• Remus: *bending over to pick something up off the ground*
  • Sirius: Please fuck me.
  • Remus: What?
  • Remus: *blushing furiously* Okay! Okay. Just please stop talking, Sirius. We're in the middle of a test.
  • McGonagall: Oh no, do carry on, you've just won me five galleons from Albus.

anonymous asked:

I just want to say that yours headcanons and interactions with everyone here just crack me up so fcking much, honestly, you guys are a true blessing. And, if it's okay, could I request the RFA+V+ Saeran falling hard for MC but they just don't notice, like, at all, and, God help them, they are trying their very best, what the actual fuck MC (it's okay if you don't wanna do the request, I hope you guys have a great day!)

A/N: omg you’re such a cutie thank you <3 ヾ(´▽`*;)ゝ”and did you mean like mc doesnt notice that they’re completely in love with them??? (soRRY im so exhausted lmao) but dude i’m completely mc in that case ripperoni  ~Admin 404


               - I thought…losing his eye was like… enough to show how much he cares about you

               -He’s always making you food and snacks in cute little shapes (especially hearts)

               -When the two of you play LOLOL he’s always giving you the best loot and diving in front of your character to make sure you don’t die

               -Always joining new clubs that either you’re in, or they cover a topic you’re interested in

               -That way, he can spend more time with you and enjoy some of the same things!

               -Not to mention it he actually really enjoys it all and learns something new about you every time

               -He’s even managed to hug you close for long periods of time without turning red or stuttering!

               -But you still! Don’t! See it!

               -You always think he’s just being really nice and a great friend! Sure you secretly like him but you don’t want to ruin the friendship if he doesn’t like you back!

               -Saeyoung’s made it his personal mission to get the two of you together because Yoosung just won’t take initiative and you’re just oblivious as hell


               -He’s always hanging off of you, how are you not even suspicious?

               -Always has an arm around you, hand on your shoulder, even on your knee when the two of you are sitting

               -For fucks sake MC, he kisses your cheek and holds your hand when the two of you walk anywhere are you DENSE??

               -Always bringing you flowers, chocolates, you name it


               -He’s so dramatic about everything. Every time you don’t react to his romantic gesture, he’s practically throwing himself to the floor in a sobbing fit

               -He’s even held you by the shoulders, looked you in the eyes, and told you how much he really likes you

               -You just responded with a tilt of your head, innocently asking, “Like…. you like-like me?”

               - hoW HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED BY NOW?????

               -EVEN AFTER THAT, YOU’RE STILL OBLIVIOUS. MC, why. Just, why. He loves you but wOW


               -She’s not exactly surprised that you don’t realize her feelings

               -More subtle with her emotions than the rest of them

               - even jumin is more open about his feelings for you, who would have guessed

               -She’s always inviting you to attend new cafes, or to show you her favourite ones!

               -Also makes you a lot of coffee/tea and cakes!

               -The two of you spend a lot of time discussing books the two of you have read, and theorize about those that abruptly ended

               -Always looking you straight in the eyes, smiling, and will constantly turn a light shade of red

               -But you don’t get it?? Is she getting a fever? Is it even hot enough in here to make her red like that? Is she alright?

               -You’re always putting your hands on her cheeks, trying to see if she’s ill and it just makes her blush 10x more

               -Dammit MC she’s gonna pass out at this rate, get your hands off of her, just notice that she likes you so the two of you can cuddle and she can get over turning as red as she does!


               -You’d think it’d be really obvious

               -I mean the man has next to no emotions but when you come around he’s practically a puddle on the floor- how in the world don’t you notice?

               -Always making sure you’re comfortable with anything the two of you do

               -If he invites you to lunch and you don’t like the restaurant, he’ll cancel his reservations and find a new place immediately

               -AND HE DOES EVERYTHING HIMSELF. Not once does he ask Jaehee or another employee of his to set up plans or grab something for you

               -Listens to your opinion more than anyone else’s. He’ll take it to heart and do whatever you suggested (that is if it isn’t drastic)


               -The dude tried to move you into his house almost immediately, seriously MC how can you not tell

               -Completely showers you in gifts all the time. If you aren’t there to physically receive them, he’s telling you what he got you and sends you pictures

               -He thinks it’s absolutely adorable that you have no idea, but at the same time it lowkey drives him crazy because he juST WANTS TO KISS YOU, MC. PLEASE. JUST, P L E A S E



               -This lil brat tries to hide that he’s completely in love with you until he just can’t take it anymore

               -Come on he’s built you Robo-cat, gone over personally to protect you, and a lot more, what do you waNT FROM HIM

               -Sends you memes in the middle of the night because he thinks you’ll find them funny

               -Calls you at night just to talk until he can hear you fall asleep on the other end of the phone

               -He’s also buying you a lot of little things because he thought of you when he saw it, and couldn’t bring himself to just leave it

               -You’re the only one he’ll let drive his babies. HIS. BABIES. MC, COME ON

               -Always looking at you like a love-sick puppy. Whenever you do something completely adorable he gets as red as his hair

               -He’ll lightly brush his hand against yours when the two of you are walking close together, and watch to see if he can actually grab your hand

               -Gives you the Flynn Rider smoulder more times than you can count but all you do is giggle because it’s your favourite movie. Your giggle is like heaven but MC whY CAN’T YOU SEE HE LIKES YOU

               -HE EVEN SINGS THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG “KISS THE GIRL”(or he changes the lyrics to boy, depending) TO GET THE POINT ACROSS BUT ALL YOU DO IS JUMP IN ON HIS MUSICAL NUMBER. One day MC, one day.


               -He’s gentle with everyone, but you??

               -Well, he’s gentle but he plays around a LOT more

               -Playfully pushes you, pinches your cheeks, he even does gross shit like lick your cheek okay but i do the same

               -Leans close to you all the time. When the two of you talk, he’s leaning into you, staring into your eyes

               -Y'all even spend the night at each other’s houses watching movies or just talking about life

               -How the hell can you not tell that this giraffe loves you??

               -Always taking beautiful photos of you! Well…almost always

               -His favourite photo album is full of pictures of you being goofy, and packed which terrible candid’s of you, but he lOVES THEM SO MUCH MC LOOK AT HOW AMAZING YOU ARE

               -He plans trips for just the two of you so he can take pictures and you can see the sights! Takes you to romantic dinners! Y'all even go to festivals and carnivals together.

               -He’s always holding your hand because he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd. Or that’s what you think. In reality he just wants to hold your hand; MC please he’s so cute just kiss him already


               -He just plain sucks at sharing emotions

               -But he thought he was pretty obvious?

               -Like there are times that you’re the only one he’ll even acknowledge? That’s pretty self-explanatory there MC

               -He takes you out for ice cream all the time, walks around town, whatever you want. He hates people, he doesn’t willingly go out for that. Unless you want to

               -Always invites you over to just hang out and play some games, watch some movies, or sometimes just to nap

               -Even asks you to teach him how to cook/bake, so he can spend a lot more time with you!

               -Sometimes you give him this dazzling smile that just makes his heart flutter and he can’t even look at you

               -You also like to hug him and he practically passes out every time. It scares you a little bit because you can’t figure out why?? Is he okay??? Are you dead??

               -But he steps out of his comfort zone and hugs you back?? You’re so happy and you absolutely love it! You think that maybe he’s finally becoming more social! You have no idea that he only hugs you because??? It’s you

               -Please just admit you like this man so he can get comfortable MC, he’s too awkward to ask you out himself


For @ransomweek - March 28: “Remember that time…”

warnings: senior year nostalgia, oblivious pining, excessively soft bromance

“Okay,” Lardo said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin they’d been passing around. “Worst class you’ve ever taken?”

The noise of another kegster, not their last together but frighteningly close to it, thrummed through the floor of the attic. Sometime after midnight Nursey and Chowder had started trying to go through various Haus rules, proper kegstand procedure and ratios for tub juice, with the Tadpoles like Holster and Ransom had done for the past two years, and Ransom had found himself hit with senior-year nostalgia again. It was the kind of weird, happy-sad ache that pulled from under his ribs and made him want to hold onto everything tighter.

He was going to graduate in May. He’d been accepted to med programs at Emory and UPenn, and he was waiting to hear back from a couple other schools. His future wasn’t some nebulous concept any more; it felt real. It felt too close. It was so much easier just to melt back against his bed, next to his two best friends, and to soak up the way their words seemed to roll around the room and fill it up completely.

Holster snorted and leaned against Ransom, reaching around him for the bottle but not moving away once he had it. “International Finance Theory with Professor Lawrence.”

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devil’s sonata {pt.3} | M

⇢  PROLOGUE // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 //

Contains: horror, angst {serial killers!au}

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence and death, gore

Words: 6,800

Summary: Taehyung was willing to go beyond the limits of ethics to spread his own, twisted point of view about the beauty of mankind. However, his brief reign came to an end when another artist starts to take inspiration from his work, beating him at his own game and making him learn in the worst possible way that life does imitates art.

Originally posted by taexsmiles

A/N: it’s been 84 years but the update is finally here!! I’ll try to keep the parts a little bit shorter so they can come out more frequently. Sorry for the wait!!

The sky was absolutely melancholic that day. Clouds enveloped the horizon in a monotone waltz of strong winds and heavy rains, dancing on top of tall buildings and oblivious citizens; morphing into a powerful storm as the hours moved along. Icy water poured down on the grey cityscape, ever so faintly attempting to wash away all the putrid sins that whispered amidst the crowded streets; but was not able to cleanse the repugnant grace that decorated the rooftop of a special, secluded building.

Many meters below the overcast skyline, Jung Hoseok pushed his way through the frenzy of stupefied bodies, holding his badge out to any of the spectators that dared to complain about his carelessness. Camera flashes and incomprehensible inquiries echoed all around him, exploding inside his head in the form of the most annoying symphony he had ever experienced; morphing into a headache he knew would not leave him alone so soon.

“Does the police have any clues?” a female voice overlapped the effervescent noise as the agent finally reached the yellow tape, a color that seemed to be mocking him lately. He raised it, and passed below the plastic line. “Your incompetence is allowing for more people to be killed!”

Hoseok clenched his jaw, physically stopping himself from answering something he would regret later. Instead, his steps grew faster as he reached the glass doors of the construction, drops of water running down his face as he mentally cursed every aspect of his current situation. For a miserable second, he was able to see the phantasmagorical reflection of his exhausted face on the translucent surface, turning him into merely another ghost among the city lines, an opaque being with no definite destination ― perhaps, that was what he truly was.

He passed by the empty wooden tables, disregarding the hysteria of soaked, blurry papers scattered around the floor; caused by the window that was left open for the entire night. ‘No signs of breaking in’ still resonated inside his turbulent thoughts, bringing along all the horrible questions he was far too confused to answer. Instead, the man found his way to the cement steps of the building, quickly moving up to the last floor of the static place.

The frigid wind thundered around him as he opened the heavy door to the rooftop, his figure being embraced once again by the monochromatic sky. A mixture of fury and disbelief bloomed inside his gaze as he moved towards the present silhouettes, all of them with their eyes locked on yet another one of the anonymous killer’s expositions.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok called, moving next to the young chief. Jeon glanced at him in pure emptiness, far too flabbergasted to even acknowledge his harsh tone. “What the fuck happened in your damn station?”

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We make fun of Harry for being a bit oblivious and not really perceptive but he probably doesn’t notice most things because he was taught to always keep his head down and not ask too many questions and that stage children go through where they ask 272737 questions and their parents answer them fondly was taken away from him because he’d receive a glare instead of an explanation. He never really had much exposure to the outside world either because they rarely ever took him anywhere or let him watch tv.

anonymous asked:

Can I have slow, long and teasing 2009!Phan smut please !!

this is latelatelate

i added daddy kink bc i’m trash

ew this is shit but it’s 2 am shut up


Dan watched carefully from the doorway as Phil sat down on the edge of his bed, stretching his arms above his head.

He bit at his nails; a bad nervous habit he had developed recently, and gazed at him from under the hair falling in his eyes.

Phil realized after a second that Dan was still just standing there, and raised his eyebrows, sitting up.

“Well c'mon,” he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed; oblivious. “Don’t get shy now, it’s not like you haven’t been in my room before.” He flashed Dan a crooked grin.

Dan let his gaze fall to his feet. Fuck, he was already blushing.

“Hey… what’s up?” Phil asked, finally noticing something may not be right with the younger boy. “Did I say something? I’m really sorry if I did, I-”

“No,” Dan said finally, his voice coming out shakier than he would have liked. “Y-You didn’t say anything. It’s n-not that.”

“So what is it?” Phil shifted on the bed, tilting his head to the side and arching his eyebrows in question. Dan swallowed.

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” Dan blurted, his eyes widening and his face going dark red the second the words were out.

There was incredibly painful awkward silence, as Phil stared at Dan and Dan tried not to cry from the tension.

“What?” Phil finally asked, his voice breaking. Dan avoided his eyes.

“Do you not… want to have… sex with me…?” He repeated, slower. “Do you not, like, see me that way?”

More silence, and Dan felt as if his head would explode.

“Come here.”

He looked up, biting his lip and meeting Phil’s eyes.


“C'mere,” Phil repeated, motioning to him.

Dan inched forward, slowly edging towards Phil as if he was scared he would bite him. He moved to sit next to him, but Phil grabbed his wrist.

“Not there. Here,” he mumbled, tugging the boy down and onto his lap, so he was straddling him. Dan let out a soft gasp.


“Dan.” Phil cupped his face, holding his cheeks in both hands, and searched his eyes. “Of course I want to have sex with you.”

Dan blinked. “Y-You do…?”

“Of course!” Phil smiled. “I just didn’t want to… I didn’t want to push anything.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think you were ready.”

“Are you kidding?” Dan squeaked, placing his hands over Phil’s. “I’ve been ready since I met you. I’ve been really, really ready, and I’m tired of waiting.”

Phil laughed softly, letting one hand fall to Dan’s hip, the other staying on his face. “I just thought-”

“Well don’t think,” Dan breathed, pressing his lips to Phil’s abruptly. Phil froze, before melting into the touch. His hand moved to Dan’s lower back, pulling him closer and licking at his lower lip.

“Dan,” Phil gasped, pulling back and resting their foreheads together. Dan’s mind raced, filled with endless possibilities of what they could do, what he had wanted to do for so long. Maybe he was finally going to get what he wanted. “Dan, you have to be completely positive you want this. I am not stealing your first time, that would make me feel terrible.”

Dan blushed. Phil knew he was a virgin; it had been one of the first things they had talked about.

“I want it,” he whispered, licking his lips, his eyelashes fanning his pink-tinted cheeks. “I swear, I want it so bad. I want you.”

Phil slowly intertwined his fingers with Dan’s, sliding his hand into his. “I think we should go slow.”

Dan nodded, smiling. He wanted this, he really did, but that didn’t keep him from being nervous. Phil seemed so damn experienced, he was so much more mature in Dan’s eyes, he still couldn’t believe he was really in this situation in the first place. In Phil Lester’s bedroom, about to…

Jesus. His heart was just about jumping out of his chest.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

Phil hummed, nodding and mapping out a small area of Dan’s neck with his fingers, tracing the skin. Dan shivered, taking a shaky breath when Phil dipped his head, planting his lips to the spot and sucking.

“Oh…” he breathed, choking on the words. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s waist, holding him closer, and damn, he really seemed to know what he was doing.

Phil really didn’t know what he was doing, not a bit. All he knew was he had dreamed of having Dan in a situation just like this, and now that they were here, he was combining his pure desperate lust with his need to just kiss Dan’s skin as gently as possible, and making it into… whatever he was doing right now.

Phil nipped at Dan’s throat, and Dan tilted his head back, gripping Phil’s shoulders for balance, he whimpered, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of Phil’s mouth and lips and tongue on his skin. He was also focusing on not jizzing his pants.

Phil slid his hands over Dan’s bum, squeezing gently, and a high pitched moan fell from Dan’s lips. He immediately covered his mouth, his eyes widening; embarrassed.

“I-” he started, but Phil just shook his head.

“Do it again.”


Phil kneaded his ass again, sucking at the same spot on his neck, harder. Dan squeaked, moaning loudly and automatically rutting against Phil’s thigh.

“There we go,” Phil hummed, pinching Dan’s flesh and making him jump. “Good boy.”

Dan whimpered at the praise, moaning again and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, clinging to him.

“You’re shaking.” Phil kissed his nose, and Dan caught his lower lip between his teeth.

“Am I?” He whispered back. Phil nodded.

Phil gently tugged at the hem of Dan’s shirt, and Dan lifted his arms above his head. Phil pulled it off, tossing it aside and ridding himself of his own shirt.

In one movement Phil stood, holding Dan up and turning, pinning him to the bed so that now he was on top of him, hovering over him.

“I think you’re shaking too,” Dan breathed, kissing the side of Phil’s mouth.

“Sorry.” Phil laughed nervously. “I just really don’t want to mess this up.”

“You won’t.”

Phil bit his lip. “I could.”

Dan ran his hands over Phil’s shoulders, trying to calm his nerves. It helped to see that Phil was just as scared by this as he was, for whatever reason.

“But you won’t.” Dan pressed kiss after kiss on Phil’s cheeks. “Tell me something.”

“Hm?” Phil mumbled, his fingers gliding over Dan’s stomach.

“Tell me something. Like, something I don’t know.”

Phil chuckled breathily, running his fingertips over Dan’s button and tugging. “I’m slightly allergic to cats.”

“Really?” Dan put his hands on Phil’s, helping him unbutton his jeans, trying to ignore the fire in his stomach. He knew that already. He wasn’t sure there was anything about Phil he didn’t know.

“Mhm.” Phil nodded, his eyes brightening. He slowly and carefully pushed Dan’s jeans down his hips. “My middle name is Michael. But you knew that one.” He licked his lips. “I made a game when I was fourteen. I was really into programming I guess. Still kind of am.”

Dan gasped as Phil’s fingers brushed over his bulge, clinging to him. “That’s- so cool,” he breathed, digging his nails into Phil’s shoulders.


“Don’t back out now.” Dan whined softly. “Please, Phil, need you inside me.”

Phil moaned, nodding slightly and pulling at Dan’s boxers. Dan had no time to even think about being self conscious; Phil had his hand wrapped around Dan’s cock in seconds, his boxers clinging to his hips. Dan whimpered loudly, automatically bucking up into the touch.

Dan desperately tugged at Phil’s zipper, messily pushing his jeans down, and Phil removed them completely.

“How much,” Phil whispered, biting down on Dan’s neck, listening to his soft noises of desperation. “How much do you need me?”

“So much,” Dan gasped, scratching down Phil’s back. “So much, daddy, please-!”

A growl fell from Phil’s lips and he was sucking on his fingers, before pushing Dan’s legs up and circling his hole.

Dan whimpered, whining and squirming as Phil held him still, moaning when Phil pushed a finger in.

“Daddy,” he breathed again, and Phil groaned. He pumped his finger, digging his nails into Dan’s thigh with the other one.

“Dan, Jesus.”

Dan smirked, grinning at him and licking his lips. Phil leaned up to kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth as he carefully added another finger; stretching him.

Phil was not too quick with the stretching; it was Dan’s first time, and it really had to be perfect. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Dan had chosen him for this…

He was always amazed that Dan liked him in the first place.

The next few minutes were filled with soft kisses and moans, clinging to each other like if they let go, it would all be over.

It took Dan a moment but he soon got used to Phil’s fingers, pushing back on them.

“Daddy, please,” he whimpered, meeting Phil’s eyes. “Want your cock, Phil.”

Phil took a shaky breath, and nodded.

“Are you sure you-”

“Yes, damn it!”

Phil laughed. “Alright, fine. Just making sure baby.”

Phil slicked himself up, lining up with Dan so that their hips were aligned, hovering over him. He kissed him softly, slowly pushing in.

Dan gasped, immediately tending up and clinging to Phil’s shoulders like his life support. Phil hummed, kissing his cheeks and all down his jaw.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Focus on me. Focus on the pleasure.” He slowly wrapped his hand around Dan’s dick, rubbing him in time to the thrusts, and soon he was moaning and squirming under his touch.

“Shit,” Dan hissed through his teeth. “Phil…”

“Good boy,” Phil mumbled, slowly thrusting, aiming for the places he knew would make Dan scream. “Doing so well, such a good boy for me, I- fuck…”

Dan moaned loudly, throwing his head back, practically drooling. Okay. Now he got it. It felt really fucking good.

Phil sped up, watching Dan’s face carefully and letting out quiet grunts ever time he moved. Soft noises of pleasure and the creaking of bedsprings filled the room.

“I-I can’t last much longer,” Dan whined, scratching his nails down Phil’s back. “Harder, go harder.”

“Baby I-”


And then Dan let out a noise that was probably the most angelic thing Phil had ever heard, and he was pounding into him, snapping his hips roughly as he fucked into him. Dan shrieked, a continuous wordless stream of moaning falling from his lips.

“I’m gonna- I love you, I love you so much, Phil, fuck-!”

Dan came over Phil’s hand and his stomach, whining loud and high pitched, and Phil gasped.

“Holy fuck,” he managed to groan, burying his face in Dan’s neck and letting go inside him, his hips twitching.

They stayed like that for a moment, Dan gasping for breath, his noises shaky, soaking in what he had done. Phil slowly pulled out, but they stayed tangled up together, all heat and sweat and pure exhaustion.

“I meant it.”

Phil looked up, brushing hair out of Dan’s eyes. “Hm…?”

“I meant it,” he repeated, grinning. “I really do love you, I don’t care if that’s weird.”

Phil’s entire face lit up.

“I love you too,” he breathed. “And I definitely don’t care if that’s weird either.”

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Prompt: Justice League members teasing Bruce about his obvious crush on the reader and she’s kind of oblivious to it? :) by anon

Bruce groaned as he watched Y/N enter the conference room. She had been helping the Justice League recently with paperwork and keeping track of the enormous amount of information that kept flooding in at all times. She was quiet, sweet, and completely and utterly oblivious to Bruce’s affection.

He didn’t think it was obvious, but the other leaguers had picked up on it almost immediately. He honestly though J’onn might have been to blame, if only because of the encouraging looks he would send Bruce’s way when they were all in the same room together. At any rate, now it seemed as though everyone but Y/N knew of his attraction to her.

“So you asked her yet, talk, dark and spooky?” Hal leaned over and asked in a not so quiet tone. Bruce didn’t say anything as he angled his body away from the man. He could practically see the smirk on the Green Lantern’s face widen.

“You know, I think she would probably say yes.” Clark said, over his shoulder. Bruce sent him a glare and superman shrugged and turned back around. Bruce sighed, hoping that was the end of the shenanigans for now.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it,” Barry started. Bruce groaned and rubbed his eyes. He could hear Clark and Hal began to snicker. “But we are your friends and as such we only want the best for you.”

“Y/N is lovely and has a good heart. It would be foolish of you to not take the chance to be with her.” J’onn said softly. Bruce sighed and got up. He walked out of the room and was greatly relieved to find that he was not followed. He had almost made it to the lab when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Wonder Woman standing there.

“What is it, Diana?” Bruce asked tiredly.

“I want to know your intentions with Y/N.” She said. “You obviously have feelings for her, but you do not act on them.”

“It isn’t really something I want to talk about.” Bruce said as he moved to turn away. Diana grabbed his arm and turned him back around.

“Be that as it may, I still want to know. You can trust me to tell no one.” Diana declared.

Bruce sighed. “Fine. I like Y/N. Quite a bit. She is a beautiful, intelligent, and caring woman, but she deserves more than I can give her. I’m broken, Diana. I have been for a most of my life.”

Diana nodded and patted his shoulder sympathetically. “I believe you should give Y/N the chance to decide what she wants and whether or not you are enough for her.”

Bruce sighed and nodded. “You are probably right.”

“No, I am right.” Diana laughed. “Now go talk to her.”

Bruce smiled and went off to find Y/N. He wasn’t quite sure if she would agree to pursue a relationship with him, but he wouldn’t know until he tried.

@cartoonbooknerd: it’s bughead wedding reception and perfect by ed sheeran is their song. They are dancing totally enhanced by each other to notice anything else. There is a big movie screen with clips throughout high school and college days of cute moments and hardships that the gang secretly had filed RelationshipGoals everyone else just watching that. Bughead is totally oblivious. Jellybean is there in mix

@kgrzywnowicz requested a part two to this fic, and the prompt fit so well with it being dancing again that I decided to keep them in the same universe. Thanks for the suggestion!

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the bride and groom to the floor for their first dance,” Kevin announced over the microphone, leading the applause that broke out underneath the white gazebo. Jughead held out his hand to Betty, smiling with unrestrained awe as he gazed upon the flawless face of his wife.

“Come here, green eyes.” Betty bit her lower lip, slipping her fingers through his and letting him lead her to the middle of the room as he had done so many times before. She looped her arms around his neck, fingers playing gently with the soft curls at the nape of his neck, free from his beanie - despite how much she loved him in it, she’d drawn the line at wearing it on their wedding day. He hadn’t minded, she was the only security blanket he needed now. His own arms wound round her waist, pulling her tight against him, eyes never leaving hers. They began to sway gently as the music started playing.

I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

The world blurred away as it always did when they were together, holding onto each other like anchors grounding one another on the turbulent sea that was their lives in Riverdale.

“Do you remember the first time we danced together?” she whispered, voice barely audible as she dared to break the perfect silence. Jughead smirked, looking down briefly before returning his gaze to hers, unable to look away for long. 

“Of course I do, it was the first time I got to kiss you,” he reminisced, heart fluttering at Betty’s grin. “You were also wearing your cheerleader uniform, I’d have difficulty ever forgetting that,” he teased, eyes sparkling. Betty’s mouth dropped open in mock scandal, tugging lightly where her hands still rested in his hair to chastise his crudeness. 

“Yeah, well… you know I think I still have that,” she crooned, looking away in fake innocence, the mischievous glint in her eye betraying her. Jughead gulped.

“Save it for the honeymoon, Mrs Jones,” he murmured slightly choked. Betty sighed at the use of her new name. She’d never get over hearing that. They were one, now and forever, always equal, always together. 

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

They barely noticed the screen lighting up behind them as they twirled across the makeshift hardwood floor that had been set up in the middle of the field for the reception. The midsummer moonlight was so bright, illuminating the couple like a spotlight from nature, like even the universe knew they were meant to be. The inside of the gazebo was shrouded in hundreds of soft yellow string lights, like a flurry of fireflies floating through the air. 

The crowd cooed and awwed as a video of the couple showed up on screen, slightly retouched from when it had first been posted but still shaky. It was Betty and Jughead, years younger but still looking at each other with the same adoring expressions, spinning around the old Blue and Gold office. From looking at the clip you’d believe they were carefree teenagers, falling in lust for the first time, no murder, so secrets, no lies. Just Betty and Jughead, how it was always supposed to be. 

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“You look so beautiful, Betts,” Jughead said, shaking his head almost in disbelief at the girl he held in his arms. He couldn’t believe this angel was his. Her gold and honey hair hung round her shoulders in loose waves. Jughead was aware of the cliche of a summer wedding but he just couldn’t resist the way Betty looked with flowers strewn throughout her hair, yellow and orange daisies, complimenting her lightly tanned skin, making her glow. Her white dress was slightly off the shoulder, cinching her in delicately at the waist before flowing to the ground in a pool of satin and lace. He’d never seen such a vision; she took his breath away and he didn’t ever want it back. 

The screen behind them changed, flicking through various clips of the couple together, all secretly filmed by their friends throughout their lives. Betty and Jughead lying together on the school field, Betty laughing freely at something he’d said to Veronica, causing the raven-haired girl to narrow her eyes at him. Betty sneaking up to Jughead as he napped on the old plaid couch in their office, the sharpie in her hand barely touching his upper lip before his eyes snapped open and he tackled her onto the chair, fingers relentlessly attacking her sides as she gasped out for him to stop. Both of them, completely unaware of the camera as they kissed in their graduation robes, happy that they’d finally made it through, together. Clips of them on the beach, at one of Archie’s barbecues, Veronica’s fashion business launch, Kevin’s wedding. Jughead, hopping nervously from foot to foot as she told him to stand still, what was his problem? Him taking a deep breath as he slid to the ground, balancing on one knee as he told the love of his life that he never wanted to be apart from her, for as long as he walked upon this godforsaken planet. A close up of Betty’s eyes, overflowing with tears, as she nodded her head violently, cupping Jughead’s face as he came up to press a long lingering kiss to her shaking lips. 

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds

A clip of Betty and Jughead in front of their new home, the white picket fence everything Jughead would never admit to anyone but Betty he’d always wanted. 

“I’m so glad we made it, Juggie. Despite everything we’re here,” Betty whispered, her eyes misting over. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, own eyelids blinking rapidly. 

“Me too, Betts. Never doubted it.” 

He couldn’t wait to build a life together, the next chapter in what they had already written. A life, a family. Jughead’s chest tightened at the thought of waking up next to this wonderful woman for the rest of time, her stomach swollen and radiant with their first child, running around with their children in their backyard, taking their family around the world, exploring everything they could in the time they’d been given. It was so perfect it made his head spin. 

I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect

Other couples had started to filter onto the dance floor, surrounding them as they continued to be lost in each other. If this was the best his life got, Jughead thought, then he could die happy. This, Betty, here in his arms, was enough. Always. 

Betty felt a small tap on her shoulder and dragged her eyes away from her husband’s to find Jellybean standing behind her, grinning. 

“Mind if I cut in? I hear my brother is quite the dancer,” she quipped, clearly getting her sense of humour from her brother. Jughead scowled at her jokingly as Betty laughed and released him from her hold. 

“Be my guest, JB,” she replied, casting one last look at Jughead. Before she could move away further, Jellybean enveloped her in a hug, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. 

“Thank you, Betty. For everything you’ve done for him.” A tear slipped down Betty’s flushed cheek.

“The pleasure was all mine.”

Tom and Edd have easter break in the teacher crush au and Tom is super clingy and sad while Edd is like ‘HeLL Y e Ah bREAK MY DUDE’ (When they get back from break, first thing Tom does is say hi to Tord and give him some easter candy, Edd on the other hand is totally oblivious to a clingy Matt who wants some snuggles from his boo)


anonymous asked:

Remus, seeing as Sirius flirts with almost everyone and it's like second nature to him do you ever feel jealous or insecure? If so do you keep it to yourself and bury yourself in your books and ignore it or something or do you get moody? Do you and Sirius ever fight about it? How does it go down? And Sirius, how do feel when people hit on Remus and he's so oblivious to it? Do you get jealous?

Mystery Girl

Warnings: Very short.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader.. kind of.

Y/n y/l/n. the girl with her head in the clouds. She seemed nice, she often dressed in short dresses with flowy skirts and some sort of boots, she often would wear earbuds and hummed along to the music, she often was reading a book between classes; totally oblivious to the outside world.

She was gorgeous, but very mysterious. She almost never spoke unless completely necessary, and although she often sat by herself during lunch, she seemed completely content and happy in her own world.
Peter didn’t really know what to think of this girl. She was very intriguing, but whenever he’d try to talk to her, he became intimidated with her lack of connection to the outside world.

So one day y/n was walking to class listening to music with a slight skip in her step, when Peter happened to bump into her. Literally.

He jerked his had out of his locker a little to fast and thwacked straight into her. Her books tumbled to the floor. She looked very concerned at first, but then cocked her head to the side, smiled kindly, and began to pick up the books before Peter could offer her a hand.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Peter held his hand out to help her up, but she didn’t respond. Then he realized, she still had her earbuds in and couldn’t hear a thing.

After she stood up she glanced at him for a moment, and then quickly turned away, her face turning red. She brushed off her skirt and then began her walk to class again. That same happy skip in her step.

Originally posted by jessikaort

This is very short, I might do a part two though. Should I?

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“translation: i love you and i don't want to lose you”

Lots of fan press has been given to all the different ways the Doctor said I Love You to Clara. Not enough, I think, has been given to how Clara has said the same thing (aside from that one moment during Mummy on the Orient Express). There are those who say there’s wiggle room on “If you love me in any way, you’ll come back.” OK, fair enough. It’s a little harder to wiggle out of “You’ve made yourself essential to me”. This is Clara saying she can’t live without the Doctor - having just demanded that he die with whomever comes after her, “not with me”. She’s wearing a neon sign around her neck on this.

And what’s even more remarkable: there is nothing in this scene, nothing, to hint that the Doctor is in any way oblivious to what Clara is saying. This is also key because the Doctor often does act oblivious … not this time.

anonymous asked:

do you think H is used to girls or anyone in general falling under his charm?? how would he react if you weren't so enamoured by him, not so much as of you don't like him but you don't moon over him either

I bet he doesn’t realize it as much as we think he does. I’d like to think he’s rather oblivious about it - as in, he knows he’s got fans, and he knows we think he’s the most delicious summertime peach, but I don’t think he realizes what a hold he has on us (and the world).

And, honestly, if he were interested in someone who weren’t interested in him, he would probably see it as a challenge to overcome. If you were nonchalant about him, maybe brushing him off and not returning his advances, he wouldn’t stop until he at least got you to admit that he was cute. And it wouldn’t be over-the-top, either. It would be more along the lines of him dropping you a sly text or trying to flirt with you from across the room at parties, maybe swiping a hand across your waist as he walked by. He’d slowly chip away at your exterior until you cracked to the point of admitting that yeah, he’s not all that bad.

anonymous asked:

Companions react to finding a old pre war porno magazine of fem sole without her knowing. Platonic and Romanced please.

Cait: (Non-romanced). In truth, Cait wasn’t all that surprised. Sole had hinted at it jokingly and had even let the secret slip out while the two were in a drunken stupor. Cait had never been positive if Sole had been joking or not, but seeing Sole posed in frilly lingerie just made Cait know for sure. (Romanced). The moment Cait laid her eyes on the dirty magazine, she was already happy, even though she was completely oblivious to the fact that Sole was plastered on a few of the pages. She thumbed through the grimy pages, smiling. However, as she reached the end, she had to look twice at the pages to make sure it was Sole. So much to her dismay, it was her beloved. Cait felt proud of Sole. 

Curie: (Non-romanced). “Mon dieu!” The synth squealed, throwing the magazine to the floor. Curie was thoroughly embarrassed, for both herself and Sole. Curie then proceeded to occupy herself with a separate task, her face red and her brows furrowed. She wasn’t sure if she could face Sole after seeing that. (Romanced). “Mon cherie!” She gasped to herself, eyes widening at the sight. “That cannot possibly be my Sole, can it?” Curie studied the photograph closely, coming to the conclusion that it was in fact her beloved Sole. She wasn’t disappointed, just a little alarmed. 

Danse: (Non-romanced). He could have sworn his eyes popped out of his skull when he saw Sole decorating the pages of such a filthy magazine. (One that he picked up knowing what it was, and was intending to enjoy it to the absolute fullest extent. Not that he would ever admit it). He cleared his throat and his eyes fixated on a single image of Sole. Danse was absolutely speechless, he never thought he would see Sole in such an exposed state. It was completely inappropriate. But…He didn’t mind. (Romanced). Never before had he been overcome with such an unrelenting, primal lust for Sole. He focused his sight on Sole and Sole only, eyes darting from one location to another. He was so taken back by the sight that he failed to realize that he had the real thing at home, eagerly waiting for his return. 

Deacon: (Non-romanced). “Looking good, boss.” He muttered under his breath, his jaw clenching at the sight of the barely clothed Sole. Deacon had caught himself admiring Sole from time to time, but never like this. Chills ran over his body, shoulders tensing. He imagined Sole and how they would look if they posed for a dirty magazine, but what he was able to come up with in his mind wasn’t as nearly as good as the real thing. (Romanced). Deacon had always wanted to see Sole in lingerie, but the opportunity had yet to arise. Well, until now anyways. (Under different circumstances, that is). He admired the sight, smiling like a fool. He loved it. 

Hancock: (Non-romanced). Hancock had a feeling this is what they would look like in this sort of situation. A skimpy outfit, a lustful and exaggerated look, splayed out for the viewer’s pleasure. He chuckled to himself, eyes half-lidded as he treated himself to the view. (Romanced). “Well, well what do we have here?” His ghoulish eyes skimmed over the picture of Sole, a crooked grin forming at his lips. “Can’t have anybody seeing her like that, that sort of thing is reserved for me.” He pocketed the magazine, truly only because seeing her in such a state was a privilege reserved for him. He didn’t need a magazine with her in it, he had her.

MacCready: (Non-romanced). Immediately, and without any hesitation, he stuffs it into his bag. Mac scolded himself, he shouldn’t be looking at his boss like that and he honestly felt a bit weird about it considering how close the two had grown in the past few months. It was purely platonic and he knew it. However, Mac was shameless and for all he knew, it was “limited edition”. Well, that’s what he told himself, anyways. (Romanced). “Awe Sole, you shouldn’t have.” He purred, a toothy grin replacing his usual grimace. Oh boy did he love this, now he had Sole with him at all times! No more lonely nights away from her. 

Nick: (Non-romanced). Even if it was too good to be true, Nick restrained himself and didn’t bother looking further. If he had, he would have felt dirty and he would have felt as if it was a breach of their privacy. Sole probably assumed that those magazines were long gone, but Nick figured it would be the right thing to do to let her know what else lurked in the Commonwealth. (Romanced). “I think this is enough detective work for one day.” The synth laughed to himself, flipping through the pages that contained images of his lover. He enjoyed the novelty for what it was worth, but in all reality, he had no use for that sort of thing. After all, Sole was waiting for him at home. 

Piper: (Non-romanced). “Awe, Blue…Seriously?” Piper cringed, feeling filthy only after taking an unwanted glimpse. Truthfully, Piper was a bit disappointed in Sole. They could have done something else. “Literally anything else.” Piper told herself. It wasn’t her place to judge, and she knew that, but she couldn’t help but feel a little grossed out. (Romanced). “Oh, Blue…” Piper’s cheeks flushed a bright red as she took a deep breath. Her eyes zig-zagged across the pages, only taking peeks. Even if Sole was her girlfriend, she didn’t feel right looking at something like this without Sole’s knowledge. 

Preston: (Non-romanced). “General!” He choked, eyes fluttering out of embarrassment. Preston gently laid the magazine back in its place, making sure he didn’t look at it again. In reality, he wouldn’t mind taking another peak, but this was his General, and he felt odd looking at something so…Personal. (Romanced). “Oh man, General…” No matter how much Sole corrected Preston, he couldn’t seem to correct his habit of referring to them as “General”. He longingly gazed at the printed page, as if he hadn’t felt the touch of another in a lifetime. When in all reality, Sole had given him a kiss goodbye just hours prior to him leaving to scavenge. Preston decided to head home, looking forward to enjoying a tangible sole. 

X6-88: X6 didn’t really know how to react in this sort of situation. In fact, he wasn’t quite sure if coursers could be programmed to experience the feelings associated with what he saw. 

also can we like talk about how On Point they were with writing billy as autistic?? i mean yeah it wasn’t perfect but they included:

  • obviously some obliviousness to sarcasm/jokes but also
  • adverse reaction to physical contact
  • special interests
  • bluntness (not cruel bluntness but just extremely honest and always nice)
  • i got vibes of some overload happening

and on top of that he was such a Good Noodle and he was treated respectfully