#i can't stop with the stupid jokes i added im sorry

[undeaddove9]

NSFW related// contains genderbend AU with wlw charmoree and ♂ Manon (their names stay the same), cunnilingus, squirting, cheating (Rody and Manon have not broken up yet)

I'm writing this just because I needed to write some culinary yuri... and because I love listening to this song it reminds me so much of them :3

"Me and your girlfriend playin' dress up in my house, I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch"

Her crush couldn't stop yapping about how sweet and caring her boyfriend is.

Ughhh, why was this stupid redheaded puppy talking about some guy that she's clearly not interested in listening to? ಠ⁠_���ಠ

Was there ever a way to shut her up?

Suddenly, a very great idea pops into Vincent's head.

YURIKA!!! ☝️💡

And with that, she's decided to make Rody forget all about her precious boyfriend, Manon. How exactly, you may ask? Well...

"Ngh! Hah—AH! VINCE!!" , Rody lets out a loud moan as her boss was hungrily lapping up at her sensitive folds and clit.

The woman was shakily sitting, now almost slouching, on Vincent's couch in her apartment, with thighs spread wide open, making access for the chef to devour the swollen cunt in between her legs. Her fists were clenching for dear life on the couch cushions near her.

She never expected this, in all honesty. She had an assumption that her boss was just being nice and sweet when welcoming her into her house. She never expected to end up in a heated situation with the younger woman.

Her face looked so fucked out right now. She's sweating like crazy, with her eyes rolling back into her head and her tongue lolling out. Maybe she should just let Vince do her thing. No, she wasn't supposed to enjoy this!

But...

"Hah- holy shit... Vince, please. You can't... I— AH! I'm in love with Manon- nghHH!... I'm not supposed to do this with you haaahh..." , she continued with her stammering words, hoping that her boss would at least consider putting a stop to whatever she was currently doing to her.

Unfortunately for Rody, her words were completely futile. Instead, she received a harsh nibble and tug on her twitching clit, making her scream in sudden pleasure.

Oh god, she was seeing stars at this point.

Vince looked up sadistically at the heavily panting woman and led out a chuckle in response. "Oh, mon cœur ♡ You don't have to lie to yourself. Your voice may be rejecting me but your enticing body is telling me otherwise. You don't seem like you ever want me to stop, so..... ♡"

That was all she said before continuing to thrust her skillful tongue back into Rody's soaking wet pussy. Only this time, she's doing it roughly, occasionally sucking on her pretty clitoral nub and creating even more stimulation towards her trembling employee.

The auburn haired woman had no choice but to submit to the ongoing pleasure that her body was receiving.

It was driving her crazy. She can feel the pooling heat in her stomach. Her nails were digging deeper into the couch cushions, almost tearing the fabric. The ravenette gave her clit one last suck and... Oh fuck. She's about to...

"VINCE! I'M GONNA CU—haAAAAAAAA!!!", the waitress' words were cut off as she finally came and squirted her juices into Vince's awaiting mouth. The chef lapped up every single drop of her beloved waitress' fluid she could get.

Rody then plastered a satisfied grin on her face with her eyes still rolled back into her head from the aftermath and her thoughts were very much clouded from the intense orgasm she had.

She couldn't even think straight anymore.

Vince, on the other hand, can't help but smile at the older woman in front of her, carefully getting herself up from her previous position.

"So... How was it? Did I treat you better than that Manon of yours, mon cœur?"

"Huh?? Eh? Wh... Who...??"

"That's what I thought ♡"

[madame-butterfly-knife]

questions for joseph: 2, 4, 21 :>

alright, first, im just going to say, i'm adding the free question whether you like it or not. i think asking my ocs questions about scandinavian geography is funny and you can't stop me from running this joke real, real deep into the ground.

second of all, yes. this is another OC of mine. fuck you, sorry about that. you know those previous 2 asks i answered? yep its related to that because i have never learned how to shut up in my life. same universe. same shit. joseph's that previously mentioned rebel protege. he's a well spoken, sarcastic, self sacrifical type. well, self sacrifical is a nice version of it. it's more that he doesn't really give two shits about his life as long as he manages to do something competent in the process. this story is stupid and gay and he's one of the two reasons why.

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

The guy laughs. "I'm bad at picking favorites, or "bests". I've got a billion friends out there, or at least people who aren't so sick of me they'll pull my guts out and leave me to bleed. Personally, I don't catagorize all of that."

"...Sides. They'll all get over me pretty quick. Something you get used to."

What is your least favorite childhood memory?

"...next fucking question."

"...Seriously, why's that a question you're going around asking people? Hello, nice to meet you, why don't you unload your trauma on us, let the load off, why don't you? If you want to hear about dead people with bullets through heads, just watch a movie or a newsstream."

Describe your ideal partner.

"Shit. You're really digging into the personal, huh? Guess I've got no choice, then."

"...Well, I do. I could walk away from you right now and tell you where to stick it. But, I like this. Talking, entertaining the notion. Never liked a pushover, honestly. If I'm going to be hooking up with someone, I want them to be just as sharp. Barbed, passionate, intelligent. Someone who can drag me down."

What's the capital of Finland?

"Why the fuck do you expect me to know that? It's a damn place halfway across the world, and it's too cold for me to think about for more than 10 seconds."

[letmedownslows]

im late i know. im so sorry.

i always like to give some long reblogs so yeah, get prepared. this is me rambling.

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “Is she being nice to you? I swear to Godric if she even says one mean thing I’ll stick a broom up that witch’s ar—“

how sweet she is (im just like her). you don't fuck with luna and get away with it. not in my presence!

“Glory, riches, power. The usual,” he deadpanned. “What do you think I want? I've been waiting for you at the lab for half an hour.”

he's so effortlessly funny i hate him for it

Mattheo smirked. “Oh, I like her.” 

we like you too mattheo, my beloved

You didn’t even notice that your bantering had stopped every conversation at your table.

i love this thing about Ravenclaws being gossipers, its pretty accurate (im a ravenclaw)

Theo smirked, seizing your wrist. He lowered his voice and spoke quietly so only you could hear. “I’d rather see you wear my jumper again.” 

LMAOOOO

You scoffed. “You want me to relax? I have literally never relaxed in my entire life. I came out of the womb stressed about taxes.”

she's just like me fr.

“Tucking that away for names I’d like for you to call me in bed.”

“Pervert.” 

“Don’t slut shame me, Y/N. We all have our kinks.”

i literally cant NOT laugh bc of him. my man is just hilarious AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

“Only uptight little Ravenclaws who’d rather vex me to death than enjoy a stunning view of the stars.”

i mean-

“Maybe you’re the stick up my arse.” 

“Don’t joke, darling.” Theo quipped, placing a hand over his chest. “You know I’ve been asking for months.”

HES SO UNSERIOUS BYE.

“Jokes on you, I find your threats incredibly arousing. I’m pitching a tent in my trousers just thinking about it.”

AGAIN. i can't stop fucking laughing he's the epitome of comedy

Theo shrugged. “An irritating know-it-all once told me that not everything has to involve magic.”

It was strange to hear him echo your words.

oh. that's sweet.

A set of dimples appeared on Theo’s cheeks. On anyone else, it might’ve been endearing. “Close. There’s also the added bonus of annoying you.”

how lovely

Theo sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. He stared at you for a second before his eyes lit up with realization. “Of course. I’m so stupid.” 

“No argument there.”

I look too much like her, it's starting to get personal

Theo rose to his feet and offered you his hand. “Lead the way, diavolina. Show me how the chronically neurotic unwinds.”

oh theo you have no idea what you're getting into

kiss with a fist | chapter three.

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pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: high enough by k. flay.

author's note: we're well on our way. this is a shorter(ish) chapter, but that just means that you might get the next one sooner rather than later. as always, please enjoy the banter and sarcasm.

Angel’s Trumpet was going to be the death of you. 

You were convinced of it.

The multiple failed attempts to brew the wretched draught hung over you like a pall and followed you into your second week. When Wednesday night finally rolled around, you were in a proper foul mood. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take more than one bite of lasagne, which was usually your favorite. 

Beside you, Luna set the latest copy of the Quibbler down and looked over at you with concern. “Still having trouble with potions?” 

You nodded, sighing in frustration. “It’s this bloody Angel’s Trumpet. I’ve read over the recipe so many times that it’s practically ingrained into my subconscious, but I just can’t seem to get it right.”

Your roommate smiled faintly. “I know,” she said in her breathy voice. “You do come up with some rather creative curses when you’re studying.” 

You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry Loons, have I kept you up with my late night ranting again?” 

“No need to apologize. The wrackspurts are truly doing a number on everyone, not just you. They’re especially rampant during the start of term.” Her dreamy eyes sharpened into something that resembled mischief. “And how are your sessions with Theodore going?” 

The faint smile on your friend’s face told you that she definitely knew more than she let on. Besides you and Theo, Luna was the only person in Hogwarts who knew about your secret little dalliances. She had figured it out rather early on last year when you and Theo kept mysteriously disappearing at the same time. It was a shame that everyone underestimated her. Luna Lovegood was the most astute person you knew. 

You had absolutely no doubt that your secret was just one of many that Luna had uncovered by simply being observant. After all, teenagers weren’t exactly covert even if they were witches and wizards. 

“Miserably,” you finally answered. 

Much to your annoyance, Theo had not let up since the weekend. Day after day, he dragged you into the potions lab with varying disastrous results. Just the other night, the damned cauldron spewed magenta liquid like a geyser, effectively soaking you and Theo in pepto bismol pink like a demented water park ride. No amount of scourgify could wash away the shame. 

Luna laughed. “Pansy said that Theo spent hours scrubbing potion off of his fancy leather shoes.”

“Pansy?” you asked incredulously. “As in, Pansy Parkinson? Since when are you two the best of friends?” 

Your friend shrugged nonchalantly, but you clocked the slight flush in her cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to replace you. Pansy and I just have a few classes together, that’s all.” 

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “Is she being nice to you? I swear to Godric if she even says one mean thing I’ll stick a broom up that witch’s ar—“ 

Luna held her palms up. “I appreciate the concern, but I assure you Pansy is very nice.” 

That wasn’t entirely convincing, but you trusted Luna’s judgment. As protective as you were over your friend, you knew that she was perfectly capable of handling herself. 

“I just worry,” you said, patting her shoulder. “Those little serpents have teeth.” 

“Oh, I think you’re more familiar with the Slytherins and their teeth than I am.” 

“Loons!” 

She smiled unapologetically. “Speaking of which, here comes your serpent now and he does look poised to bite.” 

You turned just in time to see Theo marching down the aisle with two of his housemates. The curly headed one, Mattheo Riddle, swaggered on his right and winked at you. Flanking Theo’s left side was Enzo, who gave you a polite wave. He was by far the most tolerable out of the lot of them. You wholly ignored Mattheo, but acknowledged Enzo with a nod. 

Theo, on the other hand, you openly glared at. “To what do I owe the displeasure?” 

Every head at the Ravenclaw table turned towards your direction. Though your housemates liked to think they were above the petty drama, Ravenclaws were some of the worst gossips in this school. A Slytherin walking amongst their midst was as juicy as it got. 

Completely unfazed by the attention, Theo slid in next to you on the bench. “Someone’s got their wand in a twist.” 

You flashed him a saccharine smile. “I’ll twist more than just your wand if you don’t leave me the hell alone, Nott.” 

Mattheo smirked. “Oh, I like her.” 

The glare you shot his way was full of venom. “The feeling is not mutual.” Enzo fought a smile as Mattheo gaped. You ignored the both of them and turned back to Theo. “Who are they supposed to be? Your cronies?” 

“Merlin, she never truly lets up, does she?” exclaimed Riddle. 

Theo grinned. “You have no fucking idea, mate.” His expression faltered when he saw the ire dancing in your eyes. “Right, I know that look. Leave us before she decides to turn you two into toads.” 

The boys reluctantly backed away. Beside you, Luna followed suit but winked behind her shoulder as she left the Great Hall. Luckily, Theo’s back was turned to her. 

“What do you want?” 

“Glory, riches, power. The usual,” he deadpanned. “What do you think I want? I've been waiting for you at the lab for half an hour.” 

“I can’t,” you said dismissively. “Not tonight.” 

“Oh, yes you can. I’m too invested to give up now. I am going to teach you how to brew Angel’s Trumpet even if it kills me.” 

“I’d prefer to skip the brewing and get right to the fun part.” You didn’t even notice that your bantering had stopped every conversation at your table. Everyone watched as you menacingly twirled your wand. “Shall I buy a new dress for your funeral?” 

Theo smirked, seizing your wrist. He lowered his voice and spoke quietly so only you could hear. “I’d rather see you wear my jumper again.” 

“Let go of my hand and I’ll be sure to turn up to your wake donning your beloved jumper.” 

He sighed in frustration. “I’m serious about the draught, diavolina. We’re trying again. Tonight.” 

“Was my last try not humiliating enough?” 

“There’s definitely room for improvement. Avoiding turning the lab into a slip and slide would be my first suggestion.” His mouth quirked in amusement. Prick. “Aside from that, I think I finally figured out the missing ingredient.” 

“And that would be?”

“Relaxation,” Theo answered proudly. “You’re way too uptight and it’s feeding into your magic, hence all the explosions.” 

You scoffed. “You want me to relax? I have literally never relaxed in my entire life. I came out of the womb stressed about taxes.” 

Theo snorted. “That’s exactly why I’m here. Let the expert teach you, sweetheart. Being relaxed means being confident and being confident means success.” 

“You do know that confidence and arrogance are two different things, right?” 

“Do you want to brew the bloody potion or not?” 

The fact that Theo was the one motivating you to do school work was only slightly despairing. “Fine,” you conceded. “Teach me how to relax, oh Great Master.” 

“Tucking that away for names I’d like for you to call me in bed.”

“Pervert.” 

“Don’t slut shame me, Y/N. We all have our kinks.” 

“Great. Mine is committing acts of violence against snarky Slytherins.” 

“This snarky Slytherin rather enjoys your acts of violence. Especially if it involves your smartass mouth on mine.” You flushed in response, which only made Theo smirk in satisfaction. “Now, come. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.” 

The Astronomy Tower was the last place you expected Theo to take you to. He didn’t really strike you as a stargazing type of guy, but then again, you probably didn’t strike people as the type of girl who slept with her academic rival out of spite. 

Maybe you both had layers. Layers upon fucked up layers. 

The thought almost made you laugh hysterically as you silently watched Theo transfigure his robe into a blanket. He laid it gently across the wooden floor and beckoned you over. “Sit,” he said simply. 

“This is awfully romantic of you. You take a lot of girls up here, Nott?”

“Only uptight little Ravenclaws who’d rather vex me to death than enjoy a stunning view of the stars.”

You snorted. “Sorry to disappoint.” 

He rolled his eyes and patted the spot next to him. “Sit. I won’t ask again.” 

To be fair to Theo (a statement you never thought you’d make), the stars were stunning tonight. You sat cross legged on the blanket and watched as constellations twinkled in the horizon. If you were up here with anyone other than the present company, you might’ve found it rather nice. 

But alas, this was Theo you were talking about. It was only a matter of time before he ruined it somehow. Probably with a lascivious comment. 

“Why are you sitting like you’ve got a stick up your arse?” Bingo. “Even more than usual, I mean.”

“Maybe you’re the stick up my arse.” 

“Don’t joke, darling.” Theo quipped, placing a hand over his chest. “You know I’ve been asking for months.”

“Do not make me push you over that railing, Theodore.”

“Jokes on you, I find your threats incredibly arousing. I’m pitching a tent in my trousers just thinking about it.” 

You rubbed your temples. “How is irritating the shit out of me supposed to be relaxing?”

Theo grinned, reaching into his pocket. “Because, I have this.” 

With a proud smile, he produced a tightly rolled blunt. 

“That’s your big idea?” you asked, wrinkling your nose at the joint. “Taking me to the highest tower in the castle and getting higher than a hippogriff so we can potentially fall down the stairs and break our necks?”

“It’ll help with your nerves.” 

“The only thing wrong with my nerves is that you’re always on them.” 

He smirked, sticking the joint between his lips. “You’re deflecting. What’s the matter, diavolina? Scared to partake in the devil’s lettuce?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, give it here.” Theo’s eyes widened as you took the joint from his mouth and stuck it in yours. “Well? Are you going to light me up or not?”

He shook his head in mild disbelief before pulling a lighter out of his pocket. You squinted at the silver Zippo, which had initials engraved on the front. The writing was too faded for you to read.

“I got tired of Mattheo stealing my lighters,” he explained. “This way I don’t lose track of it.”

The initials weren’t what surprised you. It was the fact that Theo even had a lighter in the first place. Most wizards just used magic to conjure fire. They certainly didn’t go around carrying muggle inventions in their pockets. It almost made you feel like you were back home in London, bumming a cigarette off some drunk after a night out in the pubs. 

“Why not use incendio?”

Theo shrugged. “An irritating know-it-all once told me that not everything has to involve magic.”

It was strange to hear him echo your words. 

None of it made any sense. Theo would’ve had to venture into a muggle shop to buy that lighter, which was unheard of for a pureblood. Especially not one whose family was part of the now disbanded Sacred Twenty-Eight. The idea of Theo walking around Camden Market to purchase a Zippo was more disorienting than the drugs. 

This little discovery did not line up with what you thought you knew about him. You squinted at him in the dim light, inhaling deeply. The smoke filled your lungs and clouded your senses. Yet one question remained even as you exhaled. 

Who the hell are you, Theodore Nott?

Sensing your gaze, he watched with a small smirk as you passed the joint over to him. It seemed impossible for the drugs to be taking effect so soon, but you found yourself mesmerized as Theo took a long drag. Smoke curled around his mouth as he leaned back on his elbows, tipping his head back to gaze up at the moon. 

“Why the Astronomy Tower?” you asked after a few moments. 

Theo shrugged. “It’s nice up here. Quiet. It helps to get away from the noise.” 

“Strange. I’d become convinced that you sometimes speak just to hear the sound of your own voice.” 

A set of dimples appeared on Theo’s cheeks. On anyone else, it might’ve been endearing. “Close. There’s also the added bonus of annoying you.” 

You didn’t try to stifle your laughter. “Yes, I suppose that sweetens the deal.” 

The two of you sat in silence, passing the joint every so often and quietly contemplating the stars. The absence of noise was jarring. You couldn’t remember the last time that you weren't surrounded by noise. Ravenclaws were a chatty bunch. Whether you were exchanging the newest piece of gossip or bragging about academic achievements, there was always this constant exchange of information. 

Your brain was hardwired to process input. Without it, you felt sort of like a toddler who had just gotten their comfort blanket ripped away from them. 

“Stop fidgeting, Y/N,” Theo commanded with his eyes closed. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.” 

You frowned, picking at your nails. “I don’t think it’s working. Either your drugs are rubbish or my neurosis is canceling it out.” 

He opened one eye lazily. His body language was languid, like he was floating through air. You envied him for it. “Just take a deep breath and empty your mind.” 

“I know that may be easy for someone whose thoughts are typically vacant, but I’m not wired that way. I can’t just turn off my thoughts.” 

Theo sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. He stared at you for a second before his eyes lit up with realization. “Of course. I’m so stupid.” 

“No argument there.” 

He rolled his eyes in response. “I’m trying to get you to relax the Theo way when we should be doing it the Y/N way.” 

“What does that even mean?” 

“Think of the one place in the castle where you feel most at peace.” 

You cocked your head, contemplating. The answer came to you in an instant. “Okay. I’ve got it. What now?” 

Theo rose to his feet and offered you his hand. “Lead the way, diavolina. Show me how the chronically neurotic unwinds.”

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[jadtkf38]

This is what I would send you if we stop being friends.

You hurt me A. You hurt me a lot, I miss when we were good friends. I miss when we would talk to eachother in a loving way and actually care about each other. I know being online friends and friends in real life is completely different but I had faith in you and us. I thought we could still make it work because I know the love you gave me before didn't come out of nowhere. I know I did many things wrong. I'm sorry for not putting as much effort into finding a job earlier than I should've. I'm sorry I was rude sometimes. And I'm sorry for putting burdens onto you. But I at least I apologized and tried to make up for those things. At least I put effort into making things better for all of us. But you never put in the same effort to fix your mistakes and our relationship. You made insensitive jokes to me, you laughed at me, you didnt take my trauma seriously, and you treated me like shit. But I put up with it because I still wanted to fix things and I still cared about you. But what's the point if you don't do the same for me, what's the point if I always fuck up when I'm with you and instead of resolving it at the moment and fixing it like mature adults, you tell me long after where I feel guilt and second guess myself because I thought I was being respectful. Im so sick of dealing with all this pain. You said "don't let me hurt your feelings" but how can you not when you do all these things? It hurts that the person I thought I would love forever turned out like this. It hurts that you have to be added to the list of people that hurt me and stopped caring about me. Because of you I dont think I can be best friends, much less love somebody ever again for a long time. I hope you know what you've done. I hope that you change and realize your mistakes and genuinely apologize to me. But to be honest I think it's wishful thinking because nobody has ever genuinely apologized to me for all the grief they have caused me. I'm sorry A, but I can't take this hurt anymore. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than stay in a one sided friendship where all my love and care goes down the trash.

I find it funny and sad that you keep bringing up that old stupid fake ass friend I had too. I told you how much pain she caused me and you still joke about it and even about my mom. Plus i was just a stupid ass middle schooler. I didnt know what i was doing and i was desperate for affection. How would you like it if I joked about you know who? I would never do that shit and yet you do it to me. You were BETTER than that bitch. I genuinely loved you and I wanted to be your girlfriend. I drew us together and sent you gifts and cared for you more than I ever did with anyone. You were the biggest love of my life and now you don't even care about that. I loved you A. Why did it have to come to this. Why did you have to turn out like everyone else. I hate my fucking life bruh I wish I was fucking dead.

[x-woozi]

An Unwise Interest

Part 10

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Summary: Of course you love your brother but he can be a bit overly concerned and involved in your personal life. Things only get worse when you find yourself having a little more than “friendly” feelings for one of his best friends.

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to post life’s been a bit much lately but it’s here now! Ta-da! Love interest revealed, and surprise surprise it’s Jihoon. Im sure you saw it coming but I hope you still enjoy!

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Balloons are great and all but the set up and cleaning up is a pain, especially for what you have planned. Luckily you’ll only have to worry about one of those.

Deciding to not be completely mean you planned to fill the majority of the balloons with the confetti first and only a few with glitter. You set everything out side by side on Seungcheols bedroom floor. “Okay I’ve got the balloons and confetti but where did I put- Ah the glitter!” You said aloud to yourself with an evil-like grin as you imagine the look on your brother's face when he gets home.

Rather than waiting for Jihoon to get back, you started without him knowing he’d be against taking any part in it and would have to do some convincing. You tried your best to funnel the tiny pieces of paper into as many balloons as you could before inflating them.

Rather than waiting for Jihoon to get back, you started without him knowing he’d be against taking any part in it and would have to do some convincing. You tried your best to funnel the tiny pieces of paper into as many balloons as you could before inflating them.

Once it was time to blow them up you realize where you went wrong. There’s no pump, no helium tank, nothing. You thought to yourself, this is that stupid pre-prank karma isn’t it. All you could do now was pray your lungs make it through.

10 balloons in and there are many regrets going through your mind. Tying the ends is starting to hurt your fingers, bring rubber bands or ribbon next time. Starting to feel a little lightheaded having to blow them up. Gotta remember to get a pump for these things! Some of the confetti keeps slipping out and getting in your mouth. Why does this feel so dan-

There was a loud thud that came from the other room interrupting your thoughts and making you inhale sharply with a balloon still at your lips. Going hand in hand with your last thought the timing was great because now you’re choking and there’s an intruder. Trying your best not to completely panic when you hear footsteps rushing towards you loudly coughing, you look around the room and realize you have nothing to defend yourself with. what a great way to go.

“Are you okay?!?!” Jihoon yelled as he barged into the room, “what happened!”

If you could this is where you would’ve let out a sigh of relief, but no, still choking on paper.

He practically leapt to your side and aggressively patted your back trying to help, which it did a little. When you caught your breath you quickly faced him, “what the hell, who just comes home and immediately starts slamming doors and shit?? I could have died because of you!”

“Are you being serious?” Jihoon stared at you in disbelief, “first off you’re in my home”

“It’s also my brothers.” You stated as a weak argument against him

“Still not yours. And second that wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t doing all of this” he motioned to the mess you’ve made on the floor. “So who’s really at fault here?”

“wow just blame the victim I guess” You folded your arms “I never took you for that type, I’m disappointed Ji”

His jaw dropped, “the v- you?? You're joking right? You’re the victim?” Scoffing at your claim “right and I’m in the nba”

A small laugh fell from your lips before you could catch it, you cleared your throat to hide it “anyways, were you going to help me with this or not?”

“Would I have brought these if I wasn’t?” He held up two plastic balloon pumps “I had a feeling you didn’t have one, and of course. I was right”

You rolled your eyes “yeah alright well let’s get to pumping, I’m tired of almost dying doing it the old fashioned way.”

Sitting on the floor across from you and grabbed a balloon to start with, “no one told you to take it this far, so that's on you” he shrugged

He wasn’t wrong, you were the one that wanted to do all this but it was going to be worth it in the end. At least you hoped it would be. Of course seeing his initial reaction to seeing it all would be fantastic but after that there's no telling what he’ll do.

As you both sat there with balloons starting to pile around you, you started to think about what your real plans for after college were. “Hey Ji, can I ask you a question?”

“Was that not it?” You squint your eyes back at him and he sighed, “go ahead”

“How did you know to decide on being a music major? Like I know you’re really good at all of it but how do you know that’s what you want to do forever?”

He kept his eyes on the balloon in his hand “Because it’s my outlet, my contribution to the world. It doesn’t reach many people as of right now but for those that it does reach it makes them feel something that only music can. Music is like the medicine everyone needs at some point. It makes me feel good to help people in that way and I want to be able to reach and help as many people as possible.” You had watched the way his smile grew as he spoke about his passion but quickly fell as a pink showed over his cheeks when he looked back up to see you watching his expressions.

There was a sudden pop and with that rubber and confetti was everywhere. You jumped slightly at the noise, “oh no!” You giggled “well that’s one less for him to worry about later”

“At least it wasn’t one with glitter in it” he added while dusting the pieces off of his shirt.

“Very true, that stuff never comes off” you agreed “hang on you got some in your hair”

You leaned over to pick off the few pieces that made it up there before realizing he was reaching to get those same pieces. Though instead of the paper it was your hand he grabbed.

(Que the cheesy kdrama music: Duu dudu duu dudu duu)

Your face immediately burned red as you felt a small panic rush over you. “Sorry I just-“ You laughed lightly as you pulled your hand back, “you know what, I could use a snack break” you stood up and raced to the kitchen. Oh god why am I like this? It wasn't even bad! You thought to yourself pretending to look through the cabinets. Did I make it more awkward running in here like that? Shit.

In an attempt to make it better you decided to make both of you a pb&j, but also as a thank you for helping you finish even if there wasn’t much to do. “Grape or strawberry?” You yelled with your head basically still in the fridge. There was no answer “Ji!”

“Strawberry” his response surprised you with him being much closer than you thought. He had joined you in the kitchen and was grabbing the bread from the counter behind you.

“How did you know what I was going to make?” He looked at you with a straight face. You rolled your eyes and took the bread from his hands. “Maybe I was going to use crackers, make mini pb&js.” You finished up and set them on plates at the table across from each other.

He followed behind you, sliding a glass of water to you before taking his seat. It was silent as you both sat there eating before Jihoon spoke up, “so I’m going to guess that you’re still struggling to pick your major.”

“Says who?”

“Not even 10 minutes ago you were asking how I picked mine.” He pointed out as he picked up his sandwich.

“Well what if I just wanted to get to know you better, make small talk you know?” Trying to defend yourself.

“Okay so then what did you decide on?” He questioned.

“I haven’t.” You responded sounding defeated “what if I do pick and then change my mind then I would have wasted so much time and money for nothing”

He rolled his eyes, taking another bite. “Just don’t think of it like that, think of it as broadening your horizons, explore your options. What do you enjoy doing?”

“Being with my friends? I don’t know”

“Fine, what are you good at?” He waited for an answer as you just stared back with a blank face. “Seriously? How about a planner like for parties and stuff?”

“Me? Plan things? I can’t do that” you laughed at the thought of it.

Completely at a loss for words he gets up and motions for you to follow. You do while bringing what’s left of your sandwich. He led you straight back to your brother's doorway and stood with his arms crossed. “Did you not plan this?”

“This is different. It’s a prank, not a party” you tried explaining, “this is something simple. But we should hurry and finish because he should be home soon.”

He rolled his eyes at you trying to change the subject, “yeah alright but at least think about it. It doesn’t hurt to explore all your options.” he sat on the floor and picked up another balloon. “Especially when you have no idea what you’re doing with your life.”

You scoffed and tossed a handful of deflated balloons at him “I’m sorry, is that judgement I hear?” he looked up at you with raised brows. “At least I’m trying to have fun and enjoy my life instead of staying locked away in my room.”

“I do not stay locked in my room.” He tried defending himself

“Oh my bad, locked away in the studio.” you correct yourself.

He then threw some balloons your way, “I go out and do things. I can have fun and enjoy life”

You took that as a challenge and picked up some confetti and held it in your fist, “you sure about that?”

“Y/n, what are you doing?” he put a hand up as a barrier questioning you.

“What? Are you scared?” you pulled your arm back preparing for launch.

“I just can't tell what you're throwing at me.”

“Let's find out then” as soon as you threw the paper he reached for the glitter and was ready to throw some back. “Wait wait!” you tried reaching to stop him but it was too late, it was everywhere. He was bent over with laughter as you sat there covered in glitter glaring at him. You picked up another container and sprinkled it over him, letting it fall everywhere.

His laughing slowed as he froze when he saw sparkles coming from him. He let out a short laugh before quickly grabbing your arm to keep you from dropping anymore on him. “Really?” Your first thought was to grab it with your other hand, but as you did that he caught you with a smirk

You tried pulling away but with his grip it only forced you to scoot closer to him. There was now a warmth growing on your face as you stared back at him trying to think of your next move to get out.

The smirk still on his face “now what? Are you done?”

Something dropped at the doorway forcing you to both turn to see your brother standing with his bags at his feet “what the hell is going on in here!!”

Suddenly your hands we’re free and you rushed to your feet. “Wait cheol-“

“Out of all the people and all the places! You two?! IN MY ROOM?!!!” He started towards Jihoon.

Moving yourself between them “wait wait it’s not what it looks like I swear!!”

Jihoon was up and backing away slowly “you know me.. we friends.. roomies.. just take a breath”

“Y/n go home I’ll talk to you later. You.” He point at Ji “we need to talk now.”

You grabbed your bag and basically ran out the door. it’s fine it’ll be fine I’ll check on them later. After I’m far away and he’s cooled off.

Obviously you felt bad for leaving the situation like that but what else could you do? Seungcheol was a little scary when he’s mad.

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What Happened?

Mayday piled onto the subway, wheezing. It had been a long night... She couldn't wait to just get home and collapse on the couch.

Two weeks ago, she found a band that she felt at home to...! They did rock; check. They were epic; check. And they were named Revengalon, the most awesome name for a band ever; check check check! Only one thing... They were massive bullies.

At first, it was light. Craft bombs of glitter and paper in her guitar case, she'd always laugh it off. Snipping a guitar string, hey it's happens. But tonight, they pushed too far. Maybe they wanted her to go. Maybe they didn't like her to begin with.

"Look, if you can't handle the heat, then why stay? It's just jokes. Like, literally, you're being a child."

And she blew up. And that's what caused her to run out before they performed. She didn't cry, not yet anyway; but the heated emotions were already threatening her eyelids to close.

She only did quick blinks before slumping onto a chair, shuddering out.

"... Damn... It..." she wheezed out. "Stupid jerks... Revenge-a-dumb!"

She sighed and curled up, turning her phone on and looking at it. Her screen was cracked from many clumsy accidents, but then something was added... A tear. "No, no! Don't cry! They don't... Deserve that, just shut up and stop crying!"

She violently wiped her eyes quickly every second a tear threatened to finish its journey down her cheek. Huffing out, she looked up to maybe distract herself. Only her eyes landed on something pitiful. Or... Someone.

A man with olive green skin and blue hair that was singed at the end was looking out of it. He was slumped, looking as if he had already done crying a good deed. Eyes had irises as red as his bloodshot look and he was pale. Frowning, she shifted over.

"Heeeeyyy..."

... Silence. He didn't even gaze up at her. His hand was numbly holding a phone. Taking a quick glance, she saw a fight with someone. Him worryingly asking about his hair on fire and the other person becoming defensive that it was part of the act.

"Ooh harsh..."

That caught his attention, him looking up and putting his phone in his pocket.

"Oh wait no...! S-sorry uh... I shouldn't be peeking just..."

"... 's fine..."

"... What's your name?"

Mayday quickly shifted the conversation to avoid awkwardness. His eyes glanced at her and then down at his lap.

"... Zuke."

"Zuke, huh? That's cool...! Name's Mayday!"

"... Mayday?"

"Yeah! Well, it's a nickname I'm hoping to make into a REAL name, but still!"

That earned a chuckle from the man who looked like death. She chuckled along too.

"You had a rough night?" he asked. Mayday got a little shocked before looking away.

"Ah uh... How did ya know?"

"Eh. I know what crying looks like, believe it or not."

She sheepishly giggled and sighed out.

"People can sometimes be jerks," she admitted.

"Yeah," he agreed. There was more silence as the chain jolted every now and then. Mayday got an idea.

"Hey. Are you getting off soon?"

"Oh, well... Im supposed to go to my brother's place, but... I think I'll stay on the train for a bit longer."

"Ooor what if you came with me?" she perked up. "Burgers man! Think about it! That'll help! No one cries with a burger, not unless they really tried or they were vegan."

Finally, a full laughter from him. She felt pride glowing in her chest as he sat up a bit.

"Eh... Maybe..."

"I'll pay."

"Deal. Ya drive a hard bargain," he smiled. She beamed back and stood up.

"Next stop, let's grab some! I know a place called Auntie's! She makes the BEEEST!!"

"... You know... Sure yeah," he nodded. "Let's do that. ... Thanks May."

"No prob, Zuke...!"

[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 6 (Nessian AU)

A/N: I'm sooo sorry I haven't been updated in more than two weeks. I had exams :/ Also, do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Language

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The smile Cassian plastered on his face didn’t reach his eyes. His brothers saw that. Feyre and Elain saw that. Mor and Amren knew that. He himself did. But they didn’t say anything. If it weren’t Feyre’s anniversary, he would’ve even gone home. He couldn’t though. He wouldn’t do anything that would hurt his family. So he stayed. Smiled. Joked. Laughed. Did everything he could to keep his mind from straying to a grey-eyed masterpiece.

Az and Rhys saw, he knew. They always seemed to realise everything about each other. Even if one of them had a minor headache, the other two would know. Tonight, however, none of them pushed him. They probably thought he wanted to be alone. But did he? Truly?

He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to be alone. That would make memories of their lunch rise. Of her shirt splattered with coffee on one day and blood on another. Of her pale form laying on his bed. Of her, enjoying his food. Of their shared jokes. He didn’t think he could take that.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to be around people either. He didn’t know if he could stay around people who laughed and teased. He didn’t know if he could laugh with them and actually mean it. He didn’t know if he could anytime soon.

Cass glanced at the clock. 3.00 a.m. He smiled. Whenever they gathered around in the living room, retiring early was totally off the table. The earliest they dispersed was four in the morning.

To his right, Rhys sighed. “It’s late,” he said, tucking Feyre close to his side. “Gotta go to bed.”

He smirked, but held back the joke on the tip of his tongue. After a chorus of goodnights, Rhys and Feyre told them they could stay here tonight if they wanted to and rose to go upstairs. Feyre laughed at something Rhys said and Cass felt a pang of sadness hit him.

Sadness… and something else. He knew he shouldn’t, but he envied the both of them. How easily they bantered and teased. How smooth their relationship was. He remembered how Feyre locked herself in the cabin after Rhys proposed. He remembered how she asked Mor not to let anyone in, especially Rhys. He sighed. He felt an amount of the jealousy dissipate. Probably Nesta would get together with him after their slight misunderstanding passed. If it did.

He got up to leave when Az stopped him. “You sure you’re going back?” Cass didn’t remember telling Az that he was going back. Then again he didn't need to. Az always saw everything. “You're not that… somber.”

Ah. Cass smiled. “I'll be fine, ” he reassured. Az still didn't let him go. “I'll send you a text once I'm home,” he tried. Az sighed.

“I'll be waiting for it.”

Cass looked at Mor, drunk and blabbering before stepping out of the house. He kept replaying that memory till he reached home, keeping his mind occupied. He was scared of what would happen if he kept his thoughts idle.

He informed Az that he reached home. He didn't know why going back home felt like preparing for a battle. It probably was a battle. Between her and his self-restraint. What was at stake here was his sanity. Cass sighed. He stepped in through the threshold and welcomed the darkness that enveloped him.

***

Stop crying like a baby, Nesta repeatedly reminded herself. Why should she cry? Nothing here was her fault. Nothing.

Not the fact that she let his charmed smiles bring her guards down. Not the fact that she felt alive when he said something stupidly funny. Certainly not the fact that she was slowly falling for him.

None of it was her fault. So why should she cry? Why should she stop herself from attending her own sister's anniversary? When it was all his fault.

She shouldn't be crying. She should be thinking about ways of exploiting his weaknesses. She should think about how she would portray him as the weak one. She should think about how she was going to make him regret everything.

But how could she make him regret it when she never regretted a second of it? She hated that this was where her thoughts went first. To scheming and plotting. She thought she changed. Did she regret her wish to be good? No. She reveled in it. No, she vowed herself, I would not scheme to make him beg. I'm not that Nesta anymore. I'll never be.

She was proud of herself. She never realised her self restraint was this good.

But apparently not good enough. Her thoughts drifted back to him. No, not him. Cassian. Cauldron, it'll take some time to get used to calling him Cassian. Or maybe Cass. Feyre and Rhysand called him that. Probably she would too. She thought about what he called her. Nes. She flushed. That stupid name did stupid things to her. She pretended she didn't like it. In fact, she loved it. Somehow, she wasn't ready to tell him that yet.

***

Nesta blinked open her eyes against the morning light. Her eyes were closed? It was morning already? Huh.

It took her some time for her eyes to adjust. She screamed at what she saw. Nesta scrambled back from the looming figure of Tomas, leering at her face.

“Nesta, Nesta, ” he said in his eerie voice. It became scarier with his sing-song tone. “My Nesta.” He paused. “Though I suppose you aren't mine anymore. You were still mine last time, you know. When you handed me over to the police. ”

She bared her teeth, opened her mouth to say something when his hand closed around her throat.

“But now, I suppose I can't call you mine anymore, can I? That reminds me. Where is your bodyguard? Or is that brute your boyfriend?” He spat the last word. His hand tightened around her neck.

“Do you know what he did to me? Your bastard. Did you know how he threatened me? Did you know that he smashed my bones, that it took me this long to heal?”

Some sort of savage satisfaction filled her. The fact that Cassian did all this… she smirked. It didn't go unnoticed by Tomas. He growled, the sound sending icy fingers ghosting down her spine. She hoped she didn't have to hear it again.

His hand around her throat pushed her farther back on the bed. He drew back, she let loose a relieved breath. A mistake.

His hand cracked on her cheek. He came infinitely closer to her, his hot, rancid breath glancing off her cheeks. His hand kept tightening around her throat and she wondered how she wasn’t dead yet. It was certainly bruised now.

“Look at you. So vulnerable. So killable. I’ve imagined how I would slit your throat. So many ideas. If only I could kill you in all the ways I imagined. But do you know what is the best way I could kill you?”

Nesta let him talk. He loved to hear himself talk. She subtly looked around her room, searching for anything she could use as a weapon. She looked back at Tomas. He wasn’t talking. Did he ask her a question?

“Tell me, Nesta. Do you know what is the best way to kill you?” Nesta shook her head, his hand pressed around her throat. Tomas smiled. She cringed mentally.

“I think the best way to kill you and make it hurt is to kill you slowly. You know what makes it better? Having that bastard watch you die. Let him watch the life seep out of you. And then I’ll kill him too.” he said and she felt the room closing in. Panic was slowly rising in her.

“Now, now,” he said. She supposed he meant to be cajoling but the effect his voice gave was the exact opposite. “There’s no need to panic. I told you I’ll kill you only when your bodyguard is there.”

He pulled out a knife. She gasped and pain erupted around her throat. Her lungs were burning.

“But darling,” he said. She whimpered. She hated this. She hated that she was vulnerable here. She hated that she couldn’t do anything when her death was slowly nearing. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Then his knife struck. Nothing hurt at first. Then, fiery pain whipped through her, beginning at her arm. She screamed. Pain. There was so much pain. She screamed so loud she pondered how the whole neighborhood didn’t hear anything.

***

Nesta gasped. Her eyes darted through her room. Nothing. No one. She looked at her arm. No pain. No scars. No blood. She touched her throat. It wasn’t sore. It wasn’t swollen. She got out of bed and looked at her mirror. No bruises. She let out a frustrated sound. It was a dream. A fucking dream. Or she supposed it was a nightmare. Still. It wasn’t real.

It was still five in the morning. Still quite early. She released a breath. She wouldn’t find a cab now but she could walk. It wasn’t that far. She fixed her hair and changed her clothes. She wasn’t going because she missed him. She just didn’t want to be vulnerable again. That’s all. She just wanted to know how to defend herself. Nothing else. So Nesta went to Cassian’s house, hoping that she’s making the right choice.

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Left my Heart in the Past:

James Potter x Reader

Part 13:

The smell of books and wood was all Y/N could smell, this was her favorite place in the world.. The library was quiet some students were talking, some were whispering and some are sleeping..

But this was the first time Y/N was uncomfortable in the library and it's just all because of James Potter.. No one dared to break the eerie silence between the two of them.. She calmed down, no longer angry at James.. They were still doing their potion's assignment, getting the ingredients was going to be hard but good thing Y/N knows exactly where to get the ingredients..

James Potter was deep in his thoughts, questions flooding his mind.. Why was Y/N mad at him? He steals a glance at   Y/N who was writing on her paper.. Her endearing face was showing agitation..

"Are you mad?You look mad.." James broke the silence, she looks up..

"Im not mad.." She answers, gaze falling back to the table..

James frowns, why is she like this? Sometimes she's laughing with him, joking and teasing him but there are other times where she's like this.. Cold and distant..

"Your face looks screwed up like you're mad.." He points out, Y/N's face soften up suddenly feeling insecure at how she looks..

"Im pertubed, not mad.. Just pertubed.." She explains, he just gave her a nod and they both went back to writing..

A couple minutes of silent, James looks up again and sees  Y/N 'pertubed' face..

"You still look mad.." He breaks the silence, a intese glare was instanly sent at James..

"Im not MAD!But im almost there!" She yelp at the charming guy infront of her..

"Blimey, no need to get MAD.." He emphasize the word 'mad', Y/N just rolled her eyes at him..

"Just study Potter.." Y/N closed her eye, she can feel all the stress on her body flows through her veins..

"Fine, im almost done anyway..What about you?" James asks..

"Im done, just doing some final touches.." She answers never looking up from her paper.. James just mumbles an 'okay', he was quite surprised that she was already done.. He didn't knew that she was so smart.. He was getting lost and lost in her..

Y/N was now finally done, her eyes trailing her paper, a proud smile showed on her face.. James who was staring at the smiling girl felt his world stops..

But a shiny thing wrapped in Y/N's neck caught his attention, it was a locket.. Curiousity filled his mind, he knows that she was not wearing that for the past few days she was here.. It was a locket, who was inside the locket? Is it her boyfriend?

"What's that?" He asks, his question dripping with curiousity and mostly jealousy.. She stares at James confused and dazed..

"What are you talking about?" She asks and James just grabs the locket, he couldn't control himself..

"Hey!Be careful with that!" She was about to yank back the locket when James opened it.. Y/N's world stopped, what if he recognizes Harry? What if he sees the oddly similarity between the two.. Y/N's body was in a shock state, every strength on her body was gone..

The picture in the locket made James heart stop, he sees Y/N with three other people.. But he was just focused on Y/N, the way her hair was a little messy.. And the way Y/N's dress hugged every fiber of her body.. James wanted Y/N and he was sure of it..

James eyes trail on Y/N's arm who was wrapped in a boy's arm, Y/N and the boy's arm were interlocking, like in a date..

But there was something about this raven-haired boy that oddly looks familiar to James..

Y/N was pulled back to reality, she snatch the locket away.. James looked at her in surprise, a viscious smirk forming in his face..

"You look beautiful in that picture, i would definitely steal that photo.." He jokes, a crimson red showed on Y/N's face..

Why was she blushing? This was stupid, her cheeks burning up and James seems to notice it..

"Oh my!Did--no yeah you did blush!" He jumps from his seat and did a victory dance.. The red tint in Y/N cheeks were now gone because of James actions.. He was doing a victory dance, but he was not very good.. It looks like he has two left feet..

"What in Godric's name are you doing?" She questions James with glaring daggers.. James slowly stopped when he sees  Y/N's dagger glares at him..

"D-Doing a victory dance?" James smiled sheepishly at Y/N, a loud laugh erupted from her mouth..

"You--Oh my dear--You ca-can't dance!" She said in between laughs, this was music to James ears..

"Wow!Way to kick a man down.." He playfully pouts at Y/N but she just wince at James..

"Shut up!Are you done?" She asks, crossing her arms in her chest.. James gave her a nod, Y/N takes a deep breath and lay her head in the table, burying herself in the pile of papers in the table..

"Great, you can go now, if you want..." She felt a tinged of pain in her heart.. She heard a chair moves, Y/N hears footsteps.. James left and Y/N was now all alone.. A sigh can be heard from her lips..

Y/N closed her eyes shut, she wanted James to stay.. But he sure had other plans.. She heard the chair infront of her move, looks like someone occupied the chair James used to sit in, and the next thing she knows..

Someone was holding her hand, and the one who was holding her hand and was humming a song.. Y/N's body stiffened up, she knows exactly who this person is..

But she wanted to make sure that she was right.. She wanted to be sure..

Slowly looking up, Y/N sees James Potter holding her hand, and his head was laying in the table.. He was humming to one of the Queen's song called 'Good old-fashioned Lover Boy'..

Y/N smiles at her view, he was handsome and Y/N knew deep inside her that this was no crush or infatuation.. She love the way his eyes shine when he jokes and how his smile was bejeweled, he was even more attractive because they always a riot behind his heartmelting smile..

James was just perfect, he's extremely bright and funny, and it makes her wonder if he was real.. James was also charming, he knows how to make people fall inlove with him..

Intentional or not, he makes people fall in love him without even knowing it..

Y/N tilts her head admiring the guy infront of him, James was a diamond, he shines with inner and even outer beauty.. Maybe that's why Y/N was attracted to James, he has the shine and sparkles nobody could ever take away..

James was just feeling happy, holding Y/N's hand was one of the happiest moment of his life, the rush that flows through his heart.. He was just happy, so happy that he was humming 'Good old-fashioned Lover Boy' by Queen's..

Y/N was feeling everything for James but she didn't know what it was, she never felt this way before.. She never felt attraction before, Y/N never felt fluttered, she never felt this rush in her before.. And it bothered her but she was loving every part of it, the sweet smile that she had falters when thousand negative thoughts flooded her mind..

James Potter was getting attached to Y/N and she knows this is trouble.. She have to push James away, because if not she may ruin the present and the future..

As the realization hits her, she untangled her hands away from James.. He looks up and disappointment was painted all over his face..

"I-I have to go.." She mumbles, frantically packing her things back to her bag..

"Hey-What--Are you okay?" He asks, worries dripping in his tone.. But all Y/N could think about was Harry and Lily.. She starts feeling guilty and she doesn't know the reason why.. Well maybe it's because she was holding hands with her bestfriend's father..

"It's Harry--I meant nothing!" She looks at James, she started to feel more guilty again.. James face was full with sadness and shock, a pang of guilt rushed in her veins..

"Im sorry.." She dashes out and ran far away from the library.. Y/N heard James calls from behind her, but she didn't bother to turn around..

James was left heartbroken and confused, doubts and unanswered questions run through his mind.. He was feeling happy when he held Y/N's hand, but the way you rushed out and left him was so heartbreaking..

He lets out a deep sigh, James pick up his things and left the library.. James wanted to know the reason Y/N left him in such a rush.. He wanted to barge in Y/N's room and demand answers but it was too straightforward..

Did he do something wrong? This feeling unfair, Y/N's making him anxious while she's going to sit there perfectly fine..

Also this is the dress your wearing in the yule ball, just pick one these were all beautiful!I saw this on pinterest and i swear i will buy one when i stop being a broke ass student..Anyways sorry for the late updates, and our wifi will be down for a few days i might not update for a day or so..

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Cheating Prank

Pairings: Kim Seokjin / Min Yoongi / Jung Hoseok / Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, crack

Request: "Where the boys or Y/N do a cheating prank on one another..? Ps. Just found your blog & im in love!!! Your writing is amazing😍😍😍"

A/N: There's obviously going to be a lil bit of angst because I don't think anyone would not freak out in this situation. Also, these are not all 'pranks' as it is, because I think it'd be pretty boring if all of them revolved around the same lol.

Kim Seokjin

“You're definitely hiding something from me” you snapped, standing up from the couch and leaving a halfhearted Jin along with a very panicked Jeongguk.

“No, I'm not” he defended himself, immediately going after you.

“Seriously?” you huffed, turning around before you could reach for the doorknob. “Because you're always whispering with the boys, you for some reason all of a sudden act nervous around me, you always lock yourself in the room when some certain number calls you” you started to enumerate.

“That means nothing!”

“You didn't want me to go shopping with you the other day” you kept going.

“Y/N–”

“You freaked out when I was organising your wardrobe the other day, for fucks sake!”

“Y/N, stop this, you don't have to know everything”.

“Jin hyung…” Jeongguk quietly called from the couch, starting to get up.

“So you are hiding something!” you accused him.

“Maybe I am” he shrugged, ignoring once again the boy trying to get him to shut up.

You scoffed. “I can't believe you” you shook your head in disbelief.

“Just drop it” he sighed in frustration, ready to turn around and forget the topic.

“Oh, I will” you assured him. “The truth always ends up coming to the surface anyway, so you bet–”

“I'm cheating on you!” Jin suddenly shouted out of feeling cornered, shutting you up for once and for all.

“Oh my God, no! He's proposing!” Jeongguk chimed in before you could even feel your heart starting to break. “Noona, he's proposing. I don't know why he'd say that, I guess he's too committed to making the perfect proposal but it's not worth it if you leave him. He’s a complete idiot but he loves you and he'd be miserable without you, please don't leave him”.

Who would've thought the maknae would be the one to make you go from possible exes straight to fiancés.

Min Yoongi

“Wait, wait” Yoongi mumbled, withdrawing his lips from yours. “I have something to confess”.

You raised one of your eyebrows, stilling your hands on his shoulders. “What is it?”

He looked at you uncertainly, kind of wanting to take his words back so he could keep it a secret but knowing it was already too late for it now.

“Do you remember… last week when we were both exhausted from work and I was horny but you just wanted a massage?” you chuckled at the memory, nodding your head for him to go on. “Okay, I– um…” he cleared his throat, “I cheated that night…”

The smile in your face? Yeah, that was long gone. Not even a second after, you were already off his lap, getting up to go get your bag and rush out of there.

“Was this before or after I gave you that blowjob?” you stared at him with ice cold eyes. “No, you know what? It doesn't matter, either way you're disgusting”.

He frowned in confusion, instantly standing up to stop you from leaving. “Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't think it'd upset you this much–”

“You–” a humorless laugh escaped your mouth, “how could I not get upset when you just told me you cheated on me?!”

That's when it hit him – his heart speeding up in panic.

“Wait, no!” he practically shouted with wide open eyes. “I did not cheat on you, I cheated in the game”.

“What?”

“We played Uno to decide who would get what they wanted, remember?” he grabbed your hand, pulling you closer. “I was like, really horny, so I cheated to win…”

“Oh” you simply said, feeling your heart calm down and no longer hurting. “I knew that” you confessed, at which he looked at you in disbelief.

“You knew?”

“Yeah, I just let it pass because seeing you so concentrated and determined to win kinda put me in the mood, so…” you shrugged, gazing away from his eyes.

Yoongi smiled brightly, pressing a kiss under your jaw. “You're the best”.

“I know” you giggled. “But you do owe me a massage”.

Jung Hoseok

“Baby!” Hobi's lips broke into a smile the second he saw you leaving the studio. “What are you doing here?” he wondered, suddenly realising how late it was.

“Hey, Hoseok-ie” you greeted, smiling nervously. “I was just–”

“So same hour tomorrow?” Jimin distractedly asked as he came out of the same room Hobi had just seen you go out of. “I'm heading to the dorms if you w– Hobi hyung!” he nervously said as well once he finally noticed him by your side.

“Jimin-ah?” he squinted his eyes in suspicion. “What were you guys…”

“Um… Taehyung-ssi is calling me” your friend interrupted him, taking out his phone, “I better get going” he announced, leaving the two of you alone.

“Y/N?” Hoseok sounded almost scared to ask. “What were you guys doing in there?”

“Cheating on you, obviously” you stupidly said out of nervousness, in a poor attempt of cutting off the tension.

After seeing his face, though, you knew you had done the complete opposite.

“You wouldn't, right?” he mumbled. “Much less with one of my members” you took a step forward, grabbing his hand.

“Hobi–”

“Y/N, we're getting married next week, please tell me you're joking”.

“Of course I am joking!” you quickly admitted. “That was such a stupid thing for me to say, I'm so sorry” you pouted, feeling guilty as ever.

Hoseok sighed, letting you wrap your arms around his figure and press your face against his chest.

“What were you doing then?”

You whined, feeling embarrassed. “Jimin has been teaching me how to slow dance because I suck and I want to be on your level for our first dance”.

You heard him laugh under his breath, this time wrapping his arms around you, too. “So you're telling me Jimin-ie has been slow dancing with my girl this whole time?” you nodded. “I'm supposed to be the one you're dancing with!” he lightly shoved you away from him.

“You'll get to see me make a fool of myself for the rest of your life so who's the real winner, huh?” you smirked.

He mirrored your expression, giving in to both your words and smile. “You still owe me like… a lot of slow dances” you giggled at his serious words, “and infinite kisses”.

“I'm on it, sunshine” you hummed, standing on your tiptoes to comply to his last request.

Kim Namjoon

“Have you ever cheated on me?” you carelessly asked whilst playing with his hands.

Being past one in the morning and way too far gone in one of your deep late night conversations, that question came to your mind and you just asked it, because you knew for a fact he would never.

Which is why you felt a twinge in your heart after he slowly nodded his head.

“You have?” you whispered.

“Once, like two months ago” he admitted. As your heart started to speed up, he gave you a side smile and added: “In a game”.

“Ugh, I hate you” you rolled your eyes, softly slapping his arm.

Namjoon laughed at how gullible you were, before he turned serious. “Have you?”

“Well, now that you ask” you bit your lip, “yes, I have”.

“Yeah? In what game?” he playfully questioned.

“With an idol, actually…”

His cheeky expression was soon replaced with a frown.

“It was at an award show, almost two months into our relationship” you began to narrate.

“Y/N…” he did not like where this was going to.

“He was just so hot, Namjoon-ie” you sighed in a dreamy way, only making his heart hurt. “He got off from stage and pulled me into one of the empty dressing rooms and, fuck, he was so good, I just couldn't say no”.

“But…” his eyebrows furrowed even more, “that sounds exactly like what I–” he shut his mouth, glaring at both you and the mischievous smile that had just started curving up your lips. “Does said idol, by any chance, go by the stage name of RM?”

“You know him?” you jolted up, excitedly looking into his eyes.

He rolled his eyes, letting his body slump down on your bed. “You're the worst” he accused you.

You threw your head back as a laugh abandoned your throat. Placing your hand on his chest, you leaned in to meet his lips.

“Was he as good as you said though?” he wondered with a raised eyebrow.

“He was amazing, trust me” you seductively winked at him, loving the smug smile that covered his face at your words.

“I'm glad you had a good time cheating on me then”.

[dreamifics]

Left my Heart in the Past

James Potter x Reader

Part 10:

You lie awake in bed, the silence of your room was enabling you to overthink. Flashes of what happend earlier was showing in your mind, the way James looked at you like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, and you his prey..

You know how uncomfortable you are with the way he stared at you but somehow you longed and yearned for it.. You glance at your watch and saw that it was 11pm but you still can't fall asleep.. You sit up on your bed, looking around to do something.. You saw your trunk, and lying there was the clothes you were wearing the night you time travelled..

You stand up, reaching the plain gray pajamas.. You pick it up when something fall from its pocket..

A small box with a ribbon on top, your forehead creased in confusion.. You have never seen this thing before, you picked it up and examined it.. But nothing was out of the normal, you gave in and opened it..

There was a locket and a note inside it, who gave this to you? You softly pick the locket up, it look so beautiful.. You opened it and there it was..

A picture of you, Hermione, Ron and Harry.. This was the Yule Ball, you guys cleaned up nice, while they went with their dates, you came alone.. But Draco did offer you to dance, that was uncalled for but you accept.. You ended up stepping at his foot which caused the two of you to bicker and it leads to a fight..

A smile formed in your face, but a heavy sigh escaped your lips, letting your head drop.. Tears welled up in your eyes, throat closing up as you breath shakily.. You picked up the note that was inside the box, a tear escaped your eyes as you shakily opens the note..

Dear Y/n,

     You entered into my life when I didn't expect it at all, I guess i should thank the troll who have gotten inside the girl's lavatory because i never would have met you..I suppose all thing's have silver linings even the one that almost killed us..

A laugh erupted from your lips but there were still tears strolling down your cheeks.. You remembered the way Ron took down the troll and how you and Hermione were hiding.. The troll accidentally got in when someone accidentally let in, Hermione took the fall and that's how you met Hermione Granger..

     —I also remember how we got stuck inside a room with a three-headed dog, i recall how you wanted to pet it.. That was pretty stupid of you, but the way you kick Draco's arse at Quidditch is one of the smartest thing you have ever done! Im just joking, the two of us are the only smart people in our house..

You were laughing but tears were streaming down your cheeks, the way Rom screamed at the three-headed dog and how they looked at you like you were crazy when you said you wanted to pet it..

     —So i give you this locket as a token of our friendship..Why a locket? Because i remember when we went to Hogsmeade you said something about wanting to have a locket but you didn't find any. I saw how disappointed you are, so i owl my Mother and asked her to buy me a locket so i can give it to you..

This made you miss them more, you wanted to run in their arms and say 'i love you'.. You weren't the 'i love you' person, you barely even said those three words..

—I wanted to give this to you in person but you barely have time to talk, you don't even eat dinner anymore and when i get to our room your drop dead in bed.. So here is this locket with the picture of us at the Yule Ball, we were so happy..

I know we all promised to moved in together after Hogwarts so we won't be away from each other..But if there ever comes a day when we all can't be together, keep us in your heart and we'll stay there forever..

-Hermione Granger           

Your tears were now strolling down your cheeks, you wanted to sob but afraid that you'll wake up someone.. You take a shaky breath and put the necklace on your neck.. Brushing the hair off from your neck..

You stand up and wipe your face with your hands, you make your way to the bathroom to rinse off the tear stains in your cheeks.. But as you reached the bathroom door, you heard voices coming from the common room.. You stop in your tracks, you wanted to listen in.. But your parents didn't raise a nosy kid, and that used to be true.. Until you met your friends, and now all of you are getting involved at some of Hogwarts adventure..

And you finally came to a decision, slowly walking to the common room but you decided to hide.. And you saw James, Remus, and Sirius they were whispering but you can't make it out.. So you scoot closer more, badly wanting to hear what they were saying.. But still nothing, you let out a sigh and was about to walked away when you knocked over a decoration from the wall..

Your eyes widen at your clumsiness, and you heard some shuffles from the common room.. You heard footsteps that was getting close to you, so you did what a rational person would do..

You run as fast as you can, your used to running.. You ran away from trolls, spiders, and a goblin.. But that goblin was overreacting, you just pet it's head and threw a fit.. You finally reached the bathroom, so you walked inside and did what you were supposed to do, before you decided to become a nosy wit..

This is a filler because im busy with school, im sorry you guys.. But i also want to remind you guys that this is a AU without Voldemort sooo, stay safe y'all!!Also under this is the picture of the locket, i just saw it on pinterest..

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