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[dumbstupidbitch]

Of missing and remembering

Missing

They found this tree when they were just a child. They were alone in this whole world and just wanted a place to call home. They come here almost daily. To read and write and to do all the other bits of life. The tree had always been tall and big. When they were younger they could climb it and rest on one of it's branches to read. Now they sit on the ground, leaning against one of the two gravestones and rest in the trees shadow. Whenever they visited, they could feel a longing inside their chest. It was like they were missing something or someone that they couldn't quite remember. This feeling of missing always growing bigger with each visit. Until one day a boy sat under the tree sketching.

Remembering

When he saw them for the first time it was like a stone was lifted from his shoulders. It felt as if he could finally breath freely again. He didn't know what he felt in that moment but with time he began to realise what it was. Sitting with them under the tree, talking, reading and drawing together. A feeling of home flooded him and them as well. This time that the two of them spent together it felt like something he remembered. A memory deep within his soul. A memory of happiness and joy. He felt like remembering this time from a life before.

Once

Old they lay, their life a tale to tell, under the tree that was still so young. They planted it here many years ago after meeting for the first time and planed to make this their last resting place. The time had come for them to go into another beautiful story of their own. They both knew. And so he asked "Will you promise to remember me?" "I can only promise to miss you, my love." they replied. And they both did miss, each to their own.

[nostalgiearts]

vampire what's your opinion?

[mirrology]

MUSE ❛ ❁. ━━ ( n.) a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.

❛ ⟡. trailblazer, dan heng, march 7th & gender neutral reader. ━━ wc: 1.1k

❛ ⟡ ━━ strictly platonic. teen reader, the reader is an artist who prefers to sketch in a sketchbook or doodle on post-it notes. Typical Astral Express shenanigans. Reader comes from a poor planet, found family astral express!! March and reader have a lot in common when it comes to capturing memories. Reader likes giving the express drawings.

To you, painting, sketching, doodling, and the like is a way to capture a moment. Just like taking a photograph, yet it takes more time, and it requires more skill. You know that it's faster with a camera. You've seen March snapping photos of the other express members in an instant.

But you take pride in your work. You won't let a camera blow out the flame of inspiration that is burning within you. That flame was the only thing you had left when you were on the streets, dressed in rags that could barely be considered clothes. As you gazed at the shining stars in the night sky from the window of the astral express, those memories resurfaced from the depth of your mind and dripped ink on the pages of your sketchbook The ink, over time, eventually became a silhouette of a child, buildings, and a city.

The piece of art was never shown to your astral express family. It was tucked away in a drawer in your room, never to see seen by eyes other than yours.

But…

There are pieces that you shoe your family, and all of them are gifts to preserve the memories of them and you. For one day, we will all be gone.

❛ ☆ ━━ Trailblazer

You knew their obsession with trash and trash cans, and their birthday was coming up, so you devised a plan. As an artist, art isn't just painting or drawing. It is also sculpting. The plan was… to make them a sculpture! Of what? Of them sparring with the lordly trash can, of course! So you got to work, it was many hours of grueling work, and your hands were starting to cramp up from digging them into the clay of the sculpture.

You sighed and leaned back into your seat. You stared at the finished sculpture that was sat on the table in front of you. It wasn't big, oh no, you weren't that talented, and it would be suspicious if any of the Astral Express members were to see the big statue of the trailblazer in your room.

This model can fit in your cupped hands. The details of their outfit were difficult to add, but you managed, and just in time for the big day! You turned to the cabinet that was on the side of your bed, ah! It was time! You quickly got up from your desk, grabbed the gift box that sat on your bed, and stuffed the sculpture inside. You tied the ribbon on top into a bow. You were ready! Let's hope they like it!

(And they definitely did. They thanked you almost a thousand times and declared you as their favorite)

❛ ☆ ━━ Dan Heng

You put the cap on your pen as you finished the little doodle of Dan Heng that was on a post-it note. It depicted a chibi version of Dan Heng, sitting in the archives, while reading a book. You quietly chuckled to yourself. You got up from your desk in your room and walked down the hall to the door of the archives. You switched from walking to tiptoeing once you got close, not wanting to alarm the vidyadhara that was inside the room. Just as you were about to stick the note on the door, it slid open, revealing the man in your doodle and also leaving your hand in the air, covering Dan Heng's face from your perspective.

You quickly put your hand down and beamed at the man in front of you. He only stared back with his typical poker face, although his eyes held a certain sparkle that was only reserved for you. “Dan Heng! hold your hand out.” You briefly greet him, then gesturing for him to hold his hand out for you. Dan Heng brought his hand up, and you placed the doodle of him in the middle of his palm. “That's for you! Ihopeyoulikeit,okaybyeeeeee” you blurted out and sprinted down the hallway, the embarrassment of being caught in the middle of putting a sitcky note on his door, finally caught up to you.

A dumbfounded Dan Heng stared at your running form as he awkwardly stood in the doorway. He stared down at the little art piece in the palm of his hand. Dan Heng’s lips twitched up into an amused smile. He walked back inside the archives and placed the doodle in the pile of different drawings and paintings that you had given him. Another thing to treasure.

❛ ☆ ━━ March 7th

“Ready?” March asked, her hands behind her back while a big grin was plastered on her face. “Ready.” You confirmed with a nod. Your hands were also behind your back. This was yours and March's monthly gift exchange, her's usually being photos of the express members and you. Yours being sketches of her or the both of you together, but today was different. For once, you decided to paint for her, it has been a while since you've had the motivation to paint but if it was for March you would paint a thousand paintings if it meant to preserve the memories of her and of course… to see her smile.

Little did you know Ms. March also had an extra special gift for you. March started counting down “Okay, 1… 2… 3!” At the count of three, the both of you held out your gifts. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the album that was held in the pink haired girl's hand and hers at the painting in yours. “Here.” You spoke gently and held out the covered canvas to her. She set down the album on the table beside her. March slowly took the canvas from you. She felt nervous, it wasn't every day that you painted. This must be really special.

The pink haired girl pulled down the cloth that was covering the painting. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at the painting. It depicted you and her, with big smiles on your faces, hugging, while sitting in a field of pink carnations. A flower crown sat on your head, matching hers. March's lower lip wobbled as tears welled up in her eyes. They weren't of sadness, no. They were of joy.

March sniffled and brought you into a tight hug, startling you who was gazing at the album filled to the brim with moments of the Astral Expresses trailblazing adventures. “Thank you!” March's voice wobbled as she held you tightly. The warmth the she radiated, despite her having ice powers, was comforting and… oddly familiar.

You smiled warmly and wrapped your arms around her, hugging her back just as tightly.

“You're welcome”

[mirabelau17]

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐔 (𝐌𝐞)~𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 (𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨'𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫)💚✨🦋💕⏳🔮🐀 Inspired and made this on my Ipad in Procreate just as of right now and I loved how it turned out to be!!! ~Mirabel AU (Me) and Everyone❤️. Thank you for sharing and viewing everyone. All content and credit goes to Disney's Encanto and myself. @mirabelau17

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[peachpepeach]

*Nacha would walk up to Peach, giving the both of them an arms length of space. In her hands she held a cake in the shape of a peach*

“ . . .Ihopeyoulikeit ! ” *she said as she handed it to him and scurried off, hiding behind a nearby wall to see what he’d do with it,*

(//feel free to delete this ask if you feel uncomfortable by it! your not obligated to rp, no worries! you could always just take this as an regular ask !! (≧◡≦) )

*He would examine the food given to him, looking at it curiously. It looks like a peach, but with a different texture..*

Peach pe pe peach peach peach.

[Is this something you humans eat..?]

*He was mostly talking to himself now since she immediately scurried off - which is a given, since he is a doppelganger.*

Peeach peach peach pe peach.

[It looks exactly like a peach.]

*He was tempted to eat it, but was rather hesitant receiving food from a human. That isn't really common - although it has been for him recently.*

// completely okay with me, this account is both rp and ask blog :3

[mrsenshi58]

MEET TONY he’s a teddy bear

Cool Am I right

#ocart?? #idk #Ihopeyoulikeit

[malzzart]

🤍🤍🤍 #drawing #drawingtutorial #drawingpencil #drawingart #drawingartist #drawingnight #sketch #jb #lovehim #singer #model #changes #sketchbook #pencils #comission #howtodraw #justinbieber #fyp #eyes #people #comissionsopen #grey #look #doodle #instagood #goodvibes #artist #ihopeyoulikeit #foryou #drawingoftheday https://www.instagram.com/p/CoqZ4QMvSjz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[flyatahighergame-arch]

‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’

ihopeyoulikeit

[kalimagik]

Notice

Based off of the song “Notice” by Thomas Rhett

Fred Weasley x Reader

~4,500

Warnings: None – LOTS of Fluff

A/N: This is my first time posting a fic on here and I’m just now deciding to take a stab at sharing them! I write a lot for the HP fandom and then also for the Marvel Fandom and Tom Holland, so be on the look out for fics later. Please like, comment, or reblog if you enjoy this fic so I can decide whether I want to post more of my work! Happy Reading <3 

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Fred’s head had been in the clouds recently. He and George had been focusing so much on their booming business that he hadn’t focused on much else. That being said, his girlfriend was feeling a little left out.

“Fred, can’t we just hang out today? No business stuff?” Y/N asked with big, pleading eyes.

“Y/N/N, this is really important. Everyone is wanting our products and I can’t just leave George to send them out by himself. I’ve got to go!”

“Fred, can I talk to you for five minutes without your mind on business? Can you give me that time?” Y/N conceded.

“I can do 5 minutes,” Fred smirked. He reached out to pull her in, assuming they would spend that 5 minutes snogging. Y/N put a quick stop to it.

“No, Fred. I want to talk to you.”

 “Oh, okay. I’m listening.”

“Are you though? You’re spaced out in every conversation we have. I tell you this almost every year. But, you don’t seem to hear all the words I say, let alone spend time with me and it makes me miss you even when I’m sitting next to you. You’ve been acting so easily distracted. I just wish you could focus. I love you, Fred and I’ll always support you, but it’s been a hard year already without you nowhere around.”

Fred watched her eyes, he wished he could say all the ways he did see her and notice her, but he didn’t know how. He knew having Umbridge around was not easy for anyone, but he hadn’t realized how tough it must’ve been on Y/N while he was trying to lift everyone else’s spirits with that toad around.

“That’s all I have to say. Go help George now.”

Y/N stood up and left Fred’s room. She probably was going to find her friends, Angelina and Alicia. It wasn’t until she shut the door that Fred spoke. “No, wait, don’t go!” She didn’t hear him though.

Fred dropped face down onto his bed. He must’ve been like that for too long because George burst into the room looking for him.

“Oi! Freddie! You were supposed to meet me at the Honeydukes passageway 15 minutes ago! I couldn’t sneak all that contraband in by myself!”

Fred just groaned in response.

“What’s up with you, mate?” George asked.

“Y/N was in here.”

“Don’t you, oh, I don’t know, like her? So her being in here is a good thing?”

“It is. I love her, you know that Georgie.”

“I do know that. I just like to think I’m the only one you love,” George snickered.

“Well, she feels as though I haven’t been paying attention to her. Which now that I think about it, I haven’t. But when I’m with her, there are just all these amazing little things about her.” Fred threw his hands over his face.

“There are little things about Y/N other than just her being Y/N?” George asked in a stupid sarcastic manner.

“Of course there are you, git!” Fred threw a pillow at George.

“Mhmmm, I’m not sure.” George rubbed his chin. “She’s been one of our best friends since childhood. I can’t look at her without thinking about her running around the Burrow with a gnome biting her finger.”

 George’s memory made Fred laugh at the image now in his head.

“You’re blind then. Have you ever noticed how she brushes her hair out of her E/C eyes or the way she blushes when she drinks red wine. Then there’s the way that she smiles whenever she tries to bend the truth. That’s why we never let her make up the lies. She definitely doesn’t think I notice all of those muggle songs she sings underneath her breath and how she tears up whenever we all hide in the Astronomy Tower and watch the sunset. Of course there’s that super cute way at parties when she dances just like she’s the only one in the room. She doesn’t think I see all those beautiful things, but I do.”

“Why don’t you tell her that? Doesn’t seem that hard. It’s not like it’s when you were first trying to ask her out. You’ve already been dating for 3 years,” George pointed out.

“But I already blew her off today and told her I had to help you.”

“You idiot, go find her. I’ll get Lee to help me. He doesn’t have a girlfriend and obviously isn’t doing anything.”

“You sure? I told you I’d help you today,” Fred reminded him.

“Dude. I had to come find you after you left me hanging for 15 minutes. Go get your girl.”

 Fred didn’t need anything else. He bolted from the room and out to find his girlfriend. Unfortunately, it was a nice spring day, so students were all over the castle, inside and outside. Fred checked the courtyard, the library, the Great Hall, near Hagrid’s hut, everywhere. Where the heck were they? Where was she?

 “Angelina! That’s horrible!”

 Fred’s head ripped around towards the sound of Y/N’s voice. Her laugh was so angelic as she giggled at whatever Angelina was doing. That’s when he saw her. Sitting beneath a tree near Black Lake with her two best friends. They had their books, but obviously weren’t studying. She was smart enough though, Fred thought, she didn’t really need to study.

“Fred?” Y/N questioned when she saw him.

He must’ve been standing and staring for a good minute before she noticed him and he started to move towards her.

“I thought you were busy with George today?” Y/N asked as Fred sat next to her.

“He decided he could handle it by himself. What’s going on here?”

As Angelina and Alicia filled Fred in on what they had been talking about, Fred pulled Y/N in next to him. He sat with the conversation and let the other two go on a tangent before whispering into Y/N’s ear.

“You know, babe. I don’t know why I forgot to mention to you, but at that party last night you were looking drop-dead.”

He saw a small flush of pink on her cheeks as she tried to seem still interested in the conversation.

Fred continued, “If I’m being honest, it wasn’t even a contest. You were the center of attention.”

“Don’t you think so too Y/N?” Alicia asked suddenly.

“What? Oh– oh yeah!” She had no idea what she was agreeing too.

“But you know, I’m such a jokester that if I had to say every time you looked amazing, you’d think I was joking.”

Alicia and Angelina both broke out laughing, so Y/N quickly joined in with a flush still across her cheeks at Fred’s words. Fred chuckled too, but not with Angelina and Alicia. He chuckled because Y/N was so cute.

The conversation picked up again and so did Fred’s whispers. “I brag about you when I’m not around you and you don’t even know it. Every time you catch  me staring at you, I was probably just gushing about you, love. Honest.”

Y/N had felt herself getting more antsy the entire time. What could she even say back to this right now!

Angelina stopped Alicia in the middle of her sentence. She then looked over at the cozy Fred and Y/N.

“You seem quite uninterested in our conversation.”

 “I’m sorry, Ang. I can pay attention.”

Angelina and Alicia looked at Y/N with knowing eyes. They knew how distracted Fred had been and how hurt Y/N had been by it.

“No, you two go spend some time together,” Alicia chuckled. “Ang and I are just enough company with each other. Go,” she pushed.

“Why thank you ladies!” Fred smirked as he stood up and offered his hand to Y/N so that she could stand up. Fred took her hand and pulled her away to a different end of Black Lake.

“Okay, sit here. I’m going to be right back!” Fred told her.

“What? You’re leaving me here? We just got away!” Y/N was surprised but still laughing. She always was when it came to Fred.

“Just trust me, okay?” Fred asked gently.

“Okay…But you better come back!”

“I will, love. I couldn’t just leave your beautiful self here!” He leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.

Fred rushed up to the castle and in through the doors of the Great Hall. He was on a mission for something spontaneous.

He made his way to the entrance of the kitchens and tickled the pear that opened the portrait.

“Hello Hogwarts elves! It’s your favorite Weasley!”

All of the little house elves rushed forward.

“Hello! Master Weasley! How can we help you! Can we get some food for you? What would you like?” The questions were being flown at him and the food was already being prepared.

“I could use some food, but not the usual for Georgie and I! I need a picnic basket and a romantic meal. I’m doing something romantic for my girlfriend and need the best!”

The elves all gave a little squeal of excitement and starting chattering. Dobby walked up to Fred and started speaking in his high voice.

“Mister Fred is a very sweet boyfriend for Miss Y/N. She’s a very nice girl Dobby thinks.”

“Thank you Dobby! She’s the best girl!” the red head grinned, throwing a wink at the elf.

“Here you go, Mister Weasley!” another elf piped up, handing a basket to Fred.

“Thank you very much, tiny elves! As always, it is much appreciated!” Fred waved as he rushed back to the portrait.

Emerging back onto the grounds, Fred looked to the spot where he left Y/N. She sat there, obviously in a day dream. She was sprawled out on the grass, looking at the sky and playing with a flower in her hand.

But, Fred’s footsteps must’ve made some noise because she sat up on her elbows as he made his way over to her.

“I was starting to think you’d left me out here to go help George or something,” she laughed.

He knew she was joking, but her words did feel like a stab for a moment. He forgot that she was feeling unattended to at the moment.

“I could never just leave you hanging like that. And I come bearing gifts!” He was pushing through. He was making this all up to her.

“Whatcha got there stud?” she giggled.

“I brought food. In a picnic basket!” 

“All of this for me?” she threw up her hands in the air as Fred sat down next to her and pulled him close to peck his lips. “How sweet of you!”

“What can I say, the house elves really out did themselves this time! It’s a surprise opening!”

“They really love you down there,” Y/N chuckled as she opened the basket to pull out plates and forks. “They put everything in here!”

“You should have seen them when I told them it was for you. They got all excited and went right to work,” Fred laughed loudly as he pulled out and started to serve food. “I even watched one of my favorite elves put some red wine in there.”

The house elves really out did themselves this time. They put in a tart for dessert. The main meal was a pot pie with broccoli, rolls, and fruit. 

“I’m so full that I could burst!” Y/N stretched out and laid on the grass. “Ohhh! Freddie! Look at the stars! They’re so beautiful!”

Fred smiled widely as he looked over at her before laying down beside her.

“I think I can find something more beautiful,” Fred egged.

Y/N turned to him, a grin large on her face. Her E/C eyes sparkled in the moonlight and Fred was so glad that George convinced him to play hooky today.

“You’re more beautiful than any stars,” Fred said softly.

“Oh shush. There are millions of stars up there and they’ve been burning for years!” Y/N explained.

“I don’t think I will ever understand why you know so much muggle science.”

“It’s interesting! That’s why!” Y/N playfully hit him as she turned on her side.

 “Do you want any more wine, love?” Fred sat up, getting the bottle.

“Yes please! That house elf threw in my favorite,” Y/N smiled, handing him her glass. She really couldn’t stop smiling.

Fred poured a proper amount into the glass. Finally, he was doing what his mother had been teaching him all these years. 

“Y/N/N?” 

“Yes, Freddie?” Y/N giggled, taking a sip. He watched as her cheeks turned slightly pinker while she sipped.

“I’m sorry that I’ve not given you the proper attention for the last few months.”

“It’s okay. I overreacted. You are doing so well and I am so proud of you! You know that right, so proud. I still love all of this though,” she giggled as she motioned over to the leftovers of the picnic.

“You’re blushing,” Fred said softly. He didn’t mean to change the subject. He just couldn’t stop thinking about all those little things. 

“Merlin! It’s this wine. It always does this to me!”

“Each time your H/C hair gets in your E/C eyes, you push it away in this very specific way. You blush every time you drink red wine, you blush. It doesn’t happen with white wine, just red wine. I’ve realized after all these years that you always smile when you try to bend the truth, so you never are the one who can cover for us during a prank. It doesn’t even matter if you were the mastermind. I’ve also noticed all the songs you sing underneath your breath and the fact that you still tear up at the sunset over Black Lake.”

“Freddie? Why are you saying all these things?” 

“Wait, wait. My favorite is definitely how you always dance like you’re the only one in the room. We could have been studying, but if your favorite song comes on, you’re always up dancing. It doesn’t matter who else is there. It’s just you in your own little world. It’s perfect.”

Fred watched as Y/N’s eyes began to water, but she was still smiling and doing that lip biting thing that drove him crazy.

“I see all those things and I keep on falling for you every night, over and over again. It’s all my fault that I don’t remind you every day of your life. You’re perfect to me.”

“I love you, Fred.”

“I love you so, so much, Y/N. So much.” Fred felt the need to whisper so that his words were only for her.

 Fred sat there, feeling content, Y/N’s hand in his own.

“I’m really happy right now,” Y/N said, breaking the silence.

“Let’s do something crazy,” Fred said suddenly. 

“Crazy?”

“Out of this world. No one would see it coming, but it’s just right.”

“What are you talking about Fred? You’re talking nonsense,” Y/N laughed, sitting up to look at the boy straight on.

“We’re almost done at Hogwarts.”

“Yes? Good observation there!”

“We should get married,” Fred said bluntly.

“Married?! Fred, we’re so young. We haven’t even graduated yet!” Y/N blurted.

“We will be soon. George and I’s business is doing well. We have enough money to start a shop, I can get you a ring! We’ll do everything right!”

“That’s crazy!” Y/N couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking.

“That’s the point! It’s spontaneous. It’s what our whole relationship has been! It’s perfect!” Fred argued.

They weren’t fighting, but they weren’t having a calm conversation. Fred’s heart was pounding and Y/N’s head was spinning.

“Think about it. I could get you a ring. We can tell everyone over Easter Break. You’re still coming to my house for Easter Break right?”

“Fred. Slow down. Do you hear yourself? What would our parents say?”

“My mother would expect something like this of me. Plus, she loves you. Always says you are the best thing that could happen to me,” Fred shrugged. “I think it’s a great idea.”

“Of course you do, you’re the crazy one that is suggesting this. Do I have to remind you? We are seventeen?”

“I do know that. Look at you being the smart one. We are seventeen, which means we’re of age and old enough to apparate, so in my opinion, that means we’re old enough to get married! We’re adults,” Fred didn’t even stop to think.

As crazy as this was, Fred knew that it was what he wanted. It’s what he’s wanted for a long time even if he didn’t know it until he said it.

 “Obviously if you don’t want to do it, but I will still be buying a ring. I do have the money for it.”

 Fred watched Y/N’s thinking face form. Her brow creased, her lips were puckered, and her nose was scrunched. It was precious. It only appeared when she was making important decisions. Her studying face was different.

“Okay,” Y/N said finally.

“What?’ Fred wasn’t sure if he heard his ears correctly.

“I said okay. Let’s do it. Let’s be crazy. We already are pretty crazy, but let’s top every other bit of crazy.”

“Really?” Fred still wasn’t sure. She didn’t normally go along with his wilder ideas.

“Do you want me to change my mind?” Y/N chuckled.

“No! Not at all. We’re getting married. We’re getting…married.” Fred was repeating.

 “You still have to ask me when you get a ring though.”

“Of course I will! I would propose to you a million times.” Fred jumped up to one knee.

“You don’t need to propose now, love. Let’s wait until you have that ring you keep talking about,” she winked.

“I love you,” Fred breathed out.

“I love you too, Freddie. We’re going to be crazy together!” Y/N squealed.

Fred couldn’t stop smiling. He picked Y/N up off the grass and brought her into his arms.

“You’re a goon, you know that?” Y/N whispered.

“I’m your goon though!” He laughed as he placed his lips on her. It was pure bliss.

“We’re getting married,” Y/N spoke when she pulled away. 

“We’re getting married.” Fred agreed.

“One condition. Don’t tell anyone until we get truly engaged. Not even George. Can you do that?”

“It’s our secret!” Fred crossed his heart to show his promise.

_______________________________________________________________________

 Three months had passed and Fred was packing his bags for the Burrow. All the Weasleys were going to be there in addition to Harry and Hermione, and of course, Y/N.

 He had ordered Y/N’s ring through owl service a month earlier. He was all secret about getting the catalogue and ordering it. He wanted it to be a surprise. She only wore it sometimes because they hadn’t told too many people. They wanted the families to know first.

George did know however. Fred spilled it nearly 3 days after the couple had decided. When Fred broke the news to Y/N that George knew, George had already made enough hints that Y/N knew that George knew. She figured he would be the first to find out.

“Hey love, you almost ready?” Y/N bounded into the boys’ room without knocking. It had become a habit of hers. She was not afraid of seeing anything.

“I am. Just a few more things for the week.”

“Go get them and I’ll finish with your bag!” Y/N moved over to the bed and picked up Fred’s clothes to place in the bag.

“That’s a shiny rock you got there,” Fred smirked when he caught a look at her finger.

 “Isn’t it pretty?” Y/N beamed. She was so excited about this even though she was so unsure when he had first asked.

“I think your fiancé has pretty good taste if I do say so myself…”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the comment before responding with a sarcastic one of her own. “I think so, but I’m not sure if he picked it out or if his brother did,” she winked.

Fred was soon packed and the group piled as many people as possible into a train car. Y/N put her ring away again, but it was nearby for their arrival. 

When the whole crew arrived at the Burrow, everyone rushed inside. Mrs. Weasley was so excited to have everyone home. She hated having the empty house. Even Charlie and Bill made their way there. Percy didn’t, but that was something the family didn’t talk about.

Y/N and Fred stood outside the door. Fred took Y/N’s hand into his own and squeezed it lightly. “Are you ready for this, love?” 

“I’m more excited to be your wife eventually, but telling the family is a close second.” Y/N took her hand back from Fred’s for just a moment to pull the engagement ring out of her pocket and slip it onto her finger. Fred took her left hand back the moment she was done.

“What is taking you two so long?” Ron called, coming up to the door. “Mum refuses to serve dinner until everyone is at the table and I’m starving!”

“Ready?” Fred asked.

“As I’ll ever be!” Y/N beamed.

The moment they walked in the door, Mrs. Weasley was on the couple.

“Ohhh! Y/N! I’m so happy you’re here! You do not visit us enough!” Mrs. Weasley wrapped the girl in a big hug.

 “It’s not like I’m your son and am coming home for the first time in months too.” Fred rolled his eyes.

“Of course I’m happy to see you too, Fred, but you keep this girl too far from us. We must see her more often.”

“Mum, you have other guests too, not just Y/N.”

“Oh, pish posh. Now, come in your two! Dinner is ready.”

Fred pulled out the chair for Y/N so she could sit next to him. He was truly surprised that no one had noticed the ring yet.

“Now, everyone fill me in on the last few months,” Mr. Weasley stated as everyone began putting food on their plates.

“School is boring. Umbridge is a toad. Nothing totally new.” Ron droned as Harry nodded in agreement.

“Oi, I think Fred and Y/N should go next,” George piped up when Ginny opened her mouth to speak. She immediately shut it.

“What has been new with the two of you?” Mrs. Weasley asked, extremely interested. She was finally sitting down with the rest of them.

“Well, we sort of have an announcement,” Y/N started, glaring at George for bringing it up already. “Fred? Do you want to finish?” Y/N pleaded. She had no idea what she wanted to say and Fred could tell. He didn’t quite know what he was going to say, but he would figure it out.

“We do. Thank you Georgie for that grand introduction. If everyone would just let me finish and not interrupt, this will go smoothly.”

Fred looked around to make sure that everyone nodded in agreement. 

“A few months ago, we decided to do something crazy. It was my idea, the craziest ones usually are, but I decided to marry Y/N and she concurred!”

Y/N bashfully smiled as she lifted her left hand to show off the ring. There were quiet gasps mixed in with the overwhelming silence. Y/N broke the silence effectively.

“We know we’re young. At least I know we’re young,” she giggled, “but, we don’t have to get married now or anytime soon–”

“Hopefully sooner than later,” Fred interrupted. 

“Frrred,” Y/N emphasized, “just thought this was a good idea and I’m apparently crazy enough to happily go along with it!”

“It’s a great idea!” Fred broke in. “What does everyone think?” he asked.

“You mean that you two are engaged?” Ron’s mouth was hung open.

 “You’ve been engaged for over a month?” Charlie followed.

 “How didn’t we know?!” Ginny squealed. At least she was smiling.

“You’re still in school though. Where will you live?” Hermione piped up. She seemed concerned.

“You mean…” Mrs. Weasley began. She was silent for a moment before she continued. Fred felt Y/N grab his hand quickly. She squeezed so hard that he knew she was nervous.

“Mum? Could you finish that thought?” Fred asked.

“Oh, sorry! You mean that Y/N is going to be my daughter? Oh! This is so fantastic!” she yelled. The blur that was Molly Weasley was out of her seat and descending on the couple quicker than anyone else could move.

“It’s good to see who Mum’s favorite child is, even though she didn’t even give birth to Y/N,” George mumbled. Everyone laughed and followed Molly in congratulating the couple.

Easter Break was going to be a great one. Fred could now tell the world he was engaged to the most perfect girl in the world. He got excited when Arthur pulled out the red wine. He’d just to see that cute way that Y/N blushed when she drank it. He noticed it. And now that they were going to get married, he would get to notice even more little things about her.

Looking around at his family and the girl he loved, this moment would be ingrained in his mind forever. It was perfect. He glanced over at her hugging each person in the room and caught her eye. When she smiled, her E/C eyes twinkled. Fred melted inside. That was one more thing to add to the list of the little things about her. Her in all her perfection.

[one-paper-bag]

I did a drawing of Projection from @perfectstevenau

It’s pretty small, I might draw Perfect in the future idk

[nostalgiearts]

yes you can sketch

[joyfulhopelox]

I would love a curroption kink with Yoongi 🥺🥺. I see him like a very wise and mature man, how would he act with someone innocent? Maybe a very shy reader,like that she blush easily and that maybe sex kinda scare her? Because she doesn't know much about and Yoongi loves it and helps her and teach her? Maybe a little bit younger than him but with very less experience in man body and sex because she feel shy. I hope you take my request. Thank you

thank you for requesting <3 it's all ready and waiting for you here! I loved writing this it was a challenge and i hope i managed to hit it!

[puppykatmoon]

❤I made anouther Animation and I think im doing better at moveing more then one thing at a time! I know its short and probably nothing to anyone else but I like it. Anyway i neame this one Crest? I geuss I hope you like it?🌸

[lanavoyage-blog]

I created this playlist for the travelers out there who need a playlist. This playlist has different type of music in it I hope you like it. 

[antqsdxti]

Bia fics?

Ok, so I published this on wattpad over a month ago, but i wanted to also put it on here as well so here goes nothing i guess.  MAJOR S2 SPOILERS ARE AHEAD

“What do you want, Bia?” Manuel said, bursting into the fundom bathroom. “At least you answered me this time Manuel. You haven’t answered a single one of my calls or texts, what is wrong with you,?” Bia yelled. “I don’t need to, I’m not your boyfriend anymore,” Manuel scoffed. “Manuel what the actual fuck is wrong with you, why are you doing this to yourself?” Bia screamed. “First off, keep your voice down, secondly, I’m sick of the lies, I’m SICK of them,” Manuel fumed. “What lies Manuel? It doesn't even involve you, it’s my sister not yours. Why should you care Manuel, why?” Bia questioned. “You don’t understand Bia, you never will,” Manuel groaned in frustration. Bia moved an inch closer to Manuel, “I am always going to be here for you Manuel, no matter whether we’re dating or not, I’ll always be there for you,” Bia said calmly. “That’s the thing Bia, you weren’t. You weren’t there for me when I found out that Antonio was...my father,” Manuel said with a pause. “You offered your condolences and told me everything is going to be alright. But it isn’t Bia, it isn’t. Nothing’s alright, I feel like I don’t belong here anymore, not even the person who I stayed in Buenos Aires for even cares about me,” Manuel sighed. 

Bia felt like someone had just slapped her across the face. She couldn’t believe what he had just said. “I’m not there for you? Manuel please, don’t play this game with me. I know you just as well you know yourself. I get that it takes time to process this stuff but you’ll be fine in the end,” Bia said, trying to calm him down. “See Bia? You don’t get it. You’re saying that everything will be okay but it’s not, you know what? There’s no point in talking to you,” Manuel choked. As he was leaving a Bia grabbed him and pulled him towards her and pulled him into a hug. She didn't want to let him go ever. She couldn’t handle it anymore the tears fell down her face and her breathing became unsteady. She screwed up, she had screwed up really bad. Manuel was right, she hadn’t been there for him, she was only worried about her family, not others. She couldn’t handle it anymore as she started bawling into Manuel’s chest feeling his heartbeat. The fact that Helena was alive and that everything was a lie. That Lucas was driving and Helena was innocent. All of the hate towards her family, it wasn’t even true all of it was a lie. Her family had been torn down for nothing. She couldn’t handle it anymore. Manuel couldn’t bear to see Bia like this. After everything she was his world. Through everything she was always there for him. “Why did I say that?” Manuel thought. “Now this is all of my fault”. 

Manuel felt the pain that Bia did. After all she was a Urquiza and he was a Gutiérrez . Manuel pulled her closer and didn’t let her go. They were both broken and there was no denying it. Manuel lifted her head so that they were both staring at each other with tears in their eyes. Bia smashed her lips against Manuel’s not wanting to let go of him. All of sudden Bia was pinned against the wall, both of them kissing each other very passionately as Bia legs locked around Manuel’s body. Bia didn’t want to let go of him. She couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t want to deal with it anymore. She just wished her life was normal like any other teenager. She wished that she didn’t have to hide her relationships or cry herself to sleep every night because she knew that Helena was never going to come back. Tears both running from their eyes as their tongues collided, battling for dominance. Their lips collided again as Bia’s arms went around Manuel’s neck and his going on her shoulders. Manuel couldn’t deal with it anymore. The lies, the drama, it was too much for him. Why did everything have to happen to him and Bia. The idea of running away was sounding great in Manuel’s mind. 

The kiss got deeper by the second as Manuel’s lips traveled to Bia’s neck kissing and sucking all of her sensitive spots. Bia gasped for air, melting at his touch as tears traveled down her face uncontrollably. Their lips met each other with so much force, a moan escaped both of their mouths. Then Bia’s mind flashed back into real time. She broke the kiss as she wiped the tears off her face. “Manuel I have a rehearsal with Chiara and Celeste, I have to go now,” She said silently as she walked out of the bathroom. “Bia wait-” Manuel said as he grabbed her hand. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Manuel asked. Bia felt the tears flow down her cheeks, “What is there to talk about Manuel, I screwed up again. I didn’t care about your feelings, I was too worried about mine,” Bia cried. “I can’t do this anymore,”. “Bia stop putting yourself down I hate to see you like this. This is all my fault don’t do this to yourself Bia. I’m so sorry I just feel like everything is falling out of place, first Antonio is apparently my father, second it was Lucas who was driving not Helena,” Manuel stated softly. Bia choked on her tears when he mentioned Helena. Manuel pulled her into a hug knowing that she wasn’t going to be alright. 

Both of them remained there for a while when Bia sat down against the wall and tilted her head up and looked at the ceiling and asked Manuel, “Do you ever think about how your life would be without all of this drama?”. Manuel sat down next to her and looked at the ceiling too and then said, “Everyday. Everyday I wish that I had a regular family and that I wasn’t the person I am,”. Bia sat up and asked him, “That last part, why do you wish you weren’t who you are?”. Manuel smiled at her, “It has nothing to do with you. I just wonder how it would be if I didn’t get kicked out of my own family’s home or if I didn’t act like an idiot with Alex,”. Bia nodded at that. “What about you?” Manuel questioned as he wiped the tears from her face. “I always wondered what it would be like if Helena were alive and were with me. Would we still have a good relationship? Would she still be in Moondust? Would we share all of our secrets?” Bia said quietly. “But the fact that she might be alive and not even tell me and my family who have suffered so much because of this burns me. If Helena were to be alive and came to me, I would be thrilled but also angry. I’d be angry because I suffered so much due to her death. I got bullied for my sister being a so called “murder” and I used to cry myself to sleep because I was so ashamed of myself for something my sister didn’t even do,”

Manuel took her hand in his and squeezed it, “Bia, a single piece of what those people said to you isn’t true and it never will be. I will not let someone hurt my girlfriend like that ever,” Manuel said, giving her hope. Bia sighed at this and rested her head on Manuel’s shoulder as Manuel slid his arm around her. They both remained quiet for a while knowing the burden that had recently happened in their lives. Bia slowly started to drift off against Manuel’s shoulder as she was so tired from researching about Helena all through the night. Manuel smiled at this and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry Bia, I’m so sorry,” Manuel whispered. Bia got chills from this. “Just hold me close and nothing else matters,” Bia muttered. Both of them couldn’t live without each other. Each moment, each second they shared were worth diamonds in their eyes. No one had been able to set them apart and it was going to stay like that. Bia jolted up an idea striking her, “Manuel do you wanna run away with me?”. Manuel sat up straight looking into her eyes, “I would actually love to do that,” Manuel said seriously.

[malzzart]

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