i actually started clapping like a five year old when he came in

quotes from the music department

*Repeatedly sings part of the music in scat*

“Ben swore to Jesus that if he didn’t help me at the concert he’d do thirty push-ups in front of the entire band, and I’m just as excited for this as you guys are.”

“If it were easy, football players would be doing this”

“We were 4.75 points off of the next band, and I’ll make certain this number will haunt you until next season.”

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a rough week.”

“I’ll just get a golf cart to follow the band in the parade. Maybe one day I’ll play a halftime show in a golf cart, all by myself.”

“No, Danny, you’re not starting a group chat for jazz.”

“Someone made me a 22&½-inch stick to measure steps. Don’t make me use it.”

“Trumpets, raise your right hand, and move it over to the person next to you. You’ll be fingering the notes on their trumpet.” *leans over to woodwinds* “this is gonna be really funny”

“We don’t have Thursday night rehearsal this week, so live the lives you have outside of band. So basically, catch up on homework.”

“Here it is– wait no, that’s 32 pages, that’s not right.”

“Before we step off on Saturday, you need to focus and say the following prayer”

“All the freshmen are on break, none of them are here!” *section leader raises hand* “Adeline’s here” “She’s the only one ADELINE WHY DONT YOU TAKE BREAKS IN THE STANDS”

“I hope this is loud enough, because this is as loud as its gonna get” *glares at the saxophone that forgot the speaker* “He forgot the speaker, my own flesh and blood.”

“As usual, the bassist knows the articulation and rhythms to the saxophone parts better than the saxophones do.”

*beatboxes to metronome*

“I want you to go home, do homework, practice, do more homework, have a milkshake, and practice some more.”

“If you want to annoy the heck out of a musician, play a cadence but leave out the last chord and wait like 20 minutes”

“this passage is called ‘Glendy Burk.’ I went to high school with her, actually.”

“you aren’t feeling well? Drugs?”

“while I was in the middle of complimenting you, you made a mistake”

“that saxophone line was jazzy as hell”

“you just have to play angrier”

“what’s the point if they’re all accented?”

“you squeaked in tune”

“can you take that d?”

“you can play my final pitch”

“imagine brass knuckles, but on a tambourine”

“I had to blow on my tongue”

“Bethany, you’re my number one!”

“the entire band is pianissimo, so play really loud. mezzo piano.”

“go through the head”

“BAD tambourine!!!”

“112 is the American tempo”

“the audience started clapping during the caesura. I didn’t know whether to continue on or leave the stage.”

“Matthew, while you were gone, Ed and I determined that you’re a freeloader”

“you came in early” “I don’t remember”

“did you just compare terrible bass parts to a terrorist attack?”

“Christ, Elizabeth, you’re such a violinist”

“All of our violas are at another rehearsal today, so we’ll begin today’s rehearsal with a prayer as that is the only thing that can save us.”

“We don’t have a spare bass bow to use while Ed’s is being rehaired, so you two are just gonna have to share. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Ah, yes, but what baroque style are we talkin’ here”

“It was at that point she handed the first chair violin a viola part. He proceeded to hand it back to her.”

“I went home and cradled that music. I never get original bass parts.”

“She turned the page in her score and forgot to continue conducting. Honestly, I would’ve been less surprised had she thrown her baton into the cello section”

“There are two basses in pit this year, so we’re an actual section, so he can’t just shove us in the corner this year HIGH FIVE”

“Does she really know how to buy a bow? She should make it a field trip so you get the right one.” *swings hands in air super wide* “it has to AGREE and BLEND with the instrument DO YOU SEE”

“When the orchestra director doesn’t know what to do she just asks the second chair. If he’s gone, she waits until a day he attends rehearsal to ask him.”

“Don’t be afraid to play out. Except during rests. Then you should be very afraid.”

“is it ok if I start to cry a little right now?”

“I had anaemia as a kid, and my schoolteacher’s name sounded like ‘anaemia’, so naturally, I hated her”

“she took the pen out of my hand and said, ‘no, Richard, use pencil.’ I was so mad”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that there are fewer bassists today and higher rates of suicide, gang violence, school shootings…”

“channel your inner Whitney Houston”

“play quietly, like you’re about to wake a baby. except you’re the baby, because you didn’t practice”

“I have another metronome app now. I collect them.”

“if someone calls my bass a cello one more time I’m gonna lose it”

“at the gig, a drunk guy came up to me, pointed to my harp, and called it a sideways piano”

“I want the space between these notes to be so big you can fit a little drawing of a house, a sun, a tree, and little dog in there.”

“90º angle notes”

“I want the sixteenth notes so sharp they could kill a man”

“turn the soundbox on”

“do you have a fancy phone? the answer is yes, yes you do.”

“I listened to the narration a few times before realising it was in German”

“I’ve got, like, four copies of that piece. the conductor keeps forgetting that I already have it and makes me a new copy.”

“soon I’ll have AIDS. Hearing aids, I mean. I’m old, is what I’m saying”

“more birdlike, turn on roundabout faster”

“kissing from the left is different from kissing from the right. not that I would know. asking for a friend.”

I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor  (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)

**Not my gif**

Request:  Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd


You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.  The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.

It was the end of your potions class.  You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, professor?”

“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work.  If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”

“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.

“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him.  I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.

“Lovely.  Who is this boy?”

“Newt Scamander.”

Your mind starting racing.  Oh Merlin.  The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why?  The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?

“Miss L/N?”

You snapped out of your daze.  “What?  Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”

“Thank you.  He tends to daydream during class.  Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett?  Kickett?  Something like that.  Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.  

You nodded.  “I won’t let you down, professor.  But there is one more thing I need.”

“And what is that?”

“Could you write me a late pass?”

**Time skip to next day**

Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library.  You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.

You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N!  You thought to yourself.

You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince.  You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting.  He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.

You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.

“O-oh, hello.  I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.

You smiled.  “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh…  pet?”

Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about.  “Oh!  That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle.  He has some attachment issues.”  Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.  

“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.

The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”

Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible.  No one had ever complimented his creatures before.  “He likes you.”

“I would hope so,” you said.  “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”

Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red.  “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”

You chuckled.  “No need to be embarrassed.  It’s Y/N L/N.”

“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“What?  Did you say my name is pretty?”

Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink.  “What?  Oh–uh–no!  I mean it is–but–!”

You cut him off with a giggle.  “It’s fine!  Don’t beat yourself up.”

Newt looked utterly relieved.

“So, shall we begin?”


You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.

“Okay.  How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”

Newt knit his eyebrows.  “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered

sounding unsure.

“Well… you’re close.  That’s how long the effects last.  To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.

“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”

“Don’t apologize.  Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better.  “But I need to know this in order to help you learn.  Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”

Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson.  “I guess a bit of both…?”

Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.

“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.

He sighed.  “Fine!  I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”

You nodded.  “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate.  It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it.  But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.”  You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.  It was time for dinner.  “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall.  Same time tomorrow?”

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you, Y/N.  For tutoring an idiot like me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that to yourself.  By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”

You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.

Newt stayed seated, thinking.  When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms.  I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking?  This is just charity work.


The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions.  But today you wanted more hands-on with potions.  You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia.  Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after.  Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart.  You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.

The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.

**Time skip**

You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron.  Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt.  After all, he had to learn somehow.

After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.

“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted.  “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”

You chuckled at how cute he looked.  “No worries.  Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia.  You know what that is, right?”

He nodded.  “An extremely powerful love potion.”

You smiled.  “Correct.  Are you familiar with the ingredients?”

“Uh… I think I know two.  Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”

“You’re right.”  Newt grinned when he heard this.  “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust.  Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”  

Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.

You clapped your hands together.  “Wonderful!”  You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see.  “I’m not going to help you brew it.”  

Newt’s face dropped a bit.

“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us.  Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.

“Then go ahead get started.”

Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right.  The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise.  Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.

Newt set the ladle down.  “Did I do it right?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Perfectly!”  You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent.  “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”

Newt sniffed the potion.  “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,”  His eyes got large.

You looked at Newt with concern.  “Is something wrong?  What is it?”

Newt turned his gaze to the floor.  “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.

You blushed.  “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly.  Your mind was racing.  MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!

“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.

You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes.  “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”

Newt blushed immensely.  Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.  

What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.  

Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you.  It only lasted a second before he pulled away to

look at you in complete silence.  But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion.  Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.

When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.

“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.

“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”

Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.

You giggled.  “You too, Pickett.”

Newt looked at the clock.  “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going.  I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”

You raised your eyebrows and laughed.  “Wow, Newt.  And I thought you were innocent!  You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”

Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head.  “I’m not leaving without you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.

You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”

“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”

AHH I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I do!  Please let me know what you thought of it!

Zombie Apocalypse AU! Shance

I finally finished part one. I’ll post a link on here to the next part when it’s finished (as well as the Ao3 link once I have the account set up). Enjoy <3

Part 1 | Part 2 >      Ao3 Link

A solid kick took out the rotting boards that stood in the way of one Takashi Shirogane. The broken pieces clattered to the dust covered tiles underfoot. Shiro’s steel eyes scanned the inside warily. Once confirmed that the inside was void of the living dead, he stepped inside and began searching through the convenience store’s shelves for supplies. Most of what was left were either expired or already taken. A frown touched his lips as he kept up his search. He moved from shelf to shelf. Finally, he came across a sealed box of batteries in a back storage room. Slipping a pocket knife from his back pocket, he opened up the cardboard box.

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13 Going on 30 (Part 3)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead. 

Word Count: 1,719.

A/N: This part was super fun to write! Hope you enjoy, and feedback would be greatly appreciated. (also can we take a moment to appreciate this beautiful gif)

@spidweeb - you’re a gem, and thank you so much for always being a great help.

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5 times Eric Bittle regretted living with Jack

(and one time he didn’t)

A Zimbits 5+1! 

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Bitty loved Jack, okay? He really, really did. He loved how sweet Jack could be, and his odd sense of humour, and how Jack could sit and patiently listen to Bitty ramble on about pie filling with nothing more than a gentle smile on his face.

Bitty did not, however, love Jack’s enthusiasm for morning runs. In fact, it was one of the few things Bitty resolutely did not like about Jack.

(He loved how chipper he looked while running, sure, but not the physical act of running at 5 AM. There was a special place in hell for 5 AM runs.)

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Ten Years (Part 7)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,212 (excluding flashback)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations

A/N: Tags are closed. Cue the drama. PS - some of your comments on the last chapter had me screeching, I love ‘em!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Papa Winchester - Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Title: Papa Winchester

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 3,529

Warnings: None really

Prompt: YN and Jeffrey met on season 1 of SPn where she played his daughter(the middle Winchester sister) and have been together ever since,they'r married with kids by now, and the fans (specially the cast who’s her family) always makes fun of that during interviews and pannels,but it’s always cute because Jeffrey likes to surprise them ,specially when the fans are involved,and they all love and are very supportive of their relationship

A/N: Thanks RLS for proofreading this!

“Oh and your husband totally got married to your daughter a couple years later, but no big deal!” Jensen said with a shrug and wave of his hand.

Jared chuckled next to him “I seriously thought he was gonna say this, and you know what would be even more creepy? Him being completely in character!”

“Absolutely! Oh and let’s not forget the whole zombies thing!” Jensen added with a playful grin as both he and Jared burst into laughter.

“Hey mom, dad married our sister and she made you a grandmother in the meantime!” Jared said in a deep voice, mimicking Dean as they chuckled “That would be one hell of a blooper, how the hell did you miss that chance?” he asked the older man who just shrugged.

“Don’t know, I was a little into character I guess.” Jensen shrugged “But oh, with Jeffrey visiting the set so often to see (Y/n) we are so going to do something with Samantha for next season!” he wiggled his eyebrows as Jared shook his head.

“Well, you guys really seem to have fun on set, don’t you?” the interviewer chuckled “But I think we all can understand you, I don’t think there is a single person I have personally met that watches Supernatural and doesn’t love them as a couple!”

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anonymous asked:

40, sasusaku please ^^

40 -  exes meeting again after not speaking for years au



A/N: this does have a read more, for mobile users who might not be able to see it. If you can’t read the rest, just open the post on your mobile browser, and the problem should be solved!



He was the last person that she expected to see when they arrived at their rented little summer house. At first, Sakura wasn’t sure she was seeing things quite right; still muddle-minded from their ten hour overnight drive, she reasoned with herself that she had to be dreaming—because last she’d known, Sasuke had left to pursue his studies in the States, where he’d later on decided to indefinitely stay once his family followed suit as well, spurred by the expansion of their company business into the country. 

She truly never thought she’d see him again.

(and yet…)

“Oh, right!” Naruto piped in, after no doubt noticing her gawking out her window. I forgot to tell you, Sakura-chan, but the bastard’s here, too! He came all the way from Boston to spend the summer with us!”

But only, Naruto hadn’t forgotten; by the lilt of his voice and the glint in his eyes, Sakura could tell that he’d always known Sasuke would be here—he just wanted to surprise her.

“Been awhile since you guys even talked, right?”

The exceptionally proud grin that spread to his lips made her wonder if maybe he’d been the one to invite Sasuke.

(or maybe he was just proud he’d been able to keep the secret so well.)

“Uh—right,” she could only respond, still a bit dazed.

“You and the bastard better catch up, then,” Naruto said, shifting the car into park as he pulled into the driveway. He gave her a wink, and then grinned again, swiftly getting out of the car. “Hey, Sasuke!” she heard him yell. “Help Sakura-chan unload her stuff, why don’t ya! I’m gonna go help the others!”

A deep, rooted blush crept to her neck. Scowling, Sakura rolled down her window and shouted, “Naruto! Don’t be so rude! You don’t even know if he’s busy with something else!”

“I don’t mind,” she heard Sasuke say in return. Taking his hands out of his pockets, he started his way towards her, nodding at Naruto when they crossed paths. The latter simply clapped him on the shoulder and grinned even wider, trotting down to join their friends in the other car already unloading their luggage—leaving them alone.

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Alright so I think it's a been a while since some people have read the books so just let me clarify some things.

Let’s start off with Philosophers Stone, in the beginning when Ron isn’t even her friend, and he actually hates her. (And there’s the whole being eleven years old thing.) This is basically when Ron is meanest to Hermione.

“It’s no wonder no one can stand her,” he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, “she’s a nightmare, honestly.”
Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face – and was startled to see that she was in tears.
“I think she heard you.”
“So?” said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. “She must’ve noticed she’s got no friends.” - Chapter 10, U.S. 172


“..Harry and Ron overheard Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls’ bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Ron looked still more awkward at this…”- Chapter 10, U.S. 172

Interesting……Hmmm, he’s not even her friend here, and he looks uncomfortable? And Awkward? Why’s that? Oh maybe because he grew up in a loving family that doesn’t tolerate those kinds of things hmm. But it doesn’t stop there let’s look at Hermione during this time.

“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed – or worse, expelled. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”
Ron stared after her, his mouth open. - Chapter 9, U.S. 162

Wow, Hermione isn’t that nice to Ron actually woah….

Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shoted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
“You’re saying it wrong.” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.” - Chapter 10, U.S. 171

Wait what?

“All right – I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffly voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?” - Chapter 6, U.S. 110

Now Hermione….

“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
“Er — all right.”
He cleared his throat.

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”

He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course.”

Jesus Hermione wasn’t that nice either. Shocking aint it? Hermione isn’t God? Oh wow, I almost forgot. HERMIONE HAS FLAWS. Just as many as Ron does, last time I checked she wasn’t canonized. I don’t recall learning about Saint Hermione in religion class. Because Hermione, just like every other human being, has flaws. 

Alright so you’ve seen that then you all (hopefully) all remember what happens next. They become friends yada yada, and knight Ron appears yada yada. Let’s move on to Chamber of Secrets.

“Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him. Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!”, and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulling out his wand, yelling, “You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!” and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at Malfoy’s face.
A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron’s wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.
“Ron! Ron! Are you all right?” squealed Hermione.
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.“ -Chapter 7, U.S. 112-113

Do I even have to say anything here?

"I - don’t - like - spiders,” said Ron tensely.
“I never knew that,” said Hermione, looking at Ron in surprise. “You’ve used spiders in Potions loads of times…”
“I don’t mind them dead,” said Ron, who was carefully looking anywhere but at the window. “I just don’t like the way they move…”
Hermione giggled.
“It’s not funny,” said Ron, fiercely. “If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned my - my teddy bear into a great big filthy spider because I broke his toy broomstick…. You wouldn’t like them either if you’d been holding your bear and suddenly it had too many legs and…”
He broke off, shuddering. Hermione was obviously still trying not to laugh. - Chapter 9, U.S. 154

Yes, yes. It seems really cute aw. But let’s just remember that she’s laughing at a serious phobia. If Ron had done that Hermione would have cried and Ron would have been Satan of course.

Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead.
“Harry - I think I’ve just understood something! I’ve got to go to the library!”
And she sprinted away, up the stairs.
“What does she understand?” said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
“Loads more than I do,” said Ron, shaking his head.
“But why’s she got to go to the library?”
“Because that’s what Hermione does,” said Ron, shrugging. “When in doubt, go to the library.” -Chapter 14, U.S. 255

Let’s say it together; AWWWW. HE KNOWS HER SO WELL! aND WAS THAT A COMPLIMENT? Oh I think it was!

“I’m quite surprised the Mudbloods haven’t all packed their bags by now,” Malfoy went on. “Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn’t Granger -”
The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Malfoy’s last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy were unnoticed.
“Let me at him,” Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. “I don’t care, I don’t need my wand, I’m going to kill him with my bare hands-” Chapter 15, U.S. 267

Awww this little cutie is only twelve and so ready to defend her. Can you imagine a little 12 year old Ron trying to be all tough, trying to defend Hermione’s honour like awwww.

“Ron read the message, swallowed hard, and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermione. The sight seemed to stiffen his resolve, and he nodded.” -Chapter 15, U.S. 270


“You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She’s just giving out Mandrake juice - I daresay the basilisk’s victims will be waking up any moment.”
“So Hermione’s okay!” said Ron brightly. -Chapter 18, U.S. 33



“Hermione,” said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, “they’ve messed up your schedule. Look - they’ve got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn’t enough time.”
“I’ll manage. I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.”
“But look,” said Ron, laughing, “see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And” - Ron leaned closer to her schedule, disbelieving - “look - underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you’re good, Hermione, but no one’s that good. How’re you supposed to be in three classes at once?”
“Don’t be silly,” said Hermione shortly. “Of course I won’t be in three classes at once.”
“Well, then -”
“Pass the marmalade,” said Hermione.
“But -”
“Oh, Ron, what’s it to you if my schedule’s a bit full?” Hermione snapped. “I told you, I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.”-Chapter 6, U.S. 98


“Well, look at it logically,” said Hermione, turning to the rest of the group. “I mean, Binky didn’t even die today, did he? Lavender just got the news today -” Lavender wailed loudly. “- and she can’t have been dreading it, because it’s come as a real shock -”
“Don’t mind Hermione, Lavender,” said Ron loudly, “she doesn’t think other people’s pets matter very much.”- Chapter 8, U.S. 149

Did Hermione just like say that to girl who lost a beloved pet. Hermione that’s not very nice. But it’s okay I don’t blame her, she doesn’t know how to express things in the nicest ways, and that’s completely okay because she’s not a saint.

A shower of brilliantly colored sweets fell into Harry’s lap. It was dusk, and Ron and Hermione had just turned up in the common room, pink-faced from the cold wind and looking as though they’d had the time of their lives. -Chapter 8, U.S. 157


“That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,” said Snape coolly. “Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.”
Hermione went very red, put down her hands, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, “You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?”- Chapter 9, U.S. 172


“Anyway…” She glanced over at Ron too. “He doesn’t want me to join in.”
There was no arguing with this, as Ron chose that moment to say loudly, “If Scabbers hadn’t been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them -”
Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or doing anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls’ dormitories and out of sight.
“Can’t you give her a break?” Harry asked Ron quietly.
“No,” said Ron flatly. “"If she just acted like she was sorry - but she’ll never admit she’s wrong, Hermione. She’s still acting like Scabbers has gone on vacation or something.”-Chapter 13, U.S. 264


“Malfoy’s dad frightened the Committee into it,” said Hermione, wiping her eyes. “You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope… Nothing will have changed.”
“Yeah, it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.”
“Oh, Ron!”
Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.
“Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers…,” she sobbed.
“Oh - well - he was old,” said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. “And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.” -Chapter 15, U.S. 292



“Granger, they’re after Muggles,” said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. “If you think they can’t spot a Mudblood, stay where you are.”
“You watch your mouth!” shouted Ron. Everybody present knew that “Mudblood” was a very offensive term for a witch or wizard of Muggle parentage.
“Never mind, Ron,” said Hermione quickly, seizing Ron’s arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy.- Chapter 9, U.S. 122


“… Dad could’ve got a promotion any time… he just likes it where he is…”
“Of course he does,” said Hermone quietly. “Don’t let Malfoy get to you, Ron-” -Chapter 11, U.S. 169


“You’re eating again, I notice,” said Ron, watching Hermione adding liberal amounts of jam to her toast too.
“I’ve decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights,” said Hermione haughtily.
“Yeah… and you were hungry,” said Ron, grinning.- Chapter 13, U.S. 194


“That idiot, Hogwarts champion?” said Ron as they pushed their way through the chattering crowd toward the staircase.
“He’s not an idiot. You just don’t like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch,” said Hermione. “I’ve heard he’s a really good student - and he’s a prefect.”
She spoke as though this settled the matter.
“You only like him because he’s handsome,” said Ron scathingly.
“Excuse me, I don’t like people just because they’re handsome!” said Hermione indignantly
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like “Lockhart!” -Chapter 15, U.S. 236


Jets of light shot from both wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles - Harry’s hit Goyle in the face, and Malfoy’s hit Hermione. Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up - Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth.
Ron had hurried forward to see what was wrong with her; Harry turned and saw Ron dragging Hermione’s hand away from her face. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Hermione’s front teeth - already larger than average - were now growing at an alarming rate; she was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongated, past her bottom lip, toward her chin - panic-stricken, she felt them and let out a terrified cry. -Chapter 18, U.S. 299


Hermione, however, leaned against the Owlery wall, folded her arms, and frowned at Ron.
“Harry’s got a long way to go before he finishes this tournament,” she said seriously. “If that was the first task, I hate to think what’s coming next.”
“Right little ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” said Ron. -Chapter 21, U.S. 364


“All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?” said Hermione, loftily. “Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now, isn’t she? Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone somewhere who’ll have you.”
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light.
“Hermione, Neville’s right - you are a girl…”
“Oh well spotted,” she said acidly.
“Well - can’t you come with one of us?”
“No, I can’t,” snapped Hermione.
“Oh come on,” he said impatiently, “we need partners, we’re going to look really stupid if we haven’t got any, everyone else has…”
“I can’t come with you,” said Hermione, now blushing, “because I’m already going with someone.”
“No, you’re not!” said Ron. “You just said that to get rid of Neville!”
“Oh did I?” said Hermione, and her eyes flashed dangerously. “Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else spotted I’m a girl!”
Ron stared at her. Then he grinned again.
“Okay, okay, we know you’re a girl,” he said. “That do? Will you come now?”
“I’ve already told you!” Hermione said very angrily. “I’m going with someone else!”
And she stormed off toward the girls’ dormitories again.
“She’s lying,” said Ron flatly, watching her go. -Chapter 22, U.S. 400


“Hermione - who are you going to the ball with?” said Ron.
He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione merely frowned and said, “I’m not telling you, you’ll just make fun of me.”-Chapter 23, U.S. 404


“Hermione,” said Ron, looking sideways at her, suddenly frowning, “your teeth…”
“What about them?” she said.
“Well, they’re different… I’ve just noticed…”
“Of course they are - did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me?”
“No, I mean, they’re different to how they were before he put that hex on you… They’re all… straight and - and normal-sized.”
Hermione suddenly smiled very mischievously, and Harry noticed it too: It was a very different smile from the one he remembered. -Chapter 23, U.S. 405


Hermione chose to watch Harry and the Weasleys’ snowball fight rather than join in, and at five o'clock said she was going back upstairs to get ready for the ball.
“What, you need three hours?” said Ron, looking at her incredulously and paying for his lapse in concentration when a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. “Who’re you going with?” he yelled after Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle. -Chapter 23, U.S. 411


“Padma’s going to meet you in the entrance hall,” she added to Ron.
“Right,” said Ron, looking around. “Where’s Hermione?” -Chapter 23, U.S. 412


Where is Hermione?“ he said again. -Chapter 23, U.S. 413


Ron was watching Hermione pass with narrowed eyes. -Chapter 23, U.S. 415


"How’s it going?” Harry asked Ron, sitting down and opening a bottle of butterbeer.
Ron didn’t answer. He was glaring at Hermione and Krum, who were dancing nearby. -Chapter 23, U.S. 420


Hermione came over and sat down in Parvati’s empty chair. She was a bit pink in the face from dancing.
“Hi,” said Harry. Ron didn’t say anything.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. Viktor’s just gone to get some drinks.“
Ron gave her a withering look. "Viktor?” he said. “Hasn’t he asked you to call him Vicky yet?”
Hermione looked at him in surprise. “What’s up with you?” she said.
“If you don’t know,” said Ron scathingly, “I’m not going to tell you.”
Hermione stared at him, then at Harry, who shrugged.
“Ron, what -?”
“He’s from Durmstrang!” spat Ron. “He’s competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! You - you’re -” Ron was obviously casting around for words strong enough to describe Hermione’s crime. “fraternizing with the enemy, that’s what you’re doing!”
Hermione’s mouth fell open.
“Don’t be so stupid!” she said after a moment. “The enemy! Honestly - who was the one who was all excited when they saw him arrive? Who was the one who wanted his autograph? Who’s got the model of him up in their dormitory?”
Ron chose to ignore this. “I s'pose he asked you to come with him while you were both in the library?”
“Yes, he did,” said Hermione, the pink patches on her cheeks glowing more brightly. “So what?”
“What happened - trying to get him to join spew, were you?”
“No, I wasn’t! If you really want to know, he - he said he’d been coming up to the library every day to try and talk to me, but he hadn’t been able to pluck up the courage!”
Hermione said this very quickly, and blushed so deeply that she was the same color as Parvati’s robes.
“Yeah, well - that’s his story,” said Ron nastily.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Obvious, isn’t it? He’s Karkaroff’s student, isn’t he? He knows who you hang around with… He’s just trying to get closer to Harry - get inside information on him - or get near enough to jinx him -”
Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered.
“For your information, he hasn’t asked me one single thing about Harry, not one -”
Ron changed tack at the speed of light.
“Then he’s hoping you’ll help him find out what his egg means! I suppose you’ve been putting your heads together during those cozy little library sessions -”
“I’d never help him work out that egg!” said Hermione, looking outraged. “Never. How could you say something like that - I want Harry to win the tournament, Harry knows that, don’t you, Harry?”
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” sneered Ron.
“The whole tournament’s supposed to be about getting to know foreign wizards and making friends with them!” said Hermione hotly.
“No it isn’t!” shouted Ron. “It’s about winning!”
People were starting to stare at them.
“Ron,” said Harry quietly, “I haven’t got a problem with Hermione coming with Krum -”
But Ron ignored Harry too.
“Why don’t you go and find Vicky, he’ll be wondering where you are,” said Ron.
“Don’t call him Vicky!”
Hermione jumped to her feet and stormed off across the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd. Ron watched her go with a mixture of anger and satisfaction on his face. -Chapter 23, U.S. 421


“Vare is Herm-own-ninny?” said a voice.
Krum had just arrived at their table clutching two butterbeers.
“No idea,” said Ron mulishly, looking up at him. “Lost her, have you?” -Chapter 23, U.S. 423


He climbed into the common room and found Ron and Hermione having a blazing row. Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face.
“Well, if you don’t like it, you know what the solution is, don’t you?” yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.
“Oh yeah?” Ron yelled back. “What’s what?”
“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!”
Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls’ staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry.
“Well,” he sputtered, looking thunderstruck, “well - that just proves - completely missed the point -”
Harry didn’t say anything. He liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now - but he somehow thought that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had. -Chapter 23, U.S. 432


Ron and Hermione seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement not to discuss their argument. They were being quite friendly to each other, though oddly formal. -Chapter 24, U.S. 433


“It’s a lot colder where he comes from,” said Hermione. “I supposed it feels quite warm to him.”
“Yeah, but there’s still the giant squid,” said Ron. He didn’t sound anxious - if anything, he sounded hopeful. Hermione noticed his tone of voice and frowned.
“He’s really nice, you know,” she said. “He’s not at all like you’d think, coming from Durmstrang. He likes it much better here, he told me.”
Ron said nothing. He hadn’t mentioned Viktor Krum since the ball, but Harry found a miniature arm under his bed on Boxing Day, which had looked very much as though it had been snapped off a small model figure wearing Bulgarian Quidditch robes. -Chapter 24, U.S. 444


Fleur bent down, kissed Harry twice on each cheek (he felt his face burn and wouldn’t have been surprised if steam was coming out of his ears again), then said to Ron, “And you too - you 'elped -”
“Yeah,” said Ron, looking extremely hopeful, “yeah, a bit -”
Fleur swooped down on him too and kissed him, Hermione looked simply furious […] -Chapter 26, U.S. 506


“No, it’s just… how did she know Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer?”
Hermione blushed scarlet as she said this and determinedly avoided Ron’s eyes.
“What?” said Ron, dropping his pestle with a loud clunk.
“He asked me right after he’d pulled me out of the lake,” Hermione muttered. “After he’d got rid of his shark’s head, Madam Pomfrey gave us both blankets and then he sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to -”
“And what did you say?” said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione.
“And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else,” Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her, “but how could Rita Skeeter have heard him? She wasn’t there… or was she? Maybe she has got an invisibility cloak; maybe she sneaked onto the grounds to watch the second task…”
“And what did you say?” Ron repeated, pounding his pestle down so hard that it dented the desk. -Chapter 27, U.S. 514


We will see each uzzer again, I 'ope,“ said Fleur as she reached him, holding out her hand. "I am 'oping to get a job 'ere, to improve my Eenglish.”
“It’s very good already,” said Ron in a strangled sort of voice. Fleur smiled at him; Hermione scowled. -Chapter 37, U.S. 724


Krum had come to say good-bye to Hermione.
“Could I have a vord?” he asked her.
“Oh… yes… all right,” said Hermione, looking slightly flustered, and following Krum through the crowd and out of sight.
“You’d better hurry up!” Ron called loudly after her. “The carriages’ll be here in a minute!”
He let Harry keep a watch for the carriages, however, and spent the next few minutes craning his neck over the crowd to try and see what Krum and Hermione might be up to. They returned quite soon. Ron stared at Hermione, but her face was quite impassive. -Chapter 37, U.S. 725



The door banged open. Hermione came tearing into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair flying. There was an envelope in her hand.
“Did you - did you get it?”
She spotted the badge in Harry’s hand and let out a shriek.
“I knew it!” she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. “Me too, Harry, me too!”
“No,” said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron’s hand. “It’s Ron, not me.”
“It - what?”
“Ron’s prefect, no me,” Harry said.
Ron?” said Hermione, her jaw dropping. “But… are you sure? I mean -”
She turned red as Ron looked around at her with a defiant expression on his face.
“It’s my name on the letter,” he said.
“I…” said Hermione, looking thoroughly bewildered. “I… well… wow! Well done, Ron! That’s really -”
“Unexpected,” said George, nodding.
“No,” said Hermione, blushing harder than ever, “no, it’s not… Ron’s done loads of… he’s really…” -Chapter 9, U.S. 162


Harry and Ron both looked at her blankly, and Hermione sighed again.
“About You-Know-Who. He said, 'His gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust -’”
“How do you remember stuff like that?” asked Ron, looking at her in admiration. -Chapter 12, U.S. 223


“Have a butterbeer.” Ron pressed a bottle onto him. “I can’t believe it - where’s Hermione gone?”
“She’s there,” said Fred, who was also swigging a butterbeet, and pointed to an armchair by the fire. Hermione was dozing in it, her drink tipping precariously in her hand.
“Well, she was pleased when I told her,” said Ron, looking slightly put out. -Chapter 13, U.S. 275


“How was practice?” asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room.
“It was -” Harry began.
“Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt. -Chapter 14, U.S. 294

Aw Hermione you do love him don’t youuuu awwww

“You were the only person last year who could throw off the Imperius Curse completely, you can produce a Patronus, you can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards can’t, Viktor always said -”
Ron looked around at her so fast he appeared to crick his neck; rubbing it, he said, “Yeah? What did Vicky say?”
“Ho ho,” said Hermione in a bored voice. -Chapter 16, U.S. 331

Jealous Ron is back oulala

“Good luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. “And you, Harry -”
Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened. -Chapter 19, U.S. 404


Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell.
“Because she was crying,” Harry continued heavily.
“Oh,” said Ron, his smile fading slightly. “Are you that bad at kissing?”
“Dunno,” said Harry, who hadn’t considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. “Maybe I am.”
“Of course you’re not,” said Hermione absently, still scribbling away at her letter.
“How do you know?” said Ron in a sharp voice. -Chapter 21, U.S. 458

Did you guys know that Ron is synonymous with jealous it’s in the thesaurus and everything

A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, “One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode.”
“Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have,” said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again. -Chapter 2, U.S. 459


“Who’re you writing the novel to anyway?” Ron asked Hermione, trying to read the bit of parchment now trailing on the floor. Hermione hitched it up out of sight.
“How many other Viktors do we know?”
Ron said nothing, but looked disgruntled. -Chapter 21, U.S. 460

Looks like the teaspoon feels some emotions

“Thanks for the book, Harry!” she said happily. “I’ve been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages! And that perfume is really unusual, Ron.”
“No problem,” said Ron. -Chapter 23, U.S. 503


“Harry, you’re worse than Ron… Well, no, you’re not,” she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy. -Chapter 26, U.S. 572

I always laugh so hard at this, oh Ron ya clueless little git you *sigh* boys

“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a Mudblood, Granger, so ten for that…”
Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, “Don’t!” -Chapter 28, U.S. 626


“What do you think about this?” Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs. Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry’s first dinner at Grimmauld Place. -Chapter 29, U.S. 658

Harry aka biggest Romione shipper

Oh, you’re so naive sometimes, Harry. You really think Umbridge will wait for proof?’ said Hermione, who seemed determined to be in a towering temper, and she swept off towards the girls’ dormitories, banging the door behind her.
‘Such a lovely, sweet-tempered girl,’ said Ron, very quietly, prodding his queen forward to beat up one of Harry’s knights.-Chapter 31, U.S. 716



“Don’t you get used to her if she’s staying in the same house?” Harry asked.
“Well, you do,” said Ron, “but if she jumps out at you unexpectedly, like then…”
“It’s pathetic,” said Hermione furiously, striding away from Ron as far as she could go and turning to face him her arms folded once she had reached the wall. -Chapter 5, U.S. 93

Poor Hermione, Fleur is going to be the least of your problems sweetie

“It’s Amortentia!”
“It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask,” said Slughorn, who was looking mightily impressed, “but I assume you know what it does?”
“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world!” said Hermione.
“Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?”
“And the steam rising in characteristic spirals,” said Hermione enthusiastically, “and it’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and -”
But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence. -Chapter 9, U.S. 185


“Well, what’s so impressive about that?” whispered Ron, who for some reason looked annoyed. “You are the best in the year - I’d’ve told him so if he’d asked me!” -Chapter 9, U.S. 186

Ronnnn you lookin a bit green there

And you’ve been through all that persecution from the Ministry when they were trying to make out that you were unstable and a liar. You can still see the marks on the back of your hand where that evil woman made you write with your own blood, but you stuck to your story anyway…”
“You can still see where those brains got hold of me in the Ministry, look,” said Ron, shaking back his sleeves.
“And it doesn’t hurt that you’ve grown about a foot over the summer either,” Hermione finished, ignoring Ron.
“I’m tall,” said Ron, inconsequentially. -Chapter 11, U.S. 219

Yes you are, you’re also jealoooouuuusssss

What did surprise him was that when Ron drew level with them, Parvati suddenly nudged Lavender, who looked around and gave Ron a wide smile. Ron blinked at her, then returned the smile uncertainly. His walk instantly became something more like a strut. Harry resisted the temptation to laugh, remembering that Ron had refrained from doing so after Malfoy had broken Harry’s nose; Hermione, however, looked cold and distant all the way down to the stadium through the cool, misty drizzle, and departed to find a place in the stands without wishing Ron good luck. -Chapter 11, U.S. 222


“You did brilliantly, Ron!”
This time it really was Hermione running toward them from the stands; Harry saw Lavender walking off the pitch, arm in arm with Parvati, a rather grumpy expression on her face. Ron looked extremely pleased with himself and even taller than usual as he grinned at the team and at Hermione. -Chapter 11, U.S. 226


“Good idea,” whispered Hermione, clearly pleased that Harry was calming down. “Ron, what are you staring at?”
“Nothing,” said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive barmaid, Madam Rosmerta, for whom he had long nursed a soft spot.
“I expect 'nothing’s’ in the back getting more firewhiskey,” said Hermione waspishly. -Chapter 12, U.S. 247


“’Slug Club,’” repeated Ron with a sneer worthy of Malfoy. “It’s pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don’t you try hooking up with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen slug-”
“We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, who from some reason had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, “and I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it’s that stupid then I won’t bother.”
Harry suddenly wished the pod had flown a little farther, so that he need not have been sitting here with the pair of them. Unnoticed by either, he seized the bowl that contained the pod and began to try and open it by the noisiest and most energetic means he could think of; unfortunately, he could still hear every word of their conversation.
“You were going to ask me?” asked Ron, in a completely different voice.
“Yes,” said Hermione angrily. “But obviously if you’d rather I hooked up with McLaggen…”
There was a pause while Harry continued to pound the resilient pod with a trowl.
“No, I wouldn’t,” said Ron, in a very quiet voice. -Chapter 14, U.S. 282


“Harry’s snogged Cho Chang! And Hermione snogged Viktor Krum, it’s only you who acts like it’s something disgusting, Ron, and that’s because you’ve got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!”


He did not see how he could possibly explain to Hermione that what she had done to offend Ron was kiss Viktor Krum, not when the offense had occurred so long ago. -Chapter 14, U.S. 300


There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron, who refused to look at her, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, “Hi, Harry! Wondered where you’d got to!”
Hermione slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles around her head so that she looked like a strange, feathery model of the solar system.
“You shouldn’t keep Lavender waiting outside,” she said quietly. “She’ll wonder where you’ve gone.”
She walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened.
“Oppungo!” came a shriek from the doorway.
Harry turned around to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron, her expression wild: The little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets toward Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach.
“Gerremoffme!” he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed. -Chapter 14, U.S. 302

Hermione what the hell he never hurt you like that when you were seeing Krum that’s not fair, let Ron have a boo thing, you got to have yours

Ron, whose hands and forearms still bore scratches and cuts from Hermione’s bird attack, was taking a defensive and resentful tone.
“She can’t complain,” he told Harry. “She snogged Krum. So she’s found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it’s a free country. I haven’t done anything wrong.”-Chapter 15, U.S. 304

No you haven’t actually, wow you’re actually right Ron that makes a lot of fucking sense (LOOKIN AT YOU RON HATERS YOU HATE RON FOR LAVENDER LIKE UM)

“He’s at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes,” said Hermione, while the librarian, Madam Pince, prowled the shelves behind them. “I really couldn’t care less.”
She raised her quill and dotted an i so ferociously that she punctured a hole in her parchment.-Chapter 15, U.S. 305


“Hi, Parvati!” said Hermione, ignoring Ron and Lavender completely. “Are you going to Slughorn’s party tonight?”
“No invite,” said Parvati gloomily. “I’d love to go, though, it sounds like it’s going to be really good… You’re going, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m meeting Cormac at eight, and we’re -”
There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything.
“- we’re going up to the party together.”
“Cormac?” said Parvati. “Cormac McLaggen, you mean?”
“That’s right,” said Hermione sweetly. “The one who almost” - she put a great deal of emphasis on the word - “became Gryffindor Keeper.”
“Are you going out with him, then?” asked Parvati, wide-eyed.
“Oh - yes - didn’t you know?” said Hermione, with a most un-Hermione-ish giggle.
“No!” said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. “Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don’t you? First Krum, then McLaggen…”
“I like really good Quidditch players,” Hermione corrected her, still smiling. “Well, see you… Got to go and get ready for the party…” -Chapter 15, U.S. 313


“Did you have a good Christmas?”
“Yeah,” said Ron at once, “pretty eventful, Rufus Scrim -”
“I’ve got something for you, Harry,” said Hermione, neither looking at Ron nor giving any sign that she had heard him. -Chapter 17, U.S. 351


[…] Harry led Hermione over to the spare table.
“So how was your Christmas?”
“Oh, fine,” she shrugged. “Nothing special. How was it at Won-Won’s?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” said Harry. “Look, Hermione, can’t you -?”
“No, I can’t,” she said flatly. “So don’t even ask.”
“I thought maybe, you know, over Christmas -”
“It was the Fat Lady who drank a vat of five-hundred-year-old wine, Harry, not me.” -Chapter 17, U.S. 352


“Ron reckons I should just hang back after Potions this afternoon…”
“Oh, well, if Won-Won thinks that, you’d better do it,” she said, flaring up at once. “After all, when has Won-Won’s judgment ever been faulty?”
“Hermione, can’t you -?”
“No!” she said angrily, and stormed away, leaving Harry alone and ankle-deep in snow. -Chapter 18, U.S. 374


“How did you do?” asked Ron, hurrying toward Harry. “I think I felt something the last time I tried - a kind of tingling in my feet.”
“I expect your trainers are too small, Won-Won,” said a voice behind them, and Hermione stalked past, smirking. -hapter 18, U.S. 386

hermione stop being an asshole god dammit

Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and demanded to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Harry and Ginny’s obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood behind them, clench-jawed and frightened-looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him. -Chapter 19, U.S. 400


“Er-my-nee,” croaked Ron unexpectedly from between them. -Chapter 19, U.S. 402


He stopped talking very suddenly. Lavender Brown was standing at the foot of the marble staircase looking thunderous.
“Hi,” said Ron nervously.
“C'mon,” Harry muttered to Hermione, and they sped past, though not before they heard Lavender say, “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting out today? And why was she with you?”
Ron looked both sulky and annoyed when he appeared at breakfast half an hour later, and though he sat with Lavender, Harry did not see them exchange a word all the time they were together. Hermione was acting as though she was quite oblivious to all of this, but once or twice Harry saw an inexplicable smirk cross her face. -Chapter 20, U.S. 425


“How d'you spell 'belligerent’?” said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. “It can’t be B - U - M -”
“No, it isn’t,” said Hermione, pulling Ron’s essay toward her. “And 'augury’ doesn’t being O - R -G either. What kind of quill are you using?”
“It’s one of Fred and George’s spell-check ones… but I think the charm must be wearing off…”
“Yes, it must,” said Hermione, pointing at the title of his essay, “because we were asked how we’d deal with dementors, not 'Dugbogs,’ and I don’t remember you changing your name to 'Roonil Wazlib’ either.”
“Ah no!” said Ron, staring horror-struck at the parchment. “Don’t say I’ll have to write the whole thing out again!”
“It’s okay, we can fix it,” said Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand.
“I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” -Chapter 21, U.S. 449

awwwwww *sighs in admiration*

“No joy,” said Harry, as Ron joined them. “Bad luck, mate, but you’ll pass next time - we can take it together.”
“Yeah, I s'pose,” said Ron grumpily. “But half an eyebrow! Like that matters!”
“I know,” said Hermione soothingly, “it does seem really harsh…” -Chapter 22, U.S. 476

hermione comforting Ron aww I wonder how she comforted him after they got together

“Ron, you’re making it snow,” said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Harry noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Ron’s arm.
“Oh yeah,” said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. “Sorry… looks like we’ve all got horrible dandruff now…”
He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione’s shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. -Chapter 24, U.S. 514


“Thanks,” said Harry, grinning. “And what did you tell her Ron’s got?”
“A Pygmy Puff, but I didn’t say where.”
Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing. -Chapter 25, U.S. 536


Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose. -Chapter 30, U.S. 647



Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione.
“You’re okay,” he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.
“I thought - I thought -”
“’M all right,” said Ron, patting her on the back. “’M fine.”
“Ron was great,” said Tonks warmly, reliquishing her hold on Lupin. “Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom -”
“You did?” said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck.
“Always the tone of surprise,” he said a little grumpily, breaking free. -Chapter 5, U.S. 76


“Don’t!” squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary.
“Oh no,” said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. “Hermione, I wasn’t trying to upset -”
But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings, Ron bounded off the bed and got there first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking handkerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, “Tergeo.”
The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking handkerchief to Hermione.
“Oh… thanks, Ron… I’m sorry…” She blew her nose and hiccuped. “It’s just so awful, isn’t it? R-right after Dumbledore… I j-just never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!”
“Yeah, I know,” said Ron, giving her a squeeze. “But you know what he’d say to us if he was here?”
“'C-constant vigilance,’” said Hermione, mopping her eyes.
“That’s right,” said Ron, nodding. “He’d tell us to learn from what happened to him. And what I’ve learned is not to trust that cowardly little squit, Mundungus.”
Hermione gave a shaky laugh and leaned forward to pick up two more books. - Chapter 6, U.S. 94


“This isn’t your average book,” said Ron. “It’s pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I’d had this last year I’d have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with… Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I’ve learned a lot. You’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork, either.”- Chapter 7, U.S. 113


“I’ll pack these for you,” Hermione said brightly, taking Harry’s presents out of his arms as the three of them headed back upstairs. “I’m nearly done, I’m just waiting for the rest of your underpants to come out of the wash, Ron -”
Ron’s splutter was interrupted by the opening of a door on the first-floor landing.- Chapter 7, U.S. 115


Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes.
“Nice,” said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. “You’ve really got an eye for that sort of thing.”
“Thank you, Ron!” said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused.- Chapter 7, U.S. 118


“But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party,” said Fred. “He used to down an entire bottle of firewhiskey, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his -”
“Yes, he sounds like a real charmer,” said Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter.
“He never married, for some reason,” said Ron.
“You amaze me,” said Hermione.- Chapter 8, U.S. 142


Hermione looked pleasurably flustered, but this time Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, “Who is that man in the yellow?”
“That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,” said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. “Come and dance,” he added abruptly to Hermione.
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor.
“Ah, they are together now?” asked Krum, momentarily distracted.
“Er - sort of,” said Harry. -Chapter 8, U.S. 147

rons jealous, harry ships it, krum respects it and romiones dancing, what’s not to love about this?

“You’re amazing, you are,” said Ron, handing her his bundled up robes.
“Thank you,” said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into the bags.- Chapter 9, U.S. 162


Ron struggled for a moment before managing to extract his wand from his pocket.
“It’s no wonder I can’t get it out, Hermione, you packed my old jeans, they’re tight.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” hissed Hermione, and as she dragged the waitress out of sight of the windows, Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his wand instead.- Chapter 9, U.S. 167

heheheehehehehehehe hermione you so sassy gurl

“That… that was…” Hermione whimpered, as Ron helped her to her feet.- Chapter 9, U.S. 171


“Family safe, do not reply, we are being watched.”
The Patronus dissolved into nothingness. Ron let out a noise between a whimper and a groan and dropped onto the sofa: Hermione joined him, gripping his arm.
“They’re all right, they’re all right!” she whispered, and Ron half laughed and hugged her. - Chapter 9, U.S. 173

im turning into a pile of mush

Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her finger’s inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. - Chaper 10, U.S. 176

Hell yeah they did

Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, “What if purebloods and half-bloods swear a Muggle-born’s part of their family? I’ll tell everyone Hermione’s my cousin -”
Hermione covered Ron’s hand with hers and squeezed it.
“Thank you, Ron, but I couldn’t let you -”
“You won’t have a choice,” said Ron fiercely, gripping her hand back. “I’ll teach you my family tree so you can answer questions on it.” - Chapter 11, U.S. 209


“Don’t look at me like that!” he snapped at Hermione.
“Don’t you start on her!” snarled Ron.- Chapter 11, U.S. 215


“'Merlin’s pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.”- Chapter 12, U.S. 226

oH rON

“Snape could send Phineas Nigellus to look inside this house for him,” Hermione explained to Ron as she resumed her seat. “But let him try it now, all Phineas Nigellus will be able to see is the inside of my handbag.”
“Good thinking!” said Ron, looking impressed.
“Thank you,” smiled Hermione, pulling her soup toward her.- Chapter 12, U.S. 228

Ron you’re such a kiss up

“Respect?” Harry repeated, but Hermione shot him a warning look; apparently he was not to argue with Ron while the latter was in such a weakened condition.- Chapter 14, U.S. 273


Hermione was watching Ron fret over the fate of the Cameroles, and there was such tenderness in her expression that Harry felt as if he had surprised her in the act of kissing him.- Chapter 14, U.S. 274


Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?
"Are you staying, or what?”
“I…” She looked anguished. “Yes - yes, I’m staying. Ron, we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help -”
“I get it. You choose him.”
“Ron, no - please - come back, come back!”
She was impeded by her own Shield Charm; by the time she had removed it, he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron’s name amongst the trees.
After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face.
“He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!”
She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.- Chapter 15, U.S. 309


Then a voice hissed from out of the Horcrux.
“I have seen your heart, and it is mine.”
“Don’t listen to it!” Harry said harshly. “Stab it!”
“I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible…”
“Stab!” shouted Harry; his voice echoed off the surrounding trees, the sword point trembled, and Ron gazed down into Riddle’s eyes.
“Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter… Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend… Second best, always, eternally overshadowed…”
“Ron, stab it now!” Harry bellowed; He could feel the locket quivering in his grip and was scared of what was coming. Ron raised the sword still higher, and as he did so, Riddle’s eyes gleamed scarlet.
Out of the locket’s two windows, out of the eyes, there bloomed two grotesque bubbles, the heads of Harry and Hermione, wierdly distorted.
Ron yelled in shock and backed away as the figures blossomed out of the locket, first chests, then waists, then legs, until they stood in the locket, side by side like trees with a common root, swaying over Ron and the real Harry, who had snatched his fingers away from the locket as it burned, suddenly, white-hot.
“Ron!” he shouted, but the Riddle-Harry was now speaking with Voldemort’s voice and Ron was gazing, mesmerized, into its face.
“Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence… We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption -”
“Presumption!” echoed the Riddle-Hermione, who was more beautiful and yet more terrible than the real Hermione: She swayed, cackling, before Ron, who looked horrified yet transfixed, the sword hanging pointlessly at his side. “Who could look at you, who would ever look at you, beside Harry Potter? What have you ever done, compared with the Chosen One? What are you, compared with the Boy Who Lived?”
“Ron, stab it, STAB IT!” Harry yelled, but Ron did not move: His eyes were wide, and the Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione were reflected in them, their hair swirling like flames, their eyes shining red, their voices lifted in an evil duet.
“Your mother confessed,” sneered Riddle-Harry, while Riddle-Hermione jeered, “that she would have preferred me as a son, would be glad to exchange…”
“Who wouldn’t prefer him, what woman would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him,” crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she stretched like a snake and entwined herself around Riddle-Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: Their lips met.
On the ground in front of them, Ron’s face filled with anguish. He raised the sword high, his arms shaking.
“Do it, Ron!” Harry yelled.
Ron looked toward him, and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes.
“Ron -?”
The sword flashed, plunged: Harry threw himself out of the way, there was a clang of metal and a long, drawn-out scream. Harry whirled around, slipping in the snow, wand held ready to defend himself: but there was nothing to fight.
The monstrous versions of himself and Hermione were gone: There was only Ron, standing there with the sword held slackly in his hand, looking down at the shattered remains of the locket on the flat rock.
Slowly, Harry walked back to him, hardly knowing what to say or do. Ron was breathing heavily: His eyes were no longer red at all, but their normal blue; they were also wet.
Harry stooped, pretending he had not seen, and picked up the broken Horcrux. Ron had pierced the glass in both windows: Riddle’s eyes were gone, and the stained silk lining of the locket was smoking slightly. The thing that had lived in the Horcrux had vanished; torturing Ron had been its final act.
The sword clanged as Ron dropped it. He had sunk to his knees, his head in his arms. He was shaking, but not, Harry realized, from cold. Harry crammed the broken locket into his pocket, knelt down beside Ron, and placed a hand cautiously on his shoulder. He took it as a good sign that Ron did not throw it off.
“After you left,” he said in a low voice, grateful for the fact that Ron’s face was hidden, “she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone…”
He could not finish it; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry fully realized how much his absence had cost them.
“She’s like my sister,” he went on. “I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that. I thought you knew.”- Chapter 19, U.S. 375

i just want to hug Ron omg no how can anyone hate him omg hating Ron is like hating a puppy look at this shit AND RARRY BROTP AM I RIGHT

She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron’s rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas.
Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half raised his arms.
Hermione launched herself forward and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.
“Ouch - ow - gerroff! What the -? Hermione - OW!”
“You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!”
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.
“You - crawl - back - here - after - weeks - and - weeks - oh, where’s my wand?”
She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instictively.
The invisible shield erupted between Ron and Hermione: The force of it knocked her backward onto the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, she leapt up again.
“Hermione!” Harry said. “Calm -”
“I will not calm down!” she screamed. Never before had he seen her lose control like this; she looked quite demented. “Give me back my wand! Give it to me!
“Hermione, will you please -”
“Don’t you tell me what to do, Harry Potter!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!”
She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps.
“I came running after you! I called you! I begged you to come back!”
“I know,” Ron said, “Hermione, I’m sorry, I’m really -”
“Oh, you’re sorry!”
She laughed, a high pitched, out-of-control sound; Ron looked at Harry for help, but Harry merely grimaced his helplessness.
“You come back after weeks - weeks - and you think it’s all going to be all right if you say sorry?”
“Well, what else can I say?” Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back.
“Oh, I don’t know!” yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. “Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds -”
“Hermione,” interjected Harry, who considered this a lot blow, “he just saved my -”
“I don’t care!” she screamed. “I don’t care what he’s done! Weeks and weeks, we could have been dead for all he knew -”
“I knew you weren’t dead!” bellowed Ron, drowning her voice for the first time, and approaching as close as he could with the Shield Charm between them. “Harry’s all over the Prophet, all over the radio, they’re looking for you everywhere, all these rumors and mental stories, I knew I’d hear straight off if you were dead, you don’t know what it’s been like -”
“What it’s been like for you?”
Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless, and Ron seized his opportunity.
“I wanted to come back the minute I’d Disapparated, but I walked straight into a gang of Snatchers, Hermione, and I couldn’t go anywhere!”- Chapter 19, U.S. 379


“One thing I would like to know, though,” she said, fixing her eyes on a spot a foot over Ron’s head. “How exactly did you find us tonight? That’s important. Once we know, we’ll be able to make sure we’re not visited by anyone else we don’t want to see.”
Ron glared at her, then pulled a small silver object from his jeans pocket.  “I was listening to the radio really early on Christmas morning and I heard… I heard you.” He was looking at Hermione.- Chapter 19, U.S. 383


Hermione put the vanquished Horcrux into the beaded bag, then climbed back into her bed and settled down without another word.
Ron passed Harry the new wand.
“About the best you could hope for, I think,” murmured Harry.
“Yeah,” said Ron. “Could’ve been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?”
“I still haven’t ruled it out,” came Hermione’s muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack.- Chapter 19, U.S. 386


“The Deluminator turned out to be pretty useful,” piped up Ron. “I think Hermione’s right, I think we ought to go and see Lovegood.”
Harry threw him a dark look. He was quite sure that Ron’s support of Hermione had little to do with a desire to know the meaning of the triangular rune.- Chapter 20, U.S. 395

Im pretty sure his desire was to see a triangular rune, but not the one that’s part of the deathly hallows

When Hermione returned to her bunk, Harry lowered his voice.
“You only agreed to try and get back in her good books.”
“All’s fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.”- Chapter 20, U.S. 396


“Get - off - her!” Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, “No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!”
“Your boyfriend’s going to have worse than that done to him if he’s on my list,” said the horribly familiar, rasping voice.- Chapter 23, U.S. 447


“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.”
“Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply. “All except… except for the Mudblood.”
Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.
“No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!”
Bellatrix hit him across the face; the blow echoed around the room.
“If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,” she said.- Chapter 23, U.S. 463


“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girl when she’s finished with her?” Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say I’ll get a bite or two, wouldn’t you, ginger?”
Harry could feel Ron shaking.- Chapter 23, U.S. 463

fucking tell me you don’t like Ron like go ahead I’ll just show you fucking this like what I can’t even ugh

The echoing bang of the slammed cellar door had not died away before there was a terrible, drawn-out scream from directly above them.
“HERMIONE!” Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle against the ropes tying them together, so that Harry staggered. “HERMIONE!”
“Be quiet!” Harry said. “Shut up, Ron, we need to work out a way -”

- Chapter 23, U.S. 464

Hermione screamed again from overhead, and they could hear Bellatrix screaming too, but her words were inaudible, for Ron shouted again, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”

- Chapter 23, U.S. 464

“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?
“We found it - we found it - PLEASE!” Hermione screamed again: Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty nail slipped onto Harry’s wrist.

- Chapter 23, U.S. 465

From above came Bellatrix’s voice.
“You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!”
Another terrible scream -
“What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!”
Harry felt the ropes fall away and turned, rubbing his wrists, to see Ron running around the cellar, looking up at the low ceiling, searching for a trapdoor.

- Chapter 23, U.S. 465

“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!
Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists […]

- Chapter 23, U.S. 466

He tilted the shard of mirror this way and that, and saw nothing reflected there but the walls and ceiling of their prison, and upstairs Hermione was screaming worse than ever, and next to him Ron was bellowing, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”


“And I think,” said Bellatrix’s voice, “we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.”
Ron had burst into the drawing room; Bellatrix looked around, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead -- Chapter 23, U.S. 472

ron motherfucking weasley this is so fucking emotional

Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him.- Chapter 24, U.S. 480

the angst the fluff the sweetness i cant handle it

And then he skidded around a final corner and with a yell of mingled relief and fury he saw them: Ron and Hermione, both with their arms full of large, curved, dirty yellow objects, Ron with a broomstick under his arm.
“Where the hell have you been?” Harry shouted.
“Chamber of Secrets,” said Ron.
“Chamber - what?” said Harry, coming to an unsteady halt before them.
“It was Ron, all Ron’s idea!” said Hermione breathlessly. “Wasn’t it absolutely brilliant? There we were, after you left, and I said to Ron, even if we find the other one, how are we going to get rid of it? We still hadn’t got rid of the cup! And then he thought of it! The basilisk!”
“What the -?”
“Something to get rid of Horcruxes,” said Ron simply.
Harry’s eyes dropped to the objects clutched in Ron and Hermione’s arms; great curved fangs, torn, he now realized, from the skull of a dead basilisk.
“But how did you get in there?” he asked, staring from the fangs to Ron. “You need to speak Parseltongue!”
“He did!” whispered Hermione. “Show him, Ron!”
Ron made a horrible strangled hissing noise.
“It’s what you did to open the locket,” he told Harry apologetically. “I had to have a few goes to get it right, but,” he shrugged modestly, “we got there in the end.”
“He was amazing!” said Hermione. “Amazing!”- Chapter 31, U.S. 623

ron you clever motherfucker

“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We’ve forgotten someone!”
“Who?” asked Hermione.
“The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?”
“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry.
“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want any more Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us -”
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “OI! There’s a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it’s now or never, isn’t it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D'you think you could just - just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?”
“Yeah - right - sorry,” said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.- Chapter 31, U.S. 625



Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.
“Parked all right, then?” Ron asked Harry. “I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She though I’d have to Confund the examiner.”
“No, I didn’t,” said Hermione, “I had complete faith in you.”
“As a matter of fact, I did Confund him,” Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus’s trunk and owl onto the train. “I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that.”
Back on the platform, they found Lily and Hugo, Rose’s younger brother, having an animated discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.
“If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.”
“Ron!” - Epilogue, U.S. 755


“So that’s little Scorpius,” said Ron under his breath. “Make sure you beat him at every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.”
“Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!”
“You’re right,” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”- Epilogue, U.S. 756



So there you have it. The real Ron and Hermione are cuties and amazing, and there is nothing abusing or terrible in their relationship. I don’t know what kind of fanfic some people have been reading. But this is canon Ron and Hermione and I love it. As should everyone else because let’s be real, even Satan ships it.

camp f*ck

pairing: park jimin x oc
genre/rating: smut, mature themes, language
words: 11.3k
summary: you’re working at a camp (kinda like camp rock) sexually frustrated and very single, when the camp suddenly decides to make more money by opening their doors for older “kids”. you come across park jimin, who makes it more than clear that he would like to get to know you better in more than one way

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Joe Sugg imagine || Couples Q&A ||

Anonymous said:

Could you do one we’re joe is still a thatcher and is starting YouTube and y/n and him do a couple q&a

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“This is really weird for me.” You couldn’t help but admit it, sitting on your bed with a camera balanced on a stack of books since you didn’t have a tripod yet, in front of you, watching as Joe stood behind it, “I know, but … I’m really going for this Youtube thing.” He glanced up at you and gave you a smile.
“I know, and I know you’ll do amazingly with it, but – I’m the camera girl.” You laughed slightly.

You’d held the camera for Joe many, many times during his videos, you weren’t much for the public eye, especially with Joe’s ever growing channel.

“Well, the world deserves to know the camera girl, I love very much.” Joe beamed, leaning over and giving you a soft kiss, before sitting down. “It’s only a few questions, the couple’s Q and A, please?” He pouted, making his eyes big.

“Okay, fine… You’re lucky I love you.” You caved in pretty quickly to him. “Yes!” Joe said victory punching the air. “What do I do?” You asked, staring at the camera, awkwardly. “Just be you, the lovable, perfect you.” He poked your nose and you moved your head quickly in attempts to bite his finger, before you both laughed.

You both had sorted yourself out and Joe did his introduction to the camera; “and with me today, I have my beautiful girlfriend, (Y/N) – yes! That means I conned her into doing a couples question and answer video, I know you’ve been pestering me to get her in front of the camera.” Joe laughed, you waved to the camera, smiling – trying to act natural. “It only took a few tablets in her drink this morning.” Joe nodded. “OI!” You said sharply pushing him a little bit.

“So, I just Googled a list of couples questions and there was a lot of them, so I just picked a few at random.” Joe had his phone in his hand.

“Oh first, introduce yourself;” Joe remembered, everyone knew he was 20 and a Thatcher.

“Uhm.” You said, “I’m (Y/N), I’m 19 and I’m taking some online courses for marketing.” You felt like that wasn’t very exciting. “She also looks after me.” Joe raised his hand and you nodded, agreeing.

“Shall we get into it?” Joe looked at you and you nodded again,

“First question; pretty simple – How did we meet?” He asked.

“You stalked me like I was an antelope at school and when I was unsuspecting you attacked.” You said seriously. “I never!” Joe said quickly, gasping.
“You did too!” You said quickly. “Listen, listen … Guys…” You looked at the camera trying to cover Joe’s mouth you kept protesting you telling the story. “I had gym class the period before Joe, he’d ALWAYS sneak out of his English class early to get to the gym before the bell went and he’d purposely time it so we’d always run into each other…” You said.

“How is THAT stalking you like an antelope?!” He stared hard at you. “Dunno, just kinda is, really, isn’t it?” You laughed.

“Don’t be foolish, you look nothing like an antelope… Smell like one, maybe… Especially on taco night.” - “JOE!” You exclaimed.

“Anywayyyy… We met at school, okay? School.” Joe was looking at the camera. “Question two; kinda ties into question one.” He cleared his throat. “How long we’ve been together?”
“You’re making me answer this because you always mess it up, aren’t you?” You asked him and he grinned. “Maybe.” He winked.

“Joe thinks it’s four years, but it’s three.” You answered. “In his head, I was dating him a year before he asked me out.” You teased him.

“She lies!” Joe hissed, trying not to laugh, he hadn’t stopped smiling the entire time the camera had been going.

“Wanna read a question?” He asked you, “I know you’ve only recently learned how to read, but … If you need help with any big words, I’m here to help.” He handed you his phone, as you stared at him with a dull expression.

He was biting his lip, trying not to laugh. “You see what I put up with?! YOU SEE IT?!” You looked at the camera while gesturing to Joe.

It was hard to explain, but it seemed like even on video the chemistry and the love you both shared for one another was captured with every recorded second.

“Uhm, okay – question three; what was… Our first road trip together?” You asked, looking at him, tapping his phone lightly against your lips as you waited for him to answer.

“Easy, we went to London for the weekend – I had just gotten my licence, (Y/N) got us incredibly lost… Ended up on the entirely wrong motor way and next thing we both see; a big old sign welcoming us to Wales.” He shook his head.

“That wasn’t my fault!” You defended, “okay; so – story time.” You clapped your hands together, abandoning his phone on your bed.
“So, Joe passed his drivers test – super excited; I had the flu… I was delirious, sick as can be and he’s toting us off for a journey to London on a bank holiday weekend. I couldn’t remember my own name and he put me in charge of the map…” You scoffed.

“I was trying to be romantic!” Joe cut in on your story time quickly, “I was trying not to get sick out the window.” You whispered.

“Let us just say, we turned around and both went home and didn’t speak to one another for about two or three days afterwards because we wouldn’t take the blame.” Joe laughed, “it was definitely a test for our slightly new relationship!” He admitted, making you roll your eyes, “true though.” You laughed.

“See? Guys you’re learning so much about us.” Joe picked up his phone, “ouuu, question four; what do we argue the most about?” He smirked as he read it.

“The flipping amount of straw you drag into the house.” You answered almost automatically. “It’s true… We find bits of straw in the most random of places… And it’s not a serious argument, it’s just kind of a funny one.”

“Question five; Who said ‘I love you’ first?” He smiled.

“Me” - “You.” Joe and you said at the same time and looked at each other, grinning. He lent in and kissed your lips quickly catching you off guard, it made your blush.

“I did, it came out really casual I think though?” He asked, looking at you and you nodded, “we were watching a movie around my house, cuddled up on the couch and he just kinda looked over and smiled, and he said, I love you.” You recalled.
“But! THIS ONE!” Joe put his hands on your shoulders and shook you slightly, “didn’t say it back!” He looked at the camera and made the saddest of faces. “To be fair, I did say it not long after.” You tried to point out.

“Four days later… I was terrified I overstepped and scared her off.” Joe fixed his hair. “Had be panicking for days on end…” He sighed dramatically.

“Question six;” you held the phone again, “Nicknames we have for each other?” You asked.

“I don’t think we really have any… I mean, babe, I usually call you babe,” Joe said, “but you call me babe a lot, too.” He thought. “Nah, don’t really have any, sometimes I call her (Y/nickname) but… So does everyone else…. Only thing I know is I’m good with whatever she calls me, unless it’s Joseph in a very scary tone – then, then I know I’m really in trouble.” He nodded to the camera.

“Question seven; when did we meet each others family?” You asked.

“Easy enough, I met your parents not long after we started dating, maybe a month or two, I went over for supper and I was nervous as anything – but her parents are really sweet, and it went exceptionally well.”

“Yeah, my parents really liked you… And, well I met your sister before I met you, we did some projects in the same art room together after school… Then, I met your dad on his birthday a while after we started dating and he’s hilarious.” You paused thinking, “but I didn’t meet your mom until early last year, but she’s really sweet.” You smiled. 

“She actually, bought me these earrings.” You pointed to them, they were just a simple pair of dangling earrings with a silver cloud shaped charm, since you loved clouds.

“And, last question; three things you love about the other person.” You read, looking up and nodding. “Interesting.” You laughed.

“You go first.” Joe put his hand under his chin, watching you, batting his eyelashes at you.
“Three things I love about you;” you smiled, “I love, how anytime you take on a new project or challenge, you’ll do whatever it takes to become successful, so your determination. And, the way you always find the joy and wonder out of the simplest of things. Hmm… And I guess, the thing I love the most about you, is that – you are you… No matter what, you’ve never tried to change yourself to fit in with anyone else’s way of thinking.” You nodded. “And also you’re pretty hot.” You beamed a bright smile.

“Aww… Babe.” Joe said, a bit emotional not expecting those kinds of answers from you. “Just being honest!” You sang in a higher pitched voice.
“I don’t think I can top that.” Joe admitted, looking at the camera then back to you. 

“Can I just say… What I love the most about you is you’ve always stuck by me, even when I know I’ve been a royal pain… Even when everyone else was tired of me, you were always right there – beside me, cheering me on.” He took your hands into his. “You never let me down.” He pulled you closer to him and kissed you, your fingers lacing together with his as you shared a kiss.

Coming apart you both smiled at each other.

“And that booty is fiiiineee!!” Joe said pulling you almost onto him and he slapped your behind.
“JOSEPH!” You exclaimed not expecting that to happen, and in fear you were going to end up on the floor.
Joe was laughing, moving his foot, he hit the corner of the books holding up the camera. “OH NO!” You both said together as the books fell and the camera took a short tumble down to the floor.

Which Joe took as a sign to end the video just like that…

Exchange Student -2- Jungkook

Originally posted by kookmint

Exchange Student - Jungkook

Parts; Masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 |

Pairing; Jungkook x reader

Genre; Fluff, Romance

Word count; 3.269

Synopsis; having an exchange student living in your house, shouldn’t be a problem unless this exchange student is Jungkook from BTS.

“What? No, I.”

“You don’t like what you see?”

“I’m not sure if I have to feel offended by this.” you were bright red by now you knew this for sure. This was really embarrassing and the second he put his hands on the buttons of his jeans, you literally ran away. What in the world was happening here? You had a feeling that he was sent here because of a girl because the way he was acting towards you, well it showed he knew exactly what he was doing. One thing was certain you had to ignore it because that was one of the conditions, You could not date an exchange student but if he was going to be like that, it was going to be hard.

You put dinner on the table and put Dylan in his chair, which was slightly higher than the other ones, you had to call Jungkook but was dreading this but as a host, you had to include him in everything. “Jungkook, dinner is ready.”

“I thought I smelled something delicious.” You smiled because the guy who was flirting had disappeared and in front of you was a guy full of aegyo, it was a completely different side and confusing as hell. “I made kimchi fried rice,” you told him shyly because it was probably not as good as it was in Korea but his eyes lit up when you mentioned kimchi. “Really, now I really need to taste it.” He took a seat next to Dylan who was still studying him. “What is your name?” Jungkook asked in English but you could tell he felt a bit unsure about it but Dylan smiled happily at him. “Dylan and I am four.” he showed the number on his hand and Jungkook chuckled. “Daebak, four years already.” You couldn’t help but smile at him for being so sweet with Dylan, who was definitely curious about the strange guy but he was just studying him. “Do you want something to drink with dinner?” you asked him in English and you appreciated it that he was listening intensely.

“I love some cola,” he said again in English. He was really trying and as you turned back around to take it, you heard him typing on his phone. “Jungkook, we, uh, we don’t use our phones during dinner.” you hated this part but it was a rule that your mother made, as you stopped talking, your mother didn’t like that and made the rule. “Ah really? Why?”

“Well uh, we like to discuss our day during dinner and you can’t do that whilst chatting with someone else.”

“I can though.”

“No you can’t and that’s okay but we just don’t want a phone at the dinner table.” You saw his expression change from nice to annoyed but he did put away the phone. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, really.”

“Is there a penalty for when you do use it.” you looked at the blue jar, which was on the countertop. “You have to pay five dollars, this doesn’t only counts for using your phone at the table, it’s also for swearing.” He looked at the jar and his mouth twitched in amusement. “Seems like you swear a lot.” He wasn’t wrong though because you did swear a lot and it was mostly your money but he didn’t need to know that. “It’s not only my money.” you tried to lie but you forgot one important factor.

“Yes, it is,” Dylan said in a bright voice as if he was proud that he outed you. “Yah Dylan.” Jungkook chuckled at this and ruffled Dylan’s hair. “Is there also a penalty for lying?” he said this in Korean and you had to listen carefully to understand it and the second he saw your face, he put a hand in front of his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh it’s okay really, I can understand you, I just have to listen, when you speak in Korean.” you smiled at him as you put his plate in front of him. You also grabbed a can with cola and put it next to his plate. Dylan had also fried rice only not spicy because you really didn’t want him to get an upset stomach. You sat down and even without looking up, you could feel him stare at you, it wasn’t really uncomfortable but it was just a bit intense because you were a fan of him, which reminded you suddenly of something, your room was covered in posters and since yesterday you had added some BTS posters, these you stole from Sophie. “Ah shit.” you jumped up and Dylan started to clap in his hands even Jungkook looked up surprised with a smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s pretend you didn’t hear that.”

“Ah that I can’t do.” he chuckled and high fived Dylan as you got up and pulled out your wallet. “Whatever.” you put the five dollars in the jar and sat back down and put the food in your mouth. “So why did you curse?” he spoke slowly in Korean and you just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.” he cocked his head slightly as he studied you but you waved him away. “Just eat Jungkook.” he nodded and slowly put the food into his mouth and at a certain point, you stopped eating to see him eat because well somehow he was hot during dinner as well. “So when is your mother coming home?”

“I don’t really know, she can come home tonight or tomorrow morning.” you collected the plates and started to do the dishes, of course, you could use the dishwasher but this was better and it calmed your heart down. “I have to make a call, is that okay?” he was still sitting at the table and he patiently waited for you to answer. “Of course, after dinner, you’re free to use your phone.” you turned your back to him and finished the dishes, you even dried them, which your mother would usually do but as she wasn’t home, it was best if you did them. Jungkook left the table and the room and you lifted Dylan out of his chair. “Let’s take a bath.” you carried him upstairs and put him in the bathroom. You filled the tub and put him in. “I like him, is he your boyfriend?” you looked up surprised because first of all where did he learn that? And did it look like that.” you were already thinking about him way too much and the thought of him as a boyfriend.

“He is not my boyfriend, he just lives here for six months,” you explained but Dylan shook his head. “No he really looks like your boyfriend.” you chuckled and started to rinse the shampoo out of his hair. “Stop being ridiculous, how can someone like him be my boyfriend.” you weren’t believing your ears since when were you asking a four-year-old about this kind of stuff. You shook your head and lifted him out of the bath and as you helped him into his pajamas a small knock came from outside the door. “Come in.” you weren’t surprised to see Jungkook hesitantly waiting. “It’s okay, he is almost done.” you were just rubbing lotion on his skin as Jungkook sat down on the ground, whilst watching you. “Is he your only brother?” You nodded as you started on brushing his teeth. “He is a lot younger though.”

“I know, he is my half brother actually.”

“Really, did your mother remarry or?” You shook your head., not sure if you should tell him but then again, he will probably hear it at school. “She didn’t remarry, it just happened by accident.”

“Ah I understand.” he smiled at you, he was probably trying to be reassuring but it just made your heart flutter. You were just being a fangirl and it had to stop, you just discovered them yesterday, how in world did you end up feeling all hot and bothered in just one damn day. “He is cute though.”

“That he is.” you almost added that he was also cute but you could keep it in just in time and as you carried the half sleeping Dylan to his room Jungkook kept following. “So who did you call earlier?” you didn’t want to be nosy but you just had to know everything. It was a disease, at least your friends told you that, you just found it funny. “Ah, I called Namjoon hyung.”

“Namjoon?” he looked up surprised at your tone. “Wait you don’t know who Namjoon is?” you felt stupid but you really didn’t know. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you said you were a fan?”

“I am but you really have to give me a break. I just discovered you guys yesterday.” you felt embarrassed because Namjoon must be a member of BTS but again how could you know that. “It’s rap monster, our leader.” that rung a bell. “Is he the one with short green hair in the Fire mv?” he nodded and you felt a bit better for at least knowing that. “Is he the leader?”

“Yeah, he is really great.”

“Oh I believe that but I didn’t think he was the leader.”


“The guy who jumped over the fence, what’s his name again. Uhm Suga, right?” he nodded and waited for you to continue, “I thought he was the leader, I don’t know he just looks like a leader.” you shrugged but when Jungkook started to chuckle you knew you were really far off and he probably thought it was ridiculous. “Yoongi Hyung is definitely not a leader. If he was then all we would do is sleep and sit in the studio.”

“Is he that lazy?”

“No Yoongi Hyung works really hard but he loves to do absolutely nothing in his free time.” It was fun to hear him talk about his members. You could tell he looked up to them and it made you curious to their off screen chemistry. You already knew what your homework was going to be tonight and that was searching BTS on youtube. You tucked in Dylan and grabbed a book. “Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?” he nodded sleepily but he never went to sleep before the entire story was finished. This was the old story book of your grandmother and your mother read to you when you were little and now you were doing the same. You didn’t expect Jungkook to stay in the room but he did and as you were reading Dylan suddenly pointed at him, which made you look up from the story and there was Jungkook leaning against the wall whilst he had fallen asleep. He was really cute as his mouth was slightly open but you were happy he felt comfortable enough to just fall asleep. You quickly finished the story and as Dylan closed his eyes after you hugged him, you had to wake Jungkook up.

“Jungkook?” you shook him gently and as he mumbled some incoherent words in Korean, you tried again. It was really too cute and your heart was melting fast for him but you knew there was no way you could actually fall for him, not while he was in this house but after seeing so many sides to him, it was going to be a hard couple of months. You were startled when his phone suddenly went off and when it said Jin Hyung you knew it was one of his members and without shame you picked up. You did this in Korean because you didn’t want to scare him.  “This is Jungkook’s phone but you’re speaking with Y/N.”

“Oh, why are you picking up?”

“He fell asleep in my little brother’s room.”

“Oh, you have to wake him up.”

“I’m trying but he doesn’t want to wake up.”

“Alright put the phone against his ear.” Jin didn’t even sound confused when you told him it wasn’t Jungkook and the way he immediately assessed the situation even through a phone, it made you want to be friends with all of them.

“YAH KOOKIE, WAKE UP!” he literally yelled through the phone, giving you a mere heart attack but it was effective because Jungkook jumped up completely awake, to say he was confused for a few seconds was an understatement but when he spotted you, a shy smile appeared on his face. “I thought I heard Jin Hyung.” you nodded and showed him his phone. “He called and I picked up because you were asleep.” he really didn’t like it as he narrowed his eyes and literally took the phone from your hand.

“Don’t touch my phone.” he sounded pissed and that surprised you a bit and it made you curious because this meant he had something on his phone, he didn’t want anyone to know about. “I’m sorry.” you held up your hands just in case. “It’s fine.” he looked over your head and saw your little brother fast asleep. “I will go to my room,” he spoke in clear English, which probably meant he was angry because for the majority of the day he had spoken Korean. “Whatever.” you walked to your own room and started up your computer because you really had to know more about these guys and as you were scrolling through MV’s and other things on Youtube, you were surprised to see a shy Jungkook because this Jungkook wasn’t shy at all. This Jungkook was rude, sweet and sexy and that was just something you discovered in one day. It did confirm your suspicions about the fact that he had been sent here because of something he had done in Korea, there was no other way. You leaned back and thought about this day when your door suddenly opened, this startled you and at that point, it was too late to sit up straight and with a loud thud you ended on the floor. “Shit!” was all that came out of your mouth and as you turned your head towards the door, you saw a surprised Jungkook, the surprise made way for amusement as he started to chuckle. “Are you okay?” he asked through his laughter and you just let your head fall back again. He reached out his hand and when you grabbed his hand he pulled you up. He just used too much strength which made you bump against his body. You could feel his muscles as you grabbed onto him to steady yourself and your mouth suddenly turned dry.

“I’m fine.” you took a few steps back but you knew he had noticed your attraction to him and when you locked eyes, you could tell he didn’t mind it at all. “What were you doing?”

“I was.” You stopped talking when you saw him looking around in your room. He smiled when he saw posters of his group but his eyes fell on your computer screen and as you had been searching them, this was going to be embarrassing. “What is this?” he pushed you aside as you tried to hide it and sat down. He pressed play and of course, it was a video just made to show how sexy they were. He didn’t say a thing whilst he was looking at the video and you had to admit that it only made you more nervous. When the video was over he smiled and got up, he just walked out of the room in complete silence. You were wondering why he was like that, he could’ve said something right but he just left. You did click away youtube and as you let yourself fall on your bed you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed again, which was getting annoying by now as you had been like this, from the moment you spotted him at the airport, you had to snap out of it and when you heard the front door open, you were thanking the lords for sending your mother home. You jumped off the bed and ran downstairs. “Thank god.”

“Did you miss me that much?” she teased as he gave you a hug. “No, well, of course, I missed you but I can finally relax now.”


“Jungkook is here and to say he is exactly my type is an understatement.”

“He is?”

“Yes mom, I don’t think I can do this for six months.” she started to laugh as she made her way around in the kitchen “It’s too late now sweetheart.” she touched your arm when you heard Jungkook clear his throat. You mother’s attention went immediately to the handsome guy in the door opening and when you saw her smile, you knew that she was already planning your wedding. Jungkook came in and bowed, whilst introducing himself. To your surprise, your mother did exactly the same and she didn’t even hesitate when she changed into Korean. “I’m so sorry for not picking you up.”

“Ah that’s okay, Y/n told me you had to work.” he smiled politely at her and you could see that he really did respect your mother, which was a good thing. “How was your flight?”

“It was really long, I was happy to be on the ground again.”

“I understand and did my daughter showed you around?:” You felt slightly offended as if you couldn’t be a good host. “She did, she even cooked dinner.” he smiled at you but whenever he looked at you, his eyes got darker and you knew he was planning something and you’d better prepare.

“She did? Was it good?” she actually sounded worried as if you couldn’t cook and Jungkook quickly saw what she was doing and he chuckled. “It’s was good, don’t worry she didn’t poison me.” That was it, you were so done with this. “Mom, I put a folder with contracts on the table, you have to call his manager to take care of stuff. If you’ll excuse me.” you bowed mockingly and walked out, you even slammed your door shut. You didn’t wait and quickly took a shower because a shower always calmed you down. The second you came out you felt better, you put on some shorts and a sweater, you walked out of the bathroom, not thinking and as you looked on your phone you collided with Jungkook. “I’m sorry.” you opened your eyes but closed them again when you saw abs. This was not happening, how could this happen in just one day?  You heard him chuckle and you immediately wondered why fans said he was afraid of girls.

“Why don’t you open your eyes?”

“I uh, don’t want to.”

“You know you want to.”

“No really, it’s… “ You completely lost your train of thoughts when he grabbed your hand and put it on his abs. “Open your eyes.” you shook violently your head and as you stretched out your hand to push him away he thought you wanted to feel more and he actually moved your hand up to his chest and it really felt like your hand was on fire and that’s when you broke and opened your eyes, you locked eyes with his eyes and as he smirked you couldn’t help but move your eyes to his lips but he apparently had reached his goal and as he walked back, he stopped by his room and opened the door, you couldn’t look away, you just couldn’t and before he disappeared through the door he chuckled mischievously.

“wasn’t this better than youtube?” and with that, he closed the door.

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Good Morning Baltimore

Hamwriters’ Write-a-thon: Worldwide Day (4)

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 1099

Trigger Warnings: None

A/N: This is a fic based on where I’m from, Baltimore, Maryland. (Yes, the title is a Hairspray reference.) I was so excited to right this because whenever my city is in the news, it’s never for anything good, but it’s not all that bad here. We have bad places inside the city, just like everyone else, but I wanted to bring to light the good places. I hope you enjoy this!

Originally posted by patgavin

“C’mon Lin! Get excited!”

“I’ve been driving for three hours straight, Y/N; this is as excited as I’m gonna be.”

“I told you to switch with me.”

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 Based on this post/prompt

Darcy/Bucky, Soulmate AU

Word Count: 1855

(I know Darcy is American, but I just can’t bring myself to refer to Philosopher’s Stone as Sorcerer’s Stone so assume her copy of the book came from England or something, if you need an excuse for that).

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touch me (m) | park jimin

summary: a dance-off turns into something with more.. skin

pairing: k.a.r.d.member!reader, reg.!jimin

request:  I’m waiting on the jimin request I sent you about jimin falling for you and you’re an upcoming artist 😍

rated: m

a/n: im starting off 2017 by reintroducing smut to my blog… i realize sex is a beautiful thing, not to be afraid of, and that the chances of any of us having it with these amazing men is slim to none. in no way is this meant to represent park jimin or what he would do as an actual person, but instead is meant to represent an intimate part of him we will probably never get the chance to see lmao. also based off K.A.R.D.

Debut was months ago, but you still got nervous every time you saw how many people were in the audience. 

Stood in a room empty, save for your group members, you hung out by the bar towards the back of the room, nodding your head along to the low bass rumbling from the speakers- courtesy of Jiwoo’s aux cord and Pandora station. Sipping on some odd mixture of Mountain Dew and vodka, you glanced back at the mirror you leant against, making sure you hadn’t messed up the lipstick you were meant to wear for your performance later. It was dark red, as was the whole concept for your debut. Your group, newly debuted from BigHit Entertainment as a mixed-gender, was nervous yet excited for their fourth stage this week. You had a solo, as expected being the leader, and your status as the lead dancer had you running through your moves in your head. 

The door to your closed off section jingled and your eyes shot towards the entrance. It slammed back against the wall and seven sweaty boys jogged into the room, cheering and slapping one another on the backs in congratulations. 

Bangtan Sonyeondan. They were your senior group but you’d grown up with them, being a trainee in BigHit for a little over seven years. Their maknae was a year younger than you and their eldest was only three, and the similar ages made for lots of teasing, jokes, and laughs. They were like the brothers you never had- of course, not including your actual group members, Taehyung and Matthew. 

Their faces were pink and their gasps filled the room quickly. You eyed them all and their fancy clothing- all cuffs and puffy shoulders and lace vests. You smiled, admiring how good they all looked until you came to- 

fuck, he was already looking at you. 

Park Jimin was the one you’d gotten close to over trainee years. He was the first one who welcomed you to BigHit when he was a trainee himself and even through his debut, his trip to America, and his maturing in dance in music he’d stayed as your friend and, sadly, like a brother. His hair had been dyed blonde as their concept for a comeback and you’d be lying if you said the blue contacts he wore weren’t attractive. Everything about him was attractive, though, if you were honest. His jaw was sharp and his nose was irritatingly perfect, along with pursed pink lips glistening with the stylist’s personal gloss, tan yet somehow light (it was the make up, you were sure) flawless skin and ugh

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaimed excitedly at the sight of the five of you. He rushed forward to greet everyone, along with a shining Hobi and a proud Namjoon. You watched him hop around until he got to you, arms extended. “I’m so excited to see your stage!” 

“Us too,” you laughed, trying to hide your nerves behind a red solo cup. Across the room perched next to Min Yoongi, Jimin eyed your drink with one lifted brow, lips pursed perfectly and curiosity sparkling in those irises of his. 

“Don’t be nervous,” Hoseok clapped a hand down on your bare shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. You’d taken off your overshirt upon realizing you’d be waiting awhile for your stage, leaving you in a tight thermal tank top tucked into your army jeans and boots. Jimin secretly admired the way it clung to your curves, smiling softly behind his hand. 

“I’m not,” you admonished with a shaky laugh. Eyes wide at your own words, you took another long sip and hissed when the vodka burned through your nostrils. 

Hoseok stumbled backwards into Jimin and draped his arm over his shoulder. Amused, Jimin looked down at him. “I know what we can do to make everyone loosen up.” You raised your eyebrows, urging him to continue. Hoseok held his hands out like he’d just discovered something monumental, eyes narrowed and mischievous. Behind him, Jungkook was rubbing his hands together deviously. 

“Dance off.” 

You snorted behind your cup. You’d been dancing since you were four years old, taking formal ballet classes up until you discovered trap and hiphop-style dances. Swept away into the world of underground dance at the age of thirteen, Hoseok had been just introduced as a trainee, and everyone knew his name where you danced. Now you were twenty, living in Seoul with your group members in an apartment off Flower Street, dancing and earning money for it. 

You were lying if you said dancing didn’t loosen your nerves. 

“Come on,” Hoseok clapped his hands together and jumped excitedly. By the door, Kim Seokjin laughed and made his way for the bar next to you. He flashed you a wink and poured himself a drink. 

On the couch, your group member Taehyung (for the sake of confusion, you’ll just refer to him as Seph), jumped to his feet. “_____-ah against Jimin-ie. It’ll be hilarious. Street dancer against contemporary.” 

“Ahh,” you shook your head grinning, “I don’t wanna embarrass him.” 

You’d seen Jimin dance street. He was good. No, scratch that- he was better than good. He could’ve battled, even- he danced next to Hoseok flawlessly, and that was saying something. 

Across towards the door, Jimin raised his eyebrows and placed one hand over his heart, “Jagiya, I could destroy you.” 

I wish, you thought to yourself lamely. 

Babe,” you recalled your English-speaking years from your original country, being North America in New York, “don’t flatter yourself.” 

Your nickname for Jimin had all the English-speakers in the room jumping to their feet, hollering and screaming at the both of you. You noticed immediately that Jiwoo had changed the song on the speakers and turned it up, letting the low bass of August Alsina to shake the floor. At this point everyone was yelling at the two of you, calling out one another. 

Jimin held your gaze tightly. His eyes were darker now (was that possible with his contacts?), half-mooned and lips shining in a tiny, teasing smirk. His slender, skinny fingers traveled up to the buttons of his gold-and-black lace vest, undoing each one from his throat until he was removing them from his unfairly-tight jeans. He wore a white tank top underneath as an undershirt, kept in place by his expensive belt. Running a hand through his blonde locks, Jimin stepped forwards, “Well, come on then, princess.” 

Matthew hooted at you from the couch and stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, urging you to go. 

You didn’t want to start- you wanted to see what Jimin was going to bring to the table. Chugging back the rest of your vodka and Mountain Dew, you beckoned him to go first, watching as Seph and Jungkook yanked the coffee table back for more space. 

Jimin’s eyes never moved from yours. He slid to the middle of the room, breaking character just to laugh when Taehyung shut the lights off and began the strobes kept for performances. Silver and purple flashed on the dancer, enunciating every hard muscle exposed through his tank top- yeah, sure he wasn’t going to have a six pack again, like you believed that for a second. 

His legs moved forwards, jerking before they smoothed out into fluid, calculated moves. You tried not to ogle as he slid across the floor, grinding his hips onto the rug (much to Jungkook’s amusement) and smiling sloppily up at you. You swallowed, a vein in your neck throbbing awkwardly at the sight. 

Jimin slid on his knees towards you and stopped, staring up at you with a bead of sweat dripping down his front pec and under his tank top. His eyes were hooded but held amusement and… something else, you couldn’t be sure of. A pink, wet tongue came out to lick his bottom lip and he shook his hair out of his face, mouthing the words your turn

The better half of you, the half that danced and was sexy for this concept and knew what to do to look good, took over the one that was nervous and awkward at the sight of him like that. You set down your empty cup and swept your hair backwards, smirking down at him while licking your lips. Matthew yelled at you and cheered, along with Jiwoo and Somi, who clapped eagerly. 

Stepping forwards, you jerked your leg to the side and followed it, transitioning into more fluid movements before falling backwards and catching yourself on one hand, grinding your hips up into the air. The sounds of your friends screaming for you drowned out against the smooth chords of the song. You could anticipate the next beats and you followed them, experimenting and deciding whether you would drag or rush. At one point you caught Jimin’s eye, holding his gaze as you stuck one leg out and swung your hips back and forth, running your hands through your hair and holding the strands up so they could fall messily back onto your face. 

Jimin’s lips parted, lust written across his face though you couldn’t be sure. He spun across the room towards you and stopped just at your feet, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You sucked in a breath at the proximity, watching with wide, shocked eyes. For a moment you thought he might kiss you but the thought disappeared when he swiveled backwards, feet moving and sweeping across the floor. You stared in awe at every muscle, every jerky and every graceful movement Jimin committed before you. 

Every group member in the room was yelling now, all on their feet and calling at either you or Jimin, urging one or the other to fight back. Your muscles were loose now, whether it was from dancing or vodka you weren’t sure, but you rushed forwards and cut the blonde off from his next move, whipping your hair around so that it could fall into your face. Smirking to yourself, you fell backwards onto one hand and ground your hips up into the air- the move everyone deemed American and the one move you loved to break out. With a sloppy grin on your face you spun around and stuck your ass out, crawling towards Jimin, who was leaning up against the couch, his face glistening with sweat and eyes darker than you remember. 

The door to the room flew open and a woman with a clipboard and glasses hurried in, “K.A.R.D., you’re on in ten. Get backstage.” She eyed you curiously, on the floor and already sweating before your performance. “You should probably see makeup before you go on.” 

You laughed to yourself and hid your face in your hands, suddenly embarrassed at what you’d just done. The music ended and you hopped to your feet, absently wiping at the perspiration on your forehead and hurrying to grab your jacket. The Bangtan boys fell onto the empty spaces you left for them, though Jimin stood by the door, arms folded and rippling as you hurried to makeup. The last one out, no one noticed when he caught you by your bicep and held you in place. 

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, frozen. You stared at Jimin in confusion, your chest tight when he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “We’re not finished.” 

Heart pounding, you scurried out of the room, trying desperately not to pass out as you went. 

Jimin took the red cup from Jin and propped himself up on the arm of couch, watching the television screen as the letters “K.A.R.D.” flashed across the bottom. He sipped from the soda Taehyung had thankfully poured him, free of alcohol or anything of the sort, eagerly waiting for the lights to flash on. 

The beat was fairly American, a sort of trap-dance tune that reminded Jimin of the style their own group was going for. He wasn’t sure if everyone else was nailing their choreography or lines, though, because his eyes were glued to you. 

You looked outrageously gorgeous in the outfit, even if it was simple, and the way you danced was so fluid and personalized that he found his lips parting unconsciously. By the time it was your turn to sing, Jimin was on the edge of his seat, watching as you slipped between notes and rapping. His nails dug into the thick denim of his jeans when you turned to roll your hips against Matthew, and he reminded himself to never watch the choreography video. 

The camera zoomed into you and you smiled lazily to yourself, face glistening with sweat and you eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He wondered if you got off on dancing like he did, if you fell completely in love with whatever you were doing so much so that it turned you on. 

“She’s so good,” Jungkook fell into the seat behind him and rested his arm on Jimin’s thigh. “You know she’s close to my age?” 

Jimin narrowed his eyes and leaned back to hit Jungkook behind the head, “Don’t get any ideas.” 

“We killed it!” 

Matthew jogged up next to you, dropping one sweaty arm over your shoulder and pulling you tightly against him. You smiled, high off each other’s excitement and pride, walking alongside his stumbling feet.You knew you’d have to wait a bit before you were allowed to leave so you followed your group back to the waiting room-

“Hey,” popping out of one of the hallways was the one person you’d been thinking about. Jimin appeared, lips curled into a tight, obviously forced smile. He glanced between Matthew and yourself, one eyebrow raised in your direction. “Can I borrow ____-ah for a moment? I wanted to talk to her about the point dance.” 

Matthew glanced down at you curiously, before glancing back up at Jimin. You swallowed and nodded your head understandingly. “I’ll be back soon,” you reassured you group, who’d all stopped now to watch the interaction suspiciously. Squeezing Matthew’s arm reassuringly, you stepped closer to Jimin, arms folded over your chest. 

He watched until everyone had filed into the room before his fingers closed around your wrist. In one fluid, powerful movement Jimin had pulled you into an empty dressing room, one you didn’t even know existed. You stumbled in, eyes wide and a gasp sucking in through your lips. Jimin hurried to lock the door. When he turned around, he wasn’t the sunshine small boy you saw in interviews or on shows, but someone you only saw when he danced- someone  with dark eyes, and less than good intentions. 

Jimin’s tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip, “You.” 

You gulped. He moved towards you and you stepped backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. The cushions jumped underneath your weight and your eyes bulged, watching in shock as Jimin moved towards you. His legs were slow, eyes narrowed, like a lion stalking a gazelle. You scooted backwards on the couch, chest heaving, “M-Me?” 

A tiny smirk quirked on the edges of his lips. Jimin placed his knee on the arm of the couch, slowly moving until he was crawling over your body, rigid and frozen beneath him. You could smell his cologne now- strong but fruity, and you had half a mind to thank the stylists later. 

“J-Jimin, what’re you doing?” You whispered shakily. Jimin lowered his head until his mouth was by your ear, softly brushing against the sensitive skin there. 

“Can I?” His breath was hot and wet, his cheek softly leaning against your own. Your voice was lost somewhere in your throat, gone from shock and surprise. You could only nod your head pathetically. In one sharp movement Jimin was hovering above you again, his colored eyes glaring down into your skull, but there was something warm behind them- something he’d been looking at you a lot with. “I need to hear it.” 

The ball in your throat bobbed nervously, “Yes.” 

There was no time in between your words and his mouth attaching itself to yours. Your eyes were wide and round, pupils gone to pinpoints, staring at the top of Jimin’s blonde head. A fire coiled in the lowest pit of your stomach at the softness of his lips and you had always imagined it would feel this way- soft, cushiony, and wet against your own. Your fingers moved up to his shoulders, gripping his skin tightly. “Jesus,” Jimin whispered against your mouth, “you taste so fucking good.” 

The alcohol was gone from your system, you knew that, and you knew it was okay to kiss him without feeling terrible. The sweat perspiring on your skin must’ve tasted sour but Jimin licked at it nonetheless, softly moaning in the deep pit of his throat, the deepest it had ever sounded. He sucked on the thin skin, his warm tongue sliding over whatever it could reach. Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, your breaths suddenly short, bursting in the air. 

“Jimin…” gripping his shoulders tightly, he leaned back so that he could look down at you, eyes half-lidded and lips swelling quickly. You were sure by now you’d soaked through your underwear but you hoped he couldn’t tell, couldn’t feel it when he flipped the two of you over so that you were straddling him. But by the way his eyes rolled back in his skull, you figured he had. 

His cock strained between your legs. The denim-on-denim was rough and you wished you could’ve ripped his jeans off right there, but the better part of you knew not to, so you opted to kiss him, sucking and licking on all the places he’d done to you. 

Your thoughts, for the moment, had subsided. While you were still in disbelief that this was happening- to you, of all people- you allowed yourself to become lost in the way he felt underneath you, writhing and whispering your name against your lips and God, was this really happening

Jimin’s hands came to rest on your hips, tugging frustratedly at the band of your pants. “Can I…” he whispered against your chin. His breaths were heavy on your skin, his eyelashes fluttering softly against your cheek. You glanced down at the sight of him- flushed with want, that ridiculously handsome face of his glistening with beads of sweet. You’d be clinically insane if you were to say no. 

Your tiny word of approval was enough for him. Suddenly you were being thrown back against the couch, the back of your head lying comfortably on the arm rest. Jimin crawled down so that he was eye-level with your abdomen. He eagerly began to undo the buttons, pulling down the zipper so fast you worried it would break. You lifted your hips to help him tug the jeans down your legs. He chewed on his bottom lip as you wriggled out of them, pulling your shoes off after. 

Jimin hesitated. Your heart stopped when you realized something- you weren’t wearing underwear. Fuck, how had you forgotten? Even your stylist emphasized not wearing any, as it would bunch up in your jeans and make a visible line during the performance- not even a thong was an option, Junwoo had enunciated. 

His eyes narrowed at the sight of you, legs spread open before him and your pupils blown, staring down at you. Your pussy was just as perfect as he imagined it would be, glistening with your wetness, practically throbbing for his touch. One hand gripped your thigh tightly, pushing it farther away from the other. Jimin let out a long, slow breath, “I can fucking smell you.” 

His soft lips found the skin of your knee, slowly kissing their way up your thighs, until they were close enough that you couldn’t breathe, that you could feel his hair brushing your inner leg. Your stomach tightened with knots, tensed up before him. You could feel his short breaths panting onto your lips. Suddenly he was gripping the edges of your tank top and ripping the fabric in half, a smirk on his lips when he saw the soft red shade of your bra, pushing your breasts up a considerable amount. 

“Mine,” he whispered against your leg, cheek resting comfortably on your inner thigh, “you’re mine.” 

Before you could even possibly think up a response, that ridiculously warm pink tongue of his was darting from his lips, licking one long stripe up your folds. Your breath caught in your throat and everything froze for a moment, stilling at the unbelievable sensation. You could feel his smile against your thigh, though it disappeared when he leaned forwards, hiding his face between your legs. You gasped and grabbed onto his blonde strands, jerking your hips up uncontrollably. 

“So sweet,” Jimin mouthed against you. His tongue gave long strokes of kitten licks over your wet folds, dancing across your labia and teasing your clit. You pulled on his hair when he found your hole, grazing over the entrance, before he moved back up to suck on you. Pathetic whimpers escaped your parted lips, your eyes wide and staring down at the sight before you. 

You weren’t sure how long he went for, but it felt like eternity. You gripped his hair so much you worried it would rip out but he didn’t complain. Low growls rumbled in his throat, humming against your open legs in a manner that couldn’t even be described as ‘sexy’. Jimin was something else- was he even human? You weren’t sure. Especially with how undeniably gorgeous he looked at that moment. 

You stopped breathing when his finger crawled up your thigh, teasing your entrance. Jimin looked up at you with dilated eyes, his mouth and chin glistening in the fluorescents with your juices. A smirk quirked at the edge of his lips as he slipped one finger inside you- an easy feat, considering how wet you were. A long, drawn-out moan vibrated in the air- you weren’t sure if it was you or him, but God, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care anymore. 

“Fuck,” Jimin curled his finger inside you, “fuck, you’re so wet.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, “Jimin… please..” 

He glanced up at you, one finger lost between your legs, “Please what, baby girl?” 

The petname pulled at something warmer inside you- the part of you that admired the way Jimin smiled and not at the way he moaned against your thighs. Your chest expanded with something foreign but you couldn’t focus on that- not with the way he was looking at you. 

“I can’t-” you stared down at him, your chest heaving, “if you keep going..” 

Your hole was pushed apart by another finger of his, the one with the thick band- the sight of it almost made you scream, as you’d always admired how his hands looked with the amount of rings he bore. “What is it, sweetheart?” 

“Jimin,” you pulled on a strand of his hair and narrowed your eyes, “i-if you keep going… I mean- I.. I want to cum with you…” 

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat, anticipating what you were to say next. He pushed his two fingers deeper inside you, curling them and rubbing them along your walls. “Say it.” 

“With you in me,” you finally exhaled. You stopped, waiting to see what his reaction would be. The dark color of his eyes was visible through the ring left by his colored contacts, burning through your bones and setting your skin ablaze. In less than a registered second he was crawling up your body, hastily ripping off his shirt and discarding it somewhere along with your torn one. You helped him undo the buckle of his jeans but you got caught in the odd, fashionable way they’d been done. “Fuck, these stupid fucking stylists and their-” 

Jimin chuckled down at you and quickly undid it himself, “You’re so precious.” His words were soft and meant for himself, but you caught them being muttered quietly. Your heart bloomed with more than lust for him, though you pushed it down, mentally reminded yourself this was probably just sex and he most likely didn’t feel the same way you felt about him. 

By the time he’d finally managed to get his jeans off, you were in awe. His length stood proudly against his abdomen, which rippled with taut muscles that you wished he wouldn’t work so hard for- he was gorgeous either way. 

He was… wow. You weren’t expecting him to be large, just because he was small and adorable and not what you were witnessing before you. Veins throbbed along the side of his cock, his head soft and pink and glistening with pre-cum. Was it even possible for everything about him, even his dick, to be perfect and beautiful? 

“If you keep staring at me like that, princess,” Jimin warned as he pressed on hand on your cheek, “I won’t be able to stop myself.” 

Bravery burst through your lips, “Don’t.” 

Smiling down at you, Jimin’s fingers, slick with your wetness, moved up to your lips, rubbing the whitish substance over your mouth. You stared up at him in disbelief, confused as to what he was doing, before he moved down to press his lips on yours, licking across what he’d just put on you. The fire between your legs erupted and you sat up to push him back onto the couch. He bounced back on the cushions, gazing up at you in a mixture of confusion and lust. Slowly, you crawled over him, positioning yourself so that your pussy was rubbing along his shaft. You held his hungry glare as you undid the clasp of your bra. It fell off your shoulders, exposing your breasts to his predatory gaze. 

Jimin sat up quickly and pulled you down onto him. He attached his mouth to your breast and nibbled on your nipple, licking at whatever skin he could find. You held the back of his head in a gasp, grinding your wet folds down onto him. 

He slowed and gripped your hips tightly. His fingers dug into your skin and Jimin looked up at you through hooded eyes, silently begging your permission. You chewed down on your lip and nodded your head, whispering the word “yes”. 

Your world slowed as his head slid up and down your folds, gathering enough of your wetness so that could press himself against your entrance. You held onto his shoulders, staring down at him as you slowly sank onto his cock. 

You’d had sex before, sure enough. You’d had sex in the back of cars, trying to hide from the paparazzi, but it was all to get over those puppy dog eyes Jimin would give you during rehearsal and training and practicing, to fuck away the memory of how much you were attracted to him. But, now you were here, sitting on his dick with his hands holding your waist, low growls emitting from the deep pit of his throat- and it was all for you. 

The two of you recovered the fluidity of your movements just an hour before. You recalled the way he swept across the floor and how you ground your hips onto it, yet now they were on him, above him. “Fuck,” Jimin groaned beneath you as he jerked himself back up into you, “you’re so tight, what the fuck.” 

Pathetic whines broke through your pursed lips. You couldn’t find it in yourself to even form anything other than moans or cries of pleasure, and you hoped suddenly that Jiwoo had put her music back on and that no one could hear you fucking yourself onto Park Jimin in this empty waiting room. 

“I’m not gonna last long,” Jimin whimpered. His hands moved up to cup your bouncing breasts, holding them in place and kneading them while his cock pistoned in and out of you. You meant to reply with “me neither” but the words never found their way to his ears, lost in your moans and pleas for him to fuck you harder. 

His breaths got shorter, panting out into the room. By now you were sweating more than any dancing had ever gotten you, and your hands were in your hair, holding it back from your flushed face. Jimin held your hips tightly and sat up, pushing you back onto the couch again. He grabbed the back of your knee and hoisted it up and over his shoulder, positioning himself so that he could slide deeper into you. You held onto the fabric of the couch and his bicep, your eyes rolled back into your skull. 

Jagiya-” Jimin’s strained voice cut off and he let out one long, shaking groan. His hips stilled against your thighs and you gasped, unable to look at him. He stared down at you as his hot cum shot inside you, and he thrust his hips again, wanting to watch the way your breasts bounced at the force and how your face contorted with pleasure. Your cunt tightened around his cock, milking him better than he could’ve himself. 

Jimin collapsed on top of you and dropped his forehead onto the crook of your shoulder. “I don’t wanna pull out yet,” he confessed against your neck, his heavy breaths forming perspiration on your baby hairs. 

“Don’t,” you reached up to drive your fingers through his locks, pushing them back from his pink forehead. You smiled at the sight of him like this- fucked out and tired, laying on your body, exhausted and used. 

Minutes passed before he found it in himself to pull out. You sucked in a breath at the loss and gripped the couch tightly, eyes closed. 

“Shit,” Jimin froze, halfway out, “shit, did I hurt you?” 

You chewed on your lip and shook your head, “N-No.” 

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, “Did I hurt you, _____-ah?” 

You looked anywhere but him and swallowed thickly, “It’s just… I haven’t… in a long time and-” you glanced down at the floor and pursed your lips awkwardly, “sorry.” 

The last of his flaccid member fell out of you and you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t be sorry,” Jimin shook his head in disbelief and hurried to move off the couch. He rushed to somewhere in the room and your heart stilled. He was leaving. You knew it was too good to be true- that Park Jimin, of all people, would want to stay with you after fucking you. 

“Here,” he reappeared with a blanket and crawled in next to you, draping it over your exposed body and tucking it in by your arm. Your eyes widened in surprise when he pulled you closer into him, hugging you against his chest. 

“Jimin…” you whispered, dumbfounded, “what’re you doing?” 

He smiled sleepily down at you, nustling his sweaty head against yours, “We’re not going out there until we’ve rested. We can tell them we went and got ice cream, or something- but I’m not passing up an opportunity to be with you.” 

Your cheeks flooded with warmth and you looked away from him, staring at the interlocked frame of your nude bodies underneath the sheets. “O-Okay..” 

“Okay,” Jimin hugged you closer. “Let’s sleep then. Tomorrow we can go on a date.” 

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, and suddenly you were awake. “A-A date?” 

Jimin nodded his head and let out a sigh, “I wanna take you on a date. Is that okay?” 

That warmth returned to your chest, expanding through your body, to everywhere he touched you, everywhere he kissed you. “Y-Yeah… it’s more than okay.” 

Jimin beamed, though his eyes were tired and lidded. He reached up with a sigh and pulled out the contacts, discarding them on the coffee table. You looked up at him and smiled, admiring the new chocolate color his eyes were- the color you’d fallen for a long time ago. He glanced down at you, his chest tight, and leaned forwards to kiss your lips. 

“Let’s sleep.” 

A Fish Tale

by: mldrgrl
Rating: PG
Summary: Hank has a visitor as he prepares for the nuptials

It was times like these that Hank wished he’d still smoked.  He’d drummed his fingers on top of the desk in Karen’s office so much that he’d even annoyed himself and he had to stop.  The piece of paper in front of him was still blank after almost an hour of trying to fill it.

He thought it would be easy to write his vows.  Well, not his vows, per se, but whatever one would call that part of the ceremony where the bride and groom might want to say something about each other.  He had so many things he wanted to say, but they just wouldn’t come out.  Part of the problem might be that for one of the first times in his life, he held what he felt for Stella as something sacred and something private.  God knows when it came to the other women in his life, especially Karen, he was known to overshare.

Maybe the difference was how reserved Stella was to begin with.  He had coaxed her out of her shell through the years, but she had also taught him the benefits of privacy.  There were things that only the two of them knew, things that he didn’t even tell Karen about, and he was known to tell Karen everything, and that made him feel more bonded with her than anyone else.  Still, he felt compelled, and the empty piece of paper mocked him.

Desperate for a diversion, he searched Karen’s desk for something to toy with.  He found a neon green Bic lighter at the bottom of one of the drawers and his spirits brightened in the hopes he might find a loose cigarette to go with it.  No such luck.  Even the lighter was old and useless, barely giving off a few sparks when he tried to fire it up.  The impatience of it all sort of made him wish he’d invited Charlie after all.  Charlie could always come up with a distraction, though their influence on each other was the very reason he didn’t want his little folically challenged friend around today.

There was a knock on the frame of the open door behind him and Hank spun around in his chair to see Fish wearing a wide grin and a hideous red and white Hawaiian shirt.  The Trout was probably the last person in the house he wanted to see, but he still welcomed the distraction.

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Summary: Once you meet the person you’re destined to be with for life, and the more you interact with them, your soulmate’s favourite thing about you starts appearing somewhere on your body, as if you were, very slowly, getting a tattoo.

So, after getting reacquainted with Otabek and hearing his thoughts about Yuri’s eyes, it’s a bit of a surprise for him to see his own green orbs getting more and more defined on his chest as they continue to talk during their time in Barcelona.

Warnings: Language.

A/N: The name of this fic is actually the title of a The Used song :)

(I’m melting, I’m melting) In your eyes I lost my place, could stay a while. And I’m melting in your eyes like my first time that I caught fire. Just stay with me, lay with me now.

Yuri had had these… faint black lines on the left side of his chest for forever. He remembered asking his grandpa if he knew if they were some sort of birth mark, but his grandfather only ever told him that he would understand in due time.

And he did, when they finally covered soulmarks at school when he was around thirteen, which was the usual age at which people started getting them. They could apparently be anything that the other person loved about you, appearance or personality wise. It varied even between soulmates themselves, one getting a word and the other getting like a hand drawn neatly in black somewhere on their bodies.

Needless to say he was shocked to find out that these lines were the beginning of his soulmark. How long had he had them? How come he couldn’t remember when he got them?

He felt weird now that he knew what they actually were. He used to scrub them with a towel as he dried himself off after a shower with the littlest bit of care. Now, he barely touched them, afraid that they may fade. He had heard of that, too. There were records, however scarce, of people losing whatever shapeless mark they had on their bodies because they had met their soulmate but hadn’t interacted with them long enough to allow the mark to develop.

Who had he met as a kid and made such a significant impact on this person to bind them together for life? And where was this person now?

He spent hours sometimes trying to reminisce, trying to remember a face that might have stood out as he grew up, but no one ever came to mind.

So, he usually just shrugged and decided to go on with his life. Desperation would get him nowhere. If he was destined to be with this person, they would meet again. That was how it worked, right?

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And That’s All She Wrote- Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Requested by my Love, @cute-mirei 

I imagine the reader always wanted to be an author, but isn’t good enough. So she starts to write/learning how to write screenplay and after years she got to be one of the authors for a screenplay where Tom Hiddleston is the main actor. And the reader has a crush on him, of course ^^“ Yeah and they met a set and maybe she helps him learning his lines etc. Well I’d like you to make a cameo appearance. The last time I really liked that! :) Yeah and maybe … Tom is bad on purpose so he’s getting to see the reader more often XD

I hope i gave what you expected Jo! Enjoy~


As a kid growing up, writing had always been Y/n’s passion. When times got tough, she found her safe haven in pen and paper. Too bad she was never good at it, she adored the idea of being able to bring her imagination to life. But, of course to any writer, it’s easy to feel insecure about what you write. It’s easy to feel as if people will see it and go, ”Ugh. Another pile of cliché crap.
Thank God she had the support of her family, else she wouldn’t be here now. She has a lot to thank them for, if it wasn’t for the guiding hands of her parents, she’d probably be stuck in some underpaid job that she’s over qualified for. But her Dad once said, ” ‘Aim for the stars, do what you love. 'Cause in the end, it’ll all be worth it.’
So, when she was in high school, she made it her duty to top her English classes, she got into script writing. When she got out of highschool, she went to collage and worked hard to make her parents proud and make a name for herself. She got out with her bachelor’s degree and a shit ton of confidence. She was hired by Hollywood to write scrips for up coming movies, but it wasn’t just her there, there’s other people who were fine with competing against her for the spot. Basically, the director just gathered a few newbie screen writers and told them what to write on, and they’d pick the best from it. It has Y/n on the end of her nerves for the past five weeks.
And after all that, here she is, nervously biting her fingernails as she tapped her feet. They were getting their results today, she was called and she had been slowly counting down the hours.

"Oh would you calm down?” Danielle, who had become a very close friend of hers since she was hired by Hollywood says.
She was an actress, and a very good one at that. She had worked in the movie industry since she was nine, she had acted in really big movies, having minor rolls in the Harry Potter franchise, and then working with Marvel studios and BBC’s Doctor Who.
They were both in her apartment, a place where Y/n had spent most of her time. Danielle was doing her best to calm her nerves, seeing that every minute she’d check her email or pace around.

“What if they don’t like it?” Y/n wonders aloud, plopping down on the red couch behind her, sitting on the edge, rocking a bit out of nervous habit. “They would love it, they’d be crazy and stupid if they didn’t take yours. I swear, if I lose that bet to Ben, I’ll die.” Danielle mutters the last part, but Y/n catches it, turning her head so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash. “You and Ben made a bet on me?” she asks incredulously, her eyes widening as she stares at the mocha skinned girl.
Who just gives an apologetic smile, taking a sip from her smoothie. Y/n sighs, rubbing her temples, an old, familiar feeling of doubt settling in her stomach. The girl almost jumps out of her skin when her phone lets out a ping, her eyes trails down to her phone on the coffee table. “Well, go on. I’m right here with you Y/n,” Danielle smiles kindly, the hand she puts on Y/n’s shoulder was reassuring.

Deep breath now, Y/n.

The girl cautiously picks up the device, unlocking it, she sees the little G-mail notification at the top of her screen. She clicks on it, and was surprised to see that it was the director himself.
“Shit… Dani. It’s from Gabe.” Y/n says, and Danielle squeals, clapping her hands together, nudging her arm with her shoulder. “Go onn.”
With her heart pounding a mile a minute, she reads the email aloud for Danielle to hear as well.

'Hey, Y/n. Before I begin, I want to let you know that I am so impressed with your work. The first draft alone was just fantastic and exactly what I was looking for–’

“Well that’s good news,” Danielle mumbles, smiling like an idiot.

'I have to let you know that my screenwriters would get absolutely nowhere without you. So how about you come in on Saturday morning so I could introduce you to the crew?’

Oh.. my GOD! Holy Flaming fish sticks!

Through her shock of finding out that she actually got to where she wanted, Danielle scrambles for her phone. And she quickly calls her boyfriend, “Hey Ben. Yeah, you owe me fifty bucks.”

“The the rest of the cast would be there, I think you should meet them.” Danielle smirks knowingly at Y/n who sat across from her in the back seat of a cab. It was month into filming, and Gabe had called her in because he wanted to see her for something or another.
Y/n was nervous, only because the one celebrity she was crushing on is going to be there. Danielle told her when the auditions came around, that a certain British actor would be working with her as the main character and she knew the girl had a crush on her now co-star Tom Hiddleston.
When the girls got to the set; a large green field, it was more country side than anything. There was a barn far off to the right edge of the field, and a horse stable not far from it. White tents were set up already, the makeup area and the food tents.
People were moving around busily, clearly putting things into order. It was a fairly sunny day, so they were doing a few of the outdoor shoots today.
“I’m gonna go get changed and head off to make up, you find Greg yeah?” Danielle says, turning Y/n in the direction that Greg would likely be before strutting away. She found Greg standing under a tent where the technical equipment was set up under, he was very easy to find, since he was in a black tee with DIRECTOR splayed on the back. As Y/n made her way over, a few of the crew members acknowledging her as she passed them.
“Y/n, Love, c'mere,” Greg says once she sees her, waving her over. Greg, was a really big director, he was a very flamboyant man with red hair and eyes like the night sky. He more acted like a kid high on caffeine than an adult, which made him very fun and easy to work with.
She didn’t see the other person standing there with him though, who he was chatting comically with. Greg wraps an arm around her shoulders when she steps up next to him, “Tom here, wanted to say a few things to you,” he smiles, motioning to a very calm looking Tom Hiddleston.

Oh God.

Y/n completely freezes up, this man is her idol, and to actually be meeting him now…a few are that privileged. Danielle comes skipping over, pulling to a halt next to the stunned Y/n and Tom who was beginning to look a lot more awkward.
“So Tommy, I see you’ve met my partner in crime,” She smiles, she had changed out of her dark jeans and white tee for horse riding gear. A white long sleeved blouse and high waisted  brown pants accompanied with black riding boots.
Tom smiles at them, running a hand through his hair that was dyed blond for his character. “Ah, yes. I just wanted to say that your work with the script was just….beautiful–perfect. It was amazing.” Tom stutters to find the right word to use, so he just goes with the ones that pop to mind. He didn’t expect the girl to be so pretty, dressed in a simple dark blue sun dress with high top converse sneakers, her hair tossed up into a mess of a bun.
When he read the script, he immediately knew why Gabe took hers at first glance. It was absolutely perfect, the way she wrote her characters – Wow.
Danielle, noticing the girl hasn’t said a word back to Tom yet, she nudges her with an elbow.
“Oh–yes. Uh, thank you. It was my pleasure,” Y/n says professionally, taking his hand in hers when he puts it out for her to shake.
“Tom, you’re up,” Greg calls, standing near the barn, his hands cupped around his mouth. Tom looks back the girls, smiling again, his eyes lingering on Y/n. “We’ll catch up later yeah?”
When Tom jogs over to where Gabe was standing, Danielle whistles lowly. Her brown eyes glued to Tom’s backside, “Girl, you are so damn lucky. If a guy that hot was hitting on me, I’d die.”

“I’m telling,” Y/n quickly replies, and Danielle snorts a laugh, “You’re hitting on Ben’s best friend,”
Y/n smiles when Danielle playfully pushes her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows at her, “Scared I’ll take your man?”
With flushed cheeks, Y/n grumbles, “No. He’s not mine… Shut up.”


For the past three weeks, Y/n was  on set more often. She and Tom had gotten a lot closer, only of course with Danielle’s prompting and she and Greg playing matchmaker for the past week. The three of them had been up to nothing but trouble. Currently the Y/n was in the bathroom on the set site, trying to get a coffee stain out of her white blouse. Tom had spilled it on her when they were talking and Greg had accidentally bumped unto the man.
Which just flared up a stream of swears from Greg, a lifetime worth in apologies from Tom and Y/n telling them it was alright. When she goes back outside, Tom was sitting against the wall. A script book with all his lines highlighted in his hand. He gets up and they both walk back down the hall, it was lunch time, so they could do whatever.
“Hey love birds,” Danielle shouts, getting both Tom’s and Y/n’s attention. She was standing at the snacks table, munching on a pretzel. Tom shakes his head and chuckles while Y/n’s cheeks flush pink, Dani had make it her duty to call them that since the sock incident.
They were sock sliding this one time and Tom sort of fell on Y/n, but before he could get up, they got lost in each other’s eyes. And Danielle never let that ’chick flick’ moment go.
Tom’s eyes were still stuck in in the book when they walked over, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. In honesty, he was trying to distract himself, because he noticed that for the past few days he had been feeling something that was more than just friendship to the young screenwriter. But, he was afraid to say anything, he didn’t want their friendship to be ruined and she hate him forever.
Later that day, they were once again getting ready to do more outdoor shots, Danielle was busy with that, and Y/n took that time to go see the horses in the barn. She’s been in there a few times to just pet the animals, there were only three horses, a stallion with a sleek black coat, a mare whose coat is very deep shade of brown with white socks. And a young one which is only five months old that’s brown as well.
Y/n walks quietly into the barn, she was a bit startled to see Tom there, petting the stallion. “Hey,” She says, announcing her presence to the British man. He looks over his shoulder briefly, smiling at her, “Hey.”
“I guess we had the same idea,” Tom chuckles, nodding at her. She smiles, walking over to pet the horse’s neck.
As Tom watches her he feels his heart skip a beat, how could someone be so beautiful just doing nothing at all? He must admit, he’s never felt this way about anyone in such a long time, and it scares him. All his past relations ended badly one way or another, and then to put his heart out again…..
“Y/n?” Tom calls softly, watching as she took her e/c eyes off the stallion to look at him. “hmm?”
“There’s something I need to tell you. And, I may regret this in the long run…” Tom swallows uncomfortably, chuckling nervously. Y/n gives him a confused smiles, wondering why he was suddenly acting nervous.
“This may seem forward. But the past few weeks I’ve known you has been nothing short of amazing. You are beautiful in every aspect of the word, a-and you make me feel so happy, just being yourself. An–”
Tom’s words were cut short when Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I–I didn’t finish… ”
Y/n giggles, “Shut up,”
Tom wraps his arms around her waist, letting himself get lost in her embrace. She pulls away, smiling up at him, “I thought I would’ve said it first.” She laughs softly, she could just stand there forever and drown in the blue of his irises.
“C-can I kiss you?” Tom asks, his voice barely a whisper. Y/n smiles, “I’d like that,”
The kiss was soft, and sweet, as one of Tom’s hand cups her cheek and her fingers tangle in his soft blond locks.
A loud shout of, “YES!” breaks the kiss, at the entrance of the barn was Danielle, dressed in a red flannel shirt and white jeans. She had a shit-eating grin on her face. Embarrassed,  Y/n hides her face in Tom’s shirt while he chuckles and Dani does a victory dance.
“Greg! You so owe me. Pay Up!”


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Hidden Camera

Originally posted by choijaes

Thank you @pastuser for requesting this! I hope you like it! :)

Warning: Contains excessive dabbing, sneaky butt slapping, and 7 hotties in baseball pants 

Summary: You are recruited to pull a hidden camera prank on Got7

Category: Comedy, fluff

Length: 3.1K

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