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Arithmancy • Hermione Granger

I felt like I could die. For the past hour I’ve been cramming Arithmancy. I detested the class really… I should have taken a Care of Magical Creatures. The real reason I took the class was because Hermione was taking it and I am hopelessly in love with her. And now of course I am doing horrible in the class because I am so ridiculously distracted by the beautiful girl that sits next to me.

I am sitting in the common room staring at the text book as people walk in and out until I hear her laugh. My head shoots up and I see her smiling down at me and she says, “I saw you here before dinner, are you really still studying Arithmancy?”

“Yeah, this class has just gotten so much harder, I dont even feel like I was in class for the explanation of this chapter, it makes no sense!” I say smiling and stressfully brushing my hair out of face.

“I could help you if you want,” She says, sitting down next to me. I nod and blush at her close proximity, maybe if the person I’m so distracted by explains it to me I’ll actually pay attention.

Ron and Harry are over her shoulder wiggling their eyebrows and giving me a thumbs up. I can’t say my crush isn’t obvious and I dont know how she hasn’t noticed but they swear that she likes me too. I know they dont have any reason to lie but I find it hard to believe that she likes me, she’s so perfect.

She goes through and explanes each section of the chapter and stopping every now and again to make sure I understand, I actually think that I’m starting to understand. As she finishes up the last part of the chapter she stops suddenly and says, “I didn’t realize how late its gotten.”

I looked around and noticed that besides us the common room was completely empty, which means that its very late. “Yeah, thank you so much for you’re help and sorry it took so long,” I say feeling bad that I had kept her up.

“No worries, anything for you (y/n),” She responds. I am caught off guard by how beautiful she looks right now in the low lights of the fireplace, smiling at me and saying my name, she really did drive me crazy. All I could think about is how her friends tell me she likes me and how every night in the dorm rooms I wish she’d be in my bed with me sleeping together and how I wish I could kiss her when I see her in the halls. And then I give her a peck on the lips.

I see the look in her eyes and realize what I’ve just done, “I am so sorry, I was out of place I-”

“Hey, (y/n), its okay, I like you too I was just… surprised is all,“ She says. We are both blushing like mad and she gives me another kiss on the lips, its slower and sweeter and everything I could have imagined. She slowly separated from me then stood up, “We should probably get to bed.”

I nod my head and she takes my hand pulling me up. We walk hand in hand up the to dorms. “Thanks again,” I say outside the dorms then give her another short kiss before we walked into the room and got into our beds.

All I could think of that night was how happy I was that Hermione and I were finally together. And blushing like mad at the thought of what Ron and Harry were going to say when they find out.

Originally posted by winifred-burkle

16 Days of Outlander - Day #1 Sassenach

So excited to have an excuse to rewatch Season 1 all the way through (I realized that I’ve watched the first eight episodes way more times than the second eight, despite the fact that I only watched the first eight for the first time the day before the second half of Season 1 started airing). 

Fair warning: I’ve been trying my hand at screen caps to go with the posts for this 16 Days of Outlander. 

Anyway, onto my favorites for 01x01 Sassenach.

Favorite performance: Caitriona Balfe. From the beginning of the episode through the end, she has so much to do to carry and establish the story and not just for the episode, but for the series. What gets me every time is the scene below when she learns the war is over. Everyone else is celebrating and while I wouldn’t say she’s disappointed - she’s far too compassionate for that - she does immediately look lost. Having just come from that horrible leg injury, there’s clearly still work to be done but when her friend tells her “it’s over” I can’t help feeling that there’s a little bit of Claire that feels like her usefulness is already slipping away. To convey such depth right off the bat in the episode floors me every time. 

Favorite Claire and Frank Moment: Jumping on the bed. There are little glimpses of the marriage Claire and Frank used to have (few and far between, though they may be) but those glimpses show enough of what they’re both trying/hoping so hard to recapture - namely the levity they felt before five years of war - that I can’t help loving this little moment. It’s clearly going to take work if they are going to have any chance of succeeding - I mean, immediately after getting into their room, Frank just takes out a book and starts reading. It shows a little better the balance/dynamic they once had. Claire helping Frank not to be too serious all the time; Frank helping rein in some of Claire’s wilder tendencies. It isn’t as great a balance as she will have with Jamie but it probably worked better for Claire and Frank before the war changed them so much as individuals.

Favorite Location: Reverend Wakefield’s library/study. I mean just look at it! That fireplace, that window, how open and light it is. I would love to have a room like that to work and play in - it’s got plenty of room for both. Totally personal taste on my part but just… love it, want it, don’t care that we hardly spend any time there this episode (and can’t wait till we get another look at it later).

Favorite Minor Character: Mrs. Graham. In working on my Jamie through the stones fic, I’ve gotten very attached to Mrs. Graham as a character. I also love Claire’s surprise when she realizes that Mrs. Graham is one of the “druids” dancing at Craigh na Dun. She’s just one of those characters I really wish we could have more time with in the series as a whole. 

Favorite Scene, Favorite Book-to-Screen Adaptation Moment: Frank’s encounter with Jamie’s ghost. One scene, two favorites. This is the scene I go back to and rewatch over and over and over. The lighting, the perspective, the sound mixing/editing… I just love everything about this scene. And it’s a scene I’ve enjoyed analyzing so much in the book. That you can see Frank watching Jamie watching Claire: Frank’s attention on Jamie and the fact that he is watching his [Frank’s] wife; Jamie’s complete absorption in watching Claire fighting with the curls he loves to much. The haunting way he just vanishes when Frank turns and the lightning illuminating Frank briefly before all the power in the square goes out just emphasizes the significance of that moment so subtly and so well.

Favorite Costume: Claire’s night gown. I’m not a huge fan of the 1940′s costumes - I find the 18th century costumes more impressive but we don’t see too many of them this episode. This costume is also one of the most “traditionally” feminine costumes Claire wears. A lot of her 1940′s dresses have sleek lines but this flows and billows. 

Favorite Music Moment: Claire gets shot at (Fallen Through Time on Volume 1 of the Outlander Soundtrack). I am addicted to television and film scores and the music for Outlander is definitely up there on my list of all time favorites (seriously, at least a third of my iPod is instrumentals from soundtracks - about 2 days worth of music). The transition in this scene as Claire stumbles around the woods trying to figure out what just happened to being shot at by the Red Coats is perfected by the shift in the music from quiet and innocuous to loud and raucous (courtesy of some amazing bagpipes and drums/bodhran). 

Favorite Jamie and Claire Moment: Cocknammon Rock. It’s after they’ve been riding for a while - Claire has already fixed his shoulder which has earned her a few points with Jamie - and when she mentions the Red Coats’ preference for Cocknammon Rock as an ambush point, Jamie doesn’t hesitate to believe and trust her word. He alerts Dougal immediately and when Dougal basically asks, “are you sure?” Jamie takes one look and Claire and asserts, “yeah, he’s sure.” Then Dougal gives the order and Jamie promptly dumps Claire off the horse and breaks free of the belt she used to bind his arm to his side. 

Favorite Line, Favorite “This wasn’t in the book” Part: “On your horse soldier.” Another two-fer. I love this line that wasn’t in the book, so much so, it’s my favorite in the episode. Seeing Claire in action at the beginning of the episode when the war ended balances nicely with this line (and scene of her healing in action) at the end. They’re scenes when her mask/facade drops completely - no polite smiles or wary/guarded looks, just Claire at her most competent. The scene passes from Claire cursing at Jamie in frustration through the more somber and serious hint from Jamie about just how dangerous BJR is and ending it with this more light-hearted, mildly affectionate, but respectful note adds to the understanding that has begun to develop between Jamie and Claire. 

Favorite Performance Honorable Mention: Sam Heughan. Claire may not be consciously aware of Jamie’s feelings for her for a while but his falling for her occurs hard and fast - both on the page and on the screen. The ability to capture in that one glance what I tend to think of as Jamie’s enlightenment about his feelings, could not have been easy but there it is, broadcast for all to see. Jamie is entirely hers in that single moment by the roadside as she curses him for being too stubborn to admit he was hurt and needed help (basically, Jamie in a nutshell). 

Ikon x Mistletoe pt.1

(Hanbin, Jinhwan, Donghyuk)

Part 2: Bobby, Chanwoo, Yunhyeong, Junhoe

First time I’ve done anything like this so it kinda suck but I figure it’ll be fitting with Christmas in less than a week!!!


Originally posted by ikonine

  • Busy burying himself under a mountain of work.
  • Completely oblivious that you’ve been sitting there making faces at him for the last 10 minutes
    • Oh my God, you scared me!
    • Hanbin, you promised me ~
    • Yea. I promised to Christmas shop for our families on Tues— Oh shit! I’m so sorry, baby ~ *whine*
    • 5 more minutes. I swear *whine some more*
    • *10 minutes later* still working
    • 5 min! last time *whine to the max*
  • You’re vexed but it’s understandable he’s so distracted since Ikon had been given to green light for comeback
  • Pull you the mistletoe you were planning to use to decorate their dorm for their Christmas party.
    • Baby, why’d you bring me leaves and why are they bundle up in a bow? Don’t bring trash into my studio!!
    • Yah! it’s not trash, you freak.
  • Nervously text Jiwon a picture of said “trash” after you pout and huffed away grumpily
    • Hyung, she gave me a bunch of leaves then get mad. What do I do?
    • That’s mistletoe you big dummy!
    • What’s a mistletoe and how does that help me with the raging ball of fury sitting in the corner over there? *text Jiwon a picture of you glaring at him*
    • Google it, I’m busy *absolutely no help given*
  • Face palm hard after 5 minutes of Google-ing
  • Feel guilty AF then shy AF
    • Oh, she wanted to kiss me… hehe… *Giggle on his own like a creep*
  • Racking brain trying to figure out how to talk to you
    • Oh no, she’s looking at me. Quick, do something Hanbin before she looks away
    • *dance weird wiggle squid dance + shoulder dance combo* Great, smooth you dummy.
    • She’s laughing YESSS!
  • Hey little lady, so this little birdy just informed me what this is. Definitely not trash.
  • Go away!
  • Awe, It’s been really cold lately you know. It’s snowing and everything. I spent 2 months on tour alone, all by my lonesome, so lonely.
    • You got Jiwon and the boys
    • Damn it, stop ruining my moment.
    • Presses his finger onto your lips.
    • shhhhh! don’t speak!
  • Anyways, it’s so isolated and unwanted without your touch baby. *pull out the pout, the fake dismal cry, the dramatic heart clutching + ultimate whining combo*
  • *Grin smugly when you give in and hug him*
  • *Hold mistletoe above your head and wink seductively* I love you, baby. Merry Christmas!
  • You lean in for a soft kiss but got ambush with a fervid make out session instead
  • Throw the mistletoe away then pin you down on the couch
  • Totally late for Christmas shopping because he can’t let go of you.

Originally posted by kimbbuyo


Originally posted by yn-g


Originally posted by taehyunss

  • Heard about the Christmas village event the park nearby puts on for the holiday
    • Immediately buy two tickets.
  • Jinhwan ah, I have exams!! I can’t promise you I’ll even be awake after.
    • Come on, cutie. I don’t get break around the holiday often. We’ll just make sure you sleep a lot the day before
    • Breaks out every trick and cute faces he got in his arsenal
    • Resorts to aegyo because he knows it’s your weakness.
    • How are you the oldest in Ikon huh? Damn it, fine!
  • Kiss storm once you said yes.
  • Text you at 6 AM that day
    • Good luck on your exam. No matter what happen, I’ll be here for you!
    • Nervously pacing the dorm, not focusing on his task because he’s worry for you.
    • Want to text you but scare he’ll distract you.
    • Go shopping to buy you extra presents instead to distract himself.
  • Picking you up looking like Santa with all the presents he got.
    • No! you’re not opening them until Christmas
    • But you got so many…
    • NO! we’re dropping this off at your house.
    • You’re so smol but you’re such a big meanie.
    • What’re you talking about, I’m a manly cutie boyfriend.
    • That make no sense boy.
  • Confidently drag you toward the park like he knows where he’s going.
    • Crap.
    • We’re lost, aren’t we?
    • No… Yes…
    • You spent the next half hour trying to figure out where you’re going.
  • Finally made it inside the park.
    • See! I knew we’d make it.
    • Cue eye rolling from you.
  • Similar to Donghyuk. You’d be checking out all the decoration, giddy at how festive everything is but he’s only staring at you.
    • Loving how your eyes twinkle with excitement.
    • Secretly gloating to himself that he made the right choice.
    • Who knows her the best?
    • This guy right here!
  • Magically find a mistletoe.
    • Look, we have to kiss.
  • Buys you all the food you want because he knows you’re tired
    • Baby, you want a sandwich?
    • Spaghetti? No? What about hot cocoa?
    • Wait by the mistletoe, I’m gonna go get us coffee.
  • Take 10 million pictures of you doing stupidly mundane things
    • What? This is you festively drinking your coffee.
    • This is you under a mistletoe.
    • But you got one of us kissing under one earlier.
    • I know, but this is a different one.
    • Why can’t I take pictures of my cute girlfriend. I need it for tour purposes.
  • Nearly passed out going snow tubbing.
    • Let’s not do that again, that fake hill is scarier than I thought.
    • Oh my heart. Oh let’s go calm down by that mistletoe over there.
  • How are you finding so many mistletoe when you couldn’t even find the park?
    • nervously chuckle and drag you along
    • haha oh look what is this mistletoe doing here right above your head.
  • Both of you have a lot of fun regardless of the constant dragging you endure whenever he spots a mistletoe.
  • Ending the night with you in his arm, both of you resting on the couch chatting away.
    • How was your exam, baby?
    • I’m glad you had fun tonight.
    • I wish I can do this for you more often.
    • I just want to make you happy all the time. I’m so happy for once you’re not spending the holiday alone.
  • You totally picked this park because of all the mistletoe, didn’t you?
    • Finally confessing that the park’s map has all the points where mistletoe would be located.
    • I was going to do it at home but I’m not tall enough to hide the mistletoe.
    • The boys wouldn’t put it up for me
    • I’M SORRY.
  • You laugh at him before sealing the night with another kiss.

Originally posted by teambgasm


Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

  • Been planning your Christmas surprise for months now.
  • Complete nervous wreck since it’s your first Christmas together.
  • Rant and ramble to a point of driving everyone insane
    • What if she doesn’t like Christmas?
    • What if she doesn’t like cabin or snow?
    • What if I tripped and like i don’t know, push her off the cliff or something?
    • What if something tragic in her life happen around Christmas and I don’t know about and now she’ll hate me forever. I saw it in a drama once.
    • *Ikon collectively* Shut up Donghyuk. She’ll love you no matter what so stop bothering us.
  • 20 tabs open on his internet search engines at once because he takes his researching way too serious.
  • Worries about every little details.
    • Beach would be too cold now. She’ll get sick.
    • Camping wouldn’t be good. She complained her back hurt.
    • Ice skating is too cliche. Plus it’ll be so busy, she hates crowd.
    • Nervous wreck trying to find a way to ask you to go on a trip with him
  • Hey baby. Wanna go on a date with me?
    • What’s wrong, Donghyuk? you never ask to take me on a date, you just show up and whisk me away.
    • Laugh because he doesn’t know what else to do.
  • Showing up to the date looking like a total badass
    • Leather jacket, flannel, t-shirt, Jeans, boots (think badass Dumb and Dumber era)
    • Smiling sweetly holding a bouquet of flowers.
    • Swoon you with just a simple “hey babe”
  • I know we haven’t been together even a year but I was hoping you’ll go on a trip with me
    • So nervous he rapped the whole sentence. (Bobby and B.I would be proud)
    • Nearly fainted when you said yes
  • Practically pack for you since he worries too much about your health
    • Donggie~ I know how to pack
    • No but did you bring jackets? Thick ones.
  • Hold your hands the whole trip up to the mountain, let you sleep on his shoulder.
  • Relieves seeing your eyes light up when you guys arrived to the wooden cabin covers with snow in front of endless groves of trees.
    • You’re staring at the scenery, he’s staring at you
  • Spends most of the day playing in the snow
    • snow angel, snowman, snowball fight
    • managed to find a frozen lake to ice-skate on
      • You have to catch me if I fall okay? I don’t know how to skate
      • Somehow you don’t believe him…
      • Skate better than a freaking Olympian
      • pPut your ass to shame even though he said he doesn’t know how to skate
  • Watch sunset together
    • Whispering “I love you” for the first time
  • Fight you over how to light the fireplace.
  • Fight you over cooking dinner.
  • Fight you over who can make better hot chocolate.
  • Fight you over making a fort in front of the fireplace.
    • Sneakily put up mistletoe when you’re not paying attention
  • Finally calm down enough to relax, soaking in the warm fire and sweet hot chocolate.
    • Shyly smile
    • Baby, look up!
    • Timidly caressing your cheek
    • Cheeks red from the thought of what the small mistletoe implies
  • Promise me you’ll be here next Christmas and all the one after that.
  • Stares deep into your eyes before planting the sweetest kiss on your lips.
    • You grab his face in place when he pulls away, stealing another kiss from him
      • Wow, I should keep that thing around more often
      • You don’t need that to kiss me anytime, Donghyuk.

Originally posted by teambgasm

[One Shot] Picking Out a Christmas Tree with Tom

Background: Just Christmas-y Tom Hiddleston fluff where Tom accompanies you to pick out a tree, but there’s a cute miscommunication on what you’re looking for :)

The twinkly lights lit up the Christmas tree lot in a winter wonderland glow and the smell of fresh pines filled your head.  You loved everything about Christmas - the mistletoe, the family, snow angels, fresh baked gingerbread cookies.  And the man you were getting to share it with just made it all the better.  Walking towards you, trying to maneuver his giant frame through the happy families whilst balancing two cups of hot cocoa in his extra-large hands, was Tom.  You smile to yourself when he almost trips over a toddler who ran eagerly in front of him, chasing his little sister through the trees. “So sorry,” he mumbled to the mother who looked at him wide-eyed.  He shook it off with a little chuckle and when his eyes met yours, somehow they shone brighter.  “Here you are darling.”  You grasped the cocoa and smiled, lifting yourself up on your tippy toes and then some to press a light kiss to his cheek.  “Thank you,” you whispered.  “I need to keep you warm, don’t I?” A nonchalant smile spread on his face, but a blush highlighted his true emotions.  

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Someone New

Originally posted by hardyness

Character: Newt Scamander

Prompt: #15

“I’m the one that’s always been there for you! Not him!”

A/n: I’m actually super excited to write for my new list. But I tweaked the way I incorporated the prompt into the story.

Newt looked up from his glass, catching sight of you still talking to some lad that had stopped you for a chat at the bar table. He could faintly hear your laughter float above the murmur of conversations surrounding him, you looked like you were having a right proper time.

The young man was tall and broad, with messy dark brown hair that swept back. He had a handsome face and from what Newt could see, a small scar that ran slightly through his eyebrow.

“It’s probably best to ignore them if it’s giving ya such trouble.” Queenie said with a knowing tone, her expression empathetic.

Newt’s eyes quickly reverted to his glass, taking extreme interest in the clear liquid residing inside. “It doesn’t bother me.”

Queenie hummed, knowing precisely why it was bothering him. Newt had been pining after you since you both met in London several years ago, but due to his nature it prevented any real romance from ensuing.

“You probably don’t even need to worry, they’re just chatting.” Queenie said, trying to comfort him even though he slightly doubted her own words.

Jacob arrived back at the booth with small try with drinks. He looked up at where the two of you were and smiled. “Say, who’s the McDreamy that’s flirting with (Y/n)?”

“Not helpful.” Tina mumbled, downing her own drink.

Jacob looked over at the slight pained look on Newt’s face and his mouth went agape. “Ah sorry, it’s probably nothing anyways.”

Newt didn’t say anything, he opted to quietly sip from his drink and try to force himself to ignore the two of you, even though his ears specifically found the sound of your voice above all the others.

You and the young man didn’t finish you conversation until a few minutes before the gang decided to leave. Newt stood up, swinging his coat around to place his arms through whenever he looked up and saw the lad whisper something into your ear before the two exchanged a smile and he took his leave, tipping his hat at you before walking away.

Newt tucked his collar down with a small sigh and tried to put on the most convincing smile he could as you approached him. “It appears you’ve made a new friend.”

“It appears so, his name was Jacob as well.” You said, casting a small smile over your Jacob as he grinned.

Newt observed you, and he could feel his mood becoming worse. The whole aura around you was practically glowing, and he could see the way fought to keep the smile off your face. When the two of your gazes met he saw the way your eyes glinted and how happy you seemed.

He recognized the same expression he would catch himself having upon his face aftet a particularly long and successful conversation he managed to have with you.

On the walk home, Newt found himself drifting to back of the group with Jacob and you and the sisters lead the front.

You were telling Queenie about the other Jacob as she listened on, she smiled brightly at how happy you were, but everytime she casted her eyes back at Newt she felt a twinge of guilt, knowing what it was doing to him.

Jacob also took note of this and clapped his hand on Newt’s shoulder, lowering his voice. “Don’t look so defeated, you still have a chance.”

This caused a small snort from Newt. “Is that so? I seemed to have made a hobby of being overshadowed by more charismatic and interesting men.”

Jacob looked sadly at his friend, knowing none of his words would comfort him. “You could always try talking it out with her.”

“How can I do that when she looks so happy?” Newt said, drawing his attention back to you. “I know that look.”

“She’s only met the guy once, but you’ve known her for years. That has to mean something?”

“It took a single look for you and Queenie.” Newt reminded him.

That took Jacob back as he thought of what to reply with. “Yeah…I suppose it did.”

Jacob looked around for a second before putting a smile. “Say girls, I gotta take Newt back to the bakery and show him something.”

You were the first to turn around and smile at him. “Oh really? Would you like us to go with you?”

“Nah, you gals go on. We’ll back in an hour or so.” He said, waving them off with smile.

“What was that for?” Newt asked, trailing behind Jacob as he lead him to the bakery.

Jacob momentarily paused to unlock the front door and showing him to his office. “I figure you needed to talk about it, and there isn’t much privacy at the apartment.”

Newt offered him a small smile to show his gratitude, but flopped onto one of the chairs with a sigh and pushed the curls back from his forehead. “I must admit it is a little frustrating.”

Jacob laughed and shook his head. “Listen, you don’t need to try and be polite about it. Just tell me how you’re feeling.” He told him, moving to light the small fireplace to ward off the cold.

Newt watched him as the flames began to flicker off the wood. “I don’t even think I could beging to describe what it’s like to love someone for almost a decade and not being able to do anything about it.”

Jacob hummed. “She’s really never noticed in all the time you’ve been traveling with one another?”

Newt huffed and shook his head. “To be fair I don’t really show it that much.”

Jacob stiffled a laugh as he looked at him. “You’re seriously going to pretend the rest of don’t see the yearning looks and doe eyes you cast her way every day?”

Newt’s eyes went wide as his head turned to face his friend. “I do that?” He asked, leaning his head back as Jacob nodded.

Newt’s eyes found their way to the ceiling and he let out another long sigh. “I’m the one that’s always been there for her, not him. I know her better than anyone else on this planet, he’s just met her. He doesn’t know how she likes her tea or her favorite books. Or how knows all the meanings behind plants and flowers”

Jacob let out a low whistle as he looked on. “You’ve got it pretty bad don’t you?”

Newt laughed, turning his head to the other side. “Yes, I suppose I do.”

  • Sirius and Remus start looking for a place to live in right out of Hogwarts.
  • They consider different options, but the thing is that they can’t agree on literally anything. 
  • Remus wants to live in a small house somewhere quiet, Sirius wants a flat in the central London.
  • They settle on the middle, a flat deep enough in London that the noise is not too much.
  • Remus thinks of buying a lot of cute little things, Sirius insists that clean curtains are enough decor.
  • Yet Remus is the one who calculates prices and money while Sirius doesn’t seem to know such things exist.
  • They fight over the colors in their bedroom. Remus doesn’t think that painting the walls in red and maroon is a good idea. He suggests separate bedrooms and suddenly Sirius doesn’t think so either.
  • They get a cactus and forget to water it for two weeks.
  • When they try to cook, Sirius cuts his finger and Remus has to listen about his unbearable pain for three days. 
  • Sirius turns one room in his wardrobe. Remus complains about why they can’t have a home library then.
  • Sirius sets the living room on fire twice before he learns how to light the fireplace. 
  • James and Lily come by every other day and Peter at least once a week. 
  • The record player is never off.
  • Sirius wants to get a dog, so Remus tells him they need to get a fish first to see if they can handle a living creature (the cactus says no).
  • Lily gives them heart shaped pillows for Valentine’s. Both Remus and Sirius insist they don’t like them at all and still the pillows never disappear from their bedroom.
  • Remus’s sweaters and socks lie all around the flat. Most of the sweaters though are in Sirius’s wardrobe which is totally a coincidence. 
  • Remus likes to read in late evenings and Sirius often falls asleep in his lap.
  • They have at least ten mugs with flowers. Remus is mad for those. 
  • Sirius collects rocks. Sometimes they accidentally find an amethyst in a sugar-bowl.
  • They have a special ritual of obligatory coffee kisses, “I’m home” kisses and goodnight kisses.
Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time

Summary: A cute little festive songfic, in which Dan is flirty, Phil is adorable, and they have a little adventure. 

Words: 1,401 

Warnings: None

(A/N): I wanted to post this oneshot before Christmas but I was lazy so I’m posting it now! This is my first fic, so please review! Also, this is a songfic, so there’s some lyrics at the bottom and a link to the song here.

Christmas Eve had finally settled over London. Once him and Dan finished making cookies, Phil sprawled on their biggest couch. Dan sighed and promptly sat atop Phil’s lower legs, sighing with contentment until-

“Hey! Don’t put your butt on me!" 

"Well, don’t take up the whole bloody couch, then!” Dan said with a smirk.

“But I’m tired, making cookies is hard,” he whined, rolling into the cushions.  

Dan only laughed at that; for once, Phil was the lazy one. Meanwhile, he was itching to go out and do something. Him and Phil had just finished putting the final festive touches on the flat, and apparently Phil was drained. He was probably up late editing, and deserved to sleep, so Dan decided to clean up the kitchen before his weird industriousness faded away. 

‘Maybe I can light the fireplace without killing us both and Phil will come over and sit with me or something.' Dan smiled to himself, sitting comfortably on the floor and living a mini fantasy of him and Phil snuggled together, with the twinkling fairy lights and the warm glow of the fire dancing in their eyes. 'Yeah, that’d be nice.’

If you couldn’t tell, Dan was starting to fall hard for his flatmate.


After about twenty minutes, during which he assumed Phil had fallen asleep, he gave up on the fire. Why the hell was it so difficult to get the gas to work with the little sparky thingy- 

He was snapped out of his internal rant by Phil’s sudden intake of breath. All his frustration went away as he turned to watch the elder’s clear blue eyes blink wearily open. He just couldn’t repress a little smile.  

Phil yawned quickly, reminding Dan for a second of a tired little lion; and with that thought, he realized that maybe he should’ve taken a nap as well. However, he blinked away his sudden tiredness and smiled brightly at his friend. 

“Hey, welcome back to Earth, Phil!”

Phil’s gorgeous eyes snapped open widely. “Oh, no, did I fall asleep? Sorry! I should’ve helped with the cleanup and- is that some sort of flammable gas I smell?" 

Dan blushed, glad for the low lighting, and shrugged. "Oh, it’s nothing.”

Phil chuckled, probably piecing together what had happened. They settled into a comfortable silence, until Dan stood up. 

“Come on, let’s go do something! Let’s go look at lights and walk around and have fun!" 

Phil looked confused for a minute, then grinned, his tongue poking through his teeth. "Sure! How come you’re so proactive tonight, Daniel? Cookies, decorating - trying to light the fireplace from what I can tell - and a Christmas adventure? I like it.”

Dan’s cheeks were so hot the fireplace wouldn’t do them justice.  “Well, you know-" 

'I want to have fun with you away from everyone and everything and just enjoy the world with you.’

"Ehm, it’s probably the Christmas spirit or something, I don’t know,” Dan blurted out.  

“Oh, alright then!” Phil said with a smile.  

Dan grinned back, dashing into their rooms and tossing Phil’s coat at him. “Come on, you spoon!”

They ran down the stairs, Dan giddy with happiness, and Phil as well. The frigid London air hit them in waves, and they were suddenly grateful for the civilians blocking the wind. As the crowds thinned, their noses reddened, and soon there was enough room to walk side by side. Phil jogged up to Dan, and just looked at him.  

“So, where are we going?” he asked after a content quiet had settled.  

“I don’t really know. Just… anywhere, I guess. I just kind of wanted to walk, and see all the Christmassy things without running into fans or anything, and, well, I really like, er, walking with you…" 

"Oh. Well I like walking with you too,” he smirked, and for some reason, some stupid, insane reason, Dan reached and snatched his hand.  

“Dan,” he said, puzzled,“why are you-”

Dan met his gaze with a playful grin and then started to run, his shoes slapping against the pavement. It was freaking exhilarating, running through the almost empty streets of London at ten at night with your best friend that you fancied kind of a lot. The wind, the flashing lights, not to mention the adrenaline rush, made Dan feel like he was weightless, like he was flying.


Him and Phil stopped, breathless, in a quiet garden square. They walked over to a bench and plopped down, still holding tightly to the other’s hand and neither boy caring.

“That was awesome,” Phil stated simply. “Everything going by, and it was all so quiet… it was just so different from what London usually is. And when the wind would hit… it’s like we were soaring around some different world.” Phil stopped abruptly. “I’m sorry if that was weird, I mean, you did wake me from my nap so-”

 "We’re soarin’, flyin’, there’s not a star in heaven-“ 

"Oh, shut up,” Phil said, unable to repress the laughter bubbling up. 

They sat there for a while, laughing together at nothing at all, until they were out of breath again and grinned at each other. The falling snowflakes glimmered in the soft light from the streetlamps. Dan subconsciously ran his thumb over Phil’s hand, earning a genial beam, and his heart raced to a probably unhealthy pace.

'Shit shit shit.’

Phil could probably feel his pulse.  

Trying to shake off the jolt of fear, he suddenly stood, pulling Phil with him.

“Dan, are you alright? You seem a bit… jumpy, lately. Is it me? Have I upset you or something? You know you can tell me anything-”

'Oh, it’s you alright, but I can’t exactly tell you everything.’

“No, Phil, you’re absolutely fine, don’t worry, it’s not a bad kind of jumpy, I guess it’s just like-”


He paused, ignoring his inner monologue, and continued. “It’s like I’m really nervous, and happy, I don’t know…" 

"Do you mean that it’s like lo-" 

Dan abruptly cut Phil off by running ahead, calling "Come on! I’ll explain to you in a minute!” It’s not like he exactly knew how he was supposed to get out of this mess, but he’d figure it out. He decided to try and forget about the situation running about two paces behind him, and dashed off toward the nearest Starbucks.  


They heard the tinkle of the shop bells as the stepped inside, feeling the cozy, coffee shop scent sweep over their shivering forms. The place was nearly empty, so Dan took initiative and practically threw his coat onto a table in the far corner. Phil sat down, smiling at Dan, and expecting an answer.  

“One minute, I’ll be right back and I’ll tell you everything,” and with that he went up to the nearest barista, ordering him and Phil venti caramel macchiatos; then waiting by the pick-up area to breathe deeply and regain his composure. The barista placed his drinks down with a smile and uttered some festive farewell that hardly registered in Dan’s mind. He nodded to her, then marched back to his table, mustering his Gryffindor traits. 

Dan set down the drinks, breathed deeply again, and remained standing. Phil stood as well, and shifted so that the table wasn’t between them anymore. 

“So, Dan, what’s up?" 

"Mistletoe, actually."  Phil looked up. Everything must have clicked in his head in that instant, because he shot Dan a look of astonishment, then nodded ever so slightly. They both smiled awkwardly beneath the berries, until Phil swept the fringe away from Dan’s face, and grinned. This gave Dan the last push of adrenaline he needed, and he grabbed that perfect face with two hands and captured Phil’s lips in his own. Phil kissed back, moving their lips together and smiling into the kiss.

'Oh my God what even is happening i can’t even right now this is amazing how can he feel the same asdfghjkl.’

They pulled apart, smiling dazed at each other, until Phil spoke up. 

"That was a good way to tell me. A really, really good way." 

Dan could only smile widely, and kiss him again, chastely this time.

Phil rested his forehead against Dan’s, and looked into his eyes through his lashes. 

"And I’m in love with you too, you spoon.”

And with that, they clasped their hands together again and walked home, both boys feeling warm despite the cold. 


Well it’s Christmas time

And I’m warm inside

Despite the bitter cold

Cause you’re here with me

And I guarantee

My heart is yours to hold

So we smile below

This mistletoe

As if we need a hint

And the falling snow

Well I bet it knows

How love can pull you in

Little lights flash in your eyes

Glowing by the fireside

Leave the presents on the floor

Cause you’re the one I’m waiting for

Oh let me lead the way

This holiday

Lets fly around the world tonight 

Kiss me babe, it’s Christmas time

I love the way you hold me tight 

Kiss me babe, it’s Christmas time

Oh let me lead the way

This holiday, this holiday


Little lights flash in your eyes

Kiss me babe, it’s Christmas time

Can’t fight the way I feel inside

Kiss me babe, it’s Christmas time


BAMON + hope (and green)

I want a boy who won’t mind how he’ll have to share my heart with my love for coffee, and won’t mind blowing out the candles because I’ll forget to before I fall asleep, and won’t mind how I speak slightly in prose, and who won’t mind how sometimes there’s cat hair on my leggings, and who will light the fireplace for me because he knows I can’t get the match to strike, and who most importantly will love me for all of who I am, and not just bits and pieces like you did

how the signs appear vs. how they feel
  • aries: flashing red lights / a sparkler
  • taurus: a fireplace / a cloudy sunset
  • gemini: fireflies / stage lights
  • cancer: glowing embers / lightning without thunder
  • leo: a bonfire / the sunrise on a highway
  • virgo: the glow of a computer screen / fairy lights
  • libra: the moon / the long beam of a flashlight
  • scorpio: candlelight / sunlight from behind your hands
  • sagittarius: dressing room lights/ bright sunlight
  • capricorn: a book light / an ever-changing stop light
  • aquarius: a blacklight / the sun reflecting off of a window
  • pisces: an overcast day / twinkling stars
Many Times, Many Ways

Dinner was done. Dishes were washed. Everything was calm in Alexandria. Tiny snowflakes tapped against every window in the dark house. Snow had been falling in intervals all day. The light dusting on the ground from the morning had turned into an ankle deep sea of white by the time the sun set and tiny stars began to dot the sky.

 Michonne stood in the front room gazing at the world outside. A mix of old Christmas songs she’d found in the Monroe house was playing softly in the background. Her already happy and peaceful state was lifted even higher when she heard the stirring at the top of the stairs.

Rick had a distinct cadence to his step. No matter what he was doing or where he was going he walked with a determined purpose. He wasn’t one for a casual stroll even when just puttering around in their home. When she heard him pound down the stairs as if he were going to war instead of the living room, she couldn’t stop her chuckle. It had only been less than an hour since they were last in each other’s presence, but her heart still thumped with anticipation at laying eyes on him again. She’d missed his face.

She shook her head. “Can you be any more love sick, Michonne?” She thought. The smile on her face grew wider as she was enveloped in strong arms and warm kisses against the back of her neck. She turned her head slightly to allow his lips to land on hers.

She giggled when she turned around fully in his arms and saw he still wore the Santa hat they’d found on a run to a crafts shop. He paired it with a bare chest and gray pajama bottoms. Michonne tilted her head to the side and swatted at the furry ball at the end. “You like wearing this don’t you?”

He shrugged with an adorable smile. “Judith wouldn’t let me take it off.”

“Well you do look extra cute in it.”

“And it matches my new red flannel shirt you always seem to be wearing.” He pulled away from her slightly to admire how good his love looked wearing only the shirt and a pair of black knee socks.

“You always say it looks good on me, so I’m going to keep wearing it.” She grinned as he winked at her. She gave him a quick peck on the lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. The twinkling lights behind him made his eyes sparkle to match his own smile. He stroked her back a couple of times before letting his hands rest just above the curve of her backside.

“Any trouble getting Judith to sleep?”

“That daughter of ours is quite the handful. After about three readings of Twas The Night Before Christmas, she finally couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. She was fightin’ it the whole time though. Kept asking to open her presents.”

Michonne shook her head and chuckled. “She’s been so excited since we explained what was going on to her. Did you tell her we have two more days until Christmas?”

“I did. Couldn’t convince her she needed to sleep until I promised more baking cookies with Mommy tomorrow.”

“I think she likes trying to sneak and eat all of the cookies more than actually baking them. I had to tell her we needed save some for Carl to have when he gets back tomorrow to finally get her to stop trying to steal from the batch.”

“I’m glad he’s finally coming home. Seems like he’s been on at Hilltop for months instead of a couple of weeks.” Rick glanced outside. “I hope he’s able to get back OK with all of the snow. He hasn’t been driving long, and the visibility might not be good. I’m thinkin’ bout meeting him halfway.”

Michonne stroked the hair on his face. “Don’t worry, babe. Daryl’s coming back with him. They’ll get here safely.”

He took one more look out of the window before sighing and turning his attention back to Michonne. “You’re right. I just can’t believe he’s already seventeen and driving.”

Michonne pecked him on the lips again before taking his hand and leading him over to the couch. “I know. Our boy is becoming a man.”

“I’m not ready for that. I need him and Judith to stop aging.”

“Hate to break it to you,” Michonne plopped down on the couch, “But we’re all getting old. You hear how our bones creak when we get out of bed every morning.”

He gave her a sly smirk. “Well, yeah, but that’s because we always work them hard the night before.” He dived on the couch and pulled her on top of him while kissing her cheeks, chin, and neck. He gave her ass a light swat as her giggles filled the air.

Rick adjusted Michonne on top of him and wrapped his arms tighter around her when she started to shiver. Wayward drafts were slipping through the tiny cracks in the house. “You cold?” He asked as he tried to warm her by running his hands up and down her arms.

She nodded. “It’s getting drafty in here. Temperatures must be dropping.”

“I would suggest you to put on more clothes, but…” He shrugged and grinned. “I never want you to wear more clothes.”

She climbed off of him and wrapped the throw blanket laying on the back of the couch around her shoulders. “Yeah, I figured that out a long time ago.” She snatched the Santa hat from his head and fashioned it on her own. “Let’s just start a fire.”

He kissed her hand and stood. “As you wish my lady.”

“Please don’t talk like King Ezekiel. I always feel like I’m stuck in a never-ending Shakespeare play when we visit the Kingdom.”

Rick laughed. “True.” He looked back to where she lounged on the couch; her thigh exposed and looking sexy wearing his shirt and hat. “How come all my clothes look better on you?”

Her reply was just a sexy grin and shrug.

The fire cast a warm glow around the living room. It had only been three years since the world as they knew it came to an end. Yearly traditions such as birthdays and holidays seemed like more of a myth of the past then something that most of them had lived through year after year. The harshness of the new world seemed like it would never allow a respite to celebrate, but somehow, someway they had defied every obstacle to create a faded facsimile of life as it was before.

The scavenged decorations and Judith’s red and green abstract drawings were all over the house. Eugene’s genius mind had figured out how to make a plethora of Christmas lights that adorned their fireplace and the mid-sized tree where presents were stacked all around.

Rick gestured towards the tree. “Quite a haul we were able to find. I like your creative wrapping. Especially the old blanket you wrapped Judith’s new tricycle in.”

Michonne laughed. “You gotta improvise with what you have.”

“You did great, baby. I can’t wait to see her open everything. I never thought she’d ever get to experience Christmas.”

Michonne stood and joined him at the fireplace “But here we are.”

Rick wrapped his arms around her. “Here we are.” He kissed her like he never wanted to stop. Full of passion and eternal longing. Both feral and sweet. Eager and lingering. Their tongues convorted together. Pairs of plump lips met again and again and again.

The beautiful sounds of Nat King Cole drifted from the speakers. “This was always my favorite Christmas song,” Michonne said. “Dance with me.”

Their bodies moved as one as they swayed to the melody of the song. Her head on his chest. His hands rubbing slow circles on her back.

“Can’t wait for you to open the gift I found for you,” she whispered. “I think you’re going to love it.”

“I’m going to love anything you give me.” He tilted her head up so he could look her in the eyes. “But you know what the best present is? Waking up next to you every morning. Making love to you every night. Knowing you and the kids are safe and healthy. I never need anything else in this life. And every day I’m going to show you in as many ways and as many times as I can how much I love you.”

Michonne’s eyes flooded over as she became overwhelmed once again by the depth of the love they had for each other. She looked at the man before her as if was the most precious thing in the world. “My Rick Grimes. Ever the romantic.” She laid her head on his chest again. “I love you too.” 

He pulled her closer in his arms as they continued to dance in front of the candescent fire. A war on the living was still raging outside the walls, but at that moment all they could think of were the many times and the many ways they’d survived and the gratitude of being right there in that moment together.

Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you

(written by @blacklitchick)

therenyeager  asked:

"Damn, sudden downpour!" Eren came running into the castle all soaking wet, his clothes sticking to his muscles as he hugged himself and sneezed. Shit, he was cold.

Levi too had been caught in the same downpour. He’d cursed whatever God may have existed as he pulled of the horribly damp clothes that stuck to his torso. Luckily, before he’d left he’d remembered to light up the fireplace.