has grown up to be a fine man) 
  • The Beyond Imagination Award: Jeon Wonwoo (the member who makes four-dimensional jokes that are unimaginable) 
  • The Golden Microphone Award: Boo Seungkwan (to appreciate when this member showed some funny sides of himself; because of this member, whenever Seventeen appears on entertainment shows, things progress very smoothly) 
Exordium experience :) ~

Firstly…. It was raining the entire time so that wasn’t fun, but I met so many nice people and had a nice time regardless of the rain. Now onto the important parts.

Let me just say this………… I kno i saw exo last year but nothing could’ve prepared me for what I just saw… With my own two eyes…..

Chanyeol is.. Tall perfection. I hate using this word but imma say it, he’s got all the swag in the world. Honestly he’s so talented, the guitars the rapping everything was amazing. HE IS SO TALL Djdjdjdjdndndkkksksk step on me!!!! He kept teasing my section, at the very end acting like he was going to throw us his hat then he was like SIKE LOL.

KYUNGSOO is honestly the one who surprised me most because I was literally and legitimately stunned by his glowing beauty. His smile.. He kept laughing. He asked us if we were hungry and we all said yes and he was like.. “me too” and then laughed and I could’ve died right then and there. His voice so so clear and steady, so amazing, he is very tiny! Beautiful tiny man.

JONGIN JDJDJDJSBSBSBSJSBSHZJ TELL ME WHY HE IS THE BEST DANCER AND PERFORMER I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!!!!!!!! HIS DANCING… DEAR LORD. He kept making these faces at us! Those sexy faces with the lip bites and he kept waving at my section along with ksoo. He was sO tan and glistening (rlly he was sweating a lot) and honestly I’m just so happy I saw him healthy and well. Oh except he said he went to CVS to buy medicines Jdjdjdjsbsbsbsjsbshzjz well SUHO said it was CVS. (CBC HE SAID LOL THEN SAID CVS DJJSKS)

SUHO, EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED. He told corny jokes, he looked at us like precious pearls, he made me tear up, he was so genuinely sweet. He’s so beautiful. Kinda short like Chen but not as tiny as ksoo and Minseok.

JONGDAE SJSJJSNDBX what a sweet man. He kept waving to each individual section, making sure to wave at everyone.. Which I found so sweet. His voice was unreal. I thought I was listening to the CD the entire time. His laugh…. Oh my God.. HE WENT TO SEE CHICAGO AND SAID HE RLLY LIKED IT, he likes musicals a lot!! Just like last time he took the time to make sure everyone’s section got some love, he would lean up on his toes and wave up to the higher up levels and everyone would scream, it was so incredibly sweet.

Sehun! Man oh man where do I begin. Firstly he looks like a Calvin Klein model. He was so slender but lean and beautiful and oh my God so tan?? He kept waving to us, he was in my section a whole lot along with Minseok which… Lmao……. I’ll get to him lord help me anyways oh sehun is am angel he is SO ATTRACTIVE and he carried around a doll that looked like vivi so that was adorable.

Baekhyun…. King of facial expression.. King of good looks… King of amazing eye make up… He kept smirking???? I felt like it was a personal show just for me everytime he came to my section. He sang so well as always, so steady and beautiful. He looks even better in person which is saying something since he fine af on screen. Anyways his dancing was superb.. I had to use that word just to make sure you understand how amazingly he performs. He was everything I wanted to see and more.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST Y'ALL LISTEN……. He pelvic thrusted into my actual FACE I’m not sure if I’m actually alive or writing from the grave but…… He was.. Just so perfect?? SUCH A TINY TINY MAN OH MY GOD HE’S TINY (I would give him 5'6 which is my height but still) very skinny but not as skinny as Jongdae. Minseok didn’t make eye contact with me but he did send our section a bunch of hearts, I saved each one for a rainy day, whenever I’m sad I’m going to remember Minseok sending me a heart LOL. He was very playful.. Jumping around and dancing. He said he doesn’t dance in the show cause he doesn’t wanna slip but he dances with his upper body dkmdmsmsnsnjdsnsbsjsjsjs then he started dancing, I have the video I’ll upload if anyone cares to see. HE JUST MADE ME WANNA CRY ALL THE TIME!! SO MUCH STUBBLE HE WAS SO HANDSOME. I love him so much. The best dancer apart from Kai, for sure.. Actually sehun was amazing too but kms is a close second. HE RLLY DABBED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MEDLEY SECTION LOL I’M LIKE BOI IF U DONT
ANYWAYS I’M EVEN MORE SURE AFTER TONIGHT THAT MINSEOK IS MY BIAS BUT KYUNGSOO MAY HAVE RUINED THE ACTUAL LIST CAUSE YA GIRL FELL IN LOVE TONIGHT.

Tonight was so special for me, seeing exo again but up close. They’re unreasonably attractive. Better than on screen I mean they’re REAL LIFE hot, really ridiculous, double take worthy attractive. Especially Sehun and Kyungsoo.

They told us they’re going back to Korea to work on the album and they will be back to us with the new songs, Suho asked if we would support it so obviously we said yes and he smiled….. I smiled….. It was something… We rlly had a moment. I only got to make eye contact with him for a short moment but it was all I needed to survive 2017 lol

Mc Looking After Deaged RFA members + Saeran

Aight
So we’re ignoring Rika for this one
Just a random thought I had at 2 am and couldn’t get outa my head.
Assuming by some magic shenanigans, everyone in the RFA is suddenly like four to six years old and MC has to mom them until they figure out how to undo this

•Jumin and V would 100% be inseparable. Jumin will NOT talk (decently) to anyone who isn’t V. They’d be joint at the hip and just sort of babble in six year old Korean. If they were to find plastic flowers lying around, they’d attempt to make bff flower crowns probably.

•Jumin’s looks like a pathetic rose boomerang but DAMN V is greAt at this kid’s got art skills

•V’s actually v sweet and thoughtful even as a baby. He’d probably try to get you a glass of water when he notices how worn out you are by this baby sitting thing (except he’s like barely six and can’t reach the water dispenser much less the sink) so he just ends up staring at you with large teal eyes

• Totally loves when you give him attention bc his parents were inattentive af but he won’t bother you for it

• in general precious angel. Total good boy

• Jumin’s another story tho

• Hella hard to please. Won’t eat just anything

• Until the MC makes him pancakes and he’s like

• ??? am I in heaven??

• Is actually really really really clingy when MC starts growing on him

• Always wants you to pay attention to him and WILL badger you for it at all possible times

• But not with words cause the kiddo can’t express his needs well, even as a six year old. He’d just poke you. And stare. Possibly hold his arms out for you like “carry me you peasant ”

• jaehee is just adorable

• Even as a baby she’s incredibly smart

• she follows you around and gazes a lot. Very curious. Usually she’s that ones kid who asks all the what, how and why questions.

• She’d be extremely timid and reluctant to open up to you, but once she does; BOI IS SHE A CHATTERBOX

• She adores when you give her attention but tries not to show it. Cuddle her and kiss her cheek and she’ll be so happy she’ll internally melt.

• Saeran and Saeyoung, let’s say they’re around five- would be pretty much like Jumin and V. Pretty inseparable

• Except Saeyoung loves to wander around and pull the other kids’ hair and just mess with them in general

• More than once one of them will come crying because of something Saeyoung does

• But then Saeyoung gets really confused if you get mad at him because?? He was just being affectionate?? For real? How was he supposed to know squeezing them in THAT tight of a hug would hurt?

• Much like Jumin, he’s a little shit and honestly just wants you to give him attention. But he’s blab about it in an obnoxiously loud way, all like “NOTICE ME!”

• Constantly poking you

• Saeran is very very restless

• Kid walks fucking everywhere

• That’s OK tho because Saeyoung always follows him to make sure he doesn’t get locked up in the fridge accidentally (-again-)

• Saeyoung hugs him hardest of all

• Saeran probs has high pain tolerance because of that lmao (-I’m sorry don’t kill me-)

• Kind of intimdated by you tbh? Like he does want the cuddles and the kisses and he secretly needs the attention but Saeran’s also kind of anxious about it?

• Zen tho

• Zen thinks he’s the best kid of all

• Constantly tries to prove it

• Tries to break the child/mum relationship and be a caretaker along your side

• He’s six, for God’s sake. He can take care of himself and others!

• Total big bro figure

• Or tries to be. He always tries to seem like the comforting big guy who the other’s can look up to and come to for help in case you’re not here

• But then he’ll trip on something and scrape his knee and start crying until you pick him up and embrace him

• At which point he’d cling to you as if his life depends on it

• Oh boi let’s talk about yoosung why shan’t we

• Youngest baby. He’s like, four. And he’s the cutest little shit you’ve ever seen

• Wide violet eyes and cute chocolate coloured bangs and those pretty lil lashes

• He’s secretly a little shit tho, even more than Saeyoung


• Except he’s better at hiding it bc he will legit cry

• His tears make him look so vulnerable and innocent?? You can’t help but think he is

• Has totally eaten the last cookie but makes you think it’s Saeyoung who did it

• He LOVES your attention. Infact he gets kind of jealous when he sees you giving too much attention to anyone else.


• Keeps trying to trip V

• Doesn’t know why he just,, rlly doesn’t like V

• But when you look at him he looks like a total angel, so precious and pure and?? How could you be mad at him, like ever? And if you do, do you even have a heart??? It’s impossible.

Sibling War!

Thanks everyone for the 45+ little wings.

Thanks to @talesfromthecreed for your request and I hope you like it! I put a lot on effort in this one as it is my first Dc legends of tomorrow imagine.

PROPT: IMAGINE BEING THE YOUNGEST MEMBER OF RIP HUNTER’S TEAM AND EVERYONE IS PROTECTIVE OF YOU, EVEN LEONARD COLD HEART SNART AND EVEN STERN RIP HUNTER WHO TREATS YOU LIKE A DAUGHTER.

Serie: Part1(you are here1) Part2  Part3


Being the youngest member of the Waverider sure has advantages and disadvantages.

They treat you like their little sister.

But they’re all overprotective assholes.

Okay, let’s go to the beginning.

Your adventure began when in a robbery in the National bank of Central City, you meet Captain Cold and Heatwave. You had just escaped your abusive family and were looking for someone to lift their wallets, that person just happened to be MR. Leonard Snart. They took pity on you and gave you the option of joining them ( more like Len saw himself in you and wanted to help you). And so, you joined them and helped in their robberies. You asked Len if you could have a weapon like Lisa, he wanted to say no but really, who could resist your puppy dog eyes?

That’s right

No one.

You ended with a (y/w). And with that weapon, you joined their little group of criminals. You helped once or twice, they didn’t let you help in the most dangerous ones, said you were too young. But you did meet the famous Flash, once.

One night, you were waiting for them in Len’s minivan while they robbed the bank. When you were escaping from the police the three of you were in the car with them when a blinding light surprised you.

/////*\\\

When you wake up, you were in a rooftop between Len and Mick and with a bunch of people you didn’t even know.

“Stein, the hell are you doing here”

“I am as ignorant as you for once”

“Where are we?”

“(y/n), are you ok?” Mick asked you. You nodded at him as a guy with a colorful fashion started talking with his heavy English accent.

“The names Rip Hunter, I’m from East London…”

“Oh. And the future.”

You raised an eyebrow at him at the same time Len glared and Mick said:

“Nice to meet you, Rip”

“And while you were incapacitated I may have tampered with your weapons. I’ve assembled you all because I need your help. The future of the world is in peril because a man by the name of Vandal Savage.”

“That can’t be, we destroyed him” Said the guy dressed in leather.

“Yeah, The Green arrow and the Flash helped us doing it.” Said his partner.

After that, Rip Hunter explained his reason of assembling this little group, Len and Mick didn’t seem to agree with his explanation of saving the world via time traveling to defeat this Randall guy. Len grabbed your arm and passed Rip saying.

“You got the wrong guy. Hero ain’t on my resume.” He said.

“Or mine” Mick followed the two of you.

“I know it’s difficult to fathom, but where I am from, the 2116, you and everyone on this roof aren’t just considered heroes, your legends.

You looked at him, eyes widening. You weren’t a petty thief in the future? You were considered a hero?

“Legends?” You said at the same time as the guy who you recognized as the Atom.

“I hate to nitpick, but, doesn’t a legend have to be dead?” Stein said.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a deal breaker for me, so I’m gonna pass.” The guy beside you said.

“It’s dangerous for you knowing to much about your future but I’m here because each of you as individuals, are destined for greatness.”

“I can get behind that” The Atom said.

“AND, because if you don’t follow me, this is what’s in store for your world 150 years from now” He pressed a button on his remote control and projected a destroyed city engulfed in flames with what seemed like planes shooting at them.

Your grip on Len’s arm tightens as your faced what your city would become, the horror and the desolation the future would become, even if you won’t be alive when this happened…

You didn’t want this.

“I could have chosen any place and any place, of all the people who ever lived I chose you nine, I certainly hope that you won’t let me and the world down.”

Rip saw everyone’s astonished expressions; he walked toward Professor Stein and gave him a paper, where the meeting place was written.

“If your answer is Yes, met me at this address in 36 hours.” After that we walked away.

You felt Len and Mick started walking away and you followed them, after looking at the address and waving at the others one last time.

//////*\\\

You were sitting in the couch with Len’s legs on your lap, you were looking at Mick messing with his whatever he was doing. You were mostly thinking of what Hunter showed you all as Len read a magazine.

“I can’t believe the two of you are thinking of hooking up with the Englishman. We’re thieves, crooks, criminals, with no desire to save the world, especially under years from dead.”

Snart answered him without raising his eyes from the magazine.

“He said across time, Mick. What about the years before the fingerprints and surveillance cameras and DNA analysis.”

He looked at Mick, who just grabbed a beer and was drinking it.

“Why did we become criminals?”

“Because we hate working and we love money.”

Len got up from the couch as you looked at them, waiting to see what they chose to do.

“We steal the Mona Lisa straight off of Da Vinci’s easel, snach the Hope diamond before it was discovered. This is everything we got into thieving for in the first place… more than everything.”

Mick looked at Len “If you want me in, I’m in, but I’m not gonna be no one’s hero.”

Len smirked.

“I’m in too!” You said as the two criminals looked at you.

“You won’t be coming with us” Len said.

“But-“

“It’s to dangerous for you (n/n)” Mick said.” You better stay here with Lisa for the time being”

“But you will be having all the fun! And I be staying here with Lisa flirting with the Flash friend!”

“I promised myself-“

“We”

Len rolled his eyes.

We promised ourselves we won’t let anything bad happen to you, and time travel with a bunch of weirdos is too dangerous for you. You’re only (y/a).”

See?

Overprotective assholes.

Let’s try something else.

Flattery can take you far.

(¬ v ¬)

“But it’s more dangerous for me staying here! Lisa and I are no rival for the Flash, not alone. With you, the flash doesn’t stand a chance! Alone… well he could take me away from you…  Also, Lisa won’t pick a fight with no one, so if you take me with you, you will be able to protect me, you’re my big brothers Lenny and Micky, don’t let the Flash take me away…”

Len and Mick’s face was like an open book, the big brother part worked like a charm.

Guess who’s going to time travel?

That’s right.

//////*\\\

And that’s how you ended here, along the crew of the Waverider. With time, you ended winning everyone’s hearts over, even stern Rip.

Great

What you needed

More overprotective assholes.

The first to fall was Ray.

He saw how young you really were, and who you were living with.

One day, Ray came to you.

“(y/n), right?”

“Yeah, Raymond was it?

“Yeah” He said sheepishly

“It’s there something you wanted to say?”

“…Why are you with those two criminals?”

You glared at him. Without you knowing, Len and Mick were overhearing your conversation.

“They may be criminals, but they are the best persons I know. They are my family, they are my heroes, I love them with their faults. They are my home, but I don’t hope you will understand.”

Len smiled softly, you could see itty bity tears in his eyes.

Mick was smiling openly.

“You’re so young…”

“But I’ve see things a rich boy like you never has.”

Ray hugged you hard

“You precious cinnamon roll, too precious for this world.”

“HEY BOYSCOUT! Hands off!”

Nope

Ray was still hugging you while Len and Mick tried ( but failed) to tear him off of you.

“When we finish saving the world, you can come with me. I got a pretty big house! And I’m rich, I can give you whatever you want! You can be my little (sister/brother)!”

“No way, Raymond. Get off of my sister or I will freeze your dick off.”

/////*\\

Sara and Kendra were the next.

They liked to baby you.

A lot

“(y/n), sit with us today! It’s been a long time since you sat with us!”

Kendra had that motherly feeling for you and Sara was the same, they saw how young you were, and all you had to live and they swear to protect you.

Sara remembered of her past, and how you had a rough childhood like hers, she had to face the bullies until her father teach her how to defend herself, she sweared to protect you and teach you how to fight.

And so, they began training you, hand to hand combat.

Much to your delight.

Kendra and Carter liked to treat you like a child they didn’t have, and after losing their son and won’t be able to do a thing, their actitude towards you became more overprotective.

And, you liked  being babied a little, you didn’t have to ask for something, Kendra, Sara or Ray would compete for your attention, for the horror of Len and Mick, who regretted to bring you along, feeling their little sibling was being taken away from them.

/////*\\

Then it was Jax and Stein.

You liked seeing Jax work on the Waverider’s mechanics, and sometimes you asked him questions about how was the high school he went to.

He gladly answered all your questions and even teach you something about mechanics.

He liked the attention.

He liked being part of a team and the feeling of having a younger person aboard the Waverider made him feel like he should protect you.

Stein liked that you asked him questions about science and he gladly explained it to you, saying that if he didn’t do it Snart’s and Rory’s idiocy would affect you.

Cue, Len and Mick glaring at him.

Stein took upon himself to teach you the basics, seeing as your life as a criminal didn’t let much space for school.

You liked learning, made you feel more powerful.

And sometimes you liked to show off what you learned to Len and Mick.

They were proud of you. But felt like they were being robbed of your loving attention.

/////*\\\

The last to fall was Rip.

Rip’s heart was hardened by the death of his family by the hands of Vandal Savage.  So melting the ice in his heart was hard,

Little by little you started to make your way to his heart without him noticing how he started to pay more attention to you, asking how you were and saving you when it was unnecessary.

And, he would oblige you to go to weekly cheek outs with Gideon, much to your displeasure.

So imagine what happened once you got the cold.

Yep

Utter and complete madness

A riot.

People running around the ship, yelling that you were sick, Rip dragging you to the infirmary for a cheek out. Len and Mick stick to you like glue and Sara and Kendra took upon themselves to make you feel as comfy as possible. Stein and Jax would come often to entertain. Much to Len and Mick displeasure.

“Go away, you’re annoying. (Y/N) needs peace and sleep and you’re just filling (her/his) head with sciency things.”

“We’re not the annoying ones, you don’t let her  brethe without one of you stalking her.

“Everyone out! (y/n) needs to rest.” Rip said

“No” Len answered.

“Don’t forget I am the captain of this ship”

“I remember, I just don’t care.”

Glare

You sighed and looked at Len.

“Can you bring me a glass of water?? Please big brother??”

(Y/N) ATTACKED WITH PUPPY DOG EYES!

IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE!

“Okay, (n/n).”

Jealous looks towards Len

They wanted to be called big brother/sister too.

Wow, you had the crew wrapped around your pinky.

You little manipulative you…

The beginning of the sibling war.

They would compete for your undivided attention.

Sara would bring you food.

Kendra and Carter would stay with you and tell you how they teamed up with the Flash and The arrow.

Stein would come to answer your scientific questions and tell how he turned to Firestorm for the first time.

Jax would tell you what happened in their last mission and would more than often show off. Saying that when you were better he and Stein would show Firestorm and how they fight.

Len and Mick would bring you food of the time where they were because as Mick said “The food of the future is crap”.  And they would stay with you until you fell asleep, then they kissed your forehead lovingly and retire to their quarters.

In the middle of the night, Rip would come to your room and would stay for an hour, brushing your hair and telling about his family and how you made him feel like he belonged again. Everything while you were asleep, but sometimes, you would wake up to his fingers lovingly stroking your hair and his British accent telling you about that heartbreaking future.

This went for a long time, even after you got well .They wouldn’t let you go with them until you got away one while they were on a mission.

Craziness and desperation ensued.

They divided in two groups to search for you. Desperate and afraid some creep would have kidnapped you. After a few hours of distress and yelling ( and , even though they won’t admit it, Sara, Rip and Kendra hit a few shady guys who didn’t want to cooperate, even though they didn’t even see you. And Len and Mick… well let’s say those who didn’t want to cooperate meet Hot and Cold.)

The truth is that you meet a hot (boy/girl) who asked you out to get a drink. You in all you rebellious teenager hormones said yes without thinking what your overprotective teammates would do.

The two of you went out to a coffee shop and talked a bit about yourselves, more like you made up your whole background. You can’t go to someone you just met and say

“HEY, I’M A TIMETRAVELING (Y/A) GIRL FROM 2017 WITH AN OVERPROTECTIVE TEAM STALKING MY LIFE. AH, AND I AM TRIYING TO SAVE THE FUTURE OF A DICTATORSHIP.”

They would think you’re crazy

Obviously.

After a few hours your team found the two of you…

Let’s say things got ugly pretty quickly.

(Y/n) (Y/L) WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THING YOU ARE DOING?! AND WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS (HE/SHE)?!”

“Guys, let me explain-“

“NO. YOU ARE GROUNDED!” Sara said.

“But-“

“Hey Len, I think that (guy/girl) tried to take advantage of her, can I burn (his/her) house down?” Mick said hopefully as Len looked at him saying No with his eyes.

“You know the scare you gave us, young lady? “ Stein said.

·Yeah, I almost had a heart attack! I’m too young to have a heart attack!” Jax said.

Kendra and Carter grabbed the (boy/girl) you were going out with and tock (him/her) away from here, after saying something that made (his/her) face blanch with horror and run away like (his/her) life was at risk…

Yeah

It probably was.

Kendra and Carter came to you smiling innocently, you asked :

“What did you say to (him/her)?”

“Oh nothing, just that what would happen to his (dick/ ovaries) if (he/she) as much as looked your way.” Kendra said.

“Yes. And that we would probably make his life hell, if (he /she) was every born” Carter said.

See?

Terrifying overprotective assholes who you loved with all your heart.

Len grabbed your hand and dragged you to the ship without saying any of his snarky comments.

Uh oh

He was mad with you and not even the eyes of the puppy dog could save you now.

The end? 

(promps still open)

The Bastard of Winterfell Part 3

Jon Snow x Reader (second person)

1777 words

Jon Snow is ~getting married~!

A/N: Thank you for the love so far!!

Part 1: http://onceuponaoneshotfanfic.tumblr.com/post/162619181618/the-bastard-of-winterfell

Part 2: http://onceuponaoneshotfanfic.tumblr.com/post/162658973923/the-bastard-of-winterfell-part-2


Something landed on you. Hard.

And suddenly your face was soaked with slobber.

“Ghost!” you shrieked, laughing and pushing the direwolf off of you.

“Ghost! Come here!”

The direwolf took one last curious look at you and bounded off. Jon Snow knelt down and stroked Ghost’s white fur. He looked over at you, offering a small smile and wave as he walked into the library, where you had fallen asleep while reading.

“Sorry!” he called as you got up and snatched your book off the floor.

You laughed. “It’s fine,” you said as you approached him. You stood close.

He shifted his weight. “I… was looking for you actually.”

“And you knew I would be in here.” You held up your book. “Reading.”

“Sleeping, from what I saw.” He smirked at you.

You laughed. “Fine, I dozed off. Lady Stark did tell me I should rest this morning.”

Jon nodded. “Aye. Especially considering tonight…” He trailed off, his cheeks turning red, a brighter red than you had ever seen. “Well the ceremony is… and then the party…”

A large smile spread across your face. It had finally come. Your wedding. You were due to head to Sansa’s room soon for one last fitting into your dress, giving her the whole day to make any changes. Later, your family would arrive to help prepare the castle for that evening. Your mother and sisters would help you get ready, although you insisted that Sansa and Arya get to help as well. In the evening you would head to the forest for the ceremony, after which you would celebrate in the Great Hall. And after that…

Now you had a blush that matched Jon’s as you shoved aside the thoughts that had been increasingly invading your mind as the wedding drew closer.

Jon cleared his throat. “Right. Well, I have a present for you.”

Finally you noticed the small bag in his hand. You lifted your wrist, showing off the snowflake bracelet you had worn every day since your name day. “Can it compare with this?” you teased.

He smiled. “I believe it can. Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told and felt Jon walk behind you. Something cold touched your neck and you shivered in response. Jon chuckled.

“Open.”

You looked down.  A dainty snowflake, matching the ones on your bracelet, now hung from your neck. “It’s perfect,” you breathed. Jon was absolutely beaming at you as the two of you leaned forward-

“A snowflake from the snowflake,” a voice from the doorway called out.

The two of you turned. Theon stood in the doorframe, smirking.

“And there goes that moment,” Jon muttered under his breath. He cleared his throat. “Yes, Theon?” he asked, a roughness to his voice.

“Lord Robb wanted me to collect you,” he announced as he strolled over. “Wedding preparations and whatnot.”

Jon nodded. “Thank you.” He turned back to you. “I probably will not see you again until this evening,” he said, the gruffness in his voice gone. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. “Do you still wish to marry me?” he asked teasingly.

You kissed his nose. “I suppose you shall find out tonight.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough, my lady. Until tonight.” He turned and walked out of the room.

Theon held back a moment. “You know,” he started. “My favorite part of any wedding has always been the bedding cere-”

“THEON GET AWAY FROM HER!” Jon’s voice bellowed from the doorway. Theon jumped and followed Jon out of the room.

You chuckled to yourself and headed to Sansa’s room.


As the sun went down, you sat in your room, waiting for your father to come up so he could escort you outside. The Starks, your siblings, and all the other guests were gathering in the godswood now.

You mother watched you carefully as you stared out the window, fiddling with the snowflake necklace anxiously. It was your first time alone with her since you had left home.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

After a moment’s thought, you shook your head. “Excited, actually,” you admitted.

“Hmm.” You mother followed your gaze to the yard below. “What exactly do you do with yourself here at Winterfell?”

A surprisingly friendly question. “I read a lot. Lady Sansa helps me with my needlework.” You omitted your weekly archery practice with Arya. “Lord and Lady Stark gifted me with a horse for my name day, so I ride a lot.” You tried to suppress the smile that grew on your lips. “I like to watch Jon practice his swordplay in the afternoons. Or when he decides he doesn’t want to practice we go for walks in the forest with his direwolf. Or on especially cold days we sit by the fire and I read aloud to him.”

“Does he not know how to read for himself?” your mother asked coldly.

You frowned. “He reads perfectly,” you corrected her. “He just likes to hear me read. He lays back and closes his eyes and… listens.” You bit your lip. “He’s lovely. Really,” you added quietly.

Your mother hummed. “I’m sure he is. For a bastard.”

A scowl crossed your face. “He is the bastard your daughter is marrying, per your husband’s orders. So I suggest you silence yourself or do not join us in the forest tonight,” you snapped. “Jon Snow is good. And kind. And honorable. And gods, if he is not the handsomest man I have ever laid eyes upon.” Your mother opened her mouth, but you were on a roll. “And he asks permission before taking my hand or kissing my cheek. And he is nervous and sweet around me. Not like those lords and knights who all look as me as though I am something for them to devour, some pawn in your games.” Tears stung in your eyes. “So yes, Mother. You and Father had to give me to the bastard of Ned Stark and that is forever a stain on your precious name, for a lady of our house to become a Snow. But if you think I am going to let you abuse the man I will love for the rest of my life, you are sadly mistaken.” You exhaled sharply. Seven hells that felt good.

A small knock caused you both to jump. You opened the door to find Arya, holding a cloak and looking a bit sheepish. You melted at the sight of her.

“Sansa almost forgot to give this to you,” she murmured. “I volunteered to bring it.”

You allowed Arya to help you fasten it around you. You stepped back. “What do you think?”

Arya smiled. “Jon is going to blush more than usual when he sees you.” Suddenly her arms were around you, nearly knocking you over. She planted a small kiss on your cheek. “I am so happy you are marrying him,” she whispered. “Now we shall be sisters. Real sisters.”

You returned her smile. “Aye. We shall.”

With one last embrace, she scurried off, nearly knocking into your father.

He took a deep breath when he saw you. “You look wonderful. Are you ready?”

You glanced at your mother, who was not even looking at you. You turned your gaze back to your father and took a deep breath. “Very ready.”


The cold bit at you the moment you left the castle. But you trudged on, grasping your father’s arm, heading towards the godswood. In the distance you could see the lights held by the people gathered around the Heart Tree, where you knew Jon stood.

You smiled up at your father and gave his arm a squeeze.

He looked down at you thoughtfully. “How do you feel?”

“Happy,” you admitted.

Your father nodded, a small smile on his face. “Good.”

The lights grew closer and brighter. At last, you could make out the figures that held the torches, recognizing several faces. Finally, you willed yourself to look at him-

Jon stood beside his father, grinning from ear to ear. You could tell he had tried to tame his hair, but you were pleased to see that the curls you loved were still just as wild as ever. The blush you had come to find endearing was visible, even in the darkness of the evening.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as you got closer. You father rose an eyebrow at Jon, deepening his blush.

You smiled at the exchange. Oh yes. You were ready.


Sometime between the ceremony and the party, something changed in Jon. He was no longer quiet and hesitant to touch you; instead, he spent the party by your side, whispering sweet nothings and pet names in your ear, and he was surprisingly affectionate the entire evening: holding your hand, tracing shapes on your arm with his fingers, his arm around your shoulders.

“Have I told you in the last five minutes how beautiful you are?” Jon’s breath was warm in your ear as his fingertips grazed your hand.

You smiled at him. “No, you have not.”

“My apologies.” He gently kissed your temple. “You are the most stunning woman in all the North.”

“Just the North?” you teased.

Another kiss found your cheek. “All of Westeros.” Another kiss. “The entire world.”

You giggled and sat happily, holding his hand. As the night wore on you saw the crowd growing a bit… rowdy. And a few drunk eyes began looking yours and Jon’s way.

Thankfully, Jon was ahead of you.

“Do not worry,” he whispered. “I already told Robb there will be no bedding ceremony this evening.” He winked at you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, kissing his cheek.

As if on cue, Robb, who apparently was taking his job very seriously, intervened. Grabbing the hand of some lucky young lady, he insisted that everyone return to dancing at once. Everyone obeyed the young lord’s order. With this distraction in place, Jon grabbed your hand and hurried you out into the corridor. The two of you ran, laughing, for a while before deciding it was safe. You stopped and leaned against a wall, out of breath. Jon sank down to the floor, smiling up at you.

“Remind me that I owe Robb one,” he said between breaths. You nodded, laughing through your gasps for air.

Finally, once you were able to breathe, Jon stood and took your hand. The two of you walked in an empty silence towards the room you would now share. You stopped at the door. Jon held you close and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ready?” he asked gently.

You nodded and kissed his lips. “Ready.”

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When the schools are depressed...

Storm: It would be far too stereotypical if rain clouds were to just appear above their heads and unleash a steady downpour upon them. No, then everyone would know they were upset and that’s just asking for uncomfortable confrontation. When storm students are sad, their usual appearance sparked with life is rather sodden and droopy. They drip sad little puddles behind their trudging feet and use the old “I was practicing a storm spell and it fizzled weird” excuse when asked about them.  Everyday their appearance is more and more drenched, their skin a sickly pale green. Almost as if they’re drowning.

Ice: Warm, wet eyes. They’re initially startled by how warm their tears are as they are normally used to…well, the cold. They feel hot and dizzy; they heard from a couple of life students when once feels unbearable heat, they should stick their head in the freezer to cool off. Their efforts prove futile though as they keep sobbing scalding hot tears. Dark clouds open up and slow and silent snowflakes drift to the earth below. It’s a very somber scene and everyone feels the cold heartache of whatever has upset the ice student. 

Fire: The flame in them, their fiery personality is snuffed out. Cold hands. Very cold hands, that cool air wafts off of them. They’re hesitant to touch anything in fear of encasing said object or person in an icy grip. They’re constantly seen rubbing their hands together, trying to warm them up. To bring back the warmth into their life that seems to have gone missing.  Sometimes gloves will be worn or a heating pad will be held between trembling fingers. Anything to keep away the cold. 

Myth: They’re quiet and jumpy at all that comes near. They seem almost uncomfortable standing in their own skin, standing awkwardly off to the side, looking towards the ground. Their fists are clenched at their sides as they make their way to classes. A swarm of Blood Bats follow them, snapping and spitting at their clothing, almost as if bullying them. A myth student refuses to cry though and simply bites their tongue as they allow the bullying to continue. They’d love to be told their problems matter, though. No one says that enough to them. 

Life: Their flowers won’t stop wilting. No matter how many treasure cards are used, no matter their gardening experience. The flowers will not stop withering away and it kills the life students to sit there and watch it happen. They try to distract themselves with happy thoughts as surely these depressing emotions are affecting their plants but nothing works. They cry a few tears of frustration and beg the plants to live but to no avail. They shouldn’t have listened to those other students, they shouldn’t have taken what they said to heart. Because just like their precious flowers, their hearts are withering too. 

Death: Followed by a flock of ghosts, wailing and moaning behind them. The ghosts can only be ignored for so long before the death students realize the wailing begins to sound like their own voice. Dropping to their knees, they open their mouth and mimic the ghosts, wailing in sorrow for what they’ve lost. “It’s not fair!” “Why!?!” However the words are said, they just sound like sorrow-filled shrieks to the other students who are unfortunate enough to be near. This’ll go on for a few more minutes before the death student will stop, their throat scratchy from over use. They pick themselves up off the ground and continue their walk, their posse of ghosts floating after them. 

Balance: Sand becomes mud and sucks their feet in. The balance students try not to panic but they’re sinking faster. They didn’t know the answer, they didn’t have to laugh at them, but here they are, still thinking on that embarrassing moment. The emotions ready to swallow them whole, just as the mud planned to do. Their tears aren’t helping either, turning more sand into even more mud. For a calm moment, the balance student almost contemplates letting the sticky slow moving mud engulf them. Maybe they wouldn’t have to live with the embarrassment anymore…maybe they could find peace. This thought doesn’t last long though. Stubbornly, they fight their way out of the mud. But the battle isn’t over yet. They had only just stepped out of their dorm room. They still need to make their way to class. 

Give your wizards lots of hugs, guys. Sometimes, all one needs is to be told they are important and they matter. (I was in a mood while typing this…can I have a hug?) Remember: You guys are wonderful and it’s okay to cry. Just don’t let it control you. You are loved. And you are important :)

I would gladly tear to pieces any human who crossed me. I have killed those too curious and unwary in the past, those who have tried to hunt me for my exotic features, or burn me as a demon. I something that should not exist in this world, at least in their eyes. 

I have never killed for malice. I am not a human. I kill only to survive, whether it is to attain my daily meat or to defend me from those who would gladly rip my twisted form from this Earth. 

But you? 

Somehow you are just too precious to harm. You are delicate, fragile even, so small in my shadow. I do not feel the need to rip or tear or destroy. Especially when you give me such kind smiles, or whisper such tender words, a love that greatly confuses my twisted old soul. 

I have never known a human like you before.

For you, I would do anything.

Anonymous said: Reaction to crying s/o for Itach, haku and sasuke please?


A/N: Here you go, lovely! I’m so so sooo sorry that this took AGES for me to post this, but nevertheless, I truly hope that you do enjoy this! Thanks so much for your request! I love these three characters with a passion, so I’m grateful for this request! - Admin Kat 💟


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Itachi Reacting to His S/O Crying:

- Itachi is quite perceptive, so he definitely would’ve picked up something from his s/o prior to this, - if he had been around to notice-.

- He’s also quite selfless, kind and would want the best for those that he cares about, - particularly his significant other-.

- If his s/o had any troubles, he would happily listen to them.

- He’d make this more about his s/o, which means: He’d do anything to make them feel better, whether that consists of: giving them their space, listening to them discuss their troubles, holding them, making them some comfort food, treating them to something, whatever it is.

- He would definitely refrain from worsening their condition.

- He may not inquire what’s wrong, firstly, but his presence and him sitting beside you, - maybe if it’s so bad, putting his arm around his s/o-, would be enough to rouse his s/o to say something… anything.

- His initial thought process is to get down to the bottom of what’s upset his s/o, to find a solution for them or develop one for them, because he doesn’t feel pleased whilst watching his s/o crying.

- I believe that if himself and his s/o were very serious, he’d wipe their tears away and hold them tightly to him; it’d be one of those hugs where he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on the crown of your head.

- He’d also wait for you to be more calmed down, simply because he would be able to comprehend what you’re talking about and you’d be able to describe what happened or how you feel without any interruptions.

- His silent persona would be oddly comforting, because his deep onyx eyes and his body language would communicate with you that you’re safe, well and alright.

- He’d melt away any insecurities and be able to find reasons and rationalities for why his s/o is upset, if they’re feeling up for talking about it.

- He’s not one to force his s/o to say something: He’s more of the type to let them come to him. He’s not bothered by silence; plus, he’d most likely be able to guess correctly what’s bothering his s/o.

- If his s/o and him are very serious, he would murmur very soft sweet nothing’s into their ear, cooling them down and helping them come back to where they really are.

- He’d be a big support and wish to discuss things with them. He’d be mature and wouldn’t interrupt.

- Perhaps he’d even take you for a walk, as nature has wonders of helping you release things that no longer serves you.


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Haku Reacting to His S/O Crying:

- This cute friendly creature will honestly be so alarmed that he’d get a heart attack! Poor bb!

- He’d cradle his s/o in his arms, murmuring sweet nothing’s to them, vowing to protect them.

- He’d totally devote himself to bringing his s/o’s moral and spirits rocketing into the skies.

- Haku would run his fingers through his lovers hair, stroking their back and pressing sweet affectionate kisses to their neck, shoulders, collar bones, cheeks, lips, nose, forehead, head, he’d kiss those tears away.

- He’s so precious, okay? He’d feel like he’d failed himself if he couldn’t get you smiling again!

- Haku would cook his lovers favorite foods, give them a massage or read to them, run them a bath, anything that will soothe them.

- Haku would encourage his s/o to speak about their feelings, because, their feeling’s count and he wants to know if anything’s hurting or disrupting his s/o’s well being.

- Though he’d encourage his s/o talking about their feelings, he’s not one to force things: If you need space, then you need space.

- He’s very kind and self-sacrificing, so he would take as much time in guiding you to be happy.

- Haku will be whatever you need him to be, whether that consists of a lover, a friend to listen to in the moment, an wise advice provider, a nurturer, etc. He’ll be anything for you.

- Watching his s/o cry pretty much breaks his freaking heart, okay? It’s definitely not something that he’d enjoy, and he’d work diligently to make them joyous again.

- He’d be the one to remind his s/o that it’s okay to have feeling’s and they’re not wrong for feeling the way that they do or being who they are: He loves them regardless, no matter what they’ve done.

- He’d take his s/o’s hands and kiss them, taking time to kiss each knuckle and whisper how much he loves and appreciates them.

- He’d be encouraging, offering his wise guidance and advice, and supporting his s/o in anyway that they need.

- He’s a pleasant person to be around, so it wouldn’t take long for him to get his s/o calmed down and sleepy: Meaning, he’d be a total cuddle monster.


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Sasuke Reacting to His S/O Crying:

- Well, Sasuke would firstly react indifferently, but grow tenser and uncomfortable by the moment, considering that he wouldn’t know how to handle this situation.

- He may even grow annoyed at first, give his s/o some space, and if that didn’t work, he’d be expecting answers.

- Sasuke would first ask “What now?” or “Who do I have to kill now?”.

- He’d be pretty protective, and if his s/o and him were very serious, - and alone-, he would wrap an arm around them.

- He won’t push for an answer, he knows what it’s like to be badgered with unnecessary questions, when all you want is to be left alone or you just don’t know how to talk about it or don’t want to talk about it.

- He’d definitely listen, but if something irked him, like his s/o being spineless and bending for other’s or someone hurting them, he’d say something about it, and he may not be the kindest, but know that he’s trying his best and he means well.

- He’d grow fiercely protective of his partner, nobody upsets them. He doesn’t like it when people mess with his s/o; because even though Sasuke acts like he doesn’t care, he really does care.

- He’d try to give them some sort of advice to go off of, but again, it may come out coldly and not much help, but Sasuke only means the best.

- He’d be the type to sit there silently with a gritted jaw, because he feels to tenseness.

- If his s/o kept crying, he’d pull them close and mutter “Come here, you loser…

- If Sasuke’s s/o kept crying without saying anything, he’d grow impatient and push them to talk about it, because he wants to know what’s up, he hates being left in the dark when it comes to them, but it’s only if they’re persistent in crying and moping about.

- He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he cares so fiercely about his s/o that it actually pains him to watch them cry. It’s haunting.

- He’d be totally tongue tied, looking away, but still remaining physically close to his s/o: He just doesn’t have the right words to utter, he doesn’t want to sound like a total ass.

- He’d try to cheer you up a way that was ’out of the norm’ for Sasuke (not totally, but just a little bit) and it’d make you raise your brows or ask questions, to which he’d reply with: “Do you want the damn food or not?” or “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” or “Stop giving me that stupid look, loser: This doesn’t change anything, so don’t expect me to do stuff like this all of the time.” But let’s face it, he’d do it for you again if you got upset.

- He’d even reluctantly cuddle with you, but he’d make sure you never breathed a word of it to anyone.


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Okay my personal favourite headcanon is that Yuri didn't have much of a childhood because he was so invested in skating and so he and Otabek love to do childish things that really give them that sense of childhood (I.e. my pillow fort collab audio) and let them live those childhood memories they really didn't have and so they get to experience it for the first time togETHER excuse me let me go cry this off because I love these two and these precious hcs -Elena

i’m back sitting on the hallway floor with my laptop, my pocky and my tears, so thanks for thAT 

Painful Secrets

Sam Winchester x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary: Sam is there for you when you’re feeling down. 

Written for @bradygabrielle-blog and her 100 follower challenge: I had the prompt: “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.” I forgot I had signed up for a Dean X Reader, but I really wanted to write Sam!!

Sitting in your motel room, your knees were drawn up to your chest, your head resting on them as you stared towards the window. The room was dark, the lights off, the curtains closed, but you couldn’t force yourself to care. No TV or radio on to cover the silence that rang so loud in your head. A silence that gave room to so many thoughts, thoughts that were not your friend.

It had all started with this week’s hunt. Freeing the family of four from a ghoul, seeing the gratitude in their eyes as they raced to their children, hugging and holding them tight. It should have been a joyous moment, watching as the family you helped save left the barn, holding their loved ones tightly. But it had been bittersweet, and it hung heavily on your mind. Reminding you of all the things a hunter’s life had taken, and would continue to take from you.

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Alright so I think it's a been a while since some people have read the books so just let me clarify some things.

Let’s start off with Philosophers Stone, in the beginning when Ron isn’t even her friend, and he actually hates her. (And there’s the whole being eleven years old thing.) This is basically when Ron is meanest to Hermione.

“It’s no wonder no one can stand her,” he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, “she’s a nightmare, honestly.”
Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face – and was startled to see that she was in tears.
“I think she heard you.”
“So?” said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. “She must’ve noticed she’s got no friends.” - Chapter 10, U.S. 172

Hmmm….

“..Harry and Ron overheard Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls’ bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Ron looked still more awkward at this…”- Chapter 10, U.S. 172

Interesting……Hmmm, he’s not even her friend here, and he looks uncomfortable? And Awkward? Why’s that? Oh maybe because he grew up in a loving family that doesn’t tolerate those kinds of things hmm. But it doesn’t stop there let’s look at Hermione during this time.

“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed – or worse, expelled. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”
Ron stared after her, his mouth open. - Chapter 9, U.S. 162

Wow, Hermione isn’t that nice to Ron actually woah….

Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shoted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
“You’re saying it wrong.” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.” - Chapter 10, U.S. 171

Wait what?

“All right – I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffly voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?” - Chapter 6, U.S. 110

Now Hermione….

“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
“Er — all right.”
He cleared his throat.

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”


He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course.”

Jesus Hermione wasn’t that nice either. Shocking aint it? Hermione isn’t God? Oh wow, I almost forgot. HERMIONE HAS FLAWS. Just as many as Ron does, last time I checked she wasn’t canonized. I don’t recall learning about Saint Hermione in religion class. Because Hermione, just like every other human being, has flaws. 

Alright so you’ve seen that then you all (hopefully) all remember what happens next. They become friends yada yada, and knight Ron appears yada yada. Let’s move on to Chamber of Secrets.

“Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him. Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!”, and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulling out his wand, yelling, “You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!” and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at Malfoy’s face.
A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron’s wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.
“Ron! Ron! Are you all right?” squealed Hermione.
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.“ -Chapter 7, U.S. 112-113

Do I even have to say anything here?

"I - don’t - like - spiders,” said Ron tensely.
“I never knew that,” said Hermione, looking at Ron in surprise. “You’ve used spiders in Potions loads of times…”
“I don’t mind them dead,” said Ron, who was carefully looking anywhere but at the window. “I just don’t like the way they move…”
Hermione giggled.
“It’s not funny,” said Ron, fiercely. “If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned my - my teddy bear into a great big filthy spider because I broke his toy broomstick…. You wouldn’t like them either if you’d been holding your bear and suddenly it had too many legs and…”
He broke off, shuddering. Hermione was obviously still trying not to laugh. - Chapter 9, U.S. 154

Yes, yes. It seems really cute aw. But let’s just remember that she’s laughing at a serious phobia. If Ron had done that Hermione would have cried and Ron would have been Satan of course.

Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead.
“Harry - I think I’ve just understood something! I’ve got to go to the library!”
And she sprinted away, up the stairs.
“What does she understand?” said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
“Loads more than I do,” said Ron, shaking his head.
“But why’s she got to go to the library?”
“Because that’s what Hermione does,” said Ron, shrugging. “When in doubt, go to the library.” -Chapter 14, U.S. 255

Let’s say it together; AWWWW. HE KNOWS HER SO WELL! aND WAS THAT A COMPLIMENT? Oh I think it was!

“I’m quite surprised the Mudbloods haven’t all packed their bags by now,” Malfoy went on. “Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn’t Granger -”
The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Malfoy’s last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy were unnoticed.
“Let me at him,” Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. “I don’t care, I don’t need my wand, I’m going to kill him with my bare hands-” Chapter 15, U.S. 267

Awww this little cutie is only twelve and so ready to defend her. Can you imagine a little 12 year old Ron trying to be all tough, trying to defend Hermione’s honour like awwww.

“Ron read the message, swallowed hard, and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermione. The sight seemed to stiffen his resolve, and he nodded.” -Chapter 15, U.S. 270

RON STOP BEING A CUTIE PATOOTIE THIS INSTANT GOING THROUGH SPIDERS EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE ARACHNOPHOBIA JUST FOR HERMIONE YA LIL HERO YOU

“You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She’s just giving out Mandrake juice - I daresay the basilisk’s victims will be waking up any moment.”
“So Hermione’s okay!” said Ron brightly. -Chapter 18, U.S. 33

ASFGHJKL RONNNNN MUTHAFUCKIN WEASLEY

oKAY NOW ONTO PRISONER OF AZKABAN OULALA THEY’RE NOW TEENAGERS HORMONE ALERT.

“Hermione,” said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, “they’ve messed up your schedule. Look - they’ve got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn’t enough time.”
“I’ll manage. I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.”
“But look,” said Ron, laughing, “see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And” - Ron leaned closer to her schedule, disbelieving - “look - underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you’re good, Hermione, but no one’s that good. How’re you supposed to be in three classes at once?”
“Don’t be silly,” said Hermione shortly. “Of course I won’t be in three classes at once.”
“Well, then -”
“Pass the marmalade,” said Hermione.
“But -”
“Oh, Ron, what’s it to you if my schedule’s a bit full?” Hermione snapped. “I told you, I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.”-Chapter 6, U.S. 98

HE NOTICES THIS IS JUST UGH LET ME JUST MOVE ON BEFORE I DIE OF FEELS

“Well, look at it logically,” said Hermione, turning to the rest of the group. “I mean, Binky didn’t even die today, did he? Lavender just got the news today -” Lavender wailed loudly. “- and she can’t have been dreading it, because it’s come as a real shock -”
“Don’t mind Hermione, Lavender,” said Ron loudly, “she doesn’t think other people’s pets matter very much.”- Chapter 8, U.S. 149

Did Hermione just like say that to girl who lost a beloved pet. Hermione that’s not very nice. But it’s okay I don’t blame her, she doesn’t know how to express things in the nicest ways, and that’s completely okay because she’s not a saint.

A shower of brilliantly colored sweets fell into Harry’s lap. It was dusk, and Ron and Hermione had just turned up in the common room, pink-faced from the cold wind and looking as though they’d had the time of their lives. -Chapter 8, U.S. 157

I THINK WE ALL WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE HOGSMEADE TRIP

“That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,” said Snape coolly. “Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.”
Hermione went very red, put down her hands, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, “You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?”- Chapter 9, U.S. 172

RON YOU LIL CUTIE, GETTING DETENTION TO DEFEND HERMIONE’S HONOUR. YOU ARE TRULY A LIL GINGER KNIGHT YOU CUTIE.

“Anyway…” She glanced over at Ron too. “He doesn’t want me to join in.”
There was no arguing with this, as Ron chose that moment to say loudly, “If Scabbers hadn’t been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them -”
Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or doing anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls’ dormitories and out of sight.
“Can’t you give her a break?” Harry asked Ron quietly.
“No,” said Ron flatly. “"If she just acted like she was sorry - but she’ll never admit she’s wrong, Hermione. She’s still acting like Scabbers has gone on vacation or something.”-Chapter 13, U.S. 264

RON YOU ASSHOLE YOU MADE HERMIONE CR- WAIT WHAT THE FUCK? WHY IS SHE FUCKING CRYING? ER, UM, ALL RON SAID WAS THAT HIS PET LIKED FUDGE FLIES ER, AWKWARD. AND ALL HE WANTS IS AN APOLOGY? FOR (WHAT HE THINKS IS) HIS DEAD BELOVED PET? WOW SORRY RON… I ER, I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT WHAT YOU SAID WASN’T THAT BAD AT ALL, AND YOUR REASONING KIND OF MAKES SENSE OOPS.

“Malfoy’s dad frightened the Committee into it,” said Hermione, wiping her eyes. “You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope… Nothing will have changed.”
“Yeah, it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.”
“Oh, Ron!”
Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.
“Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers…,” she sobbed.
“Oh - well - he was old,” said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. “And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.” -Chapter 15, U.S. 292

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE HE REALLY LOVED SCABBERS AND HERMIONE DIDN’T EVEN SAY SORRY YET AND HE WAS WILLING TO HELP HERMIONE AND WHEN SHE DID APOLOGIZE HE TRIED TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER ABOUT IT AND WAS JUST LIKE HE WAS OLD OMG AND DONT FEEL BAD BECAUSE I MIGHT GET AN OWL LIKE MOTHERFUCKIN RON WEASLEY, AND WHY WERE YOU SO SURPRISED BY A HUG RON, HMM WHY YOU LOOK SO TERRIFED, DID YOUR LITTLE FRIEND HAVE A REACTION TO THE HUG.

OKAY LET’S MOVE ON TO GOBLET OF FIRE LET’S GOOOOO

“Granger, they’re after Muggles,” said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. “If you think they can’t spot a Mudblood, stay where you are.”
“You watch your mouth!” shouted Ron. Everybody present knew that “Mudblood” was a very offensive term for a witch or wizard of Muggle parentage.
“Never mind, Ron,” said Hermione quickly, seizing Ron’s arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy.- Chapter 9, U.S. 122

oH RONNIE, ALWAYS DEFENDING HERMIONE’S HONOUR YOU CUTIE PATOOTIE

“… Dad could’ve got a promotion any time… he just likes it where he is…”
“Of course he does,” said Hermone quietly. “Don’t let Malfoy get to you, Ron-” -Chapter 11, U.S. 169

HERMIONE AWWW YOU’RE LEARNING HOW TO EXPRESS YOUR EMOTIONS AND BE COMFORTING AW YOU’RE NOT JUST A WALKING BRAIN YOU’RE A CUTIE PATOOTIE TOO

“You’re eating again, I notice,” said Ron, watching Hermione adding liberal amounts of jam to her toast too.
“I’ve decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights,” said Hermione haughtily.
“Yeah… and you were hungry,” said Ron, grinning.- Chapter 13, U.S. 194

THIS IS THE FUCKING CUTEST THING IF IM DEAD BY THE END OF THIS POST IT’S BECAUSE OF FEELS LIKE LOOK AT THESE LITTLE FUCKERS

“That idiot, Hogwarts champion?” said Ron as they pushed their way through the chattering crowd toward the staircase.
“He’s not an idiot. You just don’t like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch,” said Hermione. “I’ve heard he’s a really good student - and he’s a prefect.”
She spoke as though this settled the matter.
“You only like him because he’s handsome,” said Ron scathingly.
“Excuse me, I don’t like people just because they’re handsome!” said Hermione indignantly
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like “Lockhart!” -Chapter 15, U.S. 236

JEALOUS RON = SEXY RON

Jets of light shot from both wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles - Harry’s hit Goyle in the face, and Malfoy’s hit Hermione. Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up - Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth.
“Hermione!”
Ron had hurried forward to see what was wrong with her; Harry turned and saw Ron dragging Hermione’s hand away from her face. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Hermione’s front teeth - already larger than average - were now growing at an alarming rate; she was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongated, past her bottom lip, toward her chin - panic-stricken, she felt them and let out a terrified cry. -Chapter 18, U.S. 299

HE RAN TO SEE IF SHE WAS OKAY RIGHT AWAY IM GOING TO CRY HOW CAN ANYONE HATE HIM THIS PRECIOUS LITTLE BABY

Hermione, however, leaned against the Owlery wall, folded her arms, and frowned at Ron.
“Harry’s got a long way to go before he finishes this tournament,” she said seriously. “If that was the first task, I hate to think what’s coming next.”
“Right little ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” said Ron. -Chapter 21, U.S. 364

PLAYFUL TEASING AKA FOREPLAY

“All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?” said Hermione, loftily. “Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now, isn’t she? Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone somewhere who’ll have you.”
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light.
“Hermione, Neville’s right - you are a girl…”
“Oh well spotted,” she said acidly.
“Well - can’t you come with one of us?”
“No, I can’t,” snapped Hermione.
“Oh come on,” he said impatiently, “we need partners, we’re going to look really stupid if we haven’t got any, everyone else has…”
“I can’t come with you,” said Hermione, now blushing, “because I’m already going with someone.”
“No, you’re not!” said Ron. “You just said that to get rid of Neville!”
“Oh did I?” said Hermione, and her eyes flashed dangerously. “Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else spotted I’m a girl!”
Ron stared at her. Then he grinned again.
“Okay, okay, we know you’re a girl,” he said. “That do? Will you come now?”
“I’ve already told you!” Hermione said very angrily. “I’m going with someone else!”
And she stormed off toward the girls’ dormitories again.
“She’s lying,” said Ron flatly, watching her go. -Chapter 22, U.S. 400

CLUEEEELESS RON, RON IN DENIAL, HERMIONE BLUSHING, NOT THE BEST WAY TO ASK SOMEONE OH YOU CLUELESS LITTLE FUCKER

“Hermione - who are you going to the ball with?” said Ron.
He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione merely frowned and said, “I’m not telling you, you’ll just make fun of me.”-Chapter 23, U.S. 404

WHY YOU SO INTERESTED RON HMMM

“Hermione,” said Ron, looking sideways at her, suddenly frowning, “your teeth…”
“What about them?” she said.
“Well, they’re different… I’ve just noticed…”
“Of course they are - did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me?”
“No, I mean, they’re different to how they were before he put that hex on you… They’re all… straight and - and normal-sized.”
Hermione suddenly smiled very mischievously, and Harry noticed it too: It was a very different smile from the one he remembered. -Chapter 23, U.S. 405

THIS LIL BITCH NOTICES EVERYTHING ABOUT HERMIONE I WONDER WHY HMM

Hermione chose to watch Harry and the Weasleys’ snowball fight rather than join in, and at five o'clock said she was going back upstairs to get ready for the ball.
“What, you need three hours?” said Ron, looking at her incredulously and paying for his lapse in concentration when a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. “Who’re you going with?” he yelled after Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle. -Chapter 23, U.S. 411

JEALOUS RON ASDFGHJKL

“Padma’s going to meet you in the entrance hall,” she added to Ron.
“Right,” said Ron, looking around. “Where’s Hermione?” -Chapter 23, U.S. 412

ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS HERMIONE ASDFGHJKL

Where is Hermione?“ he said again. -Chapter 23, U.S. 413

AHH

Ron was watching Hermione pass with narrowed eyes. -Chapter 23, U.S. 415

YOURE LOOKIN A LIL BIT GREEN THERE RONNIE

"How’s it going?” Harry asked Ron, sitting down and opening a bottle of butterbeer.
Ron didn’t answer. He was glaring at Hermione and Krum, who were dancing nearby. -Chapter 23, U.S. 420

SOMEBODIES JEALOUS WOWZERS

Hermione came over and sat down in Parvati’s empty chair. She was a bit pink in the face from dancing.
“Hi,” said Harry. Ron didn’t say anything.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. Viktor’s just gone to get some drinks.“
Ron gave her a withering look. "Viktor?” he said. “Hasn’t he asked you to call him Vicky yet?”
Hermione looked at him in surprise. “What’s up with you?” she said.
“If you don’t know,” said Ron scathingly, “I’m not going to tell you.”
Hermione stared at him, then at Harry, who shrugged.
“Ron, what -?”
“He’s from Durmstrang!” spat Ron. “He’s competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! You - you’re -” Ron was obviously casting around for words strong enough to describe Hermione’s crime. “fraternizing with the enemy, that’s what you’re doing!”
Hermione’s mouth fell open.
“Don’t be so stupid!” she said after a moment. “The enemy! Honestly - who was the one who was all excited when they saw him arrive? Who was the one who wanted his autograph? Who’s got the model of him up in their dormitory?”
Ron chose to ignore this. “I s'pose he asked you to come with him while you were both in the library?”
“Yes, he did,” said Hermione, the pink patches on her cheeks glowing more brightly. “So what?”
“What happened - trying to get him to join spew, were you?”
“No, I wasn’t! If you really want to know, he - he said he’d been coming up to the library every day to try and talk to me, but he hadn’t been able to pluck up the courage!”
Hermione said this very quickly, and blushed so deeply that she was the same color as Parvati’s robes.
“Yeah, well - that’s his story,” said Ron nastily.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Obvious, isn’t it? He’s Karkaroff’s student, isn’t he? He knows who you hang around with… He’s just trying to get closer to Harry - get inside information on him - or get near enough to jinx him -”
Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered.
“For your information, he hasn’t asked me one single thing about Harry, not one -”
Ron changed tack at the speed of light.
“Then he’s hoping you’ll help him find out what his egg means! I suppose you’ve been putting your heads together during those cozy little library sessions -”
“I’d never help him work out that egg!” said Hermione, looking outraged. “Never. How could you say something like that - I want Harry to win the tournament, Harry knows that, don’t you, Harry?”
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” sneered Ron.
“The whole tournament’s supposed to be about getting to know foreign wizards and making friends with them!” said Hermione hotly.
“No it isn’t!” shouted Ron. “It’s about winning!”
People were starting to stare at them.
“Ron,” said Harry quietly, “I haven’t got a problem with Hermione coming with Krum -”
But Ron ignored Harry too.
“Why don’t you go and find Vicky, he’ll be wondering where you are,” said Ron.
“Don’t call him Vicky!”
Hermione jumped to her feet and stormed off across the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd. Ron watched her go with a mixture of anger and satisfaction on his face. -Chapter 23, U.S. 421

JUST HAVE SEX ALREADY DANG

“Vare is Herm-own-ninny?” said a voice.
Krum had just arrived at their table clutching two butterbeers.
“No idea,” said Ron mulishly, looking up at him. “Lost her, have you?” -Chapter 23, U.S. 423

RON STOP TURNIN GREEN IT CLASHES WITH YOUR HAIR

He climbed into the common room and found Ron and Hermione having a blazing row. Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face.
“Well, if you don’t like it, you know what the solution is, don’t you?” yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.
“Oh yeah?” Ron yelled back. “What’s what?”
“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!”
Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls’ staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry.
“Well,” he sputtered, looking thunderstruck, “well - that just proves - completely missed the point -”
Harry didn’t say anything. He liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now - but he somehow thought that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had. -Chapter 23, U.S. 432

OH RON YOU LITTLE CLUELESS WEASLEY YOU

Ron and Hermione seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement not to discuss their argument. They were being quite friendly to each other, though oddly formal. -Chapter 24, U.S. 433

INTERESTING

“It’s a lot colder where he comes from,” said Hermione. “I supposed it feels quite warm to him.”
“Yeah, but there’s still the giant squid,” said Ron. He didn’t sound anxious - if anything, he sounded hopeful. Hermione noticed his tone of voice and frowned.
“He’s really nice, you know,” she said. “He’s not at all like you’d think, coming from Durmstrang. He likes it much better here, he told me.”
Ron said nothing. He hadn’t mentioned Viktor Krum since the ball, but Harry found a miniature arm under his bed on Boxing Day, which had looked very much as though it had been snapped off a small model figure wearing Bulgarian Quidditch robes. -Chapter 24, U.S. 444

OUUUU YOU JELLY RON

Fleur bent down, kissed Harry twice on each cheek (he felt his face burn and wouldn’t have been surprised if steam was coming out of his ears again), then said to Ron, “And you too - you 'elped -”
“Yeah,” said Ron, looking extremely hopeful, “yeah, a bit -”
Fleur swooped down on him too and kissed him, Hermione looked simply furious […] -Chapter 26, U.S. 506

OUUU YOU JELLY HERMIONE

“No, it’s just… how did she know Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer?”
Hermione blushed scarlet as she said this and determinedly avoided Ron’s eyes.
“What?” said Ron, dropping his pestle with a loud clunk.
“He asked me right after he’d pulled me out of the lake,” Hermione muttered. “After he’d got rid of his shark’s head, Madam Pomfrey gave us both blankets and then he sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to -”
“And what did you say?” said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione.
“And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else,” Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her, “but how could Rita Skeeter have heard him? She wasn’t there… or was she? Maybe she has got an invisibility cloak; maybe she sneaked onto the grounds to watch the second task…”
“And what did you say?” Ron repeated, pounding his pestle down so hard that it dented the desk. -Chapter 27, U.S. 514

JUST MARRY EACH OTHER ALREADY GOSH DARN

We will see each uzzer again, I 'ope,“ said Fleur as she reached him, holding out her hand. "I am 'oping to get a job 'ere, to improve my Eenglish.”
“It’s very good already,” said Ron in a strangled sort of voice. Fleur smiled at him; Hermione scowled. -Chapter 37, U.S. 724

HERMIOOOONE YOU JEALOUS OF A VEELA GURL

Krum had come to say good-bye to Hermione.
“Could I have a vord?” he asked her.
“Oh… yes… all right,” said Hermione, looking slightly flustered, and following Krum through the crowd and out of sight.
“You’d better hurry up!” Ron called loudly after her. “The carriages’ll be here in a minute!”
He let Harry keep a watch for the carriages, however, and spent the next few minutes craning his neck over the crowd to try and see what Krum and Hermione might be up to. They returned quite soon. Ron stared at Hermione, but her face was quite impassive. -Chapter 37, U.S. 725

FUCKING KISS ALREADY YOU JEALOUS FUCKS

NOW LET US MOVE ON TO ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

The door banged open. Hermione came tearing into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair flying. There was an envelope in her hand.
“Did you - did you get it?”
She spotted the badge in Harry’s hand and let out a shriek.
“I knew it!” she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. “Me too, Harry, me too!”
“No,” said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron’s hand. “It’s Ron, not me.”
“It - what?”
“Ron’s prefect, no me,” Harry said.
Ron?” said Hermione, her jaw dropping. “But… are you sure? I mean -”
She turned red as Ron looked around at her with a defiant expression on his face.
“It’s my name on the letter,” he said.
“I…” said Hermione, looking thoroughly bewildered. “I… well… wow! Well done, Ron! That’s really -”
“Unexpected,” said George, nodding.
“No,” said Hermione, blushing harder than ever, “no, it’s not… Ron’s done loads of… he’s really…” -Chapter 9, U.S. 162

HERMIONE STOP YOU’RE BREAKING HIS HEART WHY UGH HERMIONE YOU’RE RUINING IT JUST KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT UGH YOU KNOW HOW INSECURE THAT FUCK IS

Harry and Ron both looked at her blankly, and Hermione sighed again.
“About You-Know-Who. He said, 'His gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust -’”
“How do you remember stuff like that?” asked Ron, looking at her in admiration. -Chapter 12, U.S. 223

ADMIRATIIOOOON, ADMIR FUCKING ATION IM GOING TO CRY HE COMPLIMENTED HER FOR NO REASON AT ALL UGH

“Have a butterbeer.” Ron pressed a bottle onto him. “I can’t believe it - where’s Hermione gone?”
“She’s there,” said Fred, who was also swigging a butterbeet, and pointed to an armchair by the fire. Hermione was dozing in it, her drink tipping precariously in her hand.
“Well, she was pleased when I told her,” said Ron, looking slightly put out. -Chapter 13, U.S. 275

ALL HE WANTS IS HER ATTENTION MY HEART IS RIPPING VIOLENTLY

“How was practice?” asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room.
“It was -” Harry began.
“Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt. -Chapter 14, U.S. 294

Aw Hermione you do love him don’t youuuu awwww

“You were the only person last year who could throw off the Imperius Curse completely, you can produce a Patronus, you can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards can’t, Viktor always said -”
Ron looked around at her so fast he appeared to crick his neck; rubbing it, he said, “Yeah? What did Vicky say?”
“Ho ho,” said Hermione in a bored voice. -Chapter 16, U.S. 331

Jealous Ron is back oulala

“Good luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. “And you, Harry -”
Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened. -Chapter 19, U.S. 404

EEEEEEEK EEEEEK EEEEEK EEEEEK EEEEK EEEEK

Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell.
“Because she was crying,” Harry continued heavily.
“Oh,” said Ron, his smile fading slightly. “Are you that bad at kissing?”
“Dunno,” said Harry, who hadn’t considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. “Maybe I am.”
“Of course you’re not,” said Hermione absently, still scribbling away at her letter.
“How do you know?” said Ron in a sharp voice. -Chapter 21, U.S. 458

Did you guys know that Ron is synonymous with jealous it’s in the thesaurus and everything

A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, “One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode.”
“Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have,” said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again. -Chapter 2, U.S. 459

HAHAHAHA

“Who’re you writing the novel to anyway?” Ron asked Hermione, trying to read the bit of parchment now trailing on the floor. Hermione hitched it up out of sight.
“Viktor.”
“Krum?”
“How many other Viktors do we know?”
Ron said nothing, but looked disgruntled. -Chapter 21, U.S. 460

Looks like the teaspoon feels some emotions

“Thanks for the book, Harry!” she said happily. “I’ve been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages! And that perfume is really unusual, Ron.”
“No problem,” said Ron. -Chapter 23, U.S. 503

DID THE TEASPOON SERIOUSLY GIVE HER PERFUME WELL ISN’T THAT A SUSPICIOUS GIFT NOT SOMETHING YOU’D QUITE GIVE A FRIEND

“Harry, you’re worse than Ron… Well, no, you’re not,” she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy. -Chapter 26, U.S. 572

I always laugh so hard at this, oh Ron ya clueless little git you *sigh* boys

“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a Mudblood, Granger, so ten for that…”
Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, “Don’t!” -Chapter 28, U.S. 626

I AM RON WEASLEY AND I MUST DEFEND HERMIONE GRANGERS HONOUR, TIS IS MY DUTY TO PROTECT THE FAIR MAIDEN

“What do you think about this?” Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs. Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry’s first dinner at Grimmauld Place. -Chapter 29, U.S. 658

Harry aka biggest Romione shipper

Oh, you’re so naive sometimes, Harry. You really think Umbridge will wait for proof?’ said Hermione, who seemed determined to be in a towering temper, and she swept off towards the girls’ dormitories, banging the door behind her.
‘Such a lovely, sweet-tempered girl,’ said Ron, very quietly, prodding his queen forward to beat up one of Harry’s knights.-Chapter 31, U.S. 716

OH RON AHAHAHA MAN DO I LOVE RON OH BOY

NOW LET US MOVE ON TO HALF BLOOD PRINCE

“Don’t you get used to her if she’s staying in the same house?” Harry asked.
“Well, you do,” said Ron, “but if she jumps out at you unexpectedly, like then…”
“It’s pathetic,” said Hermione furiously, striding away from Ron as far as she could go and turning to face him her arms folded once she had reached the wall. -Chapter 5, U.S. 93

Poor Hermione, Fleur is going to be the least of your problems sweetie

“It’s Amortentia!”
“It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask,” said Slughorn, who was looking mightily impressed, “but I assume you know what it does?”
“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world!” said Hermione.
“Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?”
“And the steam rising in characteristic spirals,” said Hermione enthusiastically, “and it’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and -”
But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence. -Chapter 9, U.S. 185

RONS HAIR RONS MOTHER FUCKING HAIR SHE SMELLED RONS HAIR RONS FUCKING HAIR RONS MOTHER FUCKING LUCIOUS GINGER SHINY HAIR THAT PROBABLY SMELLS SO NICE AND CLEAN ALL THE TIME RONS FUCKIN HAIR LIKE UGH UGH I JUST UGH

“Well, what’s so impressive about that?” whispered Ron, who for some reason looked annoyed. “You are the best in the year - I’d’ve told him so if he’d asked me!” -Chapter 9, U.S. 186

Ronnnn you lookin a bit green there

And you’ve been through all that persecution from the Ministry when they were trying to make out that you were unstable and a liar. You can still see the marks on the back of your hand where that evil woman made you write with your own blood, but you stuck to your story anyway…”
“You can still see where those brains got hold of me in the Ministry, look,” said Ron, shaking back his sleeves.
“And it doesn’t hurt that you’ve grown about a foot over the summer either,” Hermione finished, ignoring Ron.
“I’m tall,” said Ron, inconsequentially. -Chapter 11, U.S. 219

Yes you are, you’re also jealoooouuuusssss

What did surprise him was that when Ron drew level with them, Parvati suddenly nudged Lavender, who looked around and gave Ron a wide smile. Ron blinked at her, then returned the smile uncertainly. His walk instantly became something more like a strut. Harry resisted the temptation to laugh, remembering that Ron had refrained from doing so after Malfoy had broken Harry’s nose; Hermione, however, looked cold and distant all the way down to the stadium through the cool, misty drizzle, and departed to find a place in the stands without wishing Ron good luck. -Chapter 11, U.S. 222

ITS STARTIN

“You did brilliantly, Ron!”
This time it really was Hermione running toward them from the stands; Harry saw Lavender walking off the pitch, arm in arm with Parvati, a rather grumpy expression on her face. Ron looked extremely pleased with himself and even taller than usual as he grinned at the team and at Hermione. -Chapter 11, U.S. 226

HE FEELS SO ACCOMPLISHED AW

“Good idea,” whispered Hermione, clearly pleased that Harry was calming down. “Ron, what are you staring at?”
“Nothing,” said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive barmaid, Madam Rosmerta, for whom he had long nursed a soft spot.
“I expect 'nothing’s’ in the back getting more firewhiskey,” said Hermione waspishly. -Chapter 12, U.S. 247

LITTLE DOES HERMIONE KNOW THAT MADAME CURVY IS GOING TO MEAN NOTHING SOON

“’Slug Club,’” repeated Ron with a sneer worthy of Malfoy. “It’s pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don’t you try hooking up with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen slug-”
“We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, who from some reason had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, “and I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it’s that stupid then I won’t bother.”
Harry suddenly wished the pod had flown a little farther, so that he need not have been sitting here with the pair of them. Unnoticed by either, he seized the bowl that contained the pod and began to try and open it by the noisiest and most energetic means he could think of; unfortunately, he could still hear every word of their conversation.
“You were going to ask me?” asked Ron, in a completely different voice.
“Yes,” said Hermione angrily. “But obviously if you’d rather I hooked up with McLaggen…”
There was a pause while Harry continued to pound the resilient pod with a trowl.
“No, I wouldn’t,” said Ron, in a very quiet voice. -Chapter 14, U.S. 282

I SHIP ITTTTTT

“Harry’s snogged Cho Chang! And Hermione snogged Viktor Krum, it’s only you who acts like it’s something disgusting, Ron, and that’s because you’ve got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!”

GINNY NOOOO

He did not see how he could possibly explain to Hermione that what she had done to offend Ron was kiss Viktor Krum, not when the offense had occurred so long ago. -Chapter 14, U.S. 300

HARRY YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING TOLD HER OK GOD JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE THE FUCKING CHOSEN ONE IT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN FUCKING THINK YOU CAN JUST WATCH THIS WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, BOY WHO LIVED? MORE LIKE BOY WHO CAN’T HANDLE RELATIONSHIPS

There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron, who refused to look at her, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, “Hi, Harry! Wondered where you’d got to!”
Hermione slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles around her head so that she looked like a strange, feathery model of the solar system.
“You shouldn’t keep Lavender waiting outside,” she said quietly. “She’ll wonder where you’ve gone.”
She walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened.
“Oppungo!” came a shriek from the doorway.
Harry turned around to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron, her expression wild: The little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets toward Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach.
“Gerremoffme!” he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed. -Chapter 14, U.S. 302

Hermione what the hell he never hurt you like that when you were seeing Krum that’s not fair, let Ron have a boo thing, you got to have yours

Ron, whose hands and forearms still bore scratches and cuts from Hermione’s bird attack, was taking a defensive and resentful tone.
“She can’t complain,” he told Harry. “She snogged Krum. So she’s found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it’s a free country. I haven’t done anything wrong.”-Chapter 15, U.S. 304

No you haven’t actually, wow you’re actually right Ron that makes a lot of fucking sense (LOOKIN AT YOU RON HATERS YOU HATE RON FOR LAVENDER LIKE UM)

“He’s at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes,” said Hermione, while the librarian, Madam Pince, prowled the shelves behind them. “I really couldn’t care less.”
She raised her quill and dotted an i so ferociously that she punctured a hole in her parchment.-Chapter 15, U.S. 305

oH YES YOU DOOO

“Hi, Parvati!” said Hermione, ignoring Ron and Lavender completely. “Are you going to Slughorn’s party tonight?”
“No invite,” said Parvati gloomily. “I’d love to go, though, it sounds like it’s going to be really good… You’re going, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m meeting Cormac at eight, and we’re -”
There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything.
“- we’re going up to the party together.”
“Cormac?” said Parvati. “Cormac McLaggen, you mean?”
“That’s right,” said Hermione sweetly. “The one who almost” - she put a great deal of emphasis on the word - “became Gryffindor Keeper.”
“Are you going out with him, then?” asked Parvati, wide-eyed.
“Oh - yes - didn’t you know?” said Hermione, with a most un-Hermione-ish giggle.
“No!” said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. “Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don’t you? First Krum, then McLaggen…”
“I like really good Quidditch players,” Hermione corrected her, still smiling. “Well, see you… Got to go and get ready for the party…” -Chapter 15, U.S. 313

wHAT THE FUCK. HERMIONE THAT IS REALLY FUCKING MEAN WHATS WRONG WITH YOU THAT WAS A FUCKING BITCH MOVE

“Did you have a good Christmas?”
“Yeah,” said Ron at once, “pretty eventful, Rufus Scrim -”
“I’ve got something for you, Harry,” said Hermione, neither looking at Ron nor giving any sign that she had heard him. -Chapter 17, U.S. 351

WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND. WHEN YOU WENT OUT WITH KRUM RON STILL SPOKE WITH YOU AND EVEN ACTED POLITE TO YOU AND WAS ONLY 14 AND STILL ACTED MORE MATURE THAN YOU’RE ACTING COME ON YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BRIGHTEST WITCH OF YOUR AGE GIRL

[…] Harry led Hermione over to the spare table.
“So how was your Christmas?”
“Oh, fine,” she shrugged. “Nothing special. How was it at Won-Won’s?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” said Harry. “Look, Hermione, can’t you -?”
“No, I can’t,” she said flatly. “So don’t even ask.”
“I thought maybe, you know, over Christmas -”
“It was the Fat Lady who drank a vat of five-hundred-year-old wine, Harry, not me.” -Chapter 17, U.S. 352

rON WAS JEALOUS WITH KRUM BUT HE STILL TALKED TO YOU WHAT IS THIS STOP BEING MEAN! HERMIONE? MORE LIKE HERMEANIE

“Ron reckons I should just hang back after Potions this afternoon…”
“Oh, well, if Won-Won thinks that, you’d better do it,” she said, flaring up at once. “After all, when has Won-Won’s judgment ever been faulty?”
“Hermione, can’t you -?”
“No!” she said angrily, and stormed away, leaving Harry alone and ankle-deep in snow. -Chapter 18, U.S. 374

HERMEANIE

“How did you do?” asked Ron, hurrying toward Harry. “I think I felt something the last time I tried - a kind of tingling in my feet.”
“I expect your trainers are too small, Won-Won,” said a voice behind them, and Hermione stalked past, smirking. -hapter 18, U.S. 386

hermione stop being an asshole god dammit

Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and demanded to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Harry and Ginny’s obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood behind them, clench-jawed and frightened-looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him. -Chapter 19, U.S. 400

YAY HERMEANIE’S GONE SHE’S FINALLY REALIZED AW SHE DOES CARE FOR HIM AFTER ALL

“Er-my-nee,” croaked Ron unexpectedly from between them. -Chapter 19, U.S. 402

awwwwwww RON YOU SAID HER NAME WHILE YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS AW YOU CUTIE MUST HAVE BEEN A REALLY SEXY DREAM

He stopped talking very suddenly. Lavender Brown was standing at the foot of the marble staircase looking thunderous.
“Hi,” said Ron nervously.
“C'mon,” Harry muttered to Hermione, and they sped past, though not before they heard Lavender say, “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting out today? And why was she with you?”
Ron looked both sulky and annoyed when he appeared at breakfast half an hour later, and though he sat with Lavender, Harry did not see them exchange a word all the time they were together. Hermione was acting as though she was quite oblivious to all of this, but once or twice Harry saw an inexplicable smirk cross her face. -Chapter 20, U.S. 425

hERMIONE’S SO EVIL BUT ITS SO FUNNY AW POOR LAVENDER AW I ACTUALLY LIKE LAVENDER

“How d'you spell 'belligerent’?” said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. “It can’t be B - U - M -”
“No, it isn’t,” said Hermione, pulling Ron’s essay toward her. “And 'augury’ doesn’t being O - R -G either. What kind of quill are you using?”
“It’s one of Fred and George’s spell-check ones… but I think the charm must be wearing off…”
“Yes, it must,” said Hermione, pointing at the title of his essay, “because we were asked how we’d deal with dementors, not 'Dugbogs,’ and I don’t remember you changing your name to 'Roonil Wazlib’ either.”
“Ah no!” said Ron, staring horror-struck at the parchment. “Don’t say I’ll have to write the whole thing out again!”
“It’s okay, we can fix it,” said Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand.
“I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” -Chapter 21, U.S. 449

awwwwww *sighs in admiration*

“No joy,” said Harry, as Ron joined them. “Bad luck, mate, but you’ll pass next time - we can take it together.”
“Yeah, I s'pose,” said Ron grumpily. “But half an eyebrow! Like that matters!”
“I know,” said Hermione soothingly, “it does seem really harsh…” -Chapter 22, U.S. 476

hermione comforting Ron aww I wonder how she comforted him after they got together

“Ron, you’re making it snow,” said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Harry noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Ron’s arm.
“Oh yeah,” said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. “Sorry… looks like we’ve all got horrible dandruff now…”
He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione’s shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. -Chapter 24, U.S. 514

AWWW IM SO SORRY LAVANDER YOULL FIND SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU AW, IM SORRY LAV BUT THEY REALLY DO LOVE EACH OTHER, READ SOME ROMIONE FANFIC YOULL FEEL BETTER

“Thanks,” said Harry, grinning. “And what did you tell her Ron’s got?”
“A Pygmy Puff, but I didn’t say where.”
Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing. -Chapter 25, U.S. 536

AWWWW PLAYFUL TEASING

Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose. -Chapter 30, U.S. 647

THEY SO FUCKED

SO NOW ONTO DEATHLY HALLOWS, BECAUSE RIGHT NOW ITS LOOKING PRETTY FUCKING OBVIOUS

Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione.
“You’re okay,” he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.
“I thought - I thought -”
“’M all right,” said Ron, patting her on the back. “’M fine.”
“Ron was great,” said Tonks warmly, reliquishing her hold on Lupin. “Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom -”
“You did?” said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck.
“Always the tone of surprise,” he said a little grumpily, breaking free. -Chapter 5, U.S. 76

I JUST

“Don’t!” squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary.
“Oh no,” said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. “Hermione, I wasn’t trying to upset -”
But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings, Ron bounded off the bed and got there first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking handkerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, “Tergeo.”
The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking handkerchief to Hermione.
“Oh… thanks, Ron… I’m sorry…” She blew her nose and hiccuped. “It’s just so awful, isn’t it? R-right after Dumbledore… I j-just never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!”
“Yeah, I know,” said Ron, giving her a squeeze. “But you know what he’d say to us if he was here?”
“'C-constant vigilance,’” said Hermione, mopping her eyes.
“That’s right,” said Ron, nodding. “He’d tell us to learn from what happened to him. And what I’ve learned is not to trust that cowardly little squit, Mundungus.”
Hermione gave a shaky laugh and leaned forward to pick up two more books. - Chapter 6, U.S. 94

THE TEASPOON HAS TURNED INTO A LARGE SPOON I SEE

“This isn’t your average book,” said Ron. “It’s pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I’d had this last year I’d have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with… Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I’ve learned a lot. You’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork, either.”- Chapter 7, U.S. 113

hE READ A FULL FUCKING BOOK ON HOW TO MAKE HERMIONE INTERESTED THIS IS CUTE AS FUCK

“I’ll pack these for you,” Hermione said brightly, taking Harry’s presents out of his arms as the three of them headed back upstairs. “I’m nearly done, I’m just waiting for the rest of your underpants to come out of the wash, Ron -”
Ron’s splutter was interrupted by the opening of a door on the first-floor landing.- Chapter 7, U.S. 115

dONT WORRY RON SHE LIKES YOUR UNDERPANTS OULALA

Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes.
“Nice,” said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. “You’ve really got an eye for that sort of thing.”
“Thank you, Ron!” said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused.- Chapter 7, U.S. 118

EEP

“But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party,” said Fred. “He used to down an entire bottle of firewhiskey, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his -”
“Yes, he sounds like a real charmer,” said Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter.
“He never married, for some reason,” said Ron.
“You amaze me,” said Hermione.- Chapter 8, U.S. 142

PLAYFUL TEASING THEYRE JUST SO NATURAL WITH EACHOTHER I JUST

Hermione looked pleasurably flustered, but this time Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, “Who is that man in the yellow?”
“That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,” said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. “Come and dance,” he added abruptly to Hermione.
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor.
“Ah, they are together now?” asked Krum, momentarily distracted.
“Er - sort of,” said Harry. -Chapter 8, U.S. 147

rons jealous, harry ships it, krum respects it and romiones dancing, what’s not to love about this?

“You’re amazing, you are,” said Ron, handing her his bundled up robes.
“Thank you,” said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into the bags.- Chapter 9, U.S. 162

SO MANY COMPLIMENTS MY OH MY RON HAS MATURED

Ron struggled for a moment before managing to extract his wand from his pocket.
“It’s no wonder I can’t get it out, Hermione, you packed my old jeans, they’re tight.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” hissed Hermione, and as she dragged the waitress out of sight of the windows, Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his wand instead.- Chapter 9, U.S. 167

heheheehehehehehehe hermione you so sassy gurl

“That… that was…” Hermione whimpered, as Ron helped her to her feet.- Chapter 9, U.S. 171

SUCH A GENTLEMAN

“Family safe, do not reply, we are being watched.”
The Patronus dissolved into nothingness. Ron let out a noise between a whimper and a groan and dropped onto the sofa: Hermione joined him, gripping his arm.
“They’re all right, they’re all right!” she whispered, and Ron half laughed and hugged her. - Chapter 9, U.S. 173

im turning into a pile of mush

Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her finger’s inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. - Chaper 10, U.S. 176

Hell yeah they did

Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, “What if purebloods and half-bloods swear a Muggle-born’s part of their family? I’ll tell everyone Hermione’s my cousin -”
Hermione covered Ron’s hand with hers and squeezed it.
“Thank you, Ron, but I couldn’t let you -”
“You won’t have a choice,” said Ron fiercely, gripping her hand back. “I’ll teach you my family tree so you can answer questions on it.” - Chapter 11, U.S. 209

IM RON WEASLEY AND MY DUTY IS TO PROTECT THE MAIDENS HONOUR

“Don’t look at me like that!” he snapped at Hermione.
“Don’t you start on her!” snarled Ron.- Chapter 11, U.S. 215

IS SOMEONE BEING RUDE TO YOU FAIR MAIDEN, FEAR NOT I AM HERE TO PROTECT YOUR HONOUR, LET NO INSULT STAND YOUR WAY M'LADY

“'Merlin’s pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.”- Chapter 12, U.S. 226

oH rON

“Snape could send Phineas Nigellus to look inside this house for him,” Hermione explained to Ron as she resumed her seat. “But let him try it now, all Phineas Nigellus will be able to see is the inside of my handbag.”
“Good thinking!” said Ron, looking impressed.
“Thank you,” smiled Hermione, pulling her soup toward her.- Chapter 12, U.S. 228

Ron you’re such a kiss up

“Respect?” Harry repeated, but Hermione shot him a warning look; apparently he was not to argue with Ron while the latter was in such a weakened condition.- Chapter 14, U.S. 273

IM HERMIONE AND AINT NOBODY INSULTIN MY SEXY PIECE OF GINGER ASS YA HEARD

Hermione was watching Ron fret over the fate of the Cameroles, and there was such tenderness in her expression that Harry felt as if he had surprised her in the act of kissing him.- Chapter 14, U.S. 274

sOOON HARRY SOON

Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?
"Are you staying, or what?”
“I…” She looked anguished. “Yes - yes, I’m staying. Ron, we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help -”
“I get it. You choose him.”
“Ron, no - please - come back, come back!”
She was impeded by her own Shield Charm; by the time she had removed it, he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron’s name amongst the trees.
After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face.
“He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!”
She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.- Chapter 15, U.S. 309

HE DOESN’T MEAN IT IT’S THE DARK MAGIC OMG AND HES ALREADY INSECURE AND STARVING AND DARK MAGIC OMG SO MUCH DARK MAGIC ITS NOT HIS FAULT HE TRIED TO COME BACK RIGHT AWAY HERMIONE PLEASE ITS NOT HIS FUCKING FAULT

Then a voice hissed from out of the Horcrux.
“I have seen your heart, and it is mine.”
“Don’t listen to it!” Harry said harshly. “Stab it!”
“I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible…”
“Stab!” shouted Harry; his voice echoed off the surrounding trees, the sword point trembled, and Ron gazed down into Riddle’s eyes.
“Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter… Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend… Second best, always, eternally overshadowed…”
“Ron, stab it now!” Harry bellowed; He could feel the locket quivering in his grip and was scared of what was coming. Ron raised the sword still higher, and as he did so, Riddle’s eyes gleamed scarlet.
Out of the locket’s two windows, out of the eyes, there bloomed two grotesque bubbles, the heads of Harry and Hermione, wierdly distorted.
Ron yelled in shock and backed away as the figures blossomed out of the locket, first chests, then waists, then legs, until they stood in the locket, side by side like trees with a common root, swaying over Ron and the real Harry, who had snatched his fingers away from the locket as it burned, suddenly, white-hot.
“Ron!” he shouted, but the Riddle-Harry was now speaking with Voldemort’s voice and Ron was gazing, mesmerized, into its face.
“Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence… We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption -”
“Presumption!” echoed the Riddle-Hermione, who was more beautiful and yet more terrible than the real Hermione: She swayed, cackling, before Ron, who looked horrified yet transfixed, the sword hanging pointlessly at his side. “Who could look at you, who would ever look at you, beside Harry Potter? What have you ever done, compared with the Chosen One? What are you, compared with the Boy Who Lived?”
“Ron, stab it, STAB IT!” Harry yelled, but Ron did not move: His eyes were wide, and the Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione were reflected in them, their hair swirling like flames, their eyes shining red, their voices lifted in an evil duet.
“Your mother confessed,” sneered Riddle-Harry, while Riddle-Hermione jeered, “that she would have preferred me as a son, would be glad to exchange…”
“Who wouldn’t prefer him, what woman would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him,” crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she stretched like a snake and entwined herself around Riddle-Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: Their lips met.
On the ground in front of them, Ron’s face filled with anguish. He raised the sword high, his arms shaking.
“Do it, Ron!” Harry yelled.
Ron looked toward him, and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes.
“Ron -?”
The sword flashed, plunged: Harry threw himself out of the way, there was a clang of metal and a long, drawn-out scream. Harry whirled around, slipping in the snow, wand held ready to defend himself: but there was nothing to fight.
The monstrous versions of himself and Hermione were gone: There was only Ron, standing there with the sword held slackly in his hand, looking down at the shattered remains of the locket on the flat rock.
Slowly, Harry walked back to him, hardly knowing what to say or do. Ron was breathing heavily: His eyes were no longer red at all, but their normal blue; they were also wet.
Harry stooped, pretending he had not seen, and picked up the broken Horcrux. Ron had pierced the glass in both windows: Riddle’s eyes were gone, and the stained silk lining of the locket was smoking slightly. The thing that had lived in the Horcrux had vanished; torturing Ron had been its final act.
The sword clanged as Ron dropped it. He had sunk to his knees, his head in his arms. He was shaking, but not, Harry realized, from cold. Harry crammed the broken locket into his pocket, knelt down beside Ron, and placed a hand cautiously on his shoulder. He took it as a good sign that Ron did not throw it off.
“After you left,” he said in a low voice, grateful for the fact that Ron’s face was hidden, “she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone…”
He could not finish it; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry fully realized how much his absence had cost them.
“She’s like my sister,” he went on. “I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that. I thought you knew.”- Chapter 19, U.S. 375

i just want to hug Ron omg no how can anyone hate him omg hating Ron is like hating a puppy look at this shit AND RARRY BROTP AM I RIGHT

She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron’s rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas.
Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half raised his arms.
Hermione launched herself forward and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.
“Ouch - ow - gerroff! What the -? Hermione - OW!”
“You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!”
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.
“You - crawl - back - here - after - weeks - and - weeks - oh, where’s my wand?”
She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instictively.
“Protego!”
The invisible shield erupted between Ron and Hermione: The force of it knocked her backward onto the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, she leapt up again.
“Hermione!” Harry said. “Calm -”
“I will not calm down!” she screamed. Never before had he seen her lose control like this; she looked quite demented. “Give me back my wand! Give it to me!
“Hermione, will you please -”
“Don’t you tell me what to do, Harry Potter!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!”
She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps.
“I came running after you! I called you! I begged you to come back!”
“I know,” Ron said, “Hermione, I’m sorry, I’m really -”
“Oh, you’re sorry!”
She laughed, a high pitched, out-of-control sound; Ron looked at Harry for help, but Harry merely grimaced his helplessness.
“You come back after weeks - weeks - and you think it’s all going to be all right if you say sorry?”
“Well, what else can I say?” Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back.
“Oh, I don’t know!” yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. “Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds -”
“Hermione,” interjected Harry, who considered this a lot blow, “he just saved my -”
“I don’t care!” she screamed. “I don’t care what he’s done! Weeks and weeks, we could have been dead for all he knew -”
“I knew you weren’t dead!” bellowed Ron, drowning her voice for the first time, and approaching as close as he could with the Shield Charm between them. “Harry’s all over the Prophet, all over the radio, they’re looking for you everywhere, all these rumors and mental stories, I knew I’d hear straight off if you were dead, you don’t know what it’s been like -”
“What it’s been like for you?”
Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless, and Ron seized his opportunity.
“I wanted to come back the minute I’d Disapparated, but I walked straight into a gang of Snatchers, Hermione, and I couldn’t go anywhere!”- Chapter 19, U.S. 379

HERMIONE STOP RON DOESN’T DESERVE THAT

“One thing I would like to know, though,” she said, fixing her eyes on a spot a foot over Ron’s head. “How exactly did you find us tonight? That’s important. Once we know, we’ll be able to make sure we’re not visited by anyone else we don’t want to see.”
Ron glared at her, then pulled a small silver object from his jeans pocket.  “I was listening to the radio really early on Christmas morning and I heard… I heard you.” He was looking at Hermione.- Chapter 19, U.S. 383

TOOOO FLUFFY SO FLUFFY IT’S SO GODAMN FLUFFY

Hermione put the vanquished Horcrux into the beaded bag, then climbed back into her bed and settled down without another word.
Ron passed Harry the new wand.
“About the best you could hope for, I think,” murmured Harry.
“Yeah,” said Ron. “Could’ve been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?”
“I still haven’t ruled it out,” came Hermione’s muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack.- Chapter 19, U.S. 386

fluuuufff

“The Deluminator turned out to be pretty useful,” piped up Ron. “I think Hermione’s right, I think we ought to go and see Lovegood.”
Harry threw him a dark look. He was quite sure that Ron’s support of Hermione had little to do with a desire to know the meaning of the triangular rune.- Chapter 20, U.S. 395

Im pretty sure his desire was to see a triangular rune, but not the one that’s part of the deathly hallows

When Hermione returned to her bunk, Harry lowered his voice.
“You only agreed to try and get back in her good books.”
“All’s fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.”- Chapter 20, U.S. 396

HE JUST ADMITTED HE LOVES HER YASS

“Get - off - her!” Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, “No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!”
“Your boyfriend’s going to have worse than that done to him if he’s on my list,” said the horribly familiar, rasping voice.- Chapter 23, U.S. 447

GET YOUR HANDS OF THE MAIDEN, I AM RON WEASLEY AND I WILL DIE TO PROTECT HER HONOUR

“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.”
“Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply. “All except… except for the Mudblood.”
Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.
“No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!”
Bellatrix hit him across the face; the blow echoed around the room.
“If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,” she said.- Chapter 23, U.S. 463

WHAT THE FUCK RON OMG YOURE SO FUCKING PERFECT YOU BETTER HAVE GOTTEN SOME GREAT SEX WITH HERMIONE YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT HER OH MY GOODNESS

“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girl when she’s finished with her?” Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say I’ll get a bite or two, wouldn’t you, ginger?”
Harry could feel Ron shaking.- Chapter 23, U.S. 463

fucking tell me you don’t like Ron like go ahead I’ll just show you fucking this like what I can’t even ugh

The echoing bang of the slammed cellar door had not died away before there was a terrible, drawn-out scream from directly above them.
“HERMIONE!” Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle against the ropes tying them together, so that Harry staggered. “HERMIONE!”
“Be quiet!” Harry said. “Shut up, Ron, we need to work out a way -”
“HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”

- Chapter 23, U.S. 464

Hermione screamed again from overhead, and they could hear Bellatrix screaming too, but her words were inaudible, for Ron shouted again, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”

- Chapter 23, U.S. 464

“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?
“We found it - we found it - PLEASE!” Hermione screamed again: Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty nail slipped onto Harry’s wrist.

- Chapter 23, U.S. 465

From above came Bellatrix’s voice.
“You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!”
Another terrible scream -
“HERMIONE!”
“What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!”
“There!”
Harry felt the ropes fall away and turned, rubbing his wrists, to see Ron running around the cellar, looking up at the low ceiling, searching for a trapdoor.

- Chapter 23, U.S. 465

“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!
Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists […]

- Chapter 23, U.S. 466

He tilted the shard of mirror this way and that, and saw nothing reflected there but the walls and ceiling of their prison, and upstairs Hermione was screaming worse than ever, and next to him Ron was bellowing, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”

HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO NOT LOVE HIM LIKE LOOK AT THIS FUCKING PART WHO DO PEOPLE NOT SHIP ROMIONE IF YOU DONT FUCKING SHIP ROMIONE YOU DONT FUCKING SHIP LOVE LIKE LOOK AT THIS SHIT I CANNOT EVEN IM SO UGH IM THIS HUGE PUDDLE OF EMOTIONS IM GOING TO CRY LIKE HERE SHE IS BEING TORTURED AND RON LITERALLY FEELS AS MUCH PAIN AS SHE DOES JUST BECAUSE SHES THE ONE BEING TORTURED

“And I think,” said Bellatrix’s voice, “we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Ron had burst into the drawing room; Bellatrix looked around, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead -- Chapter 23, U.S. 472

ron motherfucking weasley this is so fucking emotional

Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him.- Chapter 24, U.S. 480

the angst the fluff the sweetness i cant handle it

And then he skidded around a final corner and with a yell of mingled relief and fury he saw them: Ron and Hermione, both with their arms full of large, curved, dirty yellow objects, Ron with a broomstick under his arm.
“Where the hell have you been?” Harry shouted.
“Chamber of Secrets,” said Ron.
“Chamber - what?” said Harry, coming to an unsteady halt before them.
“It was Ron, all Ron’s idea!” said Hermione breathlessly. “Wasn’t it absolutely brilliant? There we were, after you left, and I said to Ron, even if we find the other one, how are we going to get rid of it? We still hadn’t got rid of the cup! And then he thought of it! The basilisk!”
“What the -?”
“Something to get rid of Horcruxes,” said Ron simply.
Harry’s eyes dropped to the objects clutched in Ron and Hermione’s arms; great curved fangs, torn, he now realized, from the skull of a dead basilisk.
“But how did you get in there?” he asked, staring from the fangs to Ron. “You need to speak Parseltongue!”
“He did!” whispered Hermione. “Show him, Ron!”
Ron made a horrible strangled hissing noise.
“It’s what you did to open the locket,” he told Harry apologetically. “I had to have a few goes to get it right, but,” he shrugged modestly, “we got there in the end.”
“He was amazing!” said Hermione. “Amazing!”- Chapter 31, U.S. 623

ron you clever motherfucker

“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We’ve forgotten someone!”
“Who?” asked Hermione.
“The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?”
“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry.
“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want any more Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us -”
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “OI! There’s a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it’s now or never, isn’t it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D'you think you could just - just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?”
“Yeah - right - sorry,” said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.- Chapter 31, U.S. 625

YAASSSSSSSS YAS YAS YAS YAS YA SYAS YASY AS YASIT HAPPENED HARRY YOU FUCKING COCKBLOCKER THAT SEEMED LIKEA REALLY FUCKING SEXY KISS THAT HAD FUCKING TONGUE AND LIP BITES AND RON WAS GRIPPING HERMIONE AND HERMIONE WAS GRIPPING RON AND THEY WERE PROBABLY GOING TO FUCK RIGHT THEN AND THERE HOLY SHIY IT FINALLY HAPPENED HELL FUCKING YES WHAT ANA AMAZING KISSS I SHIP IT SO HARD THANK YOU JO

YAAAAA

Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.
“Parked all right, then?” Ron asked Harry. “I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She though I’d have to Confund the examiner.”
“No, I didn’t,” said Hermione, “I had complete faith in you.”
“As a matter of fact, I did Confund him,” Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus’s trunk and owl onto the train. “I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that.”
Back on the platform, they found Lily and Hugo, Rose’s younger brother, having an animated discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.
“If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.”
“Ron!” - Epilogue, U.S. 755

theyre married! THEY HAVE CHILDREN. THEYRE PLAYFUL, THEYVE FRICK FRACKED THEYRE PERFECT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER HOLY JESUS

“So that’s little Scorpius,” said Ron under his breath. “Make sure you beat him at every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.”
“Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!”
“You’re right,” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”- Epilogue, U.S. 756

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

OH MAN LOOK AT THESE TWO

So there you have it. The real Ron and Hermione are cuties and amazing, and there is nothing abusing or terrible in their relationship. I don’t know what kind of fanfic some people have been reading. But this is canon Ron and Hermione and I love it. As should everyone else because let’s be real, even Satan ships it.

When I'm gone. Harry styles imagine

He smacked his hand on table “shut the hell up for a moment” immediately I close my mouth. Not because I’m scared of him, it’s because I never saw him like this. I can’t even remember how the fight started but it soon turned into a Tsunami.
“It’s just a fucking book y/n. I can buy you thousands of those and you still act like this over a fucking stupid book. That shit wasn’t the most precious thing” he said and that was enough to break my heart.
The book he’s talking about is the most precious thing in world for me and I thought he felt the same as well.
Tears fall down of my face. The first month we saw each other I was so into the book, After I finished it we decided to talk our cheesy conversation over book by marking the words. So the book includes our thoughts and emotions and he just gave the book to one of his friends that she lost it as well.

“But it was important to me” I whispered “I told you I’ll buy thousands of them. Just stop it right here. I know you’re just jealous. So stop this childish behavior because I’m fucking tired of you and your stupid behavior” he shout as he waltz over the mess he made.
After two years dating I thought I meant something for him but I’m so stupid.

“So you’re tired? Yeah?” I get into room as he was hot on my heels “the hell I am ” he said start unbuttoning his shirt. I pull out a suitcase , decided it’s not my place anymore. He look at the suitcase and my clothes “it’s the exactly what I’m talking about ” he laying on bed “maybe it’s for better” he mumbled before closing his eyes.
I don’t know how harry turned into this heartless man he is right now but it happened and before I know I was in airplane going back to my parents house back in America. My heart is in million pieces and I know it never gonna heal.

Harry’s POV

she left and I was so scared to even stop her. I was under so much pressure because of media and my new album and the idea of engaging to y/n was over my head. I was so scared to decide so soon and without thinking, I was scared of everything and everyone and there was thousands “what if’ in my mind, what if the love is temporary? What if she finds out she can do better? Times pass and things changes so people so what if we change?
I was so scared that I didn’t even notice how I pushed the love of my life away until she’s mikes away from me.
"Earth to harry” Mitch waves his hand in front of me, I look around “sorry, I was, I was in …. let’s start again” I start playing guitar but Mitch didn’t budge.
“I think you should call her” he said “what?” He shakes his head “before it’s too late, you need to win her back, if you still have feelings for her”
Of course I do have. She’s still the biggest part of me and now thousands miles away. How can I survive without my soul?
What if she never forgive me because I hurt her so bad that I can’t even forgive me.
“I need to go” I stand up and unlock my phone, it’s now or never “hello Paul, book me a flight to France, as soon as possible”

Y/n POV
“Ok stop it now” my mom came into room with this sentence “stop what mom?” I start reading again not really care what she want to say “stop being like this, stop being depressed” I sighs , I’m not as outgoing as I was but it doesn’t mean I’m depressed, I’m just not in the mood “I’m not depressed mom” she shakes her head “look y/n, your my only daughter and I’ll do anything for you, even if it means I kick you out so you can take a breath, if you know what I mean” I nod at her “I know mom”
She close the door behind her and I close my book as well. Without harry is so tough , without him everything is pointless, even sunrise!
I’m so broken , mostly because I can’t hate him.
Bell rings and I heard mom opened the door downstairs, minutes later she was in my room “this is for you” she gave me a packet. I look at it but there was no name on the packet “from who?” I ask but she was no where to be found.
I opened the packet and there was a book, not every book, it was our book, mine and Harry’s. and a tiny pink paper was in between pages

‘I know I screwed up, but give me a chance. If yes then open your window. H’
“What?” I put the book down and stand up from the bed walking to my window while my heart was beating so fast. Is this real? Am I sleep?
There was standing harry with a guitar in his hands “I know here isn’t Spain but we’re pretty close so” he looked in my eyes as his lips start moving while his hands play the guitar
“I can’t go on and
Let you lose it all
More than I take
Who will ease your pain?
And who is gonna save
You when I’m gone?
And who watch over you?”
He sings and I cried “y/n I know I was a dick” he starts “you were” I cleared my tears but it’s pointless “I know I am a joke but I want you to be the one to forgive me and I want to be the one to forgive you because I can’t promise you I’m not gonna act crazy because I’m madly in love that I’m losing my mind” he said
“So will you forgive me my amor?”
I nod how can I not “I forgive you harry”
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Hope you enjoyed, this was one of the old requests I had, I’m sorry if it’s too late to post it but I hope whoever that request it still want it. All the love. Della

You were right, okay.. I’m, I’m jealous. I wish I could snap my fingers, and and, and give you everything you wish for.. And it kills me that he can do that stuff for you and I can’t. And I, I acted badly, very badly.. I promise I’ll be better for you. I swear to Rao, I will listen, Kara. I will respect you, just please, just give me, just give me another chance
— 

Mon-El | Supergirl 2x13, “Mr.&Mrs. Mxyzptlk”

He pleaded. His voice was shaking. Tears started to pool in his eyes. Emotions hit him hard. The twirling waves of anger, sadness, and desperation drowned him, makes it harder to breathe. He couldn’t believe that this amazing and beautiful woman standing in front of him decided to accept the proposal from the 5th dimentional being. It hurts him even more when she said those words, of things that he used to think they’re going to do. To work together, be together and make a great team. Together.

“ I thought we were gonna do that ”

anonymous asked:

I love your baby headcanon stuff! Could you write one of Gabe and/or Reaper? I just love your work.

Pregnant

  • Gabriel chokes up when he finds out like he is smiling and hugging you and kissing you and dancing around the room with you in his arms
  • He’ll grumble about it playfully but he will cook for you and go out and get whatever you’re craving if you ask
  • He has so so so many beliefs/myths about the pregnancy that he believes; the shape of your belly will determine gender, heartburn will mean a hairy baby, etc. You listen to all of them and try and follow them the best you can to make him happy
  • Gabe is so proud of you, like he isn’t one to outwardly brag about it but he will wrap his arm around you, squeeze you and puff up his chest when walking with you as if to say to the world look at this beautiful woman pregnant with my child
  • This man is brushing your hair and helping you bathe and massaging your feet and anytime you try and tell you that you’re good, he’s like hush, let me do this
  • He is so happy and excited but scared because he’s seen the world and he knows what it’s like and he is fiercely protective of you both
  • Angela is NOT allowed to see you or have ANY hand in your care

“Gabriel Alejandro Reyes you put me down right now”, you threatened emptily, trying to keep your brow furrowed as he carried you in his arms and danced around the room with you. But he was smiling and that made you smile and soon you were both laughing as he spun you around. You had asked for help off of the couch and it had turned into this affectionate impromptu dance.

“Oh mi amorcita”, he crooned in a playful song, slowing to a stop as he lavished your cheek in tender kisses, placing you down carefully on the floor. His hands didn’t leave you though, resting on your stomach and littering kisses on your forehead. “Mi mamita, mi reina y mi princesita.”

Your faced blushed in happiness as Gabe pressed a kiss to your forehead then your lips before bending to place one on your round belly. Three months left and you already felt like you were round enough but Gabe called you beautiful at every chance he got. He straightened up, taking your hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss against it.

“Hungry”, he asked you before pressing another gentle kiss to your palm again, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Mhmm”, you answered, laughing quietly as he led you to the kitchen with him, helping you sit on the stool in front of the island.

“I’ll make you some plantanos maduros.”

Baby

  • He will doubt it if ever brought up but he cried at the birth, just the happiest tears anyone had ever seen
  • He has so many cute nicknames for the baby, most popular being princesita(Reyes=King, calls s/o mi reina=My queen, princesita=princess)
  • This man keeps a poker face but whenever the baby is sick or  collicky, he is a nervous, emotional wreck inside. He just wants to make her feel better
  • This man has NEVER cursed in front of his child. You don’t know how he does it because like…he loves his curse words but he is not going to sully those precious ears
  • His baby talk is legendary, like he is just the sweetest, soft talking man ever and if anyone says anything about it, he threatens to slit their throat in their sleep.
  • He sings quiet lullabies to the baby anytime possible/allowed

A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea

Fuentecita, que corre clara y sonora
Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella

A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño bendito sea, bendito sea

Fuentecita, que corre clara y sonora
Ruisenor que en la selva cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella

You watched with a small smile, listening to Gabe sing to Isabella from the rocking chair in the corner of your room. She had had ‘lunch’ and her big brown eyes stared up at her father, trying to resist the comforting lull of his voice. He began cooing softly to her, his large calloused fingers rubbing sweetly over her full, round cheeks.

“Princesita”, he hummed, placing a light kiss against her forehead, running his forefinger down her nose. This tricked her eyes shut, her blinks growing slower but not quite shutting all the way. He kept this trick up until her eyes shut all the way, smiling and pressing another gentle kiss to her forehead before carefully placing her in the crib on her back. “Te amo, my little treasure.”

He watched her for several moments before assisting you out of the chair, arm wrapping around your waist gently. He squeezed your hip as he led you out of the room, kissing you hard on the top of your head.

hey, mr. lifeguard

Normally you spend your days off in the peace and quiet of your own home, but you have to take your little cousin to the pool and the cute lifeguard makes it worthwhile.


Fandom: BTS
Pairings: J-Hope | Jung HoseokxReader
Genres: Fluff, Lifeguard!Hoseok, summer/pool AU
Rating: G
Words: 2333

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Summary: Normally you spend your days off in the peace and quiet of your own home, but you have to take your little cousin to the pool and the cute lifeguard makes it worthwhile.

A/N: Casually drops lifeguard Hoseok without any warning… I took a break from this bigger Yoonseok project to write this yesterday after my visit to the water park. Enjoy :)


There is no greater sound than that of screaming children as they dangerously run along the concrete patio of the local public pool on a hot summer day, earning whistles of warning from the pool lifeguards and jumping into the deep end of the pool over and over. And there is definitely no greater feeling than being splashed by said children with the ice cold water as you try to relax in the sun, wetting the novel in your hands for the fifth time that day.

That’s sarcasm, of course.

You typically enjoy peace and quiet on your days off, and being surrounded by wild children at a crowded pool on an unbearably hot summer day isn’t typically your ideal way to relax, but you told yourself that the sunlight would do you some good as a way to motivate yourself that morning as you got ready to pick up your little cousin. Jeongguk’s parents had asked you to take him to the pool for the day because their babysitter canceled and they both had to work. It wasn’t the first time they’d asked you to do so, but you accepted because you knew the two of them worked hard to keep food on the table for their small family. Jeongguk was a good kid for the most part, so spending the day with him was usually pretty fun anyway. Plus, the attractive lifeguard that worked at the pool during the week was an added benefit of being the chauffeur and temporary guardian of a restless five year old.

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