in front of all my fans


“Did you like question ten, Moony?“ asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
“Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.”
“D'you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
“Think I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin…”

anonymous asked:

can you tell me about the bts ships? not just otp's, brotps too!


but ill only talk about the ones im familiar with:

1. YOONMIN (yoongi/jimin):

ok holy shit where the FUCK do i start with yoonmin. they’ve been my bts otp since day 1 so i have a LOT TO FUCKING SAY LOL 

first off, refer to this post as to why i started shipping them, they have a LOT of cute fucking moments predebut and its been a painfully beautiful journey ever since 2013

before we jump in we need to talk about how YOONGI WROTE A SONG FOR JIMIN BECAUSE HE ADMIRES HOW HARDWORKING JIMIN IS. IF THAT AINT REAL THEN GET TF OUT OF MY FACE LMAo like where dat song @ tho yoongs

ok i need to chill, but theres more:

like jimin being yoongi’s #1 cheerleader at ISAC lmao look at him cheer his name in front of all the fans and other idols with ZERO shame, and then there’s yoongi pretending like he doesnt hear him #typical

^ TYPICAL YOONGI. this ship is very love-hate. mostly false pretense of hate on yoongi’s end and WAAAY TOO MUCH SHAMELESS LOVIN on jimin’s end BUT we all know yoongi’s putting up a front. like there’s actually so many subtle moments where he reveals how much he cares for jimin and they kill me every time, like this one:

but then right back to pretending like he dont give a fuck lmfao:


this whole v app broadcast was a yoonmin fest and it was a blessing. jimin got him a sweater for yoongis birthday and they basically confessed on live broadcast that they’re soulmates. ugh im so sensitive about this moment

in summary:

  • yoonmin are polar opposites and that heart-pulling cold/warm dynamic they have is super shippable, thus the reason why they’re one of the most popular ships in this fandom
  •  yoongi puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t really show his emotions. jimin on the other hand is super openly loving towards others, especially yoongi, and its really fucking cute how yoongi reciprocates sometimes
  • the two really do care about each other a lot though and it’s really heart warming to see. also yoongi had jimin rap on his Tony Montana stage and it was everything

there’s tons more but for the sake of room lets move on

2. TAEKOOK (Taehyung/Jungkook)

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My name’s Audrey, I’m pan, sixteen, ¼ Okinawan and I love Snapchat filters and Percy Jackson! Tell me about yourself!

YURI!!! On Ice Opening!

So I was (finally) watching episode 5 today when it occurred to me that something was off about the intro, so I pulled up the original intro posted to youtube when episode one came out.

And Holy Katsudon Yuri fans.

Episode one:

Episode 5:

That’s right COLOR SPLATTERS! They’re all over the place in the dancing but this was one of my faves!

But you also have the subtle things like 


Just little wisps of blue here and there

Then you have this gloriousness

These last two you can really see, too, how it’s started off as very almost charcoal-like and now there’s a lot more smoothness and detail, especially with Viktor and Yurio up front.


(and IDK if this is video quality or not but the colors also seem so much RICHER than they were originally)

Could this mean something? Well, duh. The animators are going out of their way to further develop the introduction. We could have been left with the plain one but they are adding details and color beautifully and masterfully. If I was to wander a guess, I’d say it is directly related to Yuuri’s continued build as a skater, adding life and color to his world otherwise dulled before. With Viktor at his side everything is so much better!

But who knows? I’m just a dorky fan.

I guess we’ll see

BONUS: One last scene compare for the road:

Please put your penis away

Request: Number 76 with Tom? If you’re comfortable with it?

76 please?

Summary: Your boyfriend Tom went out drinking with Harrison, and comes home plastered.

A/N: omg this is my first Tom Holland drabble…. cuz ya know they’ve all been Peter Parker.. WHICH IS FINE I LOVE WRITING.

Originally posted by spiderster

A knock echoed off the door of yours and Toms house. It was 2 in the morning and you’ve been waiting patiently for Thomas to arrive home safely from the pub. Since you weren’t a big fan of drinking you chose to stay home and let Tom and Harrison have a fun night out. 

  You set your book down on the coffee table in front of you and sped walked your way to the door. Upon opening it, you let out a breathy chuckle as your boyfriend stood before you with his arm propped up on the door frame putting his body weight against it. His eyes were squinted half shut, and a goofy grin played over his lips, “ ‘ello darlin’,” he greeted, his accent much thicker than usual. 

     You shook your head at him and moved out of the door way for him to enter. He stumbled in slowly but surely, “How was your night out?” you asked as he kicked his shoes off. “Oh it was great. BUT I think I did something I shouldn’t have,” he slurred,

“And what might that be?”

“I can’t say. I wont say.” he raised his voice a little, worry rushed over him and he wanted quickly to change the subject, “Did you eat all my croissants darlin’?” Tom asked as he wandered aimlessly around the main floor of your house.

Slight suspicion crept over you at what he admitted moments ago, “Tom, there was never any croissants here to begin with,”

He swung around swiftly to face you, nearly falling on his arse as he did so. He grabbed for the wall and his face dropped at what you had told him, “Whaaaat? I was really looking forward to some croissants,” he mumbled.

 You sighed and extended your arms out to him, “C’mon, lets go to bed babe,” you tell him. The wide grin he entered the house with returned to his features. He attempted to brush away the loose pieces of hair that fell over his eyes, but they only tumbled back down. He stumbled his way to your arms and held you close to his body, “I love it when you call me babe. Keep calling me that,” he beamed.

   The two of you took your time maneuvering up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. “So what did you do tonight Tom?” you asked trying to bring up what he had briefly mentioned earlier. “Drank, sang, danced, drank some more.” He droned on, “Is that all? You didn’t, do anything you shouldn’t have?” You interrogated,

He stopped and looked at you suspiciously, “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to get me to admit that I told my best friend that I love him,” Tom accused in a slur. Immediately after speaking he threw his hands up to his mouth to cover it, his eyes widening to saucers, “Oh no,” you heard him mumble. 

Your eyebrows furrow at your boyfriends strange behavior, “What’s so bad about that Tom?” you ask moving closer to him, 


“Because what?”

“Because, I’m not supposed to love anyone else other than you. I-just- i love you,”

Your cheeks warmed up to a rose red color at his words. He has told you that before of course, but you could never get used to the zoo that tramples your stomach at those three words. “Do you love Harrison more than me?” you asked him teasingly, “Well no. Harry doesn’t let me make out with him like you do,” he said so innocently. 

You were practically bent over laughing at this comment, “Just get ready for bed, you dork.” you let out between laughs, turning around you walked over to your dresser and rummaged around for yours and Toms pajamas. The soft thuds of clothing articles hitting the floor sounded in the room. Turning back to face Tom, you found him standing completely naked in front of the bed, slightly swaying back and forth disoriented from the alcohol. “Tom, sweetie, please put your penis away,” you tried to say with a straight face, but you couldn’t help it and let slip a giggle. 

Confused, he looked down to see that he, in fact had no pants on, “Did you pull my trousers down?” he asked in his clear accent, “No,” you giggled in response, handing him a pair of grey sweatpants.

Once he was done climbing into his clothes, he looked at you and pouted, “What’s wrong Tommy?” you questioned him, “You never said I love you back,” he spoke quietly while looking down at his feet. You made your way over to him, planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, and whispered, only for him to hear, “I love you,”

His features lit up and he smiled a toothy smile, “Good,” he giggled. 

You both climbed into bed, and settled in with Toms arm draped over your waist. Silence erupted in the room, and just as you were about to let sleep carry you away, the body laying behind you shot up and bolted into the bathroom running into the wall along the way. Tom spilled the contents of his stomach hopefully in the toilet. This was going to be a long night.

every single day green day manages to make me fall in love with them even more. whether it’s billie joe armstrong draping himself in a bisexual pride flag in front of 12,000 people, tré cool doing a signed drumstick scavenger hunt at every single show simply because he wants to, or mike dirnt taking group pictures with fans and posting them on his own instagram with captions saying how much he loves us. honestly bless this band.


One month since the best night of my life 💔😭

Waiting 10+ hours in line to be front row and right in front of Van was a dream come true- especially after meeting them the day before, kickstarted 2017 in the best way. I had the time of my life and made so many great friendships. I love this band with all my heart and to see them perform with all their passion and love for music and us fans, if was simply incredible. I’ll never ever forget it. 💕🐊

10 seconds || Dan Howell

A/N: this is a little idea I had, it’s something I guess. 

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by danteko

Keeping a relationship a secret is a good idea, right?

No, not at all.

‘Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.’

I read Dan’s text message with a huge smile as I stood in front of my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. There were so many options and at the same time there were none.

Dan and I had been dating-ish for two months now without telling anybody. We were afraid of how people would react since nobody would have ever expected us two to get together. We wanted to be sure about this before we told somebody else.

It was a Friday night and Dan’s friends were throwing a party. He invited me to come with him, not as his date though. I was worried about who to talk to tonight since none of my close friends were going and I also didn’t know about how to interact with Dan in public.

I had to park my car a little further away from the house where the party was held at because all of the good parking spots were taken already, signalizing that a lot of people came.

As I walked into the big house so late that Dan must have arrived an hour ago, I immediately spotted him drinking beer with his friends. They were joking about something and laughing out loud from time to time. Since Dan and his friends were by far the most popular and attractive guys in our town a lot of females were surrounding them, trying to start a conversation.

I had to stop myself from smiling at Dan who noticed me the second I walked into the room. He was clearly checking me out in my dress that wasn’t too fancy but he seemed to like it anyway. I also had to stop myself from telling those girls to back off my boyfriend.

Sweaty bodies were dancing to music that was shitty and way too loud. There was alcohol everywhere and people were flirting with strangers while getting drunk. A typical teenager party therefore. Some people just live for weekends like this.

I talked to a few girls that I knew from school. They were updating me on all the recent gossip since I wasn’t good with stuff like that. I never hung out with the ‘cool and scandalous kids’.

“I heard Tiffany tell her friends at school today that she wants to get with Dan tonight.” Jessica, one of the girls I had chemistry class with told me under her breath. I nearly chocked on my drink at her words.

“Dan as in Dan Howell?” I asked her, gritting my teeth while trying to not sound too interested.

“What other Dan is there?” She wanted to know, indirectly answering my question.

Great. Miss Popular was after my guy not knowing that he was already taken. By me!

“Let’s play Truth or Dare” Somebody shouted in between two songs. The response was quite diverse. Some people seemed to really hate the game while others seemed to love it.

“C’mon let’s play.” Jessica excitedly exclaimed, grabbed my arm and dragged me along with her.

“I really don’t wan-“ I was in the middle of saying as she made me sit down on the floor where everybody who was playing was already gathered in a circle.

My eyes suddenly landed on Dan who was sat right opposite me. He didn’t look that comfortable either and I could clearly hear his friend Jason tell him “I bet it will be fun, don’t be so boring!”

There was a little twinkle in Dan’s eyes as he saw me and he raised his eyebrow surprised to see me here. He was looking as handsome as ever. His hair was a little bit curly and he was wearing the black leather jacket that I loved so much on him.  

A guy I had never seen around before started spinning an empty glass bottle and it landed right on Jason, making Dan smirk.

“Truth or Dare” the guy asked Jason. He obviously said ‘Dare’ since he was an outgoing guy and up for almost any challenge.

“I dare you to knock on the neighbour’s door in just your underwear and ask him if you can borrow a jar of peanut butter.”

“What the fuck, mate?!” Jason shouted as everybody laughed and some girls giggled.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked the guy who dared him to do this as he started to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

People started to whistle as Jason walked to the door and opened it wearing nothing but his boxers.

“It’s freezing outside!” he complained as he wrapped his arms around his own body for warmth, shielding his nipples from the cold air of the night.

He quickly ran across the street, as he saw that no car was in sight. The neighbour, a 50 year old man, was not too pleased to see Jason.

“I’m going to call the cops, you dumb pack of teenagers!” he shouted after Jason as he sprinted back into the house after he was obviously denied some peanut butter.

We were laughing our butts off while Jason’s cheeks were bright red from running and embarrassment.

“It will be fun, right?” Dan asked Jason, making me giggle.

We continued playing and after a few rounds the bottle still hadn’t landed on me or Dan. One of Tiffany’s friends was just dared by a guy to take her shirt off was now spinning the bottle in a pink Victoria Secrets bra.

It landed on the devil herself, Tiffany.

“Dare” she said and I already had a weird feeling in my stomach region.

“I dare you to kiss Dan for at least 10 seconds.”

My mouth hung open as I tried to suppress a gasp.

Tiffany was seductively smirking at my boyfriend whose eyes had grown wide in shock. He was taking a quick glance at me. His face spoke of panic as Tiffany said, “A dare is a dare, right?”

With that being said she pressed her lips onto my boyfriend’s, making my heart sink. And those 10 seconds were the hardest 10 seconds of my life.


I swallowed hard although my mouth was completely dry


I tried looking away, but I couldn’t 


My blood started to boil as I watched Tiffany eagerly kiss my boyfriend


My cheeks grew bright red as anger filled every inch of my body


I wanted to rip my heart out just so it wouldn’t hurt that much


I wanted to yell for them to stop but I had to sit here in silence


My hands started to shake with anger as they were clenched into fists


My eyes got watery and the first tears were about to spill


I decided to get up and leave, not being able to bear this anymore


I lef-

Dan pushed Tiffany off his body right before I could get up to leave.

“Y/N is my girlfriend!” he shouted and all eyes suddenly landed on me.

Newt Scamander X Reader – Pick a Number

Description – The students at Hogwarts begin to think that the reader (a muggle-born) can tell the future when (s)he makes a paper fortune teller.

A/N – All people should remember the cases of “Pick a number, pick a colour,” that came from paper fortune tellers, if you don’t you’re too young for my taste. Also to all HP fans, there’s a fan band on YouTube who y’all should like called Oliver Boyd and the Rememberalls.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Originally posted by newdscamander

Newt’s downcast gaze rested on the oak desk in front of him. He had taken to counting the rings in the wood; he would look anywhere if it meant avoiding the vindictive glare of the professor on the other side.

“Did you hear me, boy?” Professor Winters, a particularly wiry old man with a sharp tongue, bellowed.

Newt had heard every word, how could he not when he was given the same speech weekly? He wanted to forget the harsh speeches that Professor Winters spewed so freely but he couldn’t; they haunted his nights, keeping him awake to dread the next addition. Ever since the beginning of Newt’s time at Hogwarts, when Professor Winters had learnt that Newt wasn’t the prodigy his brother was, it had become a tradition to call him back at the end of the class for another screaming match disguised as a lecture; this had taken place weekly for two years now.

“ANSWER ME, BOY!” Winters demanded.



Newt fought to stop trembling as he raised his head, it was even more of a struggle to maintain eye contact, “If I d-d-don’t s-stop s-s-”

Professor Winters quickly grew impatient with Newt’s stutter, interrupting again to answer his own question, “I said that if you don’t get your head out of the clouds with those dangerous beasts, you’ll be destroyed; they’re only useful for potion ingredients, nothing more. You already have no future boy, you are a complete failure as a student, and worthless at charms. However, there’s no point in dying at the claws of a beast, understand?”

The words, worthless, failure, and no future echoed on a loop in Newt’s mind. He nodded meekly, fighting away pained tears and counting the seconds till he would be free of the torment.

Professor Winters’ lip curled in contempt at the pathetic excuse of a student before him, “Very well. Remember this conversation the next time you enter my classroom boy. Now, leave.”

Newt scrambled up, escaping the classroom as fast as he could. He couldn’t feel relief at his freedom for it was only temporary, he knew he would get a repeat of the speech every week until he left Hogwarts. The worst part was that Newt didn’t need the speech, he already knew he was worthless.

While Newt wanted to explore the Forbidden Forest or the Owlery, he knew it would be safer to head back to the common room; Professor Winters had a tendency to check which direction he headed in after such ‘lectures’, if Newt went anywhere outside the school now, he would surely hear about it next week.

As Newt made his way to the barrel entrance of the Hufflepuff common room he saw two of the girls making their way out, talking rather loudly about fortune telling.

“Did you hear (Y/N)?” One asked the other?

“Yeah, is it true (s)he can tell the future with only a piece of paper?” The other replied.

“Yes, I asked (Y/N) to tell my future and (s)he used what (s)he called muggle magic-”

“There’s no such thing as muggle magic.”

“That’s what I thought too until (s)he predicted that I was going to fail that practice test unless I studied more.”


“And I did what (s)he said and passed, (s)he really can tell people’s future.”

“Whoa- I’m going to ask mine when we get back.”

The conversation faded as Newt crawled through the barrel into the cushy, yellow common room. He was mildly surprised to see a crowd gathered around you on the sofa, students were clamouring around you, each waiting to hear their future. Newt took a place in the corner, far away from people where he was content to be invisible as usual. However, as the night went on, he couldn’t help but get drawn into your fortune telling from afar; it seemed that you were actually giving reasonable predictions that all had the potential to be true.

“Alright, that’s enough fortune telling for tonight, no more till tomorrow.” You announced when the grandfather clock chimed for dinner.

There was a chorus of disappointed “Aw’s,” as the crowd dispersed, filing out of the common room.

You sat on the sofa with a smirk, grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill. Newt watched you for a minute, arguing with himself whether he should ask or not; it felt like he needed some guidance now more than ever.

He approached you, swallowing thickly when you looked at him, “Hi, can I help you?” you smiled warmly.

Newt forced himself to take a deep breath, somehow feeling worse than before, “U-um, h-hello, can you r-really tell the f-future?”

You glanced at the origami fortune teller on the table then back to Newt, in truth you had just been bored and the students assumed your toy was a fortune teller; although you would have told Newt as much, the morose look in his eyes stopped you from doing so.

“Uh, sure I can.”

“T-Then can I- can I ask a q-question?”

You rubbed the back of your neck exhaling, then picked up the fortune teller, “I uh- alright, why not? Go on Newt, what’s your question?”

Newt was taken aback, he had no idea you knew who he was. Everyone else who knew him didn’t bother with niceties, yet here you were willing to give him something he’d asked for.

“R-right, um, do I have to be specific or-”

You raised a sceptical eyebrow, Newt blushed, then stuttered, “N-Never mind- I-I-I’ll just go ahead a-and ask.” He cleared his throat, “Um- P-professor Winters says I’m a w-w-worthless failure with no f-future, is that t-true?”

Your heart sunk at Newt’s question, how could Professor Winters say such things to him? Even though you wanted to throw the paper fortune teller away, hug the boy, and reassure him that he shouldn’t believe such awful words, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t believe you without some form of reassurance.

You placed your hands under the slots of paper, “Okay, now pick a number that’s written here. One, nine, six, or seven?”


You spelt the word, moving the paper along with the spelling, “Alright, now one of the colours.”

As opposed to most Hufflepuffs, Newt picked blue instead of yellow, once again you spelt out the word, then asked the same question, to which Newt chose yellow.

You flipped over the yellow colour, reading the fortune to yourself, “Your team will play well in Quidditch.” The answer wouldn’t help Newt in the slightest, nothing on the paper would; how could it when it was actually just a silly children’s game?

Unable to tell him that, you flashed your most reassuring smile, “No matter what people say, your future will be bright.”

“R-really?” Newt looked hopeful.

“That’s what it says and the paper never lies, now if you’ll excuse me,” you shoved the paper in your robes, “I’m going to dinner. You can join me if you like.”

“Oh, I uh- You w-wouldn’t want me t-there.”

“Nonsense, if your future’s as bright as the teller says then I’m sure I want to be there to see it, so come on, let’s go.”

Newt smiled for the first time, an awkward, toothy smile but a genuine one all the same. He followed you to the hall, happy to just listen to whatever you had to say.

It was only a week later that Newt got called back in Charms by Professor Winters, as usual the old man seemed to be in a foul mood. Upon seeing the fearful gaze on Newt’s face, you hesitated, deciding to linger at the door where you wouldn’t be seen. Professor Winters began his usual spiel while you listened, horrified.

It was only when the professor started shouting that you made yourself known, running to Newt’s side with a cry of, “THAT’S ENOUGH.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” Professor Winters blustered, turning his attention to you.

Newt stared, bewildered as you argued tensely on his behalf, “This is not teaching, this is bullying, I will not let you use your position to bully a student.”


“NO! How dare you Professor? I am going straight to the headmaster to report this and we’ll see what he has to say about this.”

“Now, now, settle down, we can talk about this like adults.” Professor Winters backtracked.

“You should have thought about that before you started screaming like a beast then. Come on Newt, we’re leaving.”

You grabbed Newt’s hand, running from the classroom before Professor Winters had time to recover and react in some other manner.

After that day, you and Newt spent a lot more time with each other. You would often go to lessons, eat, and do homework together. He would never forget the unusual friend he had made from the mysterious case of muggle-magic.

so the reason why jackson has been absent is because he’s suffering from stress and anemia? 😭 
this makes me so sad. he must been having a hard time all by himself, suffering alone because he didn’t want to be a burden to anyone.
it breaks my heart. it must have been so hard for him to be constantly flying back and forth china and korea with no time to rest or sleep. he didn’t/couldn’t eat proper meals. in addition to that he also couldn’t see his family and friends.
and yet he always put on a smile for his fans and gave 100%. he never showed that he was tired and exhausted, never complained and always showed his bright side in front of the camera.
i hope he got to rest a lot during his break and that he’s feeling better now 💚

The One

Prompt: Sheamus romantic, fluffy smut. Anon

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BTS Reaction to seeing their s/o after a long time at a fansign event

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Seokjin- Since he would probably hear a lot of fans whispering about something he couldn’t quite understand, he would feel a bit weird. He would think that the fans have something planned for them all, but as soon as he saw you standing in front of him with the biggest smile ever ‘’Is this actually you Y/N,’’ he would definitely get a bit emotional ‘’I’m not dreaming, am I?’’ Since it’s been such a long time when you last saw each other.

Originally posted by waejin

Yoongi- My man. He would also get emotional, but obviously since it’s Yoongi we’re talking about, he won’t show it, especially in front of all the fans. What you can expect though, is a smile, that just says everything, how he’s feeling and how extremely happy he is to see you after such a long time. ‘‘Y/N…’re here?’‘ I feel like Yoongi would want to hug you instantly when he saw you, but since the fans are there, he would give you the biggest hug afterwards.

Originally posted by syuubd

Hoseok- I’m pretty freaking sure, that Hobi would also get a bit emotional. All of his feelings would come running back as soon as he saw you. The long nights were you two could only talk through the phone about how much you miss each other, you both tearing up a bit, talking about how much you want to see each other. Hoseok would be so happy to finally see you ‘‘I’ve missed you so much,’‘ I feel like he would come and hug you, making all of the fans aww at how adorable you two are being. 

(You’re Yoongi)

Originally posted by cammellodisidratato

Namjoon- I feel like Namjoon would be the most chill out of all of them, if that even makes sense. He would’ve kind of guessed it, since all of the fans were whispering about something, but luckily for him, he heard some of them whispering your name. When he heard them whispering something about you he would’ve felt surprised, he would definitely start thinking if you’re here. Of course when you are in front of him, the smile would be inevitable.

Originally posted by aceyng

Jimin- Ugh, this cutie, he would make the moment be so fluffy and sweet. As soon as he saw you he would think that this is some kind of joke, or a prank, anything to be honest ‘’This has to be some kind of joke, Y/N isn’t actually here,’’ since he would have a hard time believing that you are actually in front of him. When the reality would have set in, he would get slightly embarrassed, but nonetheless he would be smiling a lot.

Originally posted by vkooked

Taehyung- Unlike Jimin, Tae would definitely believe that you’re here. I feel like it’s obvious that he would hug you, he wouldn’t be able to contain his happiness ‘’Oh my god, Y/N you’re here!’’ He would be so extremely happy when he saw you, as soon as he saw you he would give you big hug. Tae would also maybe give you a kiss on the cheek if he completely forgot that there are fans everywhere, but I don’t think he’d forget it so easily, but it could happen.

(You’re Jungkook)

Originally posted by jjks

Jungkook- Kookie would definitely be surprised when he saw you, I feel like he would be having a hard time not coming to you and hugging you, he would want to hug you as soon as he saw you, but since the fans are watching he wouldn’t do that ‘’Here, this is what you get for now.’’ He still would be smiling a lot though, after such a long time finally seeing you he would just want to hold you and never let you go. So afterwards he would definitely hug you and not let you go for some decades.

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

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anonymous asked:

hey sarah! i hope you're doing well. i just wanted to tell someone abt this...i have a friend who'd been an army ever since bts debuted, but she's not very involved anymore. i don't mind that part at all, but i was just upset when she shamed me for being an army in front of our other friends and denied the fact that she was ever a fan :// she obv doesnt have to be an army for us to be friends, but i feel like ive lost a connection w her bc of what she did...i dont have other army friends (1/2)

(2/2) so im kinda seeking some comfort from you haha. anyway thanks for reading my ramble (if you find this in your mountain of asks) and have a great day :))

Tbh i think there’s a really fucked up trend right now. The “hate army” trend. 

Some people hate us because a large group hate us, without even making their own opinion on the subject. There’s bad people in the Army, like in every other fandom, kpop related or not. People are bashing us, sometimes even for no reason, taking the worst comments and stating that THIS is Army. When in fact, if you want to be fair, you have to randomly take a large number of comments. So some people want to be in that trend, which is really stupid.

If she shamed you for being an Army, tell her “do you really think that I have to be ashamed of enjoying music?”. You’re an Army when you enjoy and support BTS. Is there something to be ashamed of? Nop

Jikook: Insight

Title: Insight

Summary: /On-going/ Jikook/ In which Jeon Jungkook was introduced to the world of shipping and fan analysis.

“Jimin-hyung, do you think I stare at you too much?”

Author: Beya

Notes: This was supposed to be a one-shot but I think we all want that slow burn fanfiction where we see the characters understand themselves as the events unfold. I’ve been looking for a story that would tackle JK’s reaction should he discover the world of fan analysis (i.e. real clips of him instead of made-up stories over the internet). Did I mention I’m new to the fandom? Anyway, I wasn’t able to find one so I came up with my own lol

Would encourage you to watch Nochuchimchim/ Yutensol90’s YT videos (Reason why I ship Jikook series). It inspired me to write this fic. The fan videos mentioned in this story are all hers.  

Chapter 1 under cut

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In my opinion, Spring Day is to show fans how much Bangtan really does love each other. While it looks like the members are alone in one shot, they really aren’t because the other boys come into frame. It looks like the boys are just reminiscing about the past and can’t wait to see each other again so they can have more fun together. “You know it all, you’re my best friend, the morning will come again.” 

The message is sort of like, whenever you feel alone, remember that you never are. Your friends, family, Bangtan will always be there waiting for you. You never walk alone.

{ five’s company // ch. 4 }

{ french used:

mon ange - my angel

gâteau - cake 

“En haut. Maintenant.” - “Upstairs. Now.” 

thanks for reading! love you all! hope you all have a good week + i hope you’re doing okay. <3 }


Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! John thought, pratically bouncing in the front seat when your loft was in sight. Alex could sense his boyfriend’s excitement, chuckled, and quickly pulled up to park. He hadn’t even turned the ignition off when John had opened the door, hopped out with his bag and rushed inside.

You laughed a little from the middle seat in the back, admiring how John always seemed to be your happy little beam of sunshine. 

“He had a long day at work.” Alex said sheepishly, turning off the car and looking back at you. “But, what about you? How was your day, love?”

You swallowed, and bit your lip. Alex’s beautiful eyes were staring into yours and you felt your chest tighten and your face heat up. You didn’t really want to do this. Not now at least.

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Lost in Time

Bet you thought that I wouldn’t post today…surprise! I was driving all day and didn’t queue it up, but here is the latest part!

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Claire couldn’t take her eyes off Willie as he saw in front of her, happily chewing on his bannock unaware of her gaze.

To Claire, he had always been Jamie’s lost brother. The one who had given him Sawny and the first child born to Ellen and Brian. He had never been a child.

But here he sat, flushed, fat cheeks of a two-year-old, simply content to watch his mother as she busied herself in the kitchen.

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Sweeter Than Chocolate || Remus Lupin x Reader

Andrew Garfield as a young!remus is my aesthetic (/ω\)

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine!

{{request status: open}}

word count: 1,400+


It happened again. Someone was leaving a pile of chocolate frogs in front of your dorm. At first, you thought that it was meant for your roommate Teresa, but when she scrunched up her nose in disdain and told you that she wasn’t a fan of sweets, you figured that you were the only option left.

Chocolate was, after all, one of your main weaknesses, and you would eat it every single day if it wasn’t for the fact that having an ungodly amount of chocolate in your system would give you the most horrendous stomach ache (you should know since you’ve been there before.)

Feeling happy that your mystery supplier had given you ten more chocolate frogs, you scoop each of the boxes up and gingerly place them within your bag, “These will be the perfect pick-me-up after a study session.”

You enter your dorm, seeing that it was empty as you breathed out a sigh of relief. Going toward your side of the room, you grab the textbooks that you needed along with several quills, a few jars of ink, and some paper. Since it was a Friday night, you knew that the library would be empty as the vast majority of the students preferred to hang out in the courtyard or the Great Hall to mingle with their friends before turning in for the night.

Which made this night the perfect night for you to catch up on your reading.

Once you had everything you needed, you hold your textbooks close to your chest and walk out of your dorm, taking confident strides to the library as your hair bounced with your movements.


Remus Lupin had no idea why he became so terrified at the thought of conversing with the young woman known as [Full Name].

Maybe it was because she was so pretty and smart coupled along with the fact that she had a penchant for sweets (just like he did). While he was walking around the hallways, about to meet up with his friends outside, Remus froze upon seeing the girl he had just been thinking about walk past him.

Almost like a conditioned response, Remus felt his face turn red as his green eyes followed [Name’s] figure. He watched as her hips swayed, seeming to walk with a happy bounce in her step. Mesmerized by her movement, Remus turns around to follow her from a safe distance.

[Name] leads him to the library, the giant room completely barren of any other student. The fact that she was the only one in here (excluding Remus, of course. She didn’t need to know about his presence, really.) makes a wide grin form on her face when she finds a table near the center of all the books.

Making sure that he was hidden behind one of the shelves, Remus peers over it to watch as [Name] emptied out the contents of her bag. When he saw the 10 chocolate frogs he had given her spread out against the table, Remus thought that he was going to suffer from a heart attack from how badly his heart was racing.

Lately, he had been giving [Name] a whole bunch of his chocolate stash, not brave enough to hand it to her personally, but still desperate enough to make her happy as he placed them in front of her dorm room. He was so pathetic that he memorized her schedule, just to make sure that she wasn’t there when he appeared with his chocolates in hand.

He was still staring at her (with a prominent blush on his pale cheeks) when he felt his whole body stiffen at the sound of a familiar laughter. “Hey Moony! Where’d you disappear off to?”

Curse you Padfoot! Before he could escape the library in hopes that [Name] wouldn’t notice him, Remus saw his three rambunctious friends entering the library as they loudly called out his name, interrupting the tranquil silence.

He sees the girl look up at him, making his whole back turn warm as he began to sweat profusely before gesturing at his friends, “Please keep it down! I don’t want-“

”Whoa, is that the girl you’ve been talking about? You lucky bloke, she’s gorgeous!” Sirius nearly shouted at Remus, making his heart sink at what was to come.


You were in the middle of reading your Potion’s text when you realized that you were no longer alone in the library.

A grimace appears on your face when you recognize the four group of boys who were notorious troublemakers within the Gryffindor house. Because of how loud and obnoxious they were, you found yourself wishing that you had been sorted into Ravenclaw instead.

You sigh and start tracing shapes on the page of your textbook, waiting for the boys to leave. You didn’t know what they were saying since their voices suddenly settled down to hushed tones as you hoped that they weren’t talking about you.

Feeling anxious, you grab one of the chocolate frogs and begin unboxing it, holding the cardboard close to your lips as the frog automatically jumped into your mouth. You smile and chew thoughtfully, loving how the milk chocolate seemed to melt in your mouth as it felt like soft silk against your tongue.

Too busy relishing the taste of the delectable chocolate, you didn’t realize how the group of boys had disbanded, leaving only one behind as he made his way toward you. You were about to check out what kind of card you had gotten with your chocolate, only to be stopped when you heard a soft cough.


Looking up, you saw the tall boy with shaggy brown hair and clear green eyes staring nervously at you. With a smile, you giggle and ask him, “Remus Lupin, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Remus seemed taken aback at how you knew his name, “Y-You know who I am?”

”But of course, you’re pretty much one of Gryffindor’s star students. You have what it takes to be a magnificent wizard, no doubt about it.” You had always harbored a deep admiration and respect for Remus and honestly wanted to be just like him. In fact, he was just about the only one in that obnoxious group consisting of James, Sirius, and Peter that you actually (and genuinely) liked.

You watch as Remus blushed at your words, “Th-Thank you, honest.”

An awkward silence was formed between the two of you, and you had a rising suspicion that Remus wanted to talk to you about something. “Anyways, enough small talk, what is it that you want to tell me?”

He begins to stutter, making it difficult for you to understand him. “I-I w-well, I w-was just w-wondering…I mean, th-that is, if you really want to, w-would you, c-could you….?” He trails off suddenly, making you give him a perplexed expression in response.

You had no idea what he wanted to say.

With a light laugh escaping from your lips, you pick up one of the chocolate frogs and throw a box at him, “Here, eat this to calm down. Whenever I feel anxious, I always find that some good chocolate helps with boosting my confidence.” You wink at him, watching Remus with amusement as he fumbled with opening the box of chocolate.

You look away from him so that he wouldn’t be so nervous, turning your attention back to your notes you had written during class. After a few minutes of waiting, you figured that Remus had already eaten the chocolate when he called out your name again.

”Yes?” You face him again, only to be met with the close proximity of his face when he leaned down to kiss you.

You were pleasantly surprised, to say the least. This boy’s lips were impossibly soft, and you found yourself moaning when you tasted chocolate from them. Quickly becoming addicted to his kiss, you wrap your arms around Remus’ neck to deepen the kiss.

As if you had taken his breath away, Remus forces himself to pull away from you, letting out a shuddering breath when he apologized, “Gods, I’m such a fool. I only meant to- I mean, I j-just wanted to ask you out. I didn’t mean to kiss you, but oh god the kiss was so good. It was better than I imagined, and the fact that you accepted my chocolate gifts-“

You interrupt his nervous ranting when you kissed him again, silently telling him that his feelings for you were requited. Once he had calmed down, you pull away as he whispered to you, “Will you have me as your boyfriend?”

You flash him a bright smile and nuzzle your nose together with his, “How could I possibly say no to a boy who’s kisses are sweeter than chocolate?”


Originally posted by nellaey