well i tried to make something different

anonymous asked:

Hello! Could I ask for some headcanons if Moira was sick? Like nothing terminal, something like the flu, and how she'd react to a SO trying to take care of her?

Hello lovely! And you surely can, I very much hope I could write her well enough and that you’re going to like it =)

- Moira isn’t good with being helpless and while she sees the use to rely on other people in the field or to work together with someone who can do what she can’t, getting sick is something entirely different.

- Usually, when Moira is alone, she holes up with her medicine and a huge pot of tea and just tries to sleep it off, making sure she’s healthy again before returning to her work.

- She doesn’t react well to being coddled or constantly asked if she needs anything. If she’s too sick to take care of herself, she asks if her partner might make her tea and later some soup, though aside from that, she mostly relies on her medicine and sleep to get back onto her feet.

- Moira can be a bit insufferable if she’s at this stage of illness, where she’s too sick to move around but not sick enough to sleep the day away. Her mind is rather active while her body isn’t and that can cause her to be cranky or to get frustrated with things more easily.

- What Moira is okay with is sitting on the couch and watching a movie, while her partner cuddles her or prepares something to eat in the background. She can get tactile while being sick and she finds it unexpectedly soothing to just rest her head on her love’s shoulder and have them put on a show they both already know. Moira can doze off or pay attention, all without feeling like she’s missing out on something.

- Moira does worry about getting them sick as well, though her protests aren’t too strong when her partner says they won’t get sick. She trusts their judgment, though if they really do get sick because of her, she scolds them before taking care of them and getting her love back to their feet as soon as possible.

My Future Wife, LeFou!

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Title: My Future Wife, LeFou!
Words: 2,456 
Pairing: GastonxReader
Warnings: Little Bit of Swearing
A/N: Oh dear god I can’t find any Gaston stories I like so I guess I’ll just write my fucking own I guess that’s the only way I’ll ever be happy so enjoy my Luke Evans thirst

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I suppose one of the big differences is, you don’t see the Beast prior to being a beast in the animated film. You see a sort of stained glass window version of him. But there’s no real sense of what he was like. And in this, we’ve just a hint and we see him at the ball. And I think something that Bill and I were keen to sort of bring out is this sense of a sort of petulant, spoiled child, and the sense of kind of entitledness that led to his downfall.  [Dan Stevens]

Doodle ideas 1 - plants

Remember when I asked you what should I do with the remaining pages of my bujo? Well, the most suggested thing was to do some doodle ideas, which I did, yaay :D. Now I know a lot of people have done these, @studypetals has series of these, @studywithinspo has done some great ones too (he even has videos on how to do doodles!)… but here I am anyway :D. To do something a bit different, I tried to draw them all in one theme. So here’s various flora, all I could think of :D. I had fun making these and I still have a lot of pages left in my journal, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know! :)

Bracelet Commissions

Okay so I’m pretty much broke

And I refuse to ask for money because of internalized issues that make is impossible for me to request help no matter how much I need it. So I’m going to try and earn money. But since I can’t do the usual thing which is drawing the only thing I have is jewery. Specifically wrap style bracelets. The following are a few examples 

These are the oldest two I have. They’re not very good but give you an idea of the design. These are double wraps so they go around your wrist twice. The one on the right is faceted Citrine and non-faceted Aventurine. On the left is what I believe is Turquoise and maybe a Red Jasper and silver toned spacers. I can’t recall it’s been years since I made these. These beads are very small, 4mm I believe. 

The first triple wrap I made, it’s very bulky, the stones being 8mm. The cord is leather and the meta spacers are simple pewter. The stones are Aqua Terra Imperial Jasper and something that looks like but isn’t Larimer. I suspect a dyed howlite or the likes. 

One of the two most recent ones I made, you can see I’ve gotten better. Malachite, Red Jasper, Lapis Lazuli and Onyx with silver toned spacers. Also a triple wrap. The beads are all 6mm rounds

This one was made for a friend and was something I’d never tried before, different shaped beads working together. It did turn out pretty well for something I’d never done before but I can’t swear to the size of the beads. But it’s made of three different shaped garnet beads and unakite bars. It’s also a triple wrap. 

A comparison shot of the size of bead. 

The above are not actually for sale. These are custom made and sized for my wrist and as such won’t fit anyone else. 
I am, however, looking to make some for others who want some. They won’t be cheap as materials aren’t inexpensive but it’s something I actually enjoy doing and I’m hoping to make just enough money off of them to say I’m making SOMETHING. 


The bracelets will be priced according to how many wraps as each time around is essentially enough material to make another bracelet. 

  • Single wrap - $30
  • Double wrap - $40
  • Triple wrap - $50

I’m only really charging for materials here as my time isn’t worth a whole lot to me and I’m going to be sucking up the cost of shipping. Remember my prices are all in Canadian as well so if you’re american then you’re getting a deal. As well, I may give you a deal if you pick from the list of materials I currently have on hand as opposed to something I need to go out and acquire


The following is a list is everything I currently have on hand.  

  • pearls of a vaguely round shape (purple, teal, pink, olive green, lilac, gold and some kinda pastel peacock thing)
  • faceted goldstone tires 8mm
  • faceted amethyst tires 8mm
  • faceted amethyst rounds 6mm
  • unakite rounds 8mm
  • faceted fluorite tires 6mm
  • fluorite rounds 4 and 6mm
  • faceted and unfaceted clear quartz rounds 6mm
  • garnet rounds 4mm
  • faceted carnelian tires 4mm
  • kyanite flat rounds 6mm
  • peridot flat rounds 4mm

These are materials I can acquire. They are all non faceted rounds

  • smokey quartz 6mm 8mm
  • lapis lazuli 6mm 8mm
  • blue jasper 8mm
  • jade 6mm 8mm
  • sodalite 4mm 8mm
  • fluorite 6mm
  • purple banded agate 6mm
  • aqua terra imperial jasper 8mm
  • rhodonite 8mm
  • imperial red jasper 6mm
  • matt red jasper 4mm 6mm 8mm
  • mookaite 6mm 8mm
  • red tigers eye 4mm 6mm 8mm
  • black agate 6mm 8mm
  • malachite 8mm
  • chrysoprase 8mm
  • azurite 6mm 8mm 
  • turquoise 6mm

If you have any real interest, please message me. We can talk about the details and work something out. I can send photos of the materials I have to make sure you like them. 

Also, if you’d be willing to reblog this, that would be great. Maybe someone out there is interested. 

Petname Babygirl II pt. 5

Yoongi x reader, Jimin

genre: smut, aaangst

word count: too long, 15.3k

Returning home and having a week off was nice, but after coming back to work everything changed.

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Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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i have plenty thoughts on lance’s vlog but i’m going to paint my new house today and then the weekend should be hectic with finishing up moving into it. sooo idk when i’ll be able to sit down and type everything up. any posts from me will be from my queue.


Halo 5 Helmet Redesigns

A little project I’ve had in the works since the end of inktober.

There is a ton of criticism I have for the game, but one thing that’s bothered me a lot is the design of the Gen 2 armor variants and helmets. 

Many of them just didn’t look like Spartan armor anymore. By all means excellent designs by themselves, they weren’t really the best fit for Halo. This was probably to support differentiation of rewards in the card pack system in the game, but from an in-universe standpoint it makes no sense to me. 

Although it’s stated that production of power armor has been opened up to the private sector as well, there is something to be said about having compatible standards, especially in a military context and even more so when the people wearing these suits regularly get into extremely hazardous situations where damage to their armor is likely an replacements need to be made. Worse, Spartans often operate behind enemy lines without easy access to maintenance and having wildly different designs seems like a bad recipe for field repairs.

So that’s one thing I tried to do as a design exercise with this and create a more uniform look while keeping the icons that make the helmets unique: Where possible, all helmets share the same neck seal and neural interface port and a more straightforward visor. (Don’t get me started on Seeker.)

Variants where the main difference is some sort of add-on tech or visor have been redesigned to have one baseline frame with these additions on top (like back in Reach). 

Variants that were really similar in design (think EVA and Orbital) have been condensed into one.

Some helmets have been ignored entirely and ones with super-gimmicky designs (hello Warmaster) have been dialed back.

Armor designs will follow once I figure those out.

This isn’t a simple Elentori repost.

This is me, showing you how sometimes, artists can let themselves be influenced by a peer too heavily. And that simple inspiration can become near-plagiarism.

I’m not putting credit, even if none of these examples are from the same person. I’ve made that decision so no one gets shit over this– though I’m sorry because they are all great pieces, and I know a lot of time and work were put into all of them. I’m not here to bash, or to try and lessen anyone’s worth and talent. Plus– this could have happened with anyone. These are simply the examples I have collected over the past few months.

Last disclaimer: All of the artists above have not repeated this very often, if at all, of what I’ve seen. In fact, it’s not always copying. Just being inspired very heavily (as seen above). And I can see how good they are: Their potential, and, above all, their obvious talent. All in all, I simply want to point out one last time that this is not against them at all. They have simply provided me with the examples I need to make a point.

And who would I be showing other pieces without calling myself out: I’ve done it too, and I include myself in everything I’m saying. It is because I’ve done it, actually, that I take it to heart so much.

Which is fucking embarassing to admit so bear with me.

In fact, even if you do recognize any other of these pieces, don’t give anyone trouble. Please just– don’t ever send good-willed artists hate. Chances are, they were having a nice day before you showed up.

So… it’s well-known there are many ways for artists to learn. To become better: And one of these methods is to copy others.

But usually, these studies remain in your personal folders. They are not to post and claim as your own. Or if you do post them: you’d share it for what it is, I’m assuming.

And this is where this trend gets a little dismaying. In neither of the original posts was there a mention that Elentori was the inspiration. Even though it is obvious to any onlooker. Not even hidden in the tags. And I’ve checked all of these blogs’ archives just to make sure that I was not mistaking the copying and the copied.

I’m not diminishing Elentori’s work either: She’s a great reference, and I don’t know a soul who dislikes her work or doubts her talent. She’s actually made a brand for herslelf and that’s why her style lifts from the masses.

But that’s exactly it: she has found her own style, and it’s working out great for her. And that’s what I wish upon every other artist out there.

There is no reason to purposely put yourself in someone’s shadow, just because you admire them so much.

So like Noah Bradley says in his art camp:

Study art from masters. The older, the better. And if they’re dead, that’s the best. There’s nothing else they could’ve taught you.

(This isn’t an actual quote, it’s just very much the message he gives from what I remember.)

I would change that a little: Copy masters (Master painters, Disney illustrators… and there are more) as well, and especially. Don’t just copy trends or trendsetters, guys. Find your own signature. Something that others will want to copy as well. Something that’ll be uniquely yours. Try different things. Dwelve in cartoons even when you’re into realistic things. Just to better yourself.

And here’s a thought:

Can we make it socially acceptable to be comfortable, as artists, to cite our inspiration? To say;; hey, I tried this artist’s style today. Here’s how it turned out!! Because there must be a reason why we don’t do it. And maybe it’s some untold social construct?

I don’t know. I just think we should move past it.

January told me that just because a new year starts doesn’t mean a new me has to start.

February showed me that I am worthy of being loved.

March exposed me and all my worries and insecurities, and made me stronger by beating me down.

April taught me that sometimes other people see parts of yourself better than you do, but they may not always see the dark parts.

May spread me so thinly that I felt as if I were a drop of rain trying to cover an entire sidewalk.

June set me up; sometimes people are terrible, terrible creatures, and they’re willing to twist things however they need to in order to get what they want.

July presented me with an opportunity to prove that moving on doesn’t mean letting go.

August allowed me to rebuild parts of myself I thought I had lost.

September erased me; once again I would be a blank slate, and that haunted me for days.

October held me up for the world to see; I was now a part of something bigger than myself, something bigger that could make a difference.

November terrified me, showed me that out of sight did not mean out of mind, told me I was still in love even though I tried so hard to let go.

December let me know that just because the year is coming to an end doesn’t mean I have to as well.

Better than This.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom have recently become engaged and moved in together. You go out to buy some groceries.

Warnings: Swears. Come on, it’s me. Maybe a lil innuendo if you squint. Uhm, and fluff. Hella fluff man.

Word Count: 1055

A/N: This is the single most self-indulgent bullshit piece I have EVER written in my WHOLE life, and I’ve been writing shit for like seven years. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as my romantically frustrated ass enjoyed writing it.

You woke up to sunlight drifting lazily through your brand new off-white curtains. A smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, you snuggled in closer to your long-time boyfriend, now fiancé, who sounded like he was still asleep. You turned a little so you could look up at him. With his mouth half open, breathing heavily, he would probably be asleep for a while. Your smile turned into a mischievous grin.

You leaned far enough upwards that you could reach his face. Then, you began peppering his forehead, cheeks, and shoulders with kisses. He started to stir a little, so you paused. Eyes barely open, he looked down at you, a soft smile breaking across his face, more beautiful than the sunrise happening outside, you were sure. You returned the smile before leaning up again to give him a long kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He sighed. “Good morning, darling.”

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Bts Reaction To GF Being Insecure

(Because it’s her first time and she hasn’t shaved)

Request:Hello! Could you please do a reaction where it’s the reader’s first time and she wasn’t prepared for it so she didn’t shave it down there (like never shaved it ever) and she’s insecure but she still wants them to be her first? Thank you!!! This is a pretty sensitive topic so I think it’d be interesting

A/N:GIFs will be added later💞Feedback is appreciated, thanks for requesting💓



The moment you hesitated Jin was up close and assuring you that you didn’t have to do this right now.

“Jin, it’s fine. I want to do this with you, it’s just,” you took a deep breath, “I haven’t shaved down there.” You awkwardly shifted and waited for a reply. But instead all you got was a squeaky laugh from his side. “Hey! Why are you laughing, I’m serious!”

“Oh my sweet princess, I honestly wouldn’t care if you had some Rapunzel shit going on down there. As long as your comfortable and you want to do this then I’m in.”


You shyly admitted your worries toward him and he gave you a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind Y/N. I just want for you to be ready and okay with this.”

“I know Yoongi, I really want to do it, but are you sure you don’t mind?” He shrugged, pulling you close.

“Doesn’t make a difference to me. Just tell me your ready for this, we can stop if you want.”


“Hoseok wait! I need to tell you something!” You screamed before he could remove your skirt.

“Oh my god, sweetheart what wrong? Are not ready I’m so sorry!”

“No, no, it’s just; I, um, well, you know.” You pointed down and tried to make a shaving gesture making him even more bewildered than he already was. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and speaking, “I haven’t shaved my pubic hair Hoseok.” He nodded in understanding.

“I mean, we can wait if you’re uncomfortable. I don’t have a problem with it, tell me now if you really want to.”


“Joon, I’m sorry but I haven’t shaved.” You spoke muffled words into his chest, waiting for him to pull away in disgust.

“And that is such a huge thing because?” He asked confused as to why you were so upset and embarrassed.

“I-I just though you might not like it and that you’d tell me to sha-“

“No way! I want you to feel relaxed and beautiful and special. This is your first time and I have the honours.”


It wasn’t only you that was nervous , Jimin was practically shaking as he removed his shirt. “J-jimin, I really want to do this but. I haven’t shaved.” His eyes widened and a light blush was on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I probably just ruined the mood. We can’t stop if your not comfortable.”

“N-no! I’m fine, it’s just are you sure you want to do this?”


“Hey look at me.” Your face was buried in his shoulder after you had shamefully admitted you hadn’t shaved. “Y/N, do you think I care? It doesn’t matter, it’s only natural for you to get it and you know what that just proves your a real woman.”

“R-really? You don’t mind?” He nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t care a tiny bit! But just tell me that you’re sure.”


He watched as you slightly pushed him away. “I’m sorry did I do something wrong?” He asked, sitting up to stare into your eyes. Bashfully, you looked away from his stare.

“I-I haven’t shaved.” Jeongguk’s face flushed and he giggled slightly. “Guk? What wrong, I’m sorry.” Instantly he stopped laughing, pinching your cheek.

“To be honest I haven’t shaved either, but Y/N just tell me if you feel uncomfortable and I’ll stop.”

Callout for kgepro

past urls: osajima, naimuhinyis, internetrelationship, anthropotheism, hikikomourning, dullscissors, kokonose-haruka, alibabasalvja, kokonosez, etrangers

TLDR: Grayson is an 18 years old and has admitted to purposely manipulating a 12 year old (who will not be named), stalking that twelve year old, cheating on nearly all of his partners including his current one, and admitting to abusing someone. He openly admits to not only stalking the 12 year but also other people, calling himself a “creepy stalker.”  There is also evidence of him misgendering someone. 

tw: drugs, transphobia, stalking. 

If you have anything on Grayson that you want me to add, go here. this isn’t an anonymous callout and I’ve mentioned my name in it but do not talk to me about it on my main blog please and thank you. 

3 people want their names to be censored so I will be using the names Xander and Mio instead, as well as just [redacted] for one of them.

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Fake It Til You Make It - Fred Weasley x Reader

HELLO HELLO! I know we were all talking about how much we like the ‘fake dating’ trope in fanfics, and I promise I would deliver. Well, HERE IT IS! I had so much fun writing this - as you can tell, it’s fucking long. I hope it turned out well, I tried something a little different with the styling. Enjoy! -Emma.xx

“Quick, he’s coming! Put your arm around me!”

Around the corner came Alfie, Y/N’s ex-boyfriend. The relationships had ended on terrible terms - he hadn’t exactly been a willing participant in their breakup, and Y/N had been trying to avoid him at all costs. He waited outside of her classes, outside of her common room. If there was one good thing, he wasn’t in her house so she didn’t have to worry about him stalking her dorm.

“What? Who’s coming-”

“Just do it, Fred!” Y/N whispered loudly, elbowing him in the side.

“Alright, alright,” he replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. Y/N snaked an arm around his waist, fitting herself better into his side.

Leaning down, Fred whispered softly in her ear, “Why are we doing this?”

“Alfie’s coming,” she muttered back quietly before laughing like he’d just told her a funny joke. She playfully hit his chest, leaving her hand there while she let her fingers play with a loose string in his sweater.

Nodding in understanding, his grip on her tightened ever so slightly. Y/N knew full well what Fred had thought about hers and Alfie’s relationship. Nothing good. When he first found out that she’d gotten together with Alfie, Fred hadn’t talked to her for a week. Even George didn’t know why he was so upset. But eventually he had come back around, apologized, and they had carried on with their friendship like nothing had ever happened.

The relationship had been absolutely wonderful at first, Alfie had been the perfect gentleman. It wasn’t until they had been together for about six months had things really started to go south. And in a hurry too.

Alfie had suddenly become extremely possessive of her, not wanting her to hang out with the twins anymore. She didn’t like that, she wasn’t about to be told who she could and couldn’t spend her time with. Especially when her two best friends were involved.

Still walking down the hallway towards her and Fred, Alfie didn’t seem to have noticed them yet. That’d be even better if he didn’t see them together, but if he did, this should at least get the point across that she was done with him. For good. But unfortunately his gaze lifted, locking onto her holding onto Fred.

Alfie’s face immediately contorted with anger, stopping so abruptly in the middle of the corridor that someone ran into him from behind. That didn’t phase him though; he marched over to the two of them, his eyes narrow as slits.

“What in the bloody hell is going on here?” he demanded, staring daggers down at Y/N.

“Don’t talk to her like-”

“Piss off, Weasley,” Alfie interrupted, “I’m talking to Y/N.”

Scowling, Fred removed his arm from her shoulders, stepping up to Alfie, towering over him with his lanky frame. “No, you’re not going to talk to her, Alfie.”

“Says who?”

“Her boyfriend.”

The way Fred said those two simple words made Y/N’s heart skip inside her chest. She’d never looked at Fred in a romantic light, he’d just always been one of her best friends. But she had to admit that he was hands down one of the most attractive boys at Hogwarts. Well, him and his brother.

Alfie opened his mouth to retort, but he just stood there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for water. He was speechless, dumbstruck. She’d never seen him like this before, and it was amazing.

“Boyfriend?” Alfie finally managed to get out.

Stepping up beside Fred, Y/N grabbed a hold of his hand, smiling at her seething ex-boyfriend. “Yes, Alfie. I’m with Fred. I don’t want to be with you anymore. We’re done.”

Alfie looked ready to murder; if looks could kill, she was pretty sure her and Fred would be dead by now. He was livid. Boiling with rage. “This isn’t the end, Y/N. You better watch your back, Weasley.”

Before either of them got a chance to respond, Alfie had stalked away in a huff, muttering unintelligible things to himself. Letting out a sigh of relief, Y/N dropped Fred’s hand, leaning back up against the wall behind her.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this, Fred. I should’ve just run away before he saw me,” she said, looking up at him with an apologetic expression.

“I’m not about to stand by and let you spend the rest of the year hiding from him. I won’t let him harass you, Y/N. I’m sick and tired of his stupid arse,” Fred replied, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Smiling up at him, she brought a hand up to cover the one on her shoulder. She felt her cheeks get hot and prayed she wasn’t blushing. Then letting her gaze drop, she said softly, “You also didn’t have to say that you were my boyfriend.”

“What else should have I have said? Nothing else would’ve gotten through his thick skull,” he said, pulling his hand out from underneath hers and cupping her cheek. “You’re my best friend, Y/N, you know I’d do anything for you.”

Leaning down, Fred pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head, saying, “I’ll see you after class, yeah?”


“Hey, love, c’mere,” Fred’s voice called softly across the library. He was sitting at a table not too far from Y/N, who was browsing through the shelves for a book they needed for Herbology.

“What is it?” she replied, wanting to find this book before sitting back down again.

“Come over here,” he repeated, this time a little more firmly. His tone made her look up, he never talked to her like that. Unless something was wrong.

Leaving the rows of shelves, Y/N went over to Fred, only to be pulled down onto his lap. A startled squeak escaped her, instantly holding onto Fed to keep herself from falling off of him. “What’re you doing, Fred!”

Alfie just walked in,” he whispered back harshly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

Her mouth shaped itself into an ‘o’, Y/N sliding one arm around his shoulders. She leaned over, and whispered next to his ear, “Sorry, I didn’t see him. I was looking for that book we need.”

“No worries, love. That’s what you’ve got me for,” he smiled, the hand resting on her leg beginning to draw tiny circles.

Turning her head, she rested it on his shoulder, her nose brushing against the side of his neck. She heard him chuckle, bringing a small smile to her lips. Her one hand was playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck, her gaze fixated on a group of freckles on his arm.

After a while, Y/N fallen asleep in Fred’s arms, only waking back up when he gently nudged her. “Hey, love. I just saw him leave again. Let’s finish our work.”

“Y/N, hey! Wait up!”

Stopping in the middle of the hall on her way to the Great Hall, she turned and saw George running towards her. She smiled, waiting for him to catch up to her.

“Everything alright, George?” she asked once he fell into step beside her.

“Just wanted to ask you something,” he replied, an almost curious look on his face.

“Ask away, Georgie,” she said, ignoring the look.

“What’s going on with you and Fred?”

This made Y/N stop, looking up at him. Sometimes she really did hate how tall the twins were. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play stupid, Y/N. I know there’s something going on between the two of you. You’re always together now, always have yours hands on each other. Talk to me,” George said, pulling her into a vacant corridor.

Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her hands across her face. She knew that George was going to corner her and interrogate her about this eventually. Other students were beginning to whisper about her and Fred, she knew it wouldn’t take long to get back to George.

“Remember Alfie?” Y/N began, not knowing where else to start.

“That git you dated?”

Chuckling, she nodded, “Yes, that git I dated.”

“Then yeah, I remember him. Why?”

“Well, you know I broke up with him. He was getting too controlling, he didn’t want me hanging out with you guys. So I broke it off, and now he won’t leave me alone. He’s basically stalking me, George,” she said, “Then one day when I was with Fred, I saw him walking down the hall towards us. I told Fred to put his arm around me, thinking that would finally get him to leave me alone. Well, Fred told Alfie he was my boyfriend, and now we’re just keeping the charade up.”

George was quiet for a couple seconds, just looking down at her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. “But it’s more than that for you, isn’t it?”

Y/N swallowed hard. These past few weeks had been some of the greatest, being able to spend so much time with Fred. But there was this feeling gnawing away inside her. She was beginning to actually like Fred, and that terrified her.

She bit her lip before replying, “Yes.”

Nodding, he just reached forward and pulled her into his arms, hugging her. She wrapped her arms around his middle, lying her head on his chest. She felt tears spring into her eyes; was this George’s way of telling her Fred didn’t reciprocate her feelings?

The next few weeks passed without incident. Fred was still playing her boyfriend every time Alfie happened to pop up. But her conversation with George was forever replaying in her mind. Y/N was sitting with Fred in the Gryffindor common room when she began thinking about it again.

“What’re you thinking about?” Fred’s voice cut through the silence that had settled around them.


“What’re you thinking about? You’ve got this strange look on your face, and I’ve seen it before. What’s bothering you, love?” Fred insisted, pulling her up onto his lap. “Talk to me.”

His words echoed George’s, the corner of her mouth tugging down. His arms tightened around her. She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it.

Taking a deep breath, she looked down at Fred - who looked quite concerned, saying, “I think we should stop.”

“Stop? Stop what?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Stop whatever it is that we’re doing. This fake dating. I can handle Alfie on my own now,” Y/N explained, trying to remove herself from Fred’s arms. But he wasn’t letting go.



“I mean, I still think it’d be a good idea if we kept this up. What if Alfie tries to do something and I’m not around?” Fred said quickly, holding onto her tighter.

“I’ll be fine, Fred. I can handle Alfie on my own,” she said, breaking out of his grip and standing up. “I’ll be alright. You’ll be the first person I come to if I need anything, yeah?”


“Did you break this off with Fred?” George asked on their way to Potions.

“First of all, I didn’t ’break things off’, I was doing what should’ve been done a long time ago. Why?” Y/N asked.

“You look like hell.”

She laughed, an exhausted sounding laugh, “Thanks for putting it nicely, Georgie.”

“So does Fred. Have you seen him recently?” George continued.

“He’s been avoiding me,” she replied quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Well, trust me when I saw that he looks worse than you do,” George said, putting an arm around her shoulders.


She stopped dead in her tracks. She’d gone a few days without seeing Alfie, she was trying really hard now that Fred wasn’t around. Trying to think of all of the ways she could escape, she didn’t have time to react when she felt a hand on her arm.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Alfie snarled, turning her and pushing her up against a wall.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, Alfie.”

“Awe, did he break up with you? You poor thing, here let Alfie make it better,” he smiled devilishly, one hand pulling on her robes.

Suddenly Alfie was ripped away from her, being thrown to the floor. “Get off of her.”

Looking up, Y/N saw the one person she’s been dying to see. Fred. His chest was heaving, and he looked furious. His fist were clenched at his sides; his height made him tower over Alfie, who was still staring stunned up at Fred.

“What in the bloody hell-”

“Get out of here right now before I beat your arse, Alfie,” Fred growled, pushing his sleeves up his forearms.

Without needing any more prompting, Alfie was up and off of the floor, sprinting back down the corridor and leaving the two of them alone.

“T-Thank you, Fred,” Y/N said, staring down at the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at him.

“Y/N,” but the tone of his voice made her look up, finding her right in front of him.

And then he did something she’d never imagined he’d ever do. Leaning down, Fred pressed his lips against hers, hands holding her hips. Her eyes remained open, taken off guard by him. But she quickly closed them and wrapped her arms around Fred’s neck, happily returning the kiss.

When Fred pulled away from her, not letting go of her, he was smiling. Y/N felt like laughing, she was so happy. So that’s what she did. Smiling back up at Fred, she began to laugh, this giddy feeling washing over her.

“What’s so funny, love?”

“This. Us,” she said through the giggles.

“And why is this so funny?” Fred asked, genuinely sounding concerned.

“I’m not laughing at the kiss or anything, Freddie. I’m just so happy,” she replied, pulling him closer to her. “I didn’t know you felt like this.”

“I’ve liked you since before we started this whole mess, Y/N,” he whispered softly.

She looked up at him. “What?”

“Remember all those times I said Alfie was coming, but you never saw him?”

“Um, yeah?”

“That’s because he was never there. I just wanted to hug you, or hold you, or whatever. I was just using him as an excuse,” Fred explained sheepishly.

“Wait, really?” She asked, unbelieving of what she was hearing.

“Yeah.. I hope you’re not mad at me, love. It hurt enough when you ended our fake romance. I’ll be gutted if you say no to me now.”

“Well, then I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not going to say no.”

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BTS Reaction: Finding out your parents were addicts

Anonymous said: Reaction to learning their s/o’s parent was a hard drug addict?

Kim Namjoon:

Finding this out, Namjoon wouldn’t think any differently of you. He would still love and care about you.

“I still love you, you know that? I don’t care about all of this.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Kim Seokjin:

He would be surprised. He’s met your parents before, but he met them on a “good” day, so he didn’t really know that they were addicts until you told him about it.

“Y/n, you know I don’t see you or your parents any differently, right? I love you.”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Min Yoongi:

Like Namjoon and Jin, Yoongi wouldn’t really care. He wouldn’t ask you any questions about it and he wouldn’t talk about it unless you were the one to bring it up.

“If you ever want to talk to me about it, I’ll be right here, okay? I’m always here for you, y/n.”

Originally posted by yoongiyi

Jung Hoseok:

Like Jin, he would be surprised. He’s also met your parents before, but didn’t know that they were addicts. When you told him about it, you told him about some memories you have of when your parents did something crazy.

“I’m so sorry you had to grow up with this, y/n. I’m here if you want to talk about it. You know I listen well. I love you so much.”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Park Jimin:

After you told him, Jimin of course, didn’t see you differently. He still loved you. But when he found out that your parents were addicts, he got scared. Whenever you tried to invite him to your house, he would make up an excuse, or give you a reason why you should come to his house instead. You didn’t blame him for being scared though, you understood.

“I’m sorry I don’t come over to your house much. You know why. Y/n, you know I love still love you, no matter what, right?”

Originally posted by jikookdetails

Kim Taehyung:

Like Hoseok, he would feel bad for you. Every other day, he would make an excuse for why you should stay over at his house, because he was genuinely scared for your wellbeing.

“Y/n, please stay here tonight.” “Why?” “You know why. I think you’ll be safer here. I only want the best for you.”

Originally posted by toughchim

Jeon Jungkook:

You had told him about your parent’s addiction after he had asked you to meet them. After finding this out, he was too scared to meet them. Like Taehyung, he would try to get you to stay with him most of the time. He would be so worried.

“Jungkook, I’m fine. I don’t need to stay at your house everyday.” “I know, y/n, but what if something happens? What if your parents hurt you or something? Please stay here with me.”

Originally posted by nnochu