#but also the lil eye crinkles … the smile / laugh lines … <3

[mvncesa]

something something … the lil crinkles at the corner of riley’s eyes when he smiles <3 … something

[kim-monsterlings]

monster matchy👉👈? im 20 y/o enfp gay man who aspires to work in forensics or in ecology. i like monsters like nagas, merfolk, vampires, demons, fair folk (like the WEIRD ones) and driders. obvs big fan of nature but i also play the guitar and used to be a competitive figure skater. my love language is acts of service, no pref for him. BIG fan of there was only one bed, either sfw/nsft is good (a lil both? lol). hope thats enough info if theyre closed rn lmk ill drop you a kofi when they open

Keir - M Drider x M Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Anon monster match <3 I hope you love him!

Matches under the read more!

Content: NSFW/Lemon; colleagues to lovers, friends to lovers, flirting, teasing, hints of intimacy (hugging, massaging), only one bed (made of webbing), neck kissing (+ hints of marking), receiving handjob (+ release, not explicit), kissing, allusions to more (+ anal fingering)

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Headcanon

By necessity some time long ago, the creature you adored now more than any hadn't made the best of first impressions. Creeping from the forest on eight legs trembling worse than leaves he ducked beneath, the drider hesitated several feet before you, pedipalps tucked tight to his abdomen.

Though not the only drider in your company, the camouflage patterns to his darker fur mesmerised you. For how terribly uneasy he was that day - his hand soft in yours, fingers slender and shaking in the briefest of introductions - he hadn't faltered since.

The grace and balance of maneuvering such a large frame enthralled you into admiring him at any opportunity - always endeavouring to without him noticing, though you were certain he had. When his four, glinting eyes crinkled with a smothered mirth, you hid your stares.

It was a curse and blessing that for many weeks, your relationship remained one constrained by professionalism. You worked together brilliantly in discussing plans for sharing land sought after by those in towns and cities, and those living in the woods. With input from those on either perspective, there were tensions.

Until Keir understood you sided with him, not wishing for anyone to be displaced. His proposal was one ensuring everyone retained a fair share, and when he turned to you during his presentation - an attempt to persuade you, his mandibles slackened.

"Really," you said, smothering your laugh as he only swallowed. "I support this. I do."

It felt like it was the first time he looked at you.

Come next morning, Keir brought a warm drink for you - your favourite, and from that day, free time passed together. Where you before enjoyed lunch amongst other colleagues, you preferred the peace of only eating with Keir.

Your working relationship became something more through a blurring of lines.

Before you needed to complain of your exhaustion, gentle touches would comfort you, easing the pain of stress between your temples. When Keir needed to rest his legs after supporting him all day, he would curl at your side, cheek resting against your shoulder.

Travelling together blurred boundaries impossibly more. He remained ever patient through your unsubtle staring, and on a long journey he smiled slightly.

"You can say what's on your mind," he murmured, eyelashes fluttering as he blinked away a light sleep. "You have questions."

Too many to speak of, and he indulged you in all. The journey became a learning experience for each of you; Keir demonstrated how to cradle the delicate webbing often pooling beneath him in sleep, and you helped him learn how to play guitar, an instrument he had a natural affinity for.

Sometimes, he pretended not to, seeking your help, and you would press your bodies tight together, arms against his in explaining the strings once more.

This trip was longer than any other and after the cramped travel, Keir retired sooner to your shared room, the hotel only having the one vacancy when booked.

"Keir?"

Soft humming greeted you. Surrounded by a great expanse of webbing glittering in the late sunlight, the drider was in his element, such a unique sight you were left speechless. It spanned from wall to wall - in place of any beds.

"Oh," he breathed. "I'm sorry. We never share, I... I forgot."

By the depth to the webbing, it was larger than any he had created for himself before, as though made for two. Keir looked down when you reached out, his mandibles chittering when the webbing pulled.

"Do you want to share with me?"

"On my web?"

This time, you didn't hide your smile. "In your arms, too."

Drabble

Times traveling apart were rarer with how important your work was. When Keir returned into the dark forest after parting goodbyes or you venturing into the city further than he was comfortable with, though it stung in the moment - watching your love fade from the sight, their face blurring, it never hurt long. No matter how distanced, knowing your boyfriend was waiting to reunite helped. 

From sharing the night together, your relationship blossomed naturally. That night, you discovered how a drider's web reacted to the softer skin of a human, how it clung to your frame as you woke tucked close to Keir, bound tight. For such a new relationship, you spared no time before returning to that position - bodies entwined, Keir experimenting with spinning softer threads to have your body positioned to his liking. 

Those memories remained with you so clearly when apart, as sweet as those made beyond a bed. 

While you continued to help Keir with the guitar (though how much you helped over hindering was a mystery), he taught you how to hunt, how to scavenge. 

Your initial appraisal held true - that of admiring his grace. It extended beyond the forest planes when you found an iced over lake, one frozen thick enough not to splinter beneath you. Webbing shone on his legs in his excitement. 

Those dates, however sweet, paled against the thrill of reuniting. Keir always arrived first to prepare the room for your stay. With your bags resting in the doorway, your boyfriend pressed close, mandibles nipping at your sensitive nape. He coaxed you into his elaborately woven trap with gentle kisses. 

"Missed you," he whispered, speaking softly as you shivered. "How long do we have?"

Little more than a fortnight before moving on, but you couldn't speak as you arched into the clinging webbing. Slender fingers peeled your clothes back until you were aching and warmed by soft fur to your back. 

"Long enough," you said, "for us to have some fun." 

The slick of his emerging length nudged against your back. "Fun, hey?" 

Hand curled into your hip to steady you, Keir began to grind himself against your thighs. He stroked over your twitching cock and sighed when you managed to turn to steal a soft kiss, the first always the sweetest after so long apart. 

Desperate for him and whatever he would give you, bucking into his flexing palm became a mindless reflex, seeking the high he was so quick to give you. Your bodies warmed against his webbing when you leaned into him, his touches turning lower. 

Two weeks had barely begun, and you were aching already.

[silversatoru]

Heyo! Can I get some fluff with the #8 quote for Gojo :] I perfer female reader and i don't mind with any au. Hope you feel well and have a good day!

— GOJO + “DO YOU THINK ALIENS ARE REAL?”

gojo satoru x gn!reader

synopsis: your secret boyfriend knocks on your window and steals you for a lil nighttime date in the sky

t/w: gojo is a second year, heights, tooth-rotting fluff, literally just two teenagers hopelessly in love w each other

a/n: thank u for requesting :) i loved writing this so so so much and i could see myself turning this concept into a multiple part series once i have more time to write. gojo as a student being happy and in love fills my heart <3

you strained your eyes at the fine printed lines of your biology textbook, rereading the same paragraph for the fifth time and hoping you would finally retain it. you couldn’t seem to focus no matter how hard you tried, your mind drifting everywhere other than your study materials.

a soft patter on your second-story window jolted you out of your scattered thoughts, your eyes darting up to the source of the noise. your gaze fell upon a certain white-haired boy, a cheesy grin spread across his face as he poked his finger at your window a few more times. you rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of bed and gently pushing open your window in a desperate attempt to avoid making any loud noises.

“what are you doing here? it’s really late,” you hissed at him, trying to appear angry but unable to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips.

“i missed you,” he reached out his hand and held it open for you, “are you busy tonight?”

you took one last hesitant glance at your textbook and then shook your head and intertwined your fingers with his, “not at all”.

he helped you climb out through the window, a cool nighttime breeze stinging your cheeks. this was your weekly routine, you and the infamous blue-eyed boy. your parents didn’t really approve of him (maybe it was his massive ego or maybe it was the weird people he hung around with) but the two of you continued to find ways to see each other in secret. he’d use whatever insane abilities he had to teleport onto your roof and knock on your window, you’d accept, and he’d scoop you out into the night sky for a few hours. these were rare occasions though, as his role as a jujutsu sorcerer didn’t leave him with all that much free time.

tonight was just like every other, your hand wrapped in his as he teleported the two of you to an empty park that was situated on a beautiful overlook of a nearby city. nights with satoru were never less than a dream, a much needed escape from your boring life in the suburbs of tokyo. and nights with you were never less than a breath of fresh air, a few hours when all of his expectations and responsibilities of being a jujutsu sorcerer were nonexistent.

the two of you plopped down on a park bench, musing over the sparkling nighttime lights of tokyo. satoru shifted over, laying back and resting his head of fluffy hair right in your lap. your fingers instinctively found his shiny locks, twisting your fingers through the soft white while the two of you looked up at the stars.

“they’re all washed out from the bright lights, it’s hard to see,” you pouted, disappointed by the light pollution caused by the city.

“yeah it sucks,” satoru frowned — pointing out the constellations was always part of your routine, but he’d picked a bad location this time.

you hummed, massaging his head and straining your eyes to try and make out any shapes of stars in the sky.

“we could get a closer look?” he transferred his icy gaze over to you, a suspiciously evil smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“satoru, i swear if i’m thinking what you’re thinking — no,” you scolded the boy, your irrational fear of heights becoming prominent in the back of your mind.

“don’t you trust me?” he teased at you, sitting up from your lap and wrapping his hand around yours.

“more than anyone, but i do not want to-,” you continued to protest but the sorcerer boy was no longer paying any attention to your words.

when you opened your eyes again, you were thousands of feet in the sky, the city twinkling down below you and the harsh air stinging your skin. you yelped, clinging to satoru as if your life depended on it (and in sense it did, but he’d never let you get even close to falling).

“why don’t you ever listen to me!?” you cried out, eyes squeezed shut and arms thrown around his neck while he cradled you.

“shhh, look at the stars, babe,” he attempted to peel your arms from around him, using soft words to coax you out of your shell.

you slowly released your death grip on his neck, his strong arms providing a blanket of security over your fear. you forced yourself to look upward, jaw dropping at how clear the sky was — the stars stretched for miles and they were brighter than you’d ever seen them before. satoru truly was an enigma, a spectacle in your life who was constantly defying the laws of everything you knew to be true.

“it’s beautiful,” your voice came out as barely a whisper, you eyes quite literally filled with the stars as you continued to gaze up at the sky.

satoru hummed in agreement, but he was much too busy exploring every feature of your amazed face to even think about the stars. you were the most beautiful, surpassing every natural wonder in world and consuming every chamber of his heart.

he often thought about running away with you — disappearing to a different country and leaving the weight on his shoulders here. you reminded him what it was like to be a normal person — around you he wasn’t the strongest jujutsu sorcerer with the fate of the world in his hands, he was just satoru gojo; and that was always enough for you.

“do you think aliens are real, satoru?” your lighthearted, curious voice broke him out of his daydreams, a small chuckle rolling off his tongue.

in a world full of of curses and sorcery, inexplicably wrapped in his arms thousands of feet in the air, you were still questioning whether or not something like aliens existed. you truly did ground him, constantly tethering him to the normalcies of this world.

“yeah, probably, what do you think?”

“definitely real,” you affirmed, your eyebrows scrunched together in deep thought.

he couldn’t do much but laugh, turning you in his arms so the two of you were face to face now. you gazed down at the tiny city beneath you, one hand curled into his loose hoodie.

“i’m starting to like it up here,” you mused, turning your gaze back to him with a toothy smile, “feels like we’re the only two people who exist; everything else is so far away”.

“yeah,” he liked the sound of that, eyes crinkling up as he returned your smile, “we can do this more often if you like it”.

you gave him a quick nod, reaching up and pressing a quick peck to his curved lips. as you pulled back, you felt his hand wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you right back into another kiss — much deeper than the first. you melted into his arms, your senses devoid of anything other than his touch and the cool breeze whipping against your skin. when you finally pulled away, the two of you were safely back on the park bench again.

“i love you, satoru,” you breathed out, your anxiety from being in the air finally dispelling, “i wish we didn’t have to tip toe around together like this”.

“i know,” he gave your hand a small squeeze, “we should run away someday; somewhere far from here”.

“i’d follow you anywhere,” you returned his squeeze, sadness welling up in your heart as you thought about having to return home and not see him again for a while.

“that’s exactly what i wanted to hear,” he smirked, love welling in his chest as he reflected on how lucky the two of you were to have found each other in such an unfortunate life time.

an hour so later you were back in your bedroom, pressing hasty kisses to satoru’s soft lips as he leaned through the window. you wanted nothing more than to pull him in, ask him to stay, and spend the night wrapped in his arms — but you couldn’t, your parents would kill you and he had important missions to attend to.

“i’ll see you soon, i promise,” he gave you his signature smile, pressing one last kiss to your cheek and stepping away.

he put his hand to his mouth, placing a kiss to his fingertips and then blowing it towards you with a flirty wink — and then he flickered out of sight.

“see you,” you whispered, chest heavy and tears pricking at your eyes as you fantasized of the next time your blue-eyed lover would find his way back to you.

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Oooh! Prompts! Remus and Sirius moving in together please! 💛

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“YOU!”

With a start that almost makes him drop the vase in his hands, Sirius turns around to find his surly looking  boyfriend glaring daggers straight at him, lips pursed and nose wrinkled ever so fetchingly. “Me?”

“You!”

“ Is this a Muggle game of semantics or something Moons, because for the life of me I’m not following.”

Remus’s glower only deepens, radiating a distinct sort of disapproval that could only ever be  honed in by years of prefectness. “You thief!” He squawks, hands perched on his hips, and mouth twisted up mutinously.

“Is this the part where you say I stole your heart?” Sirius goads with a cocked brow, resuming their unpacking.  “Because love, that line gets old after the millionth recital, but I do appreciate the spirit.”

“Wha? Na—no that is not what I was going to say you egotistical prick!” Remus scoffs— just a bit flustered with a dusting of pink touching the tops of his sharp cheekbones. “You ate the last spring role!” He accuses emphatically, almost tripping over the over a dozen boxes that are strewn across their newly furnished living room. Sirius can’t help but be endeared by Remus and his everythingness. 

“Yes, yes I did Wise Guy,” He confirms distractedly. “I also dipped it into some spicy mustard and drank a bottle of water while I was at it… Your point being?”

“My point you utter berk is that it was mine! I called dibs!”

“I remember no such thing,” Sirius sniffs haughtily, moving to rearrange the photographs  on their mantel. (And yeah, it’s still fucking insane to him that he’s become so domestic that he’s got a mantel over the fireplace that the man he loves more than any other had insisted was absolutely crucial to have if they were to move in together—probably for really romantical love making sessions in front  of it’s flames with the bliss of  no worries of anyone barging in on them, or griping  if they were being to loud—Which by the way, James honestly  had no right in complaining about considering his track record with his and Lily’s on again, off again mating ritual.

“Liar!" Sirius honestly  wouldn’t be surprised if Remus started stomping his feet right about now, and pouting up a storm if the childishly  cross expression    on his pretty face is anything to go by. (And honestly how could one man be so adorable and sexy all at once.)  “You were finishing up the shrimp tempura— because you are a posh idiot without any tastebuds— , and I said that I’ll be right back to get some of the boxes in the spare room, and to save it for me! And then I come here, and I find this! This breach of all we’ve built together!”

Sirius barely conceals his snort. “Is that right? The foundations of our whole, entire bloody relationship? And right after this afternoon, when I made you—“

Two spots of color blotch high on Remus’s cheeks and he cuts him off before Sirius can completely recount the frankly remarkable romp they had just finished with before deciding they needed some nourishment before getting back to unpacking. “Don’t you try to change the subject you stealing stealer who steals!”

“That insult leaves something to be desired Moonbeam.”

“You’re a prick.”

“And you wound me!” Sirius mock sobs, slamming his fist against his chest and swinging back his arm against his forehead. “A plague on you, and your family! And another on your family’s cow.”

Remus’s face morphs into his painfully unimpressed expression, (Hint, it’s very, very flat). “I’ll take your intentional dodge as an admission,” He scoffs, arms crossed tight against his chest.

“I admit nothing!” Sirius shouts in an overdone accent that would better fit the set of Downton Abbey. “Nothing Lupin!”

Remus rolls his eyes at Sirius’s hyperbolic attitude, and okay. Yes. Perhaps Sirius remembers a similar conversation akin to what Remus had described  occurring only ten minutes prior. But to be quite honest, Sirius was hardly listening. Remus’s got on one of Sirius’s oversized t-shirts, a pair of boxer-briefs,  and nothing else. So yeah, he should definitely not be expected to be paying anything any mind while his beyond gorgeous boyfriend is sitting there, impossibly long legs put out for display, and one perfectly alabaster   shoulder bare where the shirt has slipped right off, effectively derailing  Sirius's thoughts to how he’d teasingly kissed across his collar bone just earlier that night, nibbling on the hinge of his jaw while Remus had been  writhing beneath him. so   Really and truly, he should’ve never been expected to remember anything— let alone something as trivial as dibs—  if his utterly perfect partner is right there for the taking, a determined dent between his brows, and intermittently rinsing his hand through his disheveled locks of hair like  spun gold, excited  over the prospect of fixing up this flat that is now their home.

Dear Merlin above   does Sirius love this bloke with every fiber of his being.

“Well,” he relents, swaggering up closer to Remus so that they’re standing only inches apart.  “Even if I did remember that such a discussion had taken place how you’ve described it—“

“It did, and you know it Black!” He harrumphs, using Sirius’s  surname just to get a rise out of him.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now love, is There?.”

Sirius’s sure that he’s won the argument and they could just move on, until he catches the glint in Remus’s impossibly luminous eyes—a glint that always means trouble, a glint that’s never failed to make each one of Sirius’s nerve endings go ablaze.

“Is that right?”

“I reckon it is Moonbeam,” he leers, is momentarily distracted by the downright angelic smile Remus casts his way right then, but suddenly, an onslaught of fingers are piercing into his ribs, wiggling and tickling him into submission.

“Say you’re sorry!” Remus demands, an effortless grin of his own swept across his lovely face, brighter than the morning sun. And yeah, maybe Sirius should just admit that it was his bad, apologize a thousand times over in the form of lingering kisses and caressing hands.… But the thing is, Sirius’s  stubbornness  has always been too rigid for his own good, and he’s always loved prodding at Remus till He just went off like the world’s most darling firecrackers.

“Never you absolute wanker!”

“I won’t relent till you profess an apology to my satisfaction,” Remus scoffs— a playful giggle lilting his overly formal words.

“And I won’t surrender!” He parries with a leer. Sirius tickles back  harder, and Remus  shimmies around so much that He ends up jabbing him in the eye,  ramming straight into his chest, and  effectively sprawling them—all long limbs and crooked angles—onto the wooden floorboards.

“Just say you’re sorry!” He insists, strangled laughter starting to gargle his words while Sirius just gazes down at him, mercilessly besotted.

“”S not my fault you didn’t take it with you Lupin, i’ve committed no grievance.”

“Oh come off it pretty boy.”

“Oy! I’m ruggedly handsome you arse!”

“Testy, testy.”

 “You’re the pretty one.”

“Oh suck my cock.”

“Been there done that.”

Remus seems to be fighting down another laugh before he knees him lightly in the abdomen enough that Sirius tenses, giving Remus the chance to  switch their positions once again, so that  He’s back  on top. 

“My have the tables turned,” He taunts with one of his most dazzling smiles, dimples in full effect, and crinkles around his pretty sea glass eyes.

“I like how you think I’m at all opposed to this position,” Sirius says with a pixilated gleam, arching back enough so that their cotton clad dicks buck up against each other.

“Perv!” Remus scolds, smacking his chest playfully. “Now admit that I won!”

“Never!”

 Somehow, amidst all the thrashing bodies and choked peals of laughter, Sirius flips him over— slight body beneath his own, with Remus’s wrists pinned over his head and his legs wrapped around Sirius’s waste.

“Now, now Monsieur Moony, I reckon that spring has rolled into winter for you,” Sirius most definitely does not laugh raucously    at his own pun.

“That’s not even the direction that the seasons go in,” Remus frowns, nose wrinkled indelicately, a tell Sirius’s picked up on whenever He’s mad over an outcome.

“You still lost though,” Sirius barbs with no real bite, pecking a quick kiss to his lips in solace.

“You’re awful, and I’m breaking up with you,” Remus sniffs in turn—wiggling underneath him to try and get loose.

“Oh, you love me really.” Sirius preens like the cat who’s caught the canary— the world’s most beautiful and brilliant and ruffled canary that is.

“Lies and slander!” Remus waggles his tongue between his teeth, and Sirius dips down to bite it teasingly. 

“Hmm, now isn’t this cute,” the pair scramble away from each other, utterly stunned once spotting Lily of all people, gaze twinkling and lips set into a firm smirk, eyeing them while leisurely lounging against the door frame. 

“You two really can’t keep yr sodding hands off of each other, can you?”

Remus completely reddens, totally flustered, while Sirius only follies back a smug sort of grin at the force of nature  that is Lily Evans, his practical sister-in-law, remus’s best friend, and all around genius.

“How long have you been watching Red dearest,” Sirius asks wryly, making it so now Lily’s the one who’s flushing..

“I hate you Black.” She says shortly, and Sirius’s beam doesn’t falter. “Re, as your spiritual older sister—“

“You’re barely a month older Lils,” Remus interjects, but Lily just goes on as if he hadn’t.

 “I think it’s my job to remind you that he’s not the only bloke in London with a decent shoulder to waste ratio and nice hair. We can snag you someone with a bit of brains even.”

Sirius tosses her a V shaped salute, and Lily sticks her tongue out in retaliation,  but for his part, Remus only tries to cut through the tension with one of his friendlier grins, though it just comes out as an awkward grimace. “I forgot that you’re dropping off the boxes tonight.”

“Evidently Ace,” she snorts, strutting further into the apartment and setting down the box of photos Remus had asked her to bring over from their old place. “Far too busy snogging with the boy who single handedly received the most detentions in Hogwarts history, while also, somehow— by the grace of God— threatened our stances as top of the class.”

“Oy Evans, can’t take all the credit for myself. Jem was my better half, till he moved on to the likes of you.”

Lily ignores him, save for the way her pretty face gets a bit scrunched out of irritation. “Ace, I ask you, what would McGonagall say if she saw her favorite prefect gallivanting around with such a delinquent.

Remus lets out one of his rare and beautiful laughs, something that feels buoyant and is really more breath than sound, but is still so vibrant and splendid and it never fails to thrust Sirius back to the Hogwarts Express, where he and Remus had first met as a couple of wide eyed eleven year olds, and all the contradicting emotions Remus had provoked upon first sight. Wonder, and confusion. Intrigue, and diffidence. Wanting, and fear. It’s an attribute of Remus's that Sirius will never not be amazed by.

“Ah, Minnie my love, how I do miss her so, now where were we Moonbeam?”

“I’m still standing here Black,” Lily reproves with a scoff.

“I think it was about here,” Sirius continues, dipping down to kiss at Remus’s protruding  collar bones.

“Settle down mutt,” Remus rebukes with no real heat, a gentle hand carding through Sirius’s hair.

“God, you two are already an old married couple.”

“You really do know the best moments to interrupt sweetheart.” Sirius snipes with a playful roll to his eyes, his hand discretely resting over the small of Remus’s back.

“And you have no decency, corrupting   Remus the way that you do.”

“Okay first, I take fucking offense, you know better than me that Moony here was the mastermind behind most of our delightful pranks.”

“You mean your childish inconveniences you plagued on the unsuspecting public?”

“And secondly, we didn’t even get to the fun, currupting   part because of your oh so lovely interruption.” Sirius retorts moodily, though he soon suspects the joke was a wrong play to make  when Lily’s smile suddenly goes predatory and sHe flips back a lock of her wind blown curls, ready to pounce. 

“Well perhaps I just stopped by to make sure you weren’t further defiling   my dear Remus. But I guess that giant love bite on your neck proves that I’m too late.”

Sirius can’t help the chuckle that pours out of his lips at her needled observation, smacking a hand to conceal the hickey sHe’s taunting him about, knowing exactly where it is, it’s been a topic of teasing all morning long from a smug Sirius to a properly indignant Remus.

“He-he just marks easily,” Remus pipes out, cheeks completely infused red and worrying on his bottom lip. Sirius suspects that Lily just knew that the one chink in his armor is prodding at Remus’s less than poised acts. 

Lily rolls her eyes in a way that convinces Sirius that sHe doesn’t believe it for a second. “Whatever you say oh Saint Remus,” sHe smirks with no more argument. “but pray tell, are you guys about done swapping spit around me? Or is that going to forever be a regular occurrence in the Remus and Sirius show?”

“Now I’d reckon that’ll get a sold out crowd every night, don’t you?” Sirius asks, directing his question at the pair of  of them while taking Remus’s hand, and pushing him even closer— just always preferring to have some sort of contact with him.

“Oh put a sock in it,” Remus harrumphs, finally starting to return to his normal coloring in the midst of Lily’s unrestrained cackles.

“Aw, don’t be shy love, it’s only the truth.”

Remus presses the pads of his fingers to Sirius’s lips and glares at him for good measure, “Some things are better left for private.”

“Hah,” Lily scoffs, weight slung to her left hip. “As if I don’t get a front row seat every time  you two are within even in a ten foot radius of each other—OH hey, I know that look Ace! The one eyed squint, and the teeth. Well your “I’m about to kill my gorgeous best friend,” look has no place here, i’ll see my way out now. Just promise not to christen every room in this place, kay? We’d all like to visit without the residual specs haunting us! And I know how moody you get without your daily dose of my scintillating company.”

Sirius thinks that Remus’s trying to skewer a whole in the spot where Lily was just standing, if the terribly cross look on his face says anything. It’s precious, Sirius can’t help but snicker.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake! You’re s’pose to be on my side!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you Moons,” he kisses the fingers Remus has still got on his mouth, mock consolatory.  “Just incredibly turned on.”

That dent between Remus’s brows is back again for a moment, but then his beauteous features smoothen out and He just pecks a quick kiss to Sirius’s lips before rifling through the box Lily brought over, muttering a light,”Whatever,” as He does so.

There’s a quick wrapping to the window, and Sirius glances over to find his owl— Odysseus— with a bundle of letters attached to his left leg. By rote, Sirius feeds him some of the pellets they keep  there for convenience, and unwinds the bundle of parchments, beginning to shuffle through them.

There’s a copy of the Nightly prophet with the murder of another Muggle family splattered all over the front cover in a sickeningly gauche manner, a free trial subscription to the Quibbler with a reading for Scorpios in the month of October, a letter from Peter about his mum and sisters driving him up the rails, an invitation from Marlene for he and Remus to come out to dinner with them for Dorcas’s Birthday, and a ominous letter from James of all paper that simply says a gift for Moony.

Bewildered to why he hadn’t just sent it along with Lily, Sirius tares off the attached photograph only to find something truly, horrendously vile. a photograph of himself. One that was definitely taken fifth year— Sirius’s worst year where he absolutely could not stand being around his family for a moment longer, and James was getting more settled with his studies, an Remus was dating that prefect prick from Ravenclaw and was exceedingly elusive from Marauders nights out.  This was so obviously taken on one of those aforementioned nights out that it’s comical.  Sirius’s hair is as long as it’s ever been— touching the tops of his shoulders— and he’s chugging down a fruity, pink concoction— the type  that Rosmerta was always cooking up for them— hand over fist, and he’s got on puppy ears and a fake nose. In layman’s terms he looks like a complete and total pillock. Drunk off his ass so much so that you can see the stars in his eyes even through the clunky glasses he had stolen from James— convinced that he was sporting them for purely esthetic reasons and not because the knob is actually as blind as a bloody bat— and his finger is pointed and mouth is open in the way it always is when he’s ranting about something or the other.

It’s perhaps the only photograph in history where Sirius isn’t looking his typical, jaw dropping gorgeous self.

There’s about a thousand different retorts he wants to scribble on a spare parchment and  shoot right back to James— ranging from nasty to downright despicable— but then he catches the familiar peal of laughter coming from behind him. He’s not surprised when he sees Remus—beautiful, ingenuous, perfect Remus who’s physically incapable of taking a photograph less than effortlessly lovely, even while pissed— peering over his shoulder in utter amusement.

“Oh My God I need to ask James to send me one of the hundreds of copies he surely has.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sirius retorts darkly.

“I’ll use an enlarging charm and hang it up above the mantel, for prosperity. The one time Sirius looks the way he acts,” he moves his hand over an invisible marquee and looks so damn smug that Sirius could kiss him, and in fact, that’s exactly what he does.

“I hate him,” is all he says afterwards, once he’s pulled away.

“I can’t believe that’s you!” Remus continues with eyes full of mirth.

“I want to banish him, no. No I want to banish all of them. All of our friends, we can make knew ones Moons. I mean look at us! We’re a catch!” He tosses the letters onto the newly acquired sofa as if they have personally affronted  him and all he stands for.

“ Oh brilliant idea love.”

“That sounds like your sarcastic voice Moons.”

“No, you’ve got my full support. this’s our castle Pads, we can banish whom ever we like,” Remus balances on his tiptoes,  and smacks an exasperated kiss onto his cheek. Sirius can barely contain the glee that’s dancing in his eyes at the thought of this being their own personal castle— a fortress just for the pair of them to escape within—  causing another swell of fondness to pound in his chest.

“Well maybe we can give’m another chance,” he relents, melting into how Remus’s locked his arms around his neck, and is smiling up at him with all the love in the world shining unadulteratedly in his lovely eyes. “I mean they did help us move all those boxes and all.”

Remus hums his agreement while he presses his forehead against his own, endlessly endeared.

“What a generous king,” He goads, words hugged with fondness. 

“Ooo, I like that, call me that in bed and I might bless you with my royal sector.”

Remus thumps his nose, “Your more tolerable when you don’t speak and just stand there being pretty.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty Moonykins?”

Remus shakes his head ruefully, the smile on his face one that Sirius knows well— one that means he’s reluctantly endeared. “Dork.”

“Plonker.”

There lips meet for another kiss and it feels like all the resplendence in the galaxy being distilled between just the two of them.

[wonnoy]

comfort berry

some fluff for yamaguchi <3 i don't know much about him but i think i'm gonna make this super aged up. like mid thirties or something but it also has some sort of angst in it (not really, because it's not towards you)

so that means it may be a little longer than what i normally write for a fluff.

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warnings: fluff, some angst (sorta)

volleyball team reunion, round 4!

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"I wish I was a teenager again," Tanaka wailed from across the room. He was on his seventh beer and becoming an emotional wreck again. Gathered around the tiny brown table in the middle of the room was the Karasuno volleyball team - original.

Everyone was drinking, even their old professor and volleyball coach. The fact of the matter is - everyone has had at least 3 beers in their system. No one was on par with Tanaka though, Kiyoko sat next to him with a small smile on her face ready to be his designated driver home.

You guys were, by far, the loudest in the tiny bar. But you were also the largest party there. Nearly everyone showed up, excluding Kageyama, so it was bound to be a boisterous party. You laughed as Tanaka began his little bumblings about his job and swished your drink around in the bottle.

Maybe it would have been best to have this party at home, you looked around as you took a swig, people have started to look annoyed at you guys for a while now. But then again, you looked around your group, you never know when it might be the last time that you guys experience something like this. All together in a large group?

You guys were old, there's no denying it now.

Ukai had long had the fine lines on his face before any of you did, but now faint smile lines were showing up on everybody's face. Including yours, small little wrinkles were finding themselves in the crinkles of your eyes when you squinted. Shit, you were nearly 34 with no husband, or even a boyfriend, working a job that was as monotonous as your daily routine. It was damn boring.

You glanced over to the vegetable head across from you, Yamaguchi was probably the only one who has yet to suffer the appearance of age. He still looked as if he was fresh out of college back when he was 22.

He was really ready to tackle the world with a girlfriend, who seem to be more than devoted to him, and a thirst to become an even better person. Not without Tsukishima by his side though. Occasionally you would be there, cheering him on for achievements and helping him when he was down about his studies.

But you were sadly not the biggest thing apart of his life, no matter how much you wished you were.

Yes, you've had a crush on him for only god knows how long. But it felt wrong, seeing as he was in a healthy relationship. Maybe even now, his relationship is going on 14 years. You can't help but be jealous of his girlfriend, you looked down at his hand and there was a ring, well wife. She gets to wakeup to him every morning. You sure as hell wished you did.

Yamaguchi was smiling and looking around at everyone as well before his face went straight and he pulled out his phone. You watched with curious eyes and small buzz as he went to quickly exit the room.

Did he get a text or was someone calling him? His face looked so serious despite looking so young for a man his age.

You took another swig of your bottle, feeling it becoming increasingly lighter in your hands. It's not your business anyway, what are you supposed to do. You aren't a close friend so you can't just bug into his life and wonder what is going on with him. Only Tsukishima had the right to that and maybe Hinata, you looked over at the orange who now just barely surpassed your height, if he was lucky.

He was in a no better state than Tanaka, swinging his arms around like no tomorrow and being one of the main contributors to the noise coming from their group. God, what idiots.

Idiots that you loved.

Yamaguchi came back, but only after ten minutes of disappearing. Tsukishima gave him a small glance but nonetheless continued on silently watching the chaos of his former volleyball team. You shrugged, if Tsukishima wasn't that bothered by it, then it shouldn't concern you even more. He knows him the best right?

You focused your attention on to Yamaguchi. Well, he certainly looked alright. Wait a minute. His eyes were puffy and his nose was tainted red. His brows were furrowed so badly that the wrinkles on his face just magically appeared. Something happened, but should you go and ask if he's okay?

Do you have the right to do that?

You bit back a burp and went to stand. It's a good thing you didn't wear a skirt today, you wouldn't have half a mind to smooth it back down right now. Yamaguchi was only a few strides away, you should be able to make it over to him just fine. Or would the nerves finish you off before you make it?

No one seemed to be paying much attention to you just suddenly standing, but you swore you saw Tsukishima smirk when he saw you rise. But then again, you were buzzed. You could have imagined it.

You made your way over, dodging the legs of Sugawara as his back was resting against the table as he spoke to Daichi and Asahi. Sugawara saw you coming over and stepping over his legs and so he purposefully (well at least you think so) tried to trip you up. You sent a glare his way after securing your feet and kept walking over to Yamaguchi.

"Hey?" he looked up at you. He looked confused. Well anyone would have been confused, why would you suddenly approach him and then proceed to just stare at him in the face.

"Want to get some air, it's getting stuffy in here," you fanned your face to cool down the nerves bundling under your skin. You felt like you were back in high school again. Nervous as hell because you were speaking to Yamaguchi without the help of Tsukishima at your side to guide the conversation.

You two both walked outside, but not the exit Yamaguchi used. A different one.

"Yea this feels much better," you slumped down onto the curb right next to the desolate road. The moon was barely out but damn were the stars bright tonight. Yamaguchi sat carefully next to you, keeping an ample amount of distance from you. Was he scared of you or something? You gave a weird look his way but he didn't seem to pick up on it and just continued to sit there looking contemplative.

How were you supposed to break this thin ice? You bit your lip and sucked down your pride, ready to blame your boldness on the buzz that was steadily fading away out of your system.

"Why do you look like that, are you constipated?" it seemed to catch him off guard, your question that is. He blinked once or twice before bursting in a small fit of giggles that made your stomach flutter. It really felt like you were back in high school. You felt all girlish and even just sitting next to him set your brain to haywire mode.

After his laughter died down, he replied with a quiet 'no' and that it was 'something else' and then the silence resumed. But it wasn't choking like it was in the beginning. It was more welcome than before and you enjoyed it, taking deep breaths of the fresh night air. Letting it revitalize you and even sober you up some more.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you broke the silence again. It's nice just to enjoy each other's company but you could hear the tiny sniffles that were coming from him as the two of you sat there.

Yamaguchi didn't reply to you at first so you looked over at him. His eyes looked tired as they stared at you. It was dark out, there was a street lamp in the distance that was no where near enough to lighten up his face so you could see his facial expressions more clearly.

But you could tell that he could really use a hug.

No exchange of words for permission before you slung your arm over onto his shoulder and roughly drew him in with whatever strength your body had in it.

It really wasn't much strength but Yamaguchi let himself be pulled into your embrace. The sniffling increased and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled into the warmth of your body. You were sure he could hear it, the hammering in your chest had increased tenfold when you hugged him. But at this point, it only worried you even more and you were wondering what could have made him this way. You worked your fingers through his short hair, after graduation he chopped nearly all of it off which gave you a heart attack after seeing his near bald head. But now it has grown back into a hairstyle that fit him better (thank the gods).

He rubbed his head into your chest and your face heated to a million degrees and beyond. It felt innocent but Jesus, is he aiming for your death?

You rest your cheek on the top of his head and let out the big sigh you were holding in.

"She wants a divorce, and I-I, I really want one too," he heaved into your body. You bit your lip. It was terrible news, but it wasn't like you couldn't be slightly happy because now it means you might have a chance with him.

You rubbed his back as he shuddered into you, your heart was being sent out to him. He was hurting bad because he truly did love his wife and to be leaving her?

It hurt you to see him hurt, so you tugged him in even closer so now you guys were sat right next to each other. Then you hugged him even harder.

"It's okay Tadashi,"

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this was a lil sad but heres some weird angst fluff going on here

[letterboxded]

okay love i am sending a prompt but also i am too shy for smut so if you’d like to do spooning!! just spooning as in cuddles!! i’d gladly take that

I understand and I love you <3

Sam settles into bed with the book he’s been reading by 9:40 PM. Honestly it’s earlier than he has any other night that week, stuff needing to be done at the VA or just other tasks or errands that have all piled up to this week.

Even now on a Friday night he finds himself sighing as he rests his eyes for a moment as he lets the tension seep out of him. Next week will be better, not as many things planned. Heading into the weekend, he can spend it mostly at home with his boyfriend, maybe have a date night.

Getting engrossed in his book, the only distraction proving to be the front door opening and the clattering of noises coming from down stairs, sounding the arrival home of said boyfriend. Listening as the door shuts, two clunks of boots settling by the door, he glances towards the clock on the night stand and finds glowing numbers reading back 10:51 PM.

Honestly he’s surprised he’s home so early, having gone out to drink with Sharon, Carol, and Thor. Something they do every other weekend if they can. Usually Sam joins them, but didn’t feel up to it, just wanting to be comfortable at home after a long week. Placing the bookmark back in the book, putting it down on the nightstand as he tries to fight the smile growing across his face as he hears the heavy footsteps clambering up the stairs, a curse muttered here and there.

It isn’t long before a blonde head, furrowed brow, and the tall form of his boyfriend is heading into their bedroom soft glow of the lamp beside Sam casting him golden, warm hues. He’s muttering something under his breath, something Sam doesn’t catch, but he’s sure it was something along the lines of, “Stupid stairs, who decided we should buy a house with stairs.”

“Careful there. Pretty sure that was your choice.” Sam chuckles as Steve looks up and blinks once, twice, almost surprised to see Sam awake and waiting for him.

Frown dissipating nonetheless, a grin that rivals the brightness of the sun spreads across Steve’s face, eyes crinkling as he makes his way over to the bed. “Sam.” He breathes, crawling onto the bed and over to him, as if staying away for a moment longer would be the worst kind of hell.

Grunting as Steve tumbles into him, burying his face against the side of Sam’s neck as he grabs onto him, Sam gives a soft laugh as he throws an arm around Steve’s waist, running his other hand through golden soft strands. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Steve hums as he nuzzles Sam’s neck, pulling away and gazing tenderly at Sam. “Missed you.”

Sam rolls his eyes, but his heart still warms at the soft admission, sure it makes its way into his voice as he teases, “It was just a couple of hours, you sap, but I missed your dumbass too.”

Steve giggles at that, rolling onto his back as he closes his eyes for a moment. “Yeah. Missed you too.” Steve murmurs, clearly a bit more out of it as he hums again, turning his head to face him, tender expression still across his face.

Tenderness matching Steve’s across his own face, Sam leans over to the nightstand to turn the lamp off, the previous soft glow of the room turning to a quiet darkness. Turning back to face Steve, he reaches out, arms circling Steve’s slim waist, possibly the only small thing about him, and pulls Steve towards him.

Getting the idea, Steve rolls onto his side, curling to fit in Sam’s hold more as he lets out a yawn that disperses into softer laughter. “Y’gonna be the big spoon?”

Smirking to himself, pressing a soft kiss to Steve’s hair and cuddling closer, Sam presses his temple to the back of Steve’s head. “Aren’t I always?”

Steve gives a sound that’s more of a snort than a giggle, but it’s happy nonetheless. “Yeah, y’are. Love you, Sammy.”

Voice growing quieter, Sam isn’t surprised that Steve is already falling asleep, warm, happy, and safe in Sam’s arms. Humming softly and squeezing him closer, Sam lets out a happy sigh as he gives a final kiss to Steve’s neck, “Love you too, always, Steve.”

also wrote another lil something based on this so read both here!

[selinakidreams]

year six at hogsmeade

ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! This fic is for the @haikyuucreationsadm​ secret santa event! dedicated to @ichorizaki ! sol, I hope this gives you the warm fuzzies! 

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

tags: harry potter au!, gn! reader, friends to lovers, yams is a lil over protective, fake dating (if you squint really really hard), yamaguchi’s pov !

a/n: no i do not hate the character i put as the slytherin (i’m not gonna spoil anything <3 teehee) i did it almost as an easter egg ...? like if you remember how yams reacted when he heard a certian thing come from his mouth,,,,,,, you’ll understand why- the clip was playing in my head on repeat while writing it lmao (super vauge ik but ah ha haa)

Both of your school capes sashae across the cold stoned floor as you two head to the one class you had together. The air was nippy; delicate flakes of snow danced around the sky until they landed on the ground.  Yamaguchi hugged his books closer to his chest in hopes to ease the lack of warmth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you nuzzle into your silver and green scarf that was already bundled up to your nose. 

‘Cute,’ he thought to himself- and when it comes to you, that word comes up in his head quite a lot.

 Far from being his favorite class, Yamaguchi Tadashi had to get used to the defense against the dark arts course. It was very… out there for him in the beginning. By pushing his limits, it created a wave of self-consciousness that would wash over him, resulting in the feeling of incompetence. Thankfully you were there to encourage and support him, just as you had been since the day you guys met. It was something about your strength and determination- he learned that through the years when you had an idea, a goal, or a project in mind, you would see it through. It was so inspiring to young Yamaguchi, the little boy constantly cowering away from anything that seemed too much. He would constantly be picked on and could never speak the words that clogged his throat but then you came along with a single snarky remark to end all of theirs. There was no time between the moment he words left your lips and when your hand slipped into his- pulling him away from any sense of loneliness he would ever feel again. You were there for all the big moments, from when he first got his letter to him getting sorted into Gryffindor to him trying out for their quidditch team. You two had been absolutely inseparable and neither of you would change a thing.

Yamaguchi cherished walking to class with you- the way you fit so well in the environment… he just couldn't take his eyes off of you. His favorite version of you was in the winter because you just looked so much cozier. The dark colors of your house heavily contrasted against the bright sparkling snow that reflected natural light into the corridor. The pink that tinted the tips of your ears made his heart skip a beat. If it hadn't been for you stopping by the opened door way, he would have completely missed the entrance to the classroom because of his… observations. He motioned you go in first, your eyes crinkled in thanks as you stepped inside and he swears that you caused a heart palpitation. 

It was your guy’s sixth year at Hogwarts and by far Tadashi's favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts course yet. The teacher, Remus Lupin, had such a way of teaching that it was not only fun and interactive, but also incredibly informative- the prime way for him to learn. He was so happy that Lupin’s tactics were sticking, this meant he didn't have to cling to you for help as he had previously; He was able to show you that he was capable of being strong on his own. Whenever you showed your delight at Tadashi’s progress, he only wanted to work harder.

“Hey so… after class, did you want to go to Hogsmeade and get something to drink from Honeyduke’s? It’s all snowy out and it’s the perfect weather for something warm and comforting.” You grinned as the both of you took your seats, conveniently across from each other, the only thing that separated you two was a slim isle way. Yamaguchi turned to you with a small smile curving his lips, “Yea, sounds good but just remember I have practice later so I can't be out too la-“ his last word was cut off by an obnoxious scoff from the keeper from the Slytherin quidditch team. 

“That was supposed to be our practice, you know. Daichi snatched up our usual practice time.” Koganegawa Kanji said snottily, judgmentally eyeing Tadashi up and down before turning his gaze to you. Suddenly there was a different type of look in his eyes, a bright one that showed that he believed he could secure all sorts of things… including you. “Those Gryffindors think they can take whatever they want, but I know what we're going to be taking. The win at our next game… which just so happens to be against Gryffindor. You’re going to be there, right y/n?” He practically beamed to you as he kept side-eyeing Yamaguchi. 

Before you could even answer- before he could even realize what was coming out of his mouth- your shy, kind hearted, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly Tadashi rolled his eyes and said, “Yea they’re going, they’re going to be screaming out my name when I catch that snitch.” 

Your eyes widened as you turned to him with your jaw slack, the sexual innuendo in the forefront of your mind but when facing your freckled best friend, it looked like he couldn't believe he was able to even speak up. Yamaguchi is not one for confrontation or someone who initiates fights… but when things come down to you, he acts in ways he doesn’t recognize- for painfully obvious reasons.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, Yamaguchi, or else i might just have to zip it up.” The Slytherin hissed, getting ready to reach for his want but stopped in his tracks when his gaze caught sight of a scruffy man in his mid 30’s standing behind the frozen Gryffindor, hands in his pockets and a brow raised. 

“Now… I know you were not about to hex mister Yamaguchi inside of my class, right Mister Koganegawa?” Professor Lupin tempted, a small smirk danced on his lips with the unmissable glint of entertainment that twinkled in his warm eyes. 

The professor didn’t give the boy a chance to answer, instead turned around and headed to the front of the classroom while saying, “Return to your seat Koganegawa, I expect whatever hex you were going to cast was going to be a naughty one. Well ironically, today’s lesson is focused on learning to reflect those nasty curses…” The whole class settled in for the lecture as Tadashi sneaked a peak at the reaction that had been plastered on your face- boy, was it a cute one. Both of your lips curled in with saucer eyes, cheeks tinted a faint red, as if you were holding back a laugh that was forcing its way out. 

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After Lupin bid the class adue for the day, everyone went their separate ways; Tadashi held you close as you both headed to Hogsmeade, his arm draped over your shoulder as you leaned into him for warmth. The walk had been a comfortable silence until you spoke out your curiosity to break the ice, hitting him with the million dollar question.

“Hey, what happened back in Lupin’s class? That was.. odd.. of you to say.” You inquired. Normally when you catch Tadashi off guard or in a vulnerable state, a cute blush dusts along the apple of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You knew you were robbed of the sight, the cold had beat you to it, a violent scarlet already bared his skin. 

He let out a sigh, the breath showing itself in the cold, before he muttered, “I’m just tired of him openly ogling at you like you’re some toy. It’s not cool.” 

You responded with a slight hum, the real reply bouncing off the walls of your brain: I can't believe we’re not together by now.

“Oh yams,” you chuckle as you huddle closer into his side.

<♥︎>

Passing under the grand Hogsmeade archway, he was grateful that there were barely any students about- this meant you guys could get your drinks faster and walk around the shops easier. With the antique green and pink building in sight, the beeline to the shop’s entrance was determined.

“Okay okay, let me guess…” you started as Yamaguchi held open the door for you to walk in, already eyeing the colorful treats that decorated the room, “you want a hot chocolate.” 

“And you want a hot strawberry tea.” Tadashi retorted with a smile.

“It’s almost like… we’ve known each other for years.” You say, your tone dripping in sarcasm as he watches your finger trace over the newest candy they sold. 

Sol, a sweet that’ll brighten your day! The container said, with a picture of what looked to be an edible ball of light. Supposedly, once it hits your tongue, it melts into the flavor you're craving most.

After inspecting the shelves around the store for any new and exciting treats, you both headed to the register where Tadashi placed the drinks order and fished out two golden galeons and five silver sickles. He snuck a glance at you admiring the brightly colored walls to make sure you weren't looking as he slipped the cashier the two packets of sol he stealthily grabbed and handed them three extra sickles. A sweet surprise for later.

Leaving the store, Yamaguchi watched the way your hands slipped around the warm cup, the tips of your fingers slightly intertwined. He wanted nothing more than to take your cup out of your hands and intermingle his fingers with yours…but he couldn’t, it would be crossing a line, wouldn’t it? Nevertheless, the image of holding your- probably- freezing hand was on his mind the whole time you two were walking around the village you knew all too well.

Deciding that it was pretty late you guys began to head back to the castle. The snow crunched underneath your boots with almost empty cups in your hands, you knew it wasn't going to take long before you’d be greeted by the back entrance of the castle. “‘Dashi… do you have to go to practice? I… i need help with Lupin’s coursework.” you stutter out, causing Yamaguchi to pause and turn toward you.

This took him by surprise, normally you were really good with your coursework, so for the roles to switch… something had to be off.  

“ y/n... You know I can't. The team said they really need me there.  Daichi would have my head if I missed practice. The game against Slytherin is so close and I really need to-” he cut himself off before he could reveal too much or get too annoyed, the flash of Koganegawa smirking flashed in the back of his mind. 

“you need to… what? I saw your last game and the way you soared through the air was incredible, it didn't seem like you needed to work on anything!” you pouted with damn wide eyes.

Tadashi tried to ignore the slight increase in his heart's beating pace, “aha well..” he said as he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, “we’re a team and they need me as much as i need them!” you stopped walking so he turned to face you.

He watched the small sad smile creep onto your face before hearing you mutter, “Jeez, when did my Tadashi become so popular?”

For Yamaguchi to not lean in and plant a kiss on your lips, something had to be holding him back... but there was nothing- if anything, you seemed to slightly lean in. 

He figured that you'd assume that the first move was going to be on your part, as it normally was when something serious would happen between the two of you but he wanted to prove to you that he's changed. He's not scared anymore. He has no reason to be. He’s learned so much about himself  throughout the years because of you. You're the reason he was the social person he was today. And he was the one that finally connects your lips with his. 

Due to the cold and dry winter, both lips are not as smooth as wanted but it doesn't stop him from deepening the long awaited kiss. He placed his open palms on your waist and his fingers gave you a small squeeze when he heard you sigh into the kiss.

When Yamaguchi felt your arms around his neck, he swore the world stopped turning for a second. The warmth that he was feeling was unmatched- this was warmer than any other winter coat had made him. 

When he pulled away, your arms stayed around his neck and he refused to let his hands leave your waist. 

“I uh-“ at this point Yamaguchi’s face was bright pink, yours being no different, “um I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You said, cutting him off. 

Tadashi had to blink a few times, as if he was clearing his vision because what he just heard wasn’t possible. 

“N-no way…” he mumbled, looking at the ground next to you. Tadashi almost felt overwhelmed but one thing's for certain, the weight of needing to properly confess was only getting heavier so he gulped down his anxiety- as you had taught him so many times before- and brought his eyes to meet yours. 

“Y/n… I’m so in love with you. I have been for so long-”

Something red wizzed before your guys’ eyes, cutting off his huge confession. His eyes became wide at the hovering letter facing him. 

A howler. 

Before you could even raise an eyebrow, the letter opened itself in the shape of an origami mouth. 

“Yamaguchi, YOU ARE LATE FOR PRACTICE! WHY? WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT THAT IT’S CAUSING YOU TO MISS PRACTICE?” the letter with daichi’s deep voice boomed around the empty of the woods. It began to look around, as if it could see the surrounding area- which was weird because typically howlers were only used to relay a (very loud and disappointed) message. When the envelope eventually faced you, the bottom of the mouth dropped and seemed to gulp.

“Ah.. i see.. Hi y/n… um,” the letter turned to face Yamaguchi before reminding him to go to practice and ripping itself apart. 

It was silent for a second, neither of you knew what to say. 

“I dunno but it almost sounded like Daichi wanted me to go to practice.” was the first thing he said. He watched your face contort from a small smile to a full out grin joined with a hearty laugh. 

“Let's get you to class ‘Dashi.” you said as you wound down from your laughing fit. Holding out your hand, the expression you gave him was one that he never saw from you before. The corner of his eyes crinkled with how genuine he was smiling as he took your hand, finally getting to entwine your fingers together as you guys headed to the quidditch field.

Ps. yes you did scream out his name when he caught the snitch- it didn't go unnoticed...

[iceeckos12]

Hi! I hope Im not bothering you, but Im absolutely IN LOVE w/ jgvtw! Do you ever think you would write Gerrys perspective on Jon telling him hes ace? Also will we ever learn about what Mary had Gerry do while he was under her thrall/hypnotized? Im so excited for part 3 of the AU and have been rereading all the snippets from part 3 you posted + all the other content you have for it! I can’t wait for part 3! Do you know how long the fic will be? I’m planning on binging it as soon as it comes out,

Hi anon, im so sorry i took so long to answer - it’s been a crazy couple of weeks!! So, to answer a few of your questions - im not planning on getting into what mary had gerry do while he was under her control, mostly because i dont actually know. much like how it is for gerry and jon, im just going to let yall imagine what could’ve happened.

right now part three is sitting at around 7 chapters! i have the outline planned out and everything. the chapters will probably be pretty long though, so im guessing it’ll be around 50k total? but that’s just a guess.

and finally.....really wanted to write the ace thing from gerry’s perspective so. here’s a lil treat:

Gerry loved Jon.

-0-

The thing was, growing up, affection was always a transaction or a battle. Gerry would have to claw and fight for each scrap of approval, for each modicum of his mother’s regard. And even when he did get it, it was never easy, or kind, or long-lasting. He would hand his mother a Leitner, and she might smile at him for one exultant moment, before her interest slid unerringly away again.

And the cycle would repeat again.

He never understood why there were so many songs and books and TV shows about love. Why were people so eager to write about something that took and took and took and never gave anything in return? That tied one to another in the cruelest of ways?

Gerry wanted nothing to do with love.

-0-

Being friends with Jon didn’t come naturally to Gerry.

Jon was everything Mary wasn’t; sensitive to changing moods, innocently inquisitive, attentive to direction. But more than that, more than anything, he cared. He cared so intensely that it scared Gerry sometimes.

Gerry had never cared about anything the way Jon seemed to about nothing and everything all at once. In all his years working as Mary’s glorified errand boy, it’d never occurred to him to try and soften the sharp, dangerous edges of the supernatural world for others. But Jon, endearingly earnest, painfully awkward, worried about the victims, worried about protecting them. (The very antithesis of Mary.)

It made Gerry want to do better. It made Gerry want to be better.

-0-

Gerry loved Jon.

This was no surprise; Gerry wasn’t sure when it’d first happened, but when he’d realized, all he’d been able to think was, ah. Because Jon had shown Gerry that affection could be gentle instead of sharp, that it didn’t have to be won like the prize of a gruesome struggle. Falling in love with Jon felt like the foregone conclusion, the period one placed at the end of a sentence.

Being around Jon, being with Jon, made him feel like everything was going to be okay, like everything was okay. The supernatural world felt a little less awful, a little less inescapably evil, because Jon existed in it.

“Delinquent!” Gerry howled, then dissolved into laughter, the way he never thought he could.

“To be fair,” Jon said, rolling over and draping himself over Gerry’s chest. Gerry tried very hard not smile like an idiot at the warm weight of his partner, at the sheer joy he felt at the way Jon’s eyes crinkled at the edges. “I  am  wearing a fussy little sweater vest, and you have eyeliner on.”

(He Knows that if Jon keeps smiling like that, in ten years the crinkles at Jon’s eyes will turn into laugh lines. They will be overwhelmingly charming and Gerry will love them just as he loves the rest of Jon.)

He doesn’t say that, though. Instead he wraps his arms around Jon’s shoulders and tugs him close, pressing their lips firmly together. Jon smiled, and their teeth clacked together awkwardly, but Gerry was weak to that smile, so it was okay.

He tucked Jon’s hair behind his ear, smiling at the dazed look in his eyes. “I like seeing you like this,” he commented idly.

“Like what?”

Gerry laughed, then carefully cupped the back of Jon’s head and flipped them over so their positions were reversed. Jon stared up at Gerry, rich brown eyes wide, lips parted.

Gorgeous, Gerry thought, then pressed a kiss to Jon’s mouth, then his jaw, then the underside of his chin. “I like seeing you lose control,” he whispered into the junction between neck and shoulder.

“G-Gerry,” Jon gasped out, and Gerry smiled at the sound of his name on Jon’s lips. But then a cold, clammy hand wrapped around his wrist, and he froze, suddenly realizing that something was wrong. “Stop.”

Gerry immediately pulled away, frowning in confusion. Cold dread pooled in his stomach at the sheer terror on Jon’s face, the wide-eyed fear. “Jon?”

Jon pulled away, putting space between them, pushing anxiously at his hair.

Did I do something wrong? It took everything Gerry had to keep outwardly calm. He ran over the past few minutes in his head, trying to figure out what he’d done, why it’d gone wrong so quickly. They’d - Gerry had never kissed Jon’s neck before, maybe he’d accidentally triggered a bad memory - ?

Then Jon extended his arms, a quietly pleading gesture, and Gerry was so relieved that he was almost dizzy at the relief of it. He let out a shaky sigh and folded himself into Jon’s space, slotting them neatly together.

“I’m sorry,” Jon whispered.

“Don’t apologize,” Gerry responded immediately. Whatever it was that’d caused such a negative reaction, Jon should never apologize for it. Gerry had enough of his own issues to reproach Jon for his.

“No, Gerry,” Jon scrubbed his hand over his face. “I need to—talk to you about something, I should’ve said something earlier.”

Gerry didn’t really understand the ensuing conversation; what he did understand was that he loved Jon, had loved Jon for a long time, and sex had never factored into it.

So, yes.

Gerry loved Jon, and that was all there was to it.

[nightglider124]

Dickkory Week: Day 3

Okay so I am a day late bc I spent yesterday just basically fixated on Titans trailer and venting/chatting about that. Like, I barely even did any stuff at work bc I was like on tumblr about it lmao.

ANYWAY. Here is Day 3 for yesterday. Today’s prompt will be posted later tonight.

I used 3 of the supposed 5 love languages. I used: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time & Physical Touch. I also just happened to use the literal idea of language as well lmao.

Hope ya like it.

Oh and if you couldn’t guess... I based yet another of these in the DCAU world bc I just really love writing them in their cute lil apartment. 

________________________________________

Love Language 

Laughter bubbled up from the characters on screen, some kind of pun having fallen from the main guy’s mouth at a rather inappropriate time. He grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head as a blush took control over his cheeks. 

Kory and Dick both smiled lazily at the comedy movie they had on the TV as they relaxed in the comfort of their apartment, sat upon their sofa. Dick was sat with one arm leaning against the cushions of the sofa and the other draped across the back of it, behind Kory’s head as she remained huddled in the corner of the sofa.

Her legs were draped over her boyfriend’s lap, crossed at the ankles with a fluffy blanket strewn over their lower halves, protecting them from the slight chill in the air, signalling that Fall would soon be coming to an end if that and the orange leaves that fell from the tree outside were anything to go by.

Kory suddenly shifted, keeping her legs over Dick’s but snuggling into the arm that was just around her shoulders. She deeply inhaled his familiar scent before she rested her head on his chest, her smile widening as Dick played with a few tendrils of her long, auburn locks.

Her fingers found the material of his shirt, playing with it as she idly watched the movie. Dick smirked as he watched her movements, toying with his shirt simply for the want to be in contact with him in some way. 

The thumping beneath the skin of his torso seemed to grow stronger; louder, like her presence alone raised his heart rate in a way akin to if he had just sprinted a marathon. 

He peered down at her, a true swell of contentment inside his chest.

Dick leaned down a little, just enough so that he could press a small kiss to her neck, making her squirm.

Kory giggled and sighed, “Yiv tu daktar…”

He blinked, having grown so accustomed to only hearing her speak English; the random use of her mother tongue had him thrown.

“What?” He chuckled,

Kory inclined her head to look up at him, “Hm?”

“You just said something in Tamaranian.”

Her eyes widened and a blush dripped across her face, like paint spilling down a wall, “Oh? I did not realize… I said ‘you are so sweet’.”

Dick smiled at the compliment but his curious mind and continuous thirst for knowledge had him pause and shuffle away from her a little,

“You know… I don’t think I ever really hear you speak it anymore. The only time really is when we first found you… and sometimes when you sing in the shower or mumble in your sleep.”

Kory raised a brow at him, “I mumble in my sleep?”

“Sometimes and it’s not always in English.”

She shrugged her shoulders and played with a long piece of hair cascading over her shoulder, “I know a selection of languages; some that are of this world and some that are from other planets… English and Tamaranian are the ones I know most… I suppose I cannot help but deviate to my first language every now and then.”

“Seems to be when you aren’t really thinking about it.” Dick surmised,

Kory nodded, “Yes… English is not my first language and… I believe it takes more concentration.”

“I think it’s cool. You’re like some kind of translator.”

His Princess laughed and shook her head, “So, if I get bored of leading the Titans and decide to get a day job like you have… translator is the one I should pursue?”

Dick grinned, “I mean, you could do a lot of things if you wanted to. Modelling would definitely be one for you too.”

Kory rolled her eyes, “Mhm…”

“I mean it. You’ve got the height and the looks. You could do it.”

She smirked and folded her arms over her chest, “Oh? And you wouldn’t mind if I were to model clothes and lingerie and be all over posters and billboards for all men to see?” 

Dick stared at her before he shook his head and waved his hand dismissively, “Okay. Nope. Translator. Do that instead.” 

Kory burst into laughter, letting her hands fall back into her lap, “Do not worry, my love. I think that a translator would be more enjoyable anyway.”

He chewed on his bottom lip, eyeing her with a sense of question riddled on his own face, “Hey, babe?”

“Yes?” She asked, her head rested against the back of the sofa so she could watch him,

“Do you think… you could teach me some Tamaranian?” 

Kory sat up straight, her eyebrows at her hairline in surprise, “Really?”

He lifted his shoulders and rubbed his neck in that sheepish way of his, “Well, yeah… I mean, I’ve always liked learning new languages and… what other humans can say they know a language from another planet that isn’t a fictional one?” He paused and smiled, “Sides… I think it would be nice. We always do things that are influenced by Earth since we live here… I’d like to know more about where you come from too.”

She tilted her head and smiled, one that softened her entire facial expression, “Oh, Dick…” 

He grinned and shuffled to get comfortable as he sat opposite her on the couch, “C’mon… teach me a few things now.”

Kory giggled, mirroring his position, “Like what?”

Dick shrugged, “I don’t know… whatever comes to mind.”

Tapping her fingertips against her chin, Kory considered and mulled over what things she could teach him that were simple enough for him to grasp. With a light bulb going off in her mind, she smiled and focused on him, clearing her throat.

“Gultach.”

“Gul-tack.” Dick tested, already knowing his pronunciation was off,

“Gultach.” Kory paused, “Tamaranian is more guttural than English… along the lines of German but more. My language is… aggressive sounding. The end sound should come from your throat… like when you are sick.”

Dick furrowed his brows in concentration and tried it again, “Gultach.”

He peered at her for approval and felt his heart melt when she beamed back at him, looking as though someone had just given her the best gift in the whole world. 

“Was that… better?” 

Kory nodded enthusiastically, “Oh! Much better, Dick. It is a case of grasping the somewhat scratchy roll in your throat.”

He nodded in understanding, “What does it mean?”

“Hello.” 

Dick grinned, “Cool. What else?”

Kory thought for a moment until she straightened her back again, signalling she had one for him, “Shu kareth Gu’anrei… Dick Grayson.” 

He deadpanned, “Seriously? We’re going from ‘Hello’ to something that sounds… way more advanced?”

She smirked, “I assure you, it is quite simple.”

“Easy for you to say, Miss I know a thousand languages fluently.” He scoffed,

Kory rolled her eyes, “I don’t know a thousand… It is more around a hundred.”

He did a double take and chuckled, “Oh, that’s better.” 

She grinned and tapped his knee, “Try it.”

“Shu… kareth... ” He sounded out, his forehead crinkling in confusion, “Uh… what was the next bit?”

“Gu’anrei.” 

“Gunray.”

“Gu’anrei.” Kory prompted, “There is a small pause which changes the words. Gu is like goo. Then, anrei is like… and ree but without the ‘D’ sound.”

Dick nodded and cleared his throat, “Shu kareth… Gu’anrei…” 

Kory smile and looked at him expectantly.

“Was… that not it?”

“You must say your name at the end.”

“Oh… Shu kareth Gu’anrei Dick Grayson.”

Kory gave him one of her thousand watt smiled and lightly clapped her hands together in appreciation for his efforts, “Very good, my love.”

He felt a jolt of pride spiral through him, feeling like he had achieved something special to be able to utter even one syllable of her language. 

“I can probably guess what that means in English but…” 

“It means, ‘My name is Dick Grayson.’” Kory elaborated,

Dick smirked and nodded his head, “Anything else you can think of?”

Her emerald gaze befell him and Kory could feel her heart swelling more and more with how much of an interest he was taking in her language and despite living on Earth for such a long time now, it was still nice to be reminded where she came from; for the right reasons.

She let her mind wander over how many times Dick had asked about Tamaran. From how she grew up, to Tamaranian traditions and even extending to learning about her family; Dick had always made sure to ask about her place of birth, rather than simply expecting her to conform to a lifestyle on Earth, with complete disregard to where she initially came from.

It was one of the things she truly adored about him; the level of respect and care he held for her was astounding and she loved him for it.

That’s when another idea popped into her mind of what to teach him next.

“I think I have another.” She murmured, her eyes clouded with warmth for the man sat before her,

“Shoot.” He grinned, oblivious to the inner emotions she was experiencing,

“Aku d’marai.” 

Dick brightened, “That doesn’t sound as difficult as the last one.” 

Her eyes shimmered as she watched him, “It is not commonly used on my world but it is an important statement, nonetheless.”

With a curt nod, Dick went over it multiple times in his head before he lifted his chin, “Aku… d’marai…”

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself smiling too much but she did nod to him, “Perfect.”

Dick beamed at her like a kid who had just received the seal of approval from their parents or something, proud of himself for managing to get some of her language right. He was still a long way off being fluent, he knew that but it was definitely a start.

He noticed that in all of his excitement of learning a few foreign phrases, he’d absently shifted closer to her, so much so they were merely inches away from one another. With a slight lean, he could be brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

Suddenly breathless, his eyes searched her heart shaped face, printing everything to memory. The gorgeous haze in her eyes, the soft glow of her skin, the perfect line of her nose before he let his eyes drop to her mouth. Her lips were just flawless; a cupid bow shape that was full and completely kissable.

“So… what did that one mean?” He asked, his blue eyes locked on her solid green ones,

Kory smiled softly and tilted her head, gently raising her fingertips to his face and running them along the angle of his jaw,

“It means… ‘I love you’.”

Dick suddenly matched her expression; every feature softening on his face as he reached a hand to her neck, just cupping her face,

“I’ll need to remember that one.”

“Mhm.” Kory murmured before Dick closed the distance, molding his lips to hers and reveling in the spark sensations that made her whole mouth tingle.

As she continued to kiss her boyfriend, Kory couldn’t help but wonder why she had never thought of teaching him until now. But, she decided, better late than never.

[hwqll]

If you haven’t already, could you make a guide for The Boyz? I need to learn their names because I want to stan! The only one I know is New and it’s because of the phone booth scene(s) in No Air. Pls help

here you go!~

[ guide to the boyz no air edition by age ]

[cr. naminuna] Sangyeon 

leader, oldest (dubbed as the father lmao)

physically he’s shortish, small eyes, most likely has his hair parted like in the picture 

pretty funny in variety and does voice impressions of emperors

vocal

[cr. BUD OF LOVE] Jacob

softest boy ever, his hair is grey/colorful right now so you can recognize him easily but other than that he has bunny teeth and cute lil cheeks

½ canadian line (usually translating with kevin and eric)

referred to as the angel of the group 99% of the time

passionate girl group dancer, pelvis king

vocal

[cr. VELVET GOLD MIND] Younghoon

nickname is bread(bbanghoon)

tallest

usually pouting, holding his hands to his chest, shyish

has round/big eyes and a small mouth

he’s so soft despite his height you could pummel him(literally top 4 weakest)

vocal

[cr. BELOVED] Hyunjae 

dorky, has a laugh where his mouth is big and his eyes crinkle

also has a small mouth and pointy face, almondy eyes

has greyish hair alongside jacob but they don’t look anything alike

master of spinning anything on his fingertips

goes to the gym everyday, buff boy™

vocal

[cr. Mood for Love] Juyeon

tbz believe he’d die first in an apocolypse

“serious” and sensitive guy(not rly)

his hands are 20.5 cm and tbz will never stop talking about it 

his smile reminds me of a cat and as he has the cutest eye smile

long limbs in general

vocal

Kevin

½ of canadian line

hair is usually swoopy but if it’s a bowl it’s pretty bouncy

also it’s red 

has a heart shape in his mouth

very very very artistic, designed some parts of tbz’ past albums 

piano and vocal boy

he’s a bit awkward but it’s funny and we love him

along with younghoon, you can pummel kevin

talks in vines and memes

signature peace sign in selcas and poses

skinny legs

[cr. COCO DEWY] New

you already know him but just know that

has a slight case of rbf

gets the most roasted by members

he’s small af(by weight) but can eat a ton

you can pummel chanhee 

has a habit where he raises his eyebrows sometimes for no reason

touches his mouth/nose when he laughs

pink hair rn

vocal

[cr. THEQ]  Q

super long neck

hair is mostly swoopy for this era

prominent cheekbones

laughs a lot

small mouth

i’m listing them by vocal/rapper but he’s mostly known for his dancing as well

could also pummel Q

[cr. DEAR, MY UNIVERSE] Haknyeon

chubby lil cheeks and sharp teeth 

small eyes

kinda has a squarish rectangular face

his hair is either in a bowl like this or parted directly down the center

small in terms of height

members like to say he eats a lot frequently

mc material, likes to joke around a lot 

was on produce 101 

vocal/rapper

[cr. pink sparkle!] Hwall

big case of rbf, has a resting scowl

sharp eyes when he’s dancing

don’t let this fool you because even members refer to him as a [chic] baby

unique(?) fashion sense, likes those furry tiger jackets

has abs hiding under his clothes

biggest bts fan ever, knows all their choreo and lyrics  

fun fact: his name is hwall which means bow in korean and it turns out he’s really good at archery as he won gold at the ISAC

he’s all of the hyung’s favorites

knows how to make sunwoo end himself

rapper(vocal sometimes. we never know because he gets .3 lines per song haha)

[cr. in the groove] Sunwoo

creker likes to display him as a hard rapper but he’s a whole(maybe half) softie

professional roaster, mostly to new

will come for you

coconut haircut for life

he’s growing

in animal comparisons, he’s a raccoon and no one can tell me otherwise

usually wants to die of second-hand embarrassment

main rapper, also a vocal

Eric

LA gangster

shortest one, also has a cute eye crinkle

sharp jaw line

mostly has fluffy orange hair rn 

international soft boy

bffs with felix from skz 

rapper

and that’s all of them! some of these descriptions are more helpful than others and i’m sorry for that LOL the easiest way to know them is watching the series’ that they’ve done before because they have many! 

[futurewriter2000]

Secret and Lies ~ Part 3

A/N: What have I done... I am so sorry. I am a horrible person and I’m so sorry. Pls don’t hate me.

TAGS: @shadyladyperfection , @nadinissavage , @geeksareunique , @huflerin 

Other parts ---> MASTERLIST

Xx

A week. That is how long Remus hasn't seen you. A week that felt like 700 years. Each day another long 100 years.

He wasn't allowed in your dorm because you didn't want to see him. You weren't at the dining table because you were never hungry.

He knew what he did by saying what he did. Blackmailing you was over the line and he realized it. It just never accured to him that you would be falling for his best friend. But that was not important anymore. You were important. His little sister that kept being stuck in her dorm room. 

At least that’s what he thought.

"Where is she Lils?" he asked impatiently as he followed Lilly out of the classroom.

She didn't say a word, only quickening her pace. She was your best friend and she was the only one who knew where you were. She kept telling Remus and Sirius off because you weren’t in your dorm. You were back home with your parents, getting over some stuff. Stuff she swore to keep a secret.

That was until James stopped in front of her and grinned. "Where is she, darling? She turned around to her left only to see Peter standing there, and to her right there was Sirius.

"She doesn't want to see you. Any of you." she hissed and tried to push pass James but was only wrapped around his arms.

"I need to see her Lilly." worried Remus and walked closer.

"Potter! You arrogant prick! LET ME GO!" she shouted and started kicking around.

"Please Lilly. We just want to know how she's holding up." said Sirius who shared the same worried expression as Remus.

As she calmed down, James slowly put her down on her feet. She glanced between Sirius and Remus for a moment, crossing her arms as she wrapped her head around it. "So let me get this right. First you get all pissed of because he's dating your sister and now you guys are back to being best friends." she scoffed and glared at both of them.

"Lilly, please-"

"No! You don't get to tell her shit and then say you did because you wanted to protect her!". She bellowed at Remus before turning to Sirius. "And you! You don't get to disappear and leave her to deal with this mess alone. YOU DON'T GET TO DO THAT!" she shouted even louder, pointing a finger at Sirius.

“Just tell us where she is?” asked James and stepped in front of Sirius.

“NO!” she said determined, turned around and stormed out of the scene.

She walked up to her dorm, noticing the slightly opened door. Lilly lightly knocked on the door and entered.

You didn't hear it. You didn't want to hear anything right now. All you did was listen to Bruce Springsteen's record. His voice always seemed to calm you down. It was low and a bit raspy but it was perfect. The music, the lyrcs and his voice. Dan his voice, it was just so pleasing to hear it.

"(Y/n)." you heard her say. Her voice soft and calming.

But you couldn't. Because if she would ask you. If she dared to ask you you would start crying like a fool.

"Are you okay?"

Damn it. She said it. She said it and the tears started to roll down your cheeks just like you knew they would.

"I can't Lilly." you sobbed. "I can't face him. I can't tell him. Any of them." you cried and let her wrap her hands around you.

You took a hold of her arms, gripping them tightly and sobbing.

"They need to know (y/n). He's your brother."

"I-I know. Bu-but how do I tell him. I wanted to make him suffer these past days for what he did but instead I found out something so much worse and now I - I don't even know. Wha-wha...Lilly what do I do?" you continued to sobb in her arms.

She pulled you closer to her embrace and moved your hair away from your wet cheeks. "You'll tell them when you're ready. And I will be there every step of the way." 

You shot up from Lilly's embrace to jump on your knees and face her. "He mustn't know! He can't! It will break him!"

"(Y/n)! He needs to know!" she shouted at you and took a hold of your hands.

"No! Remus too. Nobody can't know!" you shouted back.

"But why!?"

"Lilly you can't tell Lilly! Please! They'll treat me differently. Like I'm fragile. I don't want that." you started to panic, your eyes searching for answers in her green ones.

"But your mom and dad..." her voice cracked and a tear escaped her eyes.

"They said I can tell him whenever I want to. They won’t tell him and they always keep their word.”

"But I can't." Lilly spoke and another tear rolled down her cheek.

"Lilly." you simpered and brushed the tears from her cheeks. "I'll be fine. I just need you to be here for me."

She looked at you and smiled through her tears. "You know you're even more stubborn than me. I'm a bad influence on you Lupin." she laughed.and pulled you in a tight hug. "You know you won't be able to hide it forever and they have the right to know." she whispered softly and pulled you even tighter.

"I know. " 

"Merlin's beard! Why did I take this class! I'll fail this!" panicked Sirius and ran his fingers through his hair and turning the pages while he walked to his house table.

"Well if you weren't messing with my sister than maybe you'd know more." retorded Remus and eyed Sirius.

Sirius stopped and looked up at his best friend who only gave him a playful smirk. "You will never forgive me for this. Will you?"

"I kind of had to. I pushed you down the stairs." he chuckled and threw another peanut in his mouth. 

That's when he saw you. As soon as the peanut landed in his mouth, his eyes fell on you. Your hair let down, wearing the Gryffindor tie and laughing with Lilly.

"Lu!" burt Remus and ran towards you to give you a hug. "Oh my god I am so sorry for what I said! I love you so much Lu and I swear I will never blackmail you ever again. I love you. Love you. Love you." he rambled on and continue to kiss your cheeks while his arms were tightly wrapped around you.

"Oh my god Remus ! You're embarrassing me!" you giggled and pushed him away.

That giggle. That gorgeous giggle of yours which he almost forgot how it sounded. 

"I don't care. I thought I lost you baby Lu." he smiled in the crook of your neck as he lifted you up and twirled you around, hearing that giggle come out of your mouth once more.

And Sirius. Sirius couldn't help himself but to smile at the two of you. You looked radiant as always. Your shiny (y/h/c) hair messed up from Remus’ attack and your robes a bit crinkled from all the hugging. But as he glanced to Lilly, he noticed her expression and it wasn't happy. 

It was sad.

And not just sad. It was worried and it seemed to hide something. She didn't even turn around to look up at them and she kept poking the food with her fork.

"Sirius." you spoke, interrupting him from his thoughts. "Can I talk to you?"

He looked up at you and smiled. "Yes, of course. "

"Don't do anything stupid." growled Remus and made both of you and Sirius roll your eyes.

As soon as the two of you were out of the Great Hall you jumed in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and making him take a few steps backwards. He gripped his strong arms around you and lifted you few inches off the fround, burrying his head in your neck.

"I missed you, love." he whispered in your neck before you pulled away and smacked him across the cheek. "Auch! What was that for?!"

"How dare you leave me alone for two weeks and not even bothering to tell me wherever you went!" you shouted, crossing your arms and waiting on his respond.

"I got hurt! Remus pushed me down the stairs and I broke my arm and sprained my ankle. Why do you think he forgave me." he explained and started rubbing his cheek from pain.

"Oh." is all you could say.

"Oh? Really? You just smacked the hell out of me and all you say is oh. An appology would be nice."

"Don't act like you didn't deserve it. " you scolded and took a step away from him.

There was a silence. Not an awkward silence, no. A silence where the both of you knew what followed after it. That silence.

"(Y/n)?" he spoke quietly and took a step forward. Taking your hands in his, he looked up at you. "What are we?"

You looked down on your hands and back up to his grey eyes. Merlin, you wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him so bad.

Maybe you should.

No, you can't.

But he's Sirius. You need to tell him.

But if you do he'll be broken. He wont be the same. Spoke the voice in the back of your head.

"We're friends. That's all." you said and pulled away from his hold. "We're friends." you repeated quieter.

Sirius' hands fell down against his body. It felt like he lost something. Something he didn't know he had until now. What was it, he didn't know. All he did know he didn't want it gone.

"I'm sorry Sirius. It's for the best."

"No!" he was finally able to speak. "It's not for the best. It's for Remus. Are you really going to hide the fact that what we have isn't real. Are you just going to throw this all away?!" he exploaded and walked closer to you but you held your hand up to keep the distance away.

You felt sick. You felt your stomach twist and turn and the food you previously ate was slowly coming back up your throat. It felt disgusting. It turly felt disgusting and it seemed to choose an awfully bad timing.

"Oh. Okay then." he finished as he saw you backing away and turning around. He back to the Great Hall, pushing past Lilly as she walked your way.

Lilly ran to you and put her hands on your cheeks." No. Not here (y/n)." she said and wrapped her hand around you to walk you to the bathroom.

Another week has passed and everything was going flawlessly.

Well...almost everything.

"Shh...it's okay." whispered Lilly as she held your hair while you leaned on the toilet, throwing up your dinner. "When is your next appointment?" she asked as you finally lifted your head up.

"Tomorrow. Already told McGonnagal. I also asked if you could come with me." you said and opened the pipe to wash your face.

"You know I would always go with you but don't you think Remus should be the one or at least Sirius." she said and offered you a towel.

"You know I can't tell them. I don't want him to go through this. It's my fight not his. Plus he hates me." you explained and wiped your face with the towl.

"And Remus? "

"He's just so happy right now. Everything is going so good for him. I don't want to ruin it with this."

"Fine. But you need to promise me you'll tell him soon. You're sick and you are hiding it from him."

"I promise I'll tell him. Just not right now. When the time is right."

The time was never right. That was because you never intended to tell him. Everytime you saw him smiling and laughing with his friends you knew you couldn't burdain him with it.

You watched him instead. He was so damn happy. Such a big smile as James and Peter joked around with one another and Sirius jumping in with his insulting comments.

If you told him that picture would be long gone. No more happy faces, no more laughing in the room...gone.

Remus’ eyes fell on you and his smile grew even bigger. “Lu! Come ‘ere! Join us!” 

“Sorry Johnny. I need to find Lilly!” you waved at them and turned to walk up to the girls dormitories.

“Come on (y/n)! It’ll be fun!” yelled James, holding Sirius under his arm and messing his hair while Sirius laughed and tried to get out of his grip. “I bet Padfoot here won’t be so mad anymore that you dumped his arse!” 

Sirius got free of his best friends grip and moved the hair away from his face before turning to you. “It’s all in the past, darling.” he winked at you and ran to grab your hand and pull you to their little corner. 

James waved his wand and the music started playing, making all the four of  marauders sing outloud. “ Born in the USA!” they all sang together and jamp on their feet. 

“Your favorite Lu. Bruce Springsteen.” smiled Remus and took your hands to spin you around. 

Your eyes fell on Sirius’ smiling eyes as he heard Remus say those words. He knew the only reason you loved Bruce so much was because of him. He started dancing towards you. 

“Come on. Where are your dance moves now!” he laughed and took your hands to spin you around.

“Oh that’s how it’s going to be!” you laughed and signaled Remus to come over. “Come on Johnny, let’s show him how the Lupin family does this.” 

Remus danced over to you and twirled you around before the two of you started dancing like tow high idiots, making the other marauders in the room laugh too loud.

After the song was over you started panting. It became hot and stiff and you leand your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

“Come, come Lu. I told you to cut down on those donuts.” teased Remus and danced around you. 

You felt your energy slowly leave your body. Your muscles were barely keeping you up on your feet. “Piss of, John.” you panted and showed him your middle finger. “ I’ll just go up.” you added and turned back to the stairs.

“Okay. But you know you’re missing all the fun!” shouted James as you started to climb the stairs.

That was when it started to get dizzy. Dizzy enough for the picture to get blurry and the voices echo in your ears. 

“(y/n)! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” shouted Lilly from the top of the stairs.

“I’ll be up in a sec.” you said weakley, trying to take another step. 

Lilly knew something was wrong as soon as she noticed the boys dancing around to Bruce Springsteen. “Shit.”she said and started walking down the stairs towards you. 

But before she could reach you, you already lost the balance trying to take another step up. Suddeny loosing all the strength, feeling a few hits on your body, everything started to get dark and all you heard was Lilly’s voice echo in your ear, soon followed by Remus and Sirius.

“(y/n)!” 

“Lu!” 

[dharma-divine]

Hi! Happy Christmas eve eve. I wrote 3 works so I will send you one everyday til Christmas. Here is the first one! Hope you enjoy :)

Purple

Josh was hosting another movie night and had practically begged you to go. So there you were, sitting in between Josh and Sam as they both were subtly fighting for your attention. Sam, by definition, was your best friend but you have known Josh the longest. Sam had his hand open for you to hold and Josh had his arm around you. After the movie was over Sam held your hand and gripped a bit more as a silent request for you to stay with him on the couch. You allow it and settle back into the couch. The rest of the group dispersed and it was just you and Sam left. Turning to you Sam asks if you want to join him tomorrow for a paint night. You agree and make plans for him to pick you up the following day. The time passes quickly and you find yourself in the car with Sam as he blasts some jazz album that you haven’t heard. “I can’t believe you don’t listen to these guys, they are insane” Sam goes off while driving. You chuckle and turn to face him. He looks so beautiful like this. Sun in his face, making his hair look extra flowy. Eyes crinkled as he smiles at whatever you have to say. His hands gripping the steering wheel. His beauty was beyond compare, especially when he laughed with his head tilted back. You snap out of your thoughts and realize that you are at his house. He opens the door for you like a true gentleman and you take his hand to get out of the car. Inside there are 2 canvases and little tubes of paint scattered around around the living room floor. You get comfortable while Sam puts another record on. After the two of you are settled you begin to work on your art with Sam sitting across from you.. You glance over at Sam and ask “whatcha painting?” He looks over his canvas and blushes “don’t worry about it”. You brush it off and keep working on your painting. A few moments later you can feel Sam’s eyes looking over at you, there’s mischief in them. You raise your brows in question before feeling the wet paint brush slide across your cheek. You gasp slightly before reaching over and doing the same. “You started war love” Sam states and abandons his canvas to climb over to you. He swipes a red thick line across your thigh. You fight back with a blue line on his neck. Next thing you know there’s red across your mouth and he swipes blue across his. “Wanna make purple?” He also with his head tilted. You nod a yes and suddenly Sam is all over you. Your lips meet in a fight of passion with Sam pretty much battling you for control. You never would have thought your lips and Sam’s blended so well together. And while the taste of the paint isn’t that great, the high of kissing Sam is. After a few moments Sam pulls back and places a few small kisses to your lips before fully leaving, sitting back in his heels. “You truly are a work of art” Sam smiles at you. He leans back to grab his forgotten canvas and holds it out for you to grab. You take it and turn it over to see what he created. There, in purple paint, is the question. “Will you be my girlfriend?” You smile, “absolutely” you say while throwing your hands around his neck. Sam, delighted, pulls back to give you another kiss. “Thank god, or else that would have been a waste of paint” he chuckles.

OH??? THIS IS PRECIOUS 😭 I had a lil daydream about something like this when they posted those photos of them painting a few months ago. This is perfect, and for your FIRST FIC? You’re a great writer already omg

I can’t wait for the next two 💕

[anxiousbich]

Movie Night (Milevill)

Prompt: Imagine your OT3 all trying to sit on a two-seater sofa at once to watch a film, and one of them eventually giving up and just lying across the laps of the other two. Source

Pairing: Will/Eleven/Mike, Mike/Eleven, Mike/Will, Will/Eleven

Note: You could view this as platonic Will/Eleven, but I do not. I am still 100% about gay Will but I also headcanon Eleven as nonbinary (Didn’t really have a chance to expand on that in this lil thing, just thought I’d put that out there.)

Tumblr hates formatting and I hate fixing formatting. So there ya go. This is a weird ass ship name.

Word Count: 1674

Will has been downplaying how much it’s been hurting him to watch his boyfriend and girlfriend be affectionate with one another while Will has been forced to act unaffected. It wasn’t a new act for him, but it had been somehow easier when he had been sure his feelings could only ever be one sided. At least as friends he’d known where he stood and he was fine being a good friend to them, a best friend.

Once they had gotten together, Will was left with a warring sense of happiness, dread, and longing. More longing than when he’d pined from afar. Watching them hold hands and kiss and flirt in public while Will was forced to constantly keep himself in check, even more than when he was simply hiding more than platonic feelings, terrified he’d give them away, and it started to hurt. It was so different knowing what it was like to be a part of that but only able to receive such affections when they were alone together, a rarity that could be counted on one hand. It left him insecure and his heart aching, unable to stop himself from imagining the two only agreeing to let him into the relationship out of pity or their instinctual need to protect him.

But apparently he hadn’t been as subtle as he had thought or… maybe he really wasn’t the only one affected by their forced distance. One day while Will, Mike, and Dustin had been scouring the aisles of their local comic book store, Mike had stepped up next to Will and pretended to search through a box of comics while Will had quietly scanned a comic he couldn’t afford. He had looked over at Mike and gave him a soft smile. Mike not so subtly checked over his shoulder for Dustin who had been futilely bartering with the bored cashier. Will frowned in confusion and Mike leaned in close, warm breath fanning over Will’s skin and sent blood rushing to his cheeks and his palms had grown sweaty. Will had no idea what to expect, but he definitely didn’t expect Mike to say, in a quiet shaky voice, “I think we should tell the Party about us.”

Will had stared at Mike with wide eyes and instinctively checked over his shoulder, but found no one close enough to overhear them. “What?” Will asked in disbelief. Will isn’t sure if it had been excitement or terror that had sent his heart racing at the time. Mike’s fingers had clenched where they rested on the lined up comics, crinkling the plastic slip of one of them and his eyes settled on where Will’s hands were clutching the comic he’d been reading to his chest. Mike’s brows had bowed and his gaze had been so intense it could have set Will’s hands on fire. Will thinks he might have recognized something familiar in his eyes. Mike took a deep breath.

“Me and El talked about it-,” Will had felt a pang, that sense of being left out, “-and we know… we can’t be open in public but… if we tell them, at least we wouldn’t have to hide in front of them, and yeah they might not understand, but their our best friends, they’ll get over it,” Mike rambled, Will was impressed by his ability to still be whispering, then his face had twisted with pain, “And we… we miss you, Will.”

Will had momentarily stopped breathing and he ended having to buy the comic book after the deep creases he’d left in the pages. “Really?” Will breathed. Mike had frowned and risked pressing closer so that Will’s shoulder pressed into Mike’s arm.

“Yeah, of course,” Mike replied, his voice still quiet, “It’s been rough… for both of us, and El has been a little obsessed with going through with it, but I told her we couldn’t just do that without talking to you, so… what do you think?” Will had stared up at Mike’s handsome face and took a lot of self-control not to press a kiss to one the sharp cheek bones that had revealed themselves once his baby fat melted away. In that moment he had imagined his friends turning their backs on them, telling their parents, being ostracized, or worse, by everyone around them, but he also imagines being accepted, being able to hold Mike’s hand or press a kiss to Eleven’s forehead while in the presence of his favorite people without any of them batting an eye. One scenario was much more unlikely than the other, but he ignored the part of him that told him it’s too dangerous.

“Let’s do it,” Will agreed, his voice firm and without hesitation. Mike’s sharp shoulders had still been tense with anxiety but he grinned brightly.

 Its movie night for The Party, a tradition that developed ever since the Wheelers finally caved to Mike’s begging and purchased a family VCR for Christmas a few years back. It was a hard tradition to keep up with considering they had so few options at first. Re-watching the same 3 films every other week made it tough, so it was a god send when they were blessed to be one of the few towns in America to have a video rental store pop up. It rapidly became one of the top 5 places to look if you wanted to find group of 15 year olds. It opened them up to a much more pleasant existence where they didn’t have to watch Grease, again.

They alternated who picked what they watched and tonight is Max’s night. Unsurprisingly, she goes for a horror film, “Halloween”. It’s all pretty normal. They go to the store, Lucas and Dustin quietly grumble about Max’s choice like they always do when someone picks something other than sci-fi, they pick some extra snacks, and they go to the Wheeler’s house to make their popcorn and settle in for the movie. Things as usual. But they’re not. Because this is the first movie night where The Party knows about Will, Mike, and El’s relationship.

It’s been a few days since the surprisingly easy conversation. The Party didn’t fully understand, asking question after question, but the accepted. Despite that, Will still feared making his friends uncomfortable, careful with how touchy he was, especially with Mike. El made it clear very quickly that she wasn’t having any of that. The moment they were alone with their friends, she’d take his hand, kissed him, or leaned against him any chance she could like she was making up for lost time, and Will wasn’t unaware of the wigged out looks Lucas, Max, and Dustin would share, but he couldn’t find it in himself to deny her.

They have run of the house while Ted and Karen are on their ‘date night’ and Holly is with one of the parents from her new school that Karen befriended. It’s the closest thing to a real date that they’ve ever had, but Will is still wary. They go to their usual spots, El and Mike squeeze into Ted’s La-Z-Boy while the others sit on the couch with the bowl of popcorn and the snacks spread out in front of them and the FBI warning begins to play. Will sits on the end of the couch closest to the La-Z-Boy. He tries to push down that familiar sense of longing and just enjoy his friends’ company, but he found himself glancing at them frequently, quietly wondering if they felt it too. Before the movie gets into full swing, Mike and El suddenly stand, grabbing Will and hefting him up from his seat, drawing the attention of the others. Will stares at them bug eyed while they push him down onto the chair. Mike squeezes in next to him, the fit a little tighter than when it had been El and Mike.

El’s gaze is calculating as she takes in the lack of space, before she confidently plops herself down where Will and Mike’s hips are pressed together. She shifts until her legs are thrown over Will’s and the arm rest and she can lean her cheek where Mike and Will’s shoulders met. She reaches blindly over Mike and pulls the lever, springing the foot rest out. Will yelps in surprise when the chair suddenly tilts back. Mike laughs, boldly wrapping his arm around Will’s shoulders while El settles, leaning her side against them, eyes on the screen. Will meets Mike’s eyes over El’s head of curls and grins, a happy blush on his cheeks. Will’s arm is trapped and going a bit numb, so he snakes it out through the space between her and Mike’s body, wrapping it around her waist, and rests his other hand on El’s knee.

Jamie Lee Curtis is talking on the screen and Will can feel the holes his friends are practically burning into them, but all Will can think about is the happiness bubbling up in his chest. El seems fully engrossed in the film. Will turns his head, pressing his forehead to El’s, grinning. The hand on his shoulder comes up and begins mindlessly playing with the hairs at the base of his neck. He glances up and sees that Mike has his cheek resting against the back of El’s head and his other hand is lightly scratching up and down her back through her shirt, his eyes fixed on the TV, despite the curls that must be tickling his face.

“You love birds want a chocolate bar or you just gonna be gross all night?” Dustin asks without any real malice, mouth full of popcorn, breaking their little moment. The trio look at Dustin while Max and Lucas elbow him, shooting him a sharp look. “Ow! What?!” Dustin grumbles, wrapping his arms around his ribs with a glare.

“Have some tact, dude,” Lucas grumbles. Will suddenly laughs, squeezing El tighter to him, and surprising the room. El quietly laughs into her hand.

A small smile pulls at Mike’s face and he huffs, holding his hand out towards his friends, “Give me a KitKat, dude.”

[dreamerology]

my biggest i love monsta x ever!!!!

no offence but if u had told me a year ago that these seven boys would have had this much of an impact on my life and not only that but i still love them as much now as i did on day one (maybe even more) i’d say u were lying. usually my interests come and go in phases and nothing has ever lasted as long as mx???? but i rly truly cannot imagine my life without them at this point. in fact, the 2-3 months at the very beginning of uni where i stopped having time for them and thought i was moving on were the worst of this year (ofc that wasn’t the only reason those months were hard, but feeling like i was falling out of love w mx hurt more than id care to admit). they’ve brought me so much happiness and connected me with so many amazing people and not 2 be cheesy but made me into a better person! like they just continue to have the biggest positive influence in my life and i got the opportunity to meet one of my best friends bc of them, i’ll forever be thankful for them

i know i havent been w mx since the beginnign but!!!! even just seeing shownu grow so much this year has made me sooooo happie!!!!!! i Love how u can just see he’s more comfortable now and seems a lot more at ease……..the fact that hes comfortable enough to host his own solo vlives and no offence but theres not a single thing i dont love abt that man! hes so fucking funny….like its sorta weird humor?? dad humor almost? BUT HES HONESTLY FUNNY WITHOUT EVEN TRYING hes just reached a point where he’s got no filter and will just say whatever and sometimes even the wording will make me laugh dkjfhkjsd the true underrated comedian of the group tbh. hes so selfless too bicht………….i still cant believe he split the money from his solo event w the other members My Heart :-((((((( and when hes on a solo schedule he’s always mentioning the others!!! nd doesnt let anyone forget abt them, they rly are one big family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO HIS SMILE is the cutest shit ive ever seen!!!!! like when he smiles rlllly big nd his eyes crinkle nd he :D and his big “ha ha ha” ,,,,music 2 my ears!!!!!!!! i wish he could be that happy forever. hes the biggest softest teddy bear i just wanna give him a giant hug???

fun fact wonho was the first member i knew abt nd was able to recognize nd such!! my friend who helped me get into mx talked abt him a lot so i grew to love him before i even knew the others!!! actually hes probably still the one i know the most abt bc of her? anyways! angels exist and wonho is living proof of that! his love for mbbs is on a whole other plane of existance???? ive never felt this loved nd appreciated as a fan before nd its all genuine!!!!!. wonho is a monbebebebe first and a monsta second. hes just so full of love….im convinced thats why hes so Large he needs to fit his heart in his body somehow...hes just got so much love to give!!!!!!! he is the most thoughtful and caring person??? like not even towards monbebes and his memebrs but like at the end of mxray when he made sure to buy all the staff and crew little gifts as well, my heart grew 3 sizes for him!!!!!! and im so soo soooooooooooooosososooo proud of him to have some of his songs on the albums this year and not only that but! from zero getting a stage on tv!!!!!! his song!!!! he did that!!!!!! his hard work paid off….i hope he continues to be able to produce more music this year! oh one last thing, i love how? childish he is??? idk if thats the right word but hes always teasing or changing or playing around w the other members and hes always being goofy and laughing and it just makes my heart!!!!! rly happy nd warm

what is there left 2 be said abt minhyuk that i havent already said yet jdfshkjdhf i just! Love Everything abt that boy :-((((((( i love his sunshiney positive personality that never fails to cheer me up, i love how caring he is and how he always makes sure to be there for his members and makes himself open for them, i love his uneven blink, i love how soft his voice is and how it sounds exactly how sunshine looks, i love his fingers go sorta crooked when he makes a peace sign, i love his laugh and how silly he is, i love his thoughtful and serious side, i love how smart he is, i love his toothy smile, i love when hes on stage and he looks so radiant and glowing and u can see how happy he is and how he was truly built to shine, i love his ears, i love how affectionate and loving he is, i love his one (1) dimple, i love how sometimes he just says the weirdest shit…...like i rly wanna understand what hes thinking sometimes, i love how cute he looks wearing hats or how soft he looks in giant sweaters, i love him sooooooo much my heart hurts

can u believe i didn’t used to love kihyun this much? past me was a whole fool! i’ll try to keep this one sorta short too since i’ve already written a love essay for him but! once again i rly do love him w my whole heart!!!!!! absolutely Everything he does is so endearing and i loooove how he cares so much….he rly went and made us our own season's greeting for free nd his photography is rly No Joke! hes so talented nd u can rly see how passionate he is abt it!!!!! it makes me so so happy seeing him talk abt it, like he just lights up its the best thing ive ever seen. i Love his smile!!!! when his face scrunches up and u can see the little dimples on his cheeks and see all his teeth and he laughs and throws his head back or hits whoever’s closest to him or just collapses thats Good Shit!!!!!!!! im so glad he’s happy enough to be able to smile like that!!!!!!! it makes my heart tingle thinking abt him being happy. he rly is the cutest, i love him nd all his beauty marks :D !! nd no offense but hes never had a bad hair colour/style nd thats the tea on that!

chae hyungwon 2018’s lord nd saviour????????? anyways its about Damn Time i write him a love essay :-((((( having both best friends being hyungwon biased ive secretly been converted 2 a whole chaebebe….their love rubbed off on me!!! i love it :D idk where to start...gosh hes seriously so hardworking????? im soooooo so soo so proud of him!!! icb he picked up djing as a hobby nd then made it to a big festival, is on mix and the city and has released not one but two (2) songs only months later!!!!!!!!! we love a talented man!!!!!!! nd his dancing bichksjdfhsdj hes so fluid nd smooth when he dances…...i always find myself watching him first in group practices like there something rly captivating abt him?? please let him show us more of his dancing its So Good. also hes got the nicest voice…...its so deep wtf...but like its So Calming 2 listen to? especially when hes sleepy nd its extra raspy? Good Shit! and when he sings!!!!!!!! bicshjkdfhksdhj hes got one of my fave vocal voices i rly wish he got the lines he deserves :((( hes! So! Cute! jfhsdjfhs he gets embarrassed so easily and always makes the goofiest faces but i love it….he covers his smile sometimes too :-((( i wish he wouldnt its So Bright nd cute nd warm just like he is!!!! hyungwon’s smile is the 8th wonder of the world thats just the facts folks!

mister jooheon……….the true example of the duality of man. i dont understand how he can go from his scaredy cat self to and Actual God,,,blows my mind. i’m pretty sure i’ve said this at least a hundred times but his stage presence is truly Unreal……..its on a whole other level…….ive never seen them live but if i ever do i fear for my life. nd i know once it’s over im only gonna know one (1) man and that man is lee jooheon. but at the same time hes rly The Cutest id trust him w my life???? his eyes are so warm!!!!!! And his Big Smile!!!!!!!!!!! his dimples? deeper than the marianas trench, i wanna build my home in them nd raise my family there. hes such a talented dude!!!! mx don’t have a single bad song thenks jooheon! also for the first couple months i’d alway forget he was one of the youngest? like hes very mature too nd seems very responsible djfhkjsdhfjsd idk how he was the only one 2 be able to keep it together during their first win 2 give the speech…..hes so strong. i love him so much :-( hes so cute nd gentle nd thoughtful...truly the biggest angel who deserves the world!!!!!!!!!!

i think if there's any member i would actually get along best w it would b changkyun. we’re both rly similar from what i can tell...like sorta quiet, but loud around those we’re comfortable with!!! first off hes so funny nd…..weird but like in a good way sdjfhksdjhf sometimes i rly just think he says the first thing that comes to his mind “actually we have a baby” ????? who let him \…..he always makes me laugh reading his fansign notes too omg that being said hes also one of the most serious members at times i feel like. hes just got this rly mature vibe nd he handles things rly well??? idk if that makes sense but Yeah. he’s just someone who’s not rly afraid 2 be themselves, i wish that were me??? ive got so much to learn from them. also icb he literally invented being cute???? he doesn't even have 2 try hes just adorable!!!!!! like his laugh nd smile? The Best!!!!! and when u can see his lil dimples yeahhhhh hes sooo super sweet and cheesy. i looooove how close hes gotten w the other members despite their rough start, they rly are a family nd im glad hes comfortable around them it rly warms my heart!!!!! whenever hes getting showered in love my heart !!!!!!! its what he deserves!

on that note, the one thing i think that has stayed with me more than anything is that one fansign note where ck was asked how he wants to be remembered in the future, when they only occasionally thought abt him and his answer was “that i gave you happiness” and not 2 b a sentimental shit but fuck! i cry every time i think abt that!!!!!!! bc i Know there’s gonna come a day where i don’t think abt them at all! there’s gonna be a day where i won’t think abt them until i see something that jogs my memory and jolts me back to this time and even tho this year has been rough i know i always will remember how much happiness they’ve brought me. i’ll remember how they were able to cheer me up when nothing else worked. i hope one day i’ll be able to feel the Pure Joy i felt when they got their first win….i’ve never felt anything like that before. i cant wait to be able to look back in nostalgia at all the happiness they’ve brought me.

anyways that got real sappy towards the end i gotta blast now bye!

[joshpup]

Stanning Joshua

First off get ready to share

He’s super popular 

But we’ll start from the beginning 

Tbh this is gonna start out negative but it’ll get better i promise

Despite being in the vocal unit he didn’t get as many lines as we thought 

Actually in Adore U he had one line more than china line

That’s just like a second more 

Everyone was all protect china line 

And joshua was over there just … 

Ill stop now before i cant stop but you can tell it annoys me 

Anywaysssssss

Fancams 

Yah all my fellow jisoo stans just cringed 

Go watch any of the old fancams 

You’re just gonna get a bunch of crotch shots of the other members 

You’ll see him maybe half a minute of the whole video 

cause he’s always in the back

Literally its the biggest mess 

So if you are into that kinda of stuff just go look up joshua fancams 

ALSO

Vernon always get recognized as the english speaker 

Tbh dont get me wrong i love vernon 

So so much 

But like Joshua grew up in America 

He’s only lived in Korea for what 3 or 4 years at this point ???

He clearly has more experience speaking english than vernon

I know vernon has experience too im just saying… 

Someone needs to stop all my bitterness

Okay one last rant 

Very nice era anyone?

That moment where we all finally finished screaming and started to focus on the video 

And then shua has that great screentime 

We are all screaming because he finally got proper lines 

And he does that cute lil finger gun

And everything is perfect 

And then he just ??? walks away ??? and doesn’t ?? come back ???

You paused the video and scrolled back

Everyone’s going at it but like where’s joshua ????

You pause it and count and there’s only 11

Mind you wonwoo is out that was a rough time for all of us 

But anyways he’s gone like why ???

He doesn’t even come back until after chan and hansols part like ???

The one moment in fancams where you actually get to see jisoo is when he’s standing on the side lmao 

Nah jk with each comeback joshua gets more lines and more screentime 

Speaking of comebacks 

Boom Boom broke all joshua stans 

He got so many more lines than usual im yelling 

If it killed me it surely killed all of you 

He wasn’t in the back the whole time 

Guys our shua is getting better at dancing wow so proud 

Also lets just take a moment to appreciate all the times his hair is styled up and his beautiful forehead is exposed 

Anyways watching him get all these stans is great usually

All the cringie “wow”s and “yes”s that he does 

When he finally broke and started dabbing 

Tbh i was like unstanning

Jk i would never 

But anyways 

If you’ve biased Joshua as long as i have you’ve noticed how much shua’s come out of his shell

He’s shown us his true self 

He’s a freakin weirdo and i love him 

He’s gotten so much more comfortable since he debuted

All the jokes he makes 

We can just tell when its coming like he just gets a certain way and you can tell its coming 

He legit kills us everyday 

His laugh 

Like the weird wheezing laugh he does 

His cute lil cat smile 

His eye crinkles 

The hella cringie aegyo 

His gentle, soft voice that melts our faces off 

When he sings low and time stands still everything is magical 

When vocal unit forgets about him multiple times now and our hearts just break a bit because what 

When he plays his guitar and our faces are melted off for the second time

Everything about Joshua in acoustic very nice broke you 

All of the meme’s that come from this boy 

Not knowing if we ship jihan or jicheol 

worried for your life when you don’t ship either aka me

Stanning him is 50% “love me” and 50% “fight me”

Okay but back to fancams; macaronshu, atta boy and today jisoo are the go to fancams

Every now and then remembering how much he does miss his family and his home back in LA and aggressively awaiting moments when he can go back 

100% loving how proud he is about things; the people he admires, his home, his career, and of course his religion 

Like whether you’re a christian or not you totally admire it 

Like tbh its gotta be hard at times when it comes to his religion 

Im surprised we haven’t had issues regards it that i know of

But im glad knowing even if we do no shua stans will take it 

Half of us loved the purple and pink hair 

And half of us hated it 

But no matter what he looks like an angel from heaven 

All in all stanning Joshua is wild 

Full of laughs and tears and cringe and tbh you’re just gonna die