Welcome To The Dark Side.

welcome to the dark side.

it’s very orange here.

the weasley twins are the exception!!

SKELETONS AND SCARES

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: it’s fred’s mission to scare his girlfriend ever since she told him it was impossible to.

warnings: pranks and shenanigans, kisses, fluff, hitting? insinuations (sexy 👀)

a/n: it’s christmas and i’m writing halloween stuff idk why

the library was quiet as you and fred studied together. well you studied and he more so watched. ever since halloween approached he’d been restless. and the students were on high alert, especially with the weasley twins on the prowl. yesterday you ran into at least four people who’d been the subject of their pranks.

“oh! and then colin accidentally walked in on the prank for ron. wasn’t any less hilarious to be honest.” fred laughed as you smiled, “all these students are easily scared fred. choose someone more difficult or more amusing. i’m sure draco deserves a visit.” you joked as fred thought, “like who?” you pointed at yourself. “you? you want me to scare you? you’re easy.” you scoffed at his words, “and why is that? can you recall any time you’ve managed to prank me?”

fred’s mouth open and closed. you were really right, he hadn’t even scared you once. but he’d do it now. “okay, what do i get if i do?” you wondered for a second, “me. wherever you’d like, whenever.” fred liked that idea has he reached his hand out before quickly retracting it, “what do you get if i fail?” you grinned, “you.”

he was relentless in his efforts. the first day after your agreement had you in the library again, this time with hermione in your spare time. you’d both wanted to read your favourite books. and as you pulled out yours a spider jumped out and onto your hand. rather than panicking you pulled out your wand “pertrificus totalus.” you picked it up and placed it outside the room.

fred was nearby and groaned at your calm demeanour whilst george leaned against the wall to take a peak. “well it seems your ever so amazing plan has already failed. what’ve you got up your sleeve?”

two in one day was something you wouldn’t expect from him, right?

wrong.

but a snake in a suitcase was extremely dull. you had no clue why fred’s pranks were so bad when it came to you but for others they were a howl. fail after fail and every day you woke up with the expectation of a success perhaps. even when you hung out with him he was planning his next prank. “if you’re wondering what miserable plan you’re going to use next i beg you to not. having george pop out of a closet with a mask i mean come on.”

fred jokingly hit your arm, “why are you pranks so bad when it comes to me.” fred shrugged his shoulders. “maybe i just don’t want to hurt you.” it came off as a joke but you could feel the sincerity in his earnest words.

“well aren’t you a sweetheart.” you replied as you kissed his cheek.

you’d been biding your time for him.

fred made his way into the room and you took it as your chance and jumped at him, which caused the two of you to tumble down onto the couch.

“how long had you been waiting there?” he yelped as you sat up, “as long as i had to for this, priceless! you’ve been annoying me for the past few days with very pathetic attempts when the simplest prank was amazing and effective.” you preened as he laughed.

“you’re the girlfriend of hogwarts’ best prankster. there’s no way i’ll be resting until i succeed.” fred crossed his arms with his chin in the air as you began to howl in laughter. “well your times up and you failed, i bet george would’ve scared me by now.” fred’s mouth turned into an ‘o’ before his hands crept to your stomach, “you take it back, take it back right now y/n weasley.” he joked as you grinned, “weasley? i like the sound of that. when’s george available?” fred was relentless as he tickled you, your hands beating on his body at the torture. “i was kidding! please!” you cried out as he tutted.

“no mercy for traitors y/n!”

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An Unhealthy Obsession: Chapter One

The Basement at the End of the Stairs

Hi everyone! I've started to post on Tumblr, so these updates will be coming daily until I catch up where I've left off on AO3. This is a slower fic to start, but I hope it's worth it once you start reading. Please enjoy <3

Master List | Next Chapter

Groggily, you began to open your eyes. Your eyelids felt so heavy that it was hard to do, but you mustered your strength to keep them open. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and start to look around. You weren’t in your bedroom, or anywhere you remember. You’d landed yourself into a large room without remembering how. You were sure you just fell asleep on the couch, having true crime stories on in the background…

The room you found yourself in seems to be a part of a small house. As you had woken up on the carpeted floor, you began to sit up to examine the room. Next to you on the left was a warm-toned gray couch and a coffee table made of wood. On the right of you was a large television screen and the stand underneath is full of different movies. You recognized most of the titles.

There was a glass door that leads to a small yard and patio, although it’s hard to see through – it had been raining and the droplets had collected on the glass. Fog also blocked your view, but it was difficult to tell whether the fog is coming from inside the house, or outside. You moved your head around, observing and analyzing the space around you.

Most of what you can see looks like contemporary design, with muted colors and a hint of modern. You decided to get up off the floor and walk around; your legs feel sore like you’ve walked for miles, but you didn’t remember doing anything. Walking around, you found a good-sized kitchen, a study, a set of stairs leading up and down, a sunroom, and the front door. When you opened the front door, you found yourself among a green forest full of pine, fir, cedar, and more. The muddy driveway indicated it had been raining for a while now, and the raindrops dancing on the puddles had not an indication that it would stop.

Going back into the house, you headed upstairs to see what else was there. Opening some doors, you found two bedrooms. One was smaller and full of posters from scientists, psychologists, and old science-fiction shows. It looked like a young boy’s room, but you couldn’t tell who’s. Awards line the shelves, indicating who ever lived here was very smart and successful. The other bedroom, the larger one, looked like a college student’s dorm room. A tapestry hung behind the bed, and fairy lights decorated the tops of the walls. Although the floor was carpeted, rugs lay about across the room. It led to a good-sized bedroom, making you realize that this must be the master. A bathroom lay across the hall from the bedroom as well as closet with sheets, cleaning supplies, and other household items. You decided to head back downstairs and go down the other set, leading to what you assumed was the basement.

The door to the basement at the end of the stairs creaked and groaned, and the wood was old. It felt much older than the rest of the house, as if it didn’t belong. With the creaking and groaning, you peered into the basement and gawked in astonishment.

The basement looked like a scene from one of your true crime shows, without any victims or signs of violence of any kind. A chair with ropes along the back of it and its arms stood in the middle of the room, and the rest appeared like a small shop with tools of all shapes and sizes cluttering the walls. A workbench sat at the corner of the room, and nervously you walked over to it. You saw what seemed to be a high-tech collar with unlit bulbs and a keypad attached to it. You lifted it up, realizing that this would fit around an average person’s neck, or a large dog at that. Just out of curiosity, you place it on yourself and slide the lock shut.

The bulb lights up immediately and a humming starts. You feel it vibrate across your throat, and the feeling is unusual to say the least. Feeling around the collar for the keypad, you realized that you never looked for a code to unlock it. A string of numbers pops into your head however, and you inserted this imagined sequence in. To your surprise, the collar unlocked and fell onto the floor, the light stopping once more. You placed it back onto the counter and find two similar smaller holds like it also sitting on the bench. Without locking it, you placed them onto your wrists. They were a bit too large for you, but cold hold someone if needed.

You stepped out of the basement, shivering from the creepiness of it all. Here you were, in a house that you had never seen or been in before with a raining forest outside, a boy’s room full of awards and posters, and an eerie basement. It was unusual to say the least, and you wondered how you got to this place at all. You headed back to the living room and plant yourself onto the couch. You had sunk in and found it cozy, despite the situation. A blanket sits on the other side, so you decided to pull it over towards you. It’s soft and almost melts in your touch. You saw a remote sitting on the coffee table and decided to turn on the television. It jets on, and the first season of Criminal minds appears. You remembered seeing the box set when looking at the shelves earlier, so you were sure it must have come from there.

Before you started the season, a voice inside you urged to grab some paper and something to write with. You get up and go towards the study, where the smell of old books stains the room. You don’t look around much, but find a brand-new lined journal sitting on the desk with a set of Bic pens on top. You take them with back to the couch and start to write. In large letters you write:

SEASON ONE

Underneath it in smaller letters, you begin:

EPISODE ONE: Extreme Aggressor

As you start the episode, you wrote down everything you see; the characters that appear, the unsub, the victims’ names, the city, and what led them to the unsub. You had seen the show before, but it had been a few years. Everyone looked so young, and in a weird way you felt nostalgic. That is, until a certain character appeared onscreen.

Spencer Reid.

He had been your favorite growing up and had been a huge crush for you. But now, seeing him in this show in this strange house, a feeling overwhelmed you had not felt before. Your face got hot, and you could feel your heart pulsing. The palms of your hands begin to calm up, and your stomach twisted into knots. The pounding of your heart and the heat inside you twisted together into a surreal feeling of your entire body pulsing now. You immediately went back to the study and grabbed another journal from the desk, titling this one:

SPENCER

You felt giddy writing his name, and a feeling that you had to record everything about him came over you. You wrote down everything you had remembered about him and watched his every move intensely in the episode. Each time he appeared, a smile appeared on your face, and you couldn’t help but to always keep your full attention on him. In fact, you restarted the episode once it was finished so you could make sure you got everything down in both notebooks.

You continued to watch more episodes, watching each episode twice. Watching it the first time allowed you to record the characters, the unsub, and all the other trivia, although it was hard to stay focused when Spencer was on screen. Watching it the second time gave you all the pleasure of analyzing each of his movements, and record anything and everything about him. He had moments where his softness stood out, and you envied the coffee cup he held with care. How nice to be in his hands like that, embraced by him and his gentleness…

Other times, you could see fierceness in his eyes. As other characters in the show seemed to mock him for going off on tangents or not understanding social cues, you could see the frustration in him. But you. Oh, you hung on his every word, following his rambling sentences until they fell. You may not have understood it all but seeing his mind in action and his excitement overtake made that pulsing feeling come back. It was almost overwhelming, but when Derek Morgan or Hotch passed it off as Spencer being “weird” or “too much,” it infuriated you.

You watched the entire season through, stopping for bathroom breaks or breaks to the kitchen. The pantry was full of teas and coffees, so you made yourself a few cups of earl gray. This new house was growing on you, and its nature went from foreign to cozy quickly. The journals at the end of the season had pages full of notes, quotes, and analysis. You hadn’t realized how sore your hand was from writing until the end of it, or how much you enjoyed it. Categorizing a show, and someone’s life like Spencer’s was not something you had done much before, but it seemed like second nature.

You felt like you had to keep watching, but it was late, and you needed to rest. As you placed your mug of tea into the kitchen, folded up the blanket, and turned off the television your mind replayed the clips of the shows in your head. As you brushed your teeth in the master bedroom and hopped into the large and comfortable bed, the thoughts of Spencer Redi danced in your head. If you imagined it closely enough, you could feel him laying in bed next to you. That idea kept you warm, and you drifted off to sleep.

The idea of Spencer Reid existing in this strange house and the strange new world seemed impossible, but with that thought, you stayed asleep all night long.

hey hi hello

does anyone recall this one fic where the reader is transported to the cm world and literally kidnaps spencer whilst he’s her professof but he falls in love with her and the team doesn’t understand??

i’m desperate and can’t find it

guess who’s decided to make an annie x reader x finnick and make it super cute n fluffy as an apology for what she’s written??

if you’re still taking requests, what about a dark fic for coryo who takes advantage of a reader with one sided love for him, expecting her to be there for him and love him no matter what. so when he comes back to the capitol after all the district 12 drama expecting her to be his one consistency in life, he can’t take it when he sees she’s moved on

LATE TO THE PARTY!

pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: after corio was sent away to district 12, you managed to come to terms with the fact that he did not love you by any means. but what happens when he realises he liked that affection? and what happens when you’re already in a relationship?

warnings: dark!corio, possessiveness, unrequited love (both sides at different times), pining, stalkingish, home wrecker corio, nc kiss, paparazzi, power dynamics/abuse of power for selfish reasons and intimidation

a/n: let’s let corio chase our ass for once 🙄🙄 shorter than i expected but i just wrote it all so here you go!!!

his hair was different.

you didn’t mind it but it’d been a while since you’d seen coriolanus, in all his glory, family name restored, fortune acquired and highway to power paved out. old you, in-love-with-coriolanus you would’ve fainted.

but you had moved on from him.

you had charles now and you could not have asked for anyone better. he was always there for you, actually payed attention to you and was literally everything a girl dreamed for. and you are content. but at times you felt as if it was just that. content. he didn’t challenge you, and your thoughts. he didn’t ignite passion and fire within you, every time he looked at you it was, meh. the sex was vanilla and cute but you always were left frustrated. you were being treated as if you were fragile whilst you wanted roughness.

coriolanus could tell. ever since he came back and saw you with him, you never looked your best as you usually did. whether it was snappiness at interns or fiddling with your nails, something was up. and he took it as a sign, you needed saving. so he did exactly that.

charles had been away on business in district one for a month now. as if him being present and not doing the most when you were together wasn’t enough, now you had nothing. no one. and god were you pent up and frustrated. half of your interns were always stumbling over each other and the rest were too confident in themselves. you needed a vacation. even if for a night only. that came in the form of a party invitation.

if you’d known who’s party invitation then you would have been sure to decline.

the dress you wore wasn’t yours. your maid had delivered it to you whilst you were in your study working. she said it was left on the doorstep, no claim of responsibility but a letter.

I hope you choose to wear it, the dress is almost as gorgeous as you are, Y/n.

- C.S

and for the life of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to think of who it came from. but it truly was breathtaking there was no doubt about it. off the shoulders and red, it complimented you well.

you took note of the amount of reporters which was odd. but you were here to have a good time, best to not focus on them and ruin your day. you were so ready to stuff your face after barely having time for it through the day.

the party was surprisingly tame, there seemed to be a lot of whispering and stares pointed your way but you tried not to let it affect you. perhaps they were surprised by you attending alone? you and charles had decided not to rush your relationship so you’d kept it secret to the larger part of the captiol. only your family and friends knew. but you couldn’t shake the feeling of them knowing something you didn’t.

“everyone please gather for coriolanus outside.” you may have given yourself whiplash at the announcement. this was coriolanus’s party? you never expected him to be the type to hold one in all honestly, let alone dish out speeches. but there he stood tall and towering over. his eyes zeroed in on you the second you joined the moving crowd, it was unnerving to say the least.

the faces in the crowd were largely people you didn’t know personally, first names and last rung through your head as you smiled at some and walked past, trying to make your way to the front. but the crowd seemed to huddle, not letting you through for some reason. a hand on your wrist dragged you away, which had you pulling to have it let go of you. the swarms of heads and bodies obscured your vision and the person was unseen by you.

it wasn’t long before you were being pushed up steps and standing to the side of coriolanus. why the hell did they place you up here?

“the lovely y/n l/n-“ coriolanus stretched his open palm, inviting you to take it. the fuck is going on? your eyes were looking into his for an answer and his were looking at you, secretive. “has been the object of my desire, and after chasing her down, she’s agreed to marry me.” flashes went off every which way as you stood still. there’s no way i heard that right. right?

but him pressing his lips to yours and a hand to your back shook you out of your daydream as you pushed him away. not that anyone noticed. “what are you doing?” you scolded him, your back to the crowd as he smiled, his hand stroking your cheek before leaning down and whispering, “taking what’s mine.”

you couldn’t sleep that night, or in the morning. it was your day off from work yet no one was letting you rest. letters, videos, flowers and more sent to your apartment, all congratulating yourself and your fiancée coriolanus. bleh.

you didn’t even know how you were going to tell charles all that happened. would he believe you? would he hate you? how are you supposed to be with him whilst coriolanus announced your marriage. not engagement, marriage. as in this is happening, and we’re already engaged. you’d be breaking of a marriage that hadn’t been planned nor known, by you at least.

your answer came in the form of charles’s letter, wish you and coriolanus well.

My Dear Sweetheart,

I’d hoped to hear of your time away from me in a good way. That you’d made progress with the interns or been promoted.

But it seems in my time away I’ve left you alone, too alone, for you’ve found comfort in the arms of your past. I wish no ill towards you, nor your soon to be husband Coriolanus. The two of you are a fine match, made for eachother.

I only wish you had told me before I left, for I was planning on surprising you with a ring of my own. I guess it’ll have to wait for another. I know it is selfish of me to say so, but I cannot deny the feelings I still harbour for you.

You’re as kind as a mother, as gorgeous as ever, you remind me of the night stars, I know you will shine bright in the capitol. Your smile brings me to remember all the things I love about you. Your soft skin reminds of silk,and your gentle eyes bring me to sleep, I do hope Coriolanus appreciates you as much as I do. I am always here for you yet I will have to settle for the memories and another woman.

I love you my dear, and I wish you the best.

Yours Only,

Charles

it felt as if your heart had been ripped out, you’d lost the love of your life because of coriolanus’s selfishness. and you couldn’t ever escape from him now.

your love for him was for everyone to see, yet he dismissed it when he had it. but his love for you was a secret, kept close to his heart. he only noticed you once you’d moved on from him, and to coriolanus? you couldn’t move on. too bad you didn’t see it till now.

you were late to the party.

FANDOMS!

so far we have got, hotd, hunger games, six of crows, bridgerton, f1, marvel, harry potter, tvd, pjo, suits and criminal minds.

new additions: the rookie, supernatural and 911

if you have any questions about fandoms and characters feel free to message me!