and the rest of the top ten

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Winner, winner, chicken dinner

Originally posted by littlereddo

Loser, loser, turkey snoozer

Originally posted by goldoof

Someone who deserves their own section

Chester Bennington (No. 3, music) passed away last week. The response from his fans was immediate and incredibly emotional. Chester and the rest of Linkin Park played a therapeutic role in so many lives. He will be deeply missed by millions and millions.

Mental health can be hard to talk about, but it’s important to remember you do have people to talk to if you need it. No matter who you are, no matter what you’re going through, there are resources out there to help.

Rest in peace, Chester Bennington.

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

Chat Noir Sings

Adrien Agreste rarely sings, but when he does, has a lovely, almost transcendent signing voice.

Chat Noir? Does not.

He sings constantly when he’s on patrol, but his voice is horrific. Where Adrien’s voice is soft, angelic, Chat Noir yowls and shrieks with the most dramatic choreography he can invent. There are clips on the Ladyblog of him butchering “One Day More” from Les Mis while parkouring dramatically across the Paris Capitol Building, including climbing the flagpole to stand atop it during Enjolras’ part, then swinging all the way down for Javert. All of Paris knows that Chat Noir is a terrible singer, but they appreciate his enthusiasm–except Ladybug, of course, who seriously wishes he would stop for just ten goddamn minutes, is that too much to ask?

Until one night, when the two of them are resting on top of the Eiffel Tower, and Ladybug absentmindedly begins to sing to herself. It’s not anything big, just something stupid and pop-y–just a silly little ditty by some pop singer that she hasn’t been able to get out of her head–when suddenly she hears Chat join in with a perfect, lilting harmony. A harmony that is nowhere in the original song, and that he is clearly making up on the spot. And it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever heard.

She’s too shocked to do anything but finish the song, listening to him float his way through a completely original countermelody that sends heat to her cheeks in a way that doesn’t happen around anyone but Adrien. The song finishes, and they spend the rest of their time together in silence, staring out across Paris.

The next morning, Marinette can’t get the song out of her head. She keeps finding herself humming it whenever she’s not paying attention, and ends up just the littlest bit disappointed every time she realizes that Chat isn’t there to sing his part.

Until, when class is being dismissed for lunch, she starts humming it again, and hears another voice join in as she and Adrien are walking out the door.

anonymous asked:

Top ten outfits from our favorite little pink hellspawn Chibiusa? I love all your top ten posts by the way, your top ten for Mamoru is honestly one of my fave tumblr posts

After much research and comparative data I have come to the conclusion that Chibiusa might actually be one of the most well-dressed characters in the show. The evidence is presented below. 

10. I’m going to make perhaps a contentious claim and say that Chibiusa dresses herself better than either of her parents ever could. Look at how coordinated this is. I suppose when your mom and dad dress like they’re at a fairytale-themed pastel glitter wedding every single day, you learn to fend for yourself. 

9. Casual Friday Baby on her way to The Office with some Important Business in her Official Briefcase

8. One of Chibiusa’s recurring fashion choices is what I like to call “the Hello Kitty thing” which is a small bow that picks up on the accent colors in the ensemble. 

7. Laura Ingalls is SO jealous right now.

6. I know this shot is small but it’s the only one where you get a full view of the dress and see the giant black bunny patch. When Chibiusa layers, she layers with INTENTION. 

5. My favorite American Girl doll was Molly, and all her clothes always came with outrageously specific hair ribbons that match the trim of one dress but can never be combined with any other outfit, ever, under penalty of just looking really dumb. That’s what this reminds me of. 

4. V-neck for Victory!!!

3.  Again the socks and shoes are so perfectly coordinated that neither Usagi nor Mamoru could have had a hand in it, but what really tops off this look is the elusive Mona Lisa smile of those sweater-dwelling rabbits. 

2. PERFECT execution of the Hello Kitty thing, 10/10. The blue outfit with the pink hair is like cotton candy attending a holiday party. 

1. “We have our Arts so we won’t die of Truth.” -Friedrich Nietzsche

On the Case Files

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1,591

Request: NO

Warnings: major smut

Summary: After a long week on a case, the team returns home, all tired and ready for a good seven hours of sleep, but Reid has a hard time keeping it in his pants, so he just decides to do the reader on top of her case files. Features really horny Spencer and public sex. You’re welcome

Originally posted by adriansarkisi

“Anyone up for dinner?” Emily asked as soon as everyone was back inside the bullpen that night.  The case had taken all week, and it was a relief to be back home.  

“Em, it’s already ten o’clock.  I’d love to, but I can barely keep my eyes open,” JJ replied, walking into her office to retrieve the rest of her belongings.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to second that.  But thanks for the offer,” Morgan said to her.

“Reid, how about you and y/n?” Emily asked across her desk.  

“I think we’ll pass,” Spencer replied.  He sat down at his desk and fired up his computer.  “I still have something I need to finish anyways.”

You looked over at Emily.  “Thanks, Em,” you told her.  She smiled and bid the rest of the team goodbye as Hotch and Rossi were both long gone.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.  Make sure this kid gets a good night’s sleep,” Morgan said to you as he patted your boyfriend on his back.

“I will,” you replied with a smile.

Soon, JJ was out the door as well and it was just you and Spencer left in the bullpen.  You decided to sit down at your desk to go through some case files that JJ had given you to review as she couldn’t really decide which ones to present to the team.  You were always a big help to her with that.

It wasn’t long before you felt an arm slither around your neck, holding you tightly.  You smiled while continuing to look over the files.  But it was hard to focus when you could feel Spencer’s lips against your neck.

“Spence what are you doing?” you asked with a confused smile.

“I need you,” he whispered against your skin, the feeling of his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

“Spencer,” you warned him.  But his hand inched down to your chest, slightly cupping each breast.  “Spencer!” you yelled, swatting his hands away.  “There cameras in here.”

“So?” he asked, continuing his assault to your neck.  You sighed in pleasure as he nipped and sucked at the flesh below your ear.

“Spence, I’m serious.  If Garcia is still here, she’ll see us,” you told him, but you weren’t making a move to stop him.

“She’s gone, and I can delete the footage,” he promised as he grabbed your chair and swung it around so you were facing him.  In no less than two seconds, he hauled you out of your chair and onto your desk, on top of the case files you still needed to go through completely.  “I need you right now,” he admitted, attacking your lips with his.

He was hardly ever as horny as he was right now, and you had to admit that it was really turning you on.  And the thought of him taking you in the middle of the bullpen made it so much hotter.

His tongue was greedily exploring your mouth, and although you wanted to push him away, his savory taste, as addicting as it was, made you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer.  Your legs tightened their grip around his waist, and you instantly felt his excitement protruding from his pants.  You moved hips forward to meet his, gaining you a pleasure moan from your boyfriend.

His hands were greedy as they roamed every inch of your body until he eventually had one arm wrapped completely around your back to hold you as close to him as possible, and the other was at your core, rubbing roughly against the fabric of your pants.  You moaned against his mouth in response to his eager hand.

“Fuck,” he whispered into your open mouth.  “You’re soaking through your pants.”

Who knew sex in a public place could do that to you?

You moved your hands to undo his fly just as he began to undo yours.  About a minute ago, you wanted to shove Spencer away, but now you were too incredibly turned on to stop, and you knew you wanted him just about as much as he wanted you.

You could hear the case files beneath you crinkle and you knew JJ was going to wonder how the hell they got so messed up, but you didn’t care in that moment.

Spencer finally had your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.  You were still trying to shove his off, but it became harder to do anything when his hand was suddenly inside your panties, gathering your juices onto his fingers.  He stopped kissing your and leaned back, taking his hand from your panties and putting your arousal against your lips, prompting you to suck the taste of yourself off his fingers.  His mouth was opened slightly in awe of what he was watching and you instinctively pulled your legs closer to you, causing his erection to press against your core yet again.

You moaned at the taste of yourself and looked him right in the eyes, slowing beginning to rub yourself on him, making his arousal grow with every small thrust.

His eyes were hungry as they watched you slurp up the last of your slickness.

You were both panting by this point.  There was nothing sexier in the world to you than what was currently happening in the BAU bullpen.

“Do you wanna taste?” you asked him in a low voice.  His eyes lit up at your invitation and to answer your question, he knelt down to face your center, wasting no time to remove your panties and lick clean up your lips, making you moan some more.  

He usually took his time when it came to sex, foreplay was his favorite thing about the bedroom.  Teasing you was his forte, but right now, all he wanted - all he needed - was you and he felt he had no time at all.

You placed each of your legs onto his shoulders to give him a better angle.  His tongue was circling around your clit while his fingers entered you without warning.  His movements were rough as he retracted his fingers and shoved them back inside of you, repeating the process over and over again.  Your moans got louder and louder as you approached your climax, and it took over you with one final thrust of his fingers, hitting you in just the right spot.  You held onto the table underneath you to keep yourself from falling backwards, but that didn’t matter because no later than you came did Spencer remove his fingers from your core and stand up, fully discarding his pants and releasing his erect member from his boxers.

“I love you,” he said in a rush as he connected his mouth to yours once more before thrusting into you without so much as a warning.  You yelped in surprise and pleasure as he kept his movements rough and quick.  The only sounds in the room were those of your loud moans and skin against skin.  You didn’t want to think about how messy the files under you were, so you started to thrust along with Spencer, meeting the rhythm of his hips, a large slap each time your cores met together again.

The cameras were surely picking up every moment of your scandalous activities, and it only made you feel more excited with every breath that became shorter and harder to take.  

It didn’t take long for Spencer to climax, releasing himself inside of you with every thrust.  His moans against your mouth were enough to send you over the edge once more, releasing for a second time within the matter of minutes.

Riding out your highs together, you kissed each other, open mouthed and messy.  

You finally reopened your eyes to look up at your boyfriend.  His hair was a mess, sticking to his sweaty forehead.  You couldn’t imagine what you looked like.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” you asked him with a sleepy smile.  He chuckled in response and removed himself from you, pulling his boxers back up to his hips.  You sat for a moment on the case files, bare from your waist down, wondering what you were going to say when JJ saw them.

“I’ll reprint those for you,” Spencer said as if reading your mind.

You looked up to the ceiling and winced as you pointed to the camera that was fixated right on your desk, signalling that it captured every moment.  Spencer looked up to see what you were pointing at and although his face grew red with realization, he smirked and disappeared through Penelope’s door to delete the footage of you two fucking on your desk and a pile of file folders.

While he was gone, you put your clothes back on and mentally cursed at yourself seeing the damp files.  They were covered in your climax, and although the thought of it was arousing, the sight was slightly disgusting.  You laughed slightly as you picked up each ruined folder and disposed of them into the trash just as Spencer returned from Garcia’s lair.

His smile was all too mischievous as he grabbed his things.  You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What are you smiling about?” you asked, gathering your own things.

He said nothing but simply held up a flash drive.  You rolled your eyes with a smile and reached for it, slipping it into your purse.  No way were you going to let him hold onto that.

“I love you, too,” you said as you walked hand in hand out of the bullpen.


Originally posted by gayjikookadi

In which you have the first sentence your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your shoulder, Jimin’s being “Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh”.

Even though Jungkook doesn’t have as bad luck as Jimin does, he isn’t completely satisfied with his “Fuck you” tattoo either.

Jimin had been only three when his mother had told him about soulmates for the first time. He could remember it like it happened just yesterday. That was how clear the memory was.

“Jimin,” she’d said, sitting him down on his bed with an intense look in her eyes. “In your life, you will meet one person who is unlike anyone else. You’ll feel a pull towards them - the first time you lock eyes, you will feel like you’re suddenly whole again, after feeling like you’ve been missing something, no, someone your whole life.

You’ll know them when you meet, but if you ever doubt yourself, a tattoo will appear on your shoulder when you turn five. The first words they’ll ever say to you will be carved into your skin until the day your soulmate says them to you, the very day you’ll first talk to each other.”

Here, she smiled. Like she was remembering something amazing, something special. “And when you meet them, Jimin, don’t you ever let them go. If you lose them, you will feel broken again, and you will lose your will to live and die. Don’t you ever let them go.”

Jimin had thought that the first words his soulmate would say to him would be beautiful and poetic, that the words he would get would be something he could treasure.

Boy, was he wrong.

On his fifth birthday, his whole family gathered around the little boy. On the precise time he’d been born, his shoulder had started to bloom with a numbing pain, just like he’d been told multiple times before.

It took ten minutes - twenty, tops - until the feeling had finally started to fade. That was when he got the courage to glance at the tattoo resting on his collarbone.

“Mom, what’s a boner?” He had asked, as innocent as a lamb, after reading the sentence. She’d gasped harshly, as had most of his relatives, then took a look at his shoulder.

Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh.

At the time, he had no idea what a ‘morning boner’ was, but as the seasons changed and the years passed, he found out exactly what it meant.

And Jimin started to wish that soulmates didn’t exist, so badly that he almost believed it.


Because no matter how hard he tried to lie to himself, the truth was that he had the tattoo on his shoulder, and it would never change. And honestly, Jimin couldn’t help hating his soulmate just a bit for it.


Jimin pulled the oversized black and white striped shirt over his head and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The shirt left quite a bit of shoulder exposed, and he sighed as he traced a finger over the words. The black letters looked harsh on Jimin’s tan skin, and it made him cringe.

He’d gotten used to the tattoo over the years, but his friends hadn’t. Because of his (stupid) soulmate, he’d become the butt of fifty too many jokes, and, whenever his friends laughed, he wanted to break the nose of whoever would be brash enough to say this.

Stupid soulmates.

Jimin had sworn, when he’d been seventeen and incredibly annoyed after a particularly harsh (but slightly funny) joke, that the first thing he’d say to his soulmate when he met them, no matter who they were, would be a big “fuck you”.

That was what he thought about as he squeezed a generous amount of thick foundation on his fingers and started to spread it on his tattoo. His friends were bad enough; he didn’t need any strangers seeing it at today’s party, which was being hosted but the richest and most arrogant brat on the whole campus. Probably the whole freaking world.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin didn’t know the guy - hell, he hadn’t even talked to him - but he already didn’t like him. He was handsome and rich, and he definitely knew it. Jimin only had agreed to go to the stupid thing because his best friend, Hoseok, had convinced him to. In fact, Hoseok wanted Jimin to go with him so he could hook him up with Yoongi, Jimin’s other best friend. Not an exciting prospect, honestly.

“Jimin, come on! We’re going to be late!” Hoseok yelled through the bathroom door, banging on the wood with heavy fists. It was ten o’clock in the evening, and Hoseok was eager to meet with Yoongi, who would (hopefully) be his date for the night.

“Shut up, I’m coming,” Jimin mumbled, putting the foundation away when his tattoo was covered up the way it was supposed to be. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, glaring. Hoseok knew he hated being rushed, and his roommate gave him an innocent smile.

Hoseok was dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain white top, a blazer and sneakers thrown on for good measure. Very billionaire-playboy-chilling-with-a-glass-of-scotch.

“Woah, you look good”, he complimented him, and Jimin’s glare turned into a smile. He’d parted his hair to reveal his forehead, and even though he wasn’t the most confident person, he felt good about the way he looked for once.

“Now, can we go?” Hoseok pleaded, with big doe eyes for effect, and Jimin sighed.

“Fine, let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, grabbing a pair of black boots. Hoseok watched him pull them on, and Jimin muttered, “Calm down,” just when he was pulled out the door.


“Oh my God, I’m so nervous, I think I’m going to puke. I think I look green, do I look green?”

Jimin rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. Hoseok had been rambling for the past half hour, while they walked to the mansion where the party was supposed to be.

“You’ll be just fine, don’t worry. He might seem a bit cold, but I swear he’s all rainbows and unicorns inside,” Jimin said, doing his best to pry his best friend’s claws off his shirt (it was a gift, after all). He snickered when Hoseok kept muttering, ‘oh my God,’ as they arrived. The house was a mansion, almost as grand as Gatsby’s. What else would you expect from a rich brat?

As they made their way to the front door, Jimin started to look around. Yoongi had promised to be here; he owed Jimin a favor, which was why he had agreed to be Hoseok’s date for tonight. Otherwise he probably would’ve just stayed home, writing music in the almost-dark as usual (Yoongi’s dream was to be a famous rapper).

When Jimin finally spotted him, lounging near a wall with a stereotypical red solo cup in his hand, he grabbed Hoseok’s hand and started making his way towards the dark-haired man. Hopefully, he wouldn’t move before they got there.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, that’s Yoongi right there, oh my God, he looks so good”, Hoseok repeated the words like they were the only thing keeping him alive. It was a good thing the music was so loud, otherwise Yoongi would’ve heard. Hoseok was right, Jimin admitted to himself. Yoongi was dressed in all black, with a snapback pulled over his eyes, like in all of his rap videos.

Jimin pushed Hoseok towards Yoongi, who had noticed them and was now standing up straight. Jimin winked and gave Hoseok a thumbs up before he melted into the crowd.

He didn’t need to be a third wheel for the whole night. No, he’d much rather spend his time with some good ol’ shots of strong, liver-killing alcohol. Jimin wasn’t someone who drank often, but his choices were a) be sober and painfully alone or b) be alone and roaring drunk.

Not a hard choice, really.

He found his way to the alcohol and poured himself six shots with a smile on his face. Now that’s what we are talking about. He downed his first shot after he found himself a place to sit (he wasn’t planning on being in any condition to stand for much longer). From his spot, he could see almost everyone in the giant room. His eyes skipped over people until he saw someone he really didn’t want to.

The host of the party. None other than Jeon Jungkook himself.

Jimin scoffed. He was leaning back on the couch, girls and guys surrounding him with a girl in a silvery-blue dress on his lap. Jeon threw his head back in laughter.

He downed the second shot the moment he saw that stupid rich brat sucking faces with another student (wasn’t he Namjoon?). He was nowhere near drunk enough to see that. Another shot disappeared, burning its way down his throat.

A weird feeling bubbled in his chest as he watched the two suck each other’s souls out. He couldn’t quite give the emotion a name, but it felt a lot like… jealousy? No fucking way. Jimin almost laughed out loud at his thoughts, downing a fourth shot. They didn’t even know each other.

The rest of the night was a blur, but he was fairly certain he had ended up drinking way more than six shots. It resulted in some awkward interactions with other students, who were nearly as drunk as him, and of course, he had blacked out on the mansion’s floor before the party had even finished. He could’ve sworn he had seen Yoongi and Hoseok get along well. Of course, if your definition of getting along was kissing rather shyly in a secret corner.  


Jungkook saw the boy in the striped shirt the moment he’d walked in.

His silver hair that reflected the light perfectly, his plump lips that he bit when he tried not to laugh - every single thing about him seemed to draw him in. He’d come with someone who looked incredibly nervous, was that his boyfriend? His eyebrows furrowed, ever so slightly, and he shook his head. Why did he care? It was none of his business.

Still, his gaze followed him (wasn’t his name Park Jimin, or something?) intently as he navigated his way through the people in the party, until they reached a guy who looked like he’d rather be anywhere than here. The silver-haired male pushed his friend - something Jungkook had just realized -  towards the guy who had been leaning on the wall. He was short, like Jimin.

Jungkook watched Jimin slip into the crowd, the two boys left looking awkwardly at each other. He rolled his eyes. The two clearly liked each other; what was so hard about talking to each other and actually sharing a conversation instead of awkward, yearning glances?

Jungkook tried to find Jimin, but it was like he’d disappeared into thin air. Had he left? A weird feeling of desperation flushed through the Jungkook as he moved to sit on the couch, people crowding to sit around him. He spotted Jimin a few minutes after, sitting alone with a tray of shots in front of him. Jungkook watched him drink shot after shot, and grinned at the cute way he scrunched up his nose after every single one.

Woah, cute??

Time to move on.

Jungkook turned towards the group he was sitting with, mostly to Namjoon, who sat right next to him. Namjoon was good-looking, he couldn’t deny that, but why didn’t his dimples make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Why didn’t his smile make his stomach flip like Jimin’s smile did? Would Namjoon’s lips make Jungkook feel the way he felt when he saw Jimin?

That was what went through his mind as he leaned towards the platinum-haired male and captured their lips in a kiss that Jungkook found anything but passionate. He could taste alcohol in Namjoon’s mouth, and it most definitely didn’t make butterflies fly around his insides.

He felt like throwing up when he finally pulled away. That was their first and last kiss, Jungkook decided right then and there.

He bolted up from his seat and headed towards the bar - because alcohol was exactly what he needed to drown his feelings.

All Jungkook could remember after that was downing way too much whiskey, keeping his hands to himself way too little, and getting way, way too drunk.


Jimin let out a groan as he forced his eyes open, then let out another when he screwed them shut again. The sun was high up already, and the room  was annoyingly, incredibly bright.

There was an ogre in his head, kicking his brain and making everything tremble as revenge for last night. He almost wished he’d stayed at the dorms, cuddling into a fuzzy blanket while reading a good book. But the feeling of being carefree, being completely weightless, was worth the headache. And the nausea.

Jimin shifted to his side. There was something warm and soft, and he burrowed into that soft something, letting out a content sigh. That soft something smelled really nice, pine and cologne and something else, and he breathed in deeply.  After a few minutes of being comfortable, he heard a rumbly voice rasp entirely too close to his ear.

“Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh,” the person groaned. The way his voice scraped around the edges made heat flood in his chest, like slipping into a warm blanket.

Jimin whined and nuzzled his face into the soft material, mumbling a small “fuck you,” as he did. A few seconds later, the soft something, or someone disappeared, and he hit his head on the cold, hard floor.

His headache split his head in half.

“Ow! What the fuck?” He yelped, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the tiniest hint of a pout on his lips. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he jumped, nearly six feet in the air.

Jeon Jungkook was sitting in front of him, all messy dark hair and eyes that sparkled in the sun. Jimin’s heart jumped into overdrive.

“What did you just say to me?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward ever so slightly, which made Jimin lean backward ever so slightly.

“Um, ‘fuck you’?” Jimin suggested carefully, playing with his hands and looking at his lap.

“Oh my God,” Jungkook mumbled. Jimin’s eyes turned into saucers when he started to take his shirt off.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?” he stuttered, failing miserably at trying to sound annoyed. Moments later, a sigh slipped past his lips at the image of Jungkook shirtless, the sun hitting his skin like he was a god.

And no, it wasn’t because of Jungkook’s toned chest or abs, not even his arms or beautiful golden skin, but because of the tattoo on his shoulder. Exactly where Jimin’s was. Exactly where the soulmate tattoo was supposed to be.

Fuck you.

“Are you kidding me?” Jimin snickered, his nervousness vanishing. He traced a finger over the words, curling black on golden skin, and nearly smiled when he felt Jungkook shiver. “Does that mean you actually just said ‘excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh’?”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned rosy, the prettiest shade of pink Jimin had ever seen, and he looked down on his lap when he nodded. For once, not the arrogant, spoilt brat. “Sorry about that,” he said, “it must’ve not been a very nice thing to have on your shoulder.”

But Jimin didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about any of that, anymore.

He had finally found his soulmate, his missing piece, and my God, was he beautiful.

“You stupid, rich brat,” Jimin smiled, carefully leaning towards Jungkook. His lips curved into a soft smile, headache long forgotten.

“You stupid shortie,” Jungkook muttered just before their lips met. It was like Sunday afternoons, warm and comforting, but there was a layer of passion, just underneath.

And Jimin felt a hole he never knew he had disappear.

(A/N) Ahhhhh the end! Such a fluffy oneshot i LOVE JIKOOK OK

ALSO special thanks to my babe @yoongsigh for the amazing writing prompt and to the lovely bb @quill-ink for editing this and making it 2356293859857 times better <333 ily guys <3 <3

Football Jack and ballet Bitty

Filed under: WIP AUs buried in my docs, collecting dust and not doing anybody any good. Time to air some out. 4.4k (how??) and rated T

Bitty leans against the barre, relieved to watch the lumbering group of football players stomping out of his upstairs studio. The first of ten ballet lessons had gone about as he’d expected; listening to them complain. The rest was convincing them to get into first, second, and third positions. An easy start, but with the amount of people in the room it warmed up quick. One fan isn’t near enough to combat the body heat piled on top of the Georgian summer. He leans into the weak flow of air as they leave, some offering him a weak ‘thanks, Junior,’ before sprinting to their freedom.  

He wants to be positive about this. After all, how long has he wanted his father to validate his interest in something other than football? Bitty spent so long twisting ballet into something his father could relate to: flexibility, precision, strength. It took some time. It took a lot of time, until Bitty took a teaching job and Coach couldn’t pretend his son would snap out of it and lace up his cleats once more. Having Bitty teach his boys - it’s a peace offering, and Bitty’s not going to turn it away. He’ll just have to buy some air fresheners.

“Not so bad, eh?”

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The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.

Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs

Word Count: 5482

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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Please Buy the Korra Comic

Hate being a shill. Cause I’m all for reading scans of comics online. But I would like to provide a little lesson on comics for those not in the know. Comics are probably the shakiest form of entertainment media. Movies video games, music all mainstream sorts of properties expect to push numbers in the millions. Remember a few years back when Square Enix said the tomb raider reboot under preformed when selling “only” 5 million copies in the opening weeks?

Comics are another story entirely. I’m using numbers from last December, but know that they’re pretty standard. The top selling issue last December was Justice League: Suicide Squad at 179,000 issues sold. The rest of the top ten sellers average about 100,000 with # 10 selling 85,000. When we get down to #100 in the top sellers list, we’ve fallen t0 27,000. And below the top one hundred sellers, issues take a nose dive with #200 selling just 8,000 copies. More people will see a movie in the theater in my city in one day then pick up that comic.

And here’s the thing. Of those top 100, sellers, over a third of them were number #1 issues. It’s a sad truth in comics, that the highest selling issue will almost always be the first of a series. After that, it is a guaranteed loss. A series will sell progressively less and less issues as time goes on. You know the saying? Two things in life are certian, death and taxes. Well a third could be comics sell less and less as they go.

Now, Last Airbender, seems do have done well for itself. But I would like to stress how vital it is that the people who are interested in a comic, go out to read it. Fans of the Legend of Korra we know what it’s like to be screwed by the executive’s and studios. If dark horse see’s the numbers of the Korra comics dip, or not meet their expectations, they may not hesitate to end the series. The folks in charge, aren’t dumb. Sites like tumblr show the following of any given IP, and they will expect to get a reasonably large following for this series. 

So please. I beg of thee fans! Do not, wait for the scans of the pages to appear on the internet. If you are able, buy the series when it comes out. If you are unable to because of money reasons, try to spread the awareness for the series. Do what you can. Show the moneyed powers that we care and that this series will be loved with a fanbase devoted enough to make it worth their while to keep the series alive for years to come. I made a post about this awhile ago, but it is a dream of mine to ten years from now look on my bookshelf and see five or more omnibus’s of the Legend of Korra. I’m thirsty for that dork and her engineer and friends and I know thousands of others are too. So to be cheesy, YOU HAVE THE POWER. KEEP KORRA GOING!!!

anonymous asked:

Top 10 moments of Victor crying joy and happiness for Yuuri! Pleeease :3

Top 10 Moments of Victor Crying Joy and Happiness for Yuuri

10) When they adopt a new puppy together

9) The first time Yuuri texts him a cute good morning message once they eventually part after the GPF in chapter 14 and he remembers that they are actually a couple now

8) When Yuuri’s parents buy them a matching set of cooking and eating utensils for their first anniversary and after years of mainly eating alone it hits home that he has Yuuri now and he’ll never have to again because they can cook and eat together for the rest of their lives 

7) During and after the YOI routine

6) When Yuuri agrees to move in together

5) The morning after they move in together when he wakes up with Yuuri by his side and realizes that Yuuri will never have to leave again

4) Their first time sleeping together after becoming official

3) The Wedding

2) The wedding again

1) THE WEDDING (he cries a lot at the wedding ok)

the delivery - dad!tom holland

summary: while in atlanta for shooting, y/n is heavily pregnant with tom’s baby. pretty easy to guess what happens next.

notes: gif not mine this is totally inspired by the office lmao. i’m thinking of making dad!tom a series?? so let me know if you want to see that????

It was a warm day. Tom and Harrison were in tank tops, lounging on the balcony, and Harry was in the pool. You were at the picnic table, a hand resting on your swollen abdomen, shades across your eyes.

“Watch this!” Harry flipped into the pool, sending up a huge splash.

“Boooo!” Tom called down to his brother. 

“Two out of ten, not my spider-man!” Harrison added to the mocking. Harry shook his wet locks out of his eyes, sending two middle fingers upwards towards the balcony. You chuckled lightly.

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Phillipa Soo Doesn’t Leave It All Onstage (NYT Magazine):

Not two years ago, you made your Broadway debut in “Hamilton” and received a Tony nomination for playing Eliza, the wife of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s title character. Now you’re starring in a Broadway musical adaptation of “Amélie.” You graduated from Juilliard in 2012 — what does all of this feel like? 

There’s the cool factor, right? You see your face on a sign or your name on something, like: “Ahh! Here I am!” And then there’s a huge responsibility and the scary part of it, which is like, “Now what happens?” And then you realize, “Oh, yeah, this is my job.”


I’m sure you had many more illustrious visitors during your run in “Hamilton.” 

When the Obamas came, that was pretty special. When we visited the White House, I got to watch Chris Jackson sing “One Last Time” right in front of the portrait of George Washington, while Barack and Michelle Obama are sitting right there.

The final scene in “Hamilton,” where Eliza reconciles with her dead husband’s legacy, is pretty emotionally overwhelming. Did you need to rush back to your dressing room and decompress in silence? 

Some days. Doing a show eight times a week is kind of like doing yoga or tai chi. A vinyasa is the same every single time you do it, but depending on how you’re feeling, it tells you a lot about what’s happening in your life. So, there were days where I’d come offstage and be like, “Let’s go out and drink.” But you learn little tricks here and there. Some nights I’d say to myself, “I don’t know if I can watch my son die.” But you learn that you don’t have to go there every night; the writing does that.

You reunited with your “Hamilton” co-stars Renée Elise Goldsberry and Jasmine Cephas Jones to sing “America the Beautiful” at the Super Bowl. Was it a different experience to perform for tens of millions of people? 

I’m looking out and going, “That’s a lot of people.” But I didn’t really get nervous. Once we got up there, we couldn’t actually hear anything. All we could hear was our own voices. And I was like: “O.K., well, hopefully it sounds good. Am I even performing? Can you guys hear me?” […]

read the rest of the interview (including the list of Pippa’s top five female singer-songwriters)

anonymous asked:

Top 10 times Yuuri and Victor met their fans?

Top Ten Times Viktor and Yuuri Met Their Fans

10) A fan once gave Viktor a t-shirt with a picture of Yuuri and him on it during a competition and he basically refused to take it off the entire rest of the day because he loved it so much. It was only Yuuri who managed to convince him that he had to take it off during his actual routines as the judges probably wouldn’t be impressed by his new costume. The fan was ecstatic

9) They once got free food at a restaurant when they were out on a date because it turned out the owner was a huge fan and had been freaking out in the kitchen the entire time they were there eating

8) Yuuri once got stopped by a group of people when he was with Viktor who were all freaking out and saying how amazing ‘he’ was and how much they loved his skating. He turned to Viktor thinking they were talking about him and it was only after seeing Viktor’s smug expression that Yuuri realised they were talking about him instead.

7) The incident briefly mentioned in chapter 12/7 where a fan gave Yuuri a very suggestive poster of him in the Eros costume to sign and he went bright red and couldn’t look anyone in the eye for the next few minutes

6) There was once a little girl who wrote to Viktor saying she loved his skating and really wanted to see him perform but that she was too sick to fly to any of his competitions. He flew to her and gave her a special performance instead

5) They were once both sitting in a cafe and there was a couple at the table behind them having a fierce hushed debate of ‘I swear it is them/no it isn’t, it can’t be’ while Viktor and Yuuri tried not to laugh. When they were about to leave, Viktor turned around and said 'it is us’ with a grin and watched the other couple freak out

4) Yakov once ended up yelling at Viktor because he took so many selfies with his fans outside the arena that he was almost late for a competition. Viktor protested that he just didn’t want anyone to be left out

3) Yuuri once found a lost little girl wandering the stadium and offered to take her back to find her parents. He ended up giving her a piggyback ride to cheer her up while he looked for them and it was so adorable that everyone’s hearts melted when he walked into the arena. Her parents were very relieved to find her again and also huge Yuuri fans so that made them love him twice as much

2) Yuuri and Viktor ran a summer training camp for Junior skaters and ended up surrounded by kids trying and failing to act cool and professional while also completely in awe of them and internally screaming any time either of them did literally anything

1) When Viktor met Yuuri for the first time

You Understand, Right? (Part 8): Unconvinced

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1507+ words

TW: Fighting, and description of injuries

A/N: Things are picking up again! I’m still not sure how I want to end this series tbh- my first ending didn’t seem conclusive enough.

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!


As Castiel predicted, it took a while for him to track the vampire, even with Dean and Sam doing their best to contact anyone they know who could help. They had almost the entire hunter population in North America on this case. Dean insisted on having all the help they can so they could get this over with. He hated having Crowley hovering over them with a deal.

It was another week and a half, until Castiel managed to locate him. Dean and Sam immediately grabbed their stuff, ready to go. The two brothers made their way to the kitchen, where Y/N was sitting and reading yet another lore book.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re gonna go on a hunt,” Dean told her, not expecting her to respond. He knew better than anyone else that Y/N was in a different world when reading.

Her head snapped towards them, lowering her book slowly. “I want to come,” she said, surprising both boys. They both looked at her with widened eyes, then turned to each other in a silent conversation.

“Alright, sure I guess. Go pack your bag. We’ll be leaving in 10,” Dean said, ruffling her hair as he passed by.

“We should bring the Colt just in case,” Sam told Dean, who nodded in agreement. As his older brother went to grab the weapon, he turned his head to Y/N. “Are you sure you want to come with us?”

She nodded. “You might need backup.” Her voice wasn’t serious, but it wasn’t all too playful either. Still, it brought out a smile from the younger Winchester.


Dean came back waving the wrapped up gun in the air, a goofy smile on his face. “Got it.”

“Is that the Colt?” she asked, peering over to the gun.

“The one and only,” he replied with a huge grin.

She look at it with such curiosity before nodding. Once she finished packing her stuff, she went outside to the garage with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

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pc: this gem

Note: Are any of you even alive? Because I Am Not. This is just a short drabble to let you guys know I’m still here. Can I just say that I love these particular frames A Lot! More than any of his other frames. Like these are my favorite. God. I’m-

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1991




It’s never an accident whenever Yoongi wears those glasses. He isn’t one to preen too often, but seeing your reaction anytime he wears that specific pair is always good for his ego. Yoongi finds it fascinating and gratifying that your reaction to him wearing those glasses doesn’t seem to change after all these years. 

It always starts with mild surprise because you can’t keep a poker face to save your life. He adores the way your eyes widen and lips part the moment you catch sight of him. Sometimes the hitch in your breath and gaping-fish look can last for a full two seconds. Sometimes (regrettably) you recover quicker than that. 

The surprise fades to lust at an exceptionally quick rate, and Yoongi is not at all embarrassed to say that this is his favorite part of the whole cycle. It’s like watching dominoes fall, one on top of the other, on top of the other, and so on and so forth - falling pieces knocking down the next piece towards that inevitable, satisfying end. He sees it in the pattern of your breaths, in your small, dry swallows and soft clearings of your throat. 

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Trick or Treat | Halloween

Pairing: Brett x Reader

A/N: Requested by my girl @joeynihil, you are the best, baby.

Prompt: “I thought you agreed I should wear this costume to the party tonight?” “Oh, I agreed to you wearing it tonight, but I had no party in mind”

Halloween Masterlist

Originally posted by holyhalehottness

Halloween was your favorite holiday all year around, Christmas being a close second, but what you loved about Halloween was the fact that you could dress up as anything you wanted, and no one could say anything. You could dress up as Edgar Allen Poe, or a sexy firefighter, and either were suitable. When your boyfriend, Brett, suggested that you both choose each other’s costumes, you were on edge for the entire day. Brett was charming and respectful, but he was playful and enjoyed messing around with you, so your mind was off on a tangent the whole day, anticipating the outfit he had picked for you.

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My Bloody Sweetheart (Part 1)

Originally posted by who-the-frick-is-bucky

Summary: When a familiar face shows up one day, the reader couldn’t be happier…

My Bloody Sweetheart Masterlist

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: language, smut, mention of drug use, mention of murder

A/N: The first part of what I hope is an exciting series for ya’ll!…

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krizariel  asked:

I've read quite a few of the top 10 moments on the rival series that are so hilarious/lovely/cute/aww that seriously gotta compliment you for this nice touch. Not sure if this top 10 is somewhere in the page (lord I just stopped looking for a few days and its so full can't keep track) but here goes: top 10 moments where Yuuri unknowingly (or knowingly) said or did something that made Victor blush in public (and was caught by fans). If its already somewhere just let me know and ill look it up

Sorry, I couldn’t think of Ten so I did five instead 😄

Top Five Times Yuuri Made Viktor Blush In Public:

5) After they got together Yuuri came to watch the Russian Nationals. When Viktor got off the ice Yuuri complimented him on how amazingly he skated and since they had only just got together, Viktor wasn’t used to Yuuri praising him and started blushing and smiling at the rink side

4) During his ‘Fucked My Way Up To The Too’ routine for an ice show when he was wearing the Eros costume again, Yuuri winked at Viktor and blew him a kiss while he was skating and Viktor went really red and also all heart eyed

3) The first time Yuuri said ‘I love you’ in public (he had done it a lot in private before but not in public) Viktor blushed and could barely get out his ‘I love you too’

2) During one of the banquets Viktor was whining about being bored and to shut him up Yuuri just tugged him down and whispered something in his ear and Viktor went bright red and behaved perfectly the rest of the night and then practically sprinted back to his room as soon as the banquet was over

1) At their wedding when they were dancing together, Yuuri just looked up at Viktor and said ‘I don’t know how I ever got lucky enough to have you’ and Viktor blushed really hard and also kind of got a bit teary eyed because he was so happy

Dating Remus Lupin would include...


A/N Gif, not mine; found from google. Requests & ships open! Can we all just agree that Remus is the absolute mess & James’ is the group’s mother? Yes? Alrighty then. 


i. He adores your touch, it’s like one of his favourite things. He’d often lazily lay and move closer to you; he’d love to lay stomach down, his head on your stomach as you ran your hand through his hair or drew circles on his upper back.

ii. You and Remus would be able to have full conversations, without saying a lot. “Remember when we-“ “Yes! And Sirius did-“ “Oh my god yes.” Once, Sirius sat there completely confused listening to the both of you talk. He just shook his head and left when both of you tried to explain it.

iii.  Remus loved to surprise you with little gifts, randomly for no reason. Some flowers he picked on the way to a class, some chocolate, a book he thought you’d like. Although, this was because of a fear of you leaving; you loved it neither less. 

iv. Both of you would take a stroll through Hogwarts on a sunny, warm day. Remus would have his arm draped around your shoulder, occasionally using his other hand to guide your face up for a kiss. 

v. Remus would flutter over any public displays, around other people; you and him alone in public were fine. He’d blush the tiniest when you reached for his hand or rested you’re on his thigh, he’d blush even more if you gave him a peck on the cheek or temples before class.

vi.  You were his escape from James & Sirius, both boys are loud and full of energy, [kind of like puppies.] Whenever he wanted a break or just to enjoy some peace and quiet, he’d head to you, either to take a nap together or just plain read. 

vii. As much as he urged you to stay away and let the boys take care of him during the full moon, you were stubborn and he soon gave up on trying to keep you away. James later assigned you to get supplies and medicine for him. You’d often have to patch up all three boys.

viii. Once, after Sirius set a prank and it accidentally backfired onto you; this started an all-out prank war. It was chaotic, everyone knew the Marauders because of their pranks but for a prank war to be happening within the Marauders themselves?? Absolute madness. 

ix. James opened Remus’ chocolate, stole the chocolate then left the wrapper. A strong lemon scent was added to Sirius’ shampoo & conditioner; so his hair smelt like a lemon for a week, [Sirius absolutely hated this.] The pockets of James’ robes were unhemmed; the screws taken out of Remus’ bed. Chaos.

x. It was a little past, yours and Remus first year anniversary when all of you had learned to conjure the Patronus charm. Much to everyone’s surprise, but mostly Remus’, your Patronus matched his. Your wolf was a slightly smaller in a frame, then Remus’. 

xi. Remus had to leave the room after your Patronus was charmed. You looked at James and he noticed for you to follow him. When you did, he had started crying. He couldn’t really explain why he was crying but it most likely related to how he saw himself & the whole werewolf self too.

xii. One night, he broke down; it was shortly after a full moon. He expressed his feelings and the fear of you leaving because you wouldn’t be able to deal with his condition. “Remus John Lupin, I love you. All of you. Your condition doesn’t change who you truly are. Plus, after all, if I left because of your condition, then you didn’t deserve me in the first place.”

xiii. You met his parents first, his mother pulled you aside at the end of the night, thank you for sticking by him, despite what happened when he was a child. She also cried when you told her, your Patronus was a wolf too. There were surprising a lot of similarities between Remus & his mother. 

xiv. Although Remus was the mastermind behind James’ & Sirius’ most successful pranks, once you began dating, you’d add a little bit of input too. It took a while for them to catch on that you were helping.

xv. Shortly after both of you left Hogwarts, you brought a small flat in the wizarding world together. Sirius would live at both the Potter’s and yours and Remus’ house, plus he loved the small puppy both of you brought. All was well. 


i. Books!! You and Remus would often swap books or recommend books for the other to read. Both of you learn what each other’s favourite book genre was and adopted; you’d often leave notes for each other in books.

ii. It became a competition within the Marauders of who could sneak you into the Gryffindor dorm in the stupidest, silliest way. Peter’s tactic was more logical than the other boys, meanwhile, Remus didn’t have much to do with the competition.

iii. Borrowing each other’s house associated clothing; although, Remus couldn’t wear much of your clothing due to him being the size of a small tree. He’d often don your scarf, once Sirius convinced him to wear your robe; it was ridiculously too short.

iv. Although it was a little harder to sneak Remus into the Ravenclaw dorms, you still succeeded a few times. Both of you cuddled near a window, admiring the new perspective of Hogwarts from the Ravenclaw Tower.

v. Let’s get real, Remus is a bloody mess; everything of his is just chucked either on the floor, the chair or in his bed. James first thought you’d be the type to organise everything; but, boy, was he disappointed to learn you were just the same as Remus.

vi. You and Remus would have picnics by the Great Lake for dates, you’d had found a spot that was warm and the sun shone in that area. James, being the group mother would often help gather food for the picnics and help keep Sirius entertained.

vii. Your first kiss was just before Remus’ last class before the full moon. You were starting to get worried that he’d act out accidentally & asked him to take that class off. Remus pulled out aside, resting his hands on your face, before muttering a bunch of things to reassure you.

viii. As his class was walking in, he looked back to you, before leaning forward and his lips connected with yours. It was sweet, comforting with a small roughness to it, he pulled back, shot you a smile before saying his farewell.

ix. Often times, everyone [the Marauders, yourself & Lilly] would be within the dorm room, doing their own thing. You’d rest your head on Remus’ stomach whilst he played with your hair, you’d occasionally bud into the conversation, either to shot Sirius or James a smart comment.

x. In the mornings, you’d try to slide out of his grip but he’d pull you closer. He’d first pretend to be asleep before you’d peck his nose and a small grin would creep onto his face. He’d nuzzle his head in your neck, would often ask for ten more minutes.

xi. Remus loved whenever you would wear his sweaters, they fit more of an oversized top on you. He even got you a pale, baby blue sweater for your birthday.

xii. He’d spoil you for your birthday or Valentine’s Day. You’d wake up, already having a few presents at the bedside, along with breakfast. He’d surprise you with flowers randomly throughout the day, finishing the day off with dinner under the stars.

xiii. Remus would always make sure you were okay, and often put yourself in front of himself. He’d get you a bunch of chocolate whenever you weren’t feeling well, along with many cuddles.

xiv. Arguments didn’t last long, you’d miss each other too much. Your first proper argument was just before a full moon; Peter managed to convince yourself to be the bigger person as Remus needed help due to the full moon.

xv. James convinced both of you to go on a double date with himself and Lilly. To reduce anxiety, he made it rather fun date. You’d soon have to include Sirius & Peter in these ‘double dates’, as they’d start to feel left out.


i. Slow dancing. All the time. Often without music. You’d be talking and he’d casually move his hand to your waist, and you’d both start swaying. Sometimes it’ll be slow and romantic other times when you both fell was when it ended. 

ii. Having the stupidest arguments together, but absolutely defending each other to death. Once you & Remus had an argument over the fact Slytherin won the most recent Quidditch match, much to James’ appeasement; arguments over words are pronounced, whether it’s socially acceptable to not have a shower in so many days.

iii. Remus valued the words ‘I love you’ a lot; he knew the words had proper meaning and he psyched himself over the perfect moment to say the words. He blurted it out during a date at Hogsmeade.  You were laughing and he just sat back and looked on. That was the moment he realised he truly loved you.

iv. Remus was ridiculously shy towards the start of your relationship. Not only with the whole, ‘I’m lying as of why I disappear once a month,’ but also with the House clash. The relationship started during Quidditch season, where the rivalry was high. 

v. Study sessions would end up in full on make out sessions, especially near the full moon. Towards the full moon, Remus wanted you a lot more than normal, it was harder for him to control himself around you. 

vi. Remus planned a date, where he had planned to kiss you for the first time. Beforehand, he was super nervous; “What if I’m a horrible kisser?” “We can test that out Moony.” “Sirius, I’m sure he doesn’t want to kiss a dog.” “Dammit.” 

vii. Meanwhile, you were super anxious about the date, to Lilly. She kept reassuring you it would be fine, (secretly knowing what was planned.) Both James and Lilly received the absolute blushing and gushing about each other afterwards. 

viii. His absolute favourite thing to do was walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist; his thumb ever so slightly touching your stomach, then nuzzle his head in your neck; planting a few kisses along the way. He’d giggle against your neck, knowing that would make you laugh. 

ix. Remus treats you like an absolute goddess, so you wanted to absolutely spoil him for his birthday. You teamed up with James to get the perfect gift, although after a while he noticed something way up; he got a little worried but all worked out in the end. 

x. Remus has little mannerisms that he always un-subconscious ally does. Whenever he is feeling tired, he’ll trace circles on your skin. He’ll always kiss your forehead whenever the full moon rocks around. 

xi. James got ill one winter, even though you warned him to keep his distance; all four of the Marauders ended up getting sick. You and Lilly ended up having to care for them. “Tell James I love him. Make sure my mother isn’t invited to my funeral.” “You’re not dying Sirius.” “Moony, tell your girlfriend that I’m dying.” 

xii. After a solid week and a half, the marauders were all better; but you had caught the sickness they had. Remus was getting worried after he hadn’t heard from you in a few day; he managed to convince Lilly to walk you down the stairs of the girls’ dorm. Where Remus’ waited to carry you into his dorm. 

xiii. Remus found a way to take care of you, in his own little-unorganised way. He got Peter to help, he made sure you had enough food and got enough sleep. Remus stopped James & Sirius from annoying you, and cuddled with you; although you protested. 

xiv. Although yourself and Remus were the total opposite in many ways, the relationship still worked out. Slytherin & Gryffindor; night owl & early bird; inpatient & patient. 

xv. You and Remus would often have baths or showers together; it brought both of you closer. Remus enjoyed the baths together even more just after full moons.


i. You and Remus would often lay down either on the unused Quidditch pitch or near the lake and cloud gaze or just joke around. Depends on how many people were around, but it might result in a little makeout sesh too. 

ii. Both of you being half blood, you and Remus celebrated Halloween, a bit more than James and Sirius did. They didn’t fully understand it, but you and Remus would carve pumpkins and call it a date. 

iii. If Remus was helping with the planning of a future prank, often times the four of them can set rather unrealistic plans. You helped by pulling Remus aside and keeping him grounded, he really appreciated this. 

iv. Meanwhile, Remus helped you be more open, take on bolder challenges and opportunities and to be more comfortable, doing things without being anxious. Both of you helped each other grow over the course of the relationship.

v. You’d always be extra careful (and honestly go off a little) whenever Remus or the boys drank in excessive amounts. Although drunk Remus didn’t exactly like you being over protective, sober Remus did appreciate it a lot, and made his gratefulness known. 

vi. Around exam time, you try to get Remus [and let’s get real, James, Sirius and Peter to bc it’s all just one massive family], to study in portions rather than all at once. Well, you ended up studying efficiently, meanwhile, they either didn’t study at all or binge read everything the night before. 

vii. During the annual after Quidditch party, (didn’t matter if who lost or won), you’d stay sober and collect all the juicy embarrassing moments or confessions. Remus figured it out after two parties after Sirius was doing an excessive amount of favours for you. 

viii. You and Remus would often have a movie night, just the two of you. Although it took a little for Remus to admit, you both loved romantic movies that had both of you crying by the end. You’d cuddle together under a light blanket, with snacks that wouldn’t be eaten.

ix. If there was a bad storm, Remus would often come bunk in with you. Branches knocking against windows, the occasional crack of lightning freaked him out, but he wasn’t exactly willing to admit it to the other marauders. So you’d cuddle up in your common room. [hufflepuff’s common is in the basement btw]. 

x. Remus was practically a tree compared to you. One of his favourite things was when you’d wear his sweaters (even better if they were Gryffindor coloured), his sweaters gave you massive sweater paws, often used to slap Sirius with. 

xi. You’d play with Remus’ hair all the time, even though he acted if he didn’t enjoy it at all, he secretly did. He wouldn’t bother to brush or style it too much, knowing you’d end up styling it yourself.

xii. Before you began dating, it was very much everyone else knew that both of you liked each other, but the two of you didn’t know. It was blindly obvious that Remus liked you and that the feeling was mutual on your behalf, but both of you was blind to the fact. Much to Sirius frustration. 

xiii. However, James was the one who made Remus realise his feelings. “Blimey, Moony! You like her! It’s bloody obvious to everyone, now accept it and ask her out.” “Yeah mate, do it. She likes you too.” *Padfoot-Prongs high five.* 

xiv. Remus stumbled over his words when he was asking you out. He decided not to make it too fancy or anything; just to plainly walk up to you and ask you out. Even though it was a little rockier than he had hoped, it succeeded nonetheless. 

xv. You and Remus would stay up to unholy hours, just talking. About what both of you were worried about or the past. You’d cuddle up together and talk until both of your throats were sore. This happened a lot more just before full moons, where Remus would talk about his worries. 

Nct’s next song could be Taeil and Doyoung screaming on top of their lungs, Johnny and Ten saying ‘moist oyster’ over and over again, Taeyong repeating 'binggeul binggeul round’, Donghyuk mumbling curse words, Mark saying 'sing sang jisung’ in the weirdest voices, Winwin screaming 'woop woop my ass’, Yuta and Hansol cursing in satoori, Chenle laughing, rest of maknae line yelling “chewing gum” every 8 seconds, Jaehyun saying “my name is Jeff-” on loop and Kun Yukhei and Jungwoo crying “let us out” and I’d jam to it like it’s the best song in the whole world after crying over how “perfect” it is