#if you don't want to bear hug him and listen to the drawl in your ear and steal his heat i mean what is that point

[andy-clutterbuck]

RICK GRIMES - THE ONES WHO LIVE

[mallowsweetmiri]

Best friend!Remus with no boundaries leaves you alone with James

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It was another sunny afternoon spent studying in Remus’ dorm. You sat on his bed reading your Herbology textbook as Remus worked at his desk, finishing his Potions assignment. James was sprawled in the sunshine working on his Charms homework next to the open window.

“Y/N, can you pass me my vile of asphodel,” Remus said over his book, pointing to his potions trunk next to the bed. You hummed and leaned over the side of the bed, trifling through the case of potions ingredients.

“Erm, I think you’re out,” you replied, holding up the empty vile next to your face. Remus frowned and came over to the bed. He took a seat on the edge and took the vile from you. You crawled closer to him, resting your head in his lap as he flicked the vile. He sighed and ran his hand down your arm.

“I’m gonna have to go to the storage and get some ingredients,” Remus drawled, stroking your shoulder and neck with his long fingers. You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your bestfriend’s hands on your body.

“While you’re at it, can you get some snacks from the kitchen? I can’t focus when I’m hungry,” you looked up at him through your lashes with a pout. He only chuckled at you and squeezed your cheek.

“Of course,” he grinned, scooting out from under you. You sighed as you rolled back on your stomach to read. Remus tsked and pulled your cotton shorts over your bum.

“You need to get a new pair of shorts, Y/N. I think you’ve outgrown those,” Remus said as he walked towards the door. You heard James chuckle out a breath from his bed. You stuck your tongue out at Remus as you sat up to pull your shorts down. Remus chuckled and left the dorm, shutting the door behind him. You huffed and fell back onto the bed. James laughed and shut his book.

"Remus' sure has a lot of opinions on your outfits," James teased, sitting up to stretch. You guys had been studying for a while.

"You know how he is. I don't see why my shorts being short is an issue though," you pouted, standing up and stretching over arms your head.

"Well, I think they look lovely, Y/N." James smiled at you. He was just the sweetest.

"Awww, thanks Jamie. You're always so kind," you gushed and sprang towards him for a hug. Even sitting on his bed he was nearly your height, but he had always seemed like a big teddy bear to you. James chuckled and he wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm just telling the truth. Just because Remus is your bestfriend doesn't mean his opinions are right," James joked. Your smile grew as you pulled back.

"You're so right, Jamie. Maybe I should start to listen to you more," you beamed, liking the idea of spending more time with James. He was right. You were always hanging around Remus so much, you had neglected what a good friend James was.

"I like the sound of that," James half grinned, his hands falling down to your waist. You blushed and smiled back. You'd never really been physically close with any of the other boys before, your friendship just wasn't like that. But why couldn't it be? James was nice to hug anyway.

"Can we take a break from studying?" You asked, playing with James' soft curls on the back of his neck. James hands stroked your hips as you stood between his legs.

"Isn't that what we're doing right now?" James laughed, still smiling at you. Gods, his eyes were so pretty. You couldn't focus on anything but his hands on your hips and his lips curved into that pretty smile.

"Well," you breathed, "What do you want to do?" You leaned in closer to him. James swallowed and let out another chuckle. You were starting to realize why you weren't so touchy with other friends.

"I can think of one thing," James charmed, pulling you by the hips towards him. Your lips landed on his, soft and warm as his tongue began to ask for permission. You let out a sigh and relaxed into his body, his hand coming up to your face to deepen the kiss. Another sigh escaped your lips as you moved to straddle his lap. He groaned as his hands found your hips once more, pushing you down onto him. You groaned when you felt him underneath you, rubbing up against your shorts. He was a good kisser too, biting gently on your lip as his hands made their way under your bum. If this was the result of wearing tiny shorts, you were going to wear them more often. Your thoughts escaped you as James' hands guided your hips over his, the rhythm matching the movements of his mouth. He was making your come undone with all of your clothes still on. You couldn't even imagine how good he'd feel with his clothes off. He groaned as he pushed you down over his length, his thumbs squeezing the front of your hips. You felt yourself starting to reach your edge as your hips began to take movements of their own. His tongue deepened the kiss while you moaned into his mouth. It felt like he knew every inch of your body already. Everything he was doing was sending you. Your sounds filled the room as his lips left yours to kiss under your jaw. His strong arms were wrapped around your middle as he teased down your neck. Your body was suddenly missing the friction, but James' arms were holding you still.

"James," you whined, squirming his arms. He chuckled into your neck.

"Just be patient, my love," he breathed, going back to nipping at your ear.

"We don't have time to be patient right now," you groaned, desperately needing to feel him. James hummed and gave your neck a soft kiss.

"You're right, we don't have time right now," James guided your head to look at him.

"But-"

"But I'll see you tonight?" He asked, a grin still plastered on his lips. You bit your lip as you smiled.

"Yes, I'll see you tonight." You blushed, giggling as you pulled yourself off of James. Maybe you'd gotten a bit carried away with your study break. James chuckled as he reached to pull your shorts down over your bum once again.

"Maybe Remus was right about these shorts," he smirked, thumbing the hem. You giggled as you heard the door open. Remus came into the room with an armful of viles. You and James let out a laugh. Good timing.

"Maybe," you winked at James and walked back over to Remus' bed. "Hi Rem. Did you bring snacks?" You plopped down onto his bed. Remus walked over and placed a tray in front you filled with sandwiches and crisps.

"Save me some," Remus nodded as he began to organize his potions supply on his desk.

"Do you want some Jamie?" you asked politely, turning to see James blush at you. His grin hadn't left his face. Remus' head perked at the nickname, but was too focused on finishing his assignment.

"I'm okay, Y/N. I'm actually gonna go run some quidditch drills. It's so nice out," James said casually, getting up to grab his quidditch bag.

"More for me," you shrugged and began to eat one of the halves. You watched James get his shoes on. His fingers looked so strong...

"Well, I'm out of here. Remus," James waved at Remus who responded with a nod. He turned to you, "See you later, Y/N." With a smile he ducked out of the room. You chuckled as you ate your sandwich, reaching for the book next to Remus' bed.

"Y/N," Remus sighed as he scribbled something onto his scroll, "why did James just say that?" You felt a smile tug at your lips.

"What? I can't hang out with James?" you chimed, flipping to your chapter in the book. Remus shook his head and tsked, continuing to work on his paper.

"It's those fucking shorts." You let out a snort.

[lady-severus-snape]

Sub head cannon post #9 from headcannon #19

Severus being a big old teddy bear. The moment you earn his trust, friendship, and love, there is no one more loyal and protective than him. To the point that you can't even carry a single grocery bag.

🌠y/n was excited to attend yule ball at Hogwarts. Grandma Minnie had invited you to attend since she hasn't seen you after your mom moved to the U.S.

🌠Showing up a few days early to surprise her.

Y/N: surprise!

Minerva: my word! Y/n! When did you get here?

Y/n: just flew in. There was room for an earlier time so I took it.

Minerva introduces y/n to everyone on staff bar Severus.

Y/n: who is that grandma?

Minerva: that is Severus Snape, potions master and Dark arts master. He is......a character.

Y/n: grouchy. He is cute though.

🌠Y/n going out of their way greeting Severus at every turn.

Y/n: Good morning Severus, breakfast is off the chain today! Them waffles are scrumpdiddlyumcious.

Y/n: hi Severus! I got us coffee, it's too people-y out today.

Y/n: have a good night Severus. Don't party too hard.

🌠Severus was annoyed as hell. Y/n was an irritating little chit. Did they not understand that he didn't want to interact with them?! Everytime he turned around y/n was right there. Being all happy, cheerful, kind, and... and....and....nice. They made really good coffee.

🌠Severus begrudgingly looking foward to seeing and talking to Y/N. They never pried into his life, or demand anything.......it was refreshing to say the least. They had a broad level of knowledge as well, from the latest potions guild article to some obscure arithmacy formula that was the 'bomb diggety' for maintaining room temperatures. Anything they were not knowledgeable on, they would sit and listen to him drawl on about it.

🌠y/n could be seen walking along side Severus in the corridors whenever possible (when they weren't spending time with grandma). The students tripped over themselves as Y/N wheezed laughed at whatever Professor Snape said.

🌠Severus smirked and felt the wall around his heart melt as Y/N was crying, laughing at the dry witty statement he made. The staff at hogwarts looking out the windows to see if the sky was falling. The first time Severus used one of Y/N slang lingo, the students thought he was possessed. Hearing y/n picking his lingo made for rumors that they 'switched' bodies.

🌠y/n sneezed several times, their arms became full of potion vials. Green for allergies, lavender for boosting the immune system (winters in Scotland are rough), fever reducer, pepper up (you looked at little pale to him), sinus decongestant, mild pain potion (he noticed you were stiff)

🌠Severus and Y/N being attached at the hip whenever he wasn't teaching class. Y/N would go hang out with him in the lab. Even if they didn't talk, severus brewed and y/n doing whatever they brought with them. Yesterday was a muggle book about the effects of maladaptive daydreaming and Autism. Severus had dibs on reading it after y/n was done.

🌠next came touches. The two always softly bumped each other with a shoulder shove. That moved to lingering touches, and lead the biggest event of all.....a hug. A truly sincere, heart warming, serotonin boosting hug.

🌠Severus and y/n became best friends, closer than even Lily was to Severus before the fallout. He talked about the major events that formed his life and the soft ones he adored. Y/N sat patiently listened, not an ounce of judgement in their eyes. When Severus showed them the faded Dark Mark, y/n caressed it and placed a small kiss on it.

Y/n: I'm happy you survived and I get to have you in my life. We can't change the past and I wish you never had to go through what you did, but if it meant that's why you're here talking to me. Im happy.

🌠Severus unable to hold it anymore crushed y/N to him and cried. Heart wrenching soul cleansing crying. Y/N hugged him back just as hard as if they were each other's life line. And they were.

🌠they were each other's date to Yule. Dancing to almost every song even after the ball ended. They got so drunk in his quarters that Severus woke wearing a bunny suit and y/n was dressed as moose. With a hangover from hell.

🌠when y/n had to return to the U.S. severus literally went through withdrawal. Rude, irritable, snarky, snappish, sadness, patience size of a mustard seed, restlessness, you name it. Gryffindor was in the negative, hufflepuff lost 3/4 of all their house points, Ravenclaw was almost in the negative, slytherin lost HALF of their collective points.

🌠Minerva firecalling her grandchild to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE visit the grounds before Severus demolished the castle! Y/N acquiring the new rage 'wizarding wireless' and showing Severus how to use it. They called, texted, and/or face timed everyday.

🌠y/n answered Severus's phone call in a teary, sniffling mess. Severus without warning shows up at Y/N living room. Y/N bawling their eyes out to him because they are going through a manic low and that bitch Becky from work said 'you're so fucking weird, and that's why no one liked them'

🌠Needless to say Y/N had to crawl on top of Severus like a spider monkey just to keep him from leaving to go murder Becky. The next shift Becky said not one word and scurried around you. Weird.

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@wandering-avian I hope I did justice to your idea. 💚💚 enjoy.

[hopeonthedrop-blog]

The Promise

Word Length: 1361

Genre: Horror

Pairing/s: OT7 x Reader

Prompts: "I'm sorry, it's really not funny. It's just that.. you're dead." + Cabin in the woods + Magic

Summary: Be careful what you ask for and trust your instincts // Seven times, you've invited someone dear to you to spend the eve of Halloween with you. Six times the person didn't show. One time they did at the same time.

"Don't—don't stay there!!" You squeak, burying half of your face into a couch pillow. "He's right behind you! What are you doing? Run, you idiot!" The protagonist doesn't comply, choosing to close and bar the door, not knowing the killer was inside the room with her. "He's—he's coming! Grab something sharp—oh God, really? The 'Shaky hands and dropping important object' trope? Seriousl—AAH!" You jump when the antagonist delivers the creepiest you've ever seen in your life (props to the actor. damn) and proceeds to bring a sharp machete down for one swift, quick kill. You don't wait to see if they make it—you lunge straight for the plug and pull, rushing up to your room to bury yourself in the blankets.

You've only managed to stop shaking when the doorbell rings. Must be Joon, you think hollowly, the latest he's been yet. You dread the extremely short trip from your bed to your porch to open the door, until you notice something moving just outside the window and decide to dash like a madman. You trip over the way to your door multiple times.

Your hair is disarray when you present yourself to him, breathing in shallow puffs of air and an panicked smile on your face. "Namjoon!" You exclaim, breathy and excited, "Happy Halloween! Did you get the popcorn in town?"

He doesn't smile like he usually does; with his eyes morphing into quarters of the moon, and his dimples being its craters. Doesn't scoop you up in a bear hug. Doesn't stride in. Just stares.

He stares. You don't think he's breathing, either.

Chuckling nervously, you reach over slowly, "Joon? Are you spacing out again?" you ask, hand resting on his forearm. Once your skin touches, he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth, and exhaling in a sharp hiss You frantically retract your arm. You're temples are starting to sweat now; fear creeping up your spine and making you shiver.

"Joon? Say something? You're freaking me out. Please breathe, at least."

For a moment, both of you stand still like that; with you slowly cowering back inside your cabin and him staring at you with a face as stoic and cold as stone.

Then, in a span of a split second, he doubles over laughing. "Got you!" He finally speaks.

But the voice isn't his.

When he notices, his jaw sets. He clears his throat, shaking his head violently as if trying to wake himself up. Then, speaks again.

"Sorry about that," his voice is normal again; deep, soft, soothing, "my throat's been killing me for a while."

Slowly, cautiously, you nod and step aside so he can enter. How silly of you. Just because you've been seeing horror movies in every channel for the past month, doesn't mean you were going to be the protagonist of one.

Yanking yourself out of your thoughts, you are brought back to Namjoon standing idly outside your front door.

"Um," his hand moves to rub at his nape as he shyly murmurs, "remember when you told me I was welcome to bring people? I have a few friends that might come and want to get inside."

Interesting choice of wording, a more alert side of your head drawls out sarcastically. You brush it off.

"Sure. They can come in when they arrive too! It's way too lonely here. I don't know why I offered to watch over this cabin in this season. The woods can be so creepy—wait, i'm rambling." You shake your head at yourself, stepping right back inside.

Namjoon's eyes ("That's not his gaze!" Something inside you cries, and you ignore it for the sake of your sanity) curve once you turn around, colors changing in different shades of brown. You would've recognized them if you saw.

The door shuts behind you, as silent as a drop of a single hair strand, and you keep walking towards the living room to turn the television back on again.

"You know how to make yourself comfortable!" You clap your hands together, rubbing them in an attempt to seem excited—maybe in an attempt to get that feeling back.

He nods, turning to sit on the couch. He's too tense, like he's waiting for something, instinct whispers conspiratorially and you ignore. Such wild imagination, Y/N, you shake your head, stop scaring yourself.

When you return with snacks, he is standing in front of the biggest window in the room, his back to you. His hands are clasped behind his back as he whistles to himself.

"Joon..?" You call uneasily, your heart starting to pound a mile a minute. If this was some prank, he better brace himself for the repercussions; you didn't like this at all.

He keeps whistling.

"Namjoon-ah, take a seat if you want. I'll put in Hocus Pocu—"

There is a sudden voice on the other side of your door and you jump back in surprise.

Actually, there's two. And you recognize them immediately.

"Seokjin? Taehyung?" You whisper shakily, putting down the tray on the coffee table and slowly walking to the door.

"My friends are here Y/N." Is the only thing Namjoon says.

"Why didn't they knock?" You mutter to yourself. "Have they been there long and I just didn't hear from the kitchen?"

Namjoon continues whistling.

There are three voices now. Whenever you take a step near, there is another voice added.

When you reach the door, there are six distinct voices; loud and clear, as if they're talking just behind you.

(They are.)

"Tae?" You croak out, not opening the door yet, a bewildered chuckle escaping your lips. His voice quiets. "Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, it's really not funny. It's just..you're dead. Right?" Your hands are gripping the knob so tightly, the metal digging into your palm and your knuckles turn white. "I knew it. They couldn't identify your body. I always knew that wasn't you. You've met Jungkook?" Tears are freely running down your face now, but your skin is crawling, goosebumps getting more intense as Namjoon slowly, very, very slowly, walks towards you. You don't hear.

You swing open the door, all reason about how suspicious this was is thrown out the window.

You are met with nothing and you gasp, spinning around to turn to Namjoon to ask if you were just hearing things and is met with his hard chest. His arms encircle your waist in a tight grip.

You let out a small scream, startled and creeped out beyond belief. You feel like crying in fright.

"Namjoon." You voice wavers. The reasonable voices in your head that had warned you sigh defeatedly as you come to terms with your situation. Hard as it was, you force your eyes to meet his and you see his manic expression. "Where are your friends?"

He opens his mouth and seven voices speak at the same time, "Here."

You scream.

There is suddenly bright lightning flashing outside the window and the power goes out.

After thunder, there is lightning again. The brief flash of light is welcome, but you don't see Namjoon's face in front of you. You see Taehyung's.

You're trying to claw your way out of his arms now, crying loudly and desperately. You hope in vain that you're loud enough for someone to hear.

"Come on, now." Seokjin's voice murmurs in your ear, but instead of warmth, you are frozen in terror, "now, now. Shh. Just listen. You'll understand." It's Hoseok's voice this time, and you feel one hand trailing up to your nape, drawing an invisible pattern there. Yoongi used to do that to you.

"I told you, didn't I?" All seven voices whispers affectionately at once, "i'll come over during Halloween to protect you."

You shake your head frantically, repeatedly hitting the arms that are keeping you captive. "Please," you whimper, "please." Please, if that's really you, stop scaring me.

"Sorry, sweetheart. But we need the final ingredient of the spell to separate us. We want our bodies back."

You don't ask why, you don't ask what. But they answer, anyway.

"And that's you."