but i wore a sweater anyway

kellymarietran: Yesterday I went to Disney to talk about the press tour for The Last Jedi. I sat in a room with some of the NICEST/FUNNIEST/SMARTEST publicity team in the world, and they gave me a breakdown of what the press tour would be like. I truly cannot believe how lucky I’ve been, from filming to press. Every person I’ve worked with has been the absolute best. I feel as if we are coming to the end of this experience — the end of my first movie — and my heart is so full it might burst. Part of me wants so much to share this movie with you, the other part of me selfishly wants to keep it safe like a locket near my heart so I can have an excuse to hang out with everyone who made it, everyone who is marketing it. Anyway, less than two months now. Seeeeee youuuu sooooon. (ALSO I WORE MY MONSTERS INC SWEATER YESTERDAY AND HAD TO BORROW ANOTHER HAIR TIE WHEN I FOUND OUT THERE WAS A LIFE-SIZE SULLY & MIKE THERE. Obviously, I had to pretend I was Boo)

"Why doesn't he care?" 5.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

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Originally posted by ciutae

Y/N’s p.o.v

After Hobi dropped me off at home and helped me gather a few things, I took a long bath trying to soak away my indescribable pain. Not the pain of my injuries, this pain is something that is so much worse. So much more painful. I can feel the strain on my heartstrings, feeling how one by one are being snapped thinking about how this all came to be, how I ended up losing the only thing I’ve ever learned to love. It wasn’t easy trying to think of way to let all my feelings out to him, after a while of thinking I gave up and decided that I’ll just say what comes to mind when I see him.

It still hurts, every time I click back onto his messages I see how brutal he was with his words. I looked at my phone more than enough times the last few days to see that he didn’t care enough to send me a message, no ‘good morning beautiful’ no 'I miss you baby’ no 'I love you to the moon and back’ and definitely no 'I’m sorry’, you’d think the least he could do after lashing out on me would be a simple apology right? But no, nothing came from him. I guess that’s a sign for me not to forgive him anymore, like how I usually do.

Thinking so much only made me tear up, so I decided that it was time to put his things away. Wheeling suitcases slowly whilst being in a wheelchair ended up a lot harder than I thought, slowly but surely I was able to gather all of Taehyung’s belongings and pack them in the suitcases I had and a few boxes, placing them all neatly by the door. I owned this apartment that we lived in together, so it’s not as if I’m taking away his property, nor was I leaving him with no place to stay. He could always go back to the dorm and stay there since he likes it so much there anyway, wow that was bitter of me huh? But it was true, he had a place to stay, and it’s not as if he wasn’t supposed to stay there to begin with anyway. Staring at his stuff only made my chest tighten. I’ve returned all the hoodies and sweaters that I’ve 'borrowed and accumulated’ over the years, putting them with his other belongings. He’s always told me that it was okay for me to take any pieces of his clothing that I’d desired, and he’d compliment me calling me adorable when I wore his clothes that were obviously too big for me. His clothes where his scent lingered, wearing it made me feel as though I was engulfed in his arms especially when he was away or busy. But it wouldn’t feel right wearing his clothes anymore. How could something that once felt so right suddenly become so wrong? I gave him my everything, but it seems as though it still wasn’t enough. Like it never was and never will be. And for that I couldn’t be more sorry. 

 It was already 8am by the time I’d got done with cleaning things up, in pain I sat there in the living room staring at all the pictures hung up on the the walls. But I couldn’t feel much, everything just seemed


…numb.


Here is 5.0! I hope you enjoy it! It’s a little short but it’s kind of a build up for what happens next ~

Request for 6.0 ^^

Let’s talk about 2x15

Okay, so I know a lot (if not all) of us are freaking out with those 2x15 stills, me included, and like a lot of you pointed out looks like they are wearing the same outfit from 1x12, meaning this could be a flashback. 

BUT, I’m a piece of shit and I had to be 100% sure those were the same outfits and here is what I noticed:

Magnus is wearing the same robe, but in 1x12, he was also wearing another shirt under it. The necklaces and rings are different too. Plus on the new still he has a white streak on his hair that he didn’t have in 1x12. (Also in the other stills that he’s with the red shirt he’s wearing the same necklace and the make up is the same from the blue robe still.)

Now Alec. His shirt has the same color, but the collar of them are different, so it’s not the exact same shirt. 

My conclusion is: I have more reasons to believe this is not a flashback scene and just a coincidence than the opposite. Yes, Todd said we would have a Magnus flashback from season 1 and that would involve Alec, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that Alec will be in the flashback. He could be talking about him. Also, I don’t believe they would be this sloppy and make such a stupid continuity mistake. 

Another thing to point out is that by 1x12 they didn’t have the intimacy that they’re showing on the stills. I think it’s also worth mentioning that last episode (2x13) Alec was wearing the same shirt he wore in 1x04, so they could be doing the same thing with Magnus. And, if you think about it, Alec is always wearing the same type of clothes *3 different green sweaters this season*, so it only makes sense he has 5 different shirts with the same color. 

Anyways this is all speculation and I could be 100% right or 100% wrong. Let’s just calm down with the theories and see what happens. Be safe people! :)

@kellymarietran: “Yesterday I went to Disney to talk about the press tour for The Last Jedi. I sat in a room with some of the NICEST/FUNNIEST/SMARTEST publicity team in the world, and they gave me a breakdown of what the press tour would be like. I truly cannot believe how lucky I’ve been, from filming to press. Every person I’ve worked with has been the absolute best. I feel as if we are coming to the end of this experience — the end of my first movie — and my heart is so full it might burst. Part of me wants so much to share this movie with you, the other part of me selfishly wants to keep it safe like a locket near my heart so I can have an excuse to hang out with everyone who made it, everyone who is marketing it. Anyway, less than two months now. Seeeeee youuuu sooooon. (ALSO I WORE MY MONSTERS INC SWEATER YESTERDAY AND HAD TO BORROW ANOTHER HAIR TIE WHEN I FOUND OUT THERE WAS A LIFE-SIZE SULLY & MIKE THERE. Obviously, I had to pretend I was Boo 😂😂😂)”

Flower crowns and cigarettes

Summary: Daniel is the local priest’s son and Phil is his next door neighbour. They’ve been best friends for over a decade but one three a.m. visit from Phil changes everything.

Warnings: pastel(kinda)!dan, punk!phil, religious!dan, childhood friends, smut, dirty talking, (my failed attempt at) degradation, first kiss, grinding, cumming in boxers.

Word count: 2.5k (whoops)

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“My chest hurts.” His eyes were glossy but he wouldn’t let himself cry anymore. His hair was a mess, and his cheeks were puffy and red. He looked so genuinely sad, and it broke your heart.

"I know, but it will be okay. Just give yourself some time. Want more tea?” You said trying to say cheerfully, but it didn’t matter. You knew Shawn was going to be this heartbroken for a while. He was such a passionate person and so whenever he felt anything, he felt it strongly. He really loved his now ex girlfriend, and watching her leave him, really just broke his heart. I mean, it happens right? Everyone’s bound to get their heart broken at least once in their life, and it’s going to suck, but it still has to happen. The only problem is, it’s already happened to Shawn once, and now it’s happening again. You had been best friends with Shawn since the beginning, and you watched him grow. You watched him be heartbroken about girls like now, and also about small things like losing his favorite guitar pick. You loved him as a friend, but you also loved him romantically. You wished you had the courage to tell him so, and to tell him to stop wasting his time with other stupid girls who seem to only like him for his fame. But your hair was a mess, and you wore band t-shirts with long stained sweaters. Shawn liked beautiful girls with long hair and straight teeth. At least that’s how the last girls looked. It didn’t matter anyway. What mattered right now was how Shawn was feeling. He was broken, and there was nothing you could do.

“I think I’m just gunna take another nap.” He grabbed the blanket and headed for the couch again. But before he sat down you spoke up.

“You know what, why don’t we go do something. You already took like fifty naps Shawn, let’s go out and get some fresh air, no? No more moping around.” You took the blanket from him and put it on the couch.

Shawn just stood there, giving you a look, like he didn’t know what to say. He rubbed his eyes a a couple times before saying, “What would we even do?”

“We could go out to eat, go see a movie. I don’t know, whatever you want.”

“She loved seeing movies.” Shawn spoke quietly and you rolled your eyes. He was going through that phase of a breakup where everything in the world related back to your ex. Earlier that morning Shawn barely drank his tea saying stuff like “She used to drink this exact tea on the balcony at this exact time.” And it broke your heart to see Shawn so sad, but at the same time you really were tired of it.

“Shawn, do me a favor? Okay, we are gunna go out to eat, because I’m hungry okay? But, when we go, and even just now, whenever I talk I want you to listen very carefully to everything I say and just don’t think about her okay?” You said remembering how your friends handled your first heartbreak. They made conversation with you about random things, and snapped in your face whenever they noticed you close your eyes, or look away, meaning you were thinking of something that wasn’t important. You hoped you could think of random topics to talk about with Shawn, and you hoped he would listen.

“Okay.” He said simply, and soon enough the both of you were off to that burger place downtown. It was the only place where Shawn hadn’t gone on some kind of date with his ex. You talked to him about your life and how busy you were lately. You told him about work and school and just everything in between. But eventually you got tired of talking about stuff he mostly already knew.

“You wanna know something?” You said with your mouth full of fries.

“Sure.” Shawn said and ran his hands through his hair, leaning against the table across from you. He was so pretty, and he didn’t even try.

“When I was like 13, I told myself that I’d marry my first boyfriend, that way I wouldn’t have to ever experience heartbreak. Funny right?” You laughed as you wiped the grease from the food off your hands. You weren’t trying to bring up the topic of relationships but you were just being honest, hoping that maybe Shawn would understand that heartbreak is bound to happen even when you try to prevent it.

“You always had that kind of mind. Wish I knew you when you were 13.” Shawn joked, because he knew you when you were only a year older and that’s when you first became friends.

“Can I rant? I think, all day, I’ve been crying about all this, and not actually talking about it and sometimes talking helps. Is it okay if I rant?” Shawn spoke with a rawness in his voice. You loved how honest and real your friendship with him was. So you nodded your head, and he started ranting. Ranting about how beautiful she was, about how he did everything she wanted all the time, about how he thought he was so lucky. It was breaking your heart to see him so sad. It made you realize really what love does to us as humans. It makes us destroy ourselves for someone else, hoping they’ll destroy themselves back for us. And when they don’t, we destroy ourselves even more, thinking it will help. And so here Shawn was, sitting across from you, ripping his own heart out, wishing he could put it on some kind of pretty platter and hand it right over to his ex.

“It’s not fair. How come the people we love most don’t love us back?” He was making circles on the table with his finger, and tapping his foot in the chair.

“Sometimes the people who actually love you, are sitting right in front of you and you just don’t realize it.” You said without even noticing that you were literally sitting in front of Shawn. You were just speaking the truth you heard your friend say to you once.

“What’s that supposed to mean, you got some kind of feelings for me or something?” Shawn was shaking his head and laughing. You looked up from your food and realized what he got out of what you said.

“I never said that, but so what would you say if I did have feelings for you?” You were a little hurt that he was laughing but at the same time you knew that’s how it would end up being anyway. That’s why you never told him how you felt.

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

“Why not?” You sat with your elbows in the table, your chin in the palm of your hands.

“Because you’re you. I dunno.” You were taken back at what he said and you wanted an explanation. You raised your eyebrows and just stared at him.

“I mean like, you’re a rockstar Y/N. You’re out there kicking ass in your colorful socks and band t-shirts. You’re the smartest chick I know and, the way you live your life is just.. It’s different, you’re different. I always guessed you’d like a guy that’s different too. Not me, I’m just your average white kid that happens to be able to sing. Nothing special really, nothing compared to someone like you.” This was the second time now you were taken back by everything Shawn said, and you just sat there staring at him not knowing what to say.

“You seriously think you aren’t special?” Was all you said at first. Shawn just shook his head some more and laughed again.

“You’re Shawn Mendes, you’re the most popular name out there right now, and probably forever. If you weren’t special, you wouldn’t have millions of girls running after you everyday. Don’t fucking sit here and tell me that you’d be surprised if I liked you Shawn. You can call me different but in reality I’m not. I’m just like every other girl out there who’s crazy in love with you and your special ass.” You weren’t saying it in a mean way, you were just being as honest as possible and you surprised yourself at first, but you were sick of pretending that you weren’t in love wth your best friend who sat across from you, mouth wide open.

“You’re in love with me?”

You shrugged your shoulders and stood up from the table getting ready to leave, regretting what you said. You and Shawn walked out in silence and suddenly the cool air hit you and you stood outside, letting the wind blow your hair around.

“I asked you a question back there.” Shawn reminded you of what he said before, but this time he grabbed your shoulder. You turned to look at him.

“Yes Shawn. I’ve been in love with you since day one. Don’t act like you didn’t know.” You pushed your hair behind your ear, hoping you weren’t upsetting Shawn. You stood still for a minute, before you notice Shawn walk closer to you. He was so tall, looking down at you.

His hands were now pushing the other pieces of hair around your face, behind your other ear, and he was looking right at you. He leaned in slowly to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“You’re lonely Shawn. You’re sad. You want someone to kiss and as much as I get that, I’m not letting it happen. I’ll bring you home and you can go back to moping and do whatever you want, but I’m not letting you use me to get rid of your pain okay?” Your face was probably bright red and you could feel your heart beating in your chest, like it was going to jump out and land right in Shawn’s hands. But you didn’t let it. Not this time.

“What do you think I am? Some kind of fuck boy? I wouldn’t kiss someone just for fun Y/N. I did that maybe once. Maybe twice.. But you’re my best friend.”

You stared at him in the cold, and he just stood there staring back at you. The cold air was making his nose pink and his eyes were watering from the wind. You didn’t know what to say, so you just walked over to the car opening to door and getting in. Once you were both seated in the car, Shawn turned on the ignition getting ready to drive before saying, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Was all you could think to say. Shawn started driving and the ride home was quiet. Silent actually, no words. You sang softly to the radio that played but otherwise, there was nothing more between you and Shawn. That was, until you got home. He threw the keys on the table and yelled.

“I fucking love you okay? There, I said it.”

You stood still in your tracks, and you turned to face Shawn.

“Um.. I love you too?” You said and titled your head, before letting out a weak laugh.

“No Y/N. I mean like, like more than that. Of course I never told you because I was too busy being stupid with other girls. But what I said back there, before we got home, it had me thinking.”

“About what?”

“About what I said about how you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna be kissing girls for fun anymore, I wanna be kissing my best friend.” You slowly walked closer to Shawn, watching him as he stood still, his hands in his pockets.

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows, laughing, just in case he was joking.

“Yeah really. Really, really really Y/N.” But he wasn’t joking, his hands were on your neck now, and his breath was warm against your skin. His voice vibrated into your head and soon enough his mouth was on yours. You didn’t stop him this time, instead you kissed back, harder, grabbing his hair and running your fingers through it.

You let out an awkward noise, and you stumbled over the table that was behind you. Shawn pulled away and smiled into your mouth, laughing at you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” You admitted as you grabbed his hand.

“So have I.”

Monsta X reaction to their s/o being a very busy university student

requested by anon~

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy reading this! credits to the owners for these gifs :)

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Originally posted by hyungnu

Shownu; Being busy with university never really bothered Shownu though. Once you give him notice that you’ll be busy for a couple of weeks, this appa would totally be supporting you all throughout. He’d actually tell you to take some break or if ever you had any problem you can call him and ask him. Despite not being able to spend time with each other, Shownu would ask you for your schedule and would actually make time for you whenever you’re taking a break. He would also constantly send messages that would literally cheer you on and he would also call you from time to time, asking how you are or have you eaten or just take a break for awhile. Or he’d also be all ears when you have a rant or if you badly need him, he’d be there right away to make you relaxed and stress free.

  • appa nu (8:32 pm): Hey, [y/n]! I hope you’re doing well. Don’t forget to take a break, okay? I know you can do this and don’t forget to eat alright? I’ll call you in a bit. I love you and I miss you so so much! 
  • appa nu (9:15 pm): Baby, I bought some ice creams and some of your favorite dishes. Do you want me to go there and feed you? Don’t get too stressed okay?

Babe, how’s studying?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep for 2 straight days oppa and here I am, drinking my 6th coffee and I’ve never been so dead in my entire life.”

“You should take a break, babe. I’ll be there in a few and once I get there, you better be ready to take a break, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright. See you soon, I love you and you can do it! Fighting!”

“I love you too!”

Originally posted by hyu-k

Wonho; By the minute Wonho knew that you’ll be busy starting today, he’d be sad. A sulky and pouty Wonho would actually appear. But then he would try to understand that you’re pursuing your dreams and all and that he needs to support you….. another but, he’d be super duper lonely. He would snap you tons of selfies and other stuff that he’s been doing with the boys. And he’d also call you from time to time, reminding you how much he loves you and how much he misses you and how much he’s there to support you with all his heart and soul (lol) and if ever you’re feeling lonely, he’s always available for you.

Hyung, what are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for the message?”

“What message?”

“Her reply.”

  • fluffybunny (6:05 pm): hey, baby! I know you’re busy studying and other school-related stuff but I just wanted to say that I miss you so so much and I love you so so much! Fighting! Don’t ever give up, okay? I’ll always be here for you no matter what. I’ll facetime you once you’re free, alright? Lovelots :* xoxo

What did she say hyung?”

“Here.”

  • mybaby (6:08 pm): Aww, I love you and I miss you so so much babe! Don’t worry, I’ll be done after an hour or so. I won’t give up, I promise. Thank you babe! *insert smiley face*

Originally posted by kihqun

Kihyun; Kihyun would actually be clingy to be honest. You weren’t able to message him that often since you’d be at the library, making your thesis paper with your partner or something. But then once you’ll go to their dorm and take a break for a while, he’d be extremely clingy. Back hugging you and all and would even tell you that you’ve become a lot prettier despite looking like a zombie. And when you’re at home while burying yourself in a pile of schoolworks, he’d actually barge in and start cooking some dinner for you since he’s scared that you might starve yourself to death. But then, when you’re away from each other, he’d also send you some texts of encouragement and all.

Okay…. the axial parts are the head, neck and body while the appendicular skeleton consists of–”

“Babe, I’m home! Do you want some kimchi jiggae?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, just wait for a couple minutes okay? *gives you a kiss on the cheeks*”

  • cutiehyunnie (11:24 am): Baby, don’t forget to eat okay? I prepared some bento box for you and I placed it inside your bag. Don’t stress yourself out okay? I know that you’re the brightest woman that I’ve ever known and I know that you can ace them all! I love you and just text me when you’re done okay? You don’t need to reply. 
  • cutiehyunnie (4:46 pm): Yah! How come your room is so dirty? Aigoo, now I have to clean all of this. I’ll let you pass this time since you’re busy with university. Come home early, okay?

Originally posted by jeonfhan

Minhyuk; This boy would not leave you alone. He’d be at your place whenever you’re home. He’d be playing by himself while you’re busy studying in your room. But then you wouldn’t be able to concentrate since he’ll be bugging you like if you wanted to eat Chinese food or something. However, when you’re at school and you’re busy running the student government, he’d literally send you tons of pictures of him and messages and video messages and voice messages, everything that can send his message! And when you don’t reply, he’d still continue to send you messages. And you’ll actually have 100+ messages coming from him.

Babe, what do you want to eat?”

“Not now, Minhyuk.”

“Okay…”

“Hey babe–”

“Minhyuk. Not. Now.”

“Okay okay…”

“Babe–”

“Okay fine I want jjajangmyeon and tangsuyuk. Now shut up and let me review all these paperworks.”

  • minmoongie (2:30 pm): BABE I MISS U SO SO MUCH
  • minmoongie (2:33 pm): Babe, guess what? I just went out to buy some toothbrush and I saw some totoro onesie that you’ve wanted
  • minmoongie (2:33 pm): So I bought them for you as a reward for your hard work!
  • minmoongie (2:35 pm): Babe babe, have you eaten already? What do you want for dinner? I can order some chicken and send it to you? Babe, pls reply

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

Hyungwon; He’d be sad. A sad pepe is a sad pepe. He would totally understand but he’d feel really lonely. So lonely. That a lonely pepe would be born. He wouldn’t be that clingy tho. He’d send you messages from time to time but then there would be times that he’d forget since he would probably fall asleep before sending the message. But then, when he’s able to send you a message, it’d be really flowery. Lol, it’d be a speech. And when he’s at your place, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue doing your paperworks. 

  • pepe (8:46 am): Hey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to reply to you last night since… I fell asleep hehe. Anyways, I hope that my princess was able to eat breakfast today. Don’t forget to shower okay? I want you to fresh and ready to face the world. And don’t forget anything so that you won’t be stressed out later and rush back home to get it, okay? I also hope that you’ll be able to eat your lunch and dinner later. Don’t forget to rest since I don’t want the love of my life to be tired just like me. Anyways, I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you this week! I hope you’ll still be as sexy and beautiful and wonderful like the last time! :*

Mmm, you’re studying mandarin? *insert hyungwon’s sleepy voice*”

“Yes, babe.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

“No thanks babe. Just sleep, okay? I’ll wake you up once I’m done.”

“Okay. *rests his head on your lap while you study*”

“You’re so warm, babe. *nuzzles his face onto your stomach*”

“I know, I’m hot.”

“Hot like me, yes?”

Originally posted by timetoemptythetrash

Jooheon; He’d be really clingy. I mean more clingy compared to the other dudes. He’d constantly send you messages and even just random emojis, cute emojis that looked like him to be exact. Once he calls you, he’d be in full aegyo mode, like legit. Sometimes, he’d also whine when you’re not able to reply back or answer his calls but he’d also be pretty understanding to your situation since there are also times when he’s busy. When you’re able to rest for just a couple of minutes, he’d facetime you right away since he missed every single thing about you. He’d be all smiles when he sees you to be honest.

Omo, you look so cute with that sweater on babe!”

“It’s the same sweater that I wore yesterday tho.”

“But still, you still look cute hehehe!”

“Whatever babe. Anyways, I miss you.”

“Aww, I miss you more babe! Hey, are you free this Saturday? I want to go on a date with you.”

“I’m so sorry babe, I have a meeting the whole day for our department week.”

“How about dinner?”

“I guess it’s a date then.”

  • honey (3:21 am): (✿╹◡╹) don’t i look cute?
  • honey (3:22 am): (^ω^)i love you!
  • honey (3:25 am): ಠ_ಠ < he looks like changkyun lol

Originally posted by monbeboo

I.M; Changkyun would literally be curious with what you’re getting busy with. If it’s about something science-y, he’d literally call you and let you study out loud since he also wants to learn. Sometimes, the random facts that would come out from his mouth would also be part of the test!! Since you’re busy with university, you could rarely message him but then Changkyun on the other hand, has a lot of time in his hand and would constantly send you some random facts and some meme photos of the boys (lol). But then he’d also send you some sweet messages tho.

  • i.am.changkyun. (10:23 am): Hey [y/n], did you know that the smallest penguin on the planet is only 16 inches tall?! Amazing right?!
  • i.am.changkyun. (10:26 am): Did you also know that there are more lifeforms living on your skin than there are people on the planet?
  • i.am.changkyun. sent a photo (11:45 am)
  • i.am.changkyun. (11:46 am): lololol just look at hyungwon hyung’s face as he devoured the whole turkey leg!!
  • i.am.changkyun. (8:56 pm): Hey, I know this is out of the blue but I love you and I’ve always believed in you. I miss you already. I can’t wait to hang out with you soon baby! Don’t stress yourself too hard okay? Or else I’ll be forced to stay there for two straight nights ;)

hey, what are you studying?

“the parts of the frog, why?”

can you read it out loud? I want to learn about it too!”

“Okay, fine. You’ve never fail to surprise me Changkyun.”

BTS Reaction to their S/O having a larger bust:

Jin:

You’d ask him to help you adjust the straps of your bra so innocently. They just needed to be tightened a bit. He’d nod his head and peek curiously.

“How big are those bad boys anyway?? DD? Interesting..”

Yoongi:

You were nervous about asking Yoongi if he’d come bra shopping with you, but the anxiety of going alone pushed you to do it. You’d awkwardly confess that you weren’t sure if you were a DD or DDD anymore, and wanted his opinion on the support (and of course sexiness) of the bra before buying it.

“Yeah of course I can come bra shopping with you. It’s no big deal.”

Hoseok:

He would be totally unfazed by the fact that you had such a large bust (besides in the bedroom, heh.) It wouldn’t be until someone commented on the size that he really said much about the matter.

“Why are you looking at her chest anyway?!”

Namjoon:

Namjoon didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your phone call, but when you told a friend you think you needed to go up a size because your bra just wasn’t fitting right anymore he couldn’t help but put his two cents in.

“I must have won the lottery! Are you saying they’ve gotten bigger??”

Jimin:

Jimin would try to act like he paid no mind to the size of your chest, no matter how often you caught his eyes drifting. (especially when you wore his favorite V neck sweater) You’d complain that your back hurt, and he would nonchalantly tell you the facts

“It’s probably because your boobs are so big.”

Taehyung:

Oh sweet, sweet Tae. He would always pretend he wasn’t stealing glances, but the day he walked in on you fresh out of the shower with your towel around your hair instead of your body everything changed, and he just couldn’t contain himself.

“Can I get a closer look? They seem pretty small from this far away.”

Jungkook:

(Does this even need more of an explanation?)

“Boobs?”

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Why can't we have a punk!eddie and a pastel!Richie? I need this.

eddie and richie hung out so much, they had personality traits rub off on each other and pick up different habits. richie liked to more mellow music now to keep him focused and eddie enjoyed the faster paced, harder music because it was more exciting than his day to day life

richie still wore floral hawaiian shirts but not in such bright colors anyways, more muted and pastel pinks and blues and yellows

even though richie wore soft sweaters and softer shades, he still had a mouth like a sailor, one of the reasons ms. k was so against eddie seeing him. this resulted in eddie sneaking out late at night and climbing through richie’s window at odd hours of the night

eddie went to his first punk show just to check out the band and had no idea about moshing. the fast music made him want burn off energy and steam, resulting in the adrenaline rush of the century, and he handled himself really well. he also loves stage diving from high balconies and crowd surfing because he’s so light.

eddie was the first of his friends to get a car so he drove the losers around where ever they wanted to go, really. though the crew was not up to any mischief like ms. k thought, it made eddie want to do it even more, just despite her. the day after a midnight adventure, he always has a new traffic sign mounted on his wall

beverly asked eddie to drive her to get her nose pierced and he came home with his eyebrow and tongue pierced

he couldn’t tend to his own cuts and bruises properly so he taught richie a little bit and the boy would always patch him up after shows

richie wasn’t a fan of the music but he went to them anyways and carried all of eddie’s belongings while he was in the crowd

NCT Dream Reaction: Dating An ‘01 Liner

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If you want to read something similar with all of NCT, I did almost the same for ‘00 liners here. also you can tell i was lowkey fangirling while writing this lmao it kind of turned into a dating __ would be like but oh wellll

Masterlists

Mark:

You’re two years younger than Mark, so he’d be a bit cautious about what he says and does around you. But at the same time, two years isn’t much of an age gap, so he’d be able to freely kiss you and such. To the other members, your relationship is really cute and fluffy. Too cute sometimes; the shy smiles, quiet laughs, the ‘discreet’ hand holding and kisses when you think no one’s watching– they all love your relationship, almost as much as you do, but they will not hesitate to tell you to get a room (esp donghyuk).

Originally posted by nakamotens

Renjun:

He’s only a year older, so the age gap is almost non-existent. The two of you are very open with your relationship, not hesitating to do skinship in public. Renjun is an adorable fluff to start, but he’s extra fluffy around you. He gets all nervous and shy whenever you (even unintentionally) act cute. He adores you (아낀다) to no end. He’d love to buy the two of you couple items, like rings, t-shirts, snapbacks, etc, but the thing is; he wouldn’t admit it. He’d leave the items at your house and he’d be ‘amazed’ whenever you wore them because woAH WE MATCH JAGI!!!

Originally posted by exovixxnct

Jeno:

Jeno is also only a year older, so the two of you are quite close in age. But Mr. Eye-Smiles-For-Days would treat you as a royal anyways, regardless of your age. Your relationship would be so. damn. cute. Like I said, he’d treat you like royalty. He’s the stereotypical gentleman to you; giving you his jacket whenever you’re cold, letting you steal borrow his sweaters, putting your needs before his, smothering you with kisses at least twice a day, and so on. Your age doesn’t even effect him that much, he just really loves you a lot andineedaminuteomgg
youre renjun

Originally posted by jejun-fluffers

Donghyuk:

Yet another ‘00 liner in the Dream Team. The two of you are so?? cute?? like?? You’re so close in age that you had become best friends quite quickly. So when you started going out your relationship basically stayed the same just with romantic stuff in the middle. A majority of your relationship consists of jokes and trolling the other members, but Donghyuk can be really, really soft just for you (takethatmark). He lets you get away with stuff he wouldn’t let the boys get away with, and he even gave you a spare key to the dorm so you basically live there. He can get shy with you too, especially if you randomly initiate skinship. Dating him as an ‘00 liner would just be really fluffy and soft andineedanotherminuteimdyingiloveyoudonghyuk

Originally posted by donghyukslee

Jaemin:

And here we have, the youngest ‘00 liner for you. Jaemin’s a squish, so take care of him (even tho he’s older). He doesn’t mind the one year difference, it’s not that big of a gap anyway. Your entire relationship is basically just the two of you taking care of each other in really cute and subtle ways. If he thought you weren’t sleeping well enough, he’d send you a recording of him singing a lullaby and if you thought he wasn’t eating as much as he should be, he’d randomly find snacks here and there (not to mention the meals you’d bring the boys, giving him extras every time). You’d probably be the one taking care of him more tho, because of his back, but you wouldn’t mind. Dating Jaemin would be really cute~.

Originally posted by heavynoise

Chenle:

You’re the same age as this energetic dolphin, so all is well. Even if you’re more reserved, expect Chenle to bring the hyper out of you. If you’re already a bubbly person– even better. Needless to say, whenever you visit the oldest member kind of want to duct tape your mouths shut. Dating Chenle would be so much fun– your dates are almost always to amusement parks or zoos and he would try so hard to please you. He’ll be so extra, more than usual, around you in order to make you smile whenever you’re feeling down. And PDA would be a thing. Nothing too much, he just likes to be touching you in some way; an arm around your shoulder, holding hands, or just straight up hugging.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Jisung:

You’re a year older than Jisung, so he’d be a bit awkward at first. He wouldn’t know how to act in a relationship anyway, since he’s so young, so if you’re older he’s kind of like ?!?!?!? Anywho, you’d probably have to coax him into being less stiff around you and convince him that you weren’t going to bite his head off, which in all honesty could take weeks. But once he does finally relax around you, the two of you would be adorable together. It’s like… permanent honeymoon stage with Jisung. imdyingsendhelp

Originally posted by nctinfo

BONUS:

For every member of the Dream Team, you can expect mama Taeyong and/or Yuta #yutae to be watching you like a hawk when you first started dating him. Of course, as time goes on they would all literally gush over the two of you. They can’t handle the cuteness.

Originally posted by iloveyuta

Oblivion, Chapter 1 –  Two Years Later

A/N: Special thanks for @loricwizardbluetoastedcake, who edited my writing and made an amazing job, and @siriusblackfoot, who inspired me to write about Remus again. 💕

Masterlist

Have you ever felt like no matter what you’ve done in your life, there was always going to be something missing?

This was how Elsie felt every time she was left alone for more than two seconds with her own thoughts. It was an inexplicable feeling, something that made her even feel guilty sometimes. Why does she let that sunken emptiness overwhelm her, when everything was so great around her?

It’s not like when she was at Hogwarts. Elsie was always weird, quiet, and shy, so she only has two friends – it wasn’t common amongst Gryffindors. She always watched the big groups of friends in the common room with jealousy, and listened to them gush on stories about the parties after the quidditch games, but she never was a part of them herself. Maybe she could’ve done something to change that – like be more outgoing – but she never did; she rather chose a good book in a quiet corner than cross her own boundaries.

Even though she loved magic, she still picked another path after she left the walls of the castle. She wasn’t alone in that: many witches and wizards also chose artistic careers, and some of them even went to muggle colleges. Elsie learnt writing in a place where there were no muggles, but where magic wasn’t essential for those who studied there either. Painters’, writers’, architects’, and a lot of other artists’ schools were like this – filled with rare people who sometimes even count as weird whether they’re among wizards or muggles.

But this place changed Elsie’s life completely. From the very first minute, she felt it will be something else, something good – because wow, he’s wearing my favourite band’s shirt. And oh, she hugged me, just as a greeting. Cool, they understand when I just don’t feel like talking, but they still try to keep in contact with me the next day; and so, she stepped out from her comfort zone every day. The many positive feedbacks from her teachers, the fact that people were interested in what she was doing, her friends – who were really her friends, not just fake ones – all gave her the self-confidence she had always craved. She finally had the courage to laugh loudly, speak up and talk in front of people, tell her own opinion, and even shout sometimes, if that was necessary. It was like waking up painless after a very long and painful headache.

So what was the missing part? Elsie couldn’t find out.

“Love” – This was Juliet’s eternal response. Elsie loved her dearly; she was American, and a huge fan of London. Even after a year living there, she still walks around the city like a little kid in the candy shop. She was lively, always cheerful, with a smile that could brighten up a room. A kind of girl whom every witch was jealous of, and every wizard liked. She was tall and slender, with short, blond hair and small, green eyes. Her face was average, nothing special – until she starts to smile. It changed her whole look.

Her smile was also the one Elsie loved most about herself, but she, on the other hand, was rather short, and not as slender as Juliet. She never had a problem with her shape, though. She also loved her long, brown hair and dark blue eyes, but her face wasn’t as naturally happy as Juliet’s. “You’re a romantic girl, Elsie, even if you try to deny it. A handsome guy – that’s what’s missing for you,” she winked and turned back to her sketchbook.

It was the first week of September. One warm but windy late afternoon, the two friends spent their time at Florean Fortescue’s terrace after their last class. Elsie took a sip from her coffee and sighed, “I don’t think that a guy would be the solution to my problems.”

“That’s a nice thought,” Juliet snapped her head up and pointed her pen at her friend. She was muggleborn, and still hated using quills, “But you’re nineteen, and still haven’t got a boyfriend yet! Or girlfriend. I don’t care. But believe me that is what you need,” after a proud smile, she brushed the loose strands of hair from her eyes, and then furrowed her brows, “Although, I don’t know what else to expect in clothes like that. Why do you wear that terrible sweater?”

Elsie put her cup down and looked down at herself: she wore black boots, dark grey skinny jeans, and an oversized, blue sweater, which was clearly too big for her, “It’s comfortable! Anyway, I can’t even remember where I got this…”

“Gross!” Juliet yelled and shivered, “Maybe you stole it from a homeless man when you were drunk and you don’t even remember.”

Elsie chuckled, but rolled her eyes as well, “I’m not you, Juliet. Probably my brother left it at home and somehow it ended up in my wardrobe.”

Juliet cleared her throat and slipped closer to her on her wooden chair, “So, your brother…”

“Is still engaged. Sorry.”

After a big, dramatic sigh, the blond girl cleared her throat and leaned back on the chair, “That guy is so handsome. Tell me if they divorce.”

Elsie laughed, “Would you look at that! He’s not even married yet and you’re already thinking about his divorce!”

Juliet’s eyes suddenly lit up, “You know what, we should go out! Pick up some guys…”

“Please no,” Elsie growled, but Juliet had already jumped up from her chair and half packed her things into her bag. With a sigh, Elsie finally stood up too. “Where do you even want to drag me to?”

“Leaky Cauldron, of course! There is always a lot of cute auror trainees at the start of the semester,” she said with a dreamy voice.

Elsie shrugged and followed her friend. She learnt that arguing with Juliet is useless, and she won’t stop whining until Elsie finally goes with her. “Fine, but I won’t stay long. I’ll visit my parents tomorrow, and I don’t want to see them again with a bad hangover because of you.”

Juliet threw Elsie a half-offended glance before she stopped after a few steps. “Take that disgusting thing off,” Juliet said pointing at Elsie’s sweater.

“No, I won’t! I only have a sleeveless shirt on under this, and it’s too cold for that,” Elsie whined, but Juliet crossed her arms across her chest.

“I will transfigure it into something slutty if you don’t take it off.”

“You’re the worst friend ever.” – She said after she pulled the comfy sweater off and stuffed it into her bag.”


Juliet was right. The pub was crowded with young witches and wizards; as it always was on the first weekend of September.

“Are you cold?” Juliet asked with a crooked grin, looking at her friend’s thin, sleeveless, white shirt.

“I am,” she answered with an offended voice as they sat on two empty barstools.

“Well, you really need to drink, then. Two firewhiskey, please,” she added, smiling at the bartender.

They had drunk firewhiskey after firewhiskey, but only Elsie tried to slow down with it. They talked about school and boys, and an hour later the place was completely full – a lot of people couldn’t even sit down.

“Look at that guy over there,” Juliet whispered into her friend’s ear, nodding at the direction of a group of guys near them, standing in a circle, “The one in leather jacket. He’s looked at me several times.”

Elsie sighed as she recognized him, “I know who he is. He was a year above me at Hogwarts.”

“Introduce me!” Juliet said immediately with a pleading voice, her tone already a bit unsteady from the alcohol.

“Not a good idea. I don’t even know him personally, and by the way, he’s a huge heartthrob… He loves playing with girls.”

“Sounds like my – oh my god, he’s coming here!”

Elsie rolled her eyes and stood up, leaving space for her friend’s newest prey, but at that moment her gaze met Sirius’s, and he halted two steps away from them, staring at her with frozen eyes for several seconds. “Erm… yes?” Elsie asked hesitantly.

Sirius slightly shook his head, his distant gaze finally found its way back, “Sorry. Elsie, yes?”

She could hardly hide her surprise as someone like Sirius Black knew her name and remembered her. “Yes. And this is my best friend, Juliet,” she stepped away, looking at the blonde, “She’s American, but she studies here.”

Sirius’ puzzlement vanished as quickly as it came when his gaze locked with Juliet’s. Elsie quietly walked away and disappeared in the crowd.

Half an hour passed as she tried to find familiar faces in the crowd, but she knew that people from her school usually picked another place to drink at. She didn’t want to interrupt her friend, so she had some more drinks alone, and tried to avoid drunk men until she got too bored and walked back to Juliet. Sirius just whispered something in her ear, resting his hand at the top of her thigh. “Elsie! You don’t want to go, do you?”

“I do, I was just about…”

“Just about to come with us? I just told your pretty friend here that there’s a party at my friend’s house – a housewarming – join us!”

Elsie smiled. “Who? And will they be really happy if we go to their party without an invitation? Surely there are just close friends…”

“James and Lily,” Sirius grinned, “and don’t worry about it, I invited you.”

Before she could protest again, Sirius embraced both of the girls’ shoulders and led them through the crowd, out of the bar and into the somewhat quieter street. Juliet’s steps were messy, so they rather chose a refreshing walk; apparating while someone was drunk was never a good idea.

“Just so you know, Sirius,” Elsie started quietly, while Juliet walked several steps ahead of them, loudly singing a song that neither Elsie nor Sirius knew “… if you hurt her, I’ll curse you.”

Sirius chuckled and looked mildly impressed. “Look at you, Elsie! You never were so savage… what happened to you?”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “I’m not savage! And you don’t even know me – how do you know what was I like?”

Sirius quickly looked away, his grin disappeared. By the time he looked back, only a slight smile remained on his face. “It’s time to change that, then.”

They smiled kindly at each other – it was strange. Even though Elsie didn’t know Sirius closely, she never saw him smiling like this. Juliet’s sudden appearance broke them up as she stopped next to Sirius and grabbed his arm. “You aren’t flirting with her, are you?”

“Are you jealous, love?” Sirius asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Juliet laughed with her usual, loud voice. “I’m not. No matter how charming you are, she would never want anything from you. She prefers good guys. Or girls. I still don’t know.”

“I’m here too, by the way,” Elsie waved. Soon they reached the apartment where Sirius knocked on the door. They heard muffled music and laughs through the walls before James opened the door – and Elsie saw it again. The same look that Sirius had not so long ago.

“Elsie?” He asked, clutching on the doorknob and looking at her.

She raised her eyebrows. I was freaking invisible to everybody for seven years, and now the most popular boys remember me? “Yes. I uh… I hope it’s okay that we came? We don’t want to bother your party or anything.”

“No, it’s fine, come in,” James said, his face still serious. Juliet and Sirius were already inside the house, while Lily joined James and her.

“Elsie! What are you doing here?” Lily asked, the familiar shock slightly in her green eyes, but she smiled. At least it wasn’t so strange – Lily used to help her with her Potions studies sometimes during her sixth year.

“Well, Sirius started to flirt my best friend, so…” She shrugged and Lily rolled her eyes, leading her into the living room. There were around twelve people there; Elsie recognized most of them as former Hogwarts students.

“It’s a really nice house. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Lily smiled kindly. For a second, something more serious flashed on her face, but just as she opened her mouth, the noise of a breaking glass interrupted them. “I swear, if they broke another mirror…” She growled, “You can find foods and drinks in the kitchen too with less drunken people.”

“Thanks,” Elsie said, smiling. She felt grateful since it’s as if the redhead girl just read her thoughts of wanting to stay away from drunk people. She took a last look at Juliet and Sirius. They were sitting close next to each other on a small armchair definitely too small for two people, but still just talking. She entered into the tiny kitchen where she quickly started to eat a sandwich. She just remembered she hadn’t eaten anything since her breakfast. People dropped in and out of the kitchen every so often, every one of them trying to talk Elsie into drinking another shot with them. She felt like she did that one time at Hogwarts when she went to a party – that was even worse, though, because she just felt more nervous back then. Now she could say no without being anxious about it.

But soon it was boring; sitting alone by the table. She poured some firewishkey in a small glass and started to drink, thinking about whether she should go out of the kitchen and make some friends, or just stay there until Juliet decides to go home – which probably won’t be any time soon, knowing her. She just stood up from a chair when someone appeared at the doorstep, but the man stopped right after he stepped in and set his eyes on her. He had that familiar look on his face again that Elsie had seen too many times that night.

“Okay, could you tell me why you and your friends are all looking at me like I’m a vampire?” She asked loudly, a bit annoyed, but not angry.

Remus couldn’t move, or speak, or breathe – he couldn’t really believe he finally saw her after two, long years. Her appearance hadn’t changed much, but he could tell from that single sentence that left her lips how much she had actually changed. As they looked at each other in silence, thousands of memories flashed through Remus’ brain – from the moment they first talked to each other in the library, to the moment when he first kissed her, to the moment he decided he wipe off all of her memories of him.

He cleared his throat after a few seconds which seemed like an eternity, but still, when he spoke up, his voice was hoarse. “I’m just… you didn’t… I never really see you at parties before. And I didn’t know you were invited here.”

Elsie grabbed another glass and started to fill it with firewhiskey. “I wasn’t. My friend and I met Sirius at the Leaky Cauldron and he picked up my friend, so we ended up here,” she reached her out her arm with the glass, offering Remus the drink; and as their fingers lightly brushed against each other, a fast but unbelievably intense feeling rushed over her. It was so quick she couldn’t even feel it or recall two seconds later. “Are you okay?”

Remus still looked bothered, but it was nothing compared to what he felt inside. It wasn’t so long ago when he finally started to recover from what had happened. After nearly two years, he finally felt he could move on. But standing in front of her and talking with her brought everything back – every feeling and every nice memory – everything that she had no idea about. He was a stranger to her, while she was still his whole world, he thought. “I’m okay. I’m just tired.”

“You’re an even worse liar than I am,” she smiled, sitting back down. “But fine, you don’t have to tell me. Join me for a few drinks, then.”

Remus thought about it for a few seconds; maybe he should leave now, until it wasn’t too late. But he missed her so much, and what harm can a few drinks and some talk do?

“So, what was that example with the vampires?” He asked after a sip, sitting next to her.

Elsie frowned, trying to recall the memory. “Oh! Well, my friend, Juliet – you don’t know her, she’s my classmate – once hooked up with a vampire. The way you and your friends looked at me tonight was exactly how I looked at her when she told me.”

“That is extremely dangerous,” Remus laughed. “I mean, vampires…”

“Yeah, I know, I know. But she’s still alive, so…” Elsie shrugged and chuckled too. “She loves to say that to me, you know. Every time when she’s flirting with someone and I try to talk her out of it, she says, ‘I had sex with a vampire, do you really think I can’t take care of myself?’”

They laughed together again before both of them emptied their glasses; Elsie refilled them immediately. “Since when are you drinking?” Remus asked in surprise, a small smile on his lips.

“And again, you act like you know me,” she said, causing Remus to look down for a second. “Anyway, it was since I started going to this school, which is full of people who loves to drink.”

“What are you studying?” Remus asked, slightly afraid of the answer. He knew about Elsie’s dreams, and how much she loved to write, but she was always too insecure. He knew he helped her a lot, encouraged her and talked her into writing more, but he didn’t know yet how much harm he had done when he took away her memoires.

“Writing,” she said, and Remus sighed in relief. “What about you?”

“Auror training,” he answered shortly, taking another sip.

“There you are!” A loud, thin voice suddenly interrupted them. Juliet rushed into the kitchen and stopped next to Elsie, leaning on her shoulder with half of her weight. “Listen. Look. I wanna go home with Sirius.”

Elsie sighed and looked at Remus, who grinned. “Let me guess, you’re Juliet.”

She turned her head towards him. “I hope she didn’t say anything good about me,” she winked, and looked back at her friend. “Will you be alright?”

“Yeah, but are you sure you should go? You’re drunk.”

“Tipsy,” she corrected in a sulky voice. “And I’m sure. You, pretty boy – what’s your name?” Juliet added, now turning to Remus.

“Remus,” he smiled.

“Remus. Will you please escort my friend home later?” She asked, and without waiting for his answer, she continued, “Thank you.”

She pressed a kiss on Elsie’s cheek before she left them in the kitchen.

“She’s allowed to hook up with vampires but you can’t even go home alone?” Remus chuckled.

Elsie shook her head and sighed, slightly embarrassed, and she was sure she blushed. “I’m pretty sure she only said that because… because she really wants to find a boyfriend for me.”

Remus tried his best to keep himself together. “And does she think I’d be a good one for you?”

She shrugged. “She knows I’ve never had a boyfriend before. She’s just really desperate to find me someone.”

Remus’s nails were digging into his palms, but he kept smiling. “How’s that you’ve never had anyone? Even after Hogwarts? I mean, you seem an amazing girl to me.”

Elsie bit her lower lip and a light pink colour appeared on her cheeks again. “I don’t want to start dating someone just so I can tell that I have a boyfriend, you know. I want it to be… special. I couldn’t be with just anyone. And…” she stopped there and shook her head with a shy giggle, “Nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“No, tell me!” He chuckled, unable to hide his curiosity.

After a deep breath and a sigh, she took another sip from her glass. “I don’t even know how I should say it,” she started in a low voice. “I had some dates with different boys, but I always gave up after one date. Because I just think it should be something more, something… special from the first moments. That probably sounds stupid,” she laughed again, but Remus was silent. “Sometimes I just feel there’s an exact feeling that I’m looking for, I just couldn’t find it. Which is stupid, again, because I’ve definitely never been in love.”

Fear and sadness filled Remus’ heart. She remembered. Not everything, not even a single thing – but there are bits and pieces from her feelings.

“I’m pretty sure you think I’m an idiot,” she said after Remus didn’t reply, still in deep silence. She grabbed her glass and emptied it. “I blame the firewhiskey. Usually I’m not so weird, I promise.”

“Aren’t you?” Remus smiled kindly, his voice weak.

“Well, maybe I am. But let’s just blame the firewishkey.”

The next few hours passed with talking and drinking. Elsie couldn’t really tell why she was so open with this boy – usually, it took her months to open up to someone like this, but there was something in Remus that made her feel safe.

It was almost three in the morning when drowsiness started to overwhelm Elsie – her blinks were long and her eyelids heavy, and her head almost fell off a couple times. Remus chuckled, seeing her sleepy face. “Maybe you should go home and get some sleep.”

She nodded slowly. “But you have to walk me home, remember?”

“I wouldn’t let you to go alone,” he said, slipping off of his chair and helping the girl up too; she needed to wrap a hand around him to stay on her legs. Sitting in one place for hours, they didn’t realized how drunk they were.

“Okay, uh… I’ll just say goodbye to James…” Remus started, looking around in the living room, but it was already empty except for Peter, who was dozing off on a couch, and another boy Elsie couldn’t recognize sleeping on the floor.

“I think they are just warming up their new bedroom,” she giggled. “Please let’s pretend I haven’t said anything and just goooo home.”

They walked on the streets, talking in incoherent sentences mixed with a lot of giggles; their arms around each other as a support to keep themselves standing. They needed to stop several times to pee, to laugh, and once, when Elsie put on her sweater. Her flat was close to Lily’s, but it still took them half an hour to get there. “Do you live far away?”

“I’d answer that, but I have no idea where am I,” Remus said, his head on her shoulder, hands on her waist. She laughed and he pulled back, but suddenly he froze, his smile vanished. “Where did you get that sweater?”

Elsie growled and tried to remember back. “It’s uh, my brother’s. I guess. Why?”

Remus’ heart leapt again. The firewhiskey made him forget about everything bad for a few hours, but now, nearly out of and due to nothing, everything suddenly came back again. His hands fell off of her and he took a small step back.

“Are you alright?” She asked with a concerned face.

He could only nod. “I should go home.”

“You can stay here if you want. You aren’t in the state to be wandering around,” Elsie suggested with a giggle, not really realizing that something seriously bothered Remus.

“No. I really… need to go.”

A disappointed sigh left her mouth. “Okay, then. But be careful,” she murmured and tiptoed to press a kiss on his cheek. Remus closed his eyes and tried not melt too much in her touch, but feeling her soft lips against his skin made him weak.

“Good night, Elsie,” he said, turning around so quickly that by the time she realized it, he had already disappeared in the dark.


Chapter 2 Chapter 3  Chapter 4 Chapter 5  Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9   Chapter 10

i can’t count the number of people who have said “oh I never knit, except during the war, of course”

i spent a goodish part of last night (I mean when I wasn’t finally dragged down to my doom by Candy Crush) looking up World War II knitting and sewing propaganda posters and let me tell you son don’t do the thing.

anyway my actual reason was a joke I’m slowly working about about Captain America being in propaganda about E V E R Y T H I N G and Steve Rogers being unable to know where to put his face seventy years later. So far I have:

EVERY STITCH COUNTS [picture of Cap earnestly and awkwardly bent over a woolly thing bristling with needles, NOT SHOWN: Steve Rogers arguing for hours that that isn’t even how you make a sock, Steve Rogers’ fancy afghan square contributed toward Myra’s wedding afghan by the girls, Steve Rogers mailing a package of socks to James Barnes, who is currently undergoing torture and does not receive them]

TIME TO SIT? TIME TO KNIT [picture of Cap, arms folded disapprovingly, gazing sternly at two ladies sitting and having coffee, smoking cigarettes in their idle hands, NOT SHOWN, Steve Rogers on train to Billings, Montana, where he’ll be second fiddle to a pig’s squeal being auctioned off (yes it happened, look it up), two showgirls cuddled up on either side of him, moving his hands in small, careful motions so June and Ruby don’t get disturbed even if he can’t sleep, needles clicking away on a hat that he’ll eventually throw at a man named Jim Morita, saying, “Just shut up and wear a damn hat, Jim, we all know you’re a delicate fucking hothouse California blossom”, also not shown, Peggy Carter, years later, pulling on much darned woolen gloves while her daughter says, “mummy why don’t you throw those old things away?”]

MENDING HELPS THE MEN [picture of Cap, allowing a girl to sew a rip on his uniform as he looks paternal and amused by her efforts, NOT SHOWN, Steve Rogers saying “Aww, Ginny, don’t worry, it’s gonnal take two seconds to fix, I ain’t gonna tell Bossman you ripped it if you ain’t”, taking a cheap satin skirt from one of the girls and fixing a tear on it with quick hands, also not shown, Steve Rogers looking down at a sweater that James Barnes wore for months of hell and carefully darning, reknitting, until finally he can hide it away where Bucky can’t see it but Steve knows he fixed something, even if he can’t fix Bucky—]

and I’ve run out of ideas and also I think I’m going to have to sit down in a corner and stare at nothing until I stop having feelings, ugh. 

anonymous asked:

could you do a fic where Gladio's s/o really likes to wear leggings and oversized sweaters (maybe even ones that belong to him) and Gladio thinks it's really cute? it's my fave thing to wear

liSTEN I AM HERE FOR CHICKS THAT WEAR THIS STUFF OKAY I INSTANTLY FALL IN LOVE WHEN I SEE GIRLS WEARING LEGGINGS AND AN OVERSIZED SWEATER LIKE MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT but anyway here is some soft Gladio that I hope you enjoy!

Generally Gladio wasn’t really the type of guy to care about what you wore.  He didn’t really understand fashion and frankly he thought worrying about it was a wasted effort.  As long as you liked the way you looked all was good.  Not to mention he would’ve complimented you no matter if you were wearing cargo shorts and a tank top or jeans and a t-shirt.  

The first time he saw you in leggings and one of his sweatshirts, however, he swore his heart stopped in his chest for a few moments.  His appreciation for leggings and yoga pants had always been of the male sort; they molded to your body and made your ass look damn wonderful.  Gladio had never really thought that they could be paired with something to make you look so genuinely adorable though.  

The way his sweatshirt completely enveloped you, easily coming down to right before your knees was quite honestly one of the best sights in the world.  It made him so incredibly happy – maybe it was the fact that he just got to see you wearing something of his that he enjoyed.  That idea quickly flew out of his mind though when he next saw you dressed like this.  

It had been during the middle of winter, your shared apartment cozy with the heater running while the brisk air swept through the few open windows.  Gladio had been up for a good couple hours at this point, his morning workout finished.  He was in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of you – nothing fancy, just eggs and bacon – when you walked out of the bedroom clad in leggings and a large fleece sweater.  Sleep still had a small hold on you, but you were awake enough to grab a few plates from the cabinet and bring them over so Gladio could plate the food.  

“The food’s gonna burn,” you said with a yawn.  You walked behind Gladio as he turned back to the food and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his back.

“Can’t help it,” he chuckled.  “You look so damn good like that.”  You furrowed your brows, pulling away to look down at what you were wearing.

“This?  It’s just what I like wearing around the house.”  Your voice held the note of a question.  Why would he be so taken with your designated lazy day outfit?  

Gladio turned around, plates in hand, and leaned down to press a lazy kiss against your lips before grinning down at you.  “What can I say?  You look cute.”  A small smile blossomed across your features.  It wasn’t often that Gladio used the word cute to describe you; it was a nice change.  “You gonna keep standing there or do you want to eat?” There was a playfulness in his voice that snapped you back to reality.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you grinned.

My Hero

Today at my school there was a gas leak so we evacuated while it was raining. I was having a real ass panic attack and I almost cried bc my school has 2000+ kids and I had no clue wtf was happening. So Mr. B came up to me, took my binders and textbooks and held his umbrella over me before saying “It’s ok Maddy, you can stay with me” and I just kept crying and he would not, for the life of him stop being the sweetest person on the planet. I wore my beauty and the beast pajama pants and he told me how I looked like Belle, and how he really liked my sun and moon necklace. Eventually he calmed me down enough and called my dad with his phone (cause mine was still in the building) to let him know I was okay. He had his arm around me and gave me his sweater and BITCH I WAS SCREAMING. He was trying to distract me from the fact that the building was literally a gas chamber and it was pouring bruh he really killed me. Anyways I love him so much and I can’t thank him enough for being there for me. I’m gonna bake him a cake I think

Sweater Weather: Remus x Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader goes to steal one of Remus sweaters because she’s cold & notices that he only has a handful that aren’t too small or torn & so she buys him a few and just puts them in his trunk and then he sees the reader wearing his favorite one and just knows it was her and its just really fluffy?

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff

A/N: I know they’re called jumpers in England (and if you’re me) but for the purposes of the story, we’ll stick with the American version (sorry) also, I’m changing it up just a little bit ;)

Word Count: 1350

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by snowonchristmas


I feel a chill run down my spine as a draft passes through the room. The fire blazes at my side, and yet I can’t seem to shake the chill of the coming autumn. I tuck my feet into the crack between the cushion and the armrest of my chair, huddling closer to the plush fabric, trying to keep warm as my eyes scan the pages of the book in my hands. But after reading the same paragraph for the tenth time and absorbing none of it, I give up.

I mark my page in the book, and crawl toward the boys dormitory. If there is one place to get a sweater, it’s from my boyfriend. I climb the stairs to the room he shares with his three best friends and don’t even pause to knock before opening the door, knowing fully well that the boys are in Hogsmeade for the afternoon.

I pry open the heavy lid of his trunk, and my nose is filled with the wonderful scent of cinnamon and apples that seems to be on everything around him. Under the lid, I find his impeccably organized belongings inside and a stack of four sweaters sitting on top. I immediately go for the grey one with blue embroidery, remembering how soft and cozy it was from the last time he wore it. It’s at the bottom of the stack and as I rifle through, I notice that the other three are in various states of disrepair. The knitting on two has started to unravel, while the other looks like it’s shrunk in the wash. A huff escapes my lips as I look over the sweaters. I carefully fold them anyway and replace them inside the trunk, and then pull the grey sweater on over my shirt, grab my book and head back to the girls dormitory.

I hear voices as I approach my own bedroom door, and recognize them as belonging to Marlene, Alice, and Lily.

“Knock knock,” I announce as I enter the room, immediately crossing to Lily’s bed and plopping down next to her.

“You know, saying ‘knock knock’ doesn’t actually count as knocking,” Marlene laughs from her bed, adjacent to Lily’s.

“Whatever, it’s my room, too,” I say.

“Is that Remus’s?” Alice asks, eyeing the sweater.

“Yep,” I reply, wrapping my arms around myself, and inhaling the scent of cinnamon. “Seems to be his only good one left, I almost feel bad for stealing it.”

“Emphasis on the ‘almost,’” Lily teases. And then an idea comes to me.

“Alice, you know how to knit, don’t you?”

“Yeah, why?”

I smile at her as a plan formulates in my brain.


Hours pass and Marlene, Lily, Alice, and I are completely surrounded by yarn of varying colors and textures, maroons and dark greens strewn across the floor, and our handiwork sits in the middle of our circle. Luckily for us, Alice had all of her crafting supplies stashed under her bed. It took about an hour for Lily and I to get the hang of the knitting, whereas Marlene gave up after about six minutes and has now put herself in charge of criticizing our work.

“(Y/N), he’s going to love these so much,” Lily says over her clanking knitting needles.

I smile, looking down at the dark navy sweater I’ve been working on, and then look back up at them. “I’m not sure I want to tell him it was us.”

Marlene laughs from her spot on her bed. “What, you want him to just happen upon them and think that the elves brought them for him?”

“Yeah, kind of,” I reply, smirking a bit. “I dunno, I just. I like the idea of him just… finding them.”

Marlene laughs again, shaking her head at me. “I swear you two were made for each other. You’re too nice.”


After a week of me disappearing with the girls at random times during the day to continue our work, the sweaters are finally finished and perfect. We’d created seven, rather gorgeously crafted sweaters, deciding one for every day of the week was best.

The door to my room creaks open and Alice pokes her head in announcing, “Coast is clear! They just went down to breakfast.”

I squeal a little bit, as Lily and I scoop up the sweaters and sneak over to the boys dormitory, stealing into their room. I pry open Remus’ trunk, the smell of cinnamon and apples hitting me once again, and put my stack of sweaters in, followed by the ones Lily’s handing me. As I close the lid, I look up to see her staring absentmindedly at the bed two over from Remus’.

“Hey, Lil, y’know James probably wouldn’t mind if you just waited up here for him,” I tease. She shoots me a look, semi-amused and semi-disgusted.

“I hate you,” she replies, shoving me in the arm before taking off out of the room, her dark red hair flying behind her.


The fire blazes by my side as I sit cuddled up on the sofa, enjoying the warmth of the flames while reading my book. A confident smile plays on my lips, and I revel in the idea of seeing Remus in one of his new sweaters. Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me, and smell the familiar scent of cinnamon.

“Afternoon, my love,” Remus says, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek.

“Hello,” I reply, turning my head toward him, and closing the book and place it on the sofa by my side.

“So, the strangest thing happened and you’ll never believe it,” he says, as he crosses to sit on the couch next to me, lifting my feet to drape across his lap.

“What’s that?” I ask, perhaps a little too innocently.

“So, one week ago to this day, my favorite sweater disappears while I’m gone with my friends to Hogsmeade, and then today seven brand new sweaters appear in my trunk, smelling strangely similarly to my wonderful girlfriend’s perfume, who happens to be sitting down, reading, in the common room wearing my same favorite sweater. What are the odds really?”

My jaw drops and I look down to realize that I was, indeed, wearing his grey sweater with the blue embroidery.

I groan at my stupidity, “I meant for it to be a secret gift.”

“Love, you’ve always been terrible at keeping secrets,” he replies, taking my hand and squeezing it a little.

“I beg to differ,“ I quip, giving him a look.

“Alright, you’ve kept that secret,” he laughs in surrender, and I chuckle a little too.

“I didn’t realize this one was your favorite,” I say pulling at the sweater slightly. “You can have it back, if you’d like.”

“I think I like it better on you, actually. Besides I have these seven new sweaters that this amazing girl got for me, so,” he says, while wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap.

“Well, ‘got’ is really not the correct term. More along the lines of ‘poured hours of her soul into creating’ is more like it,” I tease, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“You… you made them for me?” he asks, in a small voice. I look down into his eyes, and they’re full of amazement and wonder.

“Well, Alice and Lily helped a lot, but yeah,” I say.

In a moment, my back is pressed down against the couch, and Remus is pinning me down, and kissing me as if his life depended on it, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, the other cupping the back of my neck. And my arms are wrapped around his shoulders, holding him even closer to me.

He breaks this kiss, and looks down into my eyes.

“I hope you don’t thank Alice and Lily that same way,” I tease and he throws his head back in laughter.

“I love you so much,” he says. “You know that?”

I smile, slightly out of breath. “Yeah, but it’s still nice to hear.”


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Sweater Weather (OUAT!Peter Pan X Reader)

//Title Inspiration: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood//
Peter is hella OOC here…I was just desperate to finish this oneshot before I lost inspiration.

Tagging: @beltz2016

Originally posted by pan-imagines


It was truly wonderful to spend the summers in Neverland.
Sure, you lived on a deserted island with nothing but a clan of hormonal teen and preteen boys for the rest of eternity, but the joy you felt running along the shores and laughing into the clear sky felt worth it. The boys were kind enough, and your ‘malevolent leader’ at least had a sense of humor at times.
But it was the winters that made you want to go running back to the alleys you crawled from.
The worst part about it was that it couldn’t even properly count as winter. Since time stands still on the island, the only change in weather was the cold breezes that whipped through the woodlands to attack you every night. You frequently thank whatever made the rules of the island that there was no snow- and hoped that the cold would never get any worse than it already seemed to be.
You DESPISED the cold, if that wasn’t clear already.

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The Truth About Love - Marvel Series

 I’ve started a series based of P!nk’s 2013 album with the same name. Each chapter will be based on a different song from said album, with each chapter based on you and a different marvel/avengers character.

Part 1 // True Love (Bucky x Reader)


Just Give Me A Reason (Loki x Reader) Part 2

A/N: slightly AU, just imagine Loki has been sent to Midgard and kept there by the avengers, i’ve made out that thanos manipulated him into sending the army to earth, so yah, he is currently earning redemption and you two have, well, what you have.

Warnings: lil bit fluffy, kinda angst-y. 

Words: 1135

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs


Right from the start, Loki was a thief, he stole your heart.

But you were his willing victim. You fell for his charm and grace, you let him in. He had seen parts of you that weren’t all that pretty; your anger, your sadness, your anxiety that seeped through your skin through your troublesome days. He had been there for you through the thick and the thin, helping you fix what was broken.

Only, now, he was acting strangely. His touches weren’t lingering anymore, his eyes were dull and he tossed and turned in his sleep, mumbling incoherent words and pleas. You were arguing, making you tired and left wondering if the person you loved was even in there anymore.

Loki, darling…” You called to him, you were currently in the bathroom that was connected to your shared bedroom.

You didn’t receive a reply, so you exited the small tile room to the bedroom, seeking him out. “Loki?” You craned your neck to peer around the room and found him sound asleep on top of the black comforter, in the middle of the bed.

Softly padding towards him, you heard his tired mumbles.

No.. can’t do this… anymore.. F’give me…

Your breath hitched as you heard the sad words, you would have been used to it now, Loki wasn’t immune to nightmares, so recently he had been talking or mumbling in his sleep, things he wouldn’t say to you. These words were new, foreign, and his chest heaved with jagged breaths.

You placed a gentle hand on his sweater-clad arm, “Loki, my love, wake up, you’re dreaming.” You squeezed his arm and he jolted awake, eyes wide and chest heaving.

We, um… Loki, we need to talk.” You bit your lip as you looked down at the large pale hand holding your wrist.

What is it, my love?” Loki asked softly. He sat up against the headboard, pulling you against his side and draping an arm around your shoulders.

Well, you’ve been talking in your sleep, things you’ve never said to me,” He stiffened at your confession, “things like ‘I can’t do this anymore’ and ‘Please forgive me’. I’m just…” You rubbed your forehead, willing the tears to go away before they even spilled from your E/C eyes.

My sweet girl, Y/N, they are nothing but nightmares, I’m plagued with my past and the bad things I’ve done, being… being manipulated by Thanos, trying to replace Odin I-

I- I know, Loki, I just want to know why you’re saying ‘I’m sorry, Y/N’. Have you had enough of us? Our Love? Please, just give me a reason, just a little bit’s enough…” You looked up at him, his green eyes staring into yours, sadness drowned the green in a sheer glass.

I believe you deserve better than- than this,” He gestured a hand to himself, swallowing thickly as he switched to his natural form, then making it disappear as fast as it came, “you don’t deserve someone that shuts you out, you deserve someone who is…human and can love someone properly, who isn’t broken-

You placed a warm hand on his cold cheek, the silent ‘hush’ making his speech falter instantly. “Hold on a second, Loki. You? You’re not broken, you’re…you’re bent, like a radio satellite,” You both let out soft chuckles, “But you’re not broken my love, you can learn to love again. Come with me.

You stood up then, pulling this tall man- no - god - with you, messy black hair framing his porcelain features. Though he looked tired with dark circles surrounding his eyes, he was still the beautiful man that had stolen your heart and mended it back together.

You crept out of his room, his tall figure looming behind you like a shadow - he was dressed in all black, of course. You peeked around and saw no one around, “Follow me, there’s a place I haven’t shown you yet…

In about 5 minutes, you were on the roof of the compound, the cool summer night’s breeze flowing around both your bodies. You were glad you wore a hoodie and some leggings, even though it was summer season, it was still quite chilly at night. Loki had been wearing a sweater and loose joggers, but the cold wouldn’t bother him anyway, you knew that.

The dark skies were clear, save for a few small white clouds, the stars were shining brightly. There were no street lamps around due to the compound being a classified area, and you basked in the darkness.

It’s beautiful, right? I come up here to think… When- when I think you’re upset with me or- or something.” You dipped your head and heaved a sigh, you felt Loki’s cold finger stroke your cheek and you looked up with a sad smile. You sank down to the gravelly ground, legs crossed and patting the ground, signaling Loki to sit next to you, and he did.

I’m sorry- I don’t understand where all of this is coming from, I thought that we were fine, our heads are running wild, my dear, we still have everything, but it’s all in our minds, I think.” Loki pulled you into a tight hug, stroking your hair gently. You nuzzled your face into the soft material of his sweater, basking in his familiar scent.

Yeah, but… this is happening…

You’ve been having really bad dreams, too, Y/N. You cry out, you say things also, might I add. You beg me to stay, you… you used to lie so close to me, too. I think we’re drifting apart with the worry.” His hands were resting against your jaw, thumbs grazing lightly over your damp cheeks. His eyes were still glassy.

I guess there’s nothing more than empty sheets between our love-

My love, like you said I- no, our love isn’t broken, just bent, like a radio satellite,” he whispered, before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your swollen lips.

As you broke apart, you whispered against his lips, “I feel as if I cry so much, my tears ducts may rust,” it was true - your eyes were constantly throbbing due to a number of tears you shed during the past few weeks, you didn’t go a day without letting them fall, you were too weak to hold them back, so you thought.

We will fix it, I promise.

Loki, you’re holding it in, just let go, please…” And just like that, Loki hung his head and let his shoulder rake with sobs.

I know you’re not used to Midgardians, yet, but here on earth, it’s okay to cry; it’s not a sign of weakness, Odin cannot scold you here.

Behind pained smiles, there was a love so strong between the both, right now you couldn’t see it, but it was there.

We can learn to love again.


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anonymous asked:

I remember him just rolling around on his one wheel during the season three announcement. I kept thinking he was like a kid. Maybe they took notice to how much people love some of those short lived outfits, tbh. And maybe Alec dressing in fancy shirts will stop the show fics where Alec dresses in clothing with holes in it. That never made sense for show!Alec anyway. His clothing was never bad and he is head of the institute, a job which he takes seriously.

i still recall that one anon who called harry a soft chaotic bro and to this day this remains the best description of him.

but also mood re: Alec, ALEC HAS ALWAYS KNOWN HOW TO DRESS HIMSELF he tucks in his shirts and they fit him well; the most tragic choices he’s made are his denim party shirts and that one time he wore dress pants with combat boots, but he’s never descended into oversized holey sweaters level.

actually alec has more variety in his wardrobe than jace but no one seems to account for this 🤔 i blame the books tbh.