#astros fics

[atsro-slut]

Would you be willing to write a fem!reader x Remus where you're good friends with Remus, but one lingering touch and you were head over heels, so you're ranting to Lily about your feelings, and she comes up with a plan to set you up with Remus? Team efforts with the other marauders seem fun but you're completely free to do whatever you want! 🫶

Catching Lupin

Hey!!! My literal fav is back! I hope you enjoy bby!!

Remus Lupin x female!Reader

Y/N’s crushing on Remus, and with a little help from Lily and the Marauders, it’s about to go from friendship to something way more.

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Y/N had always considered Remus Lupin to be one of her closest friends at Hogwarts. Their friendship had blossomed over years of late-night study sessions, shared laughter over ridiculous inside jokes, and quiet walks around the castle grounds. But lately, something had shifted. The comfortable camaraderie they’d always shared suddenly felt… different. At least, it did on her end.

It all started with one lingering touch.

It wasn’t anything overly flirtatious—just Remus gently brushing her arm when handing her a book during their usual spot in the library. But the moment his fingers grazed her skin, a spark had ignited inside her, leaving her breathless and painfully aware of just how close he had been. Since that moment, she couldn’t stop thinking about him—about the warmth of his hand, the way his brown eyes glinted when he smiled, how she felt safe and seen whenever they were together. It was maddening.

And now, Y/N was pacing back and forth in the Gryffindor common room, her hands tangled in her hair as she vented to her best friend, Lily Evans.

"I can't stop thinking about him, Lily!" Y/N exclaimed, nearly knocking over a cup of tea in her haste. "Remus! And it’s driving me insane. I mean, what was that touch? That touch—it was nothing, but everything, you know? I swear, I’ve never been this pathetic over a guy before."

Lily raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She had been watching the two of them for a while now, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that there was more between Y/N and Remus than either of them realized. She set her tea cup down, a mischievous glint in her green eyes.

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," Lily said with a knowing tone, crossing her arms. "I’ve seen the way you look at him when you think no one’s watching."

Y/N groaned, flopping onto the couch dramatically. "This is ridiculous! He’s my friend. My good friend. And now every time he’s near me, I’m… I don’t know, melting like some kind of love-struck idiot."

Lily laughed softly. "Well, it sounds to me like someone needs a little nudge. What are you waiting for? A grand confession from him?" She paused thoughtfully before her eyes lit up with a spark of inspiration. "Wait, I have an idea."

Y/N sat up, her eyes wide. "What? What idea?"

Lily leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice as if they were planning the most intricate plot in wizarding history. "You want Remus? I’ll help you get him. But we need to make a plan. A plan where he realizes just how amazing you are."

Y/N blinked, slightly stunned by the sudden shift. "Wait, are you seriously going to help me? You, the one who always says I should wait for things to happen naturally?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Lily said with a wink. "Plus, you’re clearly head over heels, and you’ve been too busy staring at him to actually do something about it. Leave it to me. I’ll get the Marauders involved. They owe me a favor anyway."

Over the next few days, Lily set her plan into motion, gathering the Marauders for an impromptu meeting in the common room. Y/N had no idea what was going on, but she was already feeling the heat of anticipation in her chest. The Marauders—James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus—had always been close to her, but now that her feelings for Remus were growing, the thought of being around all of them was starting to make her feel a little self-conscious.

One evening, while they were all sitting by the fire in the common room, Lily subtly nudged her toward Remus. He was sitting on the other side of the room, a book in his lap, looking so effortlessly handsome that Y/N could barely keep her focus.

"You know what I think?" Lily whispered, leaning closer. "I think you should go over there. Sit next to him. Get a little closer. Let him see just how much you’ve been avoiding him."

Y/N’s eyes widened. "You want me to just… sit next to him?"

"Yep. And don’t be all nervous about it. Just be yourself." Lily gave her a sly smile. "And I’ll take care of the rest."

Lily’s plan was set into motion the very next evening. As Y/N walked into the common room, she found Remus lounging near the fire, reading a book. His hair was slightly messy, his glasses perched low on his nose, and his warm smile greeted her as she entered.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, looking up from his book. "How’s it going?"

"Good," she replied, her heart pounding in her chest. She hesitated for a moment before taking the seat beside him, her knee brushing his in the process. It wasn’t intentional—at least, not entirely—but the moment their legs touched, she could feel the heat spreading up her spine.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asked casually, trying to hide the way her stomach was doing flips.

"Of course not," Remus replied with a smile, not seeming to notice the nervous fluttering in her chest. He continued reading his book, but the proximity made Y/N acutely aware of every little movement he made, of the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, of the faint scent of the woods and parchment that always lingered around him.

"Y/N," Lily said from across the room, catching her attention with a pointed glance. She gestured subtly toward Remus, then to herself, as if signaling some silent code.

Y/N blinked, her heart pounding in her ears. What was Lily up to? Before she could question it, Sirius, who had been watching the whole thing with a grin, leaned toward James and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, "So, what do you think, James? Should we help these two out? I feel like we could, you know, nudge them in the right direction."

James immediately caught on. "Oh, absolutely. Time for a little friendly intervention."

Peter, who had been quietly observing the conversation from the corner, suddenly piped up. "Are we talking about Remus and Y/N? I think we can help. A few well-placed compliments, maybe some strategic distraction…"

Before Y/N knew what was happening, the Marauders had begun their campaign. James and Sirius started joking around with Remus, purposely steering the conversation toward how “amazing” Y/N was—her intelligence, her kindness, the way she could make the most mundane tasks feel fun. Meanwhile, Peter, being the expert in misdirection, kept Y/N distracted with casual small talk, occasionally giving her a teasing wink.

Every time one of them said something about her, Y/N’s heart skipped. She was blushing. She had to admit, their plan was working.

Finally, Remus glanced over at her, his brown eyes meeting hers with a soft, almost shy smile. "You know," he said, his voice low and warm, "I’ve been meaning to tell you something."

Y/N’s heart leapt into her throat. "What’s that?"

He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled softly. "I think I’ve been a little oblivious... But I do like spending time with you. A lot more than I’ve realized."

Y/N blinked. "Oh," she breathed, a smile tugging at her lips. "I think I like spending time with you too."

Sirius, from across the room, gave a thumbs-up, and James clapped dramatically. Peter, ever the strategist, even pretended to be busy so they could have the moment to themselves.

Remus, looking a little sheepish but pleased, finally leaned closer. "Would you maybe want to… go for a walk? You know, just the two of us?"

Y/N’s smile widened. "I’d love that."

As they stood up together, heading toward the door, Lily gave Y/N a wink, mouthing, “Mission accomplished.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. Maybe it hadn’t been so hard after all. And thanks to her friends—especially the Marauders—Remus Lupin was no longer just her good friend.

He was something much, much more.

[ink-and-dagger]

What if Astrid find a pic of young Silco by accident hehhehehehhehehehehhe

Snapshot

A Drink With Me ficlet

870 words || Established relationship || Silco x Astrid (but can be read as gen f!reader) || SFW but suggestive || MDNI

“Oh my Gods.”

“What?”

“Oh. My Gods.”

Time has stripped the photograph between your fingers of its glossy sheen and has left the edges blunt and frayed, but you would recognise those features anywhere; no less sharp nor striking through the faded sepia.

“This is you.”

It had slipped from between two ledgers as you’d perused Silco’s bookshelves – an activity more to entertain your idle hands than a genuine search for reading material. The image itself is simple and candid: A young man, seemingly oblivious to the fact his portrait is being taken, sat at a familiar bar, with eyes downcast toward a spread of papers.

That same man looks up at you now from a very similar spread of papers. “What is?”

“This.” You drift over to his desk and perch on its edge, all the while unable to tear your gaze from the photo in your hands. The pitch dark hair swept back into a low bun. The familiar strays – the same ones that even now will always be the first to escape any styling under the combing of agitated fingers – falling forward into his face, only far longer and thicker than you’re used to. His skin, unblemished and smooth, save for the chronic furrow between his brows – etched there long before time and tragedy ravaged the rest.

Silco hums absently; an indication that he acknowledges your discovery but finds little interest in it. You can imagine the man in the photograph making the exact same noise, were someone to distract him from his paperwork for a reason he deemed benign. You flip the photo over. No date.

“How old are you here?”

Silco exhales through his nose, places his pen down with a pointed clack, and extends his hand wordlessly toward you.

“Hah! Do you think I’m wet behind the ears?” you hold the photograph out of his reach, “You can tell just fine from over there thank you very much.”

He cuts you a scathing glance, before leaning forward in his chair with a foreboding creak to peer more closely at the image. His scarred lips purse slightly in thought.

“Mid–late twenties. I can’t say for certain.”

“You were hot.”

“Were?”

“Were and are,” you coo, reclining backwards over the desk into his space, one elbow pitched on his paperwork to hold your weight whilst you flap the photograph in front of his face, “Can I keep this?”

“For what reason?”

“Dirty ones.”

“Hardly necessary,” Silco says, the very corner of his mouth creasing upwards as he catches your wrist to halt your photo-flapping, “You have access to the real thing.”

“True, true, and you can be sure I’ll continue taking advantage of that.” You grin, shoving your captured, photo-wielding arm a little closer to him in emphasis, “But right now I’m talking about some alone time with this guy.”

Silco scoffs under his breath and releases your wrist. You twist onto your front, weight propped on both elbows as you admire the photograph in your grip. You trace a finger down the slender throat of the man in the photo, over the generous wedge of chest exposed by his open crimson collar.

“D’you think he’d notice me? If I came into that bar?”

“Oh I’m certain he would.”

“Yeah?” You lift your gaze from the man in the photo to the one before you – as equally breathtaking. More so. You catch your lower lip between your teeth. “What line would he use?”

Silco hums, low and thoughtful, leaning forward in his chair, closing in on your space. He picks up his abandoned pen, briefly twirling the implement until it’s poised between his elegant fingers like a cigarette. Nib safely facing his own palm.

“After downing the dregs of his drink for courage... he would have approached you.”

With sensual tenderness, he brushes the barrel of his pen along your cheek, warmed metal against warmer skin. Catching at the curve of your jawline, and tracing over your pulse in a way that makes it fumble a beat.

“Cast his gaze over each of your pretty, pretty features. One by one,” he murmurs, slowly drawing the end of the pen down your jugular, down the slope of your collar bone, to leisurely trail through the cut of your cleavage. The corner of your mouth hooks up. The warmth low in your belly coils a little tighter.

“He would have leaned in close,” Silco whispers, demonstrating just so, “Close enough that you’d almost taste the whiskey on his breath.”

Blunt metal drags a purposeful line up your throat, and your lips part softly as he tilts your face toward his with the barrel of his pen flat and firm beneath your chin.

“And asked you – very nicely – to stop leaning on his paperwork.”

You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek while Silco’s dual eyes sizzle with smug mirth. It’d be unthinkable, really – to forfeit either one for the sake of a matching pair.

You straighten and push off his desk, hips swaying as you saunter over to the bedroom with the photograph in hand.

“Well,” you say, pausing in the threshold and turning to him with a smirk, “If you need us, you know where we’ll be.”

[mykoreanlove]

say please? 🥺

“Open your legs baby, come on.” You shook your head in disagreement. Your boyfriend’s piercing eyes didn’t leave yours, not even for a second, as he was cowered in front of you, begging on his knees like the good boy that he was. His long fingers softly glided over your shins up to your thighs, but you still denied him access. “Baby, just do it.”

A soft energy surrounded him as he was trying to seduce you. Eun Woo had multiple sides to him, but he knew that you liked his whiny, pleading characteristics the most. Seeing him in such a state of contrast ignited a fire within you, one that would burn you with deep desire.

His appearance exuded an aura of danger, his well-defined physique and tousled hair presenting a captivating, heartthrob allure. Yet underneath this exterior, he radiated warmth and kindness, embodying qualities of compassion and love. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” His deep voice was hushed, yet sweet as honey. His eyes were glistening, painfully needy of his one true love. “Open your legs for me. Come on, princess.” You shook your head once more. Eagerly. Eun Woo chuckled in frustration, deciding on taking another route. “So, you don’t want my lips on the insides of your thighs? Pampering you with kisses? Soft, sweet kisses? The ones that are moist? Is that it?” You felt your thighs tingling, immediately responding to his words, screaming at you. “Now open your legs for me, honey.” He noticed you squeezing your thighs together in response and smirked internally, knowing that his tactics were paying off. Eun Woo got up on his knees and propped his arms on both of your sides, leaning in for a kiss but stopping right before touching your lips. His scent was intoxicating. His breath was too sweet. Everything in you fought hard to not give in. “You know that I can make you feel really good, don’t you, baby? The kind that has you high for days? Hooked even?” He watched you cautiously, all his focus was on you. You heard him whisper sultrily once more. “Open your legs for me, darling.” Eun Woo’s eyes darted down to your throat, only for a millisecond, catching you gulping hardly. He knew what he was doing to you, just as you knew what your resistance to him did. But now he was getting impatient. He turned his head to the side and graced your ear with his soft lips. “Let me taste you, baby girl. I really want to fucking taste you. Slide my tongue into your wet pussy. You are wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” He noticed your chest heaving heavily, going all in now. “Let me tell you what I want to do to you, y/n. You are going to open your legs for me, and I will dive head-first into your precious cunt. And I will drink you up like juice. I’m going to circle on your clit, poking and sucking until you’re jelly for me. Let me make that cherry pop, baby girl.” A soft moan escaped your lips, his words definitely painted a picture for you. “Open your legs for me, now.” You felt the heat in your body, but you decided to make him wait a little longer, you needed him agitated for a bit longer. Eun Woo clicked his tongue impatiently; the annoyance was written all over his face. “After I made your cherry pop, I’ll be sliding my tongue into your hole, baby girl. Sliding in and out, in and out while your delicious juices will be drooping all over me. Let me lick your folds. Let me lick you clean. Please just let me tongue-fuck you. Please.” His voice was almost breaking, his need for you too unbearable. Eun Woo turned around to face you again while breathing deeply. He noticed your dilated pupils and flared nostrils; he could even sense your pussy’s heat from up here. Fuck, you both needed each other badly, so he tried one last time. “Open your legs for me, baby. Please?”

[astro-stars]

can your horns be used as handles (TWST

The dimly lit, atmospheric common room of Diasomnia was alive with the faint crackle of a magical fireplace. Yuu sat at a table strewn with notes, quills, and books, working diligently on a project with Sebek. Well, Sebek was working diligently, his handwriting precise and his focus unwavering. Yuu, on the other hand, was half-distracted, their mind wandering as they stared at the intricate patterns of the dorm’s decor.

It wasn’t until Malleus entered the room, his regal presence as commanding as ever, that Yuu’s thoughts crystallized into a single, burning question that had been lingering in their mind for weeks. They glanced at Sebek, who was muttering about the importance of proper formatting, and then at Malleus, who had taken a seat on the nearby couch with Lilia and Silver.

Without thinking, Yuu blurted out, “Hey, Malleus, can you feel your horns?”

The room went silent. Sebek froze mid-sentence, his quill poised in the air as if someone had just declared open war on the Thorn Fairy herself. Lilia’s lips curled into an amused smile, while Silver blinked slowly, clearly trying to process the sudden shift in conversation. Malleus, for his part, tilted his head slightly, his expression one of mild curiosity.

“My horns?” Malleus repeated, his deep voice tinged with intrigue. “What an unusual question, child of man. May I ask what brought this to mind?”

Yuu flushed but pressed on, their curiosity outweighing their embarrassment. “I’ve just been wondering. Like, are they sensitive? Can you feel them the same way you feel your hands or something?”

Sebek’s face turned an alarming shade of red. “HUMAN! How dare you ask such a personal question of the Young Master?!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the room. “Have you no sense of propriety?!”

“It’s fine, Sebek,” Malleus said calmly, raising a hand to silence him. “I find the question rather intriguing.” He turned his attention back to Yuu, his emerald eyes gleaming. “To answer your question: Yes, I can feel my horns, though not in the same way I feel my hands. They are part of me, but their sensitivity is… limited, shall we say.”

“Huh,” Yuu said, nodding thoughtfully. “That’s kind of cool. So, theoretically, if someone were to, I don’t know, use them as handles, would that… bother you?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Sebek looked like he was about to faint from sheer outrage, while Lilia burst into laughter, his voice ringing out like bells. Silver sighed, rubbing his temples, as if wondering why he even bothered to stay awake for these conversations.

Malleus blinked, his expression unreadable for a moment before his lips quirked into a faint smile. “Handles, you say?”

“Yuu!” Sebek shouted, his voice cracking. “That is utterly disgraceful! Apologize to the Young Master at once!”

Lilia wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Oh, Yuu, you truly are a delight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sebek this close to imploding.”

“I’m just curious!” Yuu defended, throwing up their hands. “It’s not like I’m actually going to try it or anything. I just… wondered.”

Malleus regarded Yuu for a moment longer before nodding slowly. “I see no harm in curiosity, as long as it remains respectful. However, I would advise against using my horns as… handles, as you put it. They are still a part of me, after all.”

“Fair enough,” Yuu said, grinning sheepishly. “Thanks for answering, though. I’ve been wondering about that for a while.”

Sebek groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Why does the Young Master tolerate this insolence?!”

Silver patted Sebek on the shoulder, his voice calm. “Relax. It’s not worth losing sleep over.”

Lilia leaned back in his seat, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Well, this has certainly been the most entertaining study session I’ve witnessed in years. Carry on, Yuu. You make life in Diasomnia much more lively.”

Yuu laughed nervously, returning to their project. They made a mental note to think twice before letting their curiosity get the better of them again—though they couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit proud for making Malleus smile.

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Endless Astro Fic Recs

a/n: had a bit of fun with this ol' site today. not all of my fics are here yet, and this will be updated as we go. also, I cannot speak as to the accuracy of my choices — if thou doth protest, you're welcome to do so!

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Aries ♈️

turning red (modern Daemon)

burn them all for you (Aemond)

heart on fire (Aemond)

as I believe in you (Anakin)

if these walls could speak (Daemon/Aemond)

Taurus ♉️

she is my heart (Daemon)

hmm, a christmas drabble (Aemond)

babydoll (Bucky)

blue eyes so green (Ewan)

Gemini ♊️

chemical override (Ewan)

in the shadow of your heart (Daemon)

so high school (Bucky)

serrated edges (Aemond)

Cancer ♋️

the sapphire and his sun (Aemond)

there's hope for us yet (Anakin)

eclipsed (modern Aemond)

Leo ♌️

be young, be dope, be proud (modern Aemond)

fire like yours (Daemon)

but daddy, i love him (Daemon)

my man of the year (Ewan)

sun (Ewan)

do me no good (Ewan)

Virgo ♍️

casual (modern Aemond)

rogue ink (Daemon)

maroon (modern Aemond)

too soon to tell you I love you! (Ewan)

laundry day (Ewan)

Libra ♎️

backhand stroke (modern Aemond)

tongue in cheek (Tom Bennett)

husband for a day (Ewan)

Scorpio ♏️

sapphire-hearted (Aemond)

le marquis et le moineau (Marquis de Gramont)

dollface (Bucky)

revel in my depravity (Aemond au)

Sagittarius ♐️

diet pepsi (modern Aemond)

the other side of the door (Ewan)

the bolter (Steve/Bucky)

Capricorn ♑️

i will never say that i am in love (Aemond)

labyrinth (Aemond)

without you, i would not be (Daemon)

Aquarius ♒️

national anthem (modern Aemond)

in between (Ewan)

House Mitchell takes on Halloween (Ewan)

Pisces ♓️

lavender haze (Aemond)

the only place (Ewan)

technicolour (modern Aemond)

[astrobei]

make me long for your kiss

[wakyu-waku]

I love your writing! Can I have an Astro x Reader, please? Reader is usually very outgoing and energetic, but around Astro they’re very calm and quiet. Astro asks about this one day, and Reader is like “oh you don’t like loud noises.”

Slides you two dollars and a stick of gum

Of course! I love the idea very very much, and you anon have the honor to be my first Dandy’s World x Reader story! And apologies for the delay, I’ve had a mini break to charge my power to start writing everybody’s requests!

Astro x Reader - Slumber Party

You and Astro were exact opposites in every way, with Astro being the calm yet timid introvert he was- and you the energetic flower. Always happy to have fun and help other toons, as Astro observed from afar about you.

You and Astro were exact opposites in every way, that it came as a surprise to him and every toon that you’d caught feelings for him- and made it very clear by confessing to him.

You and Astro had already been close friends before such feelings blossomed, however Astro always noticed when it was just the two of you alone- you suddenly were all calm and quiet. You were still your kind self, however such a shift made Astro wonder- even after your confession to him.

And your confession to him gave him more questions than answers.

It was just the two of you looking at the starry sky, when you whispered your love to Astro with the same happy grin.

You expected Astro to be asleep already by the time you whispered your love to him, but suddenly his eyes sprung open and a blue blush was cast over his cheeks.

It’d been a few weeks then when you two started dating, and now you were planning a slumber party for all the toons!

“Brightney, I’m really grateful you were so eager to help organize everything for the slumber party!” You energetically say as Brightney crossed off some checkmarks on her list, not knowing Astro was watching from afar as usual.

“Of course [Your Name]! I’m always happy to help you and Astro!” Brightney giggled.

“Everything’s ready for this awesome slumber party! See you tonight!”

As Brightney waved goodbye, you would notice Astro putting some lavender on the vases. You’d go over and help him out.

“Lavendars?” You ask with a warm smile, your voice now a mere whisper.

“Mhm..” Astro nods, smiling back at seeing your face. “They help with sleep and anxiety..”

“I remember the smell.. Did you put some of it on your blanket?” You ask, making Astro a bit shocked you’d notice such a small detail on such a quiet Toon like himself.

“Mhm.. I have..!” Astro nods, a blue blush dusting his cheeks.

Soon enough, the sun had set and it was time for the slumber party! Toons started flooding in, and you did most of the greeting as Astro watched.

“I HATE SLUMBER PARTIES!!” Shrimpo shouted as he stomped in.

“But you came by anyways! Hehehe!” You giggled as Shrimpo grimaced.

“You know [Your Name], this slumber party is so gorgeous! Really sparkling decorations!” Glisten praised until he froze up at the sight of a familiar fish bowl.

“Glisten’s right, [Your Name]! This really is Fin-Tastic!” Finn laughed as Glisten scowled, and you couldn’t help but laugh along as well.

Astro watched on with a smile on his face at all the toons you talked to during the slumber party. Although he didn’t participate in the activities himself, he felt a fuzzy feeling watching you and everyone else have fun.

But if you’re so happy all energetic and outgoing, why weren’t you that way around him? Was he making you unhappy all this time?

He always had these questions in him, but at this particular night they started to claw at him so tightly like the second pair of arms around his body.

When it was finally time for all the toons to go to sleep in their own sleeping bags or spots on the couch, you and Astro stayed awake.

Astro couldn’t believe the look of love in your eyes as you at him.

“[Your Name]..” Astro shakily sighed out, worry weighing his back. “You’re always so outgoing and excited with the other toons.. However with me, you’re so quiet.. Why is that?”

You only gave a reassuring smile and opened up your arms.

“You don’t like loud noises Astro, so I’m quiet so you’re comfortable. Because I love you very very much..”

Sleeping in your arms felt like the softest cloud in the world for Astro, and his worries all flew away to the wind. Your love for him was the most comforting blanket, and that night every toon had a good dream.

[loopsforart]

Hey guys. The fic has updated several times and I think everyone should go read it now. Last Days of the Garden - Dandy's World (Roblox)- [Archive of Our Own] Some of these drawings are unrelated.

[atsro-slut]

Hiya lovely! So ima project cause we love that with your amazing writing, but I was thinking about reader who cries very easily and then she gets mad/upset at Remus and when he raises his voice during an argument she just loses it and cries but is too stubborn and mad to let him comfort her? I love a little hurt/comfort now and then to balance out the fluff 🤭 Thank you and enjoy your holidaysss <3

Snowfall and Second Chances

Hi hon!! This one hit super close to home, so I hope I did it well! Enjoy!!

Remus Lupin x female!reader

After a fight with Remus, Y/N's tears won’t stop—no matter how hard she tries. When Remus tries to comfort her, she pushes him away, but he’s not giving up that easily. Can he fix things before Y/N’s stubbornness gets the best of her?

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:☆

The Gryffindor common room was warm and lively, the fire crackling in the hearth as students laughed and relaxed after a long day. But Y/N was not in the mood to enjoy it. She sat stiffly on one of the plush couches, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a storm brewing behind her eyes. Across from her, Remus Lupin looked just as tense, though he was trying his best to remain calm.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice careful. “I wasn’t trying to embarrass you.”

“Oh, really?” Y/N shot back, her tone sharp. “Because that’s exactly what it felt like, Remus.”

The incident in question had happened during dinner in the Great Hall. Remus had made an offhand joke—something about Y/N’s habit of losing her quill at least once a day—and it had earned a round of chuckles from their friends. But to Y/N, who was already feeling off that evening, it hadn’t been funny. It had felt like a spotlight shining on her in the worst way, and now, hours later, she couldn’t shake the sting of it.

“I wasn’t mocking you,” Remus said, his voice growing firmer as his frustration bubbled beneath the surface. “It was just a joke, Y/N. You know I’d never want to hurt you.”

“Maybe you should think about how your ‘jokes’ sound before you say them,” Y/N snapped, her voice trembling. She could feel the telltale prick of tears threatening to spill over but fought desperately to keep them at bay. Crying would only make this worse.

“Merlin, Y/N!” Remus threw his hands up in exasperation, his voice rising now. “Why are you blowing this so out of proportion? I’ve apologized a dozen times already!”

And that was it. The dam broke.

The first tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek before she could stop it, followed quickly by another. She clenched her jaw, her throat tightening as the sobs she was holding back threatened to escape.

“Don’t,” she said, her voice wobbling as she tried to maintain her composure.

But it was no use. Once the tears started, there was no stopping them.

Remus’s frustration evaporated the moment he saw her cry, replaced instantly by regret. “Y/N...” he said softly, reaching out to her.

“Don’t,” she said again, pulling away from him and wiping furiously at her cheeks. “I don’t need your sympathy right now, Remus.”

“But—”

“No!” she cut him off, her voice breaking. “You raised your voice, Remus. You never raise your voice. And now you want to comfort me? Forget it.”

Y/N stood abruptly, wrapping her arms around herself as if to shield her heart. She was too upset, too stubborn to let him close. Every part of her wanted to retreat, to hide away until the tears dried and the ache in her chest faded.

“I’m going to bed,” she said, her voice tight as she turned toward the stairs leading to the girls’ dormitory.

“Y/N, please don’t go like this,” Remus called after her, his voice gentle again.

But Y/N didn’t stop. If she turned around, she might crumble, and she wasn’t ready for that.

The dormitory was quiet and dark, but Y/N couldn’t sleep. She lay curled up under her blankets, staring at the ceiling as her emotions churned. She hated fighting with Remus. He was usually so patient, so kind. But tonight had been different, and she didn’t know how to bridge the gap between them.

She thought about his apology, about the hurt in his voice when he’d tried to explain himself. Maybe she had overreacted. Maybe. But that didn’t make her pain any less real.

Eventually, her exhaustion won out, and she drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to the pale light of dawn streaming through the curtains. Her head felt heavy, and her eyes were puffy from crying. She groaned softly, sitting up and hugging her knees to her chest.

There was a soft knock on the dormitory door.

“Y/N?”

It was Remus.

She froze, her heart leaping into her throat.

“I know you’re probably still upset with me,” he said through the door. “But... I made you something. Can I show you?”

Curiosity got the better of her. She slipped out of bed, tying her robe around her before opening the door just a crack.

Remus stood there, holding a steaming mug in one hand and a small, folded piece of parchment in the other. His expression was soft, his eyes full of remorse.

“I made you hot chocolate,” he said, holding out the mug. “And... I wrote this.”

He handed her the parchment, and she opened it slowly. Inside was a short note, written in his neat handwriting:

Dear Y/N, I’m sorry for last night. I should have been more careful with my words, and I shouldn’t have raised my voice. You mean the world to me, and the last thing I want is to hurt you. Please let me make it up to you. Love, Remus.

Y/N felt a lump rise in her throat as she read the note. She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with fresh tears—not of anger this time, but of gratitude.

“Remus,” she said softly.

“Can I come in?” he asked hesitantly.

She nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

They sat together on the edge of her bed, the hot chocolate warming her hands as they talked.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Remus said, his voice earnest. “Sometimes I forget that you feel things so deeply, and that’s one of the things I love about you. But I was thoughtless, and I’m sorry.”

“I overreacted,” Y/N admitted, her voice small. “I know you didn’t mean to embarrass me. I was just... tired and sensitive, and then when you raised your voice, it just hit me harder than it should have.”

“You have every right to feel the way you feel,” Remus said gently. “And I’ll do better to remember that.”

Y/N looked at him, her heart swelling with affection. “And I’ll try not to be so stubborn next time.”

“Deal,” he said with a small smile.

She leaned against him, letting his warmth and steady presence soothe her. For the first time since the argument, she felt at peace.

By the time they left the dormitory, the sun was fully up, casting a golden glow over the castle. Y/N and Remus walked hand in hand, the tension of the previous night replaced by a renewed sense of closeness.

“I was thinking,” Remus said as they made their way to the Great Hall, “maybe we could go for a walk later. Just the two of us. I hear the forest trail is beautiful in the snow.”

Y/N smiled up at him, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “I’d like that.”

And as they stepped into the warmth of the Great Hall, Y/N realized that even the most challenging moments could bring them closer—because with Remus, every storm eventually gave way to sunshine.

[ink-and-dagger]

Remember in Drink With Me Chapter 9 when they get hammered and Silco smiles at Astrid?

Yeah. That’s the one.

🖤

[mykoreanlove]

afraid of love

Exhausted from the intensity of the night before, you sank into the comforting embrace of your fluffy bed. But even in the tranquility of your room, your mind raced with memories of Eun Woo.

Did he make it to Seoul already?

Images of last night flooded your consciousness like a vivid, intoxicating dream.

Heated kisses on every inch of your body ignited a fire within you, each touch sending shivers down your spine and leaving you breathless with desire. Eun Woo's lips, soft and insistent, traced a path of passion across your skin.

His dark, brown eyes seemed to peer into the depths of your soul, stripping away all pretense and laying bare the raw, unfiltered emotions that lay hidden within. In those moments, it felt as though you were the only two people in the world, lost in a shared intimacy that transcended words.

Your bodies intertwined for hours, moving together in a dance of ecstasy and longing. Every touch was a symphony of pleasure that left you both gasping for breath.

Dirty promises were whispered into your ear, each word sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. In the darkness of the night, with only the sound of your ragged breaths to fill the silence, you reveled in the shared intimacy of your whispered confessions, each promise a testament to the passion that burned between you.

As the night wore on, you both became a canvas for each other's desires, covering each other in colorful marks that served as a physical reminder of the passion that had ignited between you.

And as sleep finally claimed you both, you drifted off in his strong embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that you had found something special, a connection that transcended the physical and reached deep into the depths of your soul.

Adrenaline flooded your system as you thought off all the things you did last night.

Or three nights prior to that. You matched on a random Sunday, after being abstinent from dating for a long time. Eun Woo was in town only for a couple of days for a video shoot but that didn’t stop him from having a good time.

He had been single for years after having his heart shattered by his first love. Ever since, he toyed with women as he pleased.

The first date was spent in his apartment, eating, and talking, cuddling, and fucking.

He was a passionate lover, even though he was starving for love and affection. The second date was a spontaneous invitation late at night, after all his mandatory meetings had been dealt with.

You repeated the first date’s actions but this time it felt more familiar, already knowing what you liked and needed. Eun Woo gave you his all, adoring you in every way he could.

Until he had to leave.

You remembered the sound of his alarm clock this morning, way too early and too sudden. He shifted in his sleep, groaning as he did not want to leave you.

Kisses on your neck were accompanied by his fingers entering you, sighing in appreciation. “God, you feel so fucking good, y/n.”

Minutes after he was gone, catching his plane back to Seoul. You put your fingers on your lips, looking for the traces he had left. The sudden vibration of your phone brought you back into the present moment.

I landed. Tired as fuck though. How are you?

Missing you.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up – after all he didn’t even live in the same country. This was nothing but a repeated one-night stand, right? You thought back to the conversation you had before falling asleep.

“Do you think there is a future for us?”

He caught you off guard with this question, making you panic to find the right words.

“That depends on how well you treat me, Eun Woo”, you mocked jokingly.

He broke into laughter, loving your sassy side.

“I will love the ground you walk on, my queen. How about that?”

You joined in on his laughter and turned to face him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

He nodded.

Did you really mean it, though?

Oh, good! Seoul has you back then 😉 Lying in bed and cuddling my plushie since you’re gone…

Did that sound stupid?

Your insecurities churned within you, suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything you said and did.

Haha

That’s it?

You felt sick to your stomach as you took that as confirmation. After all, you were right about him. He only used you for some fun during his trip. And now he’s back in his real life, in which you had no place in.

This was nothing but fun to him. Nothing but a repeated one-night stand.

Brrrr.

Brrrr.

Brrrrr.

What the fuck?

Barely awake you searched for your phone on your nightstand.

3:33 AM.

Who the fuck texts me at this hour?

You were instantly awake as you realized who it was.

Eun Woo.

I have no idea if you’re awake. You’re probably asleep. And I shouldn’t blow up your phone. But I can’t help myself.

Anxiety formed in your stomach.

What was that supposed to mean?

Are you okay?

It took him seconds to answer.

You’re awake? Did I wake you? I’m sorry.

You sat up in bed, anxiously typing your reply.

It’s alright. Why are you up? Everything okay?

You saw him type his reply for minutes, driving you crazy in your heightened state.

No. Nothing is okay. I can’t stop thinking about you.

You swore your heart skipped a beat.

Did I read that right?

I can’t stop thinking about you and it drives me crazy.

You gasped, trying to think of a reply.

You make it sound like it’s a bad thing…

Countless messages followed.

It is. Because you are not here with me. And I’m not there with you. I… I didn’t want to leave you this morning. I wanted to stay. With you, y/n. I really wanted to stay.

You pinched yourself, unsure if this was real.

Ouch.

Definitely real.

I know I sound crazy. Maybe I am. But I have fallen for you. HARD. The last hours I’ve thought about how I can manage to come back to your city. Or how I could persuade you to come visit me in Seoul. I almost popped a blood vessel thinking of ways. What did you do to me?

You chuckled. Relief washed over you, since he felt the same way you did.

I keep replaying last night over and over. How mesmerizing it felt to look into your beautiful eyes. How amazing it felt to kiss you. How mind-blowing it felt to be inside you. Oh god and speaking of blowing. The way your juicy lips wrapped around my cock? I’m losing my mind here, y/n. I’ve jerked off twice and still I couldn’t fall asleep. Or stop thinking about you. I’m a simp now, aren’t I? Look what you turned me into.

You were in shock.

Hours ago, you thought he would abandon you and go on with his life but here he was, confessing his desire for you. Making it obvious that he wants to continue this and get to know you better.

Now is the time to get my hopes up, right?

Do you want me to fly over?

You felt brave asking, believing in your chance at love for once.

Already checking flights, babe.

A broad smile formed on your lips.

I can’t believe this.

He is serious, isn’t he?

I can’t wait to be with you, y/n. I really fucking mean it. And that scares me the most.

You understood him perfectly, especially since the connection between you was so strong. This was nothing like you had ever encountered before. It scared you just as much, but you were willing to try.

Hey, uhm… Wanna be scared together?

[mmmbored]

Admittedly I'm kinda randomly typing berryfunny stuff here, but it'll be angst. The twisteds here are also kind of clones but some aren't like some are infected i didn't think it through.

Healed Goob, he had to take a stopping point, a break, but that's no worries,it was Pebble who was stepping up to distract now. Pebble, doing a good job of not getting hit while distracting, to which Sprout had to focus on others now-which is good! Once the group had finally made it into the elevator, Sprout let out a sigh of relief, mentally exhausted from managing everyone else. Still, Cosmo was not on this floor at all, so where was he?

Finally, preparing his next heal as soon as possible-Sprout turns to the toon he knows very well is on one; Looey. "Here you go Looey, oh god I am so sor-" but Looey cuts him off.

"Ah no Sprout its fine!" Looey grins, a huge smile on his face to which Sprout narrows his gaze on the balloon boy, his long inflated ears pinning back as he avoids contact with the main toons eyes, the strawberry evidently not having it.

"Looey..."

"Sprout i promise its okay!" Looey exclaims as he raises his hands in surrender.

"But you're not distracting," Sprout puts a hand on his hip, his head tilting to the side. Looey sheepishly turns his head the other way, nervous since Sprout always was worried on him.

"I mean you gotta save them for the distractors, right?" Looey questions. "I'm not gonna pop with the others handling the twisteds!"

"Looey-"

"I mean c'mon Sprout!" Looey's tail wags in anxiety. "I don't want to waste any of your tapes!" His back is pressed against the wall, beginning to babble out of nervousness. "You got a lot of tapes i know but everyone else SURELY needs more then me and when we find Cosmo again I know you'll need to-"

"You're not a waste of anything," Sprout said as he tosses the heal at Looey, the sound of a balloon inflating with a loud whistle noise. Looey blushes a little, albeit embarrassed with ending up being healed right away before Looey laughs nervously.

The elevator opens with the two staring at eachother as the other toons make it onto the floor. "Ah-AH of course I know that!" looey says proudly, looking up and blinking rapidly as his voice cracks, Sprout watching him as Looey speeds off into the floor, the strawberry toon smiling and shaking his head before leaving the elevator to proceed onto the floor.

400 tapes.

Healed Pebble.

300 tapes.

No Cosmo.

For now until they were able to find a band, both distractors were in fact taking a break. Sprout was doing a machine, struggling a bit due to the machines always being complicated. Looey was standing nearby in case a twisted goes near, but occasionally he looks over Sprouts shoulder with curious eyes.

Sprout, after what felt like eons, he turns to Looey with a smirk on his face. "You wanna help me with this?" Sprout asks as his hand pats the wheel of the ichor machine, the balloon toon blushing just a little. Noticing the blushing, the strawberry continues on his tirade. "Come on, I'm such a slowpoke. Besides I need someone at work here," Sprout snickers, the healer stepping aside while Looey went onto the machine instead, Sprout waiting near.

Looey made a bit of whistling noises that sounded like a balloon deflated but he's more embarrassed then anything--and nervous. When the machine is completed the two begin to walk off to check on other machines since the loud sound of the elevator hadn't opened yet. Sprout let out a shakey sigh to break the silence after the two ran off from twisteds, Looey being in more of a risk then Sprout. Looey turned to Sprout raising a brow.

"Theres no Cosmo again..." Sprout murmurs in a bit of a low voice. "I'm worried. I havent seen him since the elevator shut floors ago. I know he had to have made it out. I just-" His heart felt heavy, being reminded that he didn't run off after Cosmo as the elevator was open because he was SURE that his best friend was okay, because if anyone was gonna be okay, it'd be his best friend on the way to the elevator. Being reassured that Cosmo is strong and will find his way puts him at ease, but he's growing ill at the thought.

Looey put a hand on Sprouts back, his ears pin back at his friend's distress. "Hey hey..." Looey says with a frown, not trying to crack jokes or anything--hell Sprout might kill him for that. "He's gonna be okay Sprout. We will find him. We'll find Cosmo." Looey told Sprout as Sprout nodded. "Theres only so much you can do." Internally, he admired Sprout so much for what he did for everybody-even if he felt the care Sprout showed toward him didn't feel deserved. He felt icky for being cared for over others--even if the others were doing fine.

The reassurance didn't help.

"I-okay....okay...." He ran his hands through his leaf-ey hair and took a deep breath, the sound of the elevator opening racking through the floor as all the toons rushed to the elevator. But unfortuonately Astro lead a toon to the elevator, causing Sprout to get grazed by a twisted Brightney.

"Astro!" Sprout snaps immediately as even though he was on one, he didnt care. What he cared on was more that Astro was seemingly out of it. Looey and many of the other toons flinched. "Get out of whatever funk you're in now! It's dangerous to be zoning out like this especially now!" Sprout snaps as Astro looks down and away ashamed.

Knowing Sprout is on one though, Looey searches his belongings: cola, box of chocolates, and a valve. No band. "Sprout, maybe you should just-" Looey began but Sprout cuts off.

"I'm fine Looey," Sprout grumbles, Teagen walking forward.

"Are you sure dear? I have-"

"I said I'm fine!" Sprout exclaims, sounding more and more agitated which only makes everyone else go completely silent as everything felt tense, everyone moving onto the floor in silence. Looey watches the strawberry toon walk off, about to walk after but then Brightney stops Looey.

"He might just want some alone time. I think he's agitated about Cosmo," Brightney spoke, Looey biting his lip. He just wanted to be there for Sprout--especially since he didn't want Sprout to be alone in his thoughts like how he let himself get alone in his thoughts when Yatta-

"I'm going after him. He needs someone," Looey told Brightney and just walks off faster, unable to be convinced by the light toon. As other toons focused on machines, Looey found Sprout anxiously collecting tapes--he could tell he was anxious. "Sprout-"

Sprout immediately looks up to Looey and his eyes widened. "Hey...-hey! You okay? You need help? You okay?" Sprout asks, sort of lighting up as he steps forward to check on Looey but Looey shakes his head and steps back.

"No!-" the toon replied a bit loud but he cleared his throat. "Nono, I'm okay!" He reassures Sprout and then tilts his head, his ears going low. "Are you okay?"

The main toon could only stare at him, finally he shakes his head to snap out of it before responding: "What? Yeah of course I'm okay!"

"Were you able to find a band?"

"Well--no. But I'm trying to collect tapes so I can heal others when they need it. They've been doing good in not getting hit as much."

"Is Cosmo here?"

But then there was only silence as Sprout did not dare respond to what Looey had asked, now his eyes grew glossy as he turned away. Looey steps closer. "Its okay, it's okay-" Looey wasnt sure how to comfort. He put a hand on Sprouts back but Sprout didn't back away, thats how he knows Sprout is in a worse mood. How can he comfort him? Would Sprout even appreciate it? Then, Looey remembers how Goob always asks if the toons need a hug.

Looey then moves forward to go hug Sprout from the side, but Sprout stiffens before he immediately turns to fully hug Looey, Looey returning the hug and Sprout hugging tight-but not too tight for the balloon toon. Sprout buries his face in Looeys shoulder, his eyes watery there and Looey just keeps his hand on Sprouts back, the two standing there and Sprout basking in Looeys comfort after accepting the hug.

However accepting the two had to be moving on- Sprout let's go of Looey, much to looeys dismay and Sprout shoots a small smile. "Thanks." It was something in Sprouts eyes that Looey can't really discern--but Looeys tail wagged as the two just walked together to do machines the rest of that floor, the floor getting done rather quickly.

While waiting in the elevator, Sprout turns to talk to Looey "Looey...." Looey's head rose up to look at Sprout. Sprouts gaze is soft, Looey blushing just a little. "Thank you..." Sprout said in a content voice. Looey's ears pinned back and his tail began to wag.

"For what?" Looey asks with a stupid happy smile, but he just likes that seemingly made Sprout feel better.

"For the hug," the strawberry responds with a smile, the two standing next to eachother staring at eachother. "But also just trying to be there." In his head he'd much rather focus on tending to others but this...this was needed.

The elevator opens, the familiar thumping made a wave of unease wave over everybody, Pebble whining but then growling as he knew he had to distract so he took the moment to bark, a loud barking noise came from twisted pebble and then Pebble ran off with Twisted Pebble. Goob took off running.

"Bring me any of the regular twisteds!" Goob exclaims loudly as the many toons ran off to go and find machines to do.

Sprout ran off to go immediately do a machine, thankfully another machine was near so Looey ran over to do that machine too. Looey got done much faster then Sprout did predictably so Looey stayed near Sprout just in case any twisteds grew near.

However Sprout stopped the machine at the corner of his eye because he saw movement near. Looey and Sprout exchanged looks. "You think its a twisted?" Looey asks and Sprout nods. The two walked over in the direction of the twisted, very hoarse breathing in the dark as Looey stepped in front of Sprout so he can defend him. But sprout...his eyes slowly widened when he sees the twisted.

White sleeveless hood, ichor dripping from his head--Cosmo. Oh god. Oh god it's Cosmo.

"Oh god we need to go bring this to Goob-" Looey grabbed a hold of Sprouts arm gently to pull him along. Sprout was stuck in place. "Sprout?" Looey was worried deeply as Cosmo slowly turns, his red eye staring at the two, of course focusing on Looey but if Looey runs off Cosmo will focus on Sprout and Sprout will be toast.

Sprout wasn't moving. His eyes were wide, his heart beating fast and his body just locked in place as he watched his former best friend turn to face him. Looey's words are just blank to him.

"Sprout? Sprout come on-" Looey taps Sprouts cheek as his other hand grabs Sprouts shoulder, Sprout just not moving in place and his stare frozen ahead, gaze locked onto Cosmo. Looey began trying to gently move Sprout, but Cosmo gets up. Looey tries to be more frantic in moving Sprout as suddenly the sound of someone dying rang in the floor, the sound of twisted pebble roaming continues.

"Sprout!" Looey yells but when Cosmo starts charging, Looey let's himself get hit by Cosmo, his head shrinking as Looey launches himself into Sprout, Sprout finally snapping out of it and the two began to run. "Looey?!" Sprouts voice breaks as Looey finally says-

"I'm fine!"

There was the sound of another toon dying, Sprouts eyes widen as he looks back where he found Cosmo, who is walking off and back ahead. Sprout had silent tears fall down his face. "Dont heal me-" Looey told Sprout.

The strawberry toons eyes widened. "You're gonna distract pebble?" Sprout asked in a shakey voice. Looey nods. Since time has in fact passed there had to be a good amount of machines done.

Looey then turns to shoot Sprout a grin. "I'll be right back!" He blows Sprout a kiss before he runs off to go find Twisted Pebble to distract him. Sprout turns back where he had found Cosmo.

"C-Cosmo..."

Oh god. He failed his best friend. He failed Cosmo. And in standing there like a idiot, Looey got hit. Sprout looks down, tears falling onto the ground as he began to shake, but then he sniffles, wiping his tears. No time to properly grieve. None.

Minutes pass, the elevator opens and the toons remaining make it over, Sprout ending up making it to the elevator last so far but the timer just goes down. Sprout checks for everybody but his eyes widen in horror. Looey. Looey isn't there. "H-He's out there-" Vee and Astro grab Sprout, their hearts breaking at how mentally exhausted and stressed Sprout is. "Let me go! He's out there!" Tears fell Sprouts cheeks as he was actively struggling against the two, thoughts of Looey and also Cosmo still rang in his head, of his failure to protect Cosmo.

"I wouldn't worry Sprout, Looey will make it in time, he's able to do so. He's incredibly fast right now," Rodger told Sprout calmly, which only reassured him but then a look of horror washed over his face.

"Lo-Looey's on one-"

Pop.

Slam.

The elevator slammed shut.

[astro-stars]

First years convos (1)

The cafeteria buzzed with its usual lunchtime energy, but one table in particular stood out—the one occupied by Yuu and the first-year chaos squad. Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, and Yuu had gathered once again for their daily dose of questionable conversations and hearty laughter. Today’s topics promised to be even more chaotic than usual.

“Alright,” Ace said, leaning forward with a smirk, “serious question: if you could have any superpower but it came with a ridiculous drawback, what would you pick?”

Deuce scratched his head. “Uh… super strength, but I’d have to sneeze every time I use it?”

“Lame,” Epel said, waving a hand. “I’d want to turn invisible, but only when I’m holding my breath.”

Jack frowned. “That’s not practical.”

“None of this is practical,” Yuu pointed out with a laugh. “I’d want to talk to animals, but the drawback would be that they’d all gossip about me.”

“Shrimpy, you’re already living that one,” Ace teased, and Yuu threw a napkin at him.

Jack crossed his arms. “I’d pick super speed, but the drawback is I have to eat five times as much.”

“You already eat a lot,” Epel said, grinning.

“That’s why it’d work,” Jack replied, deadpan.

“Next topic,” Deuce said, clearly eager to contribute. “If you could swap places with any of the housewardens for a day, who would it be?”

“Vil,” Epel said immediately. “I’d banish all the fancy skincare rules for one day. Live free.”

Ace snorted. “I’d pick Leona. Dude spends all his time sleeping anyway, so it’d be an easy day.”

“You wouldn’t last five minutes in Savannaclaw,” Jack said.

“You’re just mad ‘cause I’m right,” Ace shot back.

“What about you, Yuu?” Deuce asked.

Yuu thought for a moment. “Probably Riddle. I’d want to see what it’s like to run Heartslabyul without a single rule for one day.”

“The dorm would burn down,” Ace said, and everyone burst into laughter.

“Okay, okay,” Epel said, wiping tears from his eyes. “What’s the weirdest food combination you’ve ever tried?”

“I dipped fries in ice cream once,” Deuce admitted sheepishly.

“That’s not weird,” Yuu said. “It’s delicious. I’ve done it too.”

“Pickles and peanut butter,” Epel said, grinning. “It’s better than you think.”

“Nope, nope, nope,” Ace said, shaking his head. “I’m not even entertaining that one.”

Jack shrugged. “Raw eggs in milk. It’s a protein thing.”

“You’re terrifying,” Yuu said, staring at him.

“Alright,” Ace said, leaning back. “Last question: if you could fight any mythical creature and win, what would it be?”

“Kraken,” Deuce said without hesitation. “It’d be awesome.”

“A chimera,” Jack said. “It’s got a lion, a goat, and a snake. Beating one would be a real challenge.”

“You guys are too serious,” Ace said. “I’d fight a unicorn. What’s it gonna do? Stab me with glitter?”

“You’d lose,” Epel said, smirking. “Unicorns are supposed to be super strong.”

“What about you, Yuu?” Deuce asked.

Yuu grinned. “A dragon. If I win, I’d make it my friend.”

“That’s cheating,” Ace said. “You’re supposed to fight it, not make friends with it.”

“Why not both?” Yuu replied, and the table dissolved into laughter.

As the lunch hour ticked by, the topics grew more ridiculous and the laughter louder. By the time they left the cafeteria, they were all wiping tears from their eyes and clutching their sides from laughing too hard. Another day, another chaotic lunch for the first-year crew.

TAGLIST: @soramcduckahyucky @lunasmisosoup

DIVIDER: me!!

[astrowaffles]

JJK ACTOR AU NEWS!!!

I'd love to get back into my series with another interview-style fic! However, I'm extremely uncreative so I'd like to borrow some of your usernames and questions.

If you'd like one of the JJK cast to answer your question, shoot me an ask or DM here or on twitter (@astrowaffles_) telling me your question & which character you'd like to answer it!

You can:

- direct questions towards multiple characters

- ask multiple questions

- submit from multiple usernames

- ask something related to a previous fic

- be silly or serious

- use games like KMK or would you rather

- mention other anime characters, especially MAPPA characters, in your questions

You cannot:

- ask anything NSFW (my works are for General or Teen Audiences & many characters are minors)

- ask anything that could be offensive

I reserve the right to not include your question in my writing if I deem it inappropriate.

Please reblog to spread!

[only1airen]

╰┈➤ His Other Half

Author's Note:

Hii guys, decided to make an AU about Cha Eunwoo and you how I think he'd interact with his girlfriend. It's my first time posting a piece of writing in a media platform. I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes, english is not my first language

(ᵕ—ᴗ—). But I hope you enjoy reading it!

Includes:

- fluff

- suggestive words

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Eunwoo set down his bag and took a seat on the couch, dialing his girlfriend’s number. His face softened as soon as the video call connects, revealing your face on the screen.

"Hey, I just got home. You must’ve been busy today. How was your day?" Eunwoo spoke softly, smiling gently.

He leaned back slightly, his voice calm but filled with interest.

"I thought about calling earlier, but I didn’t want to disturb you. Did you eat? You always forget when you’re busy."

"I have eaten, Eunwoo, don't worry." You said as you held his gaze, observing him silently. "What about you? How's your day?" You ask in return, slightly tilting your head in a curious manner.

Eunwoo let out a small laugh. "How are you so effortlessly observant? My day was alright. Just the usual work stuff."

He studied you for a moment, noting the weariness in your eyes. "You look tired, though. You sure you’ve been eating enough?"

"I'm eating well." You reassured him, leaning back on the bed. "Are you?"

Eunwoo’s expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine, I promise."

He leaned back slightly, mirroring your position. "I just worry because I know how busy you can get. You have a tendency to neglect yourself sometimes."

You smiled gently at Eunwoo's concern. "Trust me, I really am taking care of myself."

Eunwoo nodded slightly, his expression still worried but reassured by your words. "Okay, I trust you."

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. "Just don’t push yourself too much, alright? You always put others before yourself. You have to take care of yourself to be able to care for others, you know?"

You nodded softly in response, gazing into his eyes. "Alright. Take care of yourself too."

Eunwoo looked back at you, his eyes filled with gentle affection. "I will. I promise."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his expression turning more serious. "Jagiya, I… I really wish you were here. It’s always quiet when I come home to an empty apartment."

Your face softened at his words. "I miss you too, Eunwoo." You admitted faintly.

Eunwoo’s expression softened even more, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and longing. "It’s not just that I miss you. There’s something about this apartment when you’re not here. It’s as if a part of me is missing."

He hesitated, searching for the right words. "It’s not just about the silence. It’s knowing that I can’t see your face, touch you, or hold you. I miss everything about you."

Eunwoo paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. He wanted you to understand how deeply he cares about you.

"I know we’re both busy and we can’t be together all the time, but… there’s just something about your presence that makes me feel whole. You bring a level of comfort and peace to my life that nothing else can."

You gazed at him tenderly. "I'm glad I can be that person, Eunwoo..." You replied gently. "We'll be seeing each other soon when we're both not busy anymore..." You added, a small smile playing on your lips.

Eunwoo nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, we will. And I can’t wait for that day to come."

He reached out, as if wishing he could touch you through the screen. "Just… don’t forget, okay? No matter how busy you get, don’t forget about me. And don’t forget to take care of yourself while you’re at it."

You hummed in acknowledgement.

As you talk about your day, Eunwoo listened intently, his gaze never leaving the screen.

Later on, you sit up on the bed. "I'll leave you in a bit. I'm taking a quick shower." You informed him.

Eunwoo nodded, his eyes lingering on your figure, committing your features to memory. "Alright. Let me know when you’re done, okay? And make sure to dry your hair properly. You know how easily you get cold when it’s damp."

"I will." You beamed at him and gave him a flying kiss before going straight to the bathroom.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at the gesture, catching the invisible kiss and pretending to place it in his pocket. "I’ll be waiting."

He watched as you dissapear from the screen, a sense of longing settling in his heart again. He knew it won’t be long before he sees your face again, but the waiting still feels unbearable.

After a short while, You came out of the bathroom, wearing your fluffy bathrobe. You held out your phone, your face appearing on the screen once again, your hair slightly damp at the moment.

Eunwoo’s expression immediately brightened as he sees your face again. His eyes softened as they land on your damp hair. "You should’ve dried it more, jagiya. You’ll catch a cold."

You smiled subtly at his words, walking over to the vanity desk. "I'll finish drying it with the hair dryer." You told him and took a seat, placing your phone nearby while still showing your face. You start brushing your hair with a comb before proceeding to dry your hair with the hair dryer next, looking relaxed and all.

Eunwoo watched quietly as you brush and dry your hair. He's comforted by the sight, knowing that you’re taking care of yourself. However, he couldn't help but wish he was the one to wrap a towel around your head, and run his fingers through your soft locks.

He rested his chin in his hand, a hint of longing in his eyes. "You always look so beautiful when you’re just being yourself."

"It's because you make me feel comfortable being myself around you." The words come out of your mouth naturally, your voice calm, matching his.

Eunwoo’s heart skipped a beat at those words. He leaned forward slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "And that’s how it should be, jagiya. I never want you to feel like you have to pretend to be someone else with me. I want you to be completely yourself, always."

There was a hint of determination in his voice, as if making sure you understand that he truly wanted to be someone you can trust and rely on.

You eventually finished drying your hair and put the hair dryer down, looking at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair a bit.

Eunwoo silently observed as you put away the hair dryer and adjust your hair in the mirror. He found himself wishing he could be there, running his fingers through your hair, admiring how beautiful you look from up close.

He cleared his throat softly, the desire to touch you growing stronger with each passing second.

"You’re so pretty... And all done?"

You hummed in affirmation. "Yes, all done. I will just go and change into my loungewear."

Eunwoo nodded, trying to hide the pang of longing in his chest at the thought of you changing clothes. He took a deep breath and composed himself, reminding himself to be patient.

"Okay, jagiya. I’ll be here waiting for you."

With that, you went to pick out clothes from your closet. Eunwoo could see your back from here as you begin to change. You slid off your bathrobe and puts on your oversized sweater, your movements graceful and at ease.

As Eunwoo watched you change, his breath hitches in his throat. The sight of your figure, even from behind, is captivating. His eyes follow your every movement, his heart thudding in his chest. He aches to see your face, to hold you in his arms, to feel your skin against his.

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down and keep his emotions in check.

Once you were done changing, you return and took your phone, settling back on the bed. You look over at him curiously, noticing the slight flush on his cheeks. "What's up, Eunwoo?"

Eunwoo’s initial surprise at getting caught is quickly replaced by a flustered expression. "Uh, n-nothing. I’m fine, don’t worry."

He could feel the heat on his cheeks and knew it’s a dead giveaway. He attempted to smile casually, hoping you wouldn't notice how affected he is.

You couldn't help but tease Eunwoo a little, enjoying his flustered expression, a playful glint in your eyes. "I know you, Eunwoo. What is it? Tell me."

Eunwoo’s heart skipped a beat when you teased him. He knew there’s no getting out of this now. His cheeks flushed even more.

"It’s just... Seeing you change clothes, even from a distance, made me feel things." He admitted, his voice a little unsteady.

You looked at him, intrigued. You smirked softly. "You should get used to it." You chuckled afterwards.

Eunwoo chuckled softly in response. But the images in his mind—of you undressing and dressing, the soft curve of your skin under that oversized sweater—linger in his mind. His heart flutters with longing.

He lowered his voice, almost to a whisper. "How can I possibly get used to it when seeing you like that affects me every time?"

You shifted slightly in the bed. "You'll eventually learn how to."

You smiled softly before adding: "Besides, you have a lot of self-discipline."

Eunwoo laughed softly, realizing how well you know him. "True, I do have a lot of self-discipline. But when it comes to you, jagiya, all I want to do is lose control."

He studied your face on the screen, his gaze filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. "Do that when we're alone." You remark, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Eunwoo’s breath caught in his throat at your words. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the growing desire in his chest.

"You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you?" He accused with a hint of amusement in his voice. He smirked slightly before continuing. "You really are going to be the death of me…"

You did a nose scrunch playfully at him, your gaze fixated on him.

Eunwoo’s heart melted at the sight of your nose scrunch. But the look in your eyes, the playfulness in your expression, ignites a fire within him that he couldn't ignore.

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and trying to stay composed. But his voice betrayed him, lowering an octave.

"You have no idea how much you’re testing me here, Y/N…"

"You know," You started off, your eyes half-lidded. "...I actually find it attractive when you hold yourself back."

Eunwoo’s breath hitched at your words, and he could feel his restraint slipping. His eyes darken with a mixture of lust and fascination.

He leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping an octave lower. "You do, huh? You like seeing me struggling to hold back… to not just lose myself in you completely?"

"I do." You affirmed, admitting casually. "I'm just telling you the truth... the way a mixture of emotions playing across your features is something I find attractive." You told him, your words unfiltered.

Eunwoo was almost rendered speechless by your words. His heart thumps loudly in his chest and he could feel his grip on his self-control slipping further.

He let out a soft, shaky breath, trying to maintain control, but failing miserably at it.

"You know you’re making it difficult for me, don’t you? You make it really hard to stay focused, to not just give in…"

You watched him, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "And how exactly are you going to give in, Eunwoo...?" You asked, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Eunwoo swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over your face on the screen. The desire coursing through him was strong, but somehow he managed to stay composed… Barely.

He looked deep into your eyes, his voice a low, almost hoarse whisper. "You really want to know? Because if I tell you, there’s no going back…"

"I want to hear it. I'm listening." You said straightforwardly.

Eunwoo took another deep breath, his control hanging by a thin thread. He could feel the tension stretching between you, the air heavy with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

He clenched his jaw before speaking, his voice a low, possessive growl. "I would grab you, hold you close, and not let you go. I’d press you against me, my hands roaming everywhere. I’d kiss you so passionately you’d forget your own name."

You listened intently and chuckled lowly. "You have plenty of self-control, jagi... I'm sure you'll manage... for now."

Eunwoo laughed softly, though it comes out slightly strained. "You have no idea how hard it is to maintain this composure, jagiya. Every part of me wants to be there with you, touching you."

He paused, allowing the tension to build a bit more before continuing.

"But you’re right, I do have self-discipline. I’ll hold myself back for now, but only because I know the patience will make it even more satisfying when we’re together again."

You nodded in agreement and lie on your side of the bed. After a moment, you spoke again.

"Aren't you tired yet? You should get some rest now..." You said, deciding to shift the topic.

Eunwoo was a little reluctant to let go of the moment, but he knew you’re right. It’s been a long day for both of you.

He sat back and relaxed, sighing softly. "Yeah, you’re right. I should try to get some rest. I wish I could be with you right now, though. It would make sleeping so much easier if I could hold you in my arms."

"I'd like that too." You smiled affectionately, gradually getting drowsy.

Watching you get sleepy, Eunwoo felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. He could tell how tired you are, and he wished more than anything that he could hold you close in his arms and soothe you to sleep.

He lets out a quiet sigh, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Get some rest, jagiya. You need it. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep, okay?"

"Okay..." Your eyes flutter closed as you slowly drifted off to sleep, looking serene as ever.

Eunwoo watched as your eyes flutter closed, your breathing steady and even as you enter dreamland. He couldn't help but smile affectionately at the sight of you, finding comfort in knowing that you’re getting some much-needed rest.

He stayed on the phone, listening to the sound of your breathing and the occasional soft rustle of the sheets. It’s a small but meaningful moment, and he cherished every second of it.

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