what a ball of fluff



This time zone difference has me so confused lol but I guess that’s the good thing because then he can celebrate it again “tomorrow” with us fans on the other side of the world right? ^^ Anyways Happy Birthday to the world’s cutest, fluffiest, and kindest rapper £2 Love you to the moon & back 😘 😘  Please stay healthy & always be happy!! Let’s celebrate again next year!! 
The Twins’ Relationship with Ginny is Highly Underrated

It’s great to watch it develop over the course of the series.


“Hurry up!” their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.

“Don’t, Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls.”

“We’ll send you a Hogwarts’ lavatory seat.”


“Only joking, Mum.”

The train began to move. Harry saw the boys’ mother waving and their sister, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved.


Fred and George challenged Harry and Ron to a few games of Exploding Snap, and Ginny sat watching them, very subdued in Hermione’s usual chair.


“What do we want to be prefects for?” said George, looking revolted at the very idea. “It’d take all the fun out of life." 

Ginny giggled.

"You want to set a better example for your sister!” snapped Mrs. Weasley.


“Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was,” said Fred bracingly. “And he’s been off-color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly — one swallow — he probably didn’t feel a thing.”

“Fred!” said Ginny indignantly.


Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction toward the source of the trouble. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was coming ever closer.

“C'mon,” said Fred, grabbing Ginny’s hand and starting to pull her toward the wood.”


Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too, and Harry was having such a good time he felt almost as though he were back at the Burrow.


“Oh, hello, Harry!” said Ron’s younger sister, Ginny, brightly.

“I thought I heard your voice.”

Turning to Fred and George, she said, “It’s no-go with the Extendable Ears, she’s gone and put an Imperturbable Charm on the kitchen door.”


“Asleep, yeah, right,” said Fred in an undertone, after Hermione bade them goodnight and they were climbing to the next floor. “If Ginny’s not lying awake waiting for Hermione to tell her everything they said downstairs then I’m a flobberworm…”


“Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,” said George. “Look at Ginny.”


Fred, George and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went: “He got off, he got off, he got off…" 


"He got off, he got off, he got off…”

“That’s enough - Fred - George - Ginny!” said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley left the kitchen.


Fred, George and Ginny were still singing. "HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF-“ 

"SHUT UP!” roared Mrs. Weasley.


Fred and George still looked mutinous. Ginny, however, took a few steps over to the nearest chair and sank into it. […] The twins glared at Sirius for another minute, then took seats either side of Ginny.


“Come on, Ginny’s not bad,” said George fairly, sitting down next to Fred. “Actually, I dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us." 

"She’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking,” said Hermione from behind her tottering pile of Ancient Rune books. 

“Oh,” said George, looking mildly impressed. “Well - that’d explain it.”


“The thing about growing up with Fred and George,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”


“Hey,” said a voice in Harry’s ear. He looked round; Fred and George had come to join them. 

“Ginny’s had a word with us about you,” said Fred, stretching out his legs on the table […]


“Luna and I can stand at either end of the corridor,” said Ginny promptly, “and warn people not to go down there because someone’s let off a load of Garrotting Gas." 

Hermione looked surprised at the readiness with which Ginny had come up with this lie; Ginny shrugged and said, "Fred and George were planning to do it before they left.”


“Excuse me, but I care what happens to Sirius as much as you do!” said Ginny, her jaw set so that her resemblance to Fred and George was suddenly striking.


There you go,“ said Fred proudly. "Best range of love potions you’ll find anywhere." 

Ginny raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Do they work?” she asked. 

“Certainly they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question…" 

"… and the attractiveness of the girl,” said George, reappearing suddenly at their side. "But we’re not selling them to our sister,“ he added, becoming suddenly stern, "not when she’s already got about five boys on the go from what we've…" 

"Whatever you’ve heard from Ron is a big fat lie,” said Ginny calmly, leaning forward to take a small pink pot off the shelf. “What’s this?" 

"Guaranteed ten-second pimple vanisher,” said Fred. “Excellent on everything from boils to blackheads, but don’t change the subject. Are you or are you not currently going out with a boy called Dean Thomas?" 

"Yes, I am,” said Ginny. “And last time I looked, he was definitely one boy, not five. What are those?”

She was pointing at a number of round balls of fluff in shades of pink and purple, all rolling around the bottom of a cage and emitting high-pitched squeaks. 

"Pygmy Puffs,” said George. 

“Miniature puffskeins, we can’t breed them fast enough. So what about Michael Corner?" 

"I dumped him, he was a bad loser,” said Ginny, putting a finger through the bars of the cage and watching the Pygmy Puffs crowd around it. 

“They’re really cute!”

 "They’re fairly cuddly, yes,“ conceded Fred.

 "But you’re moving through boyfriends a bit fast, aren’t you?” Ginny turned to look at him, her hands on her hips. There was such a Mrs. Weasley-ish glare on her face that Harry was surprised Fred didn’t recoil.


“And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald,” said George, “what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called — unless our information is faulty — Lavender Brown?”


“Then, as Charlie isn’t coming home, that just leaves Harry and Ron in the attic, and if Fleur shares with Ginny —" 

"— that’ll make Ginny’s Christmas —” muttered Fred.


Under cover of a particularly jazzy number called “A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love,” Fred and George started a game of Exploding Snap with Ginny.


Admittedly, it took very little to set her off lately; she had been crying on and off ever since Percy had stormed from the house on Christmas Day with his glasses splattered with mashed parsnip (for which Fred, George, and Ginny all claimed credit). 


Ginny was now climbing through the hole in the wall, closely followed by Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.


“She’s sixteen!“ shouted Mrs. Weasley.

"She’s not old enough! What you two were thinking bringing her with you—”

Fred and George looked slightly ashamed of themselves.

5 times Stiles took care of Derek’s injuries and 1 time he didn’t have to


It’s ridiculous how often Derek gets hurt. And it’s also very sad.

He’s always jumping in front of bullets and going to fight vampires without telling anyone and there was this one time he literally knocked Scott out so he could go fight a deadly kelpie by himself.

“This is bullshit.” Stiles yells. No one will listen to him anyway, least of all Derek who’s lying unconscious on the ground.


“So much bullshit.” He presses his jacket against the wound, glares at Derek’s stupid face. Even passed out he looks in pain. “You’re ridiculous, did you know that? You just have to keep sacrificing yourself. I don’t like it.”

“Here!” Scott throws the hunter’s gun towards Stiles and he reaches out for it immediately, taking the bullet and pressing the burnt wolfsbane against Derek’s shoulder – for the second time this month.

“I’m going to lock you up.” Stiles groans, watching as the wound begins to heal itself. “You’re going to be safe. You’re going to be really safe. The safest.” Derek begins to stir just as Scott sends the last hunter away. “Asshole.” Stiles adds for good measure and Derek slowly opens his eyes.

“Wha –”

“You can’t do that anymore.” Stiles points his finger at Derek’s face, heart pounding as he feels himself tear up. Why can’t Derek just stop? He’s going to get himself killed and that’s going to end up killing Stiles too. “I won’t let you.”

He ignores the fear, the shame and his own self-preservation instincts. Derek needs to know that someone cares about him, that someone loves him. Someone wants him to be happy.

“Stiles,” Derek blinks, tries to sit up. Stiles only pushes him down again.

“Stop it.” Stiles says, runs a hand through Derek’s hair. “Stop trying to die.” He sniffs, ignoring Derek’s shocked expression. “You’re not alone anymore. You have people that care about you.” He takes a deep breath and adds. “That love you.” Derek lets out a quiet ‘oh’ and Stiles smiles sadly. He presses a kiss to Derek’s temple and stands up. “Please.” He adds softly.

He shares a meaningful look with Scott before turning to his Jeep and driving away, tears spilling down his face as he goes home.


Stiles has been in love with Derek for five years. Well, at least that’s what he tells himself. It could be seven, eight, maybe. He can’t be sure – too much happened when he was still a teenager for him to pay attention to his feelings.

So the point is – Stiles loves Derek. A lot. Maybe too much to be healthy. Enough to be a pain in his ass. Because there isn’t a thing Stiles wouldn’t do when he gets a text from Derek two days after his embarrassing love confession saying 'help’ and 'at the loft’.

He really didn’t know what to expect, but opening the door to find Derek covered in scratch marks didn’t even make the top ten.

“What?” Stiles blinks. “A kelpie again?”

“A cat.” Derek answers, gesturing to the tiny ball of fluff curled up on the couch.

What.” Stiles repeats, staring at the cat dubiously. “But –”

“I found her in the woods after –” Derek cuts himself, pointedly avoiding Stiles’ eyes. So he remembers, Stiles takes a deep breath. “Anyway, I need to buy some stuff for her and I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“Oh.” Stiles nods. So they are just going to ignore it, apparently. He swallows, tells himself it doesn’t matter. He wasn’t expecting Derek to feel the same, he just wanted him to know. Just needed him to understand. “Okay, I guess.” He walks towards the couch, smiles softly when the black kitten meows at him. “Hi, baby.” He pets her head softly, laughs when she leans into it happily.

“Deaton said she’s two months.” Derek says, suddenly next to him.

Stiles holds back a shiver. “She’s so teeny-tiny.” He forces a smile and looks up at Derek, meaning to reassure him he’ll take care of the kitten, only to frown when he notices a cut on his left cheek. “You’re bleeding.” He reaches out without thinking, wipes the blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yeah.” Derek whispers, eyes never leaving Stiles’.

“Why?” Stiles bites at his bottom lip, heart beating fast.

“Because I felt guilty.” Derek answers. “Because I wanted to say I love you too, but you ran and now…” he reaches out for Stiles’ hand, presses it back against his own cheek.

“Now?” Stiles insists, bringing his other hand to rest on Derek’s chest where he can feel Derek’s heart beating as fast as his. They are so close, breaths mingling, and if Stiles only leaned in –

“Now you’re here. And I can tell you.” Derek smiles softly. “That I will live for you.” Stiles lets out a shuddering breath as he throws his arms over Derek’s shoulders and buries his face against his neck. He never thought he could feel this happy. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Stiles sniffs, presses a kiss against Derek’s neck, feels the cuts and scratches healing under his hands.

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Wrong number, right person

Steve x Reader
Summary You get a text message from an unknown number and it sets the ball rolling into what could be the start of something wonderful.
Warnings swearing, fluff :D
AN This was written for @howlingbarnes challenge (Happy birthday!). The word I chose was Forelsket (Norwegian/Danish) - The intense, almost unreal feeling that comes with the beginning of love; when you start to fall in love.

Your phone went off, startling you from your painting.

See you at 8!

Furrowing your brow, you panicked. Did you have plans with someone and forgot? You often did that, especially when you were in your zone. Quickly glancing at the contact you noticed that it was an unrecognized number. Breathing a sigh of relief, you texted back Wrong number! Sorry.

A few moments later, you phone went off again Isn’t this Cynthia?

Now you were getting annoyed No.

Your phone rang. Who actually uses a phone to make phone calls? “Hello?”

“May I please speak with Cynthia?” The voice was deep and not unpleasant.

“Sorry buddy, you’ve got the wrong number.”

“I see. And whom am I speaking with?”

Sighing heavily, “My name is Y/N. Who’s this?” Why would you just give this strange man your name?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!

“Y/N. That’s a really pretty name. I’m Steve. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Hi Steve.”

“Well isn’t that the prettiest sound.”

You could feel your face heating up with embarrassment and you cleared your throat, “So, um, Steve, this has been lovely but I’ve got to go and you’ve got to figure out how to get in touch with this Cynthia lady.”

He let out a chuckle, a low, deep sound that made you smile in spite of yourself, “You have yourself a lovely evening, Y/N. Talk soon.”

“Wait, what?” but he had already disconnected the line. Talk soon? Why? You shook your head and went back to your painting but your focus had been interrupted and you couldn’t get back into it.

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Bts react to you overworking and fainting in their arms

Requested by @mukemaloxx

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had fun doing this. Hope you enjoy it!  


Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin would already be worried about you overworking and taking extra shifts. But as you faint in his arms his concern skyrockets and “mother Jin” kicks in. Jin would pick you up and take you to bed and be by your side with damp washcloth over your forehead and a couple of painkillers on your bedside table, making sure you are okay and probably preparing hot soup for you. 

“YAAA babe are you okay?? I told you not to overwork, it’s not good for your health”


Originally posted by notjustaphase

Concern would creep up in Yoongi as you faint in his arms. His main priority is not leaving your side as you regain consciousness. He would cancel all his plans in order to stay with for and make sure you’re okay. He’d stay in bed with you all day making sure you’re getting enough sleep, rest and food. 

“Babe please don’t overwork yourself you gave me a heart attack”


Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Now Hoseok would literally drop everything he’s doing for you. Full attention would be on you for at least a couple of weeks. He would’ve made sure he took you to the doctors the morning after you fainted. Like Yoongi, he’d stay in bed with you cuddling you and watching your favourite k-dramas.

“y/n please take care of yourself, I can’t stand seeing you like this”


Originally posted by marikit257

Namjoon would be really make sure you do not overwork yourself again. He would plan out your schedule for you in order you have a healthy balance of resting and work. At the time of you fainting he’d be really flustered and probably stubble on his own feet trying to get you some painkillers and water but never the less he’d be by your side until you get better. 

“Baby please follow this schedule and I promise it’ll good for you because remember health is number one”


Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

This bean along with the rest of maknae line would be the most flustered pieces of fluff balls ever. He’d stop what he’s doing and come to your aid. He’d be continually asking you how you’re feeling and stuffing food in your mouth and not to mention his endless supply of cuddles.

“Are you feeling better y/n? Do you need me to cuddle you to sleep again?”


Originally posted by sgfgdolans

Taehyung would be really scared for your health and carry you straight to bed with a playlist of your favourite songs on the speakers and makes sure you’re both comfortable. He’d spoil you with cuddles and kisses to make you’ve recovered fully and rest ofc. This cutie would constantly asking you if you need anything.

“Do you need me to get you anything y/n my love?”


Originally posted by ultranicolet

J.U.N.G.K.O.O.K this boi would be the least experience in terms of taking care of someone that just fainted in his arms but he would handle the situation very well. He’d get you some painkillers and make sure you rest and don’t take any overtime shifts for at least a week. He’d stay by your side holding your hand and comforting you as you rest.

“Baby you need to rest and please don’t work overtime”


(from left to right: shownu, minhyuk, kihyun, jooheon, wonho, hyungwon, i.m)

monstax is a group formed by starship entertainment through a tv show: “no mercy” on 2015. basically there were in a “battle” between trainees, until 7 of them (which is now monsta x) debutet. their fandom name is mon bebe, and the group is formed by 7 members.

Now for the members:


Stage Name // Shonwu
Real Name // Sohn Hyun Woo
Birth Date // June 18, 1992
Role // Leader, dancer, vocal
Height // 181 (daddy long legs)
Weight // 75kg
Zodiac Sign // Gemini

- he sometimes looks like he’s done
- he is actually the purest thing
- a fluffy ball must protect
- but sometimes rude af
- “did u know I’m friends with GOT7?”

Originally posted by allthingsniche


stage name // wonho
real name // lee ho seok / shin ho seok
birth date // march 1, 1993
role // vocal, visual
height // 178cm
weight // 73kg
zodiac sign // pisces


- his
- smile
- is
- angelic
- must protect

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs


stage name // minhyuk
real name // lee min hyuk
birth date // november 3, 1993
role // vocal, visual
height // 178.8cm
weight // 64kg
zodiac sign // scorpio


- he is the purest kid
- looks like a mom to me
- precious
- b e a u t i f u l
- sooo beautifuuul *starts body rolling*

Originally posted by monstalways


stage name // kihyun
real name // you ki hyun
birth date // november 22, 1993
role // vocal
height // 176cm
weight // 64kg
zodiac sign // sagittarius


- h o t
- fluff ball
- idk everyone in monsta x is a fluff ball
- pro
- tect

Originally posted by aceyng


stage name // hyungwon
real name // chae hyung won
birth date // january 15, 1994
role // dancer, vocal, visual
height // 181 (daddy long legs)
weight // 64kg
zodiac sign // capricorn


- also known as memewon
- living meme pls let him live
- also diva material
- you probably know him from the gif with the starbucks cup
- google ‘memewon’ on google I swear you’ll find good meme material 100%

Originally posted by min-shookga-yoongi


stage name // jooheon
real name // lee joo heon
birth date // october 6, 1994
role // rapper
height // 177cm
weight // 65kg
zodiac sign // libra


- he may look r00d and mad??
- but like????
- he is the purest happy fluff ball
- “ya’ll know what it is man”
- aegyo material 100000%

Originally posted by mybabyoppa


stage name // i.m
real name // Im chang kyun
birth date // january 26, 1996
role // rapper, maknae
height // 175cm
weight // 65kg
zodiac sign // aquarius


- he doesn’t look like a maknae to me
- he doesn’t look like a maknae to me
- he doesn’t look like a maknae to me
- he doesn’t look like a maknae to me
- he looks done but in reality meme material and fluff ball

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash


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Taehyung x Reader: (f)(a)

anonymous asked:

Hi I love ur stories I was wondering if you could do a story with v when his s/o turns into a kid(for some odd reason). Sorry for the really weird request anyway thank u and I really enjoy ur stories.😊

The typical “Am I a father?!?!” question

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A/N:Okay, this made my heart warm just to write and it sort of at times made me think of what Taehyung would be like as a father…..anyways~ enjoy this ball of fluff and I hope it melts your heart.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Shining in through the window, the bright light replaced the need to turn on any lamps. Sounds of cars honking and people yelling at each other filtered in through the fluttering curtains, the city noise reminding Taehyung of where he lived as it pulled him out of his dream filled state.

Groggily, he lifted his eyelids, opening them up slightly only to shut them a split second later. White filled his field of vision, the blinding color causing him to groan before making a second attempt at looking out at the world- a new found caution causing his movements to be planned as he fought the enemy threatening to steal his sight.

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