#im in hysterics over this i just needed holiday break and here we are

[wexhappyxfew]

sobel telling nixon that it is in fact not a can of peaches that he is holding though it is very well a can of peaches, is genuinely one of the funniest things i stg 💀

[britishassistant]

The Villainous Paranoiac Just Wants An Uneventful Holiday (Part 1)

This is not how you wanted to spend your break.

The school was supposed to be empty. Everyone except the Octavinelle trio was supposed to be gone.

Not to say you don’t enjoy your friends’ company but. No magic-using people means no magic-spewing overblots.

You were looking forward to just bringing the fairies their firewood and working on your winter homework while taking the first opportunity in a good long while to unwind with Grim and the ghosts. No investigations to worry about, no weird dreams to get worked up over, no overblots to frantically try and survive.

You wanted a break.

This? Marching 10km into the desert with the rest of Scarabia dorm for the third day in a row due to their leader’s looming psychotic breakdown? This is not a break.

Although...

There’s definetely something rotten in Scarabia dorm, you think to yourself as you watch Viper-senpai hand out skeins of water. Kalim-senpai had no problem using his unique magic yesterday, and yet today he acted like Grim had mortally insulted him when he asked for a repeat performance.

If the outburst had been after two or three other instances of Kalim-senpai using Oasis Maker and receiving what he felt were insufficient thanks for it, then his current attitude would make a little more sense. But taking umbrage after using it just once? And being universally praised by everyone else the rest of the day for it?

It doesn’t add up.

Even deranged behavior has some sort of internal logic to it, as Rosehearts-senpai and the Rules of the Queen of Hearts have taught you. Even with how nonsensical all 810 rules are, it’s rare to find a scenario where one rule actually conflicts with another— all of them usually work smoothly in tandem with the goal of having an orderly unbirthday party in mind.

Even if they do violate most forms of dignity and common sense.

Kalim-senpai’s behavior though? It’s erratic without rhyme or reason, bouncing from nice to mean and back again seemingly as he enters and exits a room. He insists you and Grim stay and participate in this asinine “training”, despite the fact that you both belong to a different dorm, and are technically rivals to Scarabia in Magift and exams.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say it’s almost like he’s trying to imitate Rosehearts-senpai before his overblot—and doing poorly at it.

And with how much Viper-senpai has been invoking parallels between the current situation and what happened back then...

The smartphone Crowley gave you is a cold, heavy weight in your pocket. Its charge ran out yesterday, which is unsurprising given how many times you dialed and redialed the dumb bird headmaster’s number only to be met with his voicemail. You can probably recite that stupid message by heart now. You’ve heard nothing from Ace and Deuce either.

One thing is clear; no one’s going to help you out of this mess but you.

“Kalim-senpai?” You brace yourself as you step towards him. “Can I ask you something?”

“What could you possibly question me about?” He barks, glaring down at you haughtily.

“Well, I was just wondering, what’s the point of all this?” You fight to keep your nerve as his posture stiffens. “I don’t mean any disrespect, none at all, but you do want everyone to do better in Magift and exams, don’t you? I was hoping you could explain to me how the parades and defensive magic training are supposed to do that. I apologize for my ignorance, I’m nowhere near as smart as you, but could you please tell me why we don’t just practice Magift and brush up on the class material inst—”

Your head’s ringing.

You think you hear faint yelling, though it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere far away.

Your cheek aches.

Numbness blooming into a sharp stinging throb that feels like it’s growing with every second that passes, burning hotter than the sun above you.

You cautiously poke your tongue against your teeth, but none feel loose, thank the Seven.

Damn, the desperate, near-hysterical thought flits through your head. Even a pampered rich boy like him has strength behind his hits, huh?

The rest of you is just trying to process what the Hell just happened.

“How. Dare. You?!”

Asim-sama looms over you, red eyes burning with fury.

It’s a fight to keep yourself from curling into a terrified ball under his gaze, tucking into yourself as though seeing less of you would abate the anger, the shouting, the hurt, like you used to when you were a child.

“You dare to question my methods, my leadership of this dorm?! You? A sniveling street rat leeching off my hospitality?! Do you know who I am?!” He rages. “I am Kalim al-Asim! I am the Head of this dorm! I don’t have to explain ANYTHING, justify ANYTHING to the likes of you!!”

You knew, you knew you were pushing your luck when you first asked, but you thought it would just be yelling, like it was before. You can handle yelling, nothing Asim-sama can say could ever be worse than what you’ve already heard.

You didn’t think he’d hit you.

You didn’t think he’d hit you.

You didn’t think—

“DON'T YOU TOUCH MY MINION, FGNAH!”

Your arm whips out almost on instinct.

You jolt forward slightly as Grim collides with it, hissing and spitting like he really was an irate cat, the flames in his ears flaring brightly enough that some detached part of you is worried about getting burned.

The other Scarabia students are reaching for their magic pens.

“Lemme at ‘im! Lemme at ‘im!!” Your friend howls, fighting to get past you. “Forget butt on fire, I’ll BURN IT TO A CRISP FOR HURTING MY MINION!! I'LL STEAL EVERYTHING YOU HAVE AND SELL IT FOR LUXURY TUNA!! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR CROSSING THE GREAT GRIM—”

“No, Grim.”

Your friend halts in his flailing to stare uncomprehendingly at you. “But Yuu—!”

“It was my fault.” You say, trying to keep as much emotion out of your voice as possible. Tears and trembling only show weakness, only make them worse. “Asim-sama was just correcting me. He was right to do so. I shouldn’t have questioned him. I overstepped my bounds.”

Asim-sama sniffs. “At least you know your place. Be glad I don’t punish you anymore than this.”

“What?! He slapped you for asking a question, you can’t possibly believe—” You gather Grim into your arms and hug him close. You quietly thank the Great Seven you at least have him, trying to hide the quiver in your limbs by burying your face in his fur.

But that’s exactly why you can’t let him do this. It’s just the two of you, you can’t win against an entire dorm of wizards like you did against the ghosts. Maybe if Ace and Deuce and Jack were here...but it’s just you. You need to protect your friend in the only way you can. “We can’t win this. Please, Grim.”

You feel him grumble, then a paw carefully pushes at your forehead. “Hrm...I’ll show mercy for now, so geroff already. It’s too hot for you to keep hugging me like this, I’m cooking here fgnah.”

Despite saying so, he settles onto your shoulder, tail smacking your arm as it flicks irritably.

“If you’ll excuse me, Asim-sama.” You duck your head slightly. “I will remove myself from your sight and head back early as penance for my behavior. Once again, my deepest apologies for insulting you.”

Asim-sama gives you a curt, dismissive nod.

You turn and make your way through the crowd of Scarabia students, snatches of muttered conversations floating to your ears.

“How could he—?”

“Just for a question?”

“Isn’t that going too far...?”

“Unforgivable...”

“Prefect.” Viper-senpai takes you by the shoulder, turning you to face him. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You reply monotonously, eyes on the sand below you. “Just...just need to be by myself for a bit.”

His lips purse and you can feel him study your face. He presses a full water skein into your hands. “Take this. Even if it’s not as cold as I’d like, it should help with the swelling some. Plus you need to stay hydrated out there.”

“Thank you, Viper-senpai.” You nod, keeping your eyes down.

“And Prefect?” He squeezes your shoulder, voice lowering only a fraction. “I am truly sorry about this. All of this. It will not happen again, you have my word.”

It would’ve been a nice apology, had you not caught a glimpse of a smirk on his face.

You nod, making sure not to outwardly react to that or to the way the whispers of the other Scarabia students turn from the condemnation of their dorm head to the exaltation of the vice dorm head. You begin following the tracks in the sand back to the main dorm.

The sun beats down on your back as you take a swig from the skein and pass it to Grim to drink from. He’s still grumbling about how you should’ve let him recreate his rampage at the entrance ceremony.

For your part, the distance and good company have let you pull yourself out of that headspace enough that you can try and look back objectively on what happened.

Your mind keeps circling back around to one question: why did Asim-senpai hit you?

Based on your interactions before this, Asim-senpai doesn’t seem to be the type to resort to physical violence as a first response, or even a last one. Which means something in your question likely backed him into a corner enough that the normally pacifistic dorm head felt lashing out physically was the only way to get you to stop.

...Like the fact that he couldn’t answer it?

Even when screaming abuse at you, his ultimate response was that he wouldn’t explain himself to you. Is that because he didn’t want to? Or because he couldn’t? Does Asim-senpai himself not know the reasons behind his own actions? But how can someone act without knowing or meaning to, without being under the influence somehow?

Under the influence.

People acted without knowing or meaning to thanks to being under the influence of Buchie-senpai’s Unique Magic during the Magift incident. But he went home, you saw him leave, so what...?

You pull out your notebook, flipping through the pages with sweaty hands until you get to your records of the testimonies from the incident. You scan through the testimonies from Scarabia students, hoping to find something, anything—

Oh.

Oh.

“Motherfucker.” You hiss, staring at the page in dismay. You are an idiot. You are the biggest idiot, you make Deuce look like a genuis, how could you forget about this?? It was only the key testimony that helped pinpoint Buchie-senpai and Savannahclaw as the culprits behind the injuries. And it explains so much— why you kept agreeing to stay here despite wanting to go back to Ramshackle so desperately, almost like your mouth was speaking without your consent.

“Minion?” Grim asks, pushing the water skein back onto you. “What’s wrong?”

You snap your notebook shut and slide it back into your pocket, taking another fortifying swig from the skein. “Grim? Think we can get back soon enough to work on the escape route in our room before the others arrive back for lunch?”

“If we pick up the pace a bit, yeah.” He hops back onto your shoulder. “But what’s the rush? We have all night tonight to work on it.”

“Let’s just say the sooner we can get out of here, the better.” You mutter, cogs and gears turning in your head as a tentative plan begins to form.

This is not how you wanted to spend your winter break.

[marktuansvevo]

how got7 reacts to the sight of mistletoe

warning(s); cursing, a tiny bit of suggestive content in youngjae’s drabble. 

happy december first loves  ♡

mark; smug

mark knew how easy it was to make you red in the face. if he was being honest, it was his favorite thing to do. he just adored teasing you, and the tradition of mistletoe would help him embarrass you.

the two of you were holiday shopping, hand in hand as you looked for presents for the boys and for your siblings. you were having a blast until you went to get ice cream, where of course the local shop had to have mistletoe. you wanted to ignore it, didn’t want to bring attention to yourself. you tugged on mark’s hand, knowing he was amused already. 

“what are you doing? we’re holding up the line,” you whined. 

“y/n, there is no line,”

“I just really want ice cream,” you sputtered as he pulled you into his chest to kiss you oh so softly. you blushed as soon as he pulled away as the teenaged workers whooped and whistled at you, not wanting to look at mark’s shit eating grin. 

“you’re so cute when you’re red, baby,”

jaebeom; playful

jaebeom loved mistletoe because it gave him an excuse to kiss you more. 

one night while you were out with your friends, he stopped at the dollar store and bought a bunch of mistletoe. he hung it from your bedroom door, the front door, the back door, the opening to the kitchen and the dining room...even the door to the bathroom. it was all over your apartment now. he just wanted to kiss you anytime he could :(

he sat in the living room waiting up for you, not realizing you and your friends would be out so late. he was nodding off as you walked through the door. jaebeom stirred, flinging himself off the couch and into your arms. you immediately started giggling.

“what’s going on?” he didn’t say anything and pointed up, waiting for you to look at the pretty plant before diving in for a kiss. now both of you were giggling. 

“aren’t you thirsty from a long night out? let me get you some water,” now you were confused. he lead you to the kitchen and looked above the entryway, looking shocked. 

“ooh, mistletoe!” he kissed you again. 

make no mistake, this would be how things would going for the rest of the month.

jackson; extra

as if he would be anything else. you would dread seeing mistletoe when you were with your boyfriend. especially out in public. it didn’t matter where you were, you could be at the mall, a restaurant...your bedroom. he would make it a big show. jackson would absolutely dip you and kiss you full on the lips, smirking against your lips. “a kiss for my christmas angel,” he would always say. and you would always cringe. he got a kick out of people watching him show you off, the voyeur.

one time, he actually dropped you on your head (on accident, of course). the two of you were out dancing at a bar when a bartender came over and held mistletoe over your head, making you groan. “please don’t encourage him,” you’d say as jackson got up off the barstool he was sitting on and took your hand. he was giggling now. 

“my honey, i need to kiss you,” he said before puckering his lips. you got off the stool and let him dip you, waiting for it. what you got was him dropping you on accident.

“y/n!!!” he yelled before very ungracefully fell on top of you to give you a proper, albeit drunk, kiss. you were fine, just drunk and giggling and so, so happy. now maybe he’d stop dipping you.  

(who were you kidding? the man would never stop showing you off).

jinyoung; cheeky

would make some many jokes to make you laugh. when the two of you went to your mothers to visit for the holidays, the two of you would mingle with your relatives and eat cookies before dinner. your mom invited the pair of you into the kitchen, to presumably help her set the table, but that’s not what she wanted.

you walked hand and hand into the kitchen, where your mom was waggling her eyebrows and pointing to the pretty mistletoe above you in the threshold. she wanted to get a picture of you two, but you were just embarrassed. jinyoung let out his signature laugh before thanking your mom. “thank you so much for this opportunity, she never kisses me at home,” he would tease, making you slap him in the chest before you let him kiss you. the photo your mom took of you would inevitably become your christmas card.

youngjae; reserved

youngjae thought mistletoe was a cute tradition, I mean, any time he had an excuse to kiss you, he’d take it. he loves sharing affection with you, so of course, he tapes some mistletoe over your doorway.

“jae!! come here!!” he could hear you giggling from your shared bedroom.

“what’s up baby?” he asked as he crawled onto the bed with you before pecking you on the lips.

“we’re in a youtube tea channel,” you were laughing hysterically. “remember those girls who were videoing us at starbucks?” you handed your phone to him.

earlier in the day the two of you went to get coffee after a long day of christmas shopping. while you were picking your drinks up, you noticed there was mistletoe hanging above you. youngjae noticed too, and gave you a simple kiss on the mouth before heading out. it wasn’t a big deal, just a cute simple peck on the mouth.

but apparently it was a big deal with youngjae’s fans.

“this looks like a loveless relationship, let’s replay the clip,” one of the girls said. youngjae just looks bewildered at you. “she just pecks him. I mean, if youngjae were my man, i’d be all over him. i’d have mistletoe hanging all over the place. but noooo, y/n just gives him a peck like a grandma gives her grandkid.”

“i literally kissed you,” jae muttered. “i literally leaned down to kiss you!!!”

“we’re in a loveless relationship because  we don’t make out in public. should we break up? those girls seem to be a better fit for you,” you teased as you climbed your way into his lap to kiss him.

“god, maybe you should kiss me with tongue and the love will pop back into our relationship,” he giggled as you sucked hickeys into his neck.

“maybe if we go back to starbucks and I shoved my tongue in your mouth, they’d be satisfied?” you hummed as he pulled your top over your head.

“im sure they’d make another tea video calling you out.”

bam; dramatic

bam is always silly, sometimes when he sees mistletoe, he’ll pull you into his arms, old hollywood movie style, saying some nonsense like “kiss me, my love, or surely we will be cursed,” and makes a big, big deal of it. this is what mostly happens, he just loves to see you laugh. and he loves kissing your pretty full lips.

on the flip side, he could be annoying about it.

you were going out to jaeboems for a christmas party and had politely asked your boyfriend to change his outfit — only because it clashed with yours. you both surely couldn’t wear plaid, it wouldn’t look right. he huffed and puffed about it but did change his flannel for a sweater instead.

you walked through the door to see a piece of mistletoe above you. you moved to kiss him, and he dramatically ran away from you, making jaeboem giggle. “I don’t want to kiss you!! you have mean girlfriend cooties!!”

“fine!! I’ll have jaeboem kiss me then!”

he looks stunned at you, before running over and kissing you on the cheek. “there you go you meanie.”

yugyeom; embarrassed

oh yeom, such a big baby. he would just blush at the sight of the festive plant. yugyeom would always let you take the lead, being too embarrassed to be dramatic like bam or over the top like jackson. he followed your lead always.

you lead him into your brothers house, where you were going to babysit your niece and nephew while your brother and sister in law could go out on a date.

you knocked on their door before your niece opened and squealed. “you brought uncle yugy!!!” you looked at your boyfriend who was already blushing. “of course!!”

“hey guys!”

“yeom, there’s mistletoe!” your sister winked at him, knowing how to embarrass him.

“mommy!! don’t make them do it!!” your nephew wailed.

“but honey it’s a tradition!!” you told him before getting on your tiptoes to kiss your boyfriend, laughing as the kids screamed — your nephew fake vomiting. yugyeom was so red, hiding his head in your chest. 

“I swear to god, every piece of mistletoe I see, I’m going to rip down so I don’t have to deal with that ever again,” he whined.

[ethospathoslogan]

this was supposed to be a really quick post on a certain thing from the new video and, instead, it got really long and i don’t think it makes any sense

also might be an unpopular opinion so let’s see how this goes omfg

ngl once all the holiday excitement dwindles down, im gonna rewatch the new sanders sides video and Actually watch it (so probably tm night), but there has been something abt the new video that i’ve been sitting on today

and it’s that i felt really bad for virgil in it

like, to be blunt, as someone who has been the friend who isn’t taken seriously and who has been the butt of jokes before, it’s a really shitty feeling to not be taken seriously. it’s why i felt bad for logan in “moving on, part one,” because i felt for him. in that moment, that was when i realized that logan was My Dude and the side that i felt most connected with bc that was when i truly got logan, when i understood his need to be taken seriously and listened to, and also his confusion/inability to handle feelings like that.

and, watching the new video last night, i felt the same towards virgil

like, granted, i myself did not think virgil was scary, nor have i ever thought virgil was actually scary, but the sides, for a long time, found him, at the very least, concerning. and then, with “accepting anxiety,” that fear became acceptance but, over time, i think that acceptance became.... i don’t want to say “disregard,” bc that sounds really invalidating and harsh, but i guess sorta disregard??? and, like, with that video yesterday, virgil was trying to be scary. and, no, it’s not like it was out of malice, he just wanted to give the other sides a good scare w/ his blood and fangs and a knife

and, like, lbr, a year ago in sanders sides, virgil would’ve probably scared the living shit out of them (like how he literally wanted to)

but then he didn’t, and, now be liberal w/ me here bc i watched that video at like 12:30am, weren’t all the sides like “oh hi virgil” and (okay i just went back and watched the beginning to refresh myself) then roman was like “nope not scary like that” and logan went off on how virgil isn’t “doing his job” and patton was, altho trying to be encouraging... yes kinda patronizing, but i’ll get to that

and like idk, thomas said himself, “it’s good you’re not scary bc you’re part of the group!!!” which, idk, to me it sounded like, “you can’t be scary if you’re in the group.” which i guess was dealt with in the video but??? still is, ngl, kinda pretty invalidating. which, again, was dealt w/, so i digress

okay now ngl i right now as i type this at my kitchen table, am kinda hesitating to talk more abt this next point bc i have a feeling it’s probably an unpopular opinion and also i feel like i might be attacked if i “””speak against””” (using the terms loosely) this certain side but

i,,,, completely totally 110% get why virgil is kinda pushing back from patton???

like don’t get me wrong, i love patton and he has a special place in my heart, but i was, ngl, kinda happy to hear that the cute nicknames were gonna stop bc i had a feeling that was starting to grind virgil’s gears. and, w/ that, i guess we get into my actual point??? god this post is a mess im so sorry

basically, as someone who hasn’t been taken seriously before by people who mean the world to me, i completely get why virgil is sorta pushing back against patton, even if patton is trying to change his approach to virgil and also still be encouraging

one of the first moments that stood out to me is patton telling virgil to try and be scary again, virgil doing so, and an awkward silence passing over before patton forces himself to act scared. and, with that, virgil says to him, “put your pants back on, don’t patronize me”

like??? i felt that line. i felt it a lot. esp the “don’t patronize me” point. bc, honestly, virgil isn’t a child. he doesn’t need to be coddled. honestly, he probably would’ve rathered just been told “not scary” than have his best friend obviously overcompensate fear to placate him in a way that is kinda like a pity clap. i realize that wording might sound kinda harsh, but it’s kinda true. not like patton was actively trying to do that, it was just in his nature, but it still got on virgil’s nerves

and, yes, i feel bad for patton bc he’s trying his best, but i think i will always feel worse for virgil in this moment??? like idk if this is necessarily an unpopular opinion, but i’m gonna feel worse for the “injured party” than the one who did the “injuring” (using the terms loosely bc it’s not like patton is actively trying to piss off virgil)

and then another moment that stood out to me was when virgil was actually like, “patton, chill out!” or something like that. again, not rewatching the entire video, so idk exactly when it happens, but ik it happened bc i replayed virgil saying it one or two more times

and like...... okay i feel like we’ve been knew that idk where i’m going with this, but that’s another thing that i felt from virgil. like i can feel his frustration and his want to be taken seriously bc, as stated, it’s a lot like what i’ve felt w/ logan. and, as seen, his frustration was enough for him to be like, “patton, enough!” bc, honestly, to me, it seems like virgil just wants to be treated normally??? he wants to be treated like an equal friend and, w/ that, he doesn’t need compensation or pity. and, even if patton doesn’t mean for it to come off that way, it’s still how virgil is interpreting it. and i think he sees that patton’s trying, but it’s kinda like when he and roman were first fixing their friendship and roman would do 180 flips on his insults (”good at making virgil para-viGILANT!!! PARAVIGILANT!!!”)

like, i think what i’m trying to get at is......... if we were to break this down to it’s most oversimplified terms, im on virgil’s “””side””” in this one

and i think im thinking abt this so much bc i’ve seen a lot of posts almost like... looking past virgil in this??? which is shocking tbh bc, to be fair, so many of the logan/roman videos were interpreted to be abt virgil/patton and the moment there’s a virgil video, suddenly it becomes not abt virgil like, i’ve seen a lot of posts feeling bad for patton and thinking of the angst that can come from patton being told to chill out, and that isn’t bad!!! hell, i love patton, and i can see where people are coming from!!! this isn’t me bashing anyone!!!

but i do think it’s important to point out that, yes, patton might be struggling with the fact that he’s, well, struggling on how to work with his best friend in a way that is loving but also suitable for virgil, but virgil is the one who is the actual “injured party”? i use the term “injured” loosely bc, to me at least, it looked like virgil was more annoyed than anything but, again, speaking from experience, my own annoyance and aggravation eventually lead to me crying hysterically on one best friend and lashing out at another (all is well now tho so we good).

so i think what i’m trying to say overall is that, yes, i get where patton’s own confusion and such is coming from!!! it’s difficult to deviate from habits!!! but i think virgil’s part in this shouldn’t be overlooked. like, yes, patton has to learn how to adjust his type of love, which can be difficult, but virgil is the one who, frankly, seemed to feel kinda bad from it??? i mean, i can’t blame him, if i was called/treated like a child who needed coddling all the time, i would start to reach the end of my rope, too

this post got so away from me, im kinda hesitant to post it. basically, i really felt for virgil, im more concerned w/ how he’s doing, and i saw a lot of similarities between him and logan in that episode (even tho i wanted to tell logan to stop being a dick abt virgil not being able to “””do his job”””) (logan ily ur my fave side but u were a dick)

so, yeah, im really sorry if my shitty post made you lose braincells lmao, i kinda lost where i was going w/ this and just rambled

[themissinghippogriff]

Work For It (Sirius B. x FemReader)

Description: A bet is made and minds change.

Word Count: ( will add later)

“- I wouldn’t date you if you were the last person on Earth you arrogant toe rag!” yelled Lily Evans before spinning on her heel and storming off. The Marauders watched as James’s shoulders sagged. With a sigh Sirius went up to his friends, “ Don’t worry about it Prongs, she’ll come around. It’s just you’re not me that’s all.” he finished rather cockily.

James snorted, “ You couldn’t get Lily to go out with you, hell she probably thinks you’re worst then me.” The boys laughed while Sirius smirked, “ Well I don’t need to worry about Evans, because she’s not my type.”

Remus snickered, “ Yeah James, she’s not Sirius’s type, but I know who is.” James smirked, “ Oh yes… a certain (Y/H/C) with (Y/E/C)eyes, and a (Y/H) crest pinned to her chest is.” he taunted.

Sirius’s eyes narrowed. “ But alas,” began James, “ She wouldn’t have you.” Sirius snorted, “ I could have any girl in this school Potter, all I have to do is smile and they’d drop their panties.”

James’s smirk only grew, “ Is that so? Would you like to make a wager, Black?” he asked batting his eyelashes. Sirius glared, “ 5 galleons says I can get (Y/N) to sleep with me till we’re out for holidays.”

“ You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Remus only shook his head at his idiot friends,  this wouldn’t end well.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was walking back to her common room when she heard someone shout her name, she halted to a stop, “ Yes?” she asked before fully turning around, only to be met with the silver eyes of Sirius Black.

“ ‘Ello love.” he began in a voice that made most girls melt, and some like Lily pissed. “ Hello.” answered (Y/N) kindly. Not at all fazed, well she wouldn’t say that, he was bloody attractive.

Sirius grinned, “ I would just like to ask you out to Hogsmeade.” he said. She smiled, why not? “Sure.” she stated. Something shone in Sirius eyes that she couldn’t quite place.

“ Excellent!” he said, “ I’ll meet you in the Hall at 7 tomorrow, okay?”

She nodded.

Sirius swaggered into the common room with a skip in his step, “ Guess what arseholes?” The boys perked up, “ Yes?” His smirk grew, “ I just landed a date for Hogsmeade, (Y/N).”

“ You bastard!” said James with a goofy grin, like he thought the whole ordeal was hilarious, “ I can’t believe it!” Remus only shook his head and went back to his book while Petter clapped slowly.

“ Thank you, Wormtail.” said Sirius, his grin turning lazy. He had always found (Y/N) attractive and he’d admit he thought of her that way before when she had dropped something and leaned over, giving him a nice view of her arse.

He had never gotten to know her though, but he had his eyes linger over to her quite a few times, and apparently the boys had seen this.

Sirius looked up at the clock and sighed, he better go to bed, he’d have to get up pretty early tomorrow.

“ Sirius!”

Sirius spun around to see (Y/N) waving at him. He waved back and watched as she walked over to him.  His silver eyes went from her face down her body. She was wearing casual clothes at least, he’d been on a few dates where girls were wearing borderline nothing.

“ You ready?” she asked. Sirius nodded.

The day was spent going from store to store, buying here and there. Sirius admitted he had fun, (y/N) was funny and knew how to let her hair down. Most of their date was spent drinking butterbeers in the Three Broomsticks.

“ Wait!” gasped (Y/N), “ You and James did what?!” she laughed.

Sirius smiled into his drink, “ We set Mrs. Norris on fire- not on purpose- and she came running toward Filch.”

(Y/N) began laughing uncontrollably and Sirius joined her, “ That’s h-horrible!” she coughed. Sirius continued to snicker, “ It wasn’t even real fire, but Filch screamed so bloody loud!”

The two burst into hysterics once more, Sirius had enjoyed himself and he knew she had too.

They made their way back up to the castle and Sirius leaned down to kiss her, remembering the deal. “ Whoah!” shouted (Y/N). Turning her face, causing him to but a kiss right below her jaw, Sirius looked at her confused.

(Y/N) giggled, “ I don’t kiss on the first date Black, you’re going to have to work for it.” she teased. Sirius smirked, “ What about the second?” he asked, his eyes full of mischief. She smirked too and looked him in the eyes, “ We’ll see.” she whispered, patting his cheek with her hand before walking off, making sure to swing her hips while doing so.

The smirk on his face grew, oh he liked this one.

The next few weeks consisted of Sirius and (Y/N) hanging out mostly, and walking each other to class. Many had asked if the two were a couple and they’d always say no. Sirius now saw the girl as his friend, and he didn’t know if he could go through with this anymore, well that was until James mocked him.

(Y/N) didn’t really know what to make of him, they had only went on one date so… she didn’t bloody know.

“ Hey Black!” said (Y/N) one day going down the hall. Sirius turned away from the girl he had been talking too, Marlene. “ Yeah?” he asked.

“ You still owe me that date.” she said. Sirius smirked, and Marlene smiled at the two, “ I knew it!” she said.

(y/n) smiled at her friend, “ Oh hey Marly, how are you and Dorcas?” she asked. Marlene smirked and winked at her, “ Oh don’t worry about that love.” she purred.

(Y/N) blushed slightly while Sirius barked a  laugh, “ You do that Marly!” he shouted, waving her goodbye. When the two were alone Sirius gained his usual smirk, “ Yes, that is true.” he said, answering her earlier statement with casual arrogance.

(Y/N) smiled, “ So it seems.” she played along. His smirk turned into a boyish grin, “ Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at 12.”

So they met at the Astronomy Tower that night, just them and the stars. That talked and laughed and soon the night came to a close. Sirius walked her back and they shared a kiss. It wasn’t fast or heated, but slow and sweet.

After they parted ways they both couldn’t wipe the smiles off their faces.

After that night they were inseparable, still people asked if they were a couple- No, always being the answer, but kisses were still given and hugs were tight and warm.

The more time they spent together, tucked away in corners talking or snogging, the harder it became for Sirius to do go through with the bet.

“ (Y/N), I need to talk to you.”

She looked up and nodded. “ Yeah sure.” she said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She followed him to a deserted corridor and watched as he looked down at his shoes, avoiding her eyes.

(Y/N) sighed, she knew what this was most likely about. They had been running around snogging but claiming not to be a couple, they had already went on two dates but they seemed to be heading no where, she would be lying if she said she hadn’t developed feelings for Sirius, but you couldn’t blame her as she had been sneaking around with im for the past week or so.

Sirius felt the same, except unlike her he had guilt raging in the pit of his stomach, “ I….The reason I asked you out- in the beginning that is- was because James and I had made a bet.” he said it all in one breath, praying to whatever god or gods were out there that the witch wouldn’t curse him, even if he did deserve it.

“ To ask me out or was there more, and don’t lie.” she said coldly. Sirius gulped, the calm before the storm, “ I said I could get you to sleep with me by the end of the semester.”

(Y/N) didn’t hex him, nor did she curse him with her wand or her words, but she explained exactly how she felt as her hand reared back and hit him across the face. The sound of her hand meeting his cheek echoed off the ancient walls.

“ Women are just a game to you, aren’t they?” she said coolly, “ We’re just toys to mess with and eventually break so you move on and get a better one. You find it funny.”

“ Let me tell you this Black, I might be just as stupid as the rest of your lovers but I sure as hell won’t let you break me. So back the fuck off me.”

And with that she spun around, leaving him speechless.

Two weeks had passed, and during that time Sirius devised a plan to win the girl he had fallen for back. It would be hard as shit, but she was worth it, she was worth it so much.

It was the weekend, and Sirius found himself standing outside the window of the place (Y/N) and her friend were studying. He grabbed a pebble and threw it at the window, causing the window to break.

“ SHIT!” he yelled before hauling ass back into the castle.

It was the next day, and he had managed to get Prof. Sprout to let him borrow some magical fertilizer for a bouquet of exotic flowers.

After the window incident, as he like to call it, he had thought to go with something more simpler, but even more scary. He was going to talk to her, face to face.

So with his Gryffindor courage her marched up to her in the hallway. Bouquet large and luminescent- he had no idea what the hell was in that stuff. She was sitting down, talking to Lily.

“ (Y/N).” he said quietly. She turned to him and frowned, while Lily scowled. “ Yes?” she asked smoothly. Sirius began to stumble over his words and his palms began to sweat as a blush began to blossom on his pale cheeks.

Merlin, he had never been so frustrated or tongue tied in his life. Before he knew what he was doing he grabbed the bouquet and threw it in her face while screaming, “ FORGIVE ME!”

After he realized what he did he tried to make a run for it, “ Gotta blast!” he shouted, but before he could take another step, (Y/N) had grabbed his shirt, causing him to fall on his ass.

“ Why should I?” she asked.

Sirius looked up and sighed, “ I…I just…” he ran a hand over his face, “ I really like you (Y/N) and I love spending time with you and I just…I made a huge mistake obviously, and I just want to make up for it and at least be your friend again.”

She pursed her lips but held out a hand to help him up. Lily watched the two in silence.

“ Okay Black, but a broken window and flowers won’t make it better, you have to work for it.”

And so he did.

 A/N- So sorry it took so long, and go check out my fanfic on wattpad if you want, it may be shit, lemme know. @giggleberts

[hp-wizardingtrash-1]

“Maybe one day”

Fred Weasley Imagine

Requested: Nope

Warnings: (Not that I know of?)

Word Count: 1080

You always enjoyed joining the weasleys at the burrow. Molly and Arthur loved your company, mainly because you were so generous and loving towards all of their children. Especially their son, Fred, who was your boyfriend and the one you bonded with the most.

You admired him in a way that made your heart ache. You could never understand what it was about him that made you love him so much, whether it be from his lighthearted and mischievous nature, or the way that he always knew how to put a smile on your face, even at the worst of times.

The Weasleys living room compared greatly in warmth to the harsh wintery cold outside. As you buried your face into the latest edition of Advanced Transfiguration, Fred walked into the room and grinned at how easily you seemed to fit in to his home.

“Hello love” he called.

You looked up from your book momentarily to give Fred a loving smile as he approached. “Hello Freddie”

Returning back to your page, Fred sprawled out on the couch, sitting next to you and moving your legs so that they were resting over his lap. He traced circles over your thigh with his palm

“You know wanna know something, love?” he started, “you never let yourself have a break from studying, even during the christmas holidays you’re stuck with a book.” he gestured towards the large tome you had currently in your hands. 

“You work so hard.” a genuine smile on his face.

These words had caught your attention and you looked up once again from your book and smiled at him. It was true, you did have an act for over studying sometimes and it meant that you wouldn’t have a lot of spare time for Fred but it amused you how much he tried to get your attention.

“What if I like studying, this stuff is quite fascinating you know, perhaps if you ever tried picking up a book, you might learn something” you said, smirking, causing a laugh from Fred.

Although, he recomposed himself while putting a hand over his heart, trying to look offended. “Was that sass, (Y/L/N)?” He grinned.

“Yes, I do think it was” you smirked, not looking up at him.

Your eyes instead travelled to where his hand had moved from your thigh and he made the gracious effort to shift himself closer to you.

“Well then” he started, “What if I…” Fred leaned his head close to yours, so that you were barely inches apart. Looking up at him, you could feel his breath on your skin and his closeness to you was intoxicating. His lips were so close to yours that it became almost too hard to concentrate on what was happening. You had begun to lean in when…

“Do…this!!” Before his lips had met yours, he yanked the book from out of your hands and jumped off the couch with it, laughing hysterically as he went.

“Fred Weasley!” you bellowed, getting up immediately running after him.

Fred had much longer legs than you so it was easier for him to move quicker. It also meant that when you tried to reach for your book in his hand, it was barely even close. You reached your arms up above your head like a child and jumped for the book,

“Give that back!”

“What?” he said, still laughing. “You said I should pick up a book” Fred snickered, holding the book high out of your reach. “So I did!”

This wasn’t unusual behavior from Fred. At times when you were focusing on a project or when you were finishing an essay, he would always be there to distract you and cause trouble. You had thought back to the times when you had received multiple detentions in class because Fred had distracted you for a gag. Of course he never complained, because he got to spend extra time with you while you two polished trophies for detention.

“I swear to Merlin, Fred Weasley, if you don’t give that back right now, I’ll….I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Fred teased, bringing his face close to yours again with a giant grin plastered on it. There it was again, that grin. The one that made your knees buckle every time you saw it.

“I’ll…..” but you didn’t know what to say. At that moment, as you looked into Fred’s mischievous eyes, nothing needed to be said. 

Instead you planted your lips onto his in a tender kiss. The impact had caught him off guard momentarily before he found his bearings, he chucked the book onto the couch and placed his hands on your hips, holding you tight. You ran your hands through his fiery hair and melted into the kiss. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than you could have imagined. He tasted tentatively with his tongue, and you opened your mouth with a small sigh into the kiss.

“Fred? Have you seen the-OH goodness!” 

You both broke apart at the sound of Fred’s mother, Mrs Weasley entering the room, with a heap of washing. You’re cheeks had turned to a deep shade of puce, and you frantically looked around the room trying to think of something to say.

“Oh Mrs Weasley, Im so sorry, we were just-” 

“Oh no deary its completely fine” she cut you off with a loving smile. Trying to hold up the load of washing. 

You looked up at Fred who was rubbing that back of his head, with a stupid grin on his face. You noticed that Mrs Weasley was struggling with the washing so you strode up to her to help, hoping that it would distract her by what she had just walked in on.

“Here, Mrs Weasley, let me help” you insisted, moving your hands towards the pile of clothes. She looked at you once again with that motherly smile of hers, moving the basket out of your hands.

“No, no deary! you do too much for us already, you keep Ginny company and you’re a good influence on Fred, as I have noticed.  Your cheeks grew an even darker shade of red, knowing that Fred was behind you listening. 

“It’s always good to have you here, I wish that you were part of my family, you would be a wonderful addition ” She beamed at you.

“You never know mum!” Fred called, “Maybe one day” 

You looked back at Fred and beamed!

This is my first ever imagines LOL I KNOW ITS BAD BUT if you liked it please let me know so that i can write more in the future. ALSO if you wanted to request any imagines or any prompts that you have then feel free to ask me anything!

Also credits to the gif owner

[the-dam-daughter-of-hades]

Percy Jackson AU told from Annabeth’s point of view—— The Musical

This is for the @demigodsecretsanta thing for the blog.... @guyshowdoimakeausername I hope you like it and Merry Christmas. 😊 also, I’m on mobile so I can’t do the read more function. Sorry!

Sometimes I wonder if it could have been different. Yeah, probably. Maybe I’d be dead, or running in the streets, or maybe still the most socially awkward nerd of the school. And then I wonder. How did I even get to this hellish heaven that I call home? I guess you could say it started with the musical.

Yeah, people call theater life changing, but this time it actually was. I was a weird nerd who most people didn’t know existed or if they did, it was only because of the incidents that always happened around me that I had nothing to do with. I definitely wasn’t your typical high school student. When I woke up in the morning, I scrunched my oddly curly blond hair in a ponytail and grabbed my backpack and left. I always made sure to carry an architecture book with me incase class got too boring and I needed something to do. Definitely not something you see everyday.

It all started when my architecture class told us we’d get extra credit if we helped with the spring musical. I didn't need the extra points. I had over a 101% in the class, but it was architecture class so I signed up before Christmas break for stage crew. The holidays were always an awkward time with my dad and stepmom. I know my dad loved me, but there was always an underlying tension between everyone, so I was happy to get out of the house for musical rehearsals.

The musical, which happened to be “The Little Mermaid” had a huge cast and elaborate sets to make and move so everyone had a lot of work to do. The musical had started off with a rocky beginning. The casting itself had caused so much drama that it had left half the cast in tears before the first rehearsal even stated. This was mostly due to the fact that new boy had gotten the male lead. This boy was already known around the school for breaking school records on the swim team. I knew him only because he’d answered every question wrong in biology class. Maybe he had dyslexia like me, but still that statistic wasn’t something to be proud of. Yeah, maybe you know who he is by now. He was Percy Jackson. Or Jackass as I called him sometimes when the swim team knocked me over spilling the contents of my backpack everywhere. His name just had that kind of ring to it.

So, anyway, despite the drama, everyone managed to work hard on their roles and the play was starting to take shape. I wasn’t really a drama person, but I was starting to enjoy making the props and the scenery. And you know, Percy Jackson wasn’t really too bad. He helped us with the props when he could and told jokes to settle everyone’s grumbling when the director added more rehearsals. So yeah, you get the idea. Life wasn’t too bad.

“Annabeth!”

I turned to see Grover, Percy’s friend, hurrying over. Rehearsal had finished and I was one of the last to leave.

“Hey, Grover, what are you doing here?”

He laughed.

“Haven’t you noticed? I’ve been to every rehearsal. I’m your moral support.”

I hadn’t noticed, and I blushed pink in embarrassment.

“Sorry”

“It’s fine. Hey have you seen Percy? Im supposed to go home with him.”

I looked around quickly, but Percy was nowhere to be found.

“do you want me to go look for him?” I asked reluctantly.

“If you don’t mind.”

“Yeah. It’s fine.”

I turned and headed back into the theater. It was pretty dark and everyone had already left. I was pretty sure no one was still there when I heard a muffled sigh and a sniff. I froze and then took a few hesitant steps forward until I reached the stage where a cluster of boxes was casting shadows in the grey darkness.

“Hello?” I asked softly.

The muffled sniffing paused, and a face came into view from behind the boxes. I jumped and then sighed.

“Oh, it’s you.”

I came closer. Percy was sitting dejectedly, his chin resting on his knees and his messy black hair was more disheveled than usual. Even in the darkness, I could see his eyes were red and puffy. Cautiously, I slid down the boxes and sat next to him.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” he said quickly, swiping at his eyes.

I gave him a look.

“What’s wrong?”

He let out a deep sigh and shook his head softly.

“It’s just family issues.”

I hesitated.

“Like you’re grounded or…?”

“No. Like I don’t want to go home and see my stepdad playing cards with his friends and ordering my mom around and she just...just taking it. We could leave. We could go, but no. We stay and he uses her and me, and we just have to sit and take it.”

My heart flipped. I could almost hear myself saying something very similar. He sighed.

“But, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

I scooted closer.

“No, you’re not fine, but you’re not alone. I have a stepmom too and he's horrible. It’s like I'm different and foreign and don’t even belong in my own house. And this play was the only thing that got me through break so I didn’t have to stay with them and listen to them and feel so much hared and anger like I’m walking on a rubber band that’s about to snap.”

I gasped softly at my own words. I’d never spoken them out loud before and here I was pouring out my soul to a stranger. I hid my face.

“I’m sorry. I should go.”

“No. Please don’t. I’ve never met anyone who knows how I feel. They just say they understand, but they don’t know what it’s like.”

I smiled at him softly.

“Maybe there's more to you than I thought, seaweed brain.” I said quietly

He laughed.

“And you’re just a nerd, wise girl.”

I punched him playfully.

“Hey, Grover wanted me to come in and get you.”

He groaned.

“That means I have to go home then.”

“I know you can make it through just one more day. You can do it.”

“Thanks”

He stood and helped me to my feet.

“Hey, do I look like I’ve been crying?”

It was hard to see much in the dark so I said no. He looked at me skeptically then shrugged and walked out of the theater with a bounce in his step like nothing in the world was wrong.

I didn’t see much of him the next few days. The musical was only a few weeks away from show time, and everyone was busy. It wasn’t until I opened the last of the boxed that I saw him again. I lifted the lid and a gigantic spider crawled out of the box. Well, maybe it wasn’t that big, but i was instantly paralyzed in its monstrous red eyes and I screamed. (quite naturally really) That was how Percy found me, scrambling on the table prop pointing hysterically at ta spider crawling across the floor. Percy laughed softly and quickly ground the spider beneath his shoe. He smiled up at me.

“I don't know you were afraid of spiders.”

I blushed red realizing that I must have looked like a frightened child screaming hysterically.

“I didn’t know you noticed people like me.”

It was a low blow, but what else was I supposed to say?

“Oh.” he said softly, “You were the girl they always picked on.”

“And you did too.”

He shook his head.

“I didn't know what they were doing and when I found out I didn’t want them to turn on me if I stopped them. I’m sorry.”

I tried to fume, but he was too sincere.

“It’s alright,” I said softly, “I’m just a nerd.”

“You’re not just a nerd, wise girl. Those buildings you drew in architecture class were amazing.”

“You saw them?”

“Yeah.”

“You can see?”

“Shut up.”

We grinned at each other for a moment before hurrying back to our duties.

After that, we saw each other a lot more often. Percy wasn’t someone I’d normally pay attention to, but there was something about him that drew me like a magnet. It wasn't long before I found myself smiling wistfully after him and staring at his brilliant green eyes. THe musical went on with many hysterics and mishaps but non where were extremely noticeable to the audience. Prom was in a few weeks, but of course I wasn’t going. That is until one spring day when Percy and I were walking home from school together.

“So, what color dress are you wearing to prom?”

It as a simple enough question, but it still hurt that I didn't have any friends to go with.

“Oh, well, I’m not going.”

“Really?” he looked crestfallen. Then he laughed as if at himself, “But would you like to go with me?”

I stopped dead.

“With you? To prom?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“No reason. I just…”

I shrugged as if it was perfectly normal to get asked to prom, but my heart was soaring. Little did I know there was a very good reason why not to go to prom with Percy Jackson.

I picked out a green dress to wear and Percy’s mom insisted that she pay. I wish she hadn’t but I had to consent eventually. When his mom picked us up to drive us to prom, I couldn’t help but stare at him. I don’t like saying sappy things, but he was beautiful that night. Grover was going to meet us at the dance, and we began our long journey. We had almost arrived at the dance when the car door suddenly flew open and Grover, or at least I thought it was grover, flew inside.

“Mrs. Jackson, you have to go. Get them to Camp Half-blood now.”

His voice was panicked but I couldn’t help but keep blinking at his legs which had turned all hairy and were those hooves? I felt nauseous. Mrs. Jackson and Grover were arguing in the front seat and I caught the word“Minotaur.” I had no idea what was going on, but Mrs. Jackson tuned the car with a screech and took off heading straight out of the city. The events of that night are still a blur to me. It was raining that night, and I remember Grover giving Percy a pen telling him to uncap it if he was in need. And then, there it was. The minotaur. And Percy uncapped the pen. It grew into something else. Something beautiful and frightening, a sword like I’d only seen in books. Someone kept telling me to run and I ran, pulling off my heels as I went, my heart thundering in my ears. Something alive jumped in front of me. I screamed and drove the end of my high heeled shoe into its chest, and it disintegrated into powder. I stared at it, but only for a moment before I began to run again, and I ran until I felt arms around me and heard the buzz of startled voices. I heard my own voice saying.

“He’s still out there. You have to help him. Percy. Help Percy.”

I’m not really sure what happened after that until I work up in the infirmary next to Percy who as drooling in his sleep.

I guess that how I got here. To my home, Camp Half-blood. A place where I could be be me, a daughter of Athena, with the rest of my siblings. Percy recovered just fine and lives by himself in the Poseidon cabin. There's so much more I could say, but I don’t really have the time. You see, Percy’s gone missing and I have to find him because even though he brought me into this mess, I love him and I won't rest until my heart is whole again.

The end.

[yourbrother-crutchie]

Dear evan hansen secret santa!

Hello sweet child! First of all merry christmas/ happy Hanukkah/ happy holidays 💕 I love your blog and I hope that after this we could maybe talk! Hope you enjoy 💙 *I thought it may be easier to post here than the other way I posted it 😄*

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“Pleaseee Evan! Come out with me! It’s the first real snow fall of the year. You know that the ice rink is ready. We skate every year together.” Zoe begged me. We met in year one before we were sorted into different houses.

I always knew that I would be sorted into Hufflepuff, but when the hat was placed on my head, I remember feeling very calm about the fact that I could also be sorted into Slytherin.

Zoe was a Gryffindor. I knew it the moment I met her. Despite us being in different houses, she is my best friend, and I love her more than anyone.

I snap back into reality, and back to the conversation I was having with her. “And your brother is coming with us?” I squeak out. It isn’t that her brother was scary… he was just very…. intimidating. Yes, that’s the word. He always walked with such a drive and purpose that it was very powerful to watch.

“He has a really hard time making friends Evan. It’s the least I could do. What’s the worst thing that could happen? It’s just our regular annual ice skating! Me, you, Alana, Connor and now Jared.” She said cheerfully.

“Jared too??” I raised my eyebrow at her. Jared was my friend when we were younger, before we came to Hogwarts. Since he was sorted into Slytherin, he’s basically avoided me, but always acts like we are best friends over the summers.

“Yeah, he and Connor have actually been talking lately. And he’s friends with both of you, so I was hoping that would make you more comfortable with it?” She gave me the biggest puppy dog eyes and was basically begging me to go with her tonight.

“Okay, fine, but you’re making hot chocolate after.” I gave in and grabbed my skates and my winter gear.

Zoe was beyond giddy when I finally accepted her offer. The snow outside was large and fluffy, and coming in plenty supply. I couldn’t wait to go out and play in it. Zoe has that way of drawing the excitement out of me. It must be her smile. It’s subtle, and it makes me feel like I’m a part of a secret. It’s literally perfect.

We walk to the main doors where Alana, Jared and Connor are meeting us. The closer we get, the more anxious I feel about talking to Connor.

I’ve never really spoken to him much. Just the odd “Hello” in passing to be polite because he was Zoes brother.

The only person that knows about me being bisexual is Zoe. She also knows that the reason I’m so intimidated by Connor is because of how attractive he is. She keeps doing things like this so that we can talk. I don’t know why I finally caved now.

“Heyyy guys. It’s about time!” Jared said awkwardly hugging Zoe. “You’re late, but that’s alright.” Alana chimed in. “Lets go.” Connor mumbled.

He looked very to himself. Even more than I am and I didn’t think that was possible. Maybe it will be easier to get to know him. “So what are you doing over the holidays?” I ask Connor while we walk towards the frozen pond. “Nothing really. Just basic Christmas stuff. How about you?”

His answer were short and clear, but I could hear the want in his voice. The want for human connection. “Oh my mom and I celebrate Hanukkah! It’s my favourite time of year honestly. All my friends celebrate Christmas so I’ve also started to, but I like the intimate celebration between my mom and I.” I didnt realize I was rambling until we get to the pond.

“Sounds fun. You’ll have to explain Hanukkah to me sometime. If that’s alright?” I nod my head enthusiastically. I was a lot less anxious talking to him than I had anticipated.

“Ev!!! You may need to be my support system so I can get adjusted to skating again!” Zoe said to me as she started to lace her skates on. “Why would I expect anything less?”

Before I know it, we are all skating and having fun. Zoe and I are skating laps and Jared is trying to impress Alana, but she’s performing way cooler tricks than him. I look over and see Connor getting frustrated as he keeps falling and picking himself up every 2 minutes.

I skate over to him fast and offer a hand out for him. “Would you like some help?” I offer. He looks offended that I would even ask him that. “I’m fine. It’s just been a while.” He says and slides as he tries to stand. I catch him mid fall and we are in a position where I have him dipped.

As soon as I realize what position we have going on, I want to let go, but instead I pull him back to standing. “See….. not that hard. Just uh… let me know if I can help Connor.” I gave him the best smile I could muster up and skate back to Zoe.

“Thank you for trying.” She says whole heartedly. “I really appreciate it.” We start to speed skate straight down the middle of the pond when I feel a slight tug on my skates and I fall down hard on the ice.

“BEAT YOU HANSEN!!” Zoe yelled from the finish line. I hear Jared laugh hysterically “EAT SHIT HANSEN LOOOL” He yelled at me from where he was with Alana.

Connor looked at me and smirked. He started to skate slowly away. That smirk made me physically want to drool. It’s pulling on my heart too much. Just when I’m almost back to Zoe, I feel my skates pull another time.

“Okay!! This can’t just be marks in the ice. We were the 1st people on it this year.” I tried to figure out what the problems are.

“Evan! Are you seriously forgetting everything I taught you in 2nd year??? I spent so long teaching you to skate!” Alana said defeated. I got up to skate again, but fell to my left hand side.

I look over and see Connor smirking at me and he skates over. “Do you need a hand?” He says so sexily. It was quite passive aggressive with flirty mixed in.

I start to take his hand, but when he is about to help me up, but instead I pull him down and he stumbles so he landed directly on me.

“Your eyes are stunning.” I whispered in aw as we laid there on the ice. His whole face immediately went a deeper shade of red if possible.

I knew that everyone would be looking at me and Connor right now, but for some reason it just didn’t bother me. I only saw Connor. He shakily moves his face closer to mine to the point where we are just centimetres away.

“Please just kiss me.” I breathe out, instantly embarrassed about what I just said out loud.

But my whisper was loud enough for him to hear, because just like I asked, he kissed me. It was magical, and surreal and everything I could have hoped for.

I hear literal fireworks going off so I break the kiss with Connor and look over and see that Zoe and Alana had made fireworks.

Zoe laughed hysterically as she skated over to us. “Its about time!!! You two have been crushing on each other for at least 2 years yet, and neither of you have had the balls to say anything! The match maker strikes again!!!” She screamed in victory.

Connor rolled his eyes, but grabbed my hand tightly with his. “Yeah , I guess she did. Thanks Zo,”

“When will you set me up Zoe?? You free tonight?” He asked non chalantly. “In your dreams Kleinman.”

We all walked back to Alanas room and Zoe made us all hot chocolate. “Sorry for making you fall earlier. It’s just hard to impress someone who is already a million times better than you,” he laughed and scratched the back of his head.

“ So you were the one making me fall!! Jesus I knew I wasn’t just getting bad at skating. You’re the worst.” I teased and kissed his cheek.

Skating today was the best decision I’ve made in the 6 years I’ve been here.

(( THIS!! IS!! CUTE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG <3 <3 and youre so sweet omg!! <3 im always up for chattin hmu 

[meowmerson]

1, 22, 34 and 35?? Pretty pretty please? ANY pairing actually, but maybe Tomione or Fremione or Regumione or Dramione? I'm just craving these particular prompts they're amazingg

(lmao sorry this took so long but anyway im picking fremione so i love you!! here we go!!)

The Weasley house always came alive at family reunions.

It had always been lively for as long as Hermione had known them, but as everyone grew older it wasn’t often that you could find all of them together at once, and there was nothing comparable to the chaos that ensued when the entire family reunited. Harry and Ginny and the kids, Ron and Lavender and the baby, Bill and Fleur and their children, Charlie and his boyfriend, Percy and his girlfriend, George and Angelina and–

And Fred.

The truth of the matter was things got hectic at the Weasley house whenever Fred came home. He didn’t come home often, or at least that’s what she heard, usually preferring to keep watch over his shop, but he was always there when she visited, encouraging bad behavior in the children and all together causing mischief. It was exhausting, because the children adored him, loved him enough to flock to his defense whenever Hermione started to nag, and she had so much to nag him for.

He was reckless and dangerous around the children, he swore without bothering to care if they overheard, he encouraged them to take part in stupid, ridiculous things like food fights and some stupid game called ‘bloody knuckles’ where they actually punch each others knuckles and the first one to show a sign of pain loses, and she knows Fred taught that game to them but none of them will fess up and Hermione seems to be the only one who cares.

“They’re just kids,” Harry said when she tried to get him to see some sense, “Things get a bit hectic on Christmas, and you know they like to impress Fred, but its fine. Let it go.” 

Never mind that Lily and James were currently sat on the living room floor repeatedly pounding their fists together as hard as they could to try to break each others fingers.

And the problem was when she tried to let it go, he only got worse. Practically antagonistic. As if he wanted her to lose her temper. As if he couldn’t bear to give her a single moment of peace over the holiday. She didn’t know why. Ginny said it was because he wanted her to pay attention to him but Hermione was always paying attention to him so she didn’t really understand why that would be an issue.

And she really was paying attention to him all the time. In increasingly alarming ways. 

It’s just that her and Fred were the only single family members left, so really it was natural for her to think about him like that sometimes. She had gone quite a long time without being with anyone, and even if Fred was childish and antagonistic and a bit crass, he was also a friend. He was tall and handsome and there was something unmatchably beautiful about the way he smiled, so sometimes she just thought–

Well, she thought a number of horrible, shameful things that weren’t use dwelling on. Best to just move on and pretend those thoughts never occurred to her in the first place. 

But ignoring those thoughts was aways more difficult when he was right there.

Her goal for the day–partly because it was Christmas and partly because she was trying to get ahold of herself–was to ignore him. All day. Just ignore everything and anything he did, no matter how ridiculous and how irresponsible, she would leave it to the others to step in if need be. So she curled up on the worn arm chair armed with a glass of Champagne (it wasn’t even noon) watching Fred hoist Lily up onto his shoulders, her tiny body wracked with giggles and her hands fisting in his hair, and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from telling him to be careful. 

She didn’t miss his eyes slanting in her direction, as if he had been expecting her to say something. She fixed her eyes on James holding Ron and Lavender’s baby on the couch until she was certain Fred had looked away before she returned her gaze to him as he pranced around the room like a loon with Lilly laughing hysterically on his shoulders. He might make this all easier on her by not being quite so handsome when he laughed.

She looked away and moved to the kitchen to help Molly cook.

In the time she spent ignoring him, Fred managed to nick the pie that had been cooling in the window and shared it with the kids before dinner, but Molly had lectured him enough that Hermione didn’t even need to control herself, though she didn’t miss Fred catch her eye for a brief moment while Molly had a go at him. He also fed the children candy that had them burping up bubbles and floating toward the ceiling, he charmed one of the toy stuffed dragons to follow and attack Ron for a full hour, he slipped something into Angelina’s drink that had her and George stuck together at the lips until he finally deigned it time to separate them–though they didn’t seem particularly upset–and through all of this and far, far worse as the day went on Hermione remained resolutely silent.

She stayed silent when he told a story about a customer at the shop and called them an ‘uppity bitch’ at loud volume less than two feet away from the children. She stayed silent when he made the mashed potatoes explode as soon as they were set on the table to eat. She stayed silent when he locked Charlie and his boyfriend in the coat closet for half an hour and she didn’t even attempt to cast the counter spell to let them out. She absolutely was taking no part in his tomfoolery for the day, she would remain silent and entirely uninvolved. And she especially ignored it when he overtly stared at her from across the dinner table for the entire meal, eyes narrowed in silent contemplation. 

She kept herself in check all day. Which is why it was somewhat disheartening when she was set off by a paint fight, of all things.

She had gone all day, all bloody day without saying a thing, when Fred turned the flames on the scented candles Lavender brought into fireworks she had said nothing, when he charmed the Christmas ornaments to scurry around he house like mice she kept her mouth shut, but something about walking into the living room seeing the entire room as well as every child and even the baby covered in the paint from one of James’s Christmas presents, and Fred’s hand cupping a glop of paint and ready to throw at a giggling, splatter painted James and she just–

“Fred Weasley!” 

His head snapped toward her, his eyebrows raised in surprise and his lips slowly pulling into a bemused smile, looking somehow more devious than she had even seen him. “Granger!” He greeted excitedly, a chorus of children’s laughter around him, “I was beginning to think you’d gone mute!”

“Put the paint down and clean up this mess!” She demanded.

“Are you gonna come over here and make me?” He goaded, sending the children–who had frozen upon her arrival and were watching the two of them–into peals of laughter smothered behind their paint-soaked hands. Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Come on, Hermione,” Fred grinned, “Going quiet again? You’ve already ignored me all day.”

“You are utterly irresponsible,” She snapped, “Is it so impossible for you to spend one day at home without acting like a child? You know I don’t particularly like spending my Christmases conducting damage control for everything you–”

She got slapped in the face with a handful of yellow paint. 

The children shrieked with laughter, and Hermione  stared slack-jawed and furious as Fred lowered his hand, still stained yellow by the paint that clung to his fingers. She reached up and smeared the paint off, staring at her own now-yellow hand before raising her eyes to meet his again. He looked utterly delighted.

“Okay,” She muttered under her breath, flicking the paint off her hand and taking a deep, frustrated breath in through her nose. One of the containers of paint–much bigger than it had been when it was gifted to James, she could only imagine Fred had enlarged them all–sat on the table in front of her. She picked it up, marching across the room toward Fred who had a strange expression caught between disappointed and amused and fond. He opened his mouth, probably to say something divisive.

She dumped the remainder of the purple paint in her container right on his face.

Most of it went straight into his open mouth, so he turned to cough and spit the paint back out as the children erupted into screaming laughter. When he turned back to her it was with an expression of pure shock and bewilderment. She dropped the canister to the ground and set her hands on her hips, cocking her eyebrow up at him. She would be disappointed in herself later for sinking down to his level, for now she would appreciate the gobsmacked expression on his face.

It didn’t last long. Before she could even properly memorize the expression it melted into a grin and his hands seized her waist and hoisted her up in the air and pressed his purple stained face against her neck to smear the paint on her. She let out a startled laugh before she managed to steel her voice into something serious which only made it less threatening when she said “Fred Weasley put me down!”

He did, and for a brief moment she was surprised at how quickly he followed her direction, but he very quickly lifted her again, this time around the hips so he could throw her over his shoulder. “You caveman!” She said, pounding once on his back. From this position she could see the kids all clambering around his legs in excitement as he walked, laughing loudly and staring up at the two of them with wide, excited eyes. “Put me down!” She demanded.

He didn’t, so she tapped on James shoulder and pointed to the canister of red near the fireplace. He tittered over to the paint can and brought it to her, dissolving into excited giggles as he did so. She scrabbled at Fred’s back to lift herself enough in order to upend the bucket all over his back. 

He let out a loud shout of surprise which quickly turned into barking laughter as he let her slide back down to the ground. The paint that was still on her hands from the canister she smeared up and over his head so that it stuck to his hair. 

She didn’t notice she was smiling until his eyes flickered down to her mouth for a moment. He was smiling too, the same smile she had been obsessing over for years, but it was different somehow. It lacked all edges of antagonism or meanness as he usually had when he smiled at her. He just looked happy and a little bewildered, his hands were still curled around her waist and he was so close--

The door to the living room opened. “Whoa, what the hell--” 

Harry stood in the doorway, staring at her and Fred and then the kids and then back at them in shock. Hermione was mortified. “We’ll clean it up.” She promised.

Harry stood there for a moment, quietly taking in the scene, before he dissolved into quiet laughter in the doorway. “You kids have fun,” He said with no small amount of mocking.

“Harry stop laughing!” She called after him when he shut the door. “We’re going to clean it up! Okay,” She said suddenly, pushing away from Fred and picking up the canister. She pointed it at him. “We’re cleaning up your mess.”

“My mess?” He pressed a hand against his chest in a frankly overdramatic display of being offended, but his grin hadn’t faded a bit. “You took part in this!” 

“Come on,” She ushered the children, ignoring him, “We need to get you cleaned up.”

“Hermione!” Fred called from behind her, laughter in his voice. “Are you going to ignore me again?”

“You are impossible to ignore Fred Weasley,” She drawled. 

A quick glance behind her as she ushered the children out of the living room to clean them up told her that comment left him outrageously pleased. 

[multifandomhoodies]

in the two minutes my brain was working i made this meme because i think it’s funny and while no one has told me to stop talking abt work i feel like this is lowkey accurate. 

this will probably be super annoying and basically a ramble but hey ! I dont care. rondo alla turca just came on and that’s incredibly accurate of my mind rn just that super fast part. anyways. im so sorry. 

hit that read more for the entire 2000+ word dissertation i wrote about work today.

so today was wild because fourth of july babey uh it didn’t start getting different until like,,,, 8 ish? mostly till then it was just regulars who are always in the park. i forgot my earmuffs so i couldn’t backpack blow when i wanted :c. nothing weird was in the bathrooms today! there was a lemonheads box in the women’s, but like,, that’s not very weird. i had several guests tell me that i was gonna have a rough day tomorrow w/ clean up and im like lol yeah Except i dont work tomorrow sorry tue-sat crew. love you. except fuck u danager. i had to get the cans along the beach and the guy that usually runs the beach comber wasn’t there so a different guy from the other park was doing it and he doesn’t run the beach comber v often and you could Tell. also this dude barely said anything to anyone except the one dude and honestly powermove. also he has Very long dreads. also this lady ? was laying like two feet away from where i had to backpack blow and she had the audacity to like, look at me? sorry lady its 8am the sun isnt even out stop sunbathing. anyways. i had to water the flowers i planted yesterday and after that it was breaktime (gang GANG) breaktime is like,, three hours after we start work but cleaning the bathrooms and backpack blowing and getting cans took forEVER. break was funny because it was just three of us in the breakroom and we were talking about the new manager who is. just a fucking asshole. he can choke. bitch. anyways. even tony doesnt like him and tony’s like so nice. i made a joke b4 we rolled out that liam could help me clean our part of the park and danager was like hey he can do that if you want to mulch and I thought it was mulching with HIm and I was like oh nO you thought hunty! i had to deal with your stupid ass yesterday! turns out it was just liam and tony and like honestly i would have done that that would have been super fun. and liam told me that he’d told tony about what happened yesterday with mulching. danager really called liam and i off of weedeating to mulch. at like, 1:30. we go on break at 2. he didnt care and was like oh you guys can just stay after and we’re like?? no?? unless we’re getting paid overtime and you dont have the power to make us do that? and liam today was like yeah if he does that shit again im leaving and tony and i agreed. im like ill walk home man. im leaving. tony said that even steve was getting pissed at him yesterday and steve’s a really chill dude. so collectively everyone’s like FUCk danager. and he came in from outside too and was like aight guys this is what we’re doing. hannah you should be able to weedwhip farther out away from your body. you hold the weedwhip too close and if you dont do that you can get a farther range. i kid you not the four of us that werent danager just started laughing. weedeaters (or weedw(h)ackers, or as ONLY danager says, weedwhips) arent very heavy. however. they do get heavy after a while, and they shake sometimes. a lot of times. We don’t get new equipment so it shakes. I’m hardly weak, but I’m also not strong enough to hold the weedeater like he said. so as soon as he said that i should be doing that everyone laughed. like i did too im like man you’re tripping. anyways. he left again, and so did two of the other guys again so it was just tony liam and i. kenny came back in and the three of us had been talking and when kenny opeend the door we all shifted so we could see who walked in, hoping it wasnt danager. kenny bust out laughing. “yall shoulda see your faces.” tony does a dramatic renactment of us all leaning forward to see who it is. oh it was great. tony liam and i were like in hysterics abt something (i think it was something rude abt danager i cant remember now). then we all headed out to do our danager assigned tasks. I went back to weedeating this one area. reminder that it IS the fourth of july, it’s like 9:30am and im weedeating this one part of the park. priorities? what are those. anyways so i do that. I see liam and tony leave to keep mulching. i keep weedeating. I did that and backpack blew the debris and then went over to the other part of the park to check cans. i checked cans again, had a super awkward situation with like 15 people near this sign. i tried to park my cart to check hte cans and EVERYONE STARED AT ME. like i know im wearing clothes specifcally chosen to be visible to cars and the public but the fuck you gotta stare at me for! anyways i got the cart and got the fuck outta there quick. I drove around more, some guy stopped me and said he thought there should be more speed limit signs. you’re right sir. drivers will see them and not care. i was checking trash in the one part of the park and i see tony and liam driving so i wave. by now it;s almost our lunch, its like 11:15. im going to check some cans that you like actually have to walk to, but i see tony driving towards me so i wait. they pull up, ask for the time. tony suggests we take a brisk walk to check the cans. we take a walk, but it’s not very fast. it’s very slow. we stopped to talk about dumb shit. liam’s apparently found a mink? on the pier? im so jealous? anyways yeah we wasted fifteen minutes looking at cans. we turn around and Danager’s walking towards us. tony grabs some trash off the ground immediately. danager doesnt even question it. he just tells us he wants someone to weedwhip or mow this one area, or at least be aware of it. tony and liam leave with dan, i head back to the shop. i hosed out the back of my cart cuz i got something FOUL in it. it may have been human poop. not sure. it was at least poop. lunch was more joking about danager. then danager came in and they started talking about muscle cramps. tony asked regular dan if he got cramps ever. dan shook his head. we dont think dan’s human. doesnt eat. doesnt SIT. only takes breaks because he’s legally required. jury is out. danager fucks off again. liam ate some of the ice cream. we chill until danager comes back in. then we leave. danager really told us to keep our weedwhips with us (also everytime liam or i say weedwhip mockingly we whip so i mean. yeah) and if we saw anything that needed weedeated to do it. ITS THE FOURTH OF JULY. THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THE PARK. tony apparently reached for his weedeater and some lady started cussing him out. something about how there’s people around and whatever (all true) and he’s like yeah sorry i was told to but yaknow what I just wont! because it’s a holiday no one wants to weedeat. so danager told us to go clean up driftwood from the beach and tony’s like oh some of it may be big yaknow ill go with you guys. completely an excuse not to do work. it was fine. we went down to the beach. got all ten pieces of wood that were there. and we did not take them back to the shop to be dealt with. no. we may or may not have taken the trashcan full of wood to the treeline and yeeted the driftwood into the treeline/woods. then we walked back up to our carts. and didnt get in them. the three of us stood around the carts for like twenty minutes just talking instead of working. who cares honestly. i dont. as long as it’s not a habit,,, we cool. somehow we started talking abt pot and liam’s like Oh yeah i’m pretty sure everyone here gets FUCKED up on that. and tony (who’s been here for a summer) was like. oh yeah for SURE. he’s like yaknow weed’s okay. not that interesting ppl overhype it. liams like yea never done it been overed it never done it and im like never been offered, never done it. a ranger rolled by and tony’s like yo what if the ranger rolled his window down and just a cloud of pot smoke rolled out and his eyes were just red. what would we do. and we all just like essentially shrug emojid and kept talking. tony came up with the great idea to move out of the full sun into some shade. we sat in the carts in the shade and talked more abt dumb shit. we decide to eventually move and check some other areas for trash. just to look busy and also get out of an area that had a lot of people and access for a cart. so we went over to another section of the park and got trash. I had two bags, and Tony’s just like yeah as long as they see trashbags in your cart no one’s gonna care what you’re doing. We went over near that part’s bathrooms and dan and even dan was like,,, i see yall are fuckin off and i dont hate that. we actually talked with dan for a bit too. then we walked over to this area where ppl throw beercans and ““““checked”““ for trash there. skipped rocks. made stupid comments about shit. we were over there for like twenty minutes. aaaaaaaaand Danager shows up. he tells tony to go water some plants in the front. it’s 1:30 at this point, tony’s gotta go load the water, haul it out to the front, water. liam and i followed him back to the carts. he got in his cart, looked around to make sure dan was gone and did the finger gun to head thing and drove off. liam and i immediately were like okay we gotta figure something out we’re staying the fuck out of danager’s way. so we go to another pier and start walking it, looking for trash. we did actually pick up trash. there was a lot. after like fifteen minutes we headed back to the shop to take our break at 2 and danager’s on his way out and he’s like oh! hey you guys can weedwhip around the building! or clean up around the dumpsters. do something. “No use standing around for twenty minutes”. okaaaaaaaaaaaaay man. so liam and i are like oh yeah of course we’ll find something to do. FUCK I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO BLOW THE GRASS IN THE DRIVEWAY FUCK FUCKIJ’DJ’FKJALKJFLAKJF goddamnit. deadass sorry for abrupt switch but im sitting in my house at 10:25pm realizing i didnt get the grass in the driveway. ugh whatever. ending my regrets and back to earlier. so as soon as danager drives his way and we get far enough away both of us are like YO FUCK THAT and im immediately like. 

i get as far as saying the first I from this and liam and I say the rest in unison. we share a braincell, i think. good job us. we’re both OVER IT. we throw our trashbags in the dumpster and grab pickers. we’re not sweating it but we grab some trash. i feel bad for tony cuz he’s out watering when it’s breaktime. liam says he probably wont be back till 2:25 when we have to clock out by 2:30. he wound up being right. a lot of shaking heads and muttering inbetween the four seasonals (minus dan) as soon as he was back. i clocked out and i told tony that he probably wont survive tomorrow with danager and that it was nice knowing him. tomorrow two of the techs will be back because they had today off. but it’s gonna be tony, the two techs, and danager. and possibly someone from the other park. not sure tho. like the BIGGEST oof because it’s gonna be a full day of trash cleanup and they’ve got danager there. and danager works the same shift as tony so anyday tony’s in, so it danager. the sat-thur crew got lucky. he told liam and i that on saturdays, the techs are out b/c weekends. it was just tony and someone from the other park and they’d. get the trash. trashbags and ground trash. and then fuck off in the breakroom. you can’t weedeat or cut on weekends. there’s not much to do if there’s not trash. they deadass would nap. and now they’re SCREWED because danager’s there. i’m so sad the one guy from the other park wasn’t there today. I can not WAIT to find out what he thinks of danager. fascinating. i almost worked tomorrow too, of my own request because I missed so much. but im sO Glad i didnt i do not want to spend anytime around danager that i dont have to. he fucking sucks. anyways. working my first ever fourth of july was,,, eventful. it mostly consisted of trying to avoid danager and kicking it with liam and tony. and that’s stellar. I really like both of them. i love my fucking coworkers. except danager. fuck you. also! no one offered us food :( apparently there is usually good food ppl offer to you and :( :( i didnt get food. oh today at work was wild. im so sorry for this post. it’s a hefty one. is this the longest post i’ve ever made on tumblr? yes. if you made it this far good job. I saw two REALly great dogs. the one looked like a bear. the other was a gsd. good job. god i love this job.