woman character: you don't get it... I am a monster.

guy character: why do you say that? what... what have you done?

me, desperately: please say you killed or tortured someone. say you did morally questionable things. say you drank all the milk but put the carton back in the fridge so your roomate would buy more. anything. just, please, don't say it's because you can't-

woman character, tearfully: I... I can't have children!

me:

George: Fred you have to apologize to y/n

Fred: Fine

Fred: ‘unfuck you’ or whatever

Ok but imagine

it’s Sunday morning and you’re sitting on the counter top with your man standing in between your legs. He’s letting you shave his face and while you are staring intensely at his face cause you’re concentrated on not cutting him, his hands hold your waist or hips and he stares at you with so much love and a hint of amusement.

and that ladies and gents is my love language

“Wouldn’t miss out on our anniversary, would I?”

Warnings: Death, Sadness, Angst.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Visiting the ghost that holds your heart.

(I’m aching as I type this.)

The corridors felt longer. It was harder to remember exactly how they were, but if you squinted long enough, you could remember the moments of laughter shared and the sound of students rushing to their next course of the day. But, those memories quickly evaporated into scenes of despair from the war. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since the war. Even with the time passing, you can remember the stench of metallic blood and the dust and debris that choked the air. 

It was the Winter session, all the students had since gone home, and the halls were empty besides the small straggle of children who had decided to stay. Children, kids, something you once were. Even with a small number of wrinkles on your brow and taller stature, you tried to put yourself into your sixteen-year-old self. It was admittedly hard as all your experiences, as a child, centered around him. Him. Fred. Your first love. Maybe your only love. 

The wind was bitter. And despite the cold quickly reaching your fingertips, your heels clicked slowly on the floor. One after another, you told yourself, until you reached the Northern Tower fields. You knew he’d be there. He always was. The familiar scent of frosted grass almost hurt to smell. It all hurt. As you reached the courtyard, the figure of a tall man stood. Even from the back, you knew it was him. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his red hair sticking widely everywhere and his back was slightly hunched. Until he turned. It was as if you were eleven years old again, seeing those bright brown eyes and the peak of his dimples. It rendered you speechless.

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this and the next // benedict bridgerton

Summary: Benedict hasn’t painted a thing in two weeks. He’s beginning to think he won’t paint again, but a Smythe-Smith musicale and the reminder of your love has him once again reaching for his brushes.

A/N: My entry into my love’s (@heloisedaphnebrightmore​) writing challenge! Congratulations on 3.5k, I am so very happy for you! My dialogue prompt is in bold. Thank you for letting me take part! I hope you all like it!

Warnings: married couple, marriage, fluff, Benedict is slightly dramatic, happy couple, happy endings, mentions of food and drink (alcohol), kissing, tickling.

WC: 2.8k

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"I love you more than the sky and the ground but I can’t do this anymore."

Warnings: Fighting, heavy language

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Summary: A fight between lovers.

(Loves, my darlings, when I tell you writing this broke my heart, it truly did. It really hurt to write as I was putting my own words, my own experiences into this piece. It is alright to be heartbroken, it is alright to hurt.)

When you and Sirius broke up, the entirety of Hogwarts knew within minutes, some in the Gryffindor house knew within seconds due to the loudness and ferocity of your fight. It seemed as you both had gotten older, the fighting became more constant. No longer were the two of you young and flowing with the cool autumn breeze of Hogwarts. War was upon you and was nearly palpable to the touch so it was bound to cause tension between every teenager and teacher at Hogwarts. The fight? You couldn’t even remember what spurred it and caused it to ignite. However, you could feel the red, anger searing through your veins as you yelled out at your boyfriend. Maybe the fight was about your constant studying, Sirius’ blatant flirting with other girls, or the fact that you hadn’t actually spent any quality time together within the past month. Any moment you two were alone was spent sleeping, on opposite sides of the bed with the duvet as a divider between you two. It was odd, though you didn’t spend as much time with Sirius anymore, your heart still beat steadily for him. Nevertheless, it was difficult not to fight with Sirius. He had the tendency to be quite dramatic and go overboard with fights with his hot-headed self. Usually, your fights ended with a sigh and a tight hug with whispers of apologies. However, this fight, you knew, would end horribly. 

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guess whose heart broken again? this girl!!

"I promise to fix your ties in the morning and kiss you when you come home."

Warnings: Death, violence and blood.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: Newlyweds meet tragedy and disaster.

(Wow, okay so this made me so super emotional. Quick note: Italics refers to the past. Sorry in advance :( )

 You could hear the destruction of your home. The falling stone walls and the dust that sputtered out from under it. For years, you have stared at the paintings and wandered Hogwarts to admire the absolute beauty it omitted. It was your home, the place you grew up, the place you learned how to become something only dreams could portray, the place you fell in love with Fred Weasley. But now, you could smell the metallic scent of blood and could hear the electricity that spits out after venomous spells were casted. You could feel drips of blood run down your chin from the nasty cut you had gotten after you had fallen. You could feel the blisters and the soreness of your muscles from holding up your wand. Your voice was hoarse and, if you could, you’d drop to the floor in exhaustion. But you stood defiantly, wand in front of you. A man in a mask faced you as you breathed heavily, your mind sharp.

“Reducto!” You yelled, blasting the wall behind him into pieces, trying to frighten him. He dodged it, snapping his wand at you.

“Crucio!” He spit back. It narrowly missed as you continued to duel bravely. “Stupefy!” You countered, hitting him square in the chest; knocking him backward into the crumbling wall. He laid on the floor as you caught your breath before turning and flicking your wand to avoid another spell that was thrown at you. 

Destruction. You could see the bodies of men, women, and children strewn on the floor. You bit back a sob as you continued to fight for Good, against evil, against the Death Eaters who saw nothing but blood. Fred. Fred. Fred. All you could focus on was staying alive so you could get back to Fred. Fred. The man you so desperately loved. The man you married last night before the war had approached on your doorstep. 

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it’s written by @hello-everyfandom :)

Hahahah yes it is!!

I’m definitely not demanding it or saying you have to, but readers quoting back their favorite lines/moments of a fic/chapter is the absolute best, and every single one of you who has ever done this deserves to find $20 on the ground. Not all heroes wear capes, y’know?  

⚡️– FMK – send me any three characters/people and I’ll decide their fate, y’know how it goes.

🥀 – AESTHETIC – tell me about yourself and I’ll make you a moodboard.

💌 – SHIP – tell me about yourself and i’ll ship you with an hp character. Include any preference (era, pronouns, gender) if you have any. If inspiration strikes I might include a non-hp ship. CLOSED UNTIL I CLEAR OUT MY INBOX! you guys did not come to play omfg

🍒 – SIMP NATION ­– I will share a fictional crush I have/had at some point and a little thirsty explanation.

💿 – SOUNDTRACK ­– I’ll shuffle my playlist and give you the first three songs that play (my music taste is a mess so I apologize in advance)

🦋 – MINI BLURB / HEADCANNON – send a character and an idea ( or just a character ) and I’ll give you something short and sweet.

☁️ – GET TO KNOW ME – ask me anything you want or tell me an assumption you have about me and I’ll confirm/deny. (I’ll pretty much answer anything 👀)

❣️- CYM - give me a topic and I’ll cast my moots :)

💀 – UNPOPULAR OPINION – tell me an unpopular opinion you have and I’ll tell you my stance (fandom related or not)

🔊 – SPREAD THE LUV – wanna shoutout someone/a blog you love? send in what you love about them and I’ll share :)

and since i’m extra and an emotional bitch here’s a little shoutout to some of my besties who have made my short time on here an absolute hoot 

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