#I usually write down funny things that happen in class

[pawfulofwaffles]

Nhnhnhn holidays

It’s very snowy, Eddie better be careful delivering mail…

(In the first picture, since it’s hard to read, Frank is saying “Happy Hanukkah” and Howdy is saying “Merry Christmas” and their exclamations are colliding, so they just go with “Happy Holidays” instead)

[mallowsweetmiri]

Need you to continue Best Friend! Fred please… PLEASE… I am begging on my knees… You write so well… I will be waiting right here… Oh how I yearn for Best Friend! Fred…

Merry Christmas sluts ❤️

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Bestfriend!Fred with no boundaries teaches you how to have sex pt 2

summary: its the day after you asked Fred to teach you about sex, and he's keeping up on his promise.

warnings: smut, cursing

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It wasn’t unusual for you to think about Fred first thing in the morning. You often walked to breakfast with the twins and saw him within your classes on a daily basis. But it was unusual to wake up with your panties completely soaked while thinking about him. Was this something that happened the morning after, or did you just not shower well enough after last night?

Either way, you ended up taking a very cold shower before breakfast. By the time you came down to the common room, Fred and George were waiting by the couches. Fred smiled as he watched you come down the stairs.

“Good morning, lovely,” Fred said as you approached them. He pulled you under his arms as the three of you started towards the exit.

“Good morning,” you smiled, happy to start another day by your best friends side.

“What am I, a flobberworm?” George scoffed sarcastically from behind. You rolled your eyes playfully and looked back at him.

“Good morning to you too, George,” you teased, walking through the portrait hole. The day seemed much brighter in the halls, and it looked surprisingly nice out. The three of you walked into the Great Hall and sat down where you normally did, next to Hermione usually at this time of the morning.

"Good morning," she chirped, her head buried in a book.

“Morning, Hermione,” you greeted, taking a seat.

“Whatcha reading there?” The twins sat on the other side of the table.

“Ancient Uses of Mystic Herbs,” she replied, sitting up straighter and flipping her book up to show the cover. “Trying to find something that could help Harry.” You hummed in interest as Hermione sank back into her book. George pulled out a paper and began writing at the bottom.

"What’s that?" you asked, buttering your toast. George smirked and gave you a funny look.

"The Herbology assignment that's due today?" George said questioningly, raising his brows at you. Your brows shot up in response as you remembered the blank paper in your bag.

"I completely forgot about that assignment," you gasped. "Fred, can I please, please copy yours?" You pleaded, sticking your bottom lip out in persuasion. He shot you back an amused look as he gathered sausages onto his plate.

"Y/N, you're usually such a good student,” he teased, shaking his head at you in disapproval. “Were you distracted yesterday?” You sharpened your eyes at him and he laughed, passing you his paper. You felt your cheeks heat up. At least he was letting you copy off of him.

"You're too nice to her, Freddie," George joked, shaking his head at him.

"Ah, it's the least I can do for my best friend," Freddie grinned, leaning over the table to pinch your cheek. You batted his head away and started furiously copying his work, ignoring George laughing at you. As you copied his work, he filled your mug with tea. Earl grey with a dash of cream, just the way you liked it. By the time breakfast was over, you had finished the assignment and were off to your first class of the day.

The day dragged on per usual. In Herbology, Fred and George rubbed sneezewart on the observation sheets causing multiple students to rush out of class in a fit. You had a few classes without Fred and George, and Ancient Runes was your final class for the day. You stared out the window as dull clouds began to roll in from the forest. You tried to pay attention to Professor Babbling, but her droning voice quickly became background noise. The clouds came in closer to the castle, the sound of thunder rumbling through the windows. Rain storms always made you feel cozy, and you wished class would end so you could curl up in your favorite jumper. It was Fred’s Gryffindor sweatshirt and the memory of its smell reminded you of yesterday. His skin had been so close to you, and while it was comforting, there was something else. A want, a yearning to just press your hips against his. Your head snapped away from the window as your peers began to gather their belongings. You began to do the same, noting the slickness between your thighs. There it was again. You needed to find Fred and ask him what you should do about it. Was it pathetic that you knew virtually nothing about sex? You slung your bag over your shoulder and left the classroom, moving hastily towards Gryffindor. You knew Fred wouldn’t judge you and would actually teach you, that’s why you had asked him in the first place. But would he pity you for barely knowing anything at all?

By the time you got to the tower, it was pouring outside. There was the usual chatter and rough housing in the common room, but your failure to spot Fred had you climbing the stairs to his dorm. You were frustrated and cold and you just wanted to be near your best friend.

When you opened the door after a hurried knock, you were happy to see only Fred in the room. He was laying on his bed reading his book.

"Hi Y/N," he greeted, looking up from his book. "How was class?" You huffed as you moved towards his closet, pulling his hoodie out and slipping it on over your head.

"It was terrible," you pouted, coming over to his bed. Fred put his book down and opened his arms to you. You fell gladly into his chest.

"Why was it terrible love?" Fred mumbled into your hair. You groaned and buried yourself deeper into him.

"It's just..." you hesitated, always losing the courage to talk about stuff like this.

"Is it about yesterday?" Fred asked, his hand petting the back of your head. He always knew what you were thinking and you were relieved that he had caught on.

"Yes," you fussed, sitting up from his grasp. Fred huffed out a chuckle and followed suit. "It's just that, I can't stop thinking about it, y'know?"

"Oh, I know," Fred mumbled. You continued on with your ramblings.

"It's like I'm in class and I'm just distracted," you explained, your hands gesturing wildly. "And my underwear has been wet for hours. How do I make it stop?" Fred swallowed and dropped his gaze to your skirt.

"Darling, it's not something you can just stop," Fred explained, his eyes coming back up to yours. "Your body just wants more." You pursed your lips as you pondered this for a second, listening to the rain pelt against the window. Maybe you really did want more...

"I want to go all the way," you declared, sitting up straight and nodding your head. Fred couldn't help but smiled at your naivety.

"You want to go 'all the way'?" Fred chuckled, teasing your choice of words. He found this entire situation charming.

"Yes," you huffed defiantly. "I want you to have sex with me." Fred chuckled in disbelief and ran his hands through his hair. Your bold innocence made his head spin.

"It's going to hurt," Fred warned, trying his best to properly inform you before you made the decision to lose your virginity. He wouldn't be able to say no to you.

"Okay," you nodded, your fingers playing with the hem of your sock. "What else?"

"You might bleed," he said. "And it might not feel good at all this time." Your brows furrowed.

"But everybody says sex feels amazing?" You questioned, tilting your head. Freds half smile made you heart skip. That was new.

"It does," he chuckled, his eyes falling to your lips for a moment. "But it might be uncomfortable your first time. Especially with me,” he teased. You rolled your eyes at his insinuation and he laughed again. "I'm serious, Y/N. I don't want you to do something you don't want to do." This was clearly the wrong thing to say as you leaned forward to roughly grasp his shoulders.

"Fred, I want this. I want to know what it feels like and there's nobody else on this entire planet I trust more than you," you stated, gripping his shoulders as he watched your declaration.

"Well if I'm going to fuck you we need to kiss first," he grinned cheekily, watching the heat rise up to your cheeks.

"Oh, shut the fuck up," you huffed, finding the courage to lean forward to kiss him. He laughed into the kiss but gladly gripped your hips in return, his mouth moving in tandem. You kissed him greedily, your body moving on its own. Fred swept you onto your back, crawling over your without breaking the kiss. Within seconds, he had taken the control back from you, his kiss melting away your sudden burst of courage. He clearly knew what he was doing and you didn't put up a fight for dominance. The ache in your core surged as his knee pried open your legs, causing a moan to leave your lips. You felt more confident this time, less embarrassed of your noises of ecstasy as Fred's knee applied a much needed pressure to your cunt. You let your hands grip his hair, then run down his back. You felt him groan and it made you want to do it again. You were surprised at your self assurance, and even more surprised that you seemed to have to same effect on Fred that he had on you. His teeth bit softly into your neck in a change of pace.

"Fred," you moaned instinctively, you back arching off the mattress against your will. He didn't stop, instead tearing off your sweatshirt. This prompted the two of you to hastily take off all your clothes, only stopping to laugh when your hand accidentally whacked Fred in the face. The laughter faded as he came forward again, this time kissing you with such tenderness, you thought you were melting back into the mattress.

Fred was hopeless; he had been ruined since yesterday. He knew from the moment he kissed you that he'd been a complete fool. All day he'd been trying to convince himself otherwise, that he didn't harbor any romantic feelings towards you and you were still just his bestfriend. He wasn't going to bother lying to himself any longer. He was hopelessly in love with you.

His kiss began to trail down your neck again, then to your breast, then down your navel. Fred wanted to devour you. He wanted to watch as you came again for him. It drove him crazy that he was the only person to watch you unravel.

"F-Fred," you breathed, your hands tugging at his hair. "What are you doing?" His brown eyes peered up at you as he pressed his mouth into your thigh, making your hips buck.

"Before you have sex, we need to get you nice and wet for me darling," he breathed, kissing closer to your cunt. His fingers ran up your slit and you shivered. "Although, it doesn't seem like you need much help." You didn't have time to respond before he pressed a kiss into your clit, effectively sucking the rest of the air out of your lungs. You shuddered repeatedly as he licked gently on your sensitive clit. It felt so different from his fingers, so wet and warm. It took you a moment in your daze to realize he was moaning into your pussy, greedily lapping at your clit and pushing his tongue inside you. Fred wasn't even trying to hold himself back, his arms wrapping underneath you thighs and pulling you into his face. You tried to press him off of you, embarrassed at how close he was to you heat, but his grip won over you. His tongue lapped in circle, his gentle suck and kiss pulling terrible noises from your mouth. With every movement, the pressures built up inside you, sensation washing over you as you rocked your hips against his tongue. It felt like only a minute had passed when the tightness in your core suddenly snapped.

"Oh, fuck-" you cried as you came unexpectedly onto his tongue, the waves of intense pleasure taking away your ability to breathe. He sighed deeply as he lapped it all up, his grip not loosening for a second. It was only when he felt your legs kicking and your needy pleas for him that he gave one last gentle kiss to you clit. You stared at him breathlessly, unsure of what to say after you just came all over your bestfriends face. Luckily for you, Fred didn't miss a beat.

"You taste so fucking good," Fred praised, kissing up your stomach as you caught your breath. “You’re so good at this Y/N. Did that feel good?" He asked, coming up to hover over your face and brush the sweaty strands of hair off your face. You nodded shyly as you breathed, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss. He chuckled as he accepted your kiss before saying, "Use your words, darling."

"Yes," you panted, pulling the back of his head down towards you. "That felt so good, Freddie." Fred groaned as his mouth came down to savor your kiss. You stayed like this for a while, kissing as Fred gently pressed his hips into yours. After a while, your hips began to rock with his, naturally moving with the rhythm he had set. There was nothing between the two of you besides his thin boxers, and you could feel his hard length rubbing against you. Occasionally, his tip would catch your entrance, and the pressure made the both of you groan.

"I'm ready," you mumbled into his lips, the two of you unable to break your kiss. He hummed into your lips and kissed you hard for a few more second before he pried himself off of you. He kneeled over you, freeing himself from his boxers with a slap. Your mouth parted slightly at the sight of him, and you were starting to believe him when he said it might hurt. His smile was more adoring than teasing as he watched you gape at his size. You watched breathlessly as he stroked himself a few times before coming back over you.

"Are you sure?" He asked once more, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, spreading your slickness. You weren't sure you could even speak as you watched him do this, you were mesmerized.

"Yes," you breathed, you gaze coming back up to his. His eyes searched your face for any hesitation, and when he found none, he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Just tell me if you want to stop," he soothed, brushing your fallen hair behind your ear. You nodded and tightened your grip on the back of his neck. He pressed a kiss to your lips and pushed himself inside of you.

Fred felt like an idiot as he exhaled into the kiss, his thumb rubbing gently across your cheek. He couldn't believe he didn't realize how much he liked you, how much he loved you. He wanted to swallow you whole. He wished that you knew how much this meant to him, but he knew you were too distracted to be thinking about anything else but his cock inside your tight pussy for the first time. Fuck.

"How does it feel, love," Fred asked, his voice nothing but a raspy whisper. You buried your face into his neck and whined.

"Just keep going," you whispered. "Please." Fred tried not to groan at your pleading as he pulled back again. He knew it must hurt for you, you were so tight. It was taking everything inside of him not to groan uncontrollably and push himself fully inside of you, you felt so good. His lips fell to your neck and left soothing kisses as he pushed himself into you again, this time going deeper. He felt your breath hitch into his neck as your eyes clamped shut. Fred's fingers gripped the sheets for his life.

"Just one more, darling. You’re doing so good," Fred muttered, pulling back gently once more. You nodded into his neck, making some sort of noise of assurance. With a final push, Fred bottomed out and let out an irrepressible moan. You cried again, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt his full length. He stayed like this for a moment, his lips encouraging you to return his kiss. You obliged and felt yourself relax, the feeling of his lips against yours softening your face. After a moment you let out a soft moan, the fullness inside of you finally satisfying what you thought would be a never ending ache. You moaned again into his kiss, this time louder as he became less controlled, his mouth eagerly devouring your own.

"It feels better now," you whispered into the kiss. Fred hummed and began to move with small and gentle pumps, letting you get used to his size. Fred's fingers were losing circulation as he gripped the bedsheets in an attempt to control himself from fucking you senseless. He fit perfectly inside you, and your breathy whimpers and pants were sending him over the edge. He made a critical mistake by pulling back to watch you as he picked up his pace, your watery eyes and swollen lips looked like heaven.

"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted, fully moving with his entire length at this point. "I'm not going to last long." You didn't seem to be able to form any coherent words besides your whines so you just nodded instead, overwhelmed by the unexpected knot forming in your stomach. He watched your eyes as he thrust into you over and over again, the pleasure on your face growing with each movement. His hand gripped your waist as he drove himself into you at his full capability for the final few thrusts. He couldn't help himself and from the noises you were making, you seemed to enjoy it. "Fuck," Fred whispered as he pulled out of you, pumping his cock a few times as he came on the sheets next to you. You watched in awe as he spurted hot liquid onto the bed, some of it falling onto the side of your hips. It made you buck you hips as the emptiness began to creep up, his warm cum dripping teasingly down your side. Fred finished and promptly smothered you in kisses, the two of you groaning as you rode out the last moments of euphoria with each other. Breathless and spent, Fred rolled off of you and pulled you in his chest.

"Are you okay, my love?" He asked, kissing the top of your head and your ears and your cheeks. You giggled and sighed into his kisses, coming up to place one onto his lips.

"Yes," you sighed. "More than okay." Fred smiled and huffed out a laugh, burying his face into you neck as his arms pulled you in tighter. You both sighed contentedly and rested like this for a moment, wetness and warmth in between your bodies.

"We need to get you cleaned up," Fred hushed, reaching over to his bedside to grab his wand. He quickly cleaned up the bed before moving to you, carefully casting the proper charms to get you clean before doing himself. "You should definitely use the bathroom soon and shower before you go to sleep tonight, love." Fred pressed a kiss to your lips again before pulling his sweatshirt over your head and finding you a fresh pair of his boxers to slip up your legs before pulling his sweats back on.

"Mmm," you groaned, closing your eyes and falling back onto his pillow. You were sapped. Fred chuckled and came to join you again, wrapping himself around you.

"Are you listening, love?" Fred teased, rubbing your back with his soft and sturdy hands.

"Mmm," you hummed again, burying yourself deeper into his chest, relishing in his comfort. He huffed out a laugh and buried himself back into your neck.

"Well, I'm getting you up in a moment to use the bathroom," he said, pressing a kiss into the fabric on your shoulders. "And you're not getting out of it. I'm not going to succumb to your cute little noises." You murmured again into his chest and smiled when this made him laugh.

"Can we do this again?" You asked quietly, almost hoping he hadn't heard you. He chortled at your question.

"Yes. Yes, we can do this again."

[wcnderlnds]

taste | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

BIGBANG APRIL CHALLENGE - APRIL 1ST

・❥・ summary: there's only one bed, he's your boss who you just happen to have a huge crush on so what happens when you get jealous seeing him having to kiss someone? ・❥・word count: 2.6k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. oral (f & m receiving ), swearing, female reader. ・❥・ authors note: hi this is day one of the bigbang challenge. pls excuse this if its awful. i may have been out of my depth and it took me all day to write.

It wasn’t like you’d meant for it to happen. It had been the furthest thing from your mind when he’d offered you the job many years ago but time was a funny thing. The more time you spent with Seunghyun, the more you began to see him in a different light. The kind of way that you definitely shouldn’t think about him in but you couldn’t help yourself. He made it so hard with his dazzling smile, his insane sense of humour and not to mention how unfairly gorgeous he was.

So, yeah, maybe you were a little bit in love with your boss.

Seunghyun had asked you to be his manager when he first started out. The two of you had gone to school together, sitting next to each other in classes often so he knew how smart you were. He also knew you were incredibly determined so at his young age, he figured that was someone he needed on his team. He had been correct, of course. You had been the right person for the job. Nobody could wrangle Seunghyun like you. For some reason, you were the only person that he listened to. It was all well and good but it didn’t help the feelings that you started to harbour for him.

Each time you saw him or he looked at you, your stomach would flip, hoping that maybe he would look at you the way you looked at him. Had he noticed? Maybe not. You’d always teasingly flirted with each other (yet another thing that didn’t help the whole feelings thing), it was part of your daily routine at this point. Where was the line between professional and friendship? Neither of you knew it. Seunghyun often treating you like you weren’t his employee and he wasn’t paying you to look after him. It was often times like today where you had to remind yourself that first and foremost he was your boss.

There he was, sunglasses covering up his gorgeous brown eyes as he tugged your bags into the elevator, mumbling to himself about the mistake the hotel had made. Seunghyun began filming for Tazza later that day so all he wanted to do was relax for an hour or two while he could but no, they’d messed up the rooming reservations. Now, maybe it was unusual that you shared a room with twin beds but neither of you seemed to care. This hotel, however, had mistakenly booked you a room with just one bed. No matter how much you’d argued it, they were fully booked up so they couldn’t find another room for one of you.

So, there you were, stuck with just one bed.

Seunghyun pushed the door open to the suite, instantly throwing himself down on the couch. His sunglasses now perched atop his head, his gaze following you as you checked around the place.

“I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed,” he said simply.

“Yeah, no. You’re the one that needs the rest so I’ll take the couch,” your voice was firm, eyebrow raised almost challenging him to fight you on it. This was Seunghyun so of course he did.

“You’re cute but no. I can’t have you sleeping on the couch, I’d feel terrible. So, suck it up. I’m couch bound, you’re bed bound.” His arms stretched out along the back of the couch, a tiny hint of a smile on his face at the pout on yours. “Nope, not going to work this time, princess.”

You stood directly in front of him now with your arms folded across your chest, pout still plastered on your face. Usually that would make him cave but he seemed very determined today. You were about to give in knowing this could go on all day between you both — stubbornness a trait you shared — when an idea struck you. “Let’s just share the bed.”

He tilted his head to look at you, almost as if trying to read if you were serious or not. Deciding you were, he gave a simple nod of his head. “Yeah, okay, if you’re sure.”

It was decided. You were sharing the plush double bed. It was either going to be the best or worst decision you’d ever made.

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The day had been a disaster. Everything had been going fine until the second Seunghyun had stepped on set. It had nothing to do with him — he was perfect like always, it was all on you. Seeing him there in the white button up shirt half undone, tie lose as he had to repeadetly make out with his co-star made you burn with jealousy. The twisting feeling in your stomach every time his lips met hers made you want to vomit. You had to clench your fists at your sides, occasionally looking away before you did something stupid. The only thought running through your head was ‘that should be me.’

It was ridiculous; the rational part of your brain told you that. It’s not like actively wanted to kiss her, he was just doing his job. That didn’t stop the rage from burning inside you. Unfortunately, the only person you could take it out on was Seunghyun himself.

You had snapped at him when he’d asked you a question, ignored him when he tried to seek you out. It was childish but you didn’t know how else to protect your feelings and hide your emotions. Thankfully, he’d given up, taking the hint that you were in a bad mood. That was at least until you were in bed.

There you were lying on your side of the bed, back facing Seunghyun’s side so you didn’t have to look at him. Your usual nighttime attire of a baggy shirt and shorts adorned your body. Seunghyun side, getting into his side of the bed. Usually he’d wear his full pyjama set but it was a warm day so instead he’d just opted for a shirt and some grey sweatpants that hung loosely on his waist.

“You can’t ignore me forever.”

His deep voice so close to you sent a shiver down your spine. As much as you wanted to turn and look at him, you couldn’t. “I can.”

He scoffed, his hand gently reaching out your shoulder to roll you to face him. You turned around so you were facing him, the look of concern on his face making you feel bad until he spoke. “You know I’m your boss. It’s your job to make sure that I’m taken care of, it’s your job to help me and today you’ve been acting like a spoiled brat. I should give you a warning.”

“Really, Seunghyun? You’re going to try and give me this talk while you’re in bed next to me. Super professional.”

“I figured since you don’t know how to be professional, this would be the perfect setting,” he shot back, never one to back down. It was like a war, to see which one caved first but Seunghyun finally did, his voice softer now. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It doesn’t matter. Goodnight, Seunghyun.” You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“It matters and as your boss, I’m ordering you to talk to me so spit it out,” his voice his stern, embarrassingly turning you on.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Fine.” Before you could realise what was even happening, Seunghyun had you underneath him, his body pressing on top of yours as he held both your hands in his above your head. “Stop being a brat and tell me. I can stay like this all night.”

With him on top of you like this, it was hard to think. Every dirty, depraved thought you’d ever had about him coming to the forefront of your mind. His gaze was intense, the grip on your hands not tight so you could easily pull free but did you even want to? With a sigh and an embarrassing lilt to your voice, you finally spoke. “I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” Seunghyun’s eyes shone with confusion until it hit him, a cocky little smirk gracing his features. “Because I was kissing someone?”

“Yes,” you mumbled, turning your eyes away from him.

“So, you decided to throw a tantrum and act like a brat because you’re jealous that I had to kiss someone for work?” He pulled one of his hands back, using his thumb and index finger to grasp your jaw, turning you to face him. “Answer the question.”

“Yes, sir,” you couldn’t help yourself. The second you uttered the words ‘sir’ you saw his entire demeanour change, the desire swirling in his eyes.

“Then all you had to do was say.”

There was barely any time to register what was happening before his lips were on yours. His lips were eager, tongue tracing along your mouth, begging for entrance. You more than happily obliged, parting your lips and tangling your tongue with his. It was better than you could have even imagined. The way he hungrily claimed your mouth was better than you could have dreamed off. In his haste to kiss you, he had realised your hands which had now found their way to his hair, running through the dark locks. You gently tugged on them, Seunghyun groaning into your mouth.

“Not very professional now, huh, sir?” You teased, mumbling against his lips as you pulled apart for air.

“You’re the one that’s practically begging for it,” Seunghyun leaned in to whisper in your ear. Lost in his lips, you hadn’t realised his hand was now inside your shorts, his fingers ghosting over the edge of your panties. “I bet if take these sweet little panties off, you’ll be soaking.”

“Why don’t you find out then?”

He needed no more encouragement, his hands quickly ridding you of your shorts. He looked at the wet patch on your panties, feeling his cock twitch and harden. It filled him with some sense of pride that he’d been the one to bring you to this state, you were this wet because of him. His fingers rubbed soft circles on your clothed pussy, his lips finding yours once again. It was hard not to buck your hips into his hand, the kiss growing more and more heated by the second.

Somehow, you managed to catch a moment of weakness in Seunghyun’s resolve, moving so that he was beneath you now. You straddled his hips, the hardness of his length pressing against your core. Teasingly, you grinned your hips against him, pressing soft kisses against the skin of his neck. He moved his head a little, allowing you more access. Your teeth grazed against his pull point, a breathy groan slipping past his lips as his hips bucked up into yours.

You pulled back, hands sliding up his shirt to feel the bare skin of his chest. “Hmm, didn’t you say that as your employee I should help you out?”

“Mhm,” Seunghyun hummed, his hand has found their way to your hips, pilling you back and forth against his clothed erection. “Might even get yourself employee of the month.”

With a wicked grin, you slid down his body, tugging his sweatpants and boxers off. His thick cock sprang free, the sight only fuelling the wetness pooling between your legs. You took him in one of your hands, thumb swiping across the reddening tip, rubbing the pre cum that had begun to form there. Seunghyun almost whimpered, his hips bucking up — he was at your mercy, desperate for more. Slowly, you began to pump his length, stroking him from tip to base, squeezing occasionally. It was so tempting that you leaned down, tongue ready to taste him when he moved. It was almost like the speed of light that he flipped you around, your face facing his cock, your hips almost but straddling his face.

“Fuck that. If you’re getting a taste, so am I.” His long fingers slid your panties to the side, his finger teasing along the slit. “Don’t be shy, baby. Put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Yes, sir.” You leaned forward, tongue swiping across the slit of his tip. Seunghyun moaned, wasting no time in pulling your hips flush against his mouth. His tongue flattened, licking a long stripe along your pussy. He groaned at the sweet taste of you, finding your clit. He flicked his tongue quickly against you, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud. The obscene sound of him feasting on your soaked pussy was one of the most erotic things. It was like you were entranced, too focused on what his magical tongue to realise you were supposed to be sucking his dick. Luckily, Seunghyun was more than ready to remind you. His hand found your head, roughly (but in the sexiest way imaginable) pushing your head down onto his aching length. You sucked on the tip, his moan muffled as his tongue dipped inside you. It was on instinct that you started grinding against his face, Seunghyun’s hands on your hips to encourage you to grind on his face.

It was hard to focus but you were determined to bring him the same pleasure. You took him fully in your mouth now, fitting as much of him in as you could. Your cheeks hollowed out, tongue flattening against the underside of him as you slid your mouth down. A steady rhythm was set. Your lips moving up and down his cock, his mouth eating you out like it was his last meal.

Seunghyun bucked his hips up as you took him in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag. You heard a muffled ‘oh fuck’ as you held him there for as long as you could before pulling back for air. You worked your hand furiously against him, spitting on his length to help ease him back into your throat. You wanted to impress him, take him nice and deep. As you were about to take him in your mouth again, you felt him suck harshly against your clit.

“Seunghyun. Fu- Oh, god, I’m close.” Your hips moved wilding against his mouth now, chasing your high with your whiny voice echoing off the hotel room walls.

“Me too,” he said, redoubling in his efforts. You took him back into your mouth, taking him all the way in to hit the back of your throat. Seunghyun couldn’t help it, he didn’t mean to but the exquisite feeling of being so deep in your mouth made his hips buck up. The choking sound you made was his undoing, his hand tangling in your hair as he held you in place. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby. You better swallow every fuckin’ drop.”

That’s when you felt it, spurt after spurt of his hot, thick come pulsing down your throat. You swallowed what you could, unable to really think when your own orgasm crashed over you. If his cock wasn’t stuffed in your mouth, you were sure you’d be screaming his name right now.

Finally, Seunghyun’s hand pulled off your head allowing you to pull off him. You moved off his face, turning around so you could see him. Seeing his mouth glistening with your essence was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen, the smirk he wore only adding to that factor. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sitting up slightly. His finger swiped at the corner of your mouth, collecting the bit of his seed that you hadn’t managed to swallow. He pushed his fingers in your mouth, your tongue licking them clean.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he chuckled exhausted, lying back. His arm wrapped around you to pull you tightly against his chest.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

A comfortable silence fell between you as you basked in the afterglow of your releases. Seunghyun’s hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, your eyes fluttering closed until you heard his deep voice rumble. “So…. jealous, huh?”

He really wasn’t going to let you live that down.

challenge taglist: @ldydeath @infinetlyforgotten @loveesiren @sevendaysummer @gdinthehouseee @eru-vande @bluesunss @emmiesoverthemoon @petersasteria @currentloser @makeitworse @berfgrimm @sherxoo @aizshallnotbefound @keiraryan

[cvnntagious]

♱ ⋮ 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⸝⸝

all my fratboy!chris blurbs, fics, and wips : here

fuckboy!matt ver. here

⇢ SFW

✱ fratboy!chris who, of course, met you at a party his fraternity threw and instantly decided you were comin' up to his room at some point, even if it wasn't gonna happen that night

" y'look good "

" me? "

" yeah, you— wa's y'name? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's known all too well by girls at boston university, though, despite contrary belief, he doesn't actually entertain most of them... guess you got lucky?

✱ fratboy!chris who's BU's resident dealer, known by every fiend on campus and more

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't fuck with relationship labels whatsoever

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't mess with anyone else, and doesn't want you to either, even though you guys aren't really 'dating'

✱ fratboy!chris who has no problem letting everyone know you're his with pride

✱ fratboy!chris who would rather focus on his lacrosse career than "some shitty college romances", or at least that's how he explains it to you

" and why are you telling me this? "

" jus' thought y'should know... i'on want you gettin' any funny ideas about what we got goin' on here "

✱ fratboy!chris who avoids any conversations about the future, or anything that requires him to even think about committing

✱ fratboy!chris who constantly needs you with him, whether he's just lounging around, at practice/games, or out making moves. ironic, isn't it?

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't call you anything but mama, not even ma, no matter the occasion

" y'see how crazy you're bein' right now? mama, m'jus sittin' here, see? can't stand when y'do allat whinin' shit "

" don't call me mama right now, chris, i'm done with all your fake nonchalant ass games "

✱ fratboy!chris who, even with being admired for his outgoing and charming personality, has such a rotten temper, especially when things don't go his way

✱ fratboy!chris who always says what's on his mind - to you, his friends, random people, anyone - even if it's completely unnecessary

✱ fratboy!chris who absolutely relishes in the respect he has from not only his peers, but the staff as well. humble's simply not a word in his world

⇢ NSFW

✱ fratboy!chris who's big and knows how to use it

✱ fratboy!chris who favors doggy, but can also get down with some rough missionary

" nah, s'okay mama... we'll switch it up tonight, don't worry "

✱ fratboy!chris who likes giving, but loves receiving. the image of your lips wrapped around his length is what helps him to sleep at night

✱ fratboy!chris who's a huge hair puller and thigh slapper (as well as occasional cheek squeezer)

✱ fratboy!chris who will take any opportunity he possibly can to either roll up or puff his joints while you use him

✱ fratboy!chris who makes sure to leave marks. usually where only you two can see, but if he feels like a guy's paying too much attention to you, he'll mark you on your neck or something for him to see

" chris, it's so obvious. how am i even gonna cover this up? "

" don't cover it. i'd like to see m'try an' get in your pants again when he sees allat "

" he literally asked for the material in our class..? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's almost always down for trying something new, but isn't usually one to suggest it

✱ fratboy!chris who loves when you praise him, even if it's unintentional. simple things like "so big," or "so good," really get him going

" yeah, s'good? y'wan more of that good shit? "

✱ fratboy!chris who, to no surprise, is horrible at aftercare.

a/n : i fear this took a lot longer than i thought it would to make... but i'll be making at least one of these for each of my au's since a) i'm unmotivated/don't have time to actually write, and b) want to develop the characters (and some of their pairings) further

-love, grandma cvnty ☆!

[dollyfetti]

Heyy sweet stuff💋

Saw your post telling us to flood your inbox, so I thought maybe you could do a katsuki x curly haired reader!

since the beginning of UA, katsuki has always been distracted by reader's curly hair. You couldn't waterboard this information out of him but he often imagines what it's like to twirl one of her long soft ringlets around his finger, he wonders what the wash day process is like, and he thinks reader looks cute with her bright pink bonnet on when she walks around the dorms

There was even one time when he very coolly wrapped his arm around readers' shoulders to twirl her hair around his fingers on the other side of her face while she spoke (UGH THIS IS SO ATTRACTIVE TO ME😩😩😩)

You can make it vague about what type (3 or 4) she has but I have type 3b and 3c curls and I was feeling self indulgent writing this lmao

Love youuuu!!

OHHHHH MYYYY DONT EVEN TELL ME THIS BC I WILL GO CRAZY‼️‼️ i also have a mix of 3b and 3c hehehe, but i’ll keep it vague !! UGHH omg i love ur brain the shoulder thing stawp!!!!! he’s so silly 😋

saturday was always your favorite day of the week. the spring sunlight shines through the common room windows, spilling into the room with radiance and comfort. you’re sitting in the common room, legs tucked under you, casually scrolling through pinterest with a content ease, music lightly humming from a different app. weekend mornings mean half the class is either knocked out in their rooms, or out and about during their free time.

your hair’s down now, loose curls spilling over your shoulders in defiant little spirals after you tugged off your bonnet. katsuki knows that bonnet well— he’s seen it in almost every shade of lighting, wrapped around your head like a crown at night, or slipping off in the mornings when you drag yourself into the kitchen still half asleep. you've always look stupid cute with it on, not that he'd ever say something about it.

he sits across the room, supposedly doing something with his phone, but his eyes keep drifting to you— well, your hair. the way it catches the gorgeous daylight, and the way it bounces a little every time you shift.

in fact, he can't stop staring, awkwardly enough. it's not that he's never noticed your pretty hair before, of course he has! but not like this, when there's not much product in it, and it's still unruly from sleep. it's attractive. too attractive.

eventually, like he can’t take it anymore, he gets up, crosses the room, and drops onto the plush couch next to you without a word.

"hii," you smile sweetly, looking up from your cluttered pinterest board to katsuki's typical grumbly face while your legs bump into his as you shift to make room. he grunts, classically, in response.

not that he really needs to say anything anyway, he already knows you're about to start your day by rambling to him about "something soo cute!!" or "a really funny video" you saw last night when he was asleep by 9 on a friday.

and like clockwork, you start. "oh! ohmygosh, suki, i saw this thing last night-"

he hums as you begin to babble, nodding along like usual and letting your voice wrap around him like it belongs there. but then out of nowhere, and without even looking at you— he stretches his arm out along the back of the couch, like he just happens to be close enough to slide his hand around your shoulders and rest it on the other side of your neck, fingers brushing your curls. like it’s the most casual thing for him to do.

katsuki's fingers find one of the tighter curls near your opposite cheek, and starts idly twirling it around his finger. not rushed, not embarrassed, just quiet and confident, like this is something he’s done a hundred times before.

you tilt your head slightly with a small grin, his beefy arm resting atop your shoulders.

"what?" you giggle. he doesn’t stop twirling. of anything, his fingers slow down, like he’s savoring the feel of it.

"how the hell is it so soft?" he huffs, sounding more irritated than he means to.

you keep up your casual smile, even though his voice is right against your ear now.

"i take care of it!"

he grunts in acknowledgement, his eyes peering down to your screen. he dryly chuckles, shaking his head, fingers still boinging the curl up and down. "that shit looks like a migraine waiting to hap-"

"that's why i'm organizing them!" you cut him off with a swift chirp as you tilt your phone to face him more. "see, because i have all these in separate boards, but-"

and as you go back to yapping his ear off, he doesn’t move his arm. he finally lets the curl spring free, then tucks a loose piece behind your ear, fingers lingering a second longer than they should.

[pencil-n-pen]

hii! i hope you are doing well. i love your overworked series so much. it's very relatable to me on what the circumstances the reader is in and all i do eat the series all up(munch munch) how about like a study date for them? that would be cute

Hello honey !! Thank you so much for this request, I was so excited to write it <3 Hope you enjoy!

STUDY OR DATE

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summary: you ask Leon to go on a study date with you at a coffee shop. Things don’t go as planned, but work out just fine in the end.

cw: i think this qualifies as a drabble not a oneshot it’s short :( but sweet :) sorry some angst slipped in there, one of Leon’s ex friends says some kind of mean things about you but Leon comes to your defense, honestly that’s it this is pretty fluffy

a/n: i just know leon absolutley slams those frou frou coffee drinks. i say this as a frou frou coffee drink enjoyer

no the Baby I'm Yours reference was not intentional

masterlist | previous (not actually a SERIES series, just takes place in the same universe)

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It was you who proposed the idea of a study date.

"I think it might be nice," You'd said, staring at your shoes and shuffling in place as people file out of the last class of your day- the one you share with Leon. "I usually study by myself, but I think it would be good to... get out of my room, for a bit. Um. And then we could study together?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

This is one of his current favorite sentences. "Training you to stand your ground, princess. Nothing bad is gonna happen when you do."

You squeeze the strap of your backpack. "Telling...? But also asking, because I don't know if you're free."

"Even if I did have plans I would cancel them. Where were thinking of going?"

A burst of heat rises to your face. "That cafe? Near the east side of campus?"

He leans down, giving you a quick peck on the nose. "I think that's a great idea."

The walk to the cozy cafe isn't too long, but it is cold. You shamelessly use the winter chill as an excuse to cuddle up to Leon.

"As if you need one," He mumbles, squeezing you close to him.

When you arrive to the shop, the bell dinging signifying your entrance, Leon tugs at the backpack on your shoulder.

"Gimme that. I'll snag us a table that has outlets. Order something for me?"

You don’t have to look to know the hand in front of you has his credit card in it. And you know better than to refuse. He likes spending money on you, for whatever reason. You’re not complaining, really, it just eats at you a little bit. Just a little.

But it’s also really, really, really sweet. The kindness tends to override the guilt, in his case.

For yourself, you order exactly what you want- Leon has a second sense for when you order something that's for the sake of preserving money rather than what you actually want. You'd asked him once where his seemingly never-ending supply of money came from, but he'd just kissed you on the forehead and told you not to worry about it. You kind of still worry about it, but never enough for him to notice.

For Leon, you order exactly what he wants but will never admit to liking- an iced caramel macchiato. The way coffee shops like Starbucks make them, not the traditional way. More milk and sugar than coffee. It's funny watching him slug his way through black coffee with a splash of milk when you know for a fact the milky, sugary coffee drinks never last longer than about five minutes when they're in front of him.

The cafe isn't that crowded, so it doesn't take long for your drinks to be ready. You take them from the bar with a thanks, then slide into the table Leon snagged for you.

His eyes catch on the drink.

"What is that?"

"An iced caramel macchiato."

"And why, exactly, did you order that for me?"

"Because you like them."

"No I-"

"Don't even pretend."

He takes the drink with a grumble, but reaches across the table and squeezes your hand once, a quiet thank you.

You take a sip of your own drink, then take your supplies out of your backpack and get to work.

You work fairly quietly, Leon occasionally sliding random snacks he, apparently, just keeps with him across the table to you. At one point, he gets up and returns with a plate that has a few of the pastries you were eyeing earlier on it. How he even knew exactly which ones you wanted is a mystery to you.

An hour or so after he gets the pastries, the bell dings, signifying someone's entrance.

"No way! Leon, is that you?"

Leon's face twists into something sour and angry, and a small stab of apprehension slices through your chest as the voice is accompanied by approaching feet.

"Josh," Leon says evenly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Haven't seen you in awhile. On purpose."

You turn, eyeing the man that's standing behind you, a few other guys standing a little ways behind him, all leering for a glance.

The Josh in question just laughs. "Oh, whatever Leon," His gaze catches on your face and his eyes widen.

"No way. Are you seriously here with the pretentious--"

"You mean my girlfriend?" Leon leans forward in his seat, his jaw set and his fists clenched where they rest on the table. "Be very careful about your next words."

Girlfriend?

Josh blinks. "I meant nothing by it, man. I'm just surprised to see you here with her, is all."

Leon looks absolutely murderous. "And why would that be?"

"Just because, you know. We always talked about how annoying her attitude was. And that rivalry thing you guys had."

"I remember ditching you guys when you started ragging on her, yeah. Fuck off, Josh."

Josh raises his hands. "Jeez, okay man. I was just surprised. You're seriously choosing that girl over us?"

"This woman, yes. We were never friends like that. Forgive me if I prefer being with someone who doesn't make me consider the legality of finishing a college degree in prison."

Josh seems upset by Leon's statement, but Leon holds his ground. He jerks his head towards the rest of the gaggle. "Go."

Josh scampers away, metaphorical tail between his legs.

Leon immediately turns to you, brows furrowed in concern and body un-tensing. "Are you okay? Did he upset you? Do I need to kill him?"

You blurt out the first and only thing you got from that entire exchange.

"I'm your girlfriend?"

He re-tenses.

"Do you... not want to be?"

"No!" You shout, a little too loudly, because Josh and his friends look back over, but the ensuing glare from you and Leon is enough for them to look away so quickly you think you hear Josh’s neck pop.

"No," you say quietly, "I um. I'd really like to be your girlfriend. I just. I didn't know what we were."

He gets that fond look in his eyes again. The one he gets before he says something sappy.

"Baby," He says, reaching across the table and grabbing your hand. "I"m yours. I mean that. I didn't formally ask you out because I figured you wanted to take things slow."

"I did. At first."

He smiles. "Then princess, my princess, may I please be your boyfriend?"

You can't help the giddy giggle the escapes your mouth. "Yes."

"Oh thank god," He says, wiping fake sweat off his brow. "It would've been awkward to have a heart attack and die in this cafe."

"That seems a bit extreme."

"Not really. Have you seen my girlfriend? Cardiac events are a normal reaction, I assure you."

You don't get much studying done for the rest of the day.

--

After that, there is a noticeable increase in study dates and date-dates. Leon is weirdly good at picking date spots and ideas.

The first time he introduces you as his girlfriend at a party, Ada shouts so loudly you think she might burst someone's eardrum. Your roommates all squeal with excitement when you tell them.

Chris, being Chris, says "Weren't you already dating?" when Leon tells him the news. That seems to be the general consensus.

You're on another study date right now, Leon's face doing that cute little scrunch thing when he's thinking about a math problem, and you set your pencil down just to stare at him.

He's your boyfriend.

You're his girlfriend.

He looks up at you, chewing on the end of his pencil. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No," You say, a little breathless. "M' just looking at my boyfriend."

He grins, leaning across the table to give you a kiss, soft and slow.

You're normally not one for PDA.

But maybe you'll allow it. For your boyfriend.

ᯓ✦

[katelynnwrites]

Here’s To Hoping You’re Worth All My Time (I Hope You’re Worth My Time) | Lea Schüller

warnings: some swear words, description of migraines in detail

word count: 4451

summary: five months after you and lea break up, you’re convinced you’ll never cross paths with her again. life has a funny way of bringing people back together though.

a/n: realised that if i want to read schülli fics, i have to write them so here we are 😊

The headache started somewhere in the middle of your third class.

Rather gingerly, you rub your temples and try to ignore the pulsing pain. Despite your best efforts, the pain continues to grow till it’s clear that you are going to have one of your full blown migraines.

You get migraines every so often but with have gotten better at managing them over the years. The combination of cutting out caffeine, medication and getting enough sleep have worked so that the truly bad ones, the kind that keeps you incapacitated for hours have become few and far between.

One hasn’t happened for a while and you suppose, with a wince that you were inevitably due for one.

Now that it’s happening though, it is all you can do to text your classmate and tell her you won’t be able to make the rest of your classes.

The bright glare of your phone screen makes your head ache more fiercely. With squinted eyes and more than some difficulty that you read her reply in which she hopes you feel better soon and that she will convey your apologies to the professors.

That being done, you try and fail to focus back on your current class. By the end of it, you are desperate to go home and just lie down with all the lights off.

Normally you would take the bus but today even the thought of it is too much. A ride sharing service would be the quickest way back to your apartment.

The ride itself passes in a blur, nausea has begun to affect you and you spend the twenty minutes back to your apartment concentrating on trying not to throw up.

When the driver drops you off at your apartment, you stutter out a quick thank you before you run up the stairs, taking it two at a time to get to your bathroom.

Just in time too because you gag uncontrollably, whatever is left of your breakfast coming up unpleasantly.

You stay beside the toilet, coughing until your stomach somewhat uneasily settles.

With watering eyes, you stand up shakily to rinse your mouth and then reach for the bottle of Eletriptan that usually sits on the shelf above your sink.

Except that your hand closes around nothing. Your migraine medication isn’t there.

You stare at the empty space uncomprehendingly until it hits you.

It’s at the place where you babysit. Sometimes the parents would pay you extra to stay overnight with their kids when they had late night work functions. Last week you’d stayed over and brought your medication over as a precaution.

The family is nice and you know they would have no problem bringing over your Eletriptan if you asked. The problem is that they are currently on vacation in France.

You can actually picture where you left your bottle of medication. On the counter of their guest bedroom.

Blinking back tears of frustration and pain, you bite your lip. You hadn’t gone through a migraine without medication in years. Especially not one as severe as this.

‘Fuck.’ You say out loud.

‘Fuck.’ You repeat and then do the only thing you can do.

Going into the kitchen, you get a glass of water and take it into your bedroom.

Thankfully, the blinds are already closed so you don’t have to deal with the bright sunlight making your head hurt more than it currently is.

You manage two sips of water and then toe off your shoes, collapsing into bed.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you exhale and inhale, slowly counting to a hundred and then eventually to five hundred.

Everything is okay, you attempt to convince yourself as you start counting from one again.

You ignore the fact that even with your pills, your migraine usually takes an hour to subside. There’s no telling how long it will go on without the medicine.

Another deep breath in and out. Over and over again.

Somewhere in between, you briefly entertain the notion of going to a pharmacy and getting some over the counter migraine medicine instead. But none of that stuff has ever worked for you and even if you are distressed enough to try, you know you are in no condition to leave the house.

At the very least, the fierce ache in your head has not gotten worse. It isn’t better either though. It still feels like someone is stabbing you right between your eyes and god it hurts.

It’s nothing short of excruciating but there is nothing you can do except to keep your eyes closed, remind yourself to keep breathing through the pain and hope for the best.

Then you remember.

You have another bottle of Eletriptan. The one you left at Lea’s place.

Against your will, salty tears slip down your cheeks. Fucking hell.

It’s not as if you can get to it. You’re not able to go over and beg. Even if you are willing to go to that length, your pride would never allow it.

Lea had told you to get out. So you did. The end.

Besides, your ex is probably away for international break or an away game of sorts. The chances are high that she isn’t even in Munich right now.

That’s what you tell yourself as another agonising hour crawls by.

It’s been three hours since you first got back and you don’t know if you can take much more. A particularly harsh throb hits and that makes your decision for you.

With a weak sob, you cave and reach for your phone.

The brightness level is on the lowest setting but the sudden glare still has you scrunching your face in discomfort.

Finding Lea’s contact is as much as you hate it, easy. For some unknown reason, you hadn’t yet been able to bring yourself to delete it.

Tapping on it before you can second guess yourself, you put the call on speaker.

It rings and rings. To the point where you think she won’t answer.

Right when you are ready to admit defeat, a voice comes through, ‘Hello?’

‘Lea?’ You whisper.

‘No sorry, this is Obi. Lea’s not here right now. Can I take a message?’

You hesitate. You remember Obi, Lea’s brunette best friend. She’d been nice to you back when you were dating but telling her that you are practically pleading with Lea for your much needed medicine seems far too personal.

A few seconds of awkward silence pass and then there’s some muffled noise on the other end.

‘Hi it’s Lea. Sorry I took a bit.’

You don’t actually need her to introduce herself. The sound of her voice is etched in your memory, as clear as day.

Pausing again, you wonder if you should really do this. Lea could be stubborn and closed off sometimes but she had never been mean. As bad as things had ended between you both, there is surely no way that the striker’s changed so much that she would be cruel enough to withhold your medication.

That is, if she hadn’t simply thrown it away.

You’re taking too long to decide because the blonde tries again, ‘Hello? Is anyone there?’

‘It’s me.’ You softly answer.

‘Oh.’

She didn’t sound angry. Or annoyed. You’d take that.

‘I-I’m not interrupting anything am I?’

Your ex exhales quietly, ‘We’re kinda in the middle of a gym session.’

‘Sorry I wouldn’t be calling but I-I really need your help. It’s sort of an emergency.’

You wait for her to reply but nothing comes through.

Then rather steadily she asks, ‘What’s the emergency?’

Swallowing the last of your pride you say, ‘Um…Could you please run back to your place and get something for me?’

‘You want me to leave training the day before a big game to go back to my apartment and get something for you?’ Lea slowly states.

Wincing, you forget she can’t see you and nod. It sounds far worse when she puts it like that. Resignedly, you accept your fate of burying yourself back under your blankets and trying your hardest to sleep this migraine off.

‘You’re right. It’s stupid. I’m sorry for calling, I shouldn’t have asked. I’ll just-’

Lea cuts you off, ‘What is it?’

‘What?’

‘What do you need me to get?

You blink in surprise, ‘My Eletriptan. The migraine medication I take. I left a bottle of it at yours and um, never got it back. I don’t have another one presently and I need it.’

The forward lets out a breath and it is enough to have you wondering what the hell you are doing. Asking your ex that you had a far from amicable break up with, for a favour?

Quickly backtracking once more, you rush out, ‘It’s alright. You don’t have to. I’ll figure something out.’

‘No. It’s okay. You need it. I’m assuming you’re at home?’

‘Yeah.’ You breathe, hardly daring to believe your ears.

‘I’ll be there in half an hour. Lie down and close your eyes in the meantime.’

‘Okay.’ You manage.

It’s all you can get out.

Like Lea had requested, you stay laying down and let your eyes slip close.

They fly open again at the realisation that the blue eyed woman is actually coming over. Your apartment is in dire need of a good tidy up, the stress of the past few weeks, no doubt a factor into today’s pounding headache have left you behind in your cleaning.

Lea will definitely see the state of your place, a sharp contrast to her own which had always been neatly organised in the past. You think about getting up and trying to get rid of some of the mess but even the mere act of sitting up makes your head spin.

So you lie back down and keep your attention on breathing through the pain. The Bayern Munich player is just dropping off your bottle of pills. It’s not like she is going to stick around so why should you care?

Except that you do. You have always cared when it comes to Lea Schüller. Such is your weakness for her.

But any sort of movement has your body protesting so you have no choice but to stay very still, not moving from your spot as you drift in your own head. One deep breath in…and one deep breath out.

Till a soft, ‘Hey.’

You automatically try to sit up, a sharp whimper tumbling from your lips as the resulting pain shoots through your head.

Lea’s hand grabs onto your elbow, steadying you and she murmurs, ‘Take it easy. Just stay where you are alright?’

Forcing your eyes open, you take her in as best you can.

The same brilliant blue eyes, lean athlete’s build and shoulder length blonde hair. Still absolutely gorgeous.

You blink up at her and she asks, ‘How long have you been like this?’

It’s hard to think but you make an effort to do so.

‘Since two this afternoon?’

Lea’s eyes widen and she curses under her breath in her native language.

‘You’ve been like this for practically four hours?’

You make a poor attempt at shrugging, ‘Did you...?’

The striker snaps back into focus, ‘Course.’

She reaches into her jacket pocket and there in her hand, is a very precious bottle of prescription medication.

‘Two right?’ She asks even though she is already shaking the correct dosage out onto her palm.

You simply nod, struck speechless by the fact that she remembers.

The blonde makes sure you are sitting up and then carefully holds out your pills, along with the half drunk glass of water from your nightstand.

Staying upright just long enough to accept the medicine and swallow it with a mouthful of water, you soon lay back down amongst your pillows.

‘Thank you Lea.’ You hoarsely whisper.

‘You’re welcome.’ She says, with an expression you can’t quite place.

The pain in your head pulses but you know that is not the reason why you can’t read her because if you are being honest, she’s always been somewhat of a mystery to you.

Breathing in once, twice and then thrice, you realise that contrary to your earlier expectations, the German woman is not turning to leave right away.

‘I’m really sorry to have bothered you. I hope your game goes well tomorrow.’ You offer eventually.

Lea just keeps looking at you with that same indiscernible gaze.

After a long minute, she replies, ‘Thanks and it’s fine. We were doing my least favourite core workouts anyway.’

The striker glances down at her phone, obviously taking note of the time before she adds, ‘I should be getting back though. Obi can only cover for me for so long.’

‘Right. Sorry again to have pulled you away.’

Still, your ex doesn’t make any move to leave.

Instead, she twists the ring on her index finger around a few times and then says, ‘I’ll come back after the session to check on you. It shouldn’t take more than two hours.’

Your mouth drops open in shock.

‘You don’t need…It’s okay. Once the meds kick in, I’ll be alright. You know that.’

After all, this is not your first migraine that Lea’s experienced. When you were still together, she would put your head in her lap and run her fingers through your hair. It was soothing and calming and the tiny featherlight kisses she used to press to your forehead never failed to make you feel better.

But that was the past and well…you can hardly ask her to do that now.

‘No I do know. It’s just that…you look like shit.’

Lea’s words are blunt and she folds her arms across her chest, blue eyes seeming rather challenging as she continues, ‘You’re going to need actual food coming off this migraine and I’d bet you don’t have anything of the sort lying around here.’

You frown, thinking of the instant noodles that make up your pantry.

It’s the only answer your former girlfriend needs because she repeats more or less of what she’d verbalised earlier, in a tone that leaves no room for argument.

‘I’ll be back in less than two hours. In the meantime, try to sleep.’

Then she’s gone. Disappearing just as suddenly as she’d appeared.

Too exhausted to try and figure her and what the fuck has just happened out, you bury your head under a pillow to block it all out.

You know the drill now. To get through a bad migraine, you need to stay very very still. Any movement would do you no good.

Count to a hundred, breathing in and out all the while. Reach five hundred, reset your counting and keep taking in deep breaths.

It takes another hour but slowly, the Eletriptan begins to work. Little by little, the headache recedes till you’re able to slip into a fitful sleep at last.

******

When you wake, your room is much darker than it was earlier. Not even the tiniest hint of sunlight peeks through your blinds.

After a few minutes, you decide that the pounding in your head has subsided enough movement to become feasible once more.

Sitting up warily, you catch sight of the time displayed on your alarm clock.

Abruptly, you remember that Lea has said she was coming back.

Wide awake now, you stop only to throw on a hoodie before opening your bedroom door. Someone is definitely here, you can see that your kitchen light is on.

Before you even get halfway down the hall, you smell something amazing…and familiar.

At the doorway to your kitchen, you pause just to look at Lea for a long moment.

For a fraction of a second, you wonder if your migraine had been so bad that you are coming up with new symptoms like hallucinations.

Then you dismiss the thought because food has never smelt so good. Not even in your wildest dreams.

She’s standing with her back to you, stirring a pot of what must be stew, made from her mother’s recipe.

She used to make that for you when you’d had a long day. The ensuing rush of nostalgia has you bracing a hand against the wooden frame of the door.

Your former girlfriend hasn’t physically changed much in the five months you have been apart, bar the new tattoo on her arm. Dressed in Bayern’s signature red training outfit and with her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, she’s still all lean muscle, as tall and terribly attractive as she’s always been.

Now that your migraine has dulled, you are better able to appreciate exactly how stunning she is.

You watch her biceps flex as she begins to cut up some greens.

It was those well built arms that you had first fallen in love with. Not because of how fine a figure it gave her but because of how safe you had felt when she’d held you in them.

That’s all irrelevant now, swept to the side due to a more pressing issue. The one that is Lea Schüller standing in your kitchen.

Opening and closing your mouth, you manage to stutter out, ‘W-What are you doing?’

To her credit, the blonde doesn’t flinch.

Her voice is soft but sure when she answers without turning around, ‘Making dinner.’

‘I can see that…but why?’

‘Because you always feel like crap when you don’t have proper food coming off one of your migraines. The one you were having looked especially bad too.’

Two thoughts occur simultaneously. One, is Lea taking care of you? Two, what does this mean?

Detaching yourself from the kitchen doorway, you try to play off the way your heart rate is speeding up. Your head is spinning again, this time because of confusion instead of the headache.

‘You could have just dropped off takeout.’

Now, Lea deigns to look at you, stopping her cooking. Her eyes stay on you as she searches for something you don’t know.

She’s seemingly satisfied after a moment.

‘But I didn't, so here I am.’ She says evenly.

You don’t know how to answer that so you close the remaining distance to your little breakfast counter and take a seat there.

The German woman resumes her cooking and you find yourself questioning her ability to look so composed. How is she looking so at ease here, cooking stew in your kitchen, looking for all the world like the past five months hadn’t happened? Like you two had never broken up?

Neither of you speak again till dinner is ready.

You fetch bowls and spoons from your cupboard, Lea serves both portions.

Setting your bowl in front of you, the Bayern player sits down across from you for the first time in- well, five months.

Then she looks up, blue eyes that are as clear as crystals, meeting yours.

‘Lea…what are you really doing here?’ You barely audibly murmur.

The striker sighs, pushing her bowl away from her and leaning back into her seat.

‘The truth?’

After a long drawn out silence in which she runs her thumb along the handle of her spoon, a restless gesture of hers and you resist the urge to reach across the tabletop to soothe it, Lea admits, ‘I missed you.’

You let her words sink in, trying to work out how you feel about them. Lea had missed you. That means something doesn’t it? Do you want that to mean something?

The answer to that, is so obvious that you can’t lie to yourself. Of course you want it to mean something. You’ve missed Lea like crazy. Every single day since the split.

Your former girlfriend sets her spoon down, gaze downcast as she mumbles, ‘I should leave.’

‘No!’ You start to shake your head, then gasp at the pain that flares up when you do.

Massaging the sides of your temple, you say, ‘Please don’t go. Lea, I-I missed you too.’

A quiet puff of air leaves the blonde, ‘I wasn’t sure if you’d…moved on.’

‘From you?’ Your laugh comes out a touch bitter.

‘I didn’t. I couldn’t.’

Then a thought strikes you and you glance at the German woman furtively, ‘Did you move on?’

Lea blinks as if she had not expected you to ask.

‘I’m here aren’t I?’

Part of you wants to say, ‘Well…for five, nearly six months, you weren’t.’

The Bayern Munich player must sense it because she softens, ‘No. There hasn’t been anyone since. You’re…you. I don’t think there is any getting over you.’

You didn’t know how much you’d been afraid of a different answer till Lea said that. Actually, afraid doesn’t quite cover it, terrified would be a better description.

Relief courses through you so powerfully that you feel lightheaded with the intensity of it.

With how heavy the air is now, you force yourself to pick up your spoon and start on the stew. The last thing you need is to do something stupid like tell Lea you’re still head over heels in love with her.

The blonde takes the cue that you’re done talking for now and the only sound in the room is the clinking of spoons against the bowls.

As expected, the stew is delicious. It had always been your favourite even though Lea never made a meal that you didn’t like.

Like she knows you are thinking about her, the German woman glances up from her bowl, catching your eye and then smiling.

It’s a soft, gentle smile. Reminiscent of old times. Lea making you both dinner, Lea taking care of you after one of your migraines, Lea just being…there. Just constantly there, by your side and looking at you like she never wants to be anywhere else.

You wonder if this is going somewhere. Is this an olive branch or just closure?

Before you know it, your spoon is scraping the bottom of your bowl. The warmth and saltiness of the stew have done wonders and you feel much better.

Lea can see it too because she says, ‘There’s more in the pot if you’d like.’

With a small noise of thanks, you fill up your bowl with a second helping.

Sitting back down, you stir the stew around for a moment and watch the steam rise.

Tentatively, you ask, ‘How’s the football going?’

‘It’s good. The team is doing good. How’s university?’

‘Same. I’m just starting to look for job openings for after my graduation.’

Lea fiddles with her ring, ‘Are you still thinking about teaching?’

‘That’s lovely. It’ll suit you.’

‘I’m pretty sure I want to teach kindergarten.’ You elaborate.

The blonde nods, ‘That suits you too.’

You two fall silent again.

Biting your lip, you try to come up with something to say. It’s strange, almost sad how awkward things feel now. Once upon a time, you had been so comfortable with each other. You’d been open with Lea in ways you never had been with anyone else. It was mutual.

Have things changed so much? Is it possible for a way back?

‘Lea?’

‘Yes?’

‘I just…’ You stop messing around with your food, forcing yourself to look at her properly.

‘I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the things I said. The last time we saw each other, I said a lot of cruel and awful things that I shouldn’t have. I did not mean them and I’m really sorry.’

Lea puts her spoon down, ‘I’m sorry too. You weren’t the only one who said things she didn’t mean.’

Her words are genuine, you can see it in the bright blue of her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you blurt out, ‘I still love you Lea. I wish we’d never broken up.’

Surprise colours Lea’s pretty features.

‘I wish we’d never broken up either. There’s not been a day where I stopped loving you.’

‘Oh.’ You breathe.

The forward goes on, ‘Letting things end after our argument was a mistake. A huge mistake, mostly on my part. I wanted to call. I should have called.’

‘I’m not blameless…I wanted to call too but you were so angry. I-I thought you didn’t want me to call. I thought that you’d never want to hear from me again.’

Lea rests her elbows on the table, leaning closer to you. Your heart begins to beat more quickly, you’re certain you aren’t misreading the flicker of hope in her expression.

Swallowing hard, the German woman murmurs, ‘You called today.’

‘I did. You dropped everything to come over. Made me dinner too.’

Blushing lightly, Lea murmurs, ‘I was sort of trying to make a grand gesture.’

You smile, ‘It worked.’

Lea begins to grin, ‘It did?’

Almost like she can’t help herself she asks, ‘Do you think…Can we give us another try?’

A hundred things rush through your mind. Happiness and relief blooms in your chest.

Eagerly, you say, ‘I’d like that.’

Lea’s smile begins to take on a giddy edge and she reaches an open hand out across the table.

You take it without a split second’s hesitation.

Lea closes her fingers around yours, gaze alight with affection and pure contentment. It is a look you’d never thought you’d see again and it fills you with a sunshine like warmth.

‘Finish eating my love.’ She finally says, gently letting go of your hand.

The term of endearment causes a tingle of joy to spread through you. Enough so that you don’t stop smiling for the rest of the meal.

When you’re both done, Lea washes and you dry. She flicks some soapy water at you, her giggles filling the space.

You’d missed it. You’d missed her. You tell her so and she pulls you into her arms.

Her chin rests on your shoulder and she whispers, ‘I missed you every single second of every fucking day.’

You breathe in her smell, taking comfort in it and the safety of her arms once again.

‘Let’s never do that again.’

‘Deal.’ Lea promises.

Then she seals it with a kiss and oh my…you’d forgotten what it was like to be in heaven.

Lea’s lips are incredibly soft, the kiss slow and sweet. It’s everything and more, better than you’d remembered.

When you both part, there’s a single tear making its way down your cheek.

In a tender gesture, Lea wipes it off with the pad of her thumb.

A small relieved laugh escapes her, ‘I think we’re going to be okay.’

You pull her even closer, mouth quirking upwards against your lover’s lips because you know now that you’re never going to let her go again. This is going to work, you’d do your damndest to make sure of it.

‘I think we’re going to be more than okay.’

[silentstyx]

okay saw that you also write for ethan morgan and could you. write a siren!reader thats like SUPER into him and he finds it unnerving (hes not used to girls Actually liking him) and he agrees to go on a date w her?? you can choose where!

"Bright like blue" ~ Ethan Morgan x Siren! Reader

tw! siren

erm idk which episode had the siren i cant find it 😖 i was gonna rewatch it but nvm ig, anyways ik what sirens are so i'll js thug it out. Also this guy is such a geek that he fs does dates at his house and gets his family to leave the house. he's also broke. i hate this.

(backstory: friends w sarah/erica they knew you were a siren, told the group thats how everyone knows)

Ethan kept his distance from her, to the best of his abilities at least. The thought of her luring someone out and killing them just by using her voice was.... frightening to say the least.

Yet, every time she flashed him the smile he remembered the kind of person she was. That she wouldn't make random men fall in love with her and then lure them out to sea and drown them! Right?

He knew you liked him, Sarah told him awhile ago. He didn't know what to do though, a girl hasn't ever liked him before. He's never even been on a date. I mean he's never really been too interested in dating until last year! Except he would be lying if he said you weren't attractive, I mean you're one of the prettiest people he's seen. Like ever.

"Hey, Ethan wait up" You called for him.

You were going to the same class together, he already knew that. It scared him, but he knew. Why was he so terrified of you? He knew you wouldn't actually kill him, but every once in a while he'll catch a glimpse of a scale or gill thats usually well hidden and it freaks him out.

"you wanna walk to class with-" He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"Do you wanna go on a date?" He asks looking at you, "wi-with me! i mean... do you want to go on a date with me..."

The last part of that was less of a question and more of anxiety and muttering. Yet, you could only smile at him and his dorky self.

"yeah sure" you respond, contently.

He was confused, why was he more anxious about this than you? You're the one that likes him! He doesn't even know if he likes you! Ok, he does like you a little bit... but why aren't you freaking out? Jesus just answer her!

"okay, uhm uh do you wanna just meet me at my house then..?" He was trying to play cool but there was clear anxiety in his voice. His stutter with every other word.

"yeah, sounds cool. So... do you wanna walk to class together or what?" You say, almost teasingly. With that same smile you always give him. God, you're pretty.

He just nods his head and you guys walk and talk with each other to class. You were doing the majority of talking, but you were so funny and so interesting. He hadn't ever talked to you for this long before. Once you reached the class your shared giggles died down.

After sitting through the hour long class he was thinking about what to wear, he had a good idea of what it would be. In the halls you went with Sarah and Erica while he went with Benny and Rory. You both just happened to be talking about the same thing though.

You came over an hour after school ended, there were no cars in the drive way. It looked as if no one was home, except the lights were on. You knocked on the door.

He answered wearing his and blue collar shirt with his formal pants. He looked at your somewhat formal (dress/suit/etc) attire.

"You look great" he says with a nervous smile.

"Thanks," you say with a genuine voice, "you look... geeky"

You both chuckle and he invites you in, offering his hand to you. You grab his hand and he gets a vision of water and a dock and a song.

You being a siren this freaks him out and he lets go of you instantly. While you just look at him confused, why did he drop your hand so fast? He had finally just stopped acting weird around you, kind of. Is he going to start again?

He leads you to the dining room where he set up candles and music, with food that looks surprisingly edible.

The room looked nice but, you had to poke fun.

"Everything looks great, but." Your voice trailed off at the end, teasing him.

He looked at you nervously, "but?"

"Take off the sweater vest. It's killing the mood." You say, playfully making fun of him. Lightly laughing.

He just rolled his eyes, taking off the vest and throwing it somewhere behind the two of you.

You two were talking and laughing the whole night, besides eating the enormous amounts of food that the two of you happened to finish somehow?

"Hey, I wanna show you something c'mon!" You say excitedly, standing up while wiping your face.

He looked at you confused, was this the thing in his vision? What were you showing him? He got up slowly, following you out.

You finally both arrived, hand-in-hand, walking to a somewhat abandoned dock. It didn't look old and dangerous but there were no boats or any signs of recent human life. You leave him and go to the edge of the dock, sticking your feet over. Humming some olden siren tune.

Same song as in his vision, thus making him panic. He stays off the deck completely, scared of what you might do. You turn around, suggesting him to come over as you scoot over. Making room for him. Kicking your feet in the water. He walks over, slowly, to sit with you. He takes off his shoes and socks and puts his feet in the water. Kicking with your feet in the water.

Maybe some visions aren't bad.

[marauder-misprint]

congrats on 500!!! can i get number 23 from the dialogue prompts with sirius black? thanks love!

²³⁾ “i’d sell my soul for you, babe.”

Thank you for the request, lovely! I debated doing an established relationship for this one, but I really really really like writing confessions of feelings ❤︎

His Happiness

Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader

2.0k words

cw: fluff, mutual pining?

Your friendship with Sirius was affectionate. 

You were always a physical person, hugging people as a way of greeting them and holding hands was a comfort. Afternoons in the common room would have you snuggled up with one of your friends. Sirius was taken by surprise the first you hugged him; his upbringing didn’t offer the familiarity of soft touches. He almost pulled his hand away the first time you grabbed it out of excitement to show him something. He flinched when you flopped down on the couch and practically laid on him.

But he learned to appreciate the delicacy of it all. He anticipated your warmth around him. As your friendship with him grew, so did how often you were touching. As inseparable from the Marauders as he was, he was just as much with you. You were basically an honorary member. 

One thing you didn’t want to admit to yourself, or Sirius for that matter, was when you realized that your touches with him didn’t feel so platonic anymore. They were more. You wanted more. You just didn’t know how to get that. It wasn’t like you could just tell him or ask that of him. 

No. You certainly could not do that. You’d end up losing the boy who was your best friend. So you would hide your feelings under a mask, bury them so deep that you can almost convince yourself that they don’t even exist in the first place. 

It didn’t help that he was as beautiful as he was. As carefree and funny and bold and intelligent. You weren’t the only girl in the school who liked Sirius. The others seemed to have no problem showing it either, flirting with him before, after and during classes. Whenever they got a chance to be close to him it seemed. He flirted back with them but as far as you knew, that’s all it was, although you assumed girl talk was reserved for when it was only the Marauders in the room. 

“They aren’t dating, just friends,” girls would say in the corridors as you walked to class holding hands with Sirius. “Then why are they always together?”

“Hey, Sirius!” one called as you approached the Charms classroom. 

He dropped your hand without a second thought, turning to the girl with his signature smirk. You knew better than to wait by the door for him. You didn’t want to hear whatever flirtatious comment she would say and how he would respond. It was easier if you just sat down. You could almost pretend that it wasn’t happening. 

“What’d little miss Ravenclaw want?” James asked as Sirius sat down next to him. 

“Oh, you know, the usual.” 

James laughed. You didn’t quite know what ‘the usual’ was exactly but you weren’t a part of the conversation. Not right now, at least. 

“Which is it this time: picnic by the lake or trip to Hogsmeade?” Peter asked seemingly disinterested. 

“Hogsmeade.”

“You going?” Peter asked, just as nonchalantly as before.

“Told her I’d think about it,” Sirius answered as Professor Flitwick moved to the front of the classroom to start the lesson. “Never know if something will come up.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. So ‘the usual’ was a date. You stared at your notebook as if looking anywhere else would physically harm you. If you had turned your head slightly to the right, you would’ve seen Sirius looking at you with a soft expression. 

You didn’t think he did, but Sirius noticed how you started hanging back whenever girls approached him with witty comments and fluttering eyelashes. He didn’t know how to tell you that he wished you would throw a comment like that his way or bat your eyelashes at him. He knew he’d melt if you did. While he didn’t mind the attention from the other girls, they weren’t you. 

The rest of the week pained you. You felt like you were standing in the way Sirius and his future girlfriend, if that was the Ravenclaw girl or not. The comments from the corridors had seeped in a little too deep. ‘Why are they always together?’ You’d make things easier for Sirius. You became quieter. You reduced your touches while still being near him until you stopped that too. It was weird to say the least. You had become so accustomed to having Sirius at your side and in your clutches that putting physical space between you was uncomfortable.

But you knew it had to be done. There was too high of a chance that you and your physicalness with affection were standing in the way of Sirius’ happiness. 

You replaced him with Lily, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas. They accepted you into their circle easily; of course, you were roommates with three of them. You tried to dodge their questions about Sirius with excuses of ‘Just mixing it up’ and ‘Can’t a girl want to hang out with her ladies?’ They seemed to buy it enough. 

Sirius noticed it all. He noticed when you stopped making little comments and telling him every detail of your day from when you were apart. He noticed when you stopped reaching out for his hand and when you scooted away from him if you were sitting or standing close. He noticed when you were no longer spending your spare time with him and the boys. He watched as you went to sit with the girls despite your usual spot next to him being open. He frowned as he looked at you from across the table in the Great Hall and across the room in the common room. He didn’t know what he did to make you go away. 

In your distancing, you didn’t know that Sirius didn’t go on the date with the Ravenclaw. You had been in the phase between lessening your touches and hanging out with the girls more when Saturday came and went. It had now been two weeks since she asked. 

“Where’s your shadow?” Peter asked as Sirius sat down next to James in the Charms classroom. 

The boys had all noticed over the week that you weren’t as present as you usually were. They weren’t going to say anything about it, figuring that there had been a tiff or something and you’d be back. Peter, however, had borrowed your Arithmancy notes and needed to give them back. 

“Uh, I think I saw her outside with McKinnon? Dunno.”

“Dunno,” Remus mocked. “Mate, maybe it’s a conversation for later, but what’d ya to ‘er?”

Sirius threw his head back so his hair hung off his head like curtains. “Nothing!”

“Padfoot,” Remus said in a low voice. 

“What?” His eyes were closed as he tipped his chair onto its back legs. “She’s just, ah, what’d Mary say… mixing it up.” 

James chuckled as you entered the room with Marlene, sitting on the other side of the classroom. 

“Mixing it up or do you have a plague we don’t know about?” he asked, elbowing Sirius in his side. 

“Fuck, Prongs,” Sirius hissed, his chair screeching against the stone floor as he abruptly sat up. 

He saw where you were sitting and he grumbled something incoherent to himself. The boys found it hard to believe that Sirius didn’t do anything, but it was clear that he didn’t know that he had and wasn’t going to accept it. Remus and Peter exchanged curious looks before Peter’s face lit up. He leaned over his desk and poked Sirius’ shoulder. 

“Do me a favor and give her her Arithmancy note back for me after class. Maybe you could, ah, you know, talk to her or something.”

Sirius turned in his chair quickly. Peter held out the notes with a little flourish and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Wormtail, you might be a genius,” Sirius said, taking the notes and shoving them into his bag. 

After the class ended, Sirius haphazardly tossed his things into his bag and hurried after you. You and Marlene had sat closer to the door and disappeared almost instantly after Flitwick dismissed everyone. He spotted you two walking in the direction of the Transfiguration Courtyard. He needed to catch up with  you. 

After jogging to catch up to you, he asked out of breath, “What did I do?”

You stopped walking, looking at Marlene as if she knew what he was talking about. She glanced between the two of you.

“I’ll, um let you talk?” she said awkwardly before leaving you in the semi-privacy of the corridor. 

Sirius grabbed your arm and pulled you into an alcove to be out of the way of other students.

“What did I do?” he repeated. Guilt laced his voice despite not knowing what he was guilty of. 

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

You hated how hurt he sounded. You shifted your weight and looked anywhere but at him. 

“Helping you,” you said softly. “I’m helping you.”

He pressed his hand to his forehead with a sigh.

“Why on this bloody earth would my best friend avoiding me be helping me?”

“I’m clearing the way for you to be happy.” Your voice was still small. 

“I don’t understand.” 

He placed his hands on your shoulders. You took a step back, but he just took a step forward so the distance between you didn’t change. 

“Help me understand,” he pleaded. 

You forced yourself to look him in the eye. His grey eyes were scanning your face for the answers you were withholding from him. 

“The girls,” you start to say, gesturing with your arm to an invisible crowd. “You have a better chance at getting a girlfriend if I’m not around. I hear-” Your voice cracks. “I hear what they say. They debate if we’re together or not since we’re always together. I figured if I wasn’t in the picture, that wouldn’t be an issue. You’d have your pick.”

Sirius took another step toward you and let his hands drop to your elbows and then to your hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands. 

“What if,” he spoke slowly as he stared at your hands, “I already picked?”

“Then she’s a lucky girl.” 

You could feel tears welling in your eyes. He already picked. It was probably that Ravenclaw.

“If she likes me, then I’d say I’m the lucky one.” 

“Of course she likes you,” you said, giving his hands a squeeze and making him look at you again. “Hasn’t she been flirting with you and asking you on dates?” You give him an empty smile. “The usual?”

“That Ravenclaw?” he asked with wide eyes. “No. Godric, no. The girl I’m talking about… She’s much better. She taught me how to be soft and tender and delicate. I’m not sure how she did it, but she did. And she’s been a loud presence in my life since we met. But she’s been avoiding me for a bit and the silence… Love, it’s driving me crazy.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, enough to give you a faint feeling of nausea. 

“Me?” you breathed. 

“You.” He dropped your hands so he could cup your face. “I don’t know when it happened exactly, but I fell for you.

“But all the flirting?” He chuckled awkwardly. “Practicing in hopes you’d say something. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t risk losing you, but then you disappeared and it was worse than I could’ve imagined.” He paused and his face grew pink. “I s’pose I should’ve asked… Do you-”

“Oh, Merlin, don’t be daft. Do you think I’d put up with all your Marauders’ bullshit if I didn’t?”

You both laughed and then Sirius pulled your face close to his before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank goodness. Because I’d sell my soul for you. I’d sell my soul ten times over for you.” 

“Let’s hope it never comes to that.” Your words are teasing but the smile on your face is as genuine and warm as it is wide. 

Because you were Sirius’ happiness. 

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Separate Worlds, Chapter One ⭑

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Pairing: Michael Gavey x Popular!rich!reader

A/N: It took a while as I wanted to write some chapters ahead but the first part of my first longer fanfiction is here! Please give me feedback I need to know if it's any good :)

Summary: Living two completely separate lives you and Michael had never really crossed paths and you’ve never really looked at him before. But when your worlds collide, affections arise.

Word count: 1.8k

Wednesday, October 12th 2006

The sound of rain hitting your thin single paned window woke you from your usual noon nap. Waking up with a groan, you checked your watch. A beautiful watch from Cartier, one you’ve always wanted. Another gift from your beloved father, who would rather send you gifts to apologise than actually say the words. He would once again miss your birthday, this year he would fly to Turkey, for a 'very important business trip'. 

You didn’t even care where the fucker would run away to this time, he’d do anything to get away from your mum, and from your family. Anytime you would meet someone and tell them your name they’d immediately perk up, your family was quite an old one and when the first cars were invented your ancestor was there, right with Benz himself. In current day your father ran the family company, manufacturing and transporting cars all over the world, and soon your brother would join him.

You never had much of a thing for cars, but luckily for you your older brother did. He wasn’t going to be there either though. He was accepted into Harvard, and was currently studying abroad in America. A loud knock fully awakened you and you rose from your bed, you were so tired you didn’t even change into comfier clothes, you just napped in your cute fall outfit of the day instead. 

Opening the door, Farleigh almost immediately bursted into your room. He seemed angry, but he usually was. You met him in your first year, of course upon hearing your name called on in a lecture, he partnered up with you after class. So your first project was with him, he was nice enough but sometimes he could be really annoying and above himself. 

You took a deep breath as Farleigh made himself comfortable in your bed, you did not have the energy to tell him to sit on the couch instead so you silently joined him, waiting for him to start his rant. “So? What happened?” You asked, since he was still moping on your bed in silence. “That fucking rat Oliver! He lends his bike to Felix ONCE and now they’re besties! He is literally a dirt poor cunt that has no personality or anything interesting about him!” 

Great so that’s what this was going to be. “Christ Far, what did he do?” You had to hold back a chuckle, you felt bad for him but when Farleigh was mad he made this really funny face. “Don’t fucking laugh! It’s not funny! You know how Felix and I were going to go to that new coffee place that just opened, and you and Eloise were going to join us after your maths class? Well fuck that apparently! Because Felix just messaged me that Oliver and him are doing an assignment together and he had to cancel!”

“Don’t get me wrong Far, that really sucks but if it’s for school I don’t really-” He cut you off before you could even explain yourself. “The fucking assignment is not until next monday! It’s wednesday for fucks sake!” You so did not have energy for this. “Okay Far, please calm down, if you do think that Oliver is doing it on purpose the last thing you want is to give him the satisfaction of pissing you off. Just stay calm about this and we’ll ask if Maisie is free this afternoon to join us.” 

Farleigh seemed to cool off and now instead looked a bit embarrassed. “Yeah, yeah you’re right. Sorry for barging in like this, didn’t mean to wake you. I’ll message Maisie then, grab a coffee with me? As an apology for waking you up?” You gave him a smile and nodded. “Let’s drink it in the library, it’ll be so cosy with the rain and I need to finish some homework really quick before maths today. Should I message Eloise if she wants in?”

“Yeah sounds good, put on your shoes and let's go!” Farleigh was all back to his normal energised self again and you did as he said. Eloise replied that she would join you later. You and Farleigh jogged to the library, him with your coffee’s and you trying to hold the umbrella over both of your heads. Both of you couldn’t help but giggle as Farleigh almost spilled the coffee at the entrance, while you shook off the umbrella. 

You both strolled in and walked over to a free table in the back, with a big beautiful window that showed the autumn weather outside. Farleigh slid over your iced coffee to you while he drank his hot cappuccino with way too much sugar. Farleigh grabbed his laptop to work on some essay he had due tonight and you grabbed your maths homework. After about thirty minutes of work, you both couldn’t help but talk about Eloise’s new boyfriend. 

A loud snort accidently left your lips when Farleigh imitated the poor boy's smile, which was all teeth and kind of creepy, when you flinched at the sight of a guy peering at the two of you behind a bookshelf. Farleigh’s brow furrowed and he turned to see what you were looking at behind him. Once he saw the guy he turned back to you and mouthed ‘what the fuck?’ which made you laugh again.

This seemed to be the final straw for the guy and he walked over. “Could the two of you shut up. You do realise that this is a library? People are trying to actually study.” The guy sneered. You looked at him with wide eyes, where had you seen him before? He didn’t seem like the guy to take literature…also not any of your other classes- oh… Maths. You definitely saw him there. 

You’ve never really looked at him before. He was quite handsome if you took away the classes, khaki pants, tucked in blouse and the keys hanging from his belt, not bad. Farleigh spoke up before you could apologise. “Aren't you the guy who screamed at Oliver during O week?” He looked at the guy with an expression you knew all too well, he was about to rip this guy a new one. And of course the poor guy’s face goes red as a tomato. 

You felt bad and gave Farleigh a look, anything to stop this awful moment. Luckily Farleigh gave it a rest and the guy opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. He walked away instead. “What the actual fuck was that.” You laughed, the whole interaction was absurd. “I have no idea- Oh, El just messaged me. She is… on her way and will be here soon.” Farleigh read as he scanned his eyes over his phone. 

“Good, but don’t make that face again in front of her. It’ll only start something between the two of you." Then your eyes noticed something, the guy from just now, sitting all alone, fervently writing down notes. Hm, kind of sad. Only five minutes later did Eloise stumble into the library, dripping wet, with her books under her coat. “Fuck me, that rain is just getting worse.” She said a little loudly as she dropped her books on the table. Earning a look from that guy from before.

“You don’t have an umbrella?” Farleigh chuckled. “No I don’t, who remembers to bring an umbrella to uni?” She scoffed. You raised your brows and smiled at Farleigh. He laughed and Eloise sat down, copying some of your already finished homework. “Hurry up, we only have ten minutes until maths start.” 

“Yeah yeah I’ll be quick. I can easily do this in five and then we be there ‘bout three minutes before, that’s plenty of time.” You rolled your eyes and watched as Eloise hurriedly scrabbled on the paper. When she was done, Farleigh went back to his dorm to watch a movie, while you and Eloise headed the other way to maths, laughing when she saw you open the umbrella for the two of you. 

Eloise always preferred to sit in the back, so that’s where you went. Felix and Oliver were already there. To be honest you didn’t know if you liked Oliver just yet, he hadn’t been around for long but you just got weird vibes from him. But if Felix liked you that’s all it takes to ‘get in’. You hadn’t realised when you were walking in front of Eloise that you would be seated right next to Felix. 

You didn’t mind him, but he had this sort of weird thing with girls. As if he needed to prove to himself that he could get anyone, except for you. You had no interest in him, you were more the type to have a friendship and deep connection with someone rather than hooking up. But that was exactly what Felix was, a quick fuck. You gave him an awkward smile when he grinned at you, and a small nod from Oliver. 

Time for small talk was impossible as your professor already cleared his throat, silencing the hall. But for some reason your eyes were scanning the room. That kind of looked like- oh, nope not him. He kind of looks similar- also not him, oh, there he is. All the way to the bottom left. You instantly recognised that nose, that jaw, his soft blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes- okay, that was a lot. You had no idea what overcame you but you would definitely be thinking about him later, when you were alone. And it was the daydreams of him that got you through the boring lecture.

Thursday, October 13th 2006

‘Saying what you gon’ do to me’ ‘But I ain’t seen nothing’ ‘Typical ain’t hardly the type I fall for’ ‘I like when the physical-’ You were so engrossed in the song coming from your headphones that you bumped into someone. Oh god- it was him. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You said as you ripped your headphones out of your ears. “Whatever.” He mumbled, about to just step around you and move along into the building but you stopped him, grabbing his arm. Which made him turn around and look at you surprised. 

“I’m so sorry about yesterday, I wanted to apologise then, but Farleigh can be so rude.” You smiled. He didn’t respond but looked at your hand on his arm instead, which you then quickly let go. “Uhm, what’s your name?” His mouth was slightly opened as he stumbled out, “M-Michael Gavey.” He stuck out his hand and you shook it as you told him your name. “Nice to meet you Michael, and again so sorry about yesterday.” He only nodded and then walked away. You subconsciously smiled and put your headphones back in, heading to your next lecture of the day.

[kkuzushi]

Aftercare scaramouche after that intense love making and then date? :00

..... And the "will you marry me" HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH— yes fluff yeseyssyeysyeyysysyeysjdutnd thank you for taking this :3

-🎐 anon

“ 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆..𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝗱 ”

✦ characters: scaramouche x gn!reader

✦ cw: aftercare, fluff, rivals to lovers type of stuff, reader without cat allergies (I’m sorry TT)

✦ word count: 1.824k

✦ notes: My dearest 🎐anon is back with the banger requests. This was really fun to write (I finished at 3am) though I improvised on the “will you marry me” part since I wasn’t sure what you meant. <3

Part 1 | ✦ Part 2

Hours had passed since your productive activity with Scaramouche—the man had practically fallen asleep after cleaning up the mess with you. He’d go to his room as soon as the both of you are done, he said; He just needs to rest his legs for a moment, he said. Now you have the man laid on your bed, head resting on your lap while you occupied yourself with your studies yet again.

Thankfully, the sleepy brat did have some spare notes in his room and lended it to you, saying he just ‘owed you one’. You dared not to waste this opportunity, and luckily enough, his notes were actually pretty neat. It was easy to understand and precise with the topic.

And strangely enough, this moment is as serene as it could get. It’s been a while since you’ve felt at peace with Scaramouche in the same room. His hair sways gently in the breeze from the fan, framing his tired face. If it were before, you’d be tempted to slap him and ruin his sleep, but now, you simply adore how relaxing it is to be with him.

Your lips curled to a smile before turning to a flat line—You can’t think about Scaramouche like that! He’s still an infuriating prick; arrogant, immature, annoying.. and maybe a tiny bit tolerable when getting fucked—what?

Speaking of the devil, the man on your lap starts to stir awake, grumbling as his eyes open and adjusts to the light of your room. With that familiar scowl, he lifts his head up and sees your gaze fixated on the notes he had given you.

“You're still going at it, huh?” Scaramouche prompts with a groggy tone. He rubbed his eyes with his palm, trying to remember what happened right before he passed out, “How long have I been out..?”

“Just a few.. hours.”

“Hours?”

“Hours.”

“Ugh, I'm so tired.. and my ass hurts,” He complained, nuzzling your legs more though you didn’t point it out knowing it’ll just explode his stubborn head. “This is all your fault.”

“Oh?” You looked down, seeing him scowling at you, “Says the one who was moaning like a bitch in he–”

“I WAS NOT.” Scaramouche quickly interrupted your rebuttal, his face reddening quickly. “I was making perfectly normal sounds when making love to you.”

That almost made you laugh. “Make love? You have a funny way of saying sex,” You grinned, your gaze going back to your notes.

“It’s the same thing,” He rolled his eyes before adding an explanation, “Making love is just a better term, sex is too casual, fucking is too forward.” It was such an old-school term, you can’t believe it was coming from someone like him.

“I didn’t know you were such a romantic,” You commented, browsing through the notes absentmindedly, “Should I be flattered? Or maybe you’re trying to impress me.”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow and turned his head towards you from your lap. “Impress you? Pshh, that’s rich coming from someone who needed my notes to pass the same classes as me.”

Your eyes narrowed down to his expression, “Mind you that you were the one who also tore my notes apart.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “Whatever, my point still stands.”

The moment drops to silence—Scaramouche’s sarcastic comments were duller then usual, not irritating you to the point you’re both at each other’s throats. Maybe this ‘making love’ thing was getting to you too. Damn this man for being so confusing sometimes.

To surprise yourself even more, your hand travels to his head, stroking his hair that’s been messed up during his nap. He tensed a little before reluctantly leaning to your touch, the way his shoulder slumped was a telltale sign that this is comforting for him as well.

The thought slipped in before you could stop it—Maybe he wasn’t so bad. Maybe you could try something… more.

“Hey,” Scaramouche started, clearing his throat before continuing, though it sounded more like he was contemplating. “Since we... made love,” he added, his voice growing quieter, the pink in his cheeks deepening. “Maybe we should, I don’t know… do something. Together. Tomorrow.”

You paused, “Are you.. asking me out on a date?”

“Don’t make it weird!” He quickly snapped, getting out of your lap as if to get serious, “It just.. wouldn’t feel right to act like nothing happened.. after all we did tonight.”

That was weirdly sweet—Scaramouche not wanting things to be casual after ‘making love’? Maybe he really isn’t so bad after all.

“I suppose I can make time for you tomorrow..” You hummed, attempting to look indifferent though you can feel a smile trying to appear in the corner of your lips.

“Here we are..” Scaramouche says in front of a cat cafe-library. The fact he was the one to lead you here means he goes here often. Cute. And honestly? It wasn’t a bad choice for a first date.

“I didn’t know this was near our university,” You commented as you pushed the door open, the soft jingle of the bell above ringing inside as the both of you entered. “You must be here quite often, huh?”

“Of course not,” Scaramouche scoffed, “I just figured you might like it here.” As soon as he gets beside you inside, a gray Scottish fold cat trotted over to him, nuzzling his legs as it meowed in an affectionate tone.

With a raised eyebrow, you smirked at the sight. “You don’t have to lie. No judgment if this is your go-to for weekends.” You teased, successfully flustering Scaramouche with the accusation. Then again, it’s not really an accusation if it’s true, right?

“I told you—it isn’t!” He grumbled, quickly shooing away the cat, the failed attempt only getting the cute creature to follow him as the both of you get to a comfortable corner—which, again, would be a telltale sign that he’s been here a lot.

“I bet the majority of the books here have your name signed on them already,” You continued, leaning back on the chair with a smug grin.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes at you, his fingers drumming lightly on the menu over the desk. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

Your grin widens as the same cat from earlier leaps on to his lap, the man instinctively scratching the pet behind its ears, “So you’re saying I’m wrong?”

“Of course you’re wrong,” Scaramouche replies with half of his attention, eyes glued to the cat, “I don’t sign every book I read, just the ones that are worth my time.”

Before you could retort with another teasing remark, Scaramouche calls for a waiter to take your orders. You simply chose the first thing you saw on the menu, while Scaramouche ordered his ‘usual’. He's really not pretending anymore, is he?

The waiter leaves as you both place your orders, the two of you engaged in a moment filled with purrs and meows. You watched him continue petting the cat, fingers scratching behind the ears or just brushing the fur from its body. His gaze meets yours, the scrutiny making him flustered quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking—and don’t flatter yourself just because you can see this side of me,” He mumbled, “Just call it damage control.”

“Damage control? Since when did you care about what I think?” You mused with a teasing tone yet with softened expression.

Scaramouche froze for a moment, his hand stilling on the cat’s fur. “I don’t.. but I do care about what would happen after last night.” The admission came out easily, so easy that even Scaramouche was surprised he could confess that to you.

“I see..” You nodded. The waiter came back with only Scaramouche’s drink—his drink being most likely prioritized since he’s a usual customer. Other than that, his drink was just black coffee. You almost forgot the same man you’re talking to isn’t fond of sweets. Once the waiter left, you continued your discussion with him.

“Then what would you want to happen after last night?”

“I’m.. not sure. I just know I don’t want things to be casual afterwards.”

Scaramouche took a sip of his coffee, the tension between you two was increasing and he doesn’t entirely dislike it. “What I’m saying is that it wouldn’t feel right to brush things off after making love with each other.”

You almost envied that he had something to drink while talking about this, it felt awkward to just sit there and take his point all in.

“You really are full of surprises,” You finally replied, resting your cheek on your palm as you leaned forward to the table. “What else should I know about you?”

He looks at you, considering whether your question was rhetorical or not. “I’m a date-to-marry kind of person.” Well that much wasn’t surprising, but it gave you another opportunity to tease him.

“Really? Are you saying you want to get married to me then?” Your familiar grin shows up on your lips again, the tension easing up as you watch Scaramouche gradually get flustered over your joke.

The man quickly snapped at your jest, “Don’t be ridiculous! That’s not–” His voice trails off, clearly too embarrassed to continue his rebuttal. “You’re impossible to have a proper conversation with.” He mumbled at the end.

It really seemed like you’re seeing a different side of your roommate, a side you didn’t think existed—especially not from a man that was either always frustrated or frustrating.

You burst into laughter, both from how adorable and hilarious his reaction is. “I’m kidding,” You say with a wide grin, “But I’d make a great spouse, wouldn’t I?”

“Gods forbid you to be self-aware.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Scaramouche didn’t get to reply once the waiter had finally, finally, arrived with your order. As you took the moment to savor what you’ve gotten, the man in front of you smiled—not from just the sight of you enjoying your food, but most likely from your joke as well.

When your eyes returned to him, Scaramouche was already focused on the cat in his lap again. It made you wonder—if he liked the cat so much, why not adopt it? The cat seemed to like him just fine, after all.

Your eyes shifted around the place, seeing multiple cats lounging or playing with other customers. “Are cat adoptions allowed in this place?” You asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

Your question makes him pause for a moment before looking around for a paper that might indicate a solid answer. “I think so, why?”

You shrugged. “If you like that cat so much, we should adopt it.” The words lingered in Scaramouche’s mind. The fact that you said ‘we’ instead of ‘you’; It was a subtle shift, but enough to make the butterflies he’d been trying to drown with black coffee start fluttering again.

Scaramouche then cleared his throat, “So about our marriage..”

[junwritten]

my blogger

pairing: choi yeonjun x f!reader

genre: fluff, mutual pining, slice of life, light academia vibes

warnings: light swearing, mild academic stress, adorable yeonjun being adorable

summary: you’re sitting at starbucks with your crush doing homework when he invites you over to a friend’s place—and drops a line that just might ruin you forever.

MDNI . txt masterlist

you don’t really mean to fall in love with choi yeonjun.

it just kind of… happens.

it starts in your elective media studies class, where he shows up with fluffy hair, chapstick shimmer on the edge of his cup, and opinions on blogging that make the whole room sit up straighter. you don’t talk to him for the first two weeks. you just write about him.

because, well—your professor made you start a blog. and not just a pretend blog—a real one, with actual weekly entries about digital culture, personal reflections, media consumption, blah blah. most of your classmates do the bare minimum.

but you? you write essays about yeonjun.

not directly, obviously. that would be unhinged. you just refer to him vaguely as “the boy with the soft laugh who sits by the window.” and “gloss boy,” once, which is embarrassing in retrospect.

you write about how he talks with his hands, like he’s painting ideas in midair. how he doodles on the sides of his notes. how he reads blog posts out loud with this half-laugh in his voice, like everything is secretly funny to him.

so when he turns to you one day and goes, “hey, wanna get coffee and study sometime?” you nearly choke on your own breath.

but somehow you say yes. and even more miraculously, it turns into a habit.

starbucks becomes your thing.

you get the same drinks each time—he orders some ridiculous iced monstrosity with extra whipped cream and strawberry drizzle, and you get a boring latte and steal sips from his cup when he offers. he always offers. you always pretend not to want it and then take it anyway.

you work together, side by side, laptops open, headphones half-on. he makes you laugh more than you probably should during a study session. you keep writing blog entries about him, even though your class only requires one a week and you’re way past the limit.

and okay. maybe you’re delusional. but sometimes it feels like he’s writing about you too. not in blog posts—you’ve never seen his, he’s secretive about it—but in the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. in the way he saves the seat next to him with his jacket. in the way he texts you at midnight like, “send me a pic of your notes i zoned out thinking about waffles.”

you’re so down bad it’s painful.

today’s no different.

he’s waiting for you at the usual table when you arrive, spinning his iced drink between his hands, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

“you’re late,” he says with a grin.

“you’re early,” you shoot back, sliding into the chair across from him.

your laptop’s heavy in your bag, your brain foggy from too many late nights, but something about being here—being next to him—makes everything feel easier. he always does.

you sip your drink, scroll through your notes, make it exactly fifteen minutes before he distracts you again.

“hey,” he says suddenly, glancing at his phone. “soobin just texted. he’s having people over. wanna come?”

you blink. “oh, i thought you were just heading over to his place.”

“yeah,” he says, like it’s obvious. “but aren’t you coming?”

you pause, caught off guard. you were fully prepared to say goodbye, to sit here alone with your homework and your unspoken feelings.

“well…” you start.

but before you can finish, he’s looking at you with that stupid, goofy smile. the one he only ever really gives to you. and he says, with zero hesitation and all the dramatic flair of someone who absolutely knows what he’s doing.

“i’d be lost without my blogger.”

you freeze.

your heart skips three beats. maybe four. your brain explodes.

“you—” you choke out. “what?”

he just sips his drink, unbothered. smug. “what?” he echoes, voice light.

“you know about my blog?” you hiss, leaning across the table like it’s a secret government mission. “how do you—”

“you write like you think no one’s ever gonna read it,” he says, all soft and honest, like he hasn’t just upended your entire existence. “but i read it. every post.”

you are going to die right here in this starbucks.

“you’re the reason i passed that midterm,” he adds. “your notes? immaculate. your media takes? unhinged but smart. your entries about ‘the boy with the soft laugh’?” he wiggles his eyebrows. “flattering.”

you cover your face with both hands. “oh my god.”

he laughs—actual, full-body laughs—and reaches out like he’s going to tug your hands away, then thinks better of it and just lightly taps your wrist.

“you’re a good writer,” he says. “and a terrible liar.”

you peek through your fingers. “how long have you known?”

“first week,” he says. “you posted about my ‘strawberry crime against coffee.’ i put two and two together.”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“i dunno,” he shrugs. “i liked being your secret muse.”

you groan. “yeonjun.”

he tilts his head. “what?”

you lower your hands, exhale, and look at him—really look at him

he’s so annoyingly pretty. he’s so bright, and funny, and stupidly clever, and he’s looking at you like you’re something worth reading twice.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter.

“oh?” he says, smirking. “so you do think i’m cute.”

you shake your head, laughing despite yourself. “are we going to soobin’s or not?”

“only if you sit next to me the whole time,” he says. “i need my blogger.”

“you’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“not a chance.”

you pack up your stuff together, sipping from the same drink, your shoulders brushing as you walk out into the golden haze of late afternoon.

it’s a little ridiculous. a little romantic. painfully soft.

you don’t know what’s going to happen next. you don’t know if this means anything real, or if he’s just teasing, or if you’re dreaming this whole thing up and you’ll wake up in your dorm bed with a dead phone and a missed alarm.

but then he slips his hand into yours without saying a word.

and you think maybe—just maybe—you’re not the only one who’s been writing love letters between the lines.

later that night, when he falls asleep halfway through a movie at soobin’s, curled into your side with his head on your shoulder, you take a picture of him and post it to your blog with no caption.

the next morning, he reblogs it from his burner account.

the tags say:

#i’d be lost without her

#yes this is about me

#no i’m not embarrassed

and you just sit there smiling at your phone like an idiot, typing one final entry for the class.

“there’s a boy i wrote about once. i thought he’d never know. i thought if he did, it would ruin everything. but it didn’t. it made everything better. it made everything real.”

you hit post.

and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like you’re writing for a grade.

you feel like you’re writing for the boy who sees you.

the one who reads between the lines.

and honestly?

you’d be lost without him, too.

[kpop-ruins-our-lives]

The first move - Park Jihoon scenario (Fluff)

A/N: Hello to everyone! Hope you're having a great day/night! After few years of no writing, inspiration strated to kick in! I have few things coming your way, stay tuned for more!

Summary: You're friends with Park Jihoon, two of you have feelings for each other, but who will make the first move? Members: Park Jihoon x Reader Warnings: drinking a bit, alcohol, cursing here and there, nothing else Genre: Fluff Word count: 1327

Your phone rang then stopped after a minute. Sun was shining through your window. Somewhat you thought something is wrong since your phone is ringing the second time. School.

Your eyes open wide, quickly you grab your phone answering it

“Hello Y/N, you are… LATE!” a familiar voice said who’s you recognized right away. You put your phone on speaker and rush to the bathroom.

“Didn’t I tell you not to go drinking yesterday? I’m waiting for you at school. See you soon.” He added and hung up.

---

Arriving you took your car keys, bag and rush towards your high school. Slowly you open the door and bow towards the teacher, apologizing. Quickly you sit down. You scanned the classroom, finding Ryeoun smiling already at you, shaking his head.

After the class, Ryeoun rushed over at you throwing his hand over your shoulders while two of you walked down the hall.

“Y/N-ah you need to stop drinking. Did you become an alcoholic?!-“

“Yah! Stop with that. I was just hanging out with the girls. Girls night you know?” you smiled looking up at him

“Girls night? On a Tuesday?” His facial expression was serious. You laughed and pushed him a little.

Walking into the cafeteria, Ryeoun rushed over to Minjae, Jihoon and others who were eating their lunch. You sat next to Jihoon. He had a small smile on his face as he moved to make space for you.

“We heard someone was late to school today because of… Drinking?” Hyunwook looked at you raising his eyebrows. All the eyes were on you. They were like little grandmas who like to know absolutely everything that has happened. Even The group chat sometimes is hectic. Smile formed on your lips.

“Girls night.” You simply said

“On a Tuesday?” Jihoon spoke holding in his laughter, his eyes fixed on yours. He found it funny, like everyone did.

“Speaking of which, when are we going out all together?” you tried to pull away attention from you to something else.

“I am free this Friday, you boys?” Hyunwook spoke nodding his head. There was a quick talk about going out, but all of you got an agreement on going out.

Jihoon was an outgoing guy just when he is comfortable with someone. First when Ryeoun met you with him, he was a man of few words; towards you, not Ryeoun. It took some time for the two of you to find topics to talk about. Hyunwook and the boys love to cling on him because they know he hates it but deals with them anyway.

Sometimes you wonder how life would even be possible without these guys. Jihoon noticed you being a little quiet, his head turned in your way.

“You’re quiet today. More than usual.” He spoke softly, blinking slowly

“Oh- I am just tired from-“

“Drinking?” he cut you off while having a big smile on his face, teasing you. Your hands push him by the shoulder a little.

“Like you don’t drink, come on Jihoon” you smiled

“I have better control than you for sure Y/N. We’ll see everything on Friday” he smiled and winked at you looking away.

Jihoon’s knee touched yours and he didn’t move it. First thought was “Do I move my leg-knee away?”, but you didn’t want to. Something about him was just too addictive, even though you never showed how you felt. When you are home, in your room, you can’t help but think about Jihoon. From his looks, his brown hair, the jawline that shows off quite often, the dark brown eyes who don’t show feelings that often. They speak instead of him. There’s just this feeling when you’re making eye contact that you can’t explain. A rush, fire building up inside of you, a feeling not wanting him to stop with eye contact even though it lasts for few seconds or so. Jihoon’s personality is what makes him whole. Caring, good, sometimes shy, not a clingy person, keeps things to himself mostly.

Small things like when his knee brushes yours, his hand touches your waist quickly, him catching you looking, or you steal a glance or two makes you feel things you aren’t supposed to feel.

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Friday came quickly with all homework, studying, etc... Most of the time boys try to keep you away from school work by going out to eat, drink coffee, to even go to dance classes, etc…

Hyunwook and Jihoon already stood by the table as rest of the group and you arrived at the club. Music and great atmosphere wasmin the air. All of you danced, had quite a lot of drinks. It was all about having fun and being together. Looking to your side, you catch Jihoon looking at you. Alcohol was flowing in your body, you felt hotter than ever. He had a small smirk on his face, slowly he licked his lips looking away.

You sat down taking a small break from all the dancing. Your feet were hurting from the heels, but they don’t stop you from having fun. You downed your drink and Hyunwook poured you next one right away

“No, noo-“ you shouted at him, but all he did was laugh.

“Cheers Y/N.” he sat next to you and two of you clink the glasses

“You will get me even more drunk than I am already.” You said and drank

Jihoon walked over towards you and sat down next to you. Hyunwook and he had a little chat like you weren’t between them.

“Yah! I’m here too you know!” you said and two of them locked eyes with each other.

“You know… Imma go on the dance floor to get some girls! Hyunwook stood up

Jihoon laughed at him as he left. His fingers ran through his hair. Leaning back, he turned his head towards you.

“How’s it going?” he spoke

���Why don’t you go look for girls? What are you doing here with me?” you said

“Y/N, maybe I’m not in the mood for that now.” Jihoon spoke

“Interesting…” you spoke nodding your head slowly, locking eyes with him. He made you feel so many emotions at that moment.

“You know Jihoon… I fucking hate your eyes.”

Jihoon’s expression was shocking, confused. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“What?” was the only thing he said.

“They- They are so- Ugh. Never mind. I’m leaving. I’ve done damage now.” You stood up, Jihoon tried to grab you by the wrist, but you moved it away. You were so embarrassed that you had to get some air to rethink your actions just now.

Walking outside you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. As you open your eyes you see Jihoon looking for you. Two of you make eye contact and he rushed towards you.

“Y/N, what are you doing, why did you go?” he spoke

“Just go away Jihoon. It doesn’t matter.” You spoke feeling annoyed.

“Stop trying to push me away. Y/N.-“ Jihoon walks a step closer to you

“Jihoon I don’t- Look. I have so many things I want to say-“

“Don’t tell me. Show me.” He spoke over you with a small smirk on his face. Your heart was saying to kiss him, your brain said not to, because you were scared of “what if’s”…

Quickly you lean in, placing a kiss on his lips. He kissed you back, placing his hands on your cheeks. It was a wave of excitement you felt. Slowly Jihoon moves away, his lips inches from yours. His eyes look up at yours.

“I’m sorry I waited. That I didn’t do anything before… I regret it.” He spoke quietly and softly. His thumb caressing your cheek.

“From now on, you are the man. Just kiss me already, please.”

Both of you shared a laugh and Jihoon kissed you again, with more passion and desire. Pulling you closer to his body.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He groaned, kissing you again.

[writerjayne]

Ok hear me out here because I love this concept but will probably never write a full length fic of it:

After the final game with the Ravens and Neil's deal with Ichirou and everything else that has happened over the course of the first 3 books Andrew switches his major. Criminal justice was funny, but he now has an idiot at home who needs looking after, so Andrew decides to be the someone has to look after the exy crazy redhead and becomes a sports medicine major.

With his eidetic memory, Andrew has no problem catching up or making up for lost time and quickly becomes the top of the class. (Aaron might be a little jealous, but they are studying different medicine, so it's fine.) In addition to his classes, Andrew starts asking Abby questions about being an Exy medic specifically.

Fast forward, all our boys (and the girls too, of course) have graduated, and Kevin and Neil go pro.

The three of them quickly realize that Andrew can't just sign on to whatever team Neil is on because Neil can be traded/isn't guaranteed to stay with one team. But Neil is making a lot of money. (Even giving 80% of his paycheck to the Moriyama's that's still a crap ton of money he's making) So Andrew doesn't need to have a job per se, so instead he becomes a spectator. Always first row, near the benches that Neil (and usually Kevin's) team are using.

And any time Neil (or Kevin) gets injured badly enough to be subbed out, they ALWAYS go to Andrew first. He checks them over, patches them up if needed (with a first aid kit he keeps under his seat), makes sure they're fit to play, and sends them back to their team. The first time it happens, fans go NUTS speculating about why. Why would a pro exy player go to a fan in the stands over their team nurse? Who is this guy? Why do BOTH Kevin and Neil go to him?

Eventually, Neil makes a statement about his and Andrew's history at Palmetto (ending rumors that respected Doctor Aaron Minyard has a side hobby of looking after old college teammates), ending it by saying that he trusts Andrew.

Eventually, things calm down, and it becomes an accepted part of the professional Exy world. There are articles about the closeness the three men must have experienced as members of the Foxes, speculations about their friendships, and the history there, but apart from the original statement, neither Neil nor Kevin ever comment again, and the press can never quite catch up with Andrew.

(No one knows that Neil and Andrew have been together since Neil's freshman year. No one knows that they live together and that Kevin is just as often at their house as not.)

But it becomes the norm at Neil and Kevin's games. Andrew is always behind the team benches. While there are fans obsessed with analyzing every interaction between him and the former Foxes, every scrap of body language they can get footage of, overall, the Exy world considers it just another normal day if Kevin or Neil make their way to Andrew before their coach.

Then, Neil and Kevin have a game against one of their biggest rivals. Playing on that team? Jean and Jeremy. When Jean takes a hit mid game the fans and press go crazy when Neil not only defends Jean but nearly comes to blows with his own teammates over it. Kevin interceding is the only thing stopping Neil and it's obvious.

A timeout is called, and the crowd loses their minds when, without a hint of hesitation, Jean crosses the court, ignoring the shouts of his own team and coaches to stand in front of Andrew, who automatically pulls out his kit and begins checking over the former Trojan. Neil is right behind him, hovering while Andrew ensures Jean is safe to continue playing. Jeremy, meanwhile, is acting like this is routine, and once Andrew gives Jean a nod, he lopes back across the court to his waiting team.

There's no stopping the speculations now, and when Jean is asked about it after the game, he simply shrugs and says he trusts the man.

(No one knows that Jean and Jeremy are staying with Neil and Andrew while they're in town and that if Jean hadn't let Andrew check him at the game he would have gotten a lecture as well as being checked over when they all got home)

Like I said, I don't know if I'll ever expand this into a full fic, so if this inspires anyone, feel free to run with it!!

[koolades-world]

Hey there! I'd Like to request something. So like, MC is an Artist (Style doesn't matter they just have to draw humanoid things) and then they draw the brothers+dateables in their style, what would the reaction be?

hello! sure thing :)

I myself am admittedly not a very good artist, which is my my preferred art form is writing. the only time I draw is usually during gartic phone games with friends, and thanks to my franticness under a time limit it's always very chaotic. but at this point I've just embraced it and it's always funny

enjoy!

Artist Mc

Lucifer

you draw him while he's seated at the dinner table on a saturday morning while he's reading the newspaper and enjoying a coffee

not that you didn't intend to show him, but suddenly he was leaning over your shoulder, staring, and it caught you off guard

as you scramble to explain, he just smiles and sits back down in his chair and goes back to what he was doing to keep being you model

once you're done, he asks if he can at least have a copy to keep, which in itself is a huge compliment, but it's so he can think of you every time he looks at it 🥺

Mammon

during class, he happened to look super cute as always while looking wistfully out a nearby window a few rows in front of you and the lesson was getting boring anyways. next to your notes, you begin to doodle him, using highlighters for color

you forget it's there and lend him that very notebook since he had tuned out that same lesson

once he opens it, he seems himself and doesn't know how to react. he's a babbling, red mess

once he regains motor functions, he shakily declares that it's very becoming of the Great Mammon and that you did a great job. success!

Levi

the two of you are hanging out in his room. he's playing a ruri game and you're lounging behind him, sketching on a bean bag

you're not drawing anything in particular and were searching for an idea when suddenly, the idea found you

levi wasn't paying attention to you, so you could easily look at him and ruri, and sketch them side by side in matching outfits

once he stops for a moment to get a snack, you happily show him the drawing and he does the demon equivalent of blue screening. give him a minute to reboot then try again haha

Satan

when you decided to draw him, the two of you were seating together, with you in his lap while he read a book so he saw the drawing from it's first line to it's last

made positive comments about it the entire time, like about how you captured the green of his eyes perfectly, or telling you his hair looked better in the picture than it did in real life

at some point, he stopped pretending to read the book and sat watching you with his chin on your shoulder

he added cute little notes around it once you were done with little hearts around them

Asmo

he's asked you to draw him jokingly a few times, but never expected you to actually do it the next time he asked

when you tell him if he wants, he can pick something else to wear, he almost strips down so you can draw him nude but you stop him as soon as he started to take his shirt off

he scurried away and was back quickly in a new outfit, and posed how he would for a picture

talks to you basically the entire time you draw, and once you're done, he squeezes you into a tight hug and asks if he can post it on his Devilgram

Beel

after joining him enough times for Fangol practice, you knew it well enough to begin making sketches of him as he practiced

drawing him in action was a little challenging since he never held still, but you were determined

you drew a few since his practice went on longer that day, and got to proudly show him the results

he was equally as proud of you since he thought you did a great job. he asks if he can have one, and if you give it to him, you'll find it hanging up next to his bed next to all his Fangol trophies <3

Belphie

he's an easy model to draw thanks to his lethargy, so you often find yourself sketching him

something about his peaceful nature and natural frosted tips was just so drawable, so you had at least a few pages full of him napping in various positions with different blankets

one time, he wakes up while you're next to him drawing, and is a little shocked in a good way. he didn't know you viewed him that highly

he's still half asleep, so he just compliments your artwork and moves to lay his head on your lap, then falls back asleep, ensuring you're the flustered one now

[httpvomitello]

Omg! I loved your Draco fanfics! I was wondering if you could write a Draco x muggleborn slytherin reader and she usually gets bullied quite a bit since she’s muggleborn, but she’s also top of her class and really smart and Snape pairs his two best students up for a project or something and they fall in love and Draco apologies for his behavior towards her?

Or maybe it’s like that scene in the forth movie and mcgonagall is teaching the Gryffindors to dance for the Yule ball, maybe something similar happens in slytherin so Draco and the reader and they end up having to dance together and it goes from enemies-friends-lovers?

I’m sorry if this is too long, and no pressure to do it! Again, love your work!

Helloooo, thank you for liking my work and i hope you like this one too ~ ♡

Better Than Blood .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: Forced to work side by side, Draco Malfoy begins to see you for who you really are — not just a brilliant witch, but someone he might be falling for.

draco malfoy x f!Slytherin reader

It was cold in the dungeons. Not just the usual Hogwarts chill, but the kind that seeped under your skin and stayed there — like the stares you got walking through your common room, the whispers when you answered questions in class, the laughter that followed every time someone muttered the word Mudblood under their breath.

But you were used to it. You weren’t here to make friends. You were here to be the best. And you were.

Professor Snape's voice cut through the classroom with all the warmth of a guillotine.

“I will be assigning partners for your term project,” he announced, stalking past the rows of desks. “No, you do not get to choose. Consider it a lesson in cooperation, as some of you seem woefully lacking in it.”

Your quill paused.

Please not Parkinson. Please not Crabbe. Please—

“Y/L/N and Malfoy.”

You looked up sharply. Draco Malfoy turned in his seat to look at you, his lips already twisting into a smirk.

“Oh, brilliant,” he drawled. “Can’t wait to see how many muggle methods you bring into this.”

You didn’t reply. You refused to. He wanted a reaction, and you wouldn’t give it to him.

You simply gathered your books and walked over to the empty seat beside him, sitting down with a calmness that took effort.

“This project is due in four weeks,” Snape continued. “And if either of you dares to bring me substandard work, I’ll fail you both.”

Malfoy scoffed. “Don’t worry, Professor. I’m sure I’ll be carrying us.”

You turned toward him finally, eyes cool. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing.”

His brows raised just slightly, and for once, he didn’t have a comeback.

The first week was torture.

He was late. He didn’t read the assigned materials. He rolled his eyes when you corrected him and had the nerve to be annoyed when you got frustrated. But you didn’t back down.

You spent long evenings in the library together — not because you wanted to, but because you both knew you were too stubborn to let the other outshine you.

“You don’t have to act like you’re better than everyone else, you know,” you muttered one night, not looking up from your notes.

Draco snorted. “Why? Because I’m not?”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “No. Because you’re not fooling anyone.”

He went quiet at that.

You didn’t expect the silence that followed. Or the small flicker of something — was it respect? — in the way he looked at you as you continued working.

By the third week, things had shifted.

You’d caught him watching you more than once when you weren’t looking. And he actually showed up to work — on time, prepared, and almost... pleasant?

You laughed once when he tripped on a book bag and muttered something about it attacking him. And instead of snapping, he smiled.

Not smirked. Smiled.

“You’re different,” he said one afternoon, tapping his quill against the parchment.

“You mean muggleborn?”

He looked guilty. “No. I mean... not what I expected.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. So you just nodded.

“So are you.”

He blinked. “What, charming and devastatingly handsome?”

You rolled your eyes. “Tolerable.”

He chuckled. “High praise from you.”

The final night before the project was due, you met in the Potions classroom to do a final test of your potion.

It worked perfectly. You should’ve been thrilled. And you were — sort of.

But you were more distracted by the way Draco kept glancing at you when he thought you wouldn’t notice. By how his expression had softened over the last few weeks. How he didn’t call you names anymore. How he actually listened.

“How did you do it?” he asked suddenly.

“Do what?”

“Put up with us. The stares. The names. All of it.”

You shrugged. “Because I knew I was better.”

He looked down, jaw tightening.

“I was horrible to you.”

You looked at him.

“Yes,” you said honestly. “You were.”

He winced. “I’m sorry.”

You hadn’t expected that.

Not from Draco Malfoy. Not after everything.

And yet — you believed him.

“I know,” you said softly.

He looked at you like he wanted to say more. But instead, he just stood up and helped you pack your things.

You turned in the project the next morning. Snape gave it a rare, approving nod. You and Draco sat next to each other during the whole class — in silence, but not the awkward kind. It was... comfortable. Familiar.

After class, he walked beside you toward the Slytherin common room.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you before the door.

You turned.

“I know we’re not... anything. But I liked working with you.”

You smiled. “Me too.”

“Maybe we could do it again sometime.”

You raised a brow. “What, get paired together by Snape?”

He laughed. “No. I mean — something else.”

You didn’t answer, not directly. You just leaned forward and whispered, “We’ll see,” before walking into the common room, leaving him blinking after you.

And for the first time in a long while, you felt seen — not as a muggleborn, not as a target — but as someone worth getting to know.

Maybe even worth falling for.

Eventually.