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Road rat cuddles and ls

(Idk what the Is is so here’s some fluff.))

It was a lazy Sunday mid afternoon, and sure there were things that they could be doing, but it didn’t really matter, not like they would do it anyway. Leave the heavy lifting to the chumps of the compound. No Mako was content to be stretched out on his bed in the sunlight the managed to force itself into the room.
When he had first joined overwatch he wasn’t sure that he was making the right decision, it wasn’t like they were exactly heroes, but they were anything if they it paid well enough and well it did. Suddenly they had enough, enough food, enough shelter, enough family and it was nice. There was nothing to overthink, they had more here than they ever did anywhere and sure it was awkward and first but that was than and now they were at home.
He brushed the hair out of Jamison’s face as he was still sleeping, he was half on Mako, which was partly the reason why Mako hadn’t so much as tried to get out of bed.
Sleep didn’t come easily to either of them, so when Jamison was actually asleep he would do everything in his power to make sure that he wouldn’t wake up. Mako had his own set of nightmare that he had to deal with and he couldn’t imagine what Jamison’s were like, he couldn’t imagine what he had gone through. He didn’t like to think about it but sometime he couldn’t get it out of his head, especially at times like this when it was too quiet and he could just think. It was awful to just think sometimes. Junkrat adjusted to how he was lying and Mako held his breath afraid that he was waking up, but soon he heard the deep breathing he usually made whenever he did sleep.
 He matched his breathing to Junkrat’s and just focused on that and it was nice and peaceful. He could feel himself drift in and out of sleep.

There is value to be found in every single drawing. Sometimes it’s in technique, sometimes it’s in story, sometimes it’s in emotion… Sometimes in it’s in that one mistake that ruined everything and the things you learnt from it.

On social media, any one of those things can be recognised, or none of them can. Because art is subjective, and your audience may not measure value in the same way that you do.

On tumblr in particular, there is a huge focus on content that is relatable. People enjoy media that speaks to them and to the things that they are interested in. It’s why fandoms exist and why fanworks are so popular.

The harsh truth is that no one can be forced to consume media that they aren’t interested in. If people can’t find reason to support a creator, namely because their content doesn’t speak to them, they are completely within their right -no matter how much love the artist has poured into their work (or how great it would be if we did all support each other).

Since creator and consumer don’t owe each other anything right off the bat, it’’s important to stop relying on that relationship when it comes to making art. Of course, the creator could always adapt their content to fit their audience, but that’s an attitude that could become quite unhealthy.

So instead, you should work towards realising that what you’re creating is valuable and precious and unique -no matter how much attention it did or didn’t get. 

I don’t care if you started yesterday, if you think your art is bad, if your last post got two likes and the only reblog was from yourself  -the very act of creating is so inherently beautiful and you should be proud of yourself. You don’t need validation or permission to keep drawing. But if you really want it, then know that I’m proud of you, that your grind motivates me to work, and that you have my and everyone else’s blessing to go and create the things that only you can.

Your right to ship what you want doesn’t supersede someone else’s right to express their discomfort with your shipping habits.

Part of being a responsible member of fandom means understanding that people may have issue with your media consumption. Especially when your chosen ship is triggering to others. It doesn’t matter if it’s a coping mechanism; it doesn’t matter if you do your best to hammer whatever you think are the problematic elements out of it, people still have the right to express, on their personal blogs, how uncomfortable your ship makes them. 

You cannot shout down people expressing their discomfort with fandom trends as “spreading drama” or “encouraging hate.” You cannot uncritically advocate that people blindly and silently accept every fandom trend, trope, and ship without saying anything about. 

I’m not talking about sending hate to creators; not only is that useless, but it makes things more personal than necessary. But people have the right to express their discomfort with fictional pairings and fandom trends without every shipper responding with an essay as to why they’re being personally attacked. Responsibility is a two way street; yes, people have the responsibility to avoid content that upsets them, but shippers of problematic ships have a responsibility to not normalize a culture of blind acquiescence, or hound people for posting untagged opinions about your ship. They have a responsibility to understand that what they’re doing may make people uncomfortable and not throw a tantrum when someone points out their problematic ship is problematic. 

You cannot silence people who are triggered by your ship. 

You cannot create a culture where any impersonal dissent is immediately shouted down under the guise of “not spreading drama”. 

You cannot create a culture where people’s fictional pairings matter more than people’s right to express their discomfort with fictional pairings. 

Most importantly, you need to be okay with the fact that people are going to find your ship unsavory. Your right to ship what you want doesn’t supersede someone else’s right to express their discomfort with your shipping habits.

a. Stop making excuses for yourself to do the things you really want and love to do.
b. Spend your time wisely and productively.
c. Keep learning. Every day is a new opportunity for you to grow.
d. Save as much as you can. Save for a long-term goal. Do not save today and spend it later on for unnecessary things. Value your money. You don’t know what the future holds.
e. Stop complaining. Stop ranting. Start appreciating whatever you have right now. You just have to realize that life is about acceptance, being contented and making the best out of the things you have since you have more than enough.
f. Keep in touch with your old friends. They helped you to be the person you are right now. Plus, you are all growing old. It’s nice to look back at those funny moments you did back then.
g. Spend a lot of time with your parents. No matter how busy you are with your work, other activities or friends, make sure that you still lend some of your time to talk or laugh with them before the day ends.
h. Forget the past but learn from it. Live in the present and make the best out of it. Be ready for the future.
—  redserpentfortytwo, Eight Notes to Self I have to Live by Everyday

What happened in Manchester is absolutely appalling and it saddens me that innocent lives were lost because of a selfish cunt’s warped perception of ideology, or selfish self imposed goals. Admittedly, I don’t know enough about what happened.

The last thing anybody needs right now is shitty journalists making poorly timed jokes, or an attention seeking toolbox trying to get people to notice them by any means.

I urge everyone to block Onision, Mr. Leavitt and anybody who posts shit like this at the time of any tragedy. It doesn’t matter if you’ve never followed them, or look at their content. They just don’t deserve to be seen or heard. There’s no place for hate. No place for petty one-upmanship. And certainly no place for incredibly offensive jokes.

#BlockOnision #BlockDavidLeavitt

In all of the PewDiePie discourse, I think my favorite recurring defense is, “It was the heat of the moment! He was angry at the game! We’ve all been there!”

I like videogames. I’ve liked videogames my whole life. And I’ve raged with the best of them. Remember Red Dead Revolver? Those fucking duels? The ones that took HOURS to beat. Remember the early days of playing Duty on Live when you had no idea what you were doing and got your head blown off? I do. I had to MAKE UP NEW SWEAR WORDS to express my rage. I was 12 with the mouth of a sailor because I just kept getting blown away.

But, for a more recent example, a few months back I finally got an Xbox One. And I got Fallout 4 because it seemed like it would be fun. But I was wrong. Because I SUCK at Fallout 4. I don’t know what it is about that game but I suck worse at F4 than most people suck at ANYTHING. Imagine dropping 3 bills on a new console and another 30 bucks on a game you thought you’d love just to completely and utterly BLOW at it. I die… So much. So much. SO MUCH. And I scream. I rage. I curse the heavens. But do you know how many racial epithets I’ve thrown around? Do you know how many times I’ve said the N-word? None. And do you know why? Because I’m not a fucking racist. It never occurred to me to casually hurl that slur at my TV because it’s not part of my everyday vocabulary. I haven’t shouted it at raiders because I’ve never used it in my life. I am, however, from New Jersey, perhaps the swearing capital of the world, and so I’ve thrown out words like twat-bag and dick-fuck and shit-skull but racial slurs? They just don’t instinctively come out of my mouth when I’m upset at a fucking videogame. Never. Not once. Because they’re not words that I use in any other part of my life.

This is so not the first time PewDiePie has done or said something utterly disgusting, and it won’t be the last, especially with all of you sucking his dick no matter what he does. I’d love to use the hypothetical, “What if he said something massively offensive like ‘kill all Jews’? Would you still defend him?”

But he did. And you did. PewDiePie will go down in history as both the most subscribed YouTuber and somehow the most bulletproof. And all of you PewDiePie stans, the ones so content and complacent about casual, passive racism, will be right there with him. Congratulations on the guy you stan. You, uh, you sure picked a good one.

Assassin Preference: Dancing (with you)

A/N: I kinda assumed this was fairly-formal dancing, but I added in just casual dancing if it applied!


Altair isn’t the dancing sort of guy. Not when it’s a group of people. He likes to maintain his Assassin image and dancing was not something a ‘true’ Assassin did. Alone, he’ll sometimes hold your hand and slowly move the two of you back and forth across the room. Eventually he has more fun with it, and you swear you’ve never heard him chuckle so much in one hour. It’s a secret the two of you share. The kisses at the end are nice, too.


Oh, Ezio adores dancing! It doesn’t matter what the song is; something lively, something more refined, anything! It’s a chance to be close with you, and to show off his excellent footwork (or so he brags), what could possibly be the downside? He steals a few kisses at the end of each song, and asks you for another dance until your feet are too tired to continue. He especially loves dancing with you at parties; look at how lovely you are, and you’re there with him! Dancing with him! What could be better?


Connor would be hesitant because he’s not quite sure how to dance with you. A few encouraging words from you would help him get started, but you’d have to lead him through the steps. He pays close attention to your feet, trying to mimic your steps, but that means he’s constantly looking down and not at you. You can’t help but smile at his knitted brows and pursed lips, repeating the same step over and over with you until he’s got it. He doesn’t do anything halfway, that’s for sure.


Haytham knows how to dance, but he’ll only do it on his terms. Try to get him to dance when he doesn’t want to and he’ll just give you a nettled “Not now, I’m busy” (And yes, he will say this even when he isn’t doing anything productive). When he wants to, he’ll approach you politely and extend a hand, asking for a dance. He’s a great lead, and he knows it too. Just don’t get too big of an ego there, Kenway.


Aveline knows how to dance, and can dance well. She would love to dance with you- whether you’re experienced at it or not. She’ll teach you if you’re new, complement your skill if you’re not. Sometimes she’ll get dressed up and go out to a party to dance with you, but she likes spur-of-the-moment dancing too. What makes dancing with her so fun is that she isn’t good at just one style. From straight-laced ballroom dancing to loose and fun kind of dancing where the two of you just make up moves as you follow the rhythm of the song, she’s a practiced expert.


Edward’s not much of a dancer. He doesn’t want to be called Captain Tippy Toes for the rest of his life, and trust me, most of his pirate buddies wouldn’t hesitate to call him something like that. If he had to for, say, a mission where blending into high society was a crucial part and there was dancing, then sure. Maybe. He wouldn’t be happy about it and he’d still try to convince you not to dance with him. He’d say he was a bad dancer, two left feet and all that, or maybe he ate too much of that fancy turtle soup (which he also complained about because who ate turtles for fun?), but you know he’s just giving you excuse after excuse. If by some stroke of luck he’s dancing with you, he’s not half bad. Definitely not the oaf he claimed to be. He lacks the formal training of the upper class, but he didn’t make a fool of himself. It surprised him just as much as it surprised you.


He can dance. Of course he can dance. He’ll dance with you if he gets the chance, but he doesn’t get as many chances as he’d like. Sometimes, on a slow evening, he’ll take your hand and sway with you to no particular music. One (or both) of you start to hum along, making your own songs as you go. It’s one of the things he loves doing no matter how he’s feeling. There’s something so normal about it. So slow, so gentle. Even if it’s a spirited dance- he’s used to getting shot at and having to always look over his shoulder, dancing definitely doesn’t get his adrenaline pumping (which, quite frankly, is nice. Too much adrenaline and coffee is not a good mix).  


She doesn’t dance. That’s what she told you. You found that hard to believe- she had to at least know how to dance, right? With her grace, it wasn’t a far-fetched assumption to make. Well, you were right- she can dance. But you really didn’t want to ask for a dance after seeing her “waltz” with Starrick. Yeah… you wouldn’t press the matter any further even if you weren’t in danger of her leading with her right foot. You’re just content to know that one day, when she finally wants to dance, she knows how (and can teach you if you do not).


Jacob? Dancing? He’s one of the leaders of London’s largest crime syndicate! Do you think he won the boroughs over by dancing?! (Well, now that you mention it…) He’s a gang boss, not some… some… poncy stuffed politician! Do you want him to wear one of those infernal suits again? Don’t answer- I already know your answer. What do you mean you’ve seen him practicing to impress you? That never happened. Never! You have no proof! And you say he’s actually quite good when he thinks no one is watching? What? Ridiculous!


Desmond is good at dancing next to you. Not so good at the whole ‘with you’ part. Who ballroom dances anymore? Not Desmond, that’s for sure. Not that he’s against trying- he just never learned how to do it properly. He’s also not the best dancer even in a situation where he knows what he’s doing, but it’s endearing. Why does he move his hips so much? What’s that goofy smile always on his face? He will always look at you while dancing, to watch your face go a little red and that one half-embarrassed, half-adoring smile spread across your face. It’s one of the best parts about dancing, in his opinion.

anonymous asked:

Hey I understand your concerns about all this homophobia and everything But even so I feel you have to respect other people's opinions on things Yes it's not good to voice them out and hate on people But that doesn't mean you have to expect them to agree with you and everything you say I feel it's okay to stand by your beliefs so long it's not being hurtful to others

well, then i hope you respect my opinion when i say this ask makes me extremely uncomfortable and i do not agree with you at all

i’ll use the example of something that actually happened to me: a user admitted to me that they don’t read/write/draw/support any queer ships, no matter what, because those ships simply don’t align with their beliefs and values. they were very respectful, they said they supported my right to create that content, but that they can’t in good conscience support it themselves because it’s not what they believe. 

so i blocked them. 

it doesn’t matter that they were nice and it doesn’t matter that they were respectful. they basically admitted to me that they cannot support queer content because queer relationships do not align with their beliefs (in this case, there were religious reasons). when i talk about homophobia in cases like this, it ceases to be contained only within the context of shipping. i’m a queer woman, and when i hear someone tell me, “i don’t believe in the relationships you have with other people because it doesn’t line up with my values,” i feel extremely uncomfortable. 

bigotry is still bigotry even if you’re nice about it. 

i refuse to respect someone’s opinion when their opinion is that my relationships with women are somehow incorrect, wrong, distasteful, or worthy of being actively avoided. as if there’s something wrong with them. as if there’s something about them that makes them a deal breaker. if all queer ships and all queer couples walking in the street holding hands make you uncomfortable, that is not something i should have to respect. if anything, i’d like you very far away from me and would rather you ceased interacting with me permanently. 

there is no “respectful” way to be homophobic. 

Laundry Mishaps (M) - RA!Jimin

Originally posted by hoseokijn

Summary: You just wanted to do some laundry, but an encounter with the RA leads to a private session in his dorm room.

Member: Jimin

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning: Smut, oh dear god

A/N: Supposedly based on the RA!Jimin from the RA!Jimin headcanon. Supposedly. He’s a lot more fluffy there than he is here, that’s for sure.

Sequel: Take a Break (M)

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[Trans] 170521 Ravi’s twitter

‘I want to be a trend.’
It doesn’t mean copy my music, ignore and hurt my fans.
There is a distinct difference between what is being influenced by a reference to creating a work, and there’s a difference between being confident and shameless.
I believe in trial and error as a creator, and you can take pride in your work, but there is a big difference depending on how you do it. It’s disgusting to ignore my fans who love and support me and my music. No matter what you say, plagiarism is not right. Instead of fighting, I’d rather you think about “how were you influnced by someone (else)”. I want everyone to consider our content- think about the consequences (that you have caused). I hope that you don’t intend to hurt us and our fans.

Better This Way (Chapter Six)

The beginning of this is some smutty smut, so mind the “Read More”. And then… well I mean, I warned you guys about the angst lol. Not too bad yet but its getting there!


Enjoy :)


The sun was just barely coming up, pinpricks of light stealing in from the edges of the curtains when Peter’s full heat finally hit, and he went from mewling softly as Wade touched him to crying out, digging his heels into the bed to shove his hips into the air, thrusting helplessly into Wade’s loose grasp. He was swearing, sweating, tearing at the sheets, rubbing his thighs together as slick started flowing.

“Pete.” a growl ripped from Wade’s throat. “Omega.” He could feel the change in the air, as the easy lines of contentment, pleasure, gentle between them ratcheted up to need, desperate, more.

“Yes.” Peter moaned. “Alpha. Yes.” he was already starting to slur a little as the heat took him, dragging his fingers through his hair and down his face, trying to muffle his moans behind his hand.

“God dammit.” Wade ran his hands up Peter’s chest, resting over his racing heart before moving back down, not stopping the restless motion of his hips, just pressing lightly so Peter had something to thrust up against, nearly biting his tongue off when one of those long legs hooked around his waist, urging him down against the omega. “Wish I could see you.” he muttered and Peter nodded.

“Alpha, want to see you too. Want to see you and taste you and–fuck fuck—” Peter wrapped his other leg around Wade’s waist and tightened them, canting his hips and forcing Wade down against him.

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“Her buckskin jerkin and leggings were scruffy, but her bow and quiver were beautiful. The arrows deftly fletched with owl feathers for silent flight. On the first two fingers on her left hand she wore leather fingerguards, and strapped to her right forearm was a wristguard of polished green slate. Torak guessed that such wristguards were worn by people who lived for their bows. ‘That’s what matters to her,’ he thought.”

-Wolf Brother by Michelle Paver

Happy Birthday Part 2//H.S

Hello Loves!!! You asked an you shall receive!! Here’s part two to Happy Birthday! I hope you like it! As always my masterlist is linked in my bio and requests are open. Don’t be a stranger! Love you all!! XR

Part 1

Harry was woken by a knock on the door and the pitter patter of little feet running down the stairs. He sat up and stretched out the crick in his neck, his head pounding like a drum.

“Hey, Lux. Is Uncle Harry here?” Y/N’s voice sounded through the house and suddenly he remembered why he had drunk himself into a stupor and had spent the night on Lou’s very uncomfortable couch.

Before his goddaughter could answer Harry was up and off the couch, heading for the door. He kept his gaze focused on the young girl, afraid to look at her. Afraid that as soon as he looked at her, he would forgive her.

“Lux why don’t you go wake up Mommy.” Lux nodded and ran by him, heading up the stairs to wake up the probably even more hungover Lou. When they were alone, he dared to glance up. She was holding a cupcake, a candle precariously placed in the frosting.

“Uhm… Hi.” She tried for a smile, but her voice sounded just as tired as he felt. “Lou called and said that you were here.”

“Didn’t you think that was probably because I didn’t want to see you?” He bit out, a little harsher than he intended. Her smile quickly fell and her eyes glanced down to the cupcake in her hands.

“Harry… I just… I’m sorry.” Her voice wavered as the emotion began to build. “I’ve been a shit girlfriend as of late. And last night was just…” She let out a huff, trying her best to reign herself back in but the tears had begun to fall and there was no going back.

“I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am. I never meant to make you feel like you were unimportant. Harry, you’re my world.” Her shoulders shook with soft sobs. She couldn’t lose him.

Harry watched her implode, watched the guilt that had been consuming her all night finally make it’s way to the surface. Yes, he was hurt and jealous and angry, but watching the woman he loved stand in front of him, crying over a cupcake, nearly broke his heart.

“What kind of cupcake is it?” Y/N’s head shot up, her face glistening with tears. She let out a watery laugh and stepped closer to him. He felt a smile pull his lips into a smile as he grabbed her around the waist.

“It’s some kind of triple chocolate.” She smiled, raising it up to his lips, the burning candle reflecting in her eyes. He inhaled then quickly blew out the candle, the smoke rising between them.

“What did you wish for?” She asked, putting the cupcake down on the banister next to them. He wrapped her in his arms, tucking her gently into his chest. She breathed him in, relishing in his comfort and closeness.

“Does it matter? Got all I want right here.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and closed his eyes. He would be content to miss all the rest of his birthday’s just to hold her like this forever.

Sunday Morning - Joe Sugg

Pairing: Joe Sugg & Y/N
Words: 945
Warning(s): none
Summary/Request:  Can you make an imagine where Y/N and Joe are just cuddling in bed and having cute little moments and mainly have fluff? Thank you!!

You woke up to fingers tracing up and down your exposed back, your pj top obviously shifting during the night. The fingers trace up your spine and down to the base of it, moving to outline different shapes and words that you could barely make out.
What you did make out was the light touches that were spelling out the words ‘I love you’.
“I love you too, Joe.” You replied sleepily, turning your head on your pillow so that you could face your long-term boyfriend.
He smiled at your words, happy that you were now awake on the beautiful Sunday morning.
His fingers continued to make shapes on your back as you woke up a bit more.
Opening your eyes fully, you moved yourself so that you were cuddled into Joe’s side, head on chest and legs intertwined with each other.
“I don’t want to get up.” You whined lightly, nuzzling your head further into his chest.
“We don’t have to, videos are all scheduled, no plans with the boys or anyone today, just me and you and this room.” He answered, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
“Speaking of the boys, how are they?” you asked.
Joe spoke of the boys, how Jack was progressing well with his DJ work, Conor was working on some new music, Caspar being out with Maddie a lot and not really seeing the boys much, but he was happy that his friend was happy. He talked about Josh and Mikey, how they were excited for new projects coming up soon and some future skit ideas they had, Oli and how proud he was for him coming out with his second book, happy that he had made so many friends because he was bored and decided to do what Zoe was doing one day.
He spoke about the Sidemen, and the videos he recently filmed with Simon, JJ, and Cal. How he thought his viewers were really going to like them, however he did have to edit them down quite a bit since they were going on his main channel.
Joe was currently training with the boys quite a bit due to the Sidemen match coming up soon.
“I’m really excited for it, it went down really well last time.” He rambled, but you were content listening to him as he was happy. “But there’s going to be a lot more people there than last time…” he trailed off.
You turned to look up at him, moving your hand that was around his waist up to his face, getting him to look back at you.
“Hey, you’ll do great. I know you will. And I’ll be right there on the sidelines with the other girls, cheering you on no matter what happens.” You reassured him.

You moved onto the topic of going to visit your families for a bit before the summer, as that would be the busiest time of year for the two of you. You arranged that you would go down to see his dad and then his mum, before going out to see your family a week later. As you had been going out with Joe for a couple of years, your families were always very excited when the two of you came to visit, organising a fun packed week when you did.
You began to talk about VidCon, how excited the two of you were about going, to see all the long-distance friends you had both made through YouTube. About the collabs you had planned with others, knowing that they would be good for when they came out. You were both staying for two weeks after VidCon ended, spending a week at Coachella and the rest of the time relaxing and exploring California.

After the long and detailed chats about where you were staying, and where exactly the two of you wanted to go, you came to a comfortable silence.
Joe rubbed his hand up the side of your arm, pressing warm kisses on the top of your head, trailing them down the side of your face and eventually meeting your lips.
Joe changed his position so that he was hovering over you slightly, leaning his weight onto the mattress below you. Drawing back ever so slightly, he gazed into your eyes and smiled.
He leaned in again, pressing short but sweet kisses to your lips, making you giggle in response.
He moved to your side, but moved his hand so that his fingers delicately traced over your facial features.
“I can’t wait for Sunday mornings in the future,” he whispered, running his finger slowly down the bridge of your nose.
“Kids coming running in, begging for you to come make breakfast for them and to play games,” he continued, tracing the dip where your collar bone was.
“Us having to cover up quickly because we had some amazing sex the night before,” he smirked, tracing over the outline of your lips before you hit him in the side lightly.
“Joe!” you laughed.
“You’re going to look so beautiful in a wedding dress coming down the aisle, having that pregnant glow with all our mini-me’s, growing old together.” He smiled thinking about it.
You imagined the future, one with Joe and children, maybe a daily vlogging channel to document the most sacred moments of your time together.
You both smiled, Joe leaning down to kiss you properly, tingles coming from where your lips met and where his hands were rested on your waist.

He pulled back a fraction, “I think we should go make breakfast.”

Chest To Chest With Your Lover

Pairing/Character: Steve Rogers x Reader
SMUT, choking, slight Captain kink, oral sex (FR)
When your insecurities get the best of you and you begin to get mouthy, Steve shows you how beautiful you are to him… In Steve’s way.
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[Remus x Reader] The Lupins.

Originally posted by harrypottersources

Anon:  Hey I was wondering if you would write something about Remus x reader where they have a daughter (maybe 10 yrs old) and Remus is like a total over protective dad and makes up crazy rules like “no dating until you’re 42 three months twelve days and 14 hours” and maybe throw in Sirius (he can be her god father idk) and he’s like “don’t worry, I’ll take you to the strip club when you’re 18” lol idk I thought it’d be funny

A/N: Okay, so this one went a bit wild. Thanks for the request anon! It was a funny and refreshing idea. I hope you will like it! Requests are open, and here is my Masterlist if you are interested in it :)


You were bustling around the kitchen, a delicious smell lingering in the air, as you prepared the food, for tonight’s Christmas party. Everyone was coming, so there was a lot of things that had to be done. Lily and Marlene were going to come a bit earlier to help you out, so that left your children and your husband in charge of cleaning the house up. For now, everything was going just as you planned.
“Mmmm what smells so good?” Remus exclaimed cheerfully, as he walked into the kitchen.
“Shouldn’t you be cleaning the living room, love?” you smirked, not turning your gaze from the pot in which you were melting some chocolate. He chuckled and hugged you from behind.
“Already done. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?” he whispered in your ear, making you giggle.
“Fine” you sighed “I will leave you some of it” he grinned and kissed your cheek.
“You are an angel, do I say that often enough?”
“Only if it includes chocolate related things, you cheeky little thing” you said as you turned the gas off.
“That’s not true!” he argued and spun you around, the grin still spread across his face.
When he stopped, he pulled you closer to himself.
“How did I get so lucky?” he looked at you, and once again you felt like a teenager standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower, getting lost in his green eyes.
“You tell me” you smiled, as he leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours. It was only in his arms, that you felt loved, treasured and safe. It was the place that always felt like home.
“Ugh, please not in the kitchen” you pulled away, as you saw your kids standing in the entrance, a look of terror spread across their faces. You both chuckled, but chose to ignore their request.
“Have you finished cleaning?” you asked trying to change the subject.
“Yes, Mommy” said the two at the same time, as they seated themselves at the kitchen table, cleaning brushed still in their hands.
“Well done” you smiled, and kissed their foreheads.
You and Remus had two children. Eleanor, which was already thirteen and a nine-year-old Tommy. You both loved them endlessly, knowing, you would do anything for them.
As you proceeded to pour the melted chocolate over your cake, with Tommy eagerly wanting to participate in the procedure, you heard a loud screech coming from the nearby window.
Knowing it would be an owl, you asked Remus to get the letters.
Once he did, he put the stack on the kitchen counter and started to flip trough it. Suddenly he pulled one out, a frown quickly appearing on his face.
“Elle, there is a letter for you” he said, already turning in order to give it to her.
“Really?” she smiled, eagerly taking the white piece of parchment.
As soon as she opened it, she nibbled on her lower lip, a blush slowly covering her cheeks.
“Well, who is it from?” you asked, clearly intrigued by the situation.
“It’s from Steven” she mumbled quietly, her gaze still fixated on the letter.
“What Steven?” Remus asked, already hovering over her head, in order to read some of its content.
“What does he want from you?” he asked, as she shoved the piece of paper in her pocket.
You could feel the sense of protectiveness radiating from him. He often acted this way, especially if he was jealous, or when someone wanted to interfere in your family’s matters, without his approval.
He easily over exaggerated, so it was your job to bring him back to his senses.
“It’s probably nothing, love “ you said trying to calm him down “Right, Elle?”
“He only asked me to accompany him to Hogsmeade next week” she stated, regaining her courage.
“He did what?!” he shouted in disbelief.
“Remus, it’s only a date” you frowned and folded your arms across your chest.
“She is only 13!”
“That’s when we started dating too” you sighed and rolled your eyes at him.
“But that is not the point!”
“Calm down you two, he is not my boyfriend. For now, he is just a friend” Elle said, trying to somehow end the discussion.
“Eleanor, there is no such thing as female-male friendship” Remus said firmly, as he looked her in the eyes.
“Excuse me?” you raised your eyebrow in surprise “ So what were we?”
“Yes, we were friends, and you know very well what we did Y/N”
“What did you do?” Tommy said with an innocent voice, not really understanding what was going on.
“Nothing!” you blushed and glared at Remus “ So what, are James and Sirius my enemies?”
“Someone called me?” Sirius exclaimed as he and Marlene walked into the kitchen, carrying two containers filled with food.
“Sirius, thank Merlin! Can you help me with this one” you pointed at your husband, which all at once raised his hands up as if he had done nothing wrong.
“Moony why are you endangering your relationship?” he asked with amusement, and chuckled, as Remus gave him a betrayed look.
“He wants to put me in a celibate” Elle shouted, trying to get advantage of the current situation.
“You really are a small copy of your mother”
“She is not allowed to go out with anyone until I say so” Remus stated firmly
“Oh really, and when will be that?” Sirius teased.
“Never if I can help it. I’m going to owl Minerva. And you young lady don’t even think about going out with anyone” he stormed out of the kitchen, pretending not to hear the objections and groans, that left his daughters mouth.
“I will take care of it” you padded her arm and followed your husband, eventually ending up in the library. Of course, he would choose the library.
“Remus, what is going on?” you said as you closed the door behind you “It’s starting to be ridiculous, don’t you think?”
“It’s just…“ he started, as he collapsed on his favorite armchair "I don’t want her to get hurt. You know how it goes ”
“Listen, love” you came closer and started to rub his shoulders “You can’t help it. It’s a step in her life that she has to experience by herself, in order to learn from her mistakes, that she eventually will make”
“I know, but the thought of her, having her heart broken, is so terrifying.”
“Don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine. Just let her live her life” You smiled, and kissed his cheek, sensing that you finally convinced him, to let it go.
"And do not even dare to write about such things to McGonagall” you said as you offered him your hand, in order to make him stand up.
“Yeah, I don’t really know what I was thinking” he laughed nervously and brushed a hand trough his gray hair.
Just as the two of you were about to enter back into the kitchen, you heard Sirius’s voice, coming from the inside.
“Don’t worry little one, when you will turn eighteen I will take you to a male strip club”
This time you and Remus were on the same side.


thank you, so much…for everything.

no matter what happens. no matter where your journeys take you, i’ll keep supporting you all. snsd has been a major part of my (and so many other’s) life for a long time, and while the pain of such a major change is strong, it will never be as strong or long-lasting as the joy seeing you on stage together brought me. i hope you find your happiness, and i will always support you, all of you. all nine of you deserve nothing but contentment, and if for some of you that means finding a new path, i’ll support you in that, no matter what. 

right now, it’s girl’s generation

forever, it’s girl’s generation. 

I had no idea saying “Hey man” to someone means they are in love.