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Wow...

I’ve been super inactive, I’m so sorry

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may 2019 bring you your “i’m doing better than i ever was” moment

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Requests are open!

Hi, guys! I know it has been a hot minute since I’ve posted... since like May... hahaha... But it’s winter break for me and my work is closing for the year after tomorrow so I’ll have more time to write. I’d like to finish what I have now first but feel free to send requests in regardless.

I write for Harry Potter, Avengers (I’ve yet to do one so some might be shaky), and Newsies (same goes here). I do ships and imagines, sometimes preferences. If you’re interested, go check out these two links: Requirements and my Ask Box

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Hi there if you do sad ish fluff I’m rly sad rn and I need some soft and sad jack jelly? Bye bye!

Heck yes! I’m finally on break so after this weekend I’ll have a lot of time to write.

If you have anything specific you’d like; feel free to DM me!

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This was too cute not to share!

Assistant Auror - Theseus Scamander X Reader

WARNINGS: UNWANTED ADVANCES, PRORECTIVE THESEUS Request: @barikawho Can you do a Theseus Scamander imagine that the reader is an auror and works with theasus as an assistant (inferior to him) and they both like eachother and one day he gets protective or jealous and in the end they admit their feelings. Thank you! Ever since your fifth year at Hogwarts, you’d known you wanted to be an Auror. You’d studied, trained, and pretty much dedicated all your free time to preparing for what you knew would be the most grueling job interview ever. Luckily, your hard work paid off, and you’d far surpassed the rest of your fellow trainees, earning the title you craved so badly. However, what you hadn’t expected was to be placed as an assistant to one of the head Aurors. As muggles would put it, you were about as equal as a rookie cop. You were still grateful you’d made it this far, and it wasn’t like you were the only trainee to be placed as an assistant. Besdies, you knew you could work your way up to a more favorable position. However, this was the last thing on your mind at the moment, you were more worried on making a good impression on your new boss. As a house elf led you through the Misnistry, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. This feeling only intensified when the house elf declared you had reached the door to your boss’ office. The house elf opened the door and ushered you inside, “Mr. Scamander should be back soon,” it said in a rough voice. “Thank you,” you said to the house elf, all you got in response was a groan as he walked off. Your eyes wondered about the office, it was truly stunning. The walls were lined with book shelves, the soft blue wallpaper nearly being covered up. On the back wall were two large windows which looked out over the city. In the center, there was beautiful mahogany desk, with two arm chairs placed in front of it, as well as a larger arm chair behind it, one which presumably belonged to your boss. The office was pristine and organized, there wasn’t a single thing out of place. On the desk sat a name plate which read “Theseus Scamander.” Beside the name plate was a picture encased in a frame. You couldn’t help but pick it up and examine it. The moving picture showed two boys, they resembled each other, causing you to infer they were related. The younger boy seemed timid and shy, his eyes darted back and forth between the camera and the ground. The older boy had a proud smile on his face, his posture seemingly perfect, he had his arm wrapped around the younger boy. You gently set the photo back in it’s place, making sure it looked as though nothing has been disturbed. Not even a moment later you heard a voice. “You must be Y/N Y/L/N” it said. You looked up to see a man about your age, you instantly recognized him as the older boy in the photo. “Yes, It’s lovely to meet you Mr. Scamander,” you said, walking to meet him in the middle of the room, shaking his hand. “Please, call me Theseus,” he said sweetly, smiling down at you, he was quite tall, and charming to say the least. A moment of silence followed, however Theseus still had a hold of your hand, the smile never leaving his face. You grew a but flustered which he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said, becoming flustered himself, “I- um, would you like to sit down?” You nodded and took a seat in one of the arm chairs in front of his desk, and Theseus took the seat behind the desk. “I read over your file,” he said, pulling a small folder out of a drawer, “I have to say I’m extremely impressed. Head girl of your year at Hogwarts, excelling in both charms and defense of the dark arts. You far surpassed the rest of the trainees… I have to say, you remind me a bit of myself.” He said the last part with a chuckle. You felt your cheeks heat up, blushing as he complimented you. “Thank you,” was all you said. “I think we’ll work well together,” he concluded, that same charming smile still gracing his lips. Over the next few months you and Theseus had grown very close. Theseus quickly went from just your boss, to your best friend who also happened to be your boss. You learned many things about Theseus, like once he was comfortable with someone, he became quite the hugger. You also learned about his love for magical beasts, something he had in common with his brother. He also confided in you about more intimate things, like how he worried about his brother Newt, and how he missed spending time with him. Flirty banter wasn’t uncommon between the two of you, but you never thought much of it, even though secretly you hoped it meant more than that. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t developed a crush, but you refrained from telling him, knowing if you got rejected it would be extremely awkward working together afterwards. However, you were currently hoping to impress him with some new evidence you’d gathered on the Grindelwald case. Even though it was late and most everyone had gone home, you knew Theseus would still be working. You hurried through the Ministry, excited to show Theseus what you found when you accidently bumped into someone. “I’m so sorry,” you said immediately. “It’s okay sweetheart, you can make up for it by letting me take you out on a date.” You rolled your eyes, not even having to look at the person to know who it is. “As I’ve told you before, Lawrence, I’m not intrested.” Lawrence was another head Auror who had taken a liking to you, ever since your first week at the Ministry he’d been trying to get a date with you, you even considered it one time just to get him to shut up, but decided against it. You hurried past Lawrence, but he quickly caught up with you. He placed himself in front of you, making it impossible to go around him, and there wasn’t anyone around to help you out of the situation. “Come on darling, just one date won’t hurt, we can go to a nice restaurant, have a few drinks, and maybe if you’re lucky we could go back to my place afterwards.” “‘Lucky’ isn’t exactly the word I’d use in that scenario.” “See that’s what I like about you, you’re funny, you really keep me on my toes.” “Seriously, Lawrence,” you said firmly, “I’m not interested.” Before Lawrence could throw another flirty comment your way, another voice spoke up. “Is there a problem?” You let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Theseus’s voice. Theseus of course knew about your struggles with Lawrence, and as much as he hated it, you made him promise to stay out of it, claiming you could handle it, regardless, you were happy he was here. Theseus moved quickly beside you. “No problem,” Lawrence said, “We were just deciding a time for our date tomorrow, weren’t we Y/N?” You scoffed, “How dense are you? I told you before-” “She’s not interested,” Theseus finished, stepping in front of you, blocking Lawrence from even looking at you. “Now I seriously suggest you walk away.” Lawrence laughed, “At least I have the balls to ask her out, instead of pining over her like a lovesick puppy. Come on darling, let’s just get out of here.” Lawrence tried to move around Theseus to get to you, but Theseus stood his ground, swiftly pulling out his wand and pressing the tip of it right under Lawrence’s chin. He was lucky no one but you was around to witness this. “Theseus, don’t!” You tried to warn, but he ignored you. “If you ever touch her, talk to her, or even look at her the wrong way again, there will be consequences, do you understand me?” Lawrence nodded, however he tried his best to keep up his “cool guy” facade. With that, Theseus put slipped wand back into his coat and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to his office. Theseus slammed his door shut once you were inside, he was still boiling over with anger, mumbling curses under his breath. “Theseus what the hell were you thinking? You realize he can report you for threatening him like that!” “I don’t care! I love you too much to let that disgusting git harass you like that everyday, and if he ever does that to you again I’ll do much more than just threaten him, that’s for sure!” Your brain barely processed the rest of the statement, still stuck on the words “I love you.” “What did you say?” You asked, your voice soft. Theseus’s heart sunk, realizing what he’d just admitted to you. He was terrified of what you’d say next, that you’d reject him. “Forget it,” he said, packing up his briefcase, “you can go home now, I’m done for the night anyway.” He started walking away, and without thinking you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. He kept his head low and refused to face you. “Did you mean it?” You asked. No reply. “Theseus, did you mean it?” Though he wasn’t facing you, you could still see him nod him head yes. Your heart practically soared. “Then you know you’re gonna have to turn around to kiss me right?” Theseus’s head perked up and he quickly turned around to face you, “Does that mean you-” “Feel the same way?” You finished for him, “Without a doubt.” Theseus’s signature charming smile spread across his lips, “Good, because that would have been an extremely awkward day at work tomorrow.” Without hesitation, Theseus leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, taking you by surprise. Butterflies instantly filled your stomach as you subconsciously lifted yourself to stand on the tips of your toes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer. It was everything you’d hoped it’d be.

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Spotlight time!

A Walk in the Park

Just love Davey, what can I say? I’ll try and branch out to new characters soon guys, but I hope you guys like this slightly self-indulgent fic for now ;)

Davey x reader pairing. No warnings.

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“Y/N! Come downstairs at once, Mr. Inglesworth is at the door!”

You sighed, regretful setting aside your book and accepting your gloves and hat from the maid. Your mother clucked over you, brushing at your dress and worrying that your hair was not tidy enough. You dutifully followed her downstairs where Mr. John Inglesworth was waiting. He had been attempting to court you for several months – attempting because you wanted nothing to do with him. Certainly he was rich, handsome, everything you were supposed to be looking for in a husband, but you just didn’t like him. He had been nothing but courteous to you, but it was just a feeling you had, the way he’d phrase his remarks that had you reluctant to spend time in his company. He was also rather arrogant which did not help.

Your parents, however, were absolutely enamored with him and insisted on pushing you together at every opportunity. Thus today’s outing for a stroll around Central Park.

“Miss Y/L/N, what a delight it is to see you. And if I may say you are looking particularly radiant today.” You smiled wanly as he bowed over your hand and placed a kiss upon it. Your skin tingled with annoyance and you quickly pulled on your gloves to resist the childish urge so scrub the back of your hand.

With a last goodbye to your mother you took hold of Mr. Inglesworths’ outstretched arm and he swept you out the door. Your residence overlooked Central Park, the close proximity being the reason you had insisted the outing take place there. You figured you could stroll for a little while, and if Mr. Inglesworth persisted in being irritating you could plead a headache and be done with him quickly. He began with his usual chatter, talking about only topics that interested him and bored you to tears, until he briefly mentioned, “I heard tell of a female reporter writing for The Sun. And not just the social pages, but front page stories! It’s a disgrace it is.”

You gritted your teeth in annoyance – that headache might not end up being fake after all.

“I think it’s wonderful,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

“Oh you females would naturally want to stick by one another but surely a woman of your status cannot possibly condone that sort of behavior.” He didn’t seem to actually expect a response to this, which was good because you had been about to say something very rude. You decide the best way to survive this outing would be to say as little as possible – not difficult with the amount of blather coming from Mr. Inglesworth. Just when you thought if you had to hear him speak one more word you would scream, an interruption blissfully came your way.

“Care to buy a pape, sir? Ma’am?” The question came from a nearby newsboy – though boy probably wasn’t the right word as he was a least the same age as you, if not slightly older. He was also rather nicely dressed for a newsie, and cleaner than most of the poor boys you saw running around hawking the headlines. Mr. Inglesworth didn’t seem to notice any of this though and merely snarled, “Not from the likes of you, you street urchin.”

Mr. Inglesworth began pulling you rather roughly away, as though being in proximity to someone from the working class would prove dangerous. The newsboy’s face became carefully blank, but you could see the anger behind his eyes. You dug in your heels and stated loudly, “Actually Mr. Inglesworth I would care for a paper. Please be so kind as to wait a moment while I purchase one.”

Mr. Inglesworth frowned, but stiffly said, “Very well.”

You turned to the newsie who now had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and asked, “Any good stories today?”

“Yes ma’am, there was quite the fire down at the docks last night, and there’s also an editorial on Roosevelt’s recent bill proposal.” He was educated too, it seemed.

“What’s your opinion on Roosevelt?” You asked this just to annoy Mr. Inglesworth – he detested Roosevelt, and you suspected this newsie would be in favor of him due to the recent strike.

“Oh he’s a brilliant man. I actually met him when he put his support behind the newsboy strike.”

You raised your eyebrows, impressed – if he had met Roosevelt that meant he was one of the leaders of the strike. You started to ask him more about it when Mr. Inglesworth gave a loud, aggravated sigh and said, “Miss Y/L/N I believe we should continue on – don’t want to deny this chap time to sell his newspapers” and gave a very insincere smile.

Annoyance flared up in you again, however this time you were forced to acknowledge that in this one instance Mr. Inglesworth might be right. You didn’t want to hurt the young man’s chances of selling all his papers. So you bid the newsie farewell with a smile, tucked your newspaper under your arm, and continued on with Mr. Inglesworth.

Spirits buoyed by having you to himself again, Mr. Inglesworth continued with his relentless chatter, and you tuned him out by thinking about the handsome newsie with the strong cheekbones and soft hands. You tuned him out so completely, however, that you were caught completely off-guard when Mr. Inglesworth began sprouting off nonsense about how beautiful you were, how wonderful life would be as his wife, and promptly got down on one knee and asked you to marry him – in a public place!

“Do stand up,” you hissed, cheeks turning red at the sight of people staring. He obliged you in this instance, but kept a firm grip on your hands.

“I know this is a bit unorthodox, but I have already asked your father for his blessing and he has granted it, so I thought it best to get on with things. I’m thinking a spring wedding, though I-“

“Mr. Inglesworth!” you burst out.

“John, please. I believe at this point we can dispense with formalities,” he chuckled in what you were sure he thought was an indulgent manner, but merely came across as condescending.

“Mr. Inglesworth,” you said in a firmer tone, “While I appreciate very much the offer of your hand I am afraid that I must decline. Please accept my sincerest regrets.”

He appeared stunned, “You…decline?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Given that it just happened, I assure you it is.”

“But it is not possible! I am a gentleman of as high a stature as you could hope to marry! Your father has already given his approval, you cannot-”

“I believe the lady said no,” a quiet voice interrupted. “And a gentleman would accept her word.”

You both turned to see the newsie from earlier standing there, looking determinedly at Mr. Inglesworth. He was clearly trying to keep the situation calm, but held his body stiffly as though he was preparing for a confrontation.

Mr. Inglesworth swelled, getting ready to shout and you quickly stepped in, “John, people are staring. If you make a scene this is likely to get into the gossip columns. Please just go.”

Your remark seemed to remind him where he was, and how poorly his image would suffer if the rest of New York’s high society got wind of this. Shouting at a woman would never be viewed positively, no matter what the circumstances. He shot you one more venomous look and strode quickly away.

“Are you all right miss?”

You sighed with relief, “Yes, now that he’s gone. Thank you for stepping in.”

“You had him pretty well handled; I just thought you could use a bit of moral support.” Now that you were alone he had become wonderfully relaxed and seemed almost an entirely different boy than the one moments before.

“Well thank you all the same, Mr…?”

“Jacobs. My name is David Jacobs, but you may call me Davey if you’re comfortable with the ‘informality’.” You grin broadened and you said,

“Very well, Davey. You may call me Y/N if you wish.”

“May I walk you home since your escort so unceremoniously abandoned you?” he bowed and offered his arm, making you laugh and gratefully accept it. You could not help but notice his arm was more well-muscled than Mr. Inglesworth’s had been. This walk in the park certainly had taken a turn for the better.

“So tell me, what was Roosevelt really like?”

“Oh he was just as brusque and loud as you read in the papes, really takes charge of a room. My friend Jack is normally so sure of himself but he nearly fell apart after shaking his hand, it was so funny…”

You continued on, listening in interest as he told you about the newsie strike and the rest of his newsie brothers, all too soon end up back at the doorstep to your family’s townhouse.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Davey. And thank you again.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Miss Y/N” Davey said as he bowed over your hand, placing a soft kiss on it and looked up at you with a slightly goofy smile which you returned.

“Will you be back in the park selling papers tomorrow?” you asked hopefully.

“Absolutely.”

You watched him walk away, you heart doing an extra little thump when he turned to look back at you as he walked down the street. Your hand still tingled when you turned to go inside, but this time it was a wonderful feeling.

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Newsies

Yo, I kind of want to write some stuff for Newsies. Any request?

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Could you please do a Fred/Reader one-shot, where reader accidentally spills her Amortenia potion on herself and everyone keeps saying "oh you smell like this and that " since it makes you smell what you love, but Fred approaches her and is like "what are you guys on about she smells the same as always" , i just need some fluff please asdfghjkl

Hell yes

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To celebrate that I’ve recently reached 3,500 followers, I decided to host my first writing challenge! I absolutely have no idea how I gained so many followers, but I’m happy you all decided to stick with me and follow my messy blog, reading and reviewing my fics, talking to me and being amazing. I hope many of you will participate in this challenge, because I’d love to read your amazing works!

Rules:

You don’t have to follow me (but it would be nice)

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Your fic must be minimum 700 words (no upper limit)

Please use read more link!

It can be a one shot or a series

It can be smut, fluff, angst, or all three. Your choice!

You can write for any character in the following fandoms: Marvel (MCU, netflix, or comics), Harry Potter, Star Wars, or Westworld. If you want to write for someone else, let me know and I’ll consider.

It doesn’t need to be an x reader fic. You can write for an OC or your favourite ships too, BUT no gross ships like incest or shipping an adult with a kid.

If you want to participate, send me an ask or a dm with one number and the character/ship you will writing for. Only one number per person. Once the prompt or au is gone it can be taken by someone else too, but only with a different character!

When you post the fic, tag me (if tumblr is acting up and you can’t tag me, send me the link via dm!)

Use the tag #bethswritingchallenge

Deadline for the challenge is 30th November! No rush. I want to you all have fun with this. If you write a multichapter fic, you only have to submit the first part before the deadline.

If you change your mind and you don’t want to participate or you just want to choose another promp or character, please send me a dm!

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hello, can i request a imagine for fred weasley where you're sneaking out with him for a cute date?(cringy i know) im an hufflepuff btw(dont know if it matters but) thank u love!

It's not cringy at all! I thought it was a cute idea!You can read it here: https://writefanficssometimes.tumblr.com/post/174254653765/fred-x-reader-a-muggle-giftA/N: Thank you for the request! This request was so cute. I hope you don’t mind, but for convenience, I made the reader a Gryffindor. I also kind of got inspired by ‘Now I Have Everything’ from Fiddler on the Roof. I really hope you enjoy!

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Fred X Reader- A Muggle Gift

hello, can I request a imagine for Fred Weasley where you're sneaking out with him for a cute date? (cringy I know) I'm a Hufflepuff btw(don't know if it matters but) thank u, love!

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A/N: Thank you for the request! This request was so cute. I hope you don’t mind, but for convenience, I made the reader a Gryffindor. I also kind of got inspired by ‘Now I Have Everything’ from Fiddler on the Roof. I really hope you enjoy!

Want to request something? Go HERE

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The commotion in the Common Room slowly began to calm as time ticked on. My potions essay still sat in front of me, unfinished. I'd tried multiple times to try and get it started, but every idea seemed to sputter out.

I sigh and flop back into the plush chair. It's just me, the Weasley twins, Lee Jordan, and a few first years, left at this point. The older boys catch my attention, especially the one in the middle, Fred. His body turned in my direction as the others face away. Our eyes meet for a minute, a common occurrence nowadays. I smile at him, and he does the same in return.

"Fred, she's your girlfriend, for Merlin's sake, you don't have to act like she doesn't know you like her." I let out a small snort. Lee rolls his eyes at the brotherly banter.

"He does have a point, Fred." He doesn't respond but instead pulls a piece of parchment off the table and scribbles something on it before folding it into an airplane. He winks in my direction and gives the paper plane a good toss. It glides its way on top of my unfinished essay. I pick it up and open it. Fred's familiar handwriting sprawled across it.

'Meet me back here at midnight. Oh, and bring a blanket.' I send him a confused look but turn the parchment around.

'Alright. Although I would like to know what we're doing.' I fold the paper back up and launch it towards him. He catches it and nonchalantly opens it. He looks at me, raises his eyebrows and shakes his head. I pack my parchment, quill, and ink back into my bag. I send Fred a final look and make my way up to my dorm.

The clock finally struck midnight. I grab the folded blanket and jacket sitting on my bed.  I make my way down the dormitory stairs to meet Fred. He's standing near the fireplace, his wand and a basket in hand. Sensing my presence, he turns.

"Ready, Love?" He saunters towards me and offers his arm to me. I take it.

"Are you going to tell me what we're doing?" We make our way towards the portrait. He pulls a folded piece of paper from the basket.

"Nope." He sends me a cheeky grin. He stops for a second and pulls out his wand. He straightens his shoulders. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He taps his wand against the parchment; writing and symbols appear across it. Fred looks down at me; he seems proud like he just did the most baffling spell in history. What a show-off.

We push past the portrait and make our way into the hall. It's dark and cold, but familiar. Fred and I have a habit of sneaking out for late night dates. He's never taken me to the same spot, something new every time. Last time went down to the greenhouse and played board games, simple but cute. Sometimes he gives me hints, like with the greenhouse, he drew leaves all over the note he left. Poorly I might add.

Fred pulls me behind a statue and puts his hand over my mouth. A set of footsteps echo through the stone hallway. The light of the wizard's wand casting shadows over the paintings. A figure in faded robes continues down the hall, Professor Lupin. I can feel Fred relax slightly seeing who it was. Lupin turns the corner and disappears. We wait a moment before peeking around the towering statue. We creep our way back into the hall and set off towards our destination. We both let out a small laugh at the thought of getting caught.

Fred and I exit through an arch and make our way towards a line of trees. Fred stops and turns to me.

"Stay here, don't peek." He brown eyes shine in the moonlight. I feel suspicious, just a little.

"Alright?" I turn my back to him and glance around.

A few minutes pass, and I feel arms wrap around my torso. Fred's large hands cover my eyes as he turns me around. He escorts me through a line of trees, the branches brushing against me. He stops and uncovers my eyes. My (e/c) eyes widen and light up.

"Oh, Fred! It's beautiful." I turn to him. He has a soft look on his face. His eyes shine, a smile on his face and a beautiful glow illuminates his face. Candles float and line a small portion of the shore of the black lake. A blanket lays on the ground a basket sits on top surrounded by food. Chocolate frogs, Apple and red currant tarts, caramel cobwebs, and other sweets lie on the blanket.

I wrap my arms around his frame. Afterward, I rush over to the display and plop down. I look over to Fred expectantly and pat the spot beside me. He takes his place.

"Do you like it, (Y/n)?" He's digging through the basket.

"Of course! You couldn't tell?" I pop a jelly skull into my mouth as I finish. He smiles and briefly looks back at me, before continuing to dig. "What're you looking for?" I scoot closer to him. He pulls the basket away from me.

"You'll see." He lets out a chuckle. I scoot even closer. He does the same as before. I poke at his sides; he sends a playful glare.

"Come on, Fred, tell me," I whine and tug on his sleeve. I playfully cross my arms and move to the other side of the blanket. Rustling sounds continue for a few moments.

"Found it!" I immediately turn around to peek at what he might have. He was too quick, whatever it was he'd stashed it away in his pocket. I gave up and returned to my previous spot beside the ginger. I pick up a piece of crystallized pineapple and signal for Fred to open his mouth. He laughs and complies. I launch and make it in.

"Yeah!" I do a mini fist pump. Fred lets out a hearty laugh. I stop and giggle. "So, how's your potions essay coming?" I pick at the thread of the blanket.

"Oh, it's sure coming." The sarcasm laces his voice. I look back at him and cock a brow.

"Have you even started?" No response. "Fred Weasley! It's a 5-foot essay! It's due Tuesday!" He smiles and shrugs. He moves closer and pulls me to his side.

"You know you love me, (Y/n)." I send him a side-eyed look. His smile made my frown dissolve.

"Yeah, I guess I do." I lean towards him and kiss him. I hear the rustle of clothes; I figure he's just moving closer. He takes my hands and slips something around my neck. We pull away. I feel the chain around my neck something round hung from it.

"What's this?" I hold the pendant in my hand; there's no middle. I gaze into Fred's eyes; confusion etched into my face. His eyes light up.

"It's a promise ring. They're a muggle thing." His smile widens.

"What does it mean?" I've never heard of one of these.

"Well, muggles give them to their significant others to show commitment. To say they love you," Fred begins to play with the silver ring. It's simple looking, just a silver band. "Look at the inside." Engraved around the ring was the phrase 'I know what everything's for.' Fred slipped a similar ring off of his right hand. He offered it to me, I took it, and read the engraving. 'Besides having everything.'

"Is this from that one muggle show we watched? Oh, what was it?" There was a beat.

"Fiddler on the Roof," He beat me to it. "I remembered how much you liked it and that you teared up during that scene." He took the ring back and put it on. I take his hands.

"Thank you, Fred. It means the world to me," I place a chaste kiss on his lips. I start to hum. "That was one of the best days of my life."

"Me too. It was the day you said yes to being my girlfriend. We had floo powder all over us." We share a laugh. I move to rest my head on his broad shoulder.

"I had everything."He pauses for a second. "Then I gained a little bit more." I move off his shoulder and jokingly hit his shoulder.

"That was terrible, Fred. I expect better from you."

"But you still love me."

"Yes, Fred, I love you. And everything is right at hand."

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Also

I’m not going to be doing the request I currently have; I’d like to start somewhat fresh.

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OMG I’M SO SORRY

IT HAS BEEN WAY TOO LONG.

School kind of crept up and smacked me in the face, I am very sorry. 

Some good noise: Voltron is a new fandom for you guys to request from 

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I hate corn

Ya girls got hives!

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My computer

It's having issues and my mobile device is old (over 3 years old) so things may be very slow. I'm sorry I'll keep you updated.

4:01 pm July 13th: It seems like my computer just threw a fit, but I’ll keep it up in case anything else happens

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Opinion

How many of you guys have watched Alice Through the Looking Glass?

Would anyone be interested in a Time X Reader? I’m like obsessed with Sacha Baron Cohen right now so.

Note this if you’re interested

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I cry when I look at this. Both from feels and cringe...

I’m not sorry

‘Death doesn’t discriminate Between the sinners And the Saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall And we break And we make our mistakes And if there’s a reason I’m still alive When everyone who loves me has died I’m willing to wait for it I’m willing to wait for it’ - Hamilton (Lin-Manuel��Miranda)