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Crush [R.L.]

Character: Remus Lupin
Word Count: 924
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: The Marauders constantly tease Y/n about her crush on Remus. After months of denying it to them, Y/n finally cracks, admitting to it. A certain Mr Lupin overhears…
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

Note: This is my very first Remus Lupin fic… I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I tried my best 💖x

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“Well hello there Mrs Moony,” Sirius greeted you as you walked into the common room that day. You turned to glare at him, “Will you stop calling me that?”

“I don’t think I can,” Sirius said with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes, you sat down on the couch besides James and sighed.

“You know Y/n, you should just admit that you fancy our dear wolfy friend, and we’d stop this. If you really think about it, it’s your fault we tease you,” James said with an innocent grin.

“I don’t fancy Remus, okay? I don’t know where you got the idea that I do, but-” You were interrupted.

“Maybe because you’re always staring at him.”

“And you blush every time he speaks.”

“And you stutter around him.”

“And you wrote it in your diary-”

“I don’t have a diary,” you said, confused. “Yes, but if you did, you’d have pages on just his hair,” Sirius replied, “Because we know how much you love his hair.”

A blush started to form on your face as you avoided eye contact with either of the boys. “Awww, look Pads, she’s blushing,” James cooed, his grin almost reaching his ears. “Come on, Y/n, we’ll stop this when you say that you love Moony,” Sirius said as he pushed a loose strand of hair out of his face, “All you have to do is say the words.”

“You guys are impossible,” you grumbled, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like Remus in that way?”

“If it makes you feel any better, Moony has been in love with you since first year,” James said casually, lifting his feet to rest them across your lap. You almost choked on air, “W-What?”

“Yeah, he’s always going on about how perfect and amazing you are, and how he wishes he could be with you. It gets really annoying if I’m honest,” James said, yawning as though it was the most boring thing he had said in his life.

“H-He loves me?” You stuttered, your heart racing, “You’re lying. You’re just trying to make me admit that I love Remus!”

“So you do love him,” Sirius smirked, crowing his arms over his chest triumphantly.

“N-No! I didn’t say that!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Prongs, help me out here, didn’t she just say she loved Moony?” Sirius whipped his head round to look at his best friend.

“He’s right, Y/n. You can’t go back on your word now,” James backed Sirius up, and Sirius nodded at him proudly.

“Can you two just leave me alone for once?” You complained with a frown.

“We will. Once you admit it,” James told you.

“No.”

“Just admit it!” Sirius yelled loudly, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.

“Fine! I fancy Remus! Are you happy now?! Merlin, you’re both so bloody annoying!” You yelled out.

Sirius nudged James, and they both stood up, large grins on their faces that put you on edge.

“We knew it,” Sirius said smugly, his signature smirk still resting on his face. He then looked somewhere over your shoulder and his face lit up.

“Oh, hey there Moony!” Sirius said loudly, “We’re just leaving.”

You felt your heart stop and your face flooded red. Slowly turning around, you saw that Sirius, for once, was actually telling the truth, and Remus was stood in the doorway to the common room, his mouth fallen in a slack ‘o’ as he stared in your direction.

“P-Please tell me you didn’t hear any of that,” you whispered, your breathing shaky.

Remus took a step towards you slowly. You could see the shock on his face, and it made you anxious not knowing whether it was good-shock or bad-shock. “I.. um.. I heard it,” Remus said in disbelief, “D-Did you mean it, or did you just say it to make them be quiet?”

He could feel his own heart thumping in his chest, hoping against hope that you would say you meant it. His hands curled into fists in his jumper sleeves as he waited in anticipation for your answer.

“If I said I meant it, what would you do?” You asked quietly, trying to avoid looking into his chocolate brown eyes and instead playing with your fingers nervously.

You saw Remus’ face flush as he gulped. He took in your appearance: the way your face was flushed pink, how your hair fell perfectly against your cheeks, and how your eyes seemed to sparkle, even in the simple glow of the fire. He especially took note of how pink your lips were, and never before had the urge to kiss you been so strong. He finally replied, hypnotised by how beautiful you looked illuminated by the flames, “I’d do this.”

Before you could comprehend what was going on, his soft lips had crashed onto yours, taking you completely by surprise.

You felt all your emotions come to play at once as your arms wrapped around Remus’ neck, tugging softly at the loose tufts of hair, resulting in soft moans from his part. His hands gently ran down your frame, gently holding onto your hips as the pads of his thumbs rubbed circles over your shirt.

“I guess this is a good time to tell you that I fancy you too,” Remus mumbled against your lips, and you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face.

“Well aren’t you two just adorable,” a voice mused from behind the couch you were sat on.

“SIRIUS!”

Bat Boy Headcanons Bed Partners

We are looking at the batboys as bed partners. Not necessary with a focus on NSFW themes, but they’re there.


Dick:

-Blanket. Hog.

-Say it one more time, all together now, this man is a blanket hog. After many a night waking with shivers and losing the battle to wrest a sliver of your bedspread to cover yourself (good God, what is his grip strength?), you begin to keep an old comforter at the end of the bed. When it’s time to sleep, if Dick happens to be staying over, you split the blankets in two. He can have the top sheet and the fluffy, fancy duvet. You’re fine curled up in the worn floral cotton cover that had been on your bed in girlhood. Warmth is warmth, Martha Stewart home-goods be damned.  

-The added comforter makes for awkward, bulky snuggling. You tried to maintain the post-coital sleep cuddles a handful of times, but with the burrowing nature of the sleeping Richard, spooning through the night was abandoned in favor of pressing your backs together. Most times, sex or no sex, you take a shower and emerge to find him curled under the fancy covers facing the wall. You know he’s not sleeping, but you both pretend. By the time you’ve gone for a shower, everything that needed saying was said. You creep into bed and settle in. Slowly, wordlessly, you inch together until the lengths of both your bodies are pressed tightly against one another. He even points his toes.

-Bless him.

-In the morning, fucking morning glory jostles you a few times before rolling his entire body weight over you to “squish you awake.” He chuckles and coos at your angry huffs and groans. Asshole.

-He makes you breakfast to make up for the squishing. Gross whole-grain related hot cereal breakfasts, but whatever. He didn’t hafta’ make it, and that’s what counts.

-You’re not a morning person, by nature. The inherent conflict between someone with your night owl tendencies and his cheery, perky, frighteningly sunny disposition before noon tends to cause friction. At least… you expected it to cause friction. In actuality, he’s just infectiously chipper? It’s hard to stay upset when your house smells like brown sugar and fresh fruit and he’s all smiley.

-Damn him.


Jason:

-This poor boy generates more heat than a top of the line WE radiator. We’re talking damp sheets and a bunched up comforter kicked to the foot of the bed every frickin’ night. You own pajamas. You used to sleep in pajamas. Now you’re too damn hot. Not in a fun, hot and bothered way. No. Hot in the “Jason, I swear to God, if you don’t get your heavy, sweaty arm off of me, I’m kicking you” sort of way.

-For the most part, he doesn’t really sleep. At least, you don’t think he does. He seems to nap in quick bursts, but will stay with you through the night without protest or excuse when asked.

-He sleeps so hard when he rarely slips past his usual doze to full unconsciousness that it doesn’t really matter what you say, nothing can be done. You are trapped in the crushing embrace of your sweaty boyfriend.

-At least he mostly smells good, cigarette breath aside.

-You like cuddling. Previous boyfriends had requested separate blankets or a pillow wall because, Jesus, you are a monster. What Jason does cannot be called cuddling. It’s huddling. He huddles you.

-Your back to his chest. One bicep under your neck and, somehow, that same forearm is positioned in a bar back over your chest so your cheek sits on his elbow. Is it still a headlock if done out of affection?

-You don’t know.

-The other arm gets tossed over your belly. It fastens your torsos together with a firm hold kept in place because he burrows that hand beneath your hip. When he takes deep breaths you’re sort of squeezed. It’s a happy turn of events that you aren’t claustrophobic.

-You’re not sure what happens to your legs. You’ve never managed a look down at them while being huddled. Suffice to say that they are not your own.

-When you absolutely have to extract yourself from him, a lot of squirming is involved. 100% honesty, you have elbowed him awake. You had half an hour before work and were dangerously close to pissing your scant pjs.

-Drastic times, yo.

-On the nights when he just naps, mornings are whatever. The huddling is not at DEFCON 1 levels of nuclear crisis, so you just slip out of bed with some wiggling and start getting ready for the day. Within 30-45 minutes, he drags himself out of bed and gloomily sucks down the coffee you offer to him.

-The morning of the elbowing incident he stayed in bed. You haven’t talked about it.

Tim:

-The first time you invited Tim over to stay the night, you tucked yourself in while he was hunched at the foot of your bed working on some big project for his company. When you woke up he… he was at the foot of your bed clacking away on that project. He had not moved. He had not slept.

-Like, thanks Edward. I totally invited you over so that you could watch me snore and drool on my pillow instead of fall into a similar state of vulnerable unconsciousness as a relationship building exercise.

-I’m not inviting you back.

-You do invite him back. You also impound his laptop, his tablet, and his smartphone after 11:30 and physically wrestle him into bed. He resists. Desperately.

·         “I have to finish that in the next  36 hours. I don’t have time for sleep.”

·         “But I’m working on a project for Bruce! I can’t stop until it’s finished.”

·         “I took a long nap today. I’m not sleepy.” (Spoken as he yawns.)

It almost reminds you of tucking your kid brother in when he was spoiled and four, but you don’t want your brain making those kinds of connections, and wait… what? No.

-He falls asleep in exactly 23 minutes. Yes, you timed it. If that’s creepy, you don’t care.

-Once actually bedded, Tim is a pretty ideal sleeping partner. No snoring. No copious drool. Mild mumbling here and there when repositioned. You even manage to arrange the both of you into one of those cute couples’ sleeping positions from the movies with your head all on his chest and his nose resting in your hair.

-It is comfortable for 10 minutes, then you move because your arm is asleep and your neck sort of hurts.

-When you wake up, he is gone. There is fresh coffee in your kitchen and also a note signed with the extremely professional full signature of Timothy Drake. You don’t know what to make of that, and honestly, the fact that it is sitting so neatly beneath a sloppily drawn heart doodle serving as the “sincerely” only serves to further confuse you at such an early hour.

-Nights with Tim are always one of these two options: he is up doing some ungodly thing on the internet or sleeping like a rock that somehow rises gracefully before the dawn and never, never wakes you up to say goodbye.

Damian (obviously, significantly older):

-He is surprisingly calm? You are a bundle of nerves strapped into the fourth pair of pajamas you tried on before leaving the closet, and he’s just standing there in pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt staring at you like, “What the hell took so long? Please tell me you know how to dress yourself by this age.”

-Every time it is like this. This is not the first time you have slept beside him, but you just want to tie yourself into a knot and die because, oh my GOD, why is he so  p r e t t y?  

-Your roles in this relationship are utterly reversed every time it comes down to crawling under some covers. Unfortunately, he even does awkward with more grace than you. Where he usually is painfully formal and stilted in old fashioned ways that amuse you to no end, you’re just like… a mess. A hot mess in blue striped pajamas brimming with nervous giggles and a distinct lack of eye contact.

-He insists that you sleep on the wall side. When you ask, horrified by a premonition of you crushing him in the middle of the night trying to scramble for the bathroom half-asleep, he patiently explains for the seventh time that he has made an honor-bound promise to protect you. You cannot sleep on the outer edge of the bed. If there were to be an assailant, they would have easy access to you while he was hindered by an inferior position deeper within the gully of the mattress.

-Yup. Used the exact words “gully of the mattress.”

-What were you worried about? He’s still your scrub. A pretty scrub, but an awkward scrub who cannot hold a conventional conversation in a bucket with a speech guide.

-When your strange, flighty demeanor calms into your more usual behavior, you settle in nicely. You both like sleeping on your back. He stretches one arm beneath your pillow, and you tuck neatly into his side.

-He is warm. Damian smells like soap and tea and something musky and mannish that isn’t indicative of cologne. It is a good smell, and you always sleep wonderfully when he stays over.        

i get the feeling whoever conceived of/designed Black Hat was absolutely Aware of what they were doing bc that bit at the end where the girl conjures a big buff version of him in nothing but underwear and then climbs on it while it flexes is really on the nose

i mean if luring Hot For Villain types is what they were going for, good job, it’s working, i’m not even really in that niche and i’ll still admit it, i love his big toothy face and how expressive his facial animation is already, but that right there is what we would call “flying close to the sun”

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Hermione makes a group chat for homework purposes, but as it turns out just having teenage banter with eachother is a lot more fun  


Excerpt:

Harry Potter: Don’t mind @Ronald Weasley, he had a bit too much coffee this morning

Ronald Weasley: There is no such thing as “too much coffee”

Draco Malfoy: @HarryPotter do you mean to say your ginger friend got drunk before classes even started?

Theodore Nott: What do you mean with drunk? Drunk on caffeine?

Draco Malfoy: You didn’t drink it yourself?

Theodore Nott: No I stick to tea like a proper english man

Draco Malfoy: Tea originally comes from India, if anyone here should stick to tea it’s @HarryPotter

Harry Potter: Oi! My dad was half Pakistani, not Indian

Draco Malfoy: Well there’s a big tea tradition in Pakistan too so it still fits

Ronald Weasley: Guys why did @DracoMalfoy say I got drunk? I’m not drunk???

Harry Potter: You kind of are. You’ve been drinking Irish coffee

Pansy Parkinson: Haha Mcgonagall is going to murder you

Ronald Weasley: DID YOU JUST TELL ME I’VE BEEN DRINKING ALCOHOL JUST BEFORE MCGOOKS TRANSFIGURATION LESSON???

Draco Malfoy: Calm down @RonaldWeasley, no need to yell in the early morning

Ronald Weasley: I DO NEED TO YELL IN THE MORNING I AM HIGH ON CAFFEINE AND DRUNK ON ALCOHOL WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO??!????)??

Blaise Zabini: You could come over to my dorm, I have some potions that could help

Draco Malfoy: @BlaiseZabini you are totally ruining this precious moment

Buzzkill

Blaise Zabini: As far as I know I’m only being polite to person I’d like to get to know better, which I’ve found to be much more efficient than stalking

Neville Longbottom: @BlaiseZabini did you stalk @RonaldWeasley first then?

Blaise Zabini: No but @DracoMalfoy and @HarryPotter have stalked each other for ages yet they are barely on speaking terms while I’m heading towards an empty dormitory with three free king size beds accompanied by a half drunk and very handsome redhead

Hermione Granger: If you take advantage of him I will pickle your balls with poison and shove them down your mother’s throat

Blaise Zabini: I would rather die than do such a thing don’t worry @HermioneGranger

Harry Potter: I never stalked @DracoMalfoy, he was the one stalking me

Draco Malfoy: I never stalked @HarryPotter, he was the one stalking me

Hermione Granger: Oh come on guys just get a room already

Dean Thomas: Please stop denying it and get a room you two

Pansy Parkinson: Cut it out and smash already it’s not that hard

Neville Longbottom: Well if it’s not that hard smashing might be a bit difficult

But there are pills for that

Ronald Weasley: CUT IT OUT GUYS IM NOT DRUNK ENOUGH FOR THIS

Draco Malfoy: Clearly you people are too drunk for this. I never stalked @HarryPotter

Harry Potter: Then what about last night @DracoMalfoy?

I realise now that that came out incredibly wrong

Draco Malfoy: No shit Sherlock

Neville Longbottom: Oeh, what about last night @DracoMalfoy????????

Draco Malfoy: I am refraining myself from strangling the lot of you by heading towards transfiguration early and if @HarryPotter wants to join me I wouldn’t object

Harry Potter: You know you could just ask if I want to walk with you instead of sending this cryptic fancy stuff

But fine I’m coming

Neville Longbottom: Well someone’s got an exhibitionism kink

Theodore Nott: Getting off in the great hall already? Someone’s got it bad for a certain blonde….

Harry Potter: Yeah I get off on the sight of @DracoMalfoy leaving a room. Truly proves that I love him, now happy?

Neville Longbottom: Yes, very. Can we go ahead and plan the wedding now?

Ronald Weasley: I am drunk for 2 minutes and suddenly my best mate is engaged with a ferret wtf

Ronald Weasley changed the chat name to “He got off, he got off, he got off”

Harry Potter: I get the feeling that “I didn’t fucking die for this” is becoming my new catchphrase

But seriously guys

I didn’t fucking die for this


Look! I made a new chapter! Be proud of me!

Btw there’s more of this on ao3, this is just a part of it

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I would love to fight by her side and maybe make out with her a bit

SHORT FICS REC | -15k words fics, all tropes
manip | other recs | rec page 

strangers to lovers:

‘Til I Tasted You, 14k
if i had the chance, the things i would do to you, 14k
Hold My Heart, 14k
Hit the Heartbrakes, 13k
Just a Fine and Fancy Ramble, 13k
i think that possibly maybe i’m falling for you, 11k
Right Side of the Wrong Bed, 10k
All the Lines We Cast Will Bring Us Home, 10k
Ever Since, 10k
Nothin’ I Would Rather Do, 9k
there was a reason i collided into you, 9k
Down the Field, 9k
Spin Me Like A Record, 8k
Second Time’s the Charm, 8k
i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam, 8k
Like A Crow on A Wire, 7k
The Way You Make me Feel, It’s Real, 7k
Tesco, 6k
Cake Sword, 6k
Ain’t My Fault, 6k
I made a map of your stars, 5k
You Spin Me Right Round, 4k
Puzzle Pieces, You and Me, 4k
In This Light, 4k
What more can I do?, 4k
my song has not been sung, 2k
Check Please, 2k
cause you cut through all the noise, 1k
Push And Pull Like Magnets Do, 1k   

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classy guises 

Let’s Dine

New York, USA; May 2014

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Photo by Danger In Design [Erica & Elly Ang]

Hello friends!! So to celebrate 6k+ followers, I promised you all that I would finally get onto doing a bullet journal system post- and a mini-tour of my own bullet journal.

What is the bullet journal system?

The bullet journal system is a planning system designed for rapid logging tasks using ‘bullets’ and 'collections’ to organise your day to day life. It can be used by anyone, for students, for professionals and even for the everyday person. It was designed by Ryder Carroll. I suggest watching the original bullet journal videos before proceeding with your system to get down to basics. 

It can be customized as minimally or as decoratively as you would like- it’s your adaption of the system that matters. Ryder Carroll even stated that “If you look forward to coming back to your book and feel like it’s your ally, then you’re doing it right.” and praised both simple journals and embellished ones too. Each bullet journal system is unique from one another. As long as you are following the skeleton of the original system and enjoying your own journal and achieving your goals- you’re doing everything right. There is no set rules of aesthetics- so whether your bujo is simple or not, as long as you’re enjoying yourself then you’re a-okay!

Do I need x or y skills/stationery to have a successful bullet journal?

No not at all. You don’t need a Leuchtturm1917, a Moleskine, a Rhodia, a Hobonichi or a fancy notebook. A simple notebook would work too. You don’t need fancy pens, fine liners, markers, coloured pencils to pretty up your system too.  You only need a pen. One of my close friends uses her bullet journal with just her pen and a small A6 notebook she found from the local book store. There are no specifications of what size, style or paper you have to have with a bullet journal! You don’t need washi tape to decorate your journal, but if you want to- go for it!

You don’t need to have the most perfect handwriting or fancy lettering skills or drawing skills. Your journal doesn’t need to be artistic if that doesn’t fit into your lifestyle. Some people prefer to have distinguished headers so they can easily scan through a page and find what they need.  Some people don’t have the time to make their pages pretty- to fit into the “studyblr aesthetic”. Some people can’t afford buy fancy stationery and notebooks: and that’s totally fine.

Why the bullet journal system?

It’s not for everyone! And that’s alright. But the reason why the bullet journal system is so popular is because it’s so customizable and can be personalized. People use this for journaling, for tracking every day habits and for writing notes and many other reasons. It’s such a simple system and can be started right now in any notebook you have.

You don’t need fancy notebooks or special supplies to start your bullet journal. You only need a pen and a notebook so you can get started. However, some people don’t like having to create titles for their pages and that’s fine- you can also bullet journal in a planner system too! But you can discontinue it any time you want and go back to regular planning if you wish.

What’s in a bullet journal?

Every bullet journal needs the basics. Every bullet journal should follow at least some elements of this skeleton.

  • An Index - A compiled list of your pages for future reference.
  • A Key - A compilation of your bullets for your system. Bullet points distinguish the difference between a task, it being completed or moved. They also distinguish whether or not it’s an event too.
  • Future Log - A list of future events for the upcoming months; usually for the next three months or for next year.
  • Monthly Log - Where you transfer events from your future log, an overview of the current month’s tasks, events and projects.
  • Daily Log - Daily tasks which are rapidly listed through the day. Notes are usually written under the current day. If a task isn’t finished in one day, it can be easily transferred to the next page using a 'moved task’ bullet.
  • Collections - Collections are lists of whatever you wrote down in your 'notes’ during a week. Books you have read, shows you watched, things you want to collect? Put it in a collection.

There are so many different adaptions of the bullet journal system!

My Adaptation of the Bullet Journal System

My bullet journal has been altered slightly from Ryder Carroll’s and embellished for my personal enjoyment. It’s been tweaked and changed many times and designed for what I need to track! I like to theme my weeks and pages to one colour to keep things simple – sans the colour coding I have for specifics like Work or Uni. It’s simple yet decorative at the same time and it’s perfect for me. I use a Leuchtturm1917 grid notebook, for reference.

This is how I shaped my bullet journal to be mine!

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Sorry Not Sorry

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr

Summary: The reader starts her relaxing vacation in Denver, Colorado. Or at least tries to…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Written for @dancingalone21 ‘s Summer Escape Challenge! My location was Denver, CO. Also, grumpy Jensen is grumpy…


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I want a girl that’s okay with silly dates. Dressing up and going to a fancy dinner is fine but I want a girl who’d be ready to go to the arcade at 4pm on a Thursday just because it’s there. I want a girl who’d go on NYC tour buses and act like a complete tourist with me. I want a girl who’d go to the movies with me and watch the newest Pixar films even if we’re the oldest people there. I want a girl who’ll go to the amusement park with me. I want a girl who considers playing wii sports all day a date. A girl who doesn’t need fancy dates, expensive nights and money to have fun. I want a girl who won’t complain about having dominoes for dinner because I can’t afford a fancy restaurant. I want a girl who’ll text me date ideas that include carnivals or karaoke night. I want a girl I’ll have fun with. I want a girl who won’t mind staying in all night watching movies together in a homemade fort. I want a girl who’ll cook meal with me but when we burn it we will look at each other and we know to order Chinese food. I want a girl who won’t give up on me because I’m broke, but when I want to spoil her I want her to let me. I want that girl.