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— from your friendly, tumblr-hood harry stan, I present to you: the Fine Line Series. below are a list of one shots based off of Harry Styles’ Fine Line album. these fics are scheduled to post twice a week.

Golden | george weasley x reader

Watermelon Sugar | george weasley x reader (18+)

Adore You | ron weasley x reader

Lights Up | fred weasley x reader

Cherry | fred weasley x reader

Falling | fred weasley x reader

To Be So Lonely | sirius black x reader

She | fred weasley x reader (18+)

Sunflower, Vol. 6 | fred weasley x reader

Canyon Moon | george weasley x reader

Treat People With Kindess | ron weasley x reader

Fine Line | george weasley x reader

✰ while Fine Line is an album that tells the story of a relationship ending, these fics are inspired by my personal interpretations of the songs and therefore will not always follow the storyline or original meaning.

✰ I will not be creating a Fine Line taglist, but if you’d like to added to my regular taglist so you don’t miss any of these fics, go ahead and send an ask to be added!

smile, darling: tom holland one-shot

a/n | was quite proud of myself for thinkin’ up this 1. also i’d like to get paid for taking pictures of tom please. screw the college degree. lengthy one shots are starting to become my staple huh

- anyway i’ve been feeling really burnt out lately so i’ll probably be taking a little writing break after this ♡

summary | tom holland is completely over paparazzi, tracking and exploiting his every move. that is, until he runs into one that he just can’t help but smile for.

cw | tom x paparazzi!fem!reader. language, alcohol use, a classic meet-cute, angst, relatively vanilla shower sex, fluff for days. 5.6k words.

pov: tom

The blinding flashes of old-fashioned bulb cameras were never a phenomenon easy to get used to.

He’d cast empty smiles, try to drown out the noise of the crowd of reporters as he whisked by. There was never a way for him to get out of the hubbub fast enough.

When he did take the chance to look around the sea of paparazzi, it was blurry nameless faces; people he didn’t know who were only interested in selling him to the media. As if the internet didn’t already have enough pictures of him being a celebrity, being the center of any and all attention, even occasionally trying to be a normal person. But he never got very far with that—it’s simply unnatural for someone to be the focus of a picture when they’re just trying to buy a cup of tea.

Wearing sweats out for a jog became a fashion statement, hugging an old female friend became a scandal. These people were relentless, squeezing every little bit of life out of him to meet a quota. Turning him into an object, a subject, pretty much everything under the sun except human.

One face he picked out from the usual crowd was different, though—younger, prettier, less chaotic. She was happy to be in the back of the swarm of cameras, oftentimes missing the perfect shot because she was just watching—her camera pointed toward the ground. She tried to see life before her through her own eyes and not the pupil of the lens. He noticed her at the events she attended, but never gave her a thought past the millisecond they made eye contact. That is, until they locked eyes for more than a split second; when she singlehandedly saved his sorry ass.

pov: you

You didn’t like your job.

You had gotten into photography to capture the beautiful stillness of nature, to be able to stare at the subject of your photo for hours on end and still get the perfect shot after basking in the reality of it for long enough. But dreams mostly stay dreams, and when you were offered a job as a photographer for a tabloid, you swallowed your pride and accepted. Dreams are wonderful and all, but they can’t pay your rent.

So you resigned yourself to capture the opposite of what you wanted—chaos, crowds of thousands, movie stars moving a mile a minute. You got enough content to keep your position, but you often found yourself trying to take in the essence of the scene before getting the perfect shot, and by then, the celebrity in question was gone. Your life had become a whirlwind, and all you wanted to do was stand still.

So, the day you were stationed outside of the hotel in Atlanta, told by your boss to keep your feet planted on the nondescript side street until you saw anyone of importance walk by, you were thrown off when the star of the movie came out of the doors to the service entrance with flask in hand and bags under his eyes, completely unaware that you were standing there. He flicked a burnt cigarette butt onto the ground and stepped on it, taking a swig from his canister. When he turned his head and saw you, you had your camera pointed directly at him; and to put it lightly, he freaked the fuck out.

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All my favorite Harry Potter bad lip reading gifs I have collected 

If you’re going to do something that’s obviously very stupid then I’m going to do it with you.

misha collins is an absolute chaotic enigma of a man. he got arrested for attempted bank robbery because he decided to climb on top of a bank to read a book. he held up traffic in the middle of the highway by throwing a tea party in the middle. he has stories about doing acid with his dad at burning man. he spent time in a tibetan monastery. he has a degree from the university of chicago and interned for bill clinton. and then he somehow stumbled onto a cw set. how. who is he. i simultaneously want to learn every detail about his life and also fear that would inflict deadly psychic damage 

I’ve charted stars and they’re always constant. But these, they appear every year on my birthday. Only on my birthday. And I can’t help but feel that they’re… they’re meant for me. ↳ TANGLED (2010) dir. Nathan Greno, Byron Howard

Ummmmmm hi yes read this E V E R Y O N E

Bloom || Peter Parker Series

In a universe where you see in shades of black and white before meeting your soulmate, Peter Parker is the one to make your life burst into colour, and cause the love inside your chest to bloom. ↠ Peter Parker x reader; soulmate au. 

[completed 13.11.18; total word count: 21.6k]

Yellow: The Universe’s Gift 

Orange: A Date With Fate

Green: Titles

Purple: A Grey Mask

Pink: The Beach House

Blue: Unravelling Hearts

Brown: On a Knife’s Edge

Red: Love

the amazing graphic was made by deactivated user starksirons

It’s my birthday today, so here’s a humble present, haha. 

It’s one of many 15x20 rewrites I’ve been imagining, because honestly, they could have done SO much, and that’s what hurts. It’s cheesy and a bit all over the place, and it took me a while because I was honestly grieving for how the show ended, not to mention that I suffered a rather devastating personal loss very recently. I was also debating whether or not to continue investing in the fandom of something that erased so much from so many. It was a process. 

Still, the community of wonderful people and creators (and shipper!Sam) pulled me from the doldrums. So thank you, so very much, for being all kinds of awesome. Keep those memes coming, folks, and I hope you enjoy. 

(Please don’t repost, but feel free to buy me a coffee if you enjoy my work. It really means so much <3) 

The broom closet wow 🥺🥺😍

morons.

fred weasley x female!reader

summary: this is terribly cliche. terribly written but oh well. friends to lovers basically, if anyone cares.

p.s. i did try to do a read more link but failed, i am very sorry as i know how annoying long posts are. i’ll try my best for next time x

The Gryffindor common room was quiet, except for the odd burst of laughter from the groups of people situated around the room. Y/N was sat by the fire, head stuck in a potions textbook. With exams approaching and mountains of homework piling up, stressful thoughts began filling her head. She wished she would have taken Professor McGonagall seriously when she said they should start studying right at the start of the year. Suddenly Y/N slammed her book down on the table in front of her and buried her head in her hands. For the past hour she had been reading and rereading the same chapter over and over. After reading the same thing a dozen times you would think you’d remember at least a few main points- but she didn’t, her brain felt like a sponge, everything draining from it as soon as it was took in. Her thoughts drifted from her work to the whereabouts of her best friends who had insisted they would help her study, even though their potions grades were mediocre at best.

Y/N had met the twins in their first year, after she had made the mistake of walking in to one of their pranks. As she jumped with surprise, she almost fell face first down the staircase and if it wasn’t for Fred catching her and pulling her back she probably would have lost most of her teeth. Although she had appreciated being saved, she was mad. What psychos set up a dangerous prank like that near a set of stairs? So she had set out for revenge, and decided she’d prank them back. This turned out as not the best idea as the two boys had heard of every trick in the book, and knew what she was up to. They were impressed though and took her under their wing, and the trio had been inseparable since.

In third year, when George had spent a few weeks in the infirmary after a prank went wrong, Y/N and Fred grew closer as the trio became a duo for a while. They did everything together, and rumours that they were dating grew like wildfire. If they weren’t sitting curled up in the common room together, they’d be out pranking Filtch or sitting by the lake. Y/N went to watch his quidditch practices, and he even tried teaching her to ride a broom which they both concluded was a bad idea, as she fell off multiple times resulting in him running around underneath her, making sure he was ready to catch her if she fell.

Now they were in their fifth year, and although she still remained close to George, and spent quite a lot of time with them both together, most of the time it was just her and Fred. They would sneak into each other’s dorms and stay up all night talking about anything and everything, she had a bad habit of stealing his clothes and Fred had a tendency to scare off any boy who was remotely interested in her. Although some found this weird and insisted this must mean he had feelings for her, Y/N just thought he was protective of her, like he was of his sister Ginny.

Y/N was pulled out of her daze about the twins as a piece of parchment rolled up into a ball hit her in the face. She scowled at George, who was smiling like an idiot.

“You’ll never guess what’s just happened to our Freddie Y/N,” he said, his smirk growing as Fred started blushing.

Y/N diverted her attention to the other twin, who wasn’t meeting her gaze. If she wasn’t so stressed, she would have thought about how weird he was acting, and would have appreciated how quiet he was being as most of the time it was hard to get him to shut up but her thoughts were now back on to all the work she still had to do.

“What?” she said impatiently as she started gathering up her books, knowing she wouldn’t get anything done with the twins around.

“He’s got himself a date this Saturday, haven’t you Fred?” George turned to his twin and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. If Y/N had been paying attention, she would have noticed Freds mouth opening and closing, similar to a goldfish before settling with a quiet “yeah” as his reply. As she flung her bag over her shoulder what they had just said finally settled in. Fred had a date this Saturday. A weird feeling settled in her stomach, almost like she was going to be sick. She looked at Fred who gave her a weak smile then turned to look at the fire.

“Oh.” she replied. Her once decent mood had now turned sour and she knew why. She had felt this before, once when she had a date to Hogsmeade, but at the last minute he had cancelled then the next day she found out it was because he had took someone else. She was jealous. Her gaze remained on Fred, angry thoughts flying around her head. Why was Fred acting so weird with her? And why did she feel like she was going to throw up thinking of him on a date?

George continued on. “Yep, some Ravenclaw girl came”- but whatever else had happened Y/N didn’t hear as she grabbed the rest of her stuff, muttered an excuse about having a headache and ran up to her dorm.

Dropping her stuff on to the floor and flopping down on to her bed, she tried to ignore the feelings of hurt and jealousy. Fred was her best friend, why did she even care he was going out with someone? She’d never even looked at him with feelings other than friendship and now the thought of him with someone else made her want to rip her hair out. Sure, he was very attractive and had an amazing personality to match but she had never looked at him in that way. Hours passed of her staring at the wall, all the time wondering about the confusing things she was feeling for her best friend and eventually she felt herself drift off.

Saturday came faster than she liked. Although Fred was back to acting like his usual self, and though Y/N forced herself to act like she couldn’t care less about his impending date there was always an awkward silence between the two when they were left alone. This resulted in Y/N hiding out in the library, somewhere she knew Fred rarely stepped foot in. Burying herself into her work was the only way she knew how to avoid her feelings. She couldn’t understand, Fred had been interested in other girls before and yes, sometimes she would feel a bit annoyed about it but she just thought that was due to the fact that Fred never shut up about them, and she did get fed up of hearing about how nice some Hufflepuffs arse was or how better at pranking some Slytherin fourth year was. However, this time if she wasn’t angry about it, she felt sad. Discovering you had feelings for someone normally was a good thing, but Y/N had no doubt in her mind that Fred didn’t feel the same.

Saturday morning came and Y/N got up early, dressed and headed down to breakfast by herself. She was surprised to find the twins already there, sitting with Lee Jordan and laughing about something. As she approached she noticed that Fred had obviously made an effort with his appearance, his hair looked like it had been combed and he had dressed smarter than usual. Y/N debated wether she should sit with them like normal or sneak past and sit with some of her Hufflepuff friends at their table. Her thoughts were interrupted by George though who moved up to make room for her.

She couldn’t find it in her to make much conversation and since they were talking about a new product for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes she wasn’t expected to say much anyway. She could feel Fred staring at her but couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. She munched absentmindedly on a piece of toast, wondering about what she could do to take her mind off of it.

“Fancy coming into Hogsmeade with us Y/N?” George asked after a while. She noticed that he had stopped taking part in the conversation and was gazing at her with a knowing look. She had this funny feeling he knew all about her feelings for his twin and was no doubt trying to cheer her up. Some time out with George and Lee would be nice and would definitely take her mind off it but the thought of bumping into Fred with his date made her think twice.

Y/N shook her head. “I’m okay, thank you though.” She turned back to her breakfast but he didn’t seem to want to give up. “How about I stay here then? You could help me with my charms homework.” She turned back to him and he was smiling at her and before she could answer he quickly stood up and started to leave the hall. “Okay cool I’ll go get my stuff and I’ll meet you in the library.” he shouted behind him.

Y/N felt herself smile, for what felt like the first time in ages. Although things weren’t too good with Fred at the moment, she was glad she still had George. He was definitely a lot more sensitive and observant than his twin, and the fact that he’d stay with her to do his “homework” which he hated, meant a lot to her. As students started leaving the hall, presumably to start heading to Hogsmeade, Y/N stood up,said goodbye to the boys and made her way to the library.

George was already there, sitting at a table near the back of the room. As she walked over, he threw a paper plane in her direction which exploded as it flew past. Y/N sat down across for him and noticed that he didn’t have any of his books with him.

Y/N laughed. “I knew it, you liar! So much for doing homework.” She glared at him and waved her finger in his face just like his mother would which caused them both to laugh.

He clutched his chest and mockingly looked hurt. “I’m offended that you’d even think I’d stay here on a Saturday to do homework. That hurts Y/N.” They both laughed again then George face suddenly turned serious. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on between you and Fred?”

Y/N felt her face drop. Just when she thought she’d be able to forget all about it. She turned her attention to the wall beside her as if it was the most interesting thing she’d ever saw. “I don’t know what your talking about.” she replied. She heard him chuckle but couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“Yes you do. You like him don’t you?” Y/N gulped and she felt herself blush. How did he know when she only came to the realisation herself not even a week ago? She looked down at the table and felt her eyes start to water. Without looking at him she muttered “yes” and he reached over the table and rubbed her shoulder. She took a deep breath “H-how did you even know?”

He sighed. “ I always knew. The both of you were always all over each other, always touching. The way you both stare at each other, the look you have in your eyes, it’s obvious. He’s always talking about you, even when you aren’t there. Even I was surprised when he said yes to that date. I was just waiting for him to ask you out if I’m honest.” Y/N finally looked up and found him staring at her sympathetically. She felt the tears finally spill over, all the feelings from the past week finally getting too much for her. “If it makes you feel any better that Ravenclaw is very dull. She’s got nothing on you.” She laughed, appreciating him trying to make her feel better but she doubted he was really telling the truth.

He stood and walked over to her and opened his arms. Immediately she got up and walked into his arms, letting him engulf her in a hug. “How about we go rob the kitchens, hmm?” he said from above her.

The day went by quite fast, with George helping to distract her. As dinner time came she was left alone in the common room after convincing George she wasn’t hungry after the food from earlier and that she would be fine left alone. In all honesty, she did feel better. Talking with George made her realise she just had to get over whatever feelings she had for her friend. The sooner the better in her opinion. Too preoccupied with her thoughts she didn’t realise Fred come through the portrait hole. Noticing she was there, he made his way over cautiously. “Can I sit?” he asked breaking Y/N out of her daze.

Startled she looked up at him. His cheeks were rosy from the cold and she couldn’t help but notice how good he looked. “Yeah of course.” She motioned to the seat on the couch beside her and as he sat down the smell of his cologne hit her and she noticed how much she was missing him. They had went to speaking nearly every minute of the day to talking maybe once a day. “How was your date?”

“It was great, we had a lot of fun.” She felt her heart sink, a mean part of her wished he would have said it was rubbish. That they had nothing in common, that he wished he’d have spent the day with her instead, like they usually do. Another part of her though felt guilty. He was her best friend, and this was making him happy or at least as far as she knew it was. So why couldn’t she just put her feelings aside and be happy for him? He reached into his pocket and brought out a chocolate frog. “I got this for you. I know you love them.” She smiled at him as she took it and he smiled back and started telling her about the new stuff they had at Zonkos and it was like everything was back to normal. But whenever he smiled at her or laughed at something she said, Y/N felt her heart race and she was reminded that she didn’t just see him as a friend anymore. She wanted more, and the more she was around him the more she couldn’t avoid her feelings any longer. She was in love with him.

As the weeks passed, the time Y/N spent with the twins dwindled to almost none. After one transfiguration lesson where Fred revealed he would be going on another date with the girl, Y/N resolved to avoiding him as much as she could. Which also meant she was avoiding George because most of the time when you found one the other twin wouldn’t be far behind. She thought that the less she saw him, talked to him, spent any time at all with him the more her feelings would fade and within no time she would be back to being their best friend again. This was further than the truth, the more she didn’t see him the more she longed for him. She missed him, missed the way she would sneak into his dorm at night when she couldn’t sleep and he’d hold her until she did, she missed how he would walk her to class and leave kisses on her forehead as he left, most of all she just missed talking to him.

The library became her safe place, as there was no way she could sit in the common room without bumping into him. She stopped going to meals and ended up eating whatever she had brought from home. She spent barley any time in her dorm as she knew he could easily get in. One part of her sat awake at night wondering if he even noticed her absence, maybe he was too occupied with the girl he was seeing that he had forgotten about her.

One Friday afternoon, Y/N was coming out of Defence Against the Dark Arts when she felt someone grab her and pull her into a broom cupboard and slam the door shut. She didn’t need to worry about who it was as she recognised the smell of him straight away. It was Fred.

Suddenly he pushed her against the wall his arms above her head caging her in. Her heart was racing being this close to him after weeks of not even seeing him, let alone touch him. Y/N kept her head down, hair falling in front of her eyes.

“You’re avoiding me.” She shook her head and kept her eyes on the floor. She heard him sigh and push away from the wall and from her. Immediately she missed him against her, and she had to restrain herself from pulling him back. She looked up and saw him pacing the small space, his head in his hands. Finally he looked up at her and guilt hit her like a truck, he had bags under his eyes and just all round looked like shit. He stepped closer again and stared down at her. “Please just tell me what i’ve done, love. I’ll do anything to fix it please just tell me.” She heard his voice break and she’d never felt so bad in her life. Tears started running down her cheeks at the sight of him. Had her selfishness really affected him this much?

She felt herself be pulled into his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, and she didn’t have it in her to pull away. She buried her head into his chest, and let herself cry. He rocked her, whispering comforting words in her ear the full time. How everything would be okay, how he was there for her, how he always would be and nothing would change that, that he loved her.

A pain shot through her chest at this. He loved her, but not in the way she wanted, and it hurt. She pushed him away, wiped away her tears and glared at him as much as she could. “Leave me alone Fred.” she said. Trying to sound as distant as she could. She turned on her heel and made for the door, but as soon as he realised this he moved in front of her. “You aren’t going anywhere.” Now he looked annoyed, he crossed his arms over his chest and Y/N took note of how good he looked when he was angry. “We’re staying in here until you tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart.” She ignored the butterfly feeling in her stomach from the nickname and crossed her own arms, imitating him.

She planned to stay quiet but curiosity got the best of her and she blurted out before she could stop herself. “Don’t you have a girlfriend to get to?” She cringed at how jealous she sounded and her cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

“Girlfriend?” he retorted, his voice laced with confusion. Then it hit him. “Oh you mean Ruby.”

Y/N glared at the floor, even her name was perfect. Why couldn’t it be something not so nice like Beatrice?

“After the third date, I broke it off. We ran out of things to talk about really fast, and she disapproved of this prank me and George pulled on Snape. Definite red flag there.” He chuckled to himself and Y/N almost felt herself laugh with him. “And I was thinking about you most of the time.” In a way she felt relieved. There wasn’t anyone to be jealous of anymore, but she also dreaded how worse it would be the next time someone new came along. “C’mon please just tell me.” he pleaded with her.

Y/N looked up at him, and saw the hurt in his eyes and she knew she had to tell him. She couldn’t let him blame himself, believe he had done something wrong when he hadn’t been anything except perfect. It was all her. The fear that she could

lose him as a friend altogether after telling him though made the tears start falling again and as he made to take her in his arms once more, she held her hand in front of her to stop him coming any nearer.

She took a deep breath. “I think- I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence filled the space. Y/N wished he would say something, anything at all. She looked at him and his face was completely blank. Her fears had came true, he didn’t feel the same, and now she was going to lose him.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you, please just let me out.” She was back to trying to get out the door. Struggling to push his lanky figure from the door, she almost missed him starting to smile. She looked up at him and the glare that graced her face made him smile even more.

Who did he think he was, Y/N thought. Nothing about her unrequited feelings was funny, at least to her it wasn’t. “Nothing about this is funny Fred. Just let me past.”

“You love me.” he said with a smile. Y/N glared up at the tall boy. “I said I think I do, you moron.”

He started laughing at this and if Y/N wasn’t annoyed before, she definitely was now. Before she could do anything though she felt herself being spun around and pinned against the door. Next thing she knew Fred had bent down and pressed his lips to hers roughly.

Shocked, it took Y/N a minute to respond and as she felt Fred start to pull away, she grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him back with as much passion and love as she could. The whole reason she had avoided him was because she had no idea how to tell him of her feelings. This could be how though. Fred let out a groan, and all she could think about was how she wanted to hear that again and again.

Why hadn’t she just done this in the first place? If she had told him this weeks before, she wouldn’t have had to go through the pain of missing him? And to her it looked like he had missed her too.

The kiss ended too fast for her liking, but she let him push back from her. Nervousness was all she felt now. What did that kiss even mean? Did he like her back or did he just pity her?

He pushed a bit of hair back from her face. “Do you know how long i’ve waited to here you say that?” A large grin spread across his face and he picked her up and spun her around, knocking over a few mops and brooms in the process. He put her down and started placing kisses all over her face. Y/N laughed, squirming to get away from him. As much as she was loving the affection from him she needed to know if he at least liked her back. “I’ve missed your laugh, so so much.” His eyes were back on her lips and as much as she wanted to kiss him again, she had to know.

She looked down at the ground and played with her fingers, not wanting to meet his eye. “So- so does this mean that you..” she trailed off, finding it hard to finish the sentence.

He gripped her chin in his hands, his eyes meeting hers. “It means that I love you too, you moron.”

Okay wow 😍😍😍

helloooo angelface!! could i request a reader x george where george loves playing with her hair and she acts like it annoys her but really she likes it a lot but george only realises it doesnt bother her when maybe smth happens and shes upset and asks him to do it? idk if that made any sense but xx

studying // george weasley

masterlist!

a/n: ugh i love comforting george it makes me so soft. thank u for requesting!

summary: Exams are stressing you out, but George always seems to be there to help you relax.

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Exams were rapidly approaching and your workload was getting a bit too heavy for you to carry.

You sat at the Great Hall, using the massive table space to study. You had so many papers, and none of the table in your common room could hold them all without some getting lost in a shuffle. You had a plate of food discarded to your right. You had woken up early, granted you had barely slept at all, and devoured your food, only so you could move onto your studies quicker. 

George stumbled into breakfast, his overgrown and disheveled hair falling into his eyes. He pushed it back, yawning. He crossed his arms, pulling the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and trying to trap some of his body heat. The weather outside was getting nicer, but it seemed like the stone castle walls were clinging to the cold weather.

He made his way over to you, furrowing his brows with a sympathetic look as his eyes began to blur just with a glance at your course load. He picked up a textbook that rested on the outskirts of the mountain you had created around you, and flipping through the pages, he immediately felt overwhelmed for you. He put down the textbook, and looked over to you. Your face was about five inches away from the paper you poured yourself into, and you bit your lip harshly.

He moved to stand behind you, gently tugging your shoulders back and into him. He felt the tenseness in your neck, and as you leaned into him, he felt you relax. You pressed the back of your head into his stomach, and let your quill fall from your hand. He moved his hands from your shoulders and into your hair, gently running his finger through it and raking his short nails over your scalp. You felt yourself dissolving, but not for long.

Your mind was plagued with the Potions essay in front of you, and you retracted from George’s grasp, your hair trailing from his fingers.

George wasn’t surprised, if anything he was surprised he had gotten you to relax for as long as you did (20 seconds). He loved playing with your hair, he loved the grin that you tried to suppress when he did it, and he loved the way your body seemed to fall at his mercy by such a small gesture. You never let him do it for long, feeling embarrassed by the reaction it elicited from you.

“Anything I can help you with?” George asked, but he already knew the answer. The only subject he could even compare to you in was Charms, and you had finished your revisions for that class a few days ago.

“Sadly,” you mumbled, still writing furiously, “I don’t think so. Go ahead and look around though.”

You made a sweeping gesture with your hand, motioning to the papers that lay around you.

“Why’re you down here so early?” George asked, settling into the table and filling his plate.

“I didn’t want to wake my dormmates,” you said, rolling up the Potions essay after you proofread it, “and I couldn’t sleep anyways.”

George moved a hand to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiled at the short lasting peaceful look on your face, but you turned your head away from him and reached across the table for your Arithmancy work.

“You could always sneak up to my dorm,” George said, shoveling some eggs in his mouth, “Fred and Lee don’t go in there to study.”

You chuckled at the idea of Fred, George, and Lee sitting around studying together.

“Maybe. Afraid you won’t be able to see your floor once I put all my papers down, though,” you said, flipping through a textbook and running a quick finger over the words.

“I wasn’t attached to it,” George replied, making you smile again.

You had learned to work through any distractions George presented while you studied, because having him around seemed to make you significantly less stressed. Just his tired and glazed over eyes made you feel comforted. His slow morning movements made you feel homely.

“Any plans for the day?” you asked him, knowing he wasn’t going to be working on his revisions.

“Fred said he had an order dispute he needed my help on,” George said, lifting his arms over his head to stretch. The bottom of his sweater rose, and in the corner of your eye you admired his toned stomach and the tuft of ginger hair that sprouted from his waistband. Your cheeks warmed, but you focused your eyes back to the confusing subject in front of you.

“Do you think you’ll be doing this all day?” George asked, lowering his arms and looking at the side of your face.

“I hope not,” you mumbled, and began to move your fingers through the piles, taking register of the work you had left, “I have a few hours worth of Arithmancy, but I think Hermione offered to help me with some of it, so it shouldn’t take that long. I just finished Potions, and I wanted to go over Transfiguration one last time.”

George sighed heavily, watching the work pile up as you grouped it together.

“Are you going to the library again?” 

“I think Hermione wanted to meet in the common room,” you said, setting your quill down for the rest of breakfast, “I could work in there for the rest of the day.”

“Like I said,” George smirked at you, “my bedroom’s always open.”

You rolled your eyes and bumped your shoulder into his. You rolled up your parchments, organizing them into neat stacks. You stuffed your textbooks into your bag and piled the papers on top. George helped you, rolling the last bits of parchment and handing them to you.

You finally breathed, setting your elbows on the table. You picked a piece of fruit from George’s plate, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“It’s almost over,” he said, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, “then it’s summer, and you can visit The Burrow.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and trying to pull memories from last year at George’s house. You tried to remember Molly’s cooking, the days in the garden with Ginny and Hermione, the nights you snuck into Fred and George’s room and talked all night.

These were just about the only things getting you through exams. 

Studying with Hermione went as well as it could. You had agreed to study with her because she usually had firms grasps on the subjects, but Arithmancy ended up taking longer because you had to explain a lot of it to her. Large bags formed under her eyes, and her already frizzy and uncontrollable hair was even more frizzy and uncontrollable. The time together sort of boosted your ego, really, giving you confidence in your knowledge about the subject. 

You had started Arithmancy when the sun had just risen, and by the time you closed your textbook, the sun was fading and an orange sunset floated through the tall windows of the Gryffindor common room. You paid little attention to Hermione sinking into the couch with her Charms textbook, and moved over to the window. Your Transfiguration textbook tucked under your arm, tabs and writings marked all over it, was long forgotten. Your face lit up in the glow of the sunset, and you imagined you were at the Burrow, watching the sun disappear over a grassy hill.

George came down the stairs, still in his pajamas he had eaten breakfast in, his hair just as messy. He had figured you were done with studying, and came to save you. He looked towards Hermione on the couch, but found you missing. A quick glance around the room and he found you by the window. The orange hue from the receding sun glowed in your face, and he watched you. Your eyes were closed, your chest slowly rising and falling. Your grip on your marked up textbook was so loose, he thought you might drop it. You rocked a little on your feet, and it looked like the slightest bit of wind could knock you over.

He came to your side, and at his hand reaching for your waist, your eyes slowly opened. He smiled down at you, taking the textbook from your hands and placing it on the table behind you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and breathed deep. 

“George?” you said to him in a hushed tone.

“Hm?” he hummed back to you.

“Would you play with my hair?” you asked, feeling no shame about the grin that would spread across your face.

His smile only widened, and he nodded his head enthusiastically. He brought his hands from your waist, setting each on the side of your face. The heels of his hands started near your eyes, and he ran his hands through your hair. Your head tilted back at the motion, and you let it roll with his hands. He grouped your hair like he was going to put it in a ponytail, using both hands, and lifted it from your neck. He twisted it, and then let it fall, watching as some of it landed in your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his cold lips brushing against your forehead in a loving and chaste kiss.

“I love you, George,” you mumbled, resting your cheek against his strong chest.

He ran a hand soothingly over your head, brushing your hair down. The other pulled you tighter to him.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Re-blog if you can write in cursive.

I heard cursive is dying. I want to see who still uses it.

Happy Birthday Jensen Ackles, Born March 1st 1978

run, run, here i come…

Happy 41st Birthday Misha!

And now, the thrilling conclusion! This is…

Television: Some ups, some downs, but calm overall.

⬆ The Pretty Little Liars (No. 1) know who A is. Unless it’s all another lie!

☆ American Horror Story returns after a dip in Lady Gaga’s blood-red pool.

Movies: Disney cast an enchantment over 14 of 20 spots this week. From D23:

☆ Chris Evans is Ulysses S. Grant in the upcoming Captain America: Civil War (No. 1), we’re assuming.

☆ Emma Watson talked Beauty and the Beast (No. 9).

☆ Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson introduced Moana (No. 5).

☆ Official renderings for new Star Wars (No. 3)  parks—Disney promises it’s not a trap.

Music: The top three is back to normal: 5SOS, 1D, and T. Swift.

⬆ Lana Del Ray (No. 7) got High on the Beach, swaying and twirling up seven spots.

☆ Melanie Martinez is the Cry Baby who debuted at No. 10.

⬇︎ No news from the Meek beef,  Drake tumbles eight to No. 11.

Celebrities: A birthday, a memorial, and nine names that weren’t there before.

☆ Even on Fandometrics, Donald Trump (No. 10) is polling higher than his GOP rivals.

☆ Robin Williams (No. 11) still greatly missed.

⬆ Sebastian Stan (No. 4) lifted himself up seven spots with his bionic arm.

⬇︎ Kim Kardashian (No. 14) drops another five spots—10 in two weeks. Sister Kylie still No. 1.

Video games: Up-up-down-down-… Those are the only directions Fandometrics goes.

⬆ Pokemon battled its way back to No. 1.

⬆ Big Hero 6 confirmed for Kingdom Hearts (No. 6), which jumped nine spots on the news.

⬇︎ Super Smash Bros. got knocked off the edge, losing six spots to end the week at No. 14.

Web stuff: Zero movement in the top five, but no shortage of shake-ups further down.

⬆ RWBY becomes the first American anime to get a Japanese dub, jumps eight spots to No. 7.

⬇︎Tronnor—Troye Sivan (No. 15) and Connor Franta (No. 17)—drop out of the top 10 together. So cute!

Trip Log 2

Okay, so we left about 7:30 this morning to drive to my mom's friend and pick her up (in this awesome rental car we have whoop!) and get started on our road trip!

We got to Tennessee around 1:05, and our tour was at 1:30, so we went inside the visitors center and walked around there, (got such a cute picture) and kind of got the feel of what the campus was really about.

We started with a 20 minute presentation with a guy named Michael about the logistics of the school and scholarships and student life and what not.

Then we got our tour guide, named Megan, and she came and gave us buttons that say future vol (which is short for volunteers btw took me a while) and have our name on it. It was super official, and freaked me out. I mean, I already have my name on something that says "Future vol??"

Then we got on a bus ride, and took about 20 minutes with Megan pointing out things to us along the way. I didn't like it very much though, because you couldn't really see out of the window where I was sitting. Bummer. it was kind of cool listening to her talk because she is a senior in a PR (Public Relations) major which is what I want to get into! Then we got off the bus and had an hour long walking session. We first walked to the residential buildings that they had (the oldest ones they had that Megan told us where build in the 1960s, and were going to be tore down in the next 5 years). The dorms were a comfortable size, though the bathrooms were a little small.

Then we walked to another dorm, passed a Catholic Church and the Catholic meeting place (and Baptist house etc.) and went to their huge library that has so much its almost too much.

Then we drove a little over 4 hours to Georgia, and are staying in a Best Western that was given 7 stars... though it should probably have  been 4 with what we're seeing.

So now I'm typing this all out and thinking about my day, making my pros and cons list for Tennessee, and all of this is so crazy. I can't believe that I even have to start thinking about college. Its crazy, and its bothering me.

Anyways, off to sleep and have a bright new day, and a new tour around Georgia! Go Bulldogs?

T

Okay, so I am leaving on vacation tomorrow, for a week long trip with my mom, my mom's best friend, and my little sister to visit colleges. So here we go, trip log has officially started.

Today my mom picked up the rental car that we now have (a black Ford SUV, which is SUPER NICE) and we started AND finished packing. Did all the laundry, and am now getting ready to sleep as much as I can to get up at 6:30 in the morning to leave by 7.

I am feeling kind of nervous, but excited at the same time. Visiting five colleges in one week will be stressful, and I need to make sure to stay organized and try to maybe write down certain things about every school so I don't get confused.

I can't wait to visit them though, and see what the University of Tennessee, the University of Georgia (Bull Dogs!), the University of Tampa, The University of Florida (Go Gators!), and the University of Alabama (Maybe) have in store for me.

Stay tuned!

Taylor

PS. I can not wait to see you again Kathy and Rob! 

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                           She still is.

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