#he's just too adorable and handsome that I couldn't resist drawing him

[sketchingwithlyn]

A lil redraw of my favorite opla actor 💛💛💛

[chuluoyi]

Could you do a brother’s best friend!Megumi x reader?

like her brother being overprotective, but being oblivious of his best friend’s crush on her sister?

(not the) best kept secret

- fushiguro megumi x reader

cool, brooding and handsome. your crush on your brother's best friend is a secret you only keep to yourself. little do you know, he too feels the same. and so, your love story—and the trials and tribulations that come with it—begins.

genre/warnings: college au, reader being yuji's little sister and him and your family being protective, fluff, mutual pining, tiny weeny angst if you squint? with happy ending ofc!

notes: awww anon, this ask is so cute and so hidden love-coded! did you watch hidden love too? because this piece draws inspiration from that ehe. and uh it turned out longer than i expected and i haven't proofread it but pls enjoy!

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You have had a crush on your brother’s best friend, Megumi, for a while now.

Actually, scratch that. For a long time now, since you were in middle school, in fact.

In your eyes, he was really cool. He was reserved and not very talkative, which was a stark contrast to your brother Yuji, who could talk a mile a minute every day. It always baffled you why the two could be bosom friends.

And he treated you well. Megumi may have bonked Yuji’s head at any given chance, but with you, he was different. He was gentler, kinder, and overall just considerate. Sometimes he would even pick you up in your brother’s place, and your heart would beat out of your chest from sheer giddiness.

Little did you know, he too didn’t quite see you as a mere sister of his friend.

It started with head pats. You heart would flutter and he would be more conscious of his actions. Yuji had furrowed an righteous eyebrow at the sight.

“Oi, Fushiguro, that’s some favoritism there!” he whined. “I helped you with homework and what did I get—”

“Shut up, Itadori.”

And then the text messages. You didn’t know how or why you ended up texting him on daily basis. He was the one who texted you first a few months ago, having obtained your number from a mutual friend in your circle to ask about the best gift for Yuji’s birthday. And somehow up until now, you found yourselves telling him how your day went, and he the same.

you: i've just finished my class today. so tired megumi: oh? mine is still in session. quite boring you: i see. well, ganbatte!

Those little interactions made your day, and for now, you were quite satisfied with them. But when your phone buzzed once again, signaling a new text, you couldn't resist the urge to swiftly open the messaging app to expect the expected.

megumi: wanna grab lunch later?

It was so incredibly childish, but you felt like winning.

Lunch invitations were often. You spent the whole duration of lunch with him almost every day at this point. The two of you talked about many mundane things, and he would have this small smile whenever you griped about your hard tests or annoying classmates.

Head pats. Texts. Lunches.

And then there was Nobara.

Now, don't get me wrong. You adored her—she was a fun person, pretty and you even looked up to her as your role model at some point. If Yuji somehow ended up with her, you were sure to give them 200% of your blessings.

But seeing her with Megumi was another story. Sometimes you envied your brother's close knit group of three. They had been friends since middle school, and it was granted that Nobara would spend a whole load of time with both your brother and Megumi. With Yuji, she was harsher and didn't take him seriously, but you couldn't deny what your peers had been whispering and what you yourself found very plausible—she and Megumi would make a fine match.

It wasn't your intention at all, but ever since you saw him and Nobara at the toy shop together, pulling for popular merchandises in gacha box, you started losing confidence in yourself and inadvertently put this distance between you and him.

At first it was subtle, Megumi didn't even realize it. But when your replies were few and far in between, he decided it was time to address the problem.

"You don't answer my texts," he stated one day, barely catching you at campus during the lunchtime. Now that he thought about it, you kept denying his lunch invitations too. "Are you avoiding me?"

"I, um," you stuttered. You didn't anticipate running into him, to be honest, and so you were at loss of words. "It isn't like that..."

Megumi figured that he had done something to make you feel like you should avoid him, but he didn't want the two of you to be in this awkward situation any longer, so he led you away from the crowd to your usual place of hanging out after lunch—the rooftop.

"Have I done something?" he asked warily. "It's okay, you can tell me."

"No, Megumi, I—"

"I don't want us to be like—this," Megumi said, his face contorting with a deep frown. "I don't like it at all."

Typically, he regarded friendships as a pain, but not with you. Not with the girl he had been pining over for who knows how long now.

Yuji's sister. He had to remind himself of that fact so many times and yet his heart didn't seem to get it. You were his best friend's dearest sister, and yet he fell for you regardless. If Yuji knew, he would definitely had some opinions on this.

And so for the last few months, he kept it hidden under his sleeves. He approached you, befriended you, took you out on lunch dates—acting on his growing feelings for you and yet he didn't have the courage to confess still.

But enough was enough. If not confessing meant losing you altogether, then he was willing to take the risk. At the very least, if you did reject him, he would have gone down with a fight.

"Y/N, I don't know if you're already aware of this or not, but..." he gulped. Apparently this wasn't as easy as he thought, especially when you met his gaze with your cutely confused ones.

"I have feelings for you. I... like you, quite much."

His voice was clear, without any hint of doubt. You were taken aback and widened your eyes out of surprise.

"You do...?" you shyly asked him back, finding it hard to believe. Fushiguro Megumi, the boy you've been crushing on since you were 15, when you were only able to hide behind Yuji and saw him from afar. The boy who once was indifferent to you, was now confessing his feelings for you? He liked you back in the same way you liked him?

"I do," he replied with clarity, and then a smile. That small smile that always made your insides do somersaults. "I want to ask you out for a while now, but since well... you know... out of consideration for your brother, I felt like I couldn't simply whisk you away."

To his surprise, you laughed, and Megumi found himself breathless. The way you laugh was so mesmerizing in his eyes, reminding him why he could fall in love with you in the first place.

"I like you too, Megumi."

And that was all he needed. Apparently that confirmation was enough to forget that you were the sister of his long-time friend, and that it was fine even if you were. After all, since when was it a crime to romance your best friend's sister?

Still, you two decided to keep it under the wraps first. Springing this on Yuji would startle him, you reasoned, and he agreed. It was more convenient this way anyways.

Your relationship with Megumi was a happy one. He was curt, but never failed to look out for you. He remembered things you liked, and would take you out on places you wanted to go. Arguments were there—granted, sometimes he was just too stubborn, so you may have a clash of opinions—but in the end, the two of you always managed to work it out.

But there was always something melancholic in Megumi that you weren't sure you could touch at all. Perhaps it was due to his upbringing—his incomplete family. You tried to fill that gap, giving him many fun and happy memories, hoping it would replace his sad ones. He was grateful for that.

Nonetheless, the reality persisted that your brother, Yuji, remained completely oblivious to all of this. Yuji still thought that you were his innocent younger sister, and Megumi was his best bro. Sometimes you felt bad to do all this behind his back, and yet you made no move to rectify it.

“Hey, let’s ask Fushiguro to join too!” Yuji would say, and you would agree. And then, in front of him, you and Megumi would refrain from being too friendly, and he would be none the wiser.

All things have karma. You have built your karma too, for deceiving your kind and sweet brother.

"Fushiguro! How could you?!"

When Yuji's fist collided with his jaw, honestly Megumi had given up on fighting back, because one, there was no chance of winning against him, and two, your scream pierced the air, filled with worry for him.

You two just had to be found out in the worst way possible—while making out. It was wrong in so many levels in the first place. Why and how did you even initiate making out in your house that you shared with your brother?

"It could've been anyone," Yuji fumed with anger, his teeth clenching. "Anyone at all! And yet it has to be Y/N—my own sister! Fushiguro, have you ever considered the magnitude of betrayal this is to me?"

"Yuji! Please stop!" you tried to intervene. "He's not at wrong—it was me who—"

"No, you don't get any say in this!" for the first time, you saw your kind brother got angry and it made you quiver in fear. Yuji had never been angry, not to you. "You too, Y/N. How could do this behind my back? The least you could do is telling me!"

"I'm an adult!" you stressed, now irritated at this display of protectiveness from him. "I can date whoever I want and you can't just punch the man who happens to be my boyfriend!"

Honestly, if asked, Yuji wasn’t like 100% against your relationship with Megumi. He and Megumi practically grew up together, he knew the best and worst parts of him, and overall he still considered him decent.

But what made it hurt was that the two of you decided to leave him out. It made him doubt everything he knew about his best friend. How could he trust his sister to someone he found hard to trust?

He turned to Megumi, who was still slumped on the floors of his garage. “No. If he really likes you that much, then he will willingly accept this.”

Megumi understood, if his own sister was dating… let’s say, someone like Gojo, whom he trusted but not at the same time, he too would definitely beat the crap out of him.

And so he willingly endured all the blows. Yuji had to let off steam, and this pain was worth everything if it meant he would give his blessing for you.

Yuji was taken aback that his friend actually let him do this. When Megumi got thrown one last time and almost passed out, Yuji finally decided that it was the end.

His best friend and his sister… it was almost laughable if he didn’t feel like the biggest fool between the two of you.

He saw how you immediately sauntered towards him with tears in your eyes, muttering several apologies. Yuji wanted to snort, but then Megumi took a hold of your hand that was on his bruised cheek, and smiled, saying that it was okay.

And despite himself, his heart felt warm. Seeing the usual gruff and cold Megumi be this… soft with you seemed to open his eyes to something more.

Looking back, he could’ve had realized it when Megumi started to get touchy with you. He completely missed that the head pats were actually his subtle way of expressing his fondness for you.

Yuji decided to leave you be. At least he had made his point across, and he hated to say it outright, but perhaps, it was okay after all for you to be with him.

Okay didn’t mean you two had obtained his full blessing, though. But another event soon changed his perspective.

“Itadori,” Megumi’s ragged breaths was what he registered first through the sudden phone call. “Please come here—Y/N—she was—”

It was Yuji’s first time to witness pure panic from Megumi. He proceeded to tell him how you had been in pain and then collapsed, and that he had brought you to the hospital.

When Yuji arrived at the hospital, he once again saw how restless his friend was over your wellbeing. He could no longer deny it—the sight moved him.

“Hey, you awake?” Megumi’s face was the first you saw when you awoke at the hospital bed. He looked so concerned, a frown creased deep in his face. “Are you not in pain anymore?”

No, not quite much anymore, you wanted to say, but your throat felt so dry and you only managed to shake your head lightly.

“That’s good,” he let out a relieved sigh, and that was when you notice your brother at the corner of the room, looking at you two with a somewhat exasperated expression, but then he smiled.

Who knew a severe case of appendicitis would lead to Yuji giving his complete approval for you to date his best friend, huh?

But life is nothing if not full of obstacles. The next obstacle you faced after Yuji’s finding out was your parents.

“Look Y/N, we know. Megumi is a good guy,” you mother started. “We've known him for a long time, of course, personality-wise, we have nothing against him.”

You bit your lower lip in frustration. Beside you at the dinner table, Yuji kept his silence, but listened attentively too.

“It’s just… the matters of his family,” your father added, carefully choosing his words.

“His father is never in the picture, is he? And there are also rather unsettling news about him too.” Your mother was always the one being more straightforward.

Both you and Yuji knew it already. As of now, Megumi only had his stepsister, and last you heard, his father was gambling somewhere and then became a convict. Megumi said he had cut ties with him, but there was no such thing as an ex-father. Until forevermore, Fushiguro Toji, a criminal, was his biological father.

“Mom, I know your concern,” Yuji had finally decided to step up, and you were grateful for that. “Fushiguro won’t end up—”

“Yes, we know,” your mother emphasized, letting out a sigh. “But we are your parents, Yuji, Y/N. If there’s even the slightest chance, we worry. We want the best for you. Always.”

You were at a loss.

You were young, and yet you already saw him in your distant future. Being with Megumi felt so right and comfortable. He was your safe space as you were his.

But you also understood where your parents’ concerns came from, or at least tried to. At least until you found out how your father approached Megumi to talk him into thinking your relationship over.

"How could you, Dad?" you asked, aghast. "You're... practically intimidating him into breaking up with me!"

"Y/N, listen—I never meant it like that," your father tried to explain himself, and yet you were already too heartbroken to hear him, and so you shut the door to your room, not giving him any chance.

Why did your relationship suddenly become everyone's business? Why couldn't they just let you be an adult?

Megumi could still hear your father's words rang in his ears.

"Y/N... we raised her with love and care," your father said with a forlorn expression. By all means, Megumi knew that he meant well. "She's always spoiled, my only daughter... Megumi-kun, you must understand, it's not easy for us too."

He knew that his rather colorful past would get in the way one way or another, and he had come to accept it. But it still stung, because of course, he wanted full blessings from the family of the girl he fell in love with.

You were like a ray of sunshine in his dreary life. Like Yuji, your presence had made an impact on him. Your cute smiles, pouts and vulnerability around him... he loved them all.

He would get upset when you looked sad, just as you were now.

"It's really okay... Y/N." He swiftly wiped your tears with his thumb, as you sniffled. "I didn't take it to heart. Your father is just worried about you... I can understand that."

"But still—h-he shouldn't do that," you replied amidst your small sobs. Above all, you didn't want your father to have spooked him. "Megumi... I don't want to break up with you."

And honestly he didn't expect that. You were afraid of him... leaving you?

He, who did everything he could, just to have you to be by his side?

"Sir, I know where you are coming from. As of now, I don't have much. But I can say this with confidence—I... love your daughter very much, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that she is happy."

"Stupid," he huffed, putting a hand on your head, before messing up your hair. And gosh, you were so cute, glaring at him through your lashes.

"I won't. I've told your father that too actually."

"Just give me two years," Megumi added with unwavering voice, staring at your father earnestly. "After graduation, I'm getting my life in order. I'll secure a stable job and do my best. I'm... going to prove it to you, and you can be the judge if I can finally deserve Y/N or not."

He was 16 when he knew you, seeing you as nothing but a little girl too timid to approach him. And he was 19 when he realized that you were everything he wanted in a girl of his dreams.

At one point in his life, Megumi thought it was okay to be alone. But ever since getting to know you, he realized that loving and being loved by you were the greatest happiness of existence.

"Thank you," he muttered afterwards, as you were still starstruck that he apparently had the balls to declare something like that before your father.

"Thank you for giving me so much love. Because of you, I realized that I too deserve to be loved."

You could feel tears glassing your eyes once again. “You are. I’m glad that you finally think so.”

And that was it—your love story. Something that had started when you were 15, and ended ten years later when you were 25, with swearing your love for each other in front of the sacred altar before your closest family and friends, and Megumi by your side.

[thebluester2020]

[TWST] Kinktober Day 23: "Bullying"

Summary: You've witnessed it once. Leona's intelligence was shocking but...if you were gonna get him to tutor you, Leona was definitely going to make you work for it.

Warning(s): Bully!Leona, Mean!Leona, Leona teases the reader a lot in this one and is generally just mean ngl.

Side Note(s): I know that Leona is generally a sweet dude/extremely sarcastic on a good day but the idea of him being rude just gets me going dude.

You hated adored the way Leona smirked that infuriating smirk as you humped his thigh inside his bedroom, his hand propped up on the side of his face as he watched your little display with a keen eye. Like a king watching his entertainment for the night, silently judging whether or not they were good at what they did.

You quietly gasped when Leona's hand went to rest on the side of your thigh. "C'mon...it's like you don't want help on your tests. Speed up." He said with that alluringly deep purr in his voice, your blush only increasing at his words. You wanted to wipe that sly smirk right off his handsome face and say something anything that would have an ounce of a chance of shaking his pride and making him lose the control he had over you right now. But you couldn't, you needed help on your tests and after exhausting your other options, this was the last one you could turn to!

Your were willing to take your chances, and the second he offered you doing...this for him in exchange for him helping you study. You took it all too willingly.

The prince clicked his tongue in mock annoyance, rolling his eyes. "With this pace, I'll fall asleep." He grumbled before he suddenly bucked his leg upwards, the shocking stimulation to clit nearly making you fall forward onto the beastman with a sharp moan. You shot a half-hearted glare at him, shakily raising yourself back up as you struggled more and more to keep your pace. "Y-You're...a-always asleep...lazy lion." You mouthed off.

His brow rose as his ears perked to your words.

You couldn't help yourself when you unconsciously clenched at the way a certain...glint in his eye was becoming more and more obvious, like a cat whose pupils began to dilate when it spotted something it wanted to hunt or torture a little for fun. And as Leona's hand lazily dragged up to rest on your waist, you were more than certain that your words may have erupted his usually dormant hunting instinct. "Gettin' mouthy aren't you?" He grumbled before he bucked his thigh once more.

He smirked at how you struggled to keep yourself upward, the scent of your arousal growing more potent by the minute, especially with how he began to draw circles in your thigh. Originally, Leona had simply thought of you as another herbivore amongst the crowd, not interesting nor worth his time to play around with. But...when you came to him practically begging on your knees for him to tutor you, well, how was he supposed to resist messing around with you a little? "You willingly walked into the mouth of a lion, the least you could do is be entertaining when asking me to waste my time tutoring you." He sighed.

His smirk grew when he spotted the dark patch beginning to form on his pants. "Then again...I don't think you want to do much studyin' now, do ya?"

Slowly, his mind disappeared under your skirt before he trailed your skin with a featherlight touch, leaving goosebumps in his wake before he eventually reached your clothed pussy, teasing you with the tip of his claw for a moment before eventually flipping up your skirt to your hidden prize, his tongue running over his lips at the delicious sight. When one of your hands left his shoulder to try and hide yourself, he grabbed your wrist with a growl. "With such a boring performance so far...you should be thanking me that a prince is aiding you." He tsked.

"Now, let me see what you're hidin'..." He then hooked a finger around the band of your panties before slowly tugging them down to see your pussy. Yet as he continued to tease your skin, his cock straining harder against his pants with how you twitched at his touch, and how your slick continued to pool at the center of your panties.

He wanted to fuck you, badly.

And you did as well, your breath labored as if you had been running a marathon with how much you were aching for Leona to do something, anything other than tease you to hell and back. So, you slowly ceased your movements to lean back a little, using your index and middle finger to part your lower lips with a nervous gulp. "P-Please..." You whispered. "Touch me—"

He smirked at your plea. "Hm..." He hummed as he finger moved closer and closer to where you ached for him most. An excited glint shined in your eyes, your mind racing with the eager thought of Leona touching you until...he harshly pinched your thigh. "Tch, as if." He nearly growled out before he bucked his thighs in a silent order for you to resume moving. "Y' think that this is about you?" He bucked his thigh again, the feeling of the flexed muscle bumping against your clit making you gasp and squirm like a wanton thing in heat as you struggled to regain your balance without the influx of pleasure constantly throwing you off.

"This is about you convincing me to help you study herbivore, and right now? You're not doing a good job." He continued to harshly talk down on you before his finger swiftly found your clit, immediately beginning to rub your cunt fiercely whilst he mockingly laughed at the way your hands flew to his shoulders for stabilization.

He then leaned into your ear. "I'll tell what you are doing good at though," He grumbled. "Being a slut." You squinted your eyes closed as your thighs clenched around the beastman's thigh, broken moans and needy whines falling from his lips as you quickly felt your orgasm beginning to approach. "...N-Not true—fuckkk..." You tried to retort. Leona laughed at how you interrupted yourself with your own words.

Clearly, it had to be true.

He knew that studying much less getting any sort of help with your work was the very last thing on your mind. No, you were only focused on cumming, something that he shouldn't have even allowed with how you were making him do all the work! But...seeing as you were being so entertaining to him at this moment...

He decided to be lenient.

"C-Cumming..." You moaned, Leona's fingers speeding up in their ministrations before you threw your head back suddenly to release a loud wail. The force of your orgasm threatened to knock you into unconsciousness as your hips pressed further down onto Leona's thigh, you barely managed a few more weak bucks before you had started to whine in overstimulation. Mercifully, Leona took his hand away from your clit. He raised his fingers to his face, playing with your slick by stretching his index and middle finger a little before his eyes dragged over to your hazy ones.

"Well?" He brought his fingers closer to your lips. Without another word from the prince, you shyly took his fingers into your mouth. "So obedient," He hummed in amusement. "I suppose I've been convinced to help you with your little studies..." He chuckled when your eyes gained a look of hope within them.

"R-Really?" You gasped. "T-Then...I need help on—"

"I'll be the one to tell you what you need help on." He grumbled. "I think your first lesson should be..." He slipped his fingers from your lips before they were already at work of teasing your cunt. "...how to use this cute pussy to please my cock."

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) just loves drawing Rook since she admires how handsome he is. The hunter is quite flustered with being the pursued one, but he is not the one to just give up and let himself be hunted.

Be ready to be one-upped, (Y/n).

Request by anon.

"You've been staring at me a lot for the last hour already, ma cherie."

Rook's voice cutting through the air like a blade startled you and caused you to almost throw the pencil in your hand away due to the surprise that made you jolt. Looking up from your notebook, you found Rook grinning at you, his eyes as mischievous and charming as ever.

Laughing him off, you went back to drawing a few more mindless lines in your sketch book. "Oh, I didn't realise you'd notice," you muttered, smiling to yourself when he inched closer to you in an attempt to get a better look at what you were doing. "You seemed so focused on polishing your bow."

An amused chuckle escaped his lips as he put his bow away, wholly averting his attention on you. "Oh, a hunter notices everything," he cooed while putting his chin onto your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into your neck, which drew a series of airy giggles from you. The blond closed his eyes in delight, not paying attention to whatever you were doing anymore since he was too busy wooing you. "Especially if it's such a lovely mademoiselle as you whose object of attention I am~"

You giggled and tried your best to ignore him and his forward approaches. "Hm..."

A pout appeared on his lips at your attempts to ignore him and his efforts of charming you. Letting out a little huff, Rook let out an exasperated huff before asking, "What is it that you're working on?"

You paused, giggling sheepishly. "I'm drawing you."

Rook certainly hadn't expected such an answer, and he immediately bolted away from you with face contorted into such a surprised expression that you swore he looked like 'The Scream' by Edvard Munch. Hands clasping his mouth, he cried out, "Y-You're drawing me?!" You nodded and couldn't help but break out into uncontrollable laughter at how adorable your hunter looked. He didn't find his predicament as amusing as you did, and his surprised expression quickly turned into a frown full of disbelief. "Why me— there are things more beautiful than me around here!"

Shaking your head, you placed your pencil behind your ear, so that you could extend a hand to gently poke his cheek. "No, you're really beautiful, Rook," you cooed as you went on to cup his cheek with your hand, rendering him speechless.

He soon furrowed his eyebrows in agony, which made him look like an angry and spoiled child that had been denied candy. Stomping his foot onto the floor, he whined, "Excuse me— you can't just turn the tables on me!" If this had been any other situation, he would have gladly leant into your touch and let himself be spoiled in your affection — but, his pride was on the table here, and he couldn't just let you win without any resistance. Crossing his arms, there was practically smoke coming out from his ears. "I am the one who's the appreciator of beauty."

The corners of your lips quirked up into a big smile. "Well, I guess I've stolen your job~!" you cooed as you booped his nose, evoking a playfully offended gasp from his lips. Then, your hand retreated and you waved him off with a flick of your wrist. "But seriously, you go around and tell people they're beautiful, so it's only fair someone returns the favour for you!"

Rook exhaled dramatically and took a hold of your hand before it could get too far away; then, he placed it on his chest, from where you could feel his rapidly beating heart despite the numerous layers of clothing that covered his heart. "(Y/n), I swear..." he muttered, his voice still sounding like a whine. "You're going to be the death of me."

"So the hunter has become the hunted, no?" you drawled as you moved your hand up so that your fingers curled around his chin. "I hope you don't mind me hunting you."

Rook looked like he had melted into a puddle already, only a few incoherent beginnings of sentences escaping his lips. "I don't mind if it's you, ma cherie..." he eventually managed to return, although he squinted his eyes in mischief, ready to challenge your flirting if you so desired. His fingers curled around your wrist, and he ran his fingertips across the back of your hand. "Just be ready to be hunted in return!"

"Oh—" you cried out playfully, "now I'm scared..."

His playful eyes darkened to an glint more dark and dangerous as he drawled, "As you should be."

•••

The next day, Ace and you were walking to your next class, Deuce already having taken Grim to the infirmary because the cat monster had eaten too many sandwiches at lunch and now therefore had stomach aches. Being alone with Ace was quite pleasant, you had admit; there was no fighting and no screaming if there was no one he could provoke.

So, clutching your books to your chest, you laughed along as your red-head friend recounted tales of yesterday, where you had been busy spending time with Rook. You had dropped Grim off at Heartslabyul to spend the day with Ace and Deuce, praying that they wouldn't burn down the dorm while you were gone.

"And then," Ace exclaimed as he waved around with his hands wildly to underline his wild tales, "Grim and I were in quite a celebratory mood when Riddle told us that this was the one hundredth time he collared us! Deuce had quite the existential crisis, though..."

"Oh really?" you asked, worried when Ace nodded vigorously. Exhaling, you rubbed your temples. "Poor Deuce... It must have hit him hard—"

You didn't get to finish your sentence since Ace threw himself at you, screaming, "Down!" A groan escaped your lips when your arm made contact with the marble floor, the additional weight of Ace on top of you not helping the throbbing pain that was forming in the arm that had collided with the floor.

Getting up, you frowned and pushed your friend off of you. An angry scowl was evident on your face, and you were ready to let hell rain down upon him. "Ace! You can't just—"

Ace immediately pushed an index finger to your lips and pointed to the arrow firmly lodged into the wooden door next to you with his other free hand. A little bit frightened, he hissed, "That strange French guy just shot an arrow at us... again!" Arrow and 'strange French guy' could only describe one person in all of NRC, and the thought made your stomach immediately flutter in happiness. Ace didn't seem as amused as you were. "And it would have almost hit your head if I hadn't been so heroic and pushed you out of the way."

"Oh—" you cooed, letting out a loving sigh. "Rook really is charming, isn't he?"

"Are you mad?! He almost killed you!" Ace yelled at you as you ignored all your books that covered the floor of the empty corridor and instead made a straight bee-line for the arrow lodged into the wooden door of some classroom. Ace groaned and covered his eyes with his hands, not wanting to see you pull the arrow out and unwrap the message attached to it. "Hopeless, today's youth..."

Ignoring Ace's complaints, you pocketed the arrow with the intention of returning it to Rook later. Once that was done, you pulled the message open and let your eyes skim across the words neatly written down onto the parchment in a neat cursive font. Your eyes widened with every word they read. "Woah, he made—" You paused, eyes sparkling in happiness. "A poem!"

Ace jumped to his feet and marched over to you, snatching the poem right out of your hands to find out if your delighted reaction was justified. With every word his eyes took in, his eyebrows furrowed further and further until they were arched unnaturally. "That's quite flowery and— that 'when the moonlight hits your face when you sleep' part creeps me out—" A shudder ran down his back while he returned the note to you; he watched with disgusted eyes as you covered the sheet of paper with kisses, a love-struck expression on your face. "Ugh, I knew he's a stalker..."

You shook your head and instead cooed, "How romantic!"

"No, (Y/n)," Ace said, deadpanning, "this is worrying—"

"Thank you, Rook! I love you!" you yelled out into the open while clutching the note close to your heart.

And in no time, another arrow zoomed right past your head — expertly blowing wind past your ear but never grazing your skin. Giggling, you plucked the next arrow from the wall again and pulled off the next note.

It read, 'Je t'aime, ma cherie.'

[antigoneidk]

can't help falling in love|t.h.

summary: when words can't speak enough, songs will do

pairing: tom holland × reader

words: 2k

a/n: well I think we all fell in love with this Tom right? I mean who wouldn't??? Wish more of that content cause I'm a sucker for him..

"Over yours tonight?"

"Yes. Bring your guitar too."

"We're about to have fun tonight."

"As we always do!"

And when it was just the two of you, you always had a great time. The chemistry that had been developed between you and Tom was indescribable and everyone seemed jealous of what you have created. It was amazing how much two people can connect, two different souls in such a little period.

You loved your little secret "rendezvous" as you liked to call them. He'd come to your place, or you'd go to his, sip wine and talk for hours and hours about everything. From how the world was created, to how your nail broke, or the way some theories of very famous scientists may be wrong, or how his brothers crashed his car without him knowing, even analyze the way social media work, or begging him to show you videos of the set for his upcoming film. Maybe you'd complain about how early you have to wake up the next day and he'd make fun of you before he realizes that he's going to wake up as early as you. And you'd beg him to stay, or the opposite. 

And after that, you'd grab your guitars and play until you fall asleep on the couch.

He looked so handsome concentrated on not losing any chord, not ruin the melody. His brown eyes focusing on the strings, his fingers following the sound in his mind, his body relaxed, and his ears longing for your voice.

How he adored listening to your angelic voice. He couldn't explain the way his heart melted with the sweet sound of yours, his stomach filling with butterflies, his mind following the heart on this chaotic, exciting, endless road. He didn't know if he was in love or not. It was confusing inside his head. He never knew what falling in love means, the symptoms are different from one person to another. But he was only looking forward to the time he'd have to spend with you, the feeling of enthusiasm getting stronger as the day went by. He knew that you were the only one that could bring the peace he searched for, it was you that brought those feelings that he wanted to see for himself. He admitted once that he wished you'd be more than just his close friend to himself. Yet, the fear of losing you was massive and your presence in his life was more important than his feelings. So the only way was to push them to the side.

You knocked on his doorbell and fixed your guitar on your shoulder while waiting for the door to open. You looked down at your shoes noticing how dirty they got but as you were about to somehow clean them with your hand, you heard the door open and your eyes met his.

"Hi," you said cheerfully leaving the guitar to your side and wrapping your hands around his shoulder. His familiar scent came to your nose, your eyes closing for a moment enjoying his smell, but also the sensation of his arms tightening around your waist.

"Hey, beautiful" he mumbled softly and let go of you. "How are you?" he asked grabbing your guitar and closing the door behind you. 

"Now that I am here I'm so much better" you confessed. "Oh, you didn't wait for me to help"  you complained seeing that everything was already prepared for you.

"Why would I need help?" he asked.

"Because...I am your friend and you don't have to do all of these for me"

"But what happens if I want to do all of these for you?"

You stared back at him without any answer to his question. You tried to read his face, understand if he was joking or not. If he was playing with your feelings or if he was just completely clueless. His puppy eyes nearly convincing your heart that everything was true, your mind shouting to not believe this. It was a battle happening right in front of you, however, you stood still and did nothing.

"I'm pretty sure you do not so stop saying things you don't mean and let's go drink"

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"But she fell in love with him Tom. She was happier than ever. She was willing to be there for him  for the rest of her life, she stood by his side through everything, his madness, his anger, his sadness, his happiness-"

"He was suffering y/n-"

"If he loved her enough-"

"Do you know how is it feel to be stuck on a chair and not move even a single finger? No matter how big your love is for someone, sometimes you're losing the fight" Tom sipped his last drop of wine and looked back at you.

"If we were in this position, would you die just like him? Even if you loved me more than anything?" you questioned.

"I seriously have no idea y/n"

"I'd live for you Tom" normally you wouldn't admit this, the wine gave you the courage though to do so. "If I was William in that stupid chair, I would want to live with you for the rest of eternity" you glanced at him meaning every word you just said. Your love for him was like no other and for sure knew that you were more than willing to move every mountain to be with him forever.

"Stop saying things you don't mean y/n" he copied your words and grabbed your guitar from the floor, unsure if he should play it cool or say something more.

"You are not romantic babe" you played it off resting your hand on the couch and placing your head at the top of it while waiting for Tom to tune the guitar. "Also I was thinking of something today while I was working"

"You were thinking again?" he asked sarcastically.

"You piece of...give me that" you laughed and took the guitar in your hands."So, as I was saying, I was thinking that maybe today you should sing with me"

"Are you drunk?" Tom asked you disagreeing already with the idea you had in mind.

"What?"

"You know that I can't sing and even if it wasn't for that I would never sing with you"

"Why?" it felt kinda offending hearing those words as you didn't know why he felt that way.

"You have the voice of an angel y/n. I'm never gonna sing with you 'cause you'll hear how bad I sound and we don't want this trust me" he pulled his guitar close to him and smiled in your direction.

"I heard you singing before and you sound incredible so cut the excuses and follow me okay?" you didn't wait for any of his complaints. You started playing the song you imagined singing with him all day. The first reason being the fact that it was an easy song to play and sing. The second reason was the lyrics of it.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in.." you began singing.

"Come on Tom..but I can't help falling in love with you" you continued hearing only whispers.

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin... I can't hear you

If I can't help falling in love with you"

Tom gained some courage and started singing louder. He didn't want to be unable to hear you, it was the thing his heart desired. But your expression, your eyes wide open begging him to join you. He could resist to them ever.

And the lyrics.

"Like a river flows

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be.."

You both stared at each other as you kept going. It felt more than just a song, more than just a famous melody. Those were words that none of you had the strength to say, not even dared to try. The fear of loss, the shyness of the last minute. You were saying to yourself that his teasing was just for fun, nothing more. Tom was doing the same. It wasn't complicated at all, but both your minds trapped in this maze, wouldn't detect the way out that was right in front of your eyes.

"Take my hand, 

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you..

For I can't help falling in love with you" 

You bit your lip and positioned the guitar to your legs keeping eye contact with him. The silence in the room was comforting, calming.  It definitely could say more than words.

Fuck it.

"I wish I could kiss you right now" Tom whispered under his breath, loud enough for you to listen. It was shocking. You blinked quite a few times doubtfully, assured that this was only a prank. But he was there looking at you, waiting for a reply. You were confused and he saw it too. His palms started sweating and his heartbeat increased in the blink of an eye. The voice inside him would stop yelling 'you screwed it' and his feeling got hurt quickly. He was ready to listen to you making fun of him, the plan that would break his heart in two. But your silence was currently the only thing he didn't want to. He searched for any signal on your face, even your body language but you were standing still as time had stopped.

"Then do it" 

He didn't hesitate for long. He was dreaming after all. Because this wasn't the reality he lived for sure. 

Fireworks, fireworks, fireworks.

He swore he heard them. The moment his lips captured yours he could hear those fireworks in his heart and ears. Bells were ringing and angels singing. Damn, I'm kissing one of them he thought. His right hand touched your neck deepening the kiss he was yearning for. Your lips in sync warm against his skin. His tongue over yours exploring your taste. Your perfume fueling his nose and brain, the butterflies dancing in their music now. 

It was magical. The goosebumps all over your skin making it even more real. Heart about to explode, all of the happiness hitting throughout your body. It was happening and still, it seemed like a fantasy. You slowly touched his chest and moved upwards to his shoulders making sure that you were really touching him and not any of your pillows. The sensation of his lips in yours was so much better than your imagination. Perfectly made for kissing you and only you.

You broke the kiss and the brightest smile he ever saw was on your lips. The lips HE was kissing.

"Y/n you have no idea how bad I wanted this to happen" he touched your forehead and with his thumb started to draw small circles. A tear rolled from your eye and dropped to his hand.

"Why did it take you so long?" you asked and closed your eyes feeling his breath hitting the skin of your face and hands.

"Baby don't cry. Please" he murmured.

"I'm just happy you know. It's no longer a fantasy or a dream. It's real" you admitted with your shaky breaths making your work hard. But you couldn't care less at that moment.

"I was afraid of losing you y/n. What if you didn't feel the same way? How was I supposed to know?"

"You wouldn't lose me okay? I'm feeling the same way Tom" you carefully brought your fingers at the top of his lips and touched them as you dreamed to. "I'm yours. I'll always be yours."

**the movie mentioned was me before you

**the song they were singing was can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley

Thank you for reading❤

[rockinggirl06]

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY 💕

✨A Jily Songfic Oneshot✨

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Warnings: none ! Pure beautiful fluff !

Note: I highly recommend keeping the song on repeat on Spotify while reading the oneshot =)

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A one-shot inspired by and about Jily's wedding night and after. A James POV in verse. A Lily POV in chorus.

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Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between?

The boy woke up from his slumber. Shaking his head, he tried to recollect the memories of the night before. A cheeky grin enveloped his features as the thoughts of the day before flooded his mind.

I can't believe that you are here and lying next to me

His eyes fell upon the redheaded angel-like face, her chest heaving slightly up and down with every breath. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair which seemed more untidy than ever due to last night's.. *ahem* activities.

Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined?

Was this it? Was his mind playing tricks on him? Had it all been a dream? He already found it hard to believe that the girl had actually agreed to go out with him in seventh year..

Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine?

And now she was under his sheets. His sheets.

Like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss

The uncountable times James Fleamont Potter had confessed his undying love for her to which she would just roll her eyes at the boy's childishness. All those times he tried to steal a kiss during their little studying sessions and how she simply would playfully stick out her tongue at him.

And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this,

His three mates had grown tired of hearing the lovesick boy's mutterings about how he'd one day marry her. And his parchment and quills were also very  aware of the boy's hopelessness as random doodles with her name entwined always found their way on the corners of essays.

I'm just the underdog who finally got the girl

And there she was. The girl he had chased for as long as he can remember. Bright fiery red hair with a fiery personality to match: Lily Evans.

Potter now, actually.

And I am not ashamed to tell it to the world

The way he spinned her around wih glee when she nodded a tearful yes, the way a certain professor had gotten a wedding invitation with a "PS. I told you she loved me, Minnie." And the way he had sang louder than anyone else in the shower that day possibly making the entire Gryffindor house aware of his joy. The boy was head over heels in love, and well, she was falling too.

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Truly, madly, deeply, I am

And he was on his knee. A gasp escaped from her mouth. This was the moment. Their moment. All her subtle stolen glances at him and the way he made her heart flutter everytime a teasing 'Evans' drawed from his lips.. all of that had lead to this. Tears lined her eyes as she nodded a yes.

Foolishly, completely falling

As a friendship blossomed between the destined pair, they took on their head boy and head girl duties. Potter had stopped with his continual display of affections to the girl and yet now the girl had started falling. Hard. Maybe she always liked him along the way. And it definitely didn't help how much taller and handsome he had grown over the summer.

And somehow you kicked all my walls in

And one day she couldn't help herself. On a patrol as usual as ever, she pinned the boy against the wall and kissed him. All those walls set up came crashing down as their lips crashed.

So baby, say you'll always keep me

After breaking apart, a red hue similar to her hair took over her corsage as the boy simply grinned in amusement and euphoria, and teased, "Alright there, Evans?"

Did she really hate the messy haired boy with the glasses? Nah she didn't.

Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

With all the roses and candles the boy had set up at their first night together as husband and wife, she couldn't have asked for anything else. And here she was remembering the events of last night where she had pulled his body into hers and made love as he kissed each and every one of her freckles softly.

In love with you

She was truly in love. In crazy, stupid, cliché, cheesy but beautiful love.

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Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed?

She lay beside him and for the first time, he was confused. What was he supposed to do?? Prepare her breakfast? That would please her, right? His father always cooked for his mother. And he definitely could make a mean omelette.

And wake you up with all the words that I still haven't said?

But would that be the newly wed "husband" thing to do? Maybe he should wake her up murmuring sweet things in her ear? But on the other hand, the last time he woke her up, he'd gotten himself punched square in the jaw. And Evans —Potter! He kept forgetting yet always corrected himself with a shy smile— was rather strong.

And tender touches, just to show you how I feel

His tense shoulders relaxed as he simply admired the sight before him. Caressing her face, he tucked some of her red locks behind her ear as he placed a soft kiss upon her cheek. He could simply count all the freckles on her face over and over again. He'd never get tired of looking at her.

Or should I act so cool like it was no big deal?

Maybe he should just get up and shower. Did girls like it when boys made fuss about this or not? Well, then again, it was their wedding night. All doubts from his head were washed away as she gave a small smile and leaned into the touch of his hand which lay caressing her cheek. Maybe he'd just stay here for a few more moments, he decided.

Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this

And to think everyone in the wizarding work knew we were on the brink of war. No! He refused to think of that right now. 'Live in the moment,' his best friend had always told him. And that's what he did. He snuggled closer towards the girl, putting an arm over her gently, and pulled her flush against his bare chest.

I'll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and her sweet flowery scent consumed his senses. Their bodies entangled together beautifully and he couldn't think of a better day to start a day. He could now. He would now wake up every day to the love of his life. Maybe until when they were 100. Yeah, yeah he definitely would, the boy declared in his thoughts.

'Cause here's the tragic truth if you don't feel the same

People might consider it rather childish: the way he would confess his love for her ever since their third year. But he truly meant every love confession to her growing up. Maybe it was the sweet tinkling sound of her laughter, or her adorable pout whenever Flitwick assigned extra homework or Merlin, it was probably that one time she flirted with him after a Quidditch Match which caused him to become infatuated with her forever.

My heart would fall apart if someone said your name

And he truly loved her so much, words were never enough to describe it. He really hoped she felt the same.

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And truly, madly, deeply, I am

"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid." She meant that actually. James Potter was definitely an arrogant toerag. But that's the thing. He was.

Somewhere along the way, the prideful egotistic boy had become a caring and proper man.  Her green eyes couldn't help but linger on him more as his usual bullying time was replaced by maturity. That time turned into taking care of his werewolf friend, or even time for comforting his best friend who cried into his arms in the corner of the common room some nights.

And soon enough, a friendship blossomed between the unlikely pair of the redhead and the brunet.

Foolishly, completely falling

And sooner it turned into more..

"Ariel, Ariel uh- let down your window?" One night, a rather confused whisper came from Lily's bedroom window. With a startle the girl rushed to slide up the windowpane and was met with the lopsided grin and the familiar hazel eyes with a playful twinkle looking back at her. "Potter!" She shook her head with a chuckle as she allowed him in. "Evans.. I missed you, okay?" he drawed out sheepishly as he gently pulled her closer by her waist. Heat rose to her cheeks as she looked up at him.

And somehow you kicked all my walls in

The boy leaned down towards her lips unable to resist the girl any longer but Lily turned away at the last moment (resulting a rather sad pout on the boy's lips) as she heard her name being called downstairs. "Lily! Next time your boyfriend wants to visit at 12 am, tell him to use the door, okay? My rose bushes are ruined!!"

So baby, say you'll always keep me

And now she was waking up beside him.

She meekly opened her right eye to see if her husband —yes, husband she reminded herself proudly—was still asleep. A lazy smile on his lips, she was greeted with a drawl in his low morning voice, "Good morning, Evans."

Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

His infuriating smirks had now grown into breathtaking smiles. And he gave her one right now earning a blush upon the girl's cheeks. In his arms and close was exactly where Lily wanted to be. She smiled back endearing and simply looked at him with awe, treasuring the moment, before closing the distance between them. As she pecked his soft lips, she murmured into them, 'Potter, actually."

She was his and him, hers.

All was well.

Anyone catch the ending words reference? The first time I heard this song some months ago (maybe even a year oop—) , I just knew it SCREAMED #Jily. And so here I am finally writing and publishing this !

Thanks for reading and love you all you beautiful people !

Riri <3

[zu-is-here]

Hi Zu!

Oh the cinnamon challenge was very popular a few years ago. I remember my friend tried and and threw up :'-) it was kind of funny at the time.

Apple pie! Yesss! I love apple pie! Do you like it best with cream, ice-cream or custard?

Choco powder was because I was too chicken to do the cinnamon challenge XD the power get everywhere.

Yay! I'm glad you think so! Dammm I wanna draw it so bad but too many wips!

Just imagine Cross letting dream stay with him for the night and dream comes in while cross is using the shower like "oh wow! You are magnificent! You make it rain indoors! So powerful!"

Or dream just picking up a banana from the fruit bowl and eating it with the skin on.

Or maybe killer is one of cross' neighbours, in the flat next door and asks about dream and cross just tells killer he's his cousin. Meanwhile dream is repeatedly ringing the door bell because of the fun noise.

This who au is making me laugh XD, do you have anything to add?

I saw your art today BTW! I love it! It's adorable, I love error's face! It's amazing!

How are you doing today? How's it going?

Hi Gayfish!

Oh poor guy ;3; Better be careful with such things! <3

Ikr!! It tastes amazing with ice cream *^* How does custard taste like? (・∀・) Oh my god,,, :')

PFFF— Dream is such a pure and naive bean! Gonna give Cross a heart attack (≧∀≦)♡ and make him blushhh— Eating a banana as it is tho,,, :D and mb trying to peel grapes then xd YESSS— hoo boi must protecc ♡

I can imagine him playing with the light and water switches (after Cross showed how it works) like "Now I'm a wizard too!!" or watching the TV with O_O eyes cause "You can see any place in the world??" and talking with newsmen thinking they're talking to him— someone stop me XD <3

Awww thanks a lot! (〃ω〃) I loved the idea so much I couldn't resist drawing it weeks later XD

Today was pretty lazy xp Had a nice family time and now am watching Jakei's animating stream listening to Italy's (Eurovision's winner) song on repeat *w*

How are you today? ♡

UPD:

True! <3 Not the latest one but clotred cream looks really yummy, like cream cheese I guess? *^* So many delicious additions! Oh I can imagine the taste, interesting to try (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

Awww a frightened boy! <3 and Nightmare OMG xd Heck yeah fluffynight ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) where Ccino plays along to calm Nightmare and help him to find whatever this handsome stranger want—

Yes! \(//∇//)\ Underverse 0.6 fight scene was animated, no spoilers but angry Killer looks ssso good ♪

Oh same here! Stop motion animations was such a fun to do, mweh nostalgia <3

Their song didn't hook me at first, but now I can't stop listening to it *^* And yesterday was great, France and Switzerland were in the lead, and it was SO intense until Italy just shot to the top and everyone went crazy \(//∇//)\ I love it more for the atmosphere and real emotions ♡

Was something bothering you this morning? (ó3ò) Glad to hear you're doing better now! (ówò)

Oh WOW!! Looks so soft and tasty (⁎⁍̴̀﹃ ⁍̴́⁎) You did amazing! ☆ How was it? I like sweet bread better, have made a banana bread once~ What's your choice? *^*

Idk much about mlp but their songs are really nice indeed! <3 What's your favorite one(s)? ♪( ´▽｀)

Awww I'm such a music lover I listen to literally everything, from lofi to rock and more, whatever hooks me <3 And you?

OMG the whole year?? (°▽°) Wow— what an enviable endurance heh! I imagine the anon's face when they sees their ask in a year if they sees it at all XD But thank you, that's really the least I can do for everyone here╰(*´︶`*)╯ 'sides, you all are a part of my life ♡

[daydreamindollie]

PECULIAR PACK —PETTING

PAIR. : bts hybrid poly x fem.reader

G. : fluff ; hybrid!au ; cuddly Jimin ; attention-seeking, needy hybrids ; awkward Namjoon

LENGTH : 2.4k

SUM. : what happens when one approaches you for pets and a domino effect follows with the rest seeking you out for pets as well

A/N : I'm getting so much love for this series already, it's unbelievable! Two requests have been made and here's the first one! I don't know when the next one will come out but hopefully soon because it's something I'm excited to write as well! Anywho~ Please enjoy the read and feel free to comment and express your thoughts.

TAGLIST : @ro2424​ @littlewolfieposts 

⇢ Jimin loved getting pets

⇢ It came as such a surprise to you whenever Jimin would approach you first, looking for pets and attention, seeing as he didn't know you for as long as Taehyung did but you appreciated his transparency in what he wanted.

⇢ He would go about it in such an endearing way too. It would start off with his eyes. They would seek out your own and the instant your gazes connect he would hold your stare, determined to have you succumb to the plea for affection in his suddenly wide, rounded chocolate eyes. His chocolate orbs always caught the light in a special way, where it made them look bigger and overstating his need for sentiment, closely resembling Bambi - you just couldn't resist cooing at him and submitting to what he was asking of you, pets.

⇢ "Come here, kitten," you'd fondly whisper before commencing in a session of coddles.

⇢ The purrs he emitted were embarrassingly loud but he had never felt so pampered and loved; it couldn't be helped.

⇢ Back when he and his family were living in the woodland surrounding your home, everyone was too stressed about being found by authorities, finding enough food to eat for the day and avoiding predators. As a result, their stress levels were always high. Nobody had the time to pay anybody else much attention, only occasionally when things settled for the night and everyone wanted to believe they were safe whilst tucked away in their little dug-out, mud cave.

⇢ Living with you brought Jimin closer to paradise than anything else in his life so far. Even the ex-owners he used adore, before being replaced, never paid him half the amount of attention you were giving to him now.

⇢ "You're so sweet and handsome Jiminnie~" he swears that you've grown addicted to teasing him with nicknames and compliments, "Can I pet you here?" at this point the munchkin cat hybrid was practically laying on top of you on your laid-back position on the sofa. You had one hand combing through his hair, softly scratching your nails at his scalp as your other hand rubbed up and down the expanse of his curved back.

⇢ The only response you were given was a brief nod as Jimin nuzzled his nose further into the crook of your neck, absentmindedly scenting you and drawing out a giggle seeing as you, they found, were as ticklish as could be. This only prompted him to continue, which made you continue, turning everything into a positive feedback cycle of giving and receiving affection.

⇢ If you were a hybrid, you're certain that your tail would be happily swaying as your ears gratefully twitched and your own purrs of fulfillment shamelessly rose to absurd volumes.

⇢ From your giggles and Jimin's constant purring, Taehyung was quickly stepping into the scene. The instant he laid eyes on your little cuddle/petting pile, he made the loudest gasp of incredulity you had ever witnessed.

⇢ Looking towards the Tiger, not stopping your ministrations on Jimin, you smile largely and are expiditious to say something - anything - to have the tiger join you. Of course, Taehyung had no problems with agreeing and piling right on top of you. It meant that you found it a little harder to breathe but it was worth it. Seeing these two sweetsweetsweet boys purring in bliss made the ache in your lungs worth it.

⇢ At some point, you couldn't resist the urge you had to kiss both of them between their ears. The intoxicating amount of love and contentedness in the air had coaxed you into a state of inebriation, urging you to step over lines that were easily dismissed and repositioned elsewhere.

⇢ Despite their obvious surprise, illustrated by the sudden stillness of their tails and perk alertness of their ears, Taehyung and Jimin were quick to beg for more pets as well as more kisses.

⇢ "One more kiss, please!" they request in unison, purring louder the instant you start peppering multiple kisses across their faces. You even kiss the tips of their fluffy ears, inducing high pitched squeals from each at the unexpected sensation.

⇢ You couldn't understand how Taehyung's previous owners gave him back for not being like other Tiger hybrids. His affection and need for attention - much like Jimin's - was harmless and should be quenched as it was beneficial for both sides.

⇢ "You two are so cute!" they grin widely at you before they persist with scenting you on either side of your neck, the softness of their ears tickling the area underneath your chin.

⇢ "N-Noona?" everything stops as you take a moment to look to your right, catching sight of a droopy eared bunny with doleful doe eyes at the neglect of your touch.

⇢ "What's wrong, kookie?" he visibly shudders at your use of nickname but makes no attempt at hiding away further behind the doorframe, "would you like cuddles and pets too?" your more than happy to oblige should he accept your offer, you ensure that he knows that from the tender smile on your face.

⇢ He's a timid sweetheart despite knowing the stories of his goofiness, told by Taehyung during the many times you cooked meals together. So it delighted you when he gave a firm nod and snuggled in close, between his hyungs where he was able to tightly wrap his arms around your waist and lay his head atop your cushioning chest.

⇢ By now, space was becoming a scarcity on your sofa, prompting you to urge the boys into moving onto the floor, where you made sure to layout your chunk knit throw blanket over your super soft rug, where you then scattered atop an abundant amount of throw pillows.

⇢ It was the best set up for cuddles and pets, everyone had space so they weren't forced to pile on top of one another just to fit and be in reach of you.

⇢ Again, with Jungkook, you peppered him with kisses, drowned him in compliments and overwhelmed him with all the affectionate pets in the world. It came to a point where the two soft cats on either side of you began whining for attention as the bunny in your arms started to rapidly kick his foot in the air.

⇢ "Kookie, you're so adorable! What a sweet bunny you are, such a good boy~" you coo, nuzzling your nose into his and causing a deep scarlet, red blush to overcome his features. It was such a cute reaction that you kept nuzzling his nose, not knowing that in bunny terms, you were giving him endless kisses.

⇢ "What about me, Noona?" Jimin whined from the right of you, taking your hand from Jungkook's hair and putting it atop his head and in between his ears, "I'm cute too right?"

⇢ "Of course you are Jimin-" you start, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

⇢ "And me! I'm a good boy too, Noona, so give me pets, please" Taehyung, on your left, takes your other hand and brings it to cup his cheek as he leans his cheek in your direction, intelligibly asking for a peck too. Always one to gratify, you lean in and give him a big fat kiss on the cheek.

⇢ "No!" the bunny protests with a plump pout, securely re-wrapping his arms around your waist after snatching your hands back to him, "Noona was giving me pets, leave us alone!"

⇢ Uh Oh...

⇢ This isn't what you needed right now.

⇢ Two cats and a bunny fighting above you wasn't what you intended to instigate.

⇢ "Boys, calm down... Please? I hate to see you fighting," hearing the distress in your voice, they whine in apology and nuzzle their faces into you as their way of apologising, Taehyung into the curve of your shoulder, Jimin into the crook of your neck and Jungkook into the milky-sweet area between your collarbones.

⇢ He wanted to nuzzle into the area lower than that but he had to resist, knowing that it would be stepping too far.

⇢ "There's only one of me and there's three of you so...can we accept that we'll need to share?"

⇢ "Yeah..." they looked upset but quickly made up as they fell into you, purring or, in Jungkook's case, thumping his foot.

⇢ It stayed like that for many blissful minutes and you couldn't be happier, neither could they.

⇢ "Are you guys having a cuddle pile right now? I can't believe you didn't invite me!" Hoseok's tail was already frantically wagging behind him before he joined the group, grinning happily as he dragged Yoongi along with him.

⇢ It seemed as though the two of them were on their way to grab a snack in the kitchen but came across you along the way.

⇢ Of course, you immediately paid them with the pets, cuddles, kisses, and attention they've been deprived of, even Yoongi, who surprisingly didn't put up much of a fight as soon as you were running your hands through his soft locks and scratching at the base of his ears.

⇢ The maknaes weren't happy but you made sure to give them an assuring look, promising that you'll give them their share of attention eventually.

⇢ This was a new experience with Yoongi. He never looked like a cuddler but he proved Taehyung right in the fact that he was secretly a massive softie deep down. What a monumental moment!

⇢ Seeing the usually withdrawn and belligerent cat hybrid giving into pets and affection brought about the most rewarding feeling.

⇢ In fact, you were so delighted by having Yoongi in your arms you began neglecting everyone else, even Hoseok, who was as new to the cuddle pile as Yoongi. It wasn't until a whine met your ears that you were finally brought back and apologised by giving Hoseok exactly what he wanted: pets, cuddles, kisses, love, and attention.

⇢ This didn't happen, however, before you caught a brief glimpse of a smug, triumphant look on Yoongi's face. Was he proud of stealing your attention? You never pegged him to be the type to get smug but you suppose you still have much to learn about him in addition to the six other hybrids in your life now.

⇢ It took some time but eventually, the balance was reset between all the participating parties of your cuddle/petting pile.

⇢ The pets continued blissfully. Everyone was even beginning to give as much affection and attention to one another as they were receiving from you. You were no longer the center, thereby creating small cuddle piles around you, which definitely wasn't a bad thing at all.

⇢ Whilst you paid the most attention to Hoseok and Yoongi, the maknaes would be cuddling and nuzzling each other in their own little heap to your right. When the time came and you were turning to give the maknaes attention, Hoseok and Yoongi drew themselves together and stayed like that until you went back to them.

⇢ All you need were the last two people of your family to join you, which they eventually did whilst making their way into the living room, talking about god knows what; all you know is that they needed to be in your arms that instant.

⇢ "Come here boys," you smile up at them, arms free as the others surrounded you and began urging them to join as well.

⇢ It didn't take Jin that long to curl up into your arms, his round brown-bear ears tickling your chin as he pressed his nose into your collar and wrapped his lean arms around your thin waist.

⇢ Namjoon, however, was a little more awkward. He made various attempts at making up excuses to not participate in the pile of affection you created on your living room floor but the maknaes tore through all of his excuses.

⇢ He was the leader so you understood his awkwardness in the face of affection. The only thing he probably knew how to carry out were the precautions needed to protect his pack, his family. But a tough, protective guy like him needed to treated with love and affection every once in a while too so you allowed the hybrids around you to bait him into it.

⇢ Namjoon needed to know that he was loved and appreciated by his family for everything that he's done. For his leadership, selflessness, and care. He hasn't been given that opportunity before but here you were, ready to welcome him into your arms for a cuddle and a kiss or two.  

⇢ "You know you want to, Hyung," Taehyung teased and just as everyone else was beginning to join in on the teasing, unable to resist a chance at satirising their leader, Namjoon finally gave in and cuddled into your left side as Jin fully molded himself onto your right side.

⇢ Namjoon was tense at first but as the rest of the maknaes cuddled in extension to your left (behind him) whilst Hoseok and Yoongi simultaneously did the same on your right side (behind Jin), he finally settled down and scented you right alongside the brown bear.

⇢ The scenting came about unconsciously but as he slowly realised what he was doing, he softly gasped in surprise - soft enough to keep you from noticing - and made eye contact with Jin, who happened upon the same realisation.

⇢ You were special in every way, shape, and form.

⇢ It's unbelievable the amount of love and affection you were willing to give them despite only knowing them for a few days. You were their second chance at life. They've lived only in the darkness, stressed and always on high alert. It was exhausting but, with you, they could let go, truly let go and finally appreciate each other to the fullest.

⇢ They adored having one another before, but now, now that they've been given the opportunity to bond closer, they know that they'll never be able to live without each other

⇢ And maybe, just maybe, you were quickly beginning to be that same person as well.

⇢ Someone they can't live without, someone they can trust and love, expecting to get the same treatment in return.

⇢ To think that the criminal act of stealing could give them such a priceless reward.

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TW: Angst, Underage, Sexual Scenes, Did I mention angst?

Anything and Everything

“He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.” -Emily Bronte

-

He was done for and he really should have known better than to grab the boy by the hips to pull him close. But it felt so good. So, so good.

-

Tony kept making that mistake. Several times over, sometimes twice in a day, and he knew there was no way he could stop now. Peter was too beautiful, too supple, too compelling. Tony would give this boy almost anything and everything.

“You love me, right?” Peter whispered, his back to Tony's front, Tony's hand lazily drawing circles on Peter's abdomen as they laid in bed. To say the least, the question took him by surprise.

His answer also took him by surprise.

“How could I not?”

-

“Oh god...Mr. Stark, please! Please please please!”

God save him for loving that sound.

-

Forget about God. Peter is now his god. His darling, golden angel that Tony has placed on a pedestal. The adoration must come with a heavy weight.

-

It started slowly then came all at once. Peter's shy glances, Tony's lingering hands, the way they danced around each other in the lab…

Tony was a goner from the very moment he saw Peter walk into his aunt's living room. The boy was fifteen then; he is only seventeen now.

Seventeen. Too young. Bad idea. Seventeen.

It's too late now. The fire was slow to burn at first and then it became an inferno. Tony wanted to blame it on Peter, the boy planted himself in his lap and rolled his hips. He placed his hands on Tony's chest, raked his fingernails down, and said his name with that pretty mouth. If Peter hadn't leaned down and licked Tony's slack jaw then they wouldn't have combusted.

Tony tangled a hand in Peter's unruly locks and manipulated his head so he could look him in the eye. “You're playing with fire, Pete. You sure you want this?” Tony asked, looking for a way out while simultaneously looking for a way in.

“Yes. Please, Mr. Stark. I need this, need you. I want it-” Peter's pleading was cut off by Tony kissing him a little too hard with a little too much teeth. The kiss was sloppy due to Peter's inexperience but Tony revelled in it.

Abruptly, Tony stood up, hands gripping Peter's ass as he carried him from the chair in the living room to his bedroom. Along the way he would stop to pin Peter to the wall, biting at his neck and sucking marks on whatever bit of skin he could reach. Once they finally made it to the bedroom Tony tore off his shirt and stalked to where Peter was hastily stripping on the bed.

Tony crawled onto the bed hovering over Peter, forcing the boy to lay down against the mattress. The blue duvet looked lovely against his skin.

“You ever done this before, babe?” Tony asked, licking his lips and grinding his jean clad cock against Peter's nakedness, knowing the friction probably stung a bit against the boy's sensitive flesh.

Peter blushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed. “No, Mr. Stark…” he confessed, biting his lip before turning his doe eyes to Tony.

Tony groaned at the response, grinding against Peter harder than he should,causing the teen to cry out  “Good.”

-

When Tony took him the first time Peter cried from the pain. Tony tried to be gentle, tried to soothe the boy and kiss his tears away.

Each tear drop tasted like a mistake. They tasted like suicide.

-

“Why do you still have to be with Pepper?”

“You know why.”

“You said you loved me, Mr. Stark.”

“How could I not?”

-

“Please, right there! Oh fuck yes!”

“That's it, gorgeous. Move those hips for me.”

Being deep inside Peter felt like heaven, like his own slice of cherry pie.

-

They went on a trip to Miami to have some fun and blow off some steam. Tony rented the penthouse suite in a prestigious hotel on the beach. Peter loved the view of the ocean.

“It looks amazing!! Look, Daddy! It's so blue,” Peter exclaimed, pressed against the window with the world's biggest smile on his face. Tony knew he did good picking this place with this view.

“Very blue, doll. Let's get ready for dinner so Daddy can have his dessert,” Tony teased, grabbing Peter's ass through his tight swim shorts.

-

Peter loved the beach. He looked like a nymph frolicking in the waves. He looked like treasure being washed onto the shore.

Tony wanted to savor this forever.

-

“Why do you always say that?”

“Say what, sweetie.”

“You never say you love me.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Why can't you just say it, Daddy? Why?”

“You know why.”

“I really don't. Explain it. Enlighten me.”

“Angel, you know why “

-

They spent most of the summer touring Europe. Peter was ecstatic to be away from May and Pepper, saying it made him feel ‘grown up.’ But Peter was seventeen turning eighteen, still too young but broken into.

Peter didn't even know that Tony robbed him, broke into his beautiful body and took more than he should have. He shouldn't have taken anything at all. The guilt came in a cycle but how could he let it weigh him down? Peter, his little prince, was busy prattling on to Tony as they walked along the Seine in Paris.

“...And I applied to Columbia so I can stay close to you,” Peter finished, looking pleased with himself as he licked at his strawberry ice cream cone.

“What honey?” Tony asked, shaking himself from his train of thought. This was his stop anyways.

“Oh, I said I applied to Columbia so we can stay together,” the boy chirped, standing on his toes to kiss Tony's cheek, leaving a sticky feeling behind.

Tony frowned, stopping to look at Peter. “Didn't we agree I would pay for MIT? That's where you belong, baby. You belong with people of your caliber,” he scolded, brushing a stray curl off of Peter's forehead.

“But...what about us? Don't you want me close?” Peter looked close to tears.

Tony moved to fix it, kissing Peter and getting his lips sticky in the process. “Sorry honey. I'm just trying to do what's best for you. Besides, I'll come visit you.”

He would, right?

-

Tony had Peter bent over his desk in his office. Peter stopped by for a surprise visit in a pair of denim cutoffs that attracted many stares of his employees.

How could Tony resist temptation?

So, he bent the boy over his desk, sank to his knees behind him and ate his boy out until he was sloppy and open. The boy was begging incoherently by the time Tony pushed in. Peter left looking disheveled with bruises on his hips.

No one said anything about it.

-

“I really don't. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

“I know, baby, I know. You know how I feel for you. You know it.”

“Say it.”

“Baby…”

“SAY IT.”

“I can't.”

Well, why couldn't he?

-

He bought Peter a flat off campus for school. He filled it with furniture, electronics, clothes, luxuries, anything and everything he could think of. He put a picture of them from Europe on the nightstand, the one of them in Venice in the gondola that Peter insisted they take throughout the city. The bedding was blue.

He created a trust for Peter filled with more than enough money to last a lifetime.

It was time now.

-

“What do you mean?”

“I'm marrying Pepper.”

The world seemed to freeze in place.

“...but...what about us?”

“I'm sorry.”

“What about me?”

“I'm sorry.”

“Am I not enough?”

“Angel-”

“Don't.”

“Sweetheart-”

“If you love me then why are you marrying her?”

-

It was their last time. Peter didn't know, but it was their last time. The boy cried while they made love, and it was making love. Funny how the last time is also a first.

He kissed each tear. They tasted like regret. They tasted like blood.

-

“But I love you.”

“Come here.”

-

He never visited Peter. He never answered any calls. He never texted back.

But when Peter showed up out of the blue, he couldn't say no. He would do almost anything and everything for this boy.

-

“Do you even love her?”

“Peter-”

“Yes or no?”

“It's complicated.”

-

Tony remembers their first spat very well. Peter was angry that he and Pepper were back together, that he found out through a tabloid at a newsstand. Tony understood, he really did, but it couldn't be helped. It was a necessity that he be with Pepper, or at least it felt like it. It was different than his need for Peter. Pepper was a necessity whereas Peter was the very thing that kept his heart beating.

“I really don't understand why you guys are back together. Am I not enough? I can be better, I'll do whatever you want,” the boy pleaded, honey eyes tearing up and filled with so many emotions. Confusion. Sorrow. Agony.

Tony sighed and set his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. He had been sitting in the chair for over an hour now hashing out the same thing with Peter as the younger man paced throughout the room, playing with the fraying sleeves of the blue sweater he was wearing. Perhaps the answers to their problems were hidden in the floorboards, but Tony doubted that there was an answer at all.

“Baby, I told you. It is for the public and the company. It isn't that you aren't good enough, little prince, but that she is a necessity,” he explained for the umpteenth time whilst massaging his temples. Peter was still not accepting his answer. Why wouldn't the boy just accept it?

“This isn't fair. What if I dated MJ? You'd hate that!”

Tony would.

“Why can't we just run away? Then it won't matter how old I am or anything!”

Oh, only if he could.

“You know what? I'm gonna go home.”

“I agree. You really should.”

-

Tony knew he was in love with Peter the moment the boy batted his long lashes at him when he was 15. He knew it was sick but he couldn't help himself. Tony was not renowned for his self-control and his genius IQ was not working in this situation.

Peter asked if he could stay late one night and Tony agreed. This was truly his first mistake, the first step on the staircase to his personal hell that would become his only sanctuary.

“Pass me the wrench, kiddo,” Tony said, holding out his hand as he worked on an engine to a car. Peter did as asked, fingers lingering for a split second and eyes full of teenage lust. This was the spark that lit the fire. He still wishes he could say it was Peter's fault.

The years passed in a series of heated glances and barely there touches that came to a head when the pretty boy fell right into his lap.

-

“You know you can't stay, right? Pepper is coming home in a couple hours.”

“Good. Let her see me.”

“Baby-”

“Please, no.”

“You. Can't. Stay.”

“Are you going to throw me away again?”

“Please don't cry.”

“You were never able to give me this part of you. You never even told me you loved me.”

“How could I not, baby? How could I not?”

-

He didn't leave Pepper and he watched his angel drift out of his life. It was for the best; Peter deserved someone that wasn't broken like him.

He went back into the room to change the sheets, taking off the blue ones and putting the red ones on.

-

A year later, Tony sat down for breakfast with his wife one morning, a rare thing to happen. He smiled, she smiled, and they ate in peace.

“Do you remember Peter? The one intern you had for a few years?” Pepper asked, sipping her coffee while flipping through a magazine.

Tony felt his stomach drop to his knees. “I do.”

Of course he did.

“Well, turns out the he and Harry Osborn got together a while back and are engaged! That's so exciting. I loved that kid!” Pepper exclaimed with a big smile.

“Me too.”

How could he not?