#i whipped this up in the 10 minutes i had before my next class

[slytherinshua]

ON THE BLEACHERS

summary. your boyfriend is unapologetically whipped for you. here are all the things he does!!! genre. fluff. headcanons. christmassy juyeon!!! warnings. a lil violence mention. juyeon is adorable. not proofread. other than that nothing but fluff <3 pairing. jock!juyeon x nerd!fem!reader. (not specifically like nerd but... mentioned that reader wins a science fair and aces a test etc so leaning more towards jock x nerd trope.) wc. 1.8k. request. requested by 🗿 anon. a/n. i literally had SO many thoughts for this juyeon like OH MY GOD. net. @deoboyznet

jock!juyeon who was always obvious with his admiration for you even before he confessed. the entire school knew that he only had eyes for you and it was just a matter of when you would get together. the football team celebrated even more than juyeon when you became his girlfriend because they thought he would finally shut up about you. oh, how wrong they were…

jock!juyeon who simply can’t shut up about you!! sometimes he’ll just be talking to himself out loud, wondering what date he should take you on, what you would like as a gift, or what time you were free, etc. other times he’s yapping his teammates’ ears off about you because he’s so in love. he’s telling everyone about how you won the science fair that year, how you got 100 on your recent test, or how you slayed your english presentation (he knew because he missed his math class to watch you through the door). when it comes to you, he just can’t shut up, he’s so in love…

jock!juyeon who hears his teammates tease him all the time, calling him whipped or a simp. he couldn’t care less… in fact he’s proud of the fact that he’s absolutely whipped for you. because it’s you!! you deserve all the attention and affection you get from juyeon and he would never let petty comments from his teammates second guess how he acts around you. most of them are just mad that they can’t pull someone as gorgeous as you, anyway. at least, that’s what juyeon told you in a very upset ramble after-the-fact. you had to kiss away his pout.

jock!juyeon who wouldn’t hesitate to think with his fists if he ever heard them talking shit about you. he knows you would never advise physical fights, but he can barely control his anger when he hears something foul come out of someone’s mouth followed by your name. he’ll try his best to harshly shut them down with just words, but if they persist, his fists might just land on their nose. he has to sit through your scolding after the fact, but he would do it again in a heart beat. he doesn’t even care if he got suspended.

jock!juyeon who has no regard for being on time to classes or practice. his only concern is walking you to your classes, holding your hand in the hallway, giving you a sweet smile and wishing you luck before a test, and, of course, getting a kiss on the cheek before the bell rings. there’s rarely a day when he’s not 5-10 minutes late. he’s also extremely forgetful with his mind only being focused on you that he has to rely on you to have his textbooks and schedule for his next class. he was a little bashful at first when you’re handing him his textbooks and notebook and ushering him off to his class as you step into yours. but now he’s gotten used to it, and he quite likes it. especially when you leave little notes inside his notebook.

jock!juyeon who sprints through the hallways despite the no running policy after first quarter is done because second quarter is history which is a shared class he has with you. he literally gets to your classroom before you’ve even finished packing your bag. of course, he carries all your books and your bag for you regardless of if you have a shared class but especially this time since you’ll be walking in together. he always sits next to you, even the teacher can’t separate you two because he’ll find a way back to your desk sdkjskd. he always nudges your feet under the table or writes little notes on the paper if you’re not allowed to talk in class. you have to force him to pay attention with the bribe of kisses after school (which is always an effective bribe). he can’t even focus on taking notes or listening to the lesson because he’s too busy staring at you the entire time. but if you’re tired in class he will kindly offer to take notes for you both instead and he really does focus hard on writing everything down. his technique for note taking is lacking a bit but it’s still functional and informative enough for you that you don’t mind </3 it’s obvious that he tried his best for you and that is enough to warm your heart :(

jock!juyeon who is on the basketball team as well as the football team. whether it’s football or basketball, he’s the mvp and ace of both teams. although, his playing is wildly affected by you. he plays his best when he talks to you before games and knows you’re in the audience watching him. he’ll make every shot, and carry the entire team easily. but when you’re not there his game is completely off. he’ll miss shots that were easy, he’ll stumble and fall or even get injured and have to go to the nurse’s office. his brain is completely foggy when you’re not there or if there’s anything going on with you that he’s concerned about. especially when you’re sick or not at school for some reason the only thing he can think about is you. his coaches barely have to ask when they see that he’s not playing as well as normal— it’s always something to do with you. they let him take a short break to text you, and oftentimes, it gets his game right back where it should be.

jock!juyeon who swears his heart fell out of his chest when he first saw you wearing his basketball jersey. something in his brain or dna just SHIFTED right then and there he’s so obsessed. the second he saw you he kissed you so desperately like omg you looked SO pretty in his jersey he went absolutely insane. he always leaves his freshly washed jerseys in your locker and whenever you show up wearing them to watch him practice or his games he plays better than EVER. his coaches aren’t too happy about the fact that he keeps “misplacing” his jerseys and uniforms, but they order new ones for their star player regardless. they know their sports team would be in the dirt without juyeon. his talent always makes up for any recklessness he pulls.

jock!juyeon who always searches for you in the crowd before the game starts so he knows exactly where to look when he scores. he’ll blow you kisses or just smirk and wink at you when he scores an impressive point. or when he’s playing basketball he’ll point to you in the crowd and smile so everyone knows he’s always playing for you. although he’s attractive enough that several girls on the cheerleading team would kill to have a chance with him, their thoughts are immediately shut down the first game, as they watch from the sidelines as juyeon dedicates every last field goal to you.

jock!juyeon who loves to take you to the gym or field for extra practices with just him. you usually do schoolwork on the bleachers or grass while he runs laps or drills some hoops. usually it’s productive for the first half an hour or so until juyeon gets too bored of having you there but not paying attention to him. he might teach you some shots or coach you on how to handle the ball. other times he’s more interested in kissing you while you try (and fail) to focus on your science homework…

jock!juyeon who asks you out to prom and homecoming and all the school events just like any other boy with a crush would. everyone in the school knows you’ll go together and knows you’ll be accompanying him everywhere even if he didn’t ask. but juyeon loves preparing flowers and a big banner and all the extra stuff possible when asking you out, so even though you’ve been happily together for months, he’ll still ask you out as if you weren’t even dating yet. he still gets all warm in the face when you say yes.

jock!juyeon who is your biggest motivator. you barely notice how important he is to your life because he’s always there 24/7. but on the rare occasion that he stays home sick or can’t make it for any reason, you, too, struggle to focus on your classes. you’re so worried about him, it just comes so naturally. he’s not on your mind front and center as much as you are on his, but he’s always there in the back of your mind regardless. you care about him just as much as he cares about you, you’re just more covert in your way of showing it. while you prefer quieter actions like kissing his cheek, cheering from the sidelines, or writing him notes for his classes, juyeon wears his heart on his sleeve. he’s dedicating every single second of his life to you, and making sure everyone around him knows that you are his.

jock!juyeon who follows you around like a lost puppy. he really just lets you take the lead, he’s just happy as long as he’s beside you. the only thing is, he has to be holding your hand. he’s really big on that. always holding your hand in the hallways, only letting go when the second bell rings. he holds your hand during lunch too, and if he can't, his hand is around your waist or on your thigh. he’s so clingy and touchy, but you love it. the only time you won’t allow him to be clingy is when he’s sweaty from a game or practice. but this boy will take a shower so fast just so you agree to hug him again.

jock!juyeon who is hard on himself when he doesn’t play well during games. he still feels the pressure of being the mvp of the team even though he has great support from his coaches and you. if anything happens during the game, he blames himself. you always have to cheer him up and talk him through what went wrong. telling him it’s not his fault and that he did the best he could. he’ll only feel better once he hears your soft words while patting his back. and you always make sure to give him a kiss when you’re done talking too <3

jock!juyeon who shares all his highs with you. when he got accepted onto the national team for university, you’re right there with him congratulating him and being his biggest cheerleader. he’s there through your biggest highs as well, more proud of you than anyone else when you got into your dream university. he was honestly sweating it before you opened your acceptance letter because your dream university happened to be the one he got into on scholarship, and he was so scared he’d have to spend his university years apart from you. he couldn’t be happier that he’ll be right by your side throughout university as well. he hopes after those years, he’ll not only be able to call you his girlfriend, but also see a ring on your finger.

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[lottielov3r]

needy

summary- shauna gets needy while you cook

warnings: smut. not proofread!

first fic! thank you to the anon who requested. 1000+ word count.

"babeeee, are you almost done?" shauna whines out as she wraps her arms around you from behind. you'd had been cooking for hours trying to perfect a meal for your culinary class. "give me like 30 minutes baby then you'll have all my attention, okay?" you say while you continue to vigorously stir the sauce you're making, being careful to not burn it.

shauna sits and waits at the counter for 10 minutes before getting impatient again. she jumps on the counter next to you as you cook, dipping her finger in the sauce in an effort to get your attention. "shauna! you could've burned yourself and messed up my sauce!" you yell with an angry undertone to your words as you look up at her on the counter, looking slightly irate. "i'm sorry but i've been waiting patiently and you've been ignoring me." she murmurs with a slight pout, it getting deeper when you let out a chuckle. "i'm trying to get an A my love, as tempting as you are, i need to focus." shauna frowns at the sound of your words as she jumps down from the counter, still watching your every move.

she watches how the muscles in your hand flex when you stir, how you softly groan when you mess something up, how you whine when you burn yourself with the hot grease, and how you're still not paying any attention to her. "y/n please, i can't feel like this anymore." she whispers from behind you, letting out a gasp when you quickly whip around and lift her onto the counter. "sit here and look pretty until i'm done. if you can't wait then go take care of yourself honey, i'm almost done." you press a soft kiss to her lips before turning back around to the dish, leaving her wanting more.

shauna rubs her thighs together slightly as she waits for you finish cooking, whining louder the longer you take. her eyes light up as you finally plate the dish before turning to her with a fork in your hand. she happily grabs the fork gently and brings the food up to her mouth but she pouts when you take the fork back to try the food yourself, sauce being left on the side of your mouth. she stares at your lips as she brings her thumb up to the corner of your mouth to wipe the sauce off before bringing her thumb to her own, moaning slightly when it finally touches her tongue, speaking up after swallowing. "this is really good babe, i can see why you worked so hard on it." she says as she gets down from the counter and wraps her arms around your neck letting one hand softly caress your face.

"it would've been better if i didn't have a distraction." you chuckle out as you lean your head into her neck, kissing it softly. she gasps softly when you kiss her neck, letting out a choked moan when you start to bite down slightly. "you've been so needy baby, just let me take care of you now." you say as you lift her back onto the counter, kissing her lips before making your way down to her neck again and sucking roughly.

she leans her head back to give you better access and bucks her hips, silently begging you to take care of her. you pull away from her neck, lips swollen, admiring how she looks with your markings on her. "so pretty.." you murmur as you softly run your fingers over the dark hickeys you left on her pale skin, smiling when you notice how her deep brown eyes are silently begging. you decide to give her what she wants and slowly spread her thighs, looking up at her when you notice a wet patch already showing through her shorts. "you're pretty worked up my love, i'm sorry i made you wait so long. do you wanna go up to the bedroom?" she quickly shakes her head, not trusting her mouth, she wants you now. "just..please." she whispers out as she tries to roll her hips against your hand. she whimpers when you pull her closer to the edge of the counter, caressing her milky thighs. you pull her shorts down and gawk at how wet she truly is, just for you. you smile when she bucks her hips again, you know she's desperate but you needed to establish patience. after all, you've had it for her ever since you started cooking. you shush her as you pull her underwear down her legs, her slickness creating a sticky resistance to your efforts. you kneel down and press a kiss to her throbbing clit before licking a long stripe up her slit, the guttural moan you receive in return is like music to your ears. "don't tease me please, i need you so bad right now." you look up at her while sucking on her clit, knowing the eye contact will drive her crazy. she moans as she starts to roll her hips, humping your face sporadically.

she spreads her legs automatically when she feels your hand moving up her thigh and to her core. you tease her entrance with your fingers and let out a moan when you feel just how easy it was going to be to fuck her. you shove two fingers inside of her as you continue to abuse her clit, hitting the spots that you know so well.

"m-more i need more." she chokes out as you start to pick up the pace, the sounds of you fucking her making her eyes roll back. you look up at her and press a kiss to her clit before speaking up, "i think you can handle three honey, just be a good girl and relax for me. stop me if it's too much." her eyes widen and her lips part as her head leans back, she lets out a long moan at the thought of you pushing her limits. she nods her head quickly and scoots closer to your hand.

you slowly insert a third finger, stilling at the pained moan she lets out before kissing her thigh and gently moving your hand. you watch her face contort from pain to pleasure as you start to pump your fingers faster and bring your mouth back to her puffy clit. you feel her clench around you, her hips stutter as they rise to meet yours hand, and you know shes close. you use your thumb to rub her clit and you bring your lips up to hers, pouting when she can't kiss back from moaning and whining. "i love you shauna, you're doing so good my love." shauna lets out a animalistic moan at your words, clenching around you harder. you pick up the pace and kiss her neck while whispering sweet nothings to her, trying to push her to the edge. she moans your name as her legs start to shake slightly before stilling and letting out a choked cry.

you help her come down from her orgasm as you kiss her forehead softly. "good job baby, you did so good." she moans again at your words before hissing and moving away from your hand. "too much?" you say as you bring your hand to your mouth and suck her off of your fingers. "mhm but thank you baby." she grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss before smiling and speaking.

"your food got cold."

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i hope you enjoy it anon! kinda wish my first fic wasn't smut and it honestly sucks BUT if you have any other requests pls send them!

[jenscx]

ANAGAPESIS — nakamura kazuha x f!reader

you never would have thought of losing feelings for someone you love. but when the transfer student causes a rift, you start to entertain the possibility.

TAGS — angst, slight yunjinxreader, best friends, unrequited pining(?), jealousy

WORDCOUNT — 3.9k

anagapesis, your literature teacher had said once. it meant to no longer feel affection for someone you loved. the japanese was unable to pronounce it and you had simply corrected her. it took about 10 minutes until she could say it. within those 10 minutes, you two became best friends. or, as best friends middle schoolers could be— exchanging snacks during break time, taking turns to push each other at the swings and standing up for each other when sunwoo from the class next door bullied you two.

anagapesis.

was it fate when you met kazuha? maybe it was. every single decision that a 10 year old y/n made led up to your meeting with her. kazuha was your best friend. forever and ever, you had stated to her one day.

“pinky promise?”

“of course!”

you reach no further than the first year of high school when you realise your true feelings. (and coming to terms with the fact that, yes, you were madly in love with your best friend.)

“first period’s chemistry,” kazuha sighs, “new class but i think yujin’s still there. can’t forget the last time she spilled iodine on my uniform, i hope mr lee doesn't put us together.”

you hum in acknowledgment.

“i hope you’re my partner.” you turn to kazuha, a mocking smirk on your face, “i’m like, last in class for chemistry. pretty sure i would spill acid and not iodine on you.”

kazuha rolls her eyes playfully. “you’re like second last, not last.”

you hesitate for a second before asking, “second last in chemistry but first place in your heart?” the japanese girl giggles.

fuck, you think.

“yeah. first place in my heart,” she says and you can’t help but think of the glimmer in her eyes and her gummy smile. and in your heart, you pray that mr lee doesn’t put the two of you as partners. you’re not sure how long more you could survive if kazuha looks as pretty as aphrodite every day.

liar, your head says, you would jump for joy if you could spend every second with her.

you ignore that thought and the bell rings with kazuha’s resounding groan.

your eyes dart to the teacher who was currently peering over his laptop screen.

“everyone ready? i’ve sent the spreadsheet of partners for this semester. please check it and get into your pairs,” he instructs. you take in a sharp breathe as you read over the list of students’ names.

you’re paired up with huh yunjin, a rather enthusiastic girl from the states. it was a relief that you weren’t partnered up with a weirdo. yunjin was nice and helpful. thank god. you take a glance at kazuha, whose eyebrows are furrowed and you wonder if she’s paired up with ahn yujin again.

“rei? naoi rei?” you stare at kazuha curiously. she repeats the girl’s name like a mantra and you wonder, is your best friend okay?

“y/n, is naoi rei from japan? is she a transfer student? do you know if she’s from tokushima? does she have bangs with black hair?” kazuha suddenly asks and it’s the most korean you’ve heard her speak.

“uhm,” you mumble, “i’m not… sure?”

your best friend is wide eyed, a look of surprise and awe on her face as students flurry by to find their partner. it’s easy to spot yunjin. her height makes her stand out but kazuha has a harder time finding her partner. rei. her name sounds awfully familiar, maybe kazuha has spoken about a friend called rei before.

“zuha-chan, is that you?” a voice speaks out in japanese. you whip your head and the cutest girl you’ve ever seen is standing right before kazuha.

“are you… do you remember me?” rei blurts out, “you were from the same school as me right? back in japan?” now, you and yunjin were standing awkwardly by the side as the two japanese conversed in their mother tongue. a gasp of exhilaration is heard and you feel a pang of envy when kazuha squeals and runs into rei’s arms.

yunjin nudges you slightly.

“you okay?”

you nod wordlessly and you two walk away from the childhood friends. despite being a few tables away from kazuha and rei, you can still hear their conversation clear as day. you try not to listen in, but is it really eavesdropping if they’re not being quiet?

“i never thought i would meet you again! i’ve missed you so much!” kazuha exclaims.

“me neither… wow,” you can hear the affection in rei’s tone and it makes you want to throw up, “you’re still super pretty and cute.”

you pray she means it in a, ‘gals being pals’ way.

“how long has it been? a decade? how’s your parents doing?”

“they miss you, said they preferred you over me,” rei laughs and you hate how kazuha chuckles back.

at this point, yunjin has given up trying to get your attention and she’s more focused on how your expression sours everytime kazuha giggles at one of rei’s jokes.

“hey,” she snaps her fingers in front of your face which finally works, “are you jealous? in the gay way? or the best friend way?”

you roll your eyes at her and clench your fists tightly.

“both.” while you weren’t the closest to yunjin, you were pretty comfortable telling her your worries and troubles. after all, you bonded before in detention by annoying the fuck out of the teacher in charge.

“yeah, childhood friends meeting again years later. that’s a fanfiction trope right there and you can’t do anything about that.” you stare at her, confused.

yunjin grins, “maybe it’s fate.”

fate. maybe it’s fate. you swallow a lump in your throat. maybe it’s fate that brought kazuha and rei together. maybe it’s like yunjin said, i can't do anything about it.

and if this were a movie, you would be the second lead standing in between the main couple, portrayed as the jealous and insecure best friend who has loved the main lead secretly all these years, only for them to be swept away by a childhood friend.

and fuck. the realisation hits you like a truck.

“i don’t mean to make you upset,” yunjin says, twirling a pen while staring right at kazuha and rei, “but i think rei might just replace you soon if that is any indication.”

kazuha’s warm hand is intertwined with rei’s and you hate it. you hate everything about it. the fact that you envy rei’s position right now. the fact that you know kazuha isn’t one to cosy up to someone so easily. the very fact that it took you more than a year for kazuha to finally be comfortable with hugs.

and rei did it all in an hour. yunjin sends a comforting smile your way. your heart breaks, at the sight of rei and kazuha together and how yunjin’s gaze is full of pity and sympathy.

out of the corner of your eye, you see kazuha’s grin, wider than it ever was when she was with you. you grip the edge of your seat in distraught as rei yells out a string of encouragement. kazuha stops on court and sends her a thumbs up.

everytime you did that, she would just smile nervously without looking at you.

it hurts so much you turn away from the court entirely.

“hey!” you look up from your feet. yunjin’s leaning against the railing separating the seats and the basketball court. “are you here for me?” she jokes and it’s so obvious that she had seen what had happened.

“no,” you giggle, appreciating her distraction, “i’m here for the enemy.” yunjin pouts.

“aw, then who would be my biggest supporter?”

you nod towards the fan club watching both of you intently. a bunch of girls holding up a large sign reading, ‘fighting huh yunjin!’

before yunjin speaks again, a figure slides up to the railing beside her.

“hi, y/n.” your eyes darts to yunjin for help. the american stifles her laughter at your distress.

“uhm,” you mutter unintelligently, not expecting to get kazuha’s attention.

“y/n’s here as my supporter! shoo, don’t take her away,” yunjin swats at kazuha like she’s a fly.

the japanese girl mumbles something but you can barely hear her. suddenly, yunjin’s demeanour changes.

“what? we were always friends,” yunjin replies back defensively.

kazuha frowns. “since when?”

yunjin looks like she’s about to snap at kazuha and you plead with your eyes for her to remain civil. the whistle blows and the basketball game has to start. you can see the angry red blush spreading over kazuha’s neck while yunjin stomps grumpily to her spot. the sight would be funny if you weren’t caught in the middle of their argument.

when kazuha goes to rei after the match, you feel your heart splitting into two. she chose rei, over you.

your best friend, the same one that had promised to protect you from harm, had broken your heart a total of two times. and all in one year, surely record-breaking for the sweetest girl you’ve ever befriended. little did you know she was about to hit a new high.

“you could just confess after prom. or before, so that if she reciprocates you guys can go together,” yunjin explains, her mouth full of a bite of ice cream.

kazuha had decidedly stopped going home with you after school and yunjin took up the role of your closest friend.

“maybe,” you would never confess in this lifetime, but you say it just to placate yunjin, “I’m never gonna do it face to face though. only if she corners me about it.”

“coward,” yunjin laughs.

you shrug. “most i’ll do is write a letter then move to america where she can’t find me.”

yunjin halts in her steps and turns to look at you.

“america? you wanna go to america?”

“yeah? why not. i mean, i’m fluent in english and it would be fun, wouldn’t it? i could apply for a scholarship,” you smile. yunjin’s gaze is full of contemplation and curiosity.

she continues licking her ice cream.

“y/n, i’m being completely serious now, if i were to, hypothetically, invite you to move into my family’s apartment in new york, would you be keen?” you’ve never seen yunjin so serious before that it unnerves you ever so slightly.

“well,” you say, a light tone accompanied with your words, “if, hypothetically, all my expenses would be covered by the huh yunjin, i would be keen.”

“i’m serious, y/n!”

you giggle. “yes, yunjin. let’s go to america together after graduation.”

yunjin’s face brightens up and it’s like her whole world is complete. you can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out when she lifts your body up and spins you around like a doll.

your hold on her is tight and comforting, but you can’t help but feel the kazuha sized hole in your heart ache.

leaving korea would mean leaving kazuha. and were you okay with that? your head is swarmed with thoughts on the trek back home.

“so,” kazuha says cautiously, “what are you planning to do after high school?” it’s been a few days since your conversation with yunjin and after many, many sleepless nights full of research and convincing your parents, you were finally granted permission to go out of the country.

you’re not sure whether to lie or tell the truth. you decide to do the latter.

“i have a scholarship for america— new york university,” you reply casually, and it’s the one time you’re hoping kazuha doesn’t pay attention to you.

the japanese girl falls silent. and it’s deafening.

“oh,” she says after a while, “are you going with yunjin?”

your eyes widen. “how’d you know?”

kazuha grimaces. “it’s all she can talk about during practice.”

“oh, then why’d you ask me?” you question. there’s a flash of exasperation on kazuha’s face as she mutters harshly, “i wanted to hear it from you first.”

you tilt your head.

“aren’t you and rei going back to japan?” rei’s name leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

“hm? yeah.”

you feel your stomach tighten and your chest squeezes uncomfortably.

“that’s great,” you grit your teeth, “have fun with her.” kazuha stares at you and you feel naked with her gaze. for a moment, it reminds you of way back before rei, before yunjin, and when it was just you and kazuha.

the next time you see your best friend (or ex-best friend), it’s during another basketball match, but today, they were going against one of the rival schools. you head into the gymnasium, seats already filled up with supporters from both schools and the players getting ready on court. you sweep your eyes over the players, smiling when yunjin spots you.

‘come here,’ she mouths. you shake your head but yunjin pouts. her pleading eyes are too much for you to resist, so you walk to the railings, eyebrow raised.

“aren’t you meant to be warming up, jen?” you ask quietly. her teammates pause their activity when they see yunjin hanging around the railings. unbeknownst to you two, anger radiates from one of her teammates.

“yeah, but i wanted to give you something first.” yunjin grins and takes off the necklace hanging on her neck. she gestures for you to lean forward, and as you do, the necklace carrying a snake charm is attached on your neck now.

yunjin sighs contentedly, “it’s my most prized possession from my grandma. but i think, i want you to wear it.”

your eyes widen.

“yunjin, seriously?”

the basketballer only winks, “yeah, so now i have two good luck charms.”

just like before, your bubble bursts when someone approaches you.

“y/n.”

yunjin straightens up and you wave shyly at kazuha.

“hi, kazuha.”

the japanese’s eyes dart to the necklace not so discreetly and a disapproving frown takes over her face.

“can i talk to you alone?” she mutters to you. the american girl chuckles and pats kazuha on the back, “c’mon, talk to her later, kay. we have a game now.”

after a few seconds, kazuha glares at yunjin and then storms away. you sigh guiltily while yunjin just yawns.

they lose the game and you can tell kazuha is fuming when she finally gets the chance to talk to you.

her eyes are gleaming with rage and her knuckles are bruised. she definitely tried to hit her locker in the changing room, you thought.

“so, uhm, what’s up?” you say awkwardly.

kazuha stays silent for a while, which isn’t unusual, but in a setting like this, it makes you incredibly nervous.

“i’m pissed.”

“okay?”

“i don’t like yunjin,” she hisses, “stop being so close to her. she’s not good for you. and why do you keep flirting with her? are you dating her?”

you’re taken aback. your best friend, kazuha, was always calm, quiet and friendly. the kazuha standing in front of you, jealous and angry. you don’t like it.

“who i’m dating is none of your concern.”

“so you are dating her,” kazuha states. if she didn’t look like she was one second from punching someone, you would laugh, because it was so far away from the truth.

“no, i’m not. please stop assuming things.”

“how can i not assume things when you never tell me stuff anymore?” she hisses out.

you sigh, “zuha, i do try to tell you things. but you’re always busy.” with rei.

“so it’s my fault now?”

“i never said that. yunjin’s waiting for me, and you’re being childish right now. text me when you want to talk again.”

anagapesis. you go through it with every passing second kazuha isn’t by your side.

“fine. i’ll text you later. get home safe.”

and the realisation strikes here. the once fluttering words of care and concern no longer make you feel exhilaration. you aren’t losing kazuha. she’s losing you.

prom approaches and you don’t make a move to ask out kazuha. you already assume she’s going with rei and you had decided to go with yunjin in light of this.

you go dress shopping and yunjin’s presence helps to fill the emptiness of kazuha. yunjin skims the shops and ends up with an emerald green dress that you definitely approve of, while you end up deciding between a matching blue one or a purple one.

midway through your dilemma, your phone beeps.

zuha 🤍 [1.27pm]:

get the blue one

you swerve around, eyes darting for kazuha but she’s nowhere to be seen.

“you’re getting which one?” yunjin asks from around the corner and your gaze falls back to the two dresses.

your heart clenches as you eye the blue flowy dress. blue, kazuha’s favourite colour. ironically, that was exactly how she made you feel. blue, the colour for sadness and everything dull. you furrow your eyebrows and turn to yunjin, a soft smile on your face.

“probably the purple one.”

you show up in the purple dress, face decorated in a light layer of makeup with yunjin attached to your arm. your heart is beating out of your chest and your cheek muscles start to hurt at how long you’ve been smiling at others. some of your friends come up to you, eyes glimmering with mischief and they bombard questions about yunjin’s presence as she goes to get drinks.

“no kazuha tonight?” wonyoung asks.

you search around before shrugging. “she’s going with rei, not even sure if they’re turning up.”

the chain around your heart tightens.

“that’s too bad then,” wonyoung smiles widely, “you look great tonight! let’s take some photos later, okay?”

you nod absentmindedly as wonyoung and your friends gravitate to another group.

yunjin returns soon to your side, eyes gleaming and a hand snaking around your waist.

“i got you a fruit punch, darling,” she passes you the drink, “they had this weird looking juice but i think you would get food poisoning.”

“yeah, thanks. i don’t trust this school.”

yunjin smirks but it quickly disappears when she hears her name being called again.

“ugh, i can’t get five minutes with you alone.”

you laugh and push her shoulder slightly. “go find your friends, celebrity. i’ll wait for you here.”

yunjin pouts slightly but walks away, leaving you to be alone. as the hall gets filled up, you wander towards an unoccupied corner where no one would disturb you.

and of course, someone finds you.

“y/n.”

“zuha.”

you rake your eyes across her appearance, it’s the same as usual, but the butterflies in your stomach are missing. even though she’s dressed handsomely, you feel nothing.

“what are you doing here? aren’t you meant to be with,” kazuha flicks her tongue, “yunjin?”

“hm? her friends were calling for her.”

“and she left you here, alone?”

“yeah? i was just about to go find wonyoung. needed a breather from the crowd,” you quickly make up an excuse before kazuha could start badmouthing yunjin again.

the Japanese’s reflexes are quicker than yours, so she catches your wrist in a grip when you try to walk away.

“let’s talk properly this time,” she states. you look at the hand on your wrist and nod. you had no way of getting out of it this time.

“you’ve been avoiding me.”

you look away from her. “no.”

“you have. so what’s the deal? are you jealous that i have another friend now? rei, is that the problem here?” kazuha spits out.

“what are you talking about?”

“y/n—”

“listen, kazuha. you’re the one telling me that my friend is bad for me. i have never said anything bad about rei. i don’t care about her, and if you want me to be honest, sure. i loved you. i loved you ever since we became friends and it was ruining me to see you be so affectionate with someone else. so i’m sorry if you don’t like yunjin, but she was there for me when you weren’t,” you finally say. it’s like a heavy weight was lifted off your chest and the shell shocked expression on kazuha’s face is enough closure for you.

“you love me?”

“i used to. and i’m grateful that i don’t anymore.”

kazuha’s eyes welled up with tears, “y/n, i didn’t… i didn’t know, i…”

“if you knew, what difference would it have made?”

you watch as the japanese girl clenches her fists tightly, eyes closed before opening them and staring at you with determination you didn’t even know she had.

“y/n, you no longer love me?” you nod, exasperated. “how could you fall out of love so easily? i love you too! and now you no longer love me?”

kazuha chuckles dryly.

“don’t you know how fucking painful it was to see you wearing that damn necklace every day? i was hurt too, why couldn’t you have just said something,” she takes a step closer to you, “y/n, i just wanted to reconnect with my old friend— i never wanted things to change between us! but yunjin came along and ruined it all.”

your eyes narrow. “don’t blame this on yunjin. if you wanted to reconnect with rei, you should have balanced your time between us.”

“i know that now! stop reminding me. just please, don’t go with her, stay with me. i would do anything for you. I’m in love with you, y/n!” kazuha pleads.

“stop it,” you say, “you hurt me. a lot.”

“but i still love you.”

the crowd behind kazuha goes silent, all the lights dim down and it’s like time is paused. the only thing you see is your best friend, eyes full of desperation and hope, a silhouette of your lost affection.

you can’t do this. how could kazuha say that when you’re finally done with her? it wasn’t like you were still in love with your best friend, so why did your stomach drop when you heard those words? was it guilt? sadness? or regret, that you could have had something with kazuha, if only one of you spoke up.

“it’ll be hard for me to love and trust you again, zuha. and maybe in another universe, things would be different. but I’m sorry, this isn’t the right time.”

kazuha’s face falls.

“you’re… really heading to america? with her?”

you wince at her venomous tone, “yes.”

her eyes are red and teary, her cheeks are flushed and wet with tears. yet, you still think she looks beautiful. maybe one day, you would truly be over her.

“i hope you have a safe trip.”

“thank you. i hope you stay happy, always.” kazuha gives you one final look, and then nods, before disappearing into the crowd in her pristine white dress. you couldn’t help but think that the blue dress matched hers perfectly.

when yunjin finds you again, she asks, “i saw you talking to kazuha. did anything happen?”

you shake your head, “no, nothing happened.”

she raises an eyebrow.

“seriously? she seemed like she was crying.”

you roll your eyes, “seriously. we talked about stuff and got emotional. she was too late with expressing her feelings.”

“huh. so she really did like you back.”

“yeah. but i think, in this universe, i’m gonna be okay without her.”

(in an alternate universe, none of this would have happened. in an alternate universe, kazuha and you would have been happily together, no rei or yunjin intervening with your relationship. in an alternate universe, you would never have gone through anagapesis.)

[xuqijie]

huh yunjin x f!reader

# tw ; cursing

# genre ; angst, squint for fluff

you’ve always wondered why you were huh yunjin’s victim. but as parents always say, ‘if a boy likes a girl, they’re mean to them’. does it apply here too?

it was still fresh in your memory, the sight of yunjin bowing as she repeatedly apologised. even after knowing her all these years, you were sure that it was the only time she ever said sorry to you. it was just fate that made you two stay in the same school for the rest of your education.

it was still fresh in your memory, the sight of yunjin bowing as she repeatedly apologised. even after knowing her all these years, you were sure that it was the only time she ever said sorry to you. it was just fate that made you two stay in the same school for the rest of your education.

it was still fresh in your memory, the sight of yunjin bowing as she repeatedly apologised. even after knowing her all these years, you were sure that it was the only time she ever said sorry to you. it was just fate that made you two stay in the same school for the rest of your education.

when you were 13 and she was 14, a rumour had spread around the school, saying that you liked this senior. kang hyunjae who was in the same grade as yunjin. she had teased you tremendously, always yelling for hyunjae whenever she saw you.

“stop doing that,” you muttered, hands closing in fists. yunjin cocked an eyebrow before laughing, “why would i stop?”

you were close to lashing out, “why are you doing this to me?”

“your reactions are funny. not my fault you like seniors.” you wanted to slap her. but after all, you were still in the hallway, trying to escape yunjin. you couldn’t even run. she had long legs and well. you weren’t the most athletic person alive.

and luckily for you, kang hyunjae walked past the two of you a second after and yunjin immediately perked up.

“look! it’s the love of your life!” she might as well yell. if you were a little more attentive, you would have heard how her voice wavered ever so slightly. but you wouldn’t have noticed it, you were too busy trying to keep the tears at bay.

the joke about you liking hyunjae went on for 2 more years, yunjin always reminding everyone of it and you were getting sick and tired. your parents had brushed you off, yunjin’s parents were close family friends and of course their daughter would be the same kind and caring girl her parents were.

“y/n!” you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for whatever huh yunjin was about to say. it had been almost 7 years since you first met each other and she still lingered around you. and what could you do? yunjin was one of the popular girls, always outgoing and friendly. (to everyone but you.)

“what?”

“what’s your next class? i have 10 minutes to spare,” yunjin beamed at you. another thing you hated. she acted like the nicest person on the planet in front of others but you were sure that once all the students dispersed from the hallway, she would turn into a bitch again.

you almost refused to answer her but after a nudge on the shoulder, “i have history.”

yunjin smiled, “let me walk you there.”

you hesitated, feeling your heart thump whenever yunjin would shoot that pretty smile at you. but the longer you stared at her, the more you were reminded of the shit she did to you in school.

“please don’t,” you begged, “please leave me alone just for today.” you could swear yunjin’s eyes darkened as she frowned.

“i’m not going to do anything… y/n, i’m—” yunjin was interrupted by one of the soccer players yelling your name. you both whipped your heads and widened your eyes.

hyunjae was running towards you, a stupid grin on his face as he stopped, breath heaving.

“hey! i’m sorry i didn’t talk to you all those years ago, but i hope you’re still into me,” your cheeks reddened as he continued, “i think you’re super pretty, so could we hang out sometime?”

you could practically feel yunjin seething next to you. and that fact alone made you promise to hyunjae that you would meet up with him on a saturday for a date.

“you’re fucking kidding, right?” yunjin had asked after hyunjae left. you were at your locker, taking out your history books.

“what do you mean?”

“you were never into him in the first place! why the hell did he talk to you now?” yunjin exclaimed, annoyed, though you weren’t sure for what reason.

“i don’t know why you’re reacting like this. look yunjin, i’ve tolerated you for long enough and you’re honestly such an asshole. just leave me alone.”

the taller girl turned around, her gaze burning into yours. “are you just going to accept any type of attention from random guys?”

“why the hell are you saying that?” you stared at her, affronted, “leave me alone, yunjin. don’t act like you didn’t cause this in the first place. i don’t know why you’re such a bitch to me. you should grow up.”

“grow up? y/n i’m literally a year older than you.”

“and still acting like a child. why are you so angry over this? why are you acting like this?” you questioned as yunjin stared at you blankly.

a moment passed and she scoffed, trudging off in the opposite direction, leaving you pondering why she was so bothered about some guy asking you out. later, the intercom called for yunjin’s name and you watched as she walked past your classroom, her lip bleeding and knuckles bruised.

it was only after school when you saw yunjin again. her knuckles were wrapped in bandages and face covered with plasters. you wondered whether to talk to her but it seemed that once she caught your glance, yunjin seemed to brighten up slightly. you felt your stomach drop.

“hey, y/n.”

“are you okay?” you asked, concerned even though yunjin was an asshole. the girl smiled and shook her head.

“i’m being suspended for a day, won’t you miss me?” she asked and you swallowed audibly.

“no, i think it’ll be the happiest day of my life.”

yunjin’s smile dimmed but you didn’t notice. “yeah, sure.”

while yunjin annoyed you endlessly, you could never say you hated her. despite all the pranks she pulled, all the mean jokes she would say, you never uttered words of hatred.

not until you were 17 and she was 18. being elected student council president was a dream and an unreachable one in fact. you were appointed vice, but couldn’t help feeling upset at the fact that hwang yeji was president.

but that didn’t mean you were on bad terms with her, it was actually the opposite. the student council was flooded with tasks and errands to do every day, forcing you to spend more time with yeji and less with yunjin. it was actually better for you, not having to see yunjin’s face every second was refreshing. (or at least you convinced yourself it was.)

“y/n.” you ignore her. another paper ball comes flying at you. “y/n.”

“shut up.”

you had no idea who on earth let yunjin in. actually, it was probably kim chaewon, seeing how the two of them were best friends. but kim chaewon was actually a sweetheart. you still had no idea why she always lingered around you, mocking you for any mistake occurring.

“y/n.” you grit your teeth. if the paperwork wasn’t tiring enough, you had another child to babysit and this child knew how to swear.

“huh yunjin, what do you want? spit it out now or leave.”

“i want you to pay attention to me.”

“i’m doing paperwork. go find someone else,” you say, frustrated building up.

you see yunjin’s pout in the corner of your eye and you almost throw a chair at her.

“i don’t want anyone else.”

“why? ‘cause my reactions are funny? go find another girl to annoy, yunjin. i don’t have time for you anymore.”

right as yunjin is about to retort, the door opens and yeji pokes her head inside.

“y/n! there you are! oh, hi yunjin!” yeji greets, waving her hand. you frown at yunjin’s stubbornness to wave back or even acknowledge yeji’s presence.

“you’re looking for me?”

“yeah! it’s our break time, wanna go get ice cream?” yeji suggest. the mere thought of ice cream in the hot weather makes you salivate and you find yourself nodding instantly.

as you pack up your papers and get ready to leave, a grip catches your hand.

“y/n,” yunjin say slowly, “can i talk to you alone?” you smile sheepishly at yeji who closed the door, not before sending you a wink.

“yeah?”

yunjin tighten the grasp of your hand. “didn’t you say you were busy?”

“well yeji invited me—”

“what if i wanted to ask you too? why did you just agree to yeji and not even bother looking at me?” yunjin raises her voice. “if i were yeji, you would have just told me to go away! so what’s the difference between us?”

you look at her, confused.

“what are you talking about? yeji’s a close friend. i’m not sure why you’re so worked up over this.”

“because you… you said you were busy but once yeji comes, you’re suddenly free? and don’t tell me to find someone else!” she yell as you stumble back, startled.

you gulp, “stop yelling—”

“don’t tell me what to do! stop asking me to leave you alone! and just let me stay with you! for once!”

a knock is heard on the door.

“y/n, you okay in there?” yeji’s concerned voice makes yunjin’s blood boil further and she once again pulls your wrist tighter.

“tell her to leave,” yunjin almost growls out. you had never seen her so angry before and it was actually frightening.

heart racing, you place your free hand on her collarbone, in case she were to make any rash decisions. “yeji? i need to deal with some stuff first. you go on without me, okay? sorry, i’ll go with you next time.”

after yeji’s agreement to leave, you turn your attention back to yunjin who was breathing heavily.

“what’s wrong with you?”

she doesn’t reply and instead focuses her gaze onto the hand lingering on the intersection between her collarbone and shoulder. you bring it higher and rub her shoulder soothingly. she was clearly still worked up about god knows what and you had to calm her down before she started yelling again.

“stop shouting like a spoiled brat. i’ve given you my attention for these past few years and you’ve only been an asshole to me. so don’t act like this when i’m finally happy with the people around me,” yunjin looks down, ashamed. “i’m serious. i don’t know why you’re so hellbent on annoying me. i don’t know why you always act like this. you’ve made me cry so many times, you know that?”

“i…”

“can you act your age for once? i’ve dealt with you long enough. i want you to seriously leave me alone,” you sigh, adjusting the hem of her shirt to be proper.

yunjin looks up and for a moment, you think she’s finally understood where you’re coming from. but she raises her hand and there is only a slap heard in the room. you can only stare at her from the side, a tired look on your face with a stinging cheek.

“i thought you wouldn’t lay a hand on me,” you say quietly. the silence drags on and yunjin seems to just realise what she did.

“i-i didn’t mean… y/n, i’m sorry—”

“i fucking hate you, yunjin. i hope you do well in the future. i would apologise but don’t think you’ve done anything to receive an apology from me.”

yunjin eyes you desperately, holding any part of your body she could reach.

“y/n, i’m so sorry, fuck, i didn’t mean that..”

you shake your head and brush her hands off you. she looks at you, pleading as you take out your cell phone and message yeji. and just as you’re about to leave, you feel strong arms wrap themselves around your torso, yunjin’s heavy breathing making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

“don’t go. please.”

your heart thumps.

“y/n, please don’t go to her.”

a shiver runs through your body as she whispers.

“just please listen to me, okay? if after all of this, you still want to leave… i’ll let you go,” you nod stiffly and try to turn around but yunjin stops you, “i can’t watch your reaction. don’t turn around.” you nod again.

“that time i made fun of you for liking hyunjae. it was because i heard that his friend had a crush on you and i wanted him to not confess,” you frown, “so i told everyone you liked hyunjae and made sure it spread to his friends. i didn’t expect… for him to actually like you.”

“so?” you ask, “i still have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

yunjin takes a deep breath. “i’ve had a crush on you since we first met in primary school. you were so pretty and cute and i was a dumb kid who thought that the only way you could express your feelings to someone was by being mean. i liked you when hyunjae confessed and i was so upset about it, i went to go find him. and he was bragging to his friends about how he managed to delude you… i couldn’t control myself and i just punched him. that’s why i was suspended for a day.” she sighs.

“what—”

“i love you now, when you smile at cat videos, trip over air, accidentally hit your head on cabinets… i love you so much and i’m so jealous of yeji for always being near you,” yunjin confesses and you feel the air being swept away from your lungs. “me loving you isn’t an excuse for how i treated you. but please forgive me. it’s all my fault. don’t leave me. i love you so much, y/n.”

a strange sensation hits your neck and you realise yunjin is crying. you squirm out of her grasp and gently pat her back as she tucks her face into the crook of your neck. the height difference makes it awkward but you only focus on her.

huh yunjin, the bane of your existence and apparently, you’re the only reason she exists.

“i’m still upset. you slapped me, yunjin.”

“i… i know.”

“don’t do that ever again, okay?” as you utter those words and rub her back, comforting her, yunjin bursts into tears and sobs into your neck. “i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay. you’ll just have to work extra hard for my attention. but no jealous fights or mean insults anymore. and if you hit me again, i’ll be gone from your life forever,” you mumble.

yunjin looks up at you with teary eyes and you feel your heart stutter.

“i love you, y/n.”

[potatoplace]

Fresh Canvas

Feyre x Reader

kinktober day 10 | body writing

kinktober '24 masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: Your girlfriend of two months was finally able to get you into her studio as the model for her newest painting collection. While waiting for the paint of the first layer to dry, Feyre decides to amuse herself with a different type of canvas.

Warnings: body writing, slightly degrading? But not much. Very suggestive but no outright smut

Words: ~1.8k

Author's Note: ahhhhh my Feyre brainrot lives on. I would love to be her throne 😮‍💨 oh to be Feyre's canvas... I hope you guys like this one 🤭

18+ only pls

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“How much longer do I need to stand still?” You asked impatiently to the woman across from you, mostly hidden by an easel.

“Just a few more minutes and I’ll be done with the first layer, love, then we can take a break,” Feyre said, amusement coloring her tone.

You rolled your eyes, wishing you could drop your arm already… But you held out for Feyre.

Beautiful, sweet, sexy Feyre.

You could still hardly believe that she had asked you to be her model for her newest series of paintings, capturing the theme of Eve’s garden. To say you were excited was an understatement.

And by now, you knew that Feyre was aware of it.

Of your attraction to her.

You had felt it, that spark of heat from the moment your eyes had met hers in the paint and sip class she was instructing that your friends had convinced you to go to.

You had felt such a pull to her, in fact, that you had attended the next three classes all on your own, every time hoping to catch Feyre’s gorgeous blue eyes. In the last class, you had painted a stormy blue sea, one that reminded you so thoroughly of Feyre’s eyes that you had stared at it for a few minutes after everyone else had left.

“It’s beautiful, Y/N. Have you been painting long?”

You startled in your seat, head whipping around to see Feyre behind your shoulder. “Oh, uh… Not much, no. Just what I’ve done here,” you confessed, rubbing a hand against the back of your head. “Thank you, Feyre.”

Feyre smiled widely at you, the happiness in it infectious, spreading through your own lips and pulling them up in the corners. “You know, if you’re interested, I’ve been looking for a model for my next collection.”

Your heart rate picked up. She had thought of you? “Oh? I’ve never done any modeling before…” You said apprehensively.

“It’s nothing too intensive, I more just need someone in front of me to help get the positioning perfect. Again, there’s no pressure to say yes.”

But you’d known from the moment she offered that you would say yes. How could you resist someone as lovely as her.

“I’d love to, Feyre."

“Oh, thank you Y/N! Here’s my number, just text me what days and times you’re available next week, okay?” Feyre said while scribbling her number on the palm of your hand.

You nodded your head in agreement, and you were still processing that you now had Feyre’s number as you walked out of her studio and onto the street.

Little had you known that your silly little crush on your painting instructor would bloom into a full relationship, even before you had ever modeled for Feyre.

She may have had… ulterior motives for giving you her phone number, but it’s not like you had minded the fact at all. Once you had texted her your availability, she asked you out for the next soonest time could go out.

She had shown up in a little black dress, her hair pinned up with a few loose curls framing her face, and high heels that made her legs look so tempting.

And the rest was history.

That had been two months ago, and today was the first day the two of you had kept your hands off of one another long enough for Feyre to finally paint you.

So you kept the apple clutched in your hand, and your arm raised above where it was comfortable, all to help your sweet perfect girlfriend paint the most amazing piece that she could.

And your hard work all paid off the moment you saw Feyre’s happy smile pop out from behind the easel.

“You did so well love, I am so impressed with you!” Feyre praised as she approached you, grabbing the apple from your hand and pulling you in for a hug.

You blushed under her attention, still shy around her every now and then.

Feyre noticed, her eyes widening slightly and mouth curling upwards in satisfaction. “Did you have fun, love?” You nodded, cheeks still heated as her eyes raked up and down your body. “Good, I did too. You’re the perfect little model, you know? And you look so delicious in this set, the white makes you look so innocent…” Feyre said, trailing off as her fingers played with the strap of your bralette.

She had handed you a lovely matching set of white lace, soft against your skin and fitting your form perfectly, which didn’t surprise you. Feyre had gifted you so many pieces of clothing already, each one of them fitting you just right.

“Thank you, Fey,” you said softly, your own hands coming up to rest on her shoulders. “Did you have any plans for while we wait for it to dry? Or do we have to wait until tomorrow…?”

Feyre grinned at you. “I was hoping you would ask that, love. I did have an idea, if you’re willing to trust me?” You nodded your head- of course you would trust her. “Okay. I’m going to have you just stand there, and keep your eyes closed until I say you can open them. Can you do that for me?”

“Mmhm, I can Fey,” you said brightly, already closing your eyes in anticipation of what she had planned.

Her arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tightly for a moment before her hands drifted to your upper back, unhooking the clasps of your bralette and slowly dragging it off of your arms. You waited impatiently for the next press of her hands, trying to guess where she would touch you next.

You weren’t kept waiting long, as her hands met your hips, thumbs gently massaging into the soft skin above the curve of the bone, with just the right amount of pressure to have you hoping this would end in a different way than you had initially expected- and instead with Feyre hovering over you, the both of you drawing out each other’s pleasure.

Her thumbs hooked around the lace at your hips, soft lace slowly slipping down your legs, and you could swear you felt Feyre’s breath along your inner thighs. You let her guide your feet, helping you step out of the panties and leaving you fully bare in front of her.

Eyes still closed, you fought to keep them that way as Feyre rummaged around somewhere in the studio, her soft footsteps the only way you knew she had returned to your space.

And then something cold was brushing over your right nipple, causing you to take in a sharp breath and fight to keep your eyes closed.

“Is it cold, love?” Feyre asked softly in your ear as whatever it was- maybe a paintbrush?- moved to your left nipple, repeating the same, circular movements.

“Mhm… What are you doing?” You asked, knowing you probably wouldn’t get an answer but needing to try anyways.

“Well, seeing as that canvas over there is drying, I needed some fresh space to cover. And you have such flawless skin that it would just be a shame to leave it uncovered, love.”

“Oh,” you said breathlessly, wanting even more to open your eyes and see her beautiful handiwork. “Painting anything… specific?”

The brush had moved to your chest just below your collarbones, tickling you gently and causing you to shiver. “Stay still, sweet love. And maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You’ll get your big reveal soon, Y/N, don’t worry.”

You nodded and tried to stay still as the brush moved down your arms, tracing a delicate pattern that you were dying to see. And when the brush dipped down your stomach and to the skin just above your pussy, you shuddered under Feyre’s careful hand.

“Hold still for just a little longer, okay?” You nodded your head, fighting your fluttering eyelids to keep them from opening as Feyre moved down your legs, covering your skin in more cool paint.

By the time she finished, your body was alight with anticipation at seeing how she’d painted your skin.

“Alright, love, I’m going to lead you over to the mirror. Keep your eyes closed if you can, okay?”

“Okay Fey,” you said, letting her guide you across the room while you squeezed your eyes shut, one hand clutching Feyre’s arm to keep your balance.

She settled you in one spot, then tapped your shoulders gently. “Alright, love, you can open your eyes now,” Feyre whispered in your ear, lips brushing gently against it.

Your eyes opened, taking in the sight before you.

Feyre had drawn dark blue swirls over your entire body, some of them leading into tiny, detailed flowers in places, and starbursts of silver in others.

But what really caught your eye was the words Feyre had painted onto your body.

Just above your pussy, Feyre had painted ‘Property of Feyre’ with a small arrow pointing down to your core.

That alone had you melting, to think that Feyre would claim you so boldly…

And then there was the words just below your throat, another arrow pointing up to your face.

‘Feyre’s Throne.’

Your breath caught in your throat, fingers coming up to touch the words but thinking better of it at the last second.

“Do you like it?” Feyre asked, slightly hesitant, her eyes locked on yours in the mirror.

“Fey… Of course I like it! I feel so pretty and…” You hesitated.

“And…?” Feyre questioned, her lips against your throat. “What else does it make you feel, love?”

A breathy sigh left your lips. “Owned… I love it, Fey.”

Feyre’s lips split into a grin against your skin, your own mouth following suit after the soft kisses she pressed to your neck. “I’m glad you do, love. I have… another idea, if you’re interested?” She asked, quirking a brow at you in the mirror.

“Does it involve me being your throne?” You hoped it did, that would be the perfect way to end out your first time being a model for her.

“It might, if you’re feeling up for it,” Feyre purred in your ear, fingers dancing in the bare space between paint lines.

“When am I not feeling up to having you ride my face?” You giggled, turning carefully in Feyre’s arms to not coat her clothes in paint.

Feyre tapped your nose with an index finger. “That’s true, love. Now… How about you help me get undressed, hmm?”

You smiled softly at her. “I think I can do that, Fey.”

“Get to it then,” Feyre commanded.

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09: hey (with rizz) | How not to romance a guy 101

10 February, Friday, 3.05pm

Location: Chemistry lecture hall

It was your last class of the day, and usually, you would be dragging your feet to the lecture hall, but you found yourself skipping excitedly towards your destination.

Why?

Well, you were able to see Xiao again!

You stepped into the lecture hall, and scanned the whole area, trying to spot a certain dark-haired guy.

Your eyes lit up once it met the familiar amber eyes that you came to love. The both of you stared at each other for a while, and you brought up your hand to give him a little wave.

However, the gesture was not returned, as he looked away from you, not sparing you another glance.

Shocked was an understatement to what you were feeling right now. You were in disbelief, but before you could do anything, you could feel professor Varka looking right at you, and that was your cue to sit down, asap.

A few minutes into the lecture, and your mind was still lingering towards Xiao. You weren't going to lie to yourself, you were a little upset when he ignored your greeting, you thought the both of you had already established some sort of friendship.

But at the same time, you hadn't really spoken to the guy properly yet. So you couldn't really blame him for ignoring you like that. Therefore, you decided to discreetly whip out your phone to text him.

"Mx LN YN, what could be more important on your phone than listening to my lecture? Please put away your phone during lectures, thank you."

Oh, the utter embarrassment you felt after professor Varka called you out. You quickly gave a small nod, saying sorry, and put away your phone, as he continued with his lecture.

"Damn it," you thought. "He always calls me out, when there are other people out here doing the same thing as me. I must be his favourite student...."

Unbeknownst to you, the dark haired guy sitting near the back watched the whole fiasco with what seemed to be slight amusement on his face.

"They never did learn not to use their phones during lectures so openly, huh..."

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summary: You just found out that there was this extremely attractive guy in your chem class, and what was your first thought? "Is he single?" Since then, you've made it your mission to try and romance him before someone else wins him over. However, the problem was, you have no love life at all! But seriously, how hard can it be to win someone over? This is how not to romance a guy 101

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[snowdice]

Tales From Logan's Office (Part 2) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Virgil

Characters: Logan, Virgil

Summary: Virgil invades Logan’s office. (Multiple times.)

This is a dealing with events set after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Part 1

“My office hours start in 10 minutes,” Logan reminded. He’d been answering emails for the past half hour or so while Virgil chilled (his posture very purposefully incorrect with his legs resting on the wall) on one of his office chairs.

Virgil hummed, flicking through his notes for his next class. “So?”

“You,” Logan said, “are being exiled from this room during office hours.”

“Why?” Virgil asked with a frown.

“Because last time you and my TA got into an argument about which of the dining halls was the most haunted, terrifying two of my freshman calculus students.”

Virgil stifled a grin at that. Cas was a senior who had been Logan’s TA a few semesters now. He and Virgil got along pretty well… to Logan’s chagrin.

“It doesn’t matter that they were freshmen,” Virgil argued. “I’m a freshman too! I knew it was just a joke.”

“You are a freshman who has half lived on this campus for the last couple of summers,” Logan pointed out dryly, looking over his glasses at Virgil. “You don’t count.” He returned his eyes to his computer. “Now out.”

Virgil frowned at him, but that was fair enough. “Fine,” he groused, moving to pick up his notes and stuff them in his backpack. “I want coffee anyway.” He slung the backpack over his shoulder and stretched before moving to hover at Logan’s side.

Logan glanced at him. “Yes?”

“Can I have money for coffee?”

“The dining hall has coffee.”

“Haven’t you heard?” Virgil asked with a grin. “Dining hall’s haunted.”

Logan scoffed.

“We both know you have a department meeting at 3 today,” Virgil reminded him, “and you won’t have time to get your normal cup of coffee. Do you really want me to get you dining hall coffee?”

Logan sighed and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a 20-dollar bill.

“You want change back?” Virgil asked, taking it.

“No,” Logan replied. “Use it to buy a snack.”

“Cool,” Virgil said with a grin. He leaned forward to give Logan a quick side hug. “I’ll bring it by at the end of your office hour before your meeting. Iced latte with no sugar and extra whipped cream, yeah?” Virgil asked, his hand already on the door.

“Do not,” Logan said firmly. Virgil pretended to ignore him and closed the door with a snap behind him. He grinned at the couple of students waiting outside Logan’s office for his office hours to begin. Then, he began making his way down the familiar path to the Hideout.

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╰┈➤ Welcome Back to the Channel part 15; red string of CONSPIRACY

✧.* featuring yn opening up to Kyle about their recent theories : ̗̀➛ notes - I always get nervous when I post written out parts (esp when it's a smau) but I felt like this needed to be in person for the effect. The next part will be mainly written too so get ready! tags - college au, superhero au, smau

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It’s got to make sense. It HAS to make sense. If it doesn’t make sense I’ve spent the past week thinking about it and that’s a week wasted that I could’ve used to do something else or literally anything. 

My vision blurred as I stared at the cork board, eyes tracing the same track of red yarn from picture to news article to picture to news article to picture-

It was a vicious cycle that had trapped me for what felt like hours but could’ve been minutes. Or days. Time came and went in no consistent interval. I woke up, went to class, came home and stared at this board until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. 

I hadn’t made a video in a few weeks and I’d postponed the interview I had scheduled with Fast Pass with no new date set. Another lost opportunity because I couldn’t get my shit together. This is all I had right now. So I had to be right. Even if the theory made me sound like I’d never had a critical thought in my life. 

Which it does. Kyle didn’t even respond after you told him. That means no one believes you. It means your theory doesn’t make sense. This is BUTTERS we’re talking about.

Yeah but if it’s wrong, that means those people are right. Even if they’re just spreading hate on the internet to make themselves feel better, they have lives nonetheless. If I assisted someone who’s actively ruining people’s lives, does that make me just as bad as him? 

I shake the thoughts away. I’m not a bad person. I may make questionable choices but what college student doesn’t? It’s a part of growing up. So I have to be right about this. But what does that mean moving forward? What do I do knowing one of my best friends is a super villain? 

A stinging feeling begins behind my eyes as I feel the familiar pressure across the bridge of my nose that always happens before I start crying. 

Why can’t I figure this out? Why can’t I let this go? Why am I stuck-

A knock at the door startles me from my concentration. My head whips to the door as though it would open on its own to reveal who interrupted my time of focus. 

“Yn? Hello?” Kyle’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. 

Oh fuck. 

I looked back to the cork board which took up the majority of my living room. 

Why did I buy this again? I wondered, realizing how much space the board actually took up. The once tidy living room had become cluttered with empty coffee cups and takeout containers littered over the coffee table, end tables, and ground. Bits of red yarn sat on the ground from cut up scraps. Other lengths that had connected discarded evidence sat in a pile on a stool, waiting for the chance to be connected to the ever expanding web once again. 

“Are you in there?” Kyle’s voice rang through the apartment again.

I can’t let him in here! He’s going to think I’m some hermit conspiracy theorist!

…Well I kind of am a conspiracy theorist.

Deciding to ignore that realization, I lunged for the nearest piece of trash (a 3 day old Chipotle bowl that I just kept forgetting to walk the 3 feet to the kitchen trash) and tossed it into the garbage can. Speed cleaning the apartment lifted a weight from my shoulders, making the small living room feel less claustrophobic. 

Wow, I feel better already. Maybe I should open the blind and run a vacuum through real quick- KYLE!

I spun and walked toward the door, fixing my appearance in the 10 second walk to the door to the best of my ability. Even if I’ve been stuck in my apartment for a week and a half, I didn’t want to look like it. 

Unlocking the door, I put on my best “I’m totally fine and mentally stable!” face.

“Hey, kyle!” 

If I looked bad, Kyle somehow looked worse. The usually maintained curls frizzed into a blur atop his head and his shirt was clearly on backwards with a Fruit of the Loom logo showing proudly at the base of his neck. His eyes darted around the hallway and into my apartment through the sliver he could see through the cracked door. 

The fuck is up with him?

I think while also wearing a shirt backwards after throwing away a week’s worth of take out food and diluted iced coffee as though I was any better off. 

That’s not what we’re focusing on right now. I’m perfectly stable, duh. 

“You good?” I asked, leaning against the door frame to keep him from seeing my conspiracy board. 

Kyle raised an eyebrow, “You’re the one that texted me an essay about your theories then called yourself an asshole.”

“Oh those?” I forced out a laugh, waving a hand to brush off the concerns, “Those were just joke, duh! You took those seriously?” 

“They sounded pretty serious to me.” Kyle sighed, running a hand through his ragged hair in a way that somehow didn’t catch his fingers in the mess of curls, “Can I come in? There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

My eyes darted back into the apartment. The giant cork board stuck out like a neon sign saying “A MENTALLY ILL PERSON LIVES HERE!” I couldn’t let someone see me like this. Texting Kyle in the first place was a mistake. He’ll think I’m not thinking clearly, that I’m not someone to be trusted. The work I put into being reliable yn who’s always there to be a person you can lean on will be ruined. No one will ever trust me again. 

But don’t you want someone else to know? Just knowing that someone else sees your stress instead of shoving it down until it spills over?

The thought alone of telling someone about these thoughts, of sharing the burden I’d created for myself, cleared the clouds fogging my mind. He can be someone who will listen. He can be a witness so I’m not the only one who knows that I’m struggling. 

I stepped back, pulling the door open so Kyle could step through. 

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” I started, hoping to mediate the embarrassment of letting someone into my stress lair. 

Kyle shook his head as a small smile tugged at his lips, “It’s no problem, if you’ve ever seen stan’s room-” His sentence died out as he noticed the cork board. You know, the giant one covering my living room wall filled with pictures and newspaper clipping connected by red yarn. 

“Oh.” Was all he said. 

I shut the door behind him. Kyle jumped slightly at the sound, turning his gaze to follow me as I walked. He doesn’t say a word. Only staring at the cork board, the remains of trash I’d missed on my quick clean, and my own disheveled appearance. 

Might as well address the elephant in the room.

“Do you want to talk about the cork board?” I asked, continuing before he had a chance to reply, “Let's talk about the cork board because I’ve been dying to talk about this cork board all day.” Walking up to the board, I pointed to the center where two photos sat: one of the supervillain Professor Chaos and the other of elementary education major Butters Stotch. 

“Professor Chaos. His name keeps coming up over and over again. Everyday Call Girl is sending out alerts about this guy,” I move my hand to point at different tweets I’d printed out and pinned to the board, “Professor Chaos takes hostages in a McDonalds Play Place for a birthday party. Professor Chaos attempts to sign himself as the mayor of South Park using a fake charity petition. Professor Chaos hijacks the news station to declare the weather today ‘a 100% chance of Chaos’. This entire corner is just tweets about Professor Chaos!” 

Kyle sits down on the couch without a word, eyes still following my every move. I start pacing across the living room. 

Why isn’t he saying anything? Is it because he doesn’t believe me? 

“So I start to look closer at his actions, his way of speaking, everything that makes Professor Chaos who he is. But it’s around this same time that I start to text a certain person more because we have a philosophy class together.” I return to the board and point to screenshots of text messages. 

“Here Butters talks about getting grounded for eating two cookies and here Professor Chaos talks about being grounded for wearing his villain outfit then got grounded for trying to get ungrounded.” I look between the cork board and Kyle, trying to justify my hypothesis with the urgency in my voice, “No one gets grounded as much as Butters. You know that. I know that. Everyone knows that!”

“But that’s not even the smoking gun!” I exclaimed, pointing to another corner of the board, “Last week, Butters missed our philosophy class- which he has never done- and when I texted him, he said he was at a showing of Frozen on Ice with his mom in Denver. But when you look at the schedule for Frozen on Ice,” I pause for effect, “they don’t start shows for this season in Denver until next month. Right day, wrong month.” 

“But guess what was going on last week? Professor Chaos attacks main street and is tackled by Super Craig. Landing him with another defeat and some pretty gnarly bruises to boot. The kind of bruises you’d need to miss class to cover up.” I finished with a sigh, glad to finally tell someone the monologue that had been racing through my head for the past week. 

I brace myself for Kyle’s response. His eyes are locked onto the cork board and my scribbled sticky notes shouting various exclamations of discovery and panic. With a deep breath, he levels his gaze on me. 

What is he thinking? Is he trying to find a nice way to say I’ve lost it? Have I lost it?

“Yn-”  He begins but I cut him off. 

“I know it sounds crazy, okay? I know it sounds like I’m reaching by claiming the only truly nice person I know is the town’s resident fucking super villain-” 

“You’re right.” 

Kyle’s response blasts through my clouded mind. I physically take a step back as my face morphs from frantic stress to confusion. 

“What did you just say?” I ask, shoulders remaining tense as a hand twists into the fabric of my shirt. Kyle sighs, looking away and muttering something to himself. He raises a hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes before looking back at me. 

“You’re right about Professor Chaos.”

The words I hoped to hear, the words I thought would finally take the weight off my shoulders and release the stress that had gripped my nerves, only intensified the panic in my mind. 

“You mean you believe me, right?” I started slowly, trying to clarify the simple language mistake Kyle made. 

“No, I mean you’re right.”

Before my mind could begin to wrap around the first revelation, Kyle continued speaking. 

“I can’t tell you. I’m not allowed to. I shouldn’t even be telling you this. But I know someone who can, or at least someone who has permission.”

I began shifting my weight from foot to foot, holding back the urge to begin pacing again as I ran a hand through my hair. 

“You know how cryptic you’re being right now, right?” I said. 

“Yeah I know.” Kyle's leg began to bounce as his own nerves began to peak through, “I’m walking a very thin line and I’m trying not to get us both into major trouble.” He looked up to me, trying to communicate a message I couldn’t understand. 

“With who?” 

“Someone with a lot more authority than me. Someone who can explain things more if you come with me.” Kyle urged. 

What does that even mean? Let’s not forget that he said we were right. How does he know that? Why does he know that?

My thoughts fought against each other to be the one addressed first but with so many questions, it felt impossible to single out one from the mass. Everything was happening so fast. Everything changed so fast. When did the mood of the room become so urgent? Did it always feel like this? 

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to pause the thoughts. Nothing is going to get done at this rate. So I need to take the first step forward. 

“Okay… yeah.”I started slowly. Kyle nodded and began to stand but I held up a hand for him to wait, “But only if you promise we can get ice cream afterwards.”

Kyle looked at me with an exasperated expression, “Are you seriously using this to get free ice cream?”

This is what he’s surprised by? 

I raised my eyebrow at him and pointed to the chaotic corkboard, “You just told me my batshit conspiracy theory was right and now you want me to follow you to an unknown location to talk to an unknown person. Fuck yes I want free ice cream.” 

Kyle considered the cork board for a moment before sighing. 

“Fine. We’ll get ice cream.”

I muttered a quick “Fuck yeah.” to myself in celebration before looking back at Kyle, 

“Okay I’ll get my coat.” 

I grabbed my jacket and followed Kyle out the door, not nervous about where I’d be going, but scared that I wouldn’t like what I found.

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[yankstrash]

september 2

it's 10:30 on monday morning

students are walking to class, studying, rushing to finish weekend homework, and most importantly, getting coffee.

gabe had his head buried in his phone as he pulled back the door of the campus coffee shop, stopping to get the morning beverage before his 11 o'clock class.

he opened the door and walked inside, not once glancing up from his phone.

*typing*

*typing*

*typing*

text sent!

clicking off his phone, he shoved it into his shorts pocket, finally rejoining reality

and oh boy is he so glad he did.

he lifts his head for a moment before putting it back down, only to whip it right back up

*cue lover by taylor swift*

his green eyes found their way back to the counter, where behind it stood a brunette girl, smiling ear to ear as she spoke to a customer

oh my god that smile.

she was dressed in a light blue crop top with jeans, her long light brown hair fell perfectly down her back and shoulders, and with each turn of her lips into a smile gabe found it harder and harder to look away

and he didn't

he couldn't.

he was enamored by her, and with each second that passed and with every person that came and went at the counter, he grew more and more intrigued

it was only his second week of college ever, and he had already seen the most beautiful girl he has ever laid his eyes on.

he watched her with every customer she spoke to, eyes glued to the beauty in front of him

he literally could not take his gaze away from her even if he tried

soon, the distant staring was now direct eye contact with the brunette as it was gabes turn to order

the girl smiled at him as he walked up

and god she was even prettier up close

ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.

"hey! what can i get you?" she asked

her voice, it was like music to gabes ears

he really didn't want to seem weird, but my god he could not look away from her.

"hey, could i just get a uh- uh a small iced coffee with creamer?"

the girl smiled and nodded her head, punching his order into the register

"sure thing, can i get you anything else?" she asked

gabe thought about the next words he was gonna say. maybe not completely, but they were the only words that had been clouding his mind and the only words his mouth was allowing him to speak at the moment.

"your number, maybe?"

he knew what he was saying, but he was also shocked when he actually said it.

the first pretty girl gabe meets on campus, and he goes right for it. not his typical move, but something about this girl was intriguing him, a lot. he couldn't peel his eyes off of her, and although he had only been in the coffee shop for a mere 5 minutes, she was the absolute only thing on his mind for those 5 minutes.

the girl smiled lightly at gabes question, giving him hope for the answer he wanted.

her eyes, big beautiful and brown, which gabe noticed right away, quick as lightning, darted from gabes eyes, to his shirt, and right back to his eyes. then, she slowly began to shake her head from side to side

"i don't think so.." she says, handing gabe his card back. "your drink will be at the end of the counter."

her response pretty much winded gabe

not only did she say no, she basically said 'now get a move on' without further explanation.

gabe looked at her for a moment, not too sure what to say. so, he said nothing, and instead nodded his head while giving her a tight lipped smile before walking away.

while he waited for his coffee, he kept his eyes on the girl.

when he got his coffee, he kept his eyes on the girl.

and before he walked out of the coffee shop, he turned around and stole one last glance at the girl before walking out.

gabe wishes he could say he forgot about his morning as the day went on, but unfortunately for him, it's what he thought about all day.

he thought about her as he walked to class

he thought about her as he sat in class

he thought about her as he walked back from class

he thought about her on his way to hockey practice. and during hockey practice. and after hockey practice. and while watching tv with his roommates. and when he finished getting ready for bed and finally laid down.

he didn't know what it was about this girl, whose name he didn't even know, but he could not stop thinking about her.

normally, gabe would take the rejection and move on, but this was different.

gabe needed to know more. he needed to know her name and her phone number. he needed to know what she was studying and what she wanted to do as a career. he needed to know where she grew up and why she chose boston college.

whatever it took, he was going to get this girl, no matter how hard he had to try and however long it would take, he was going to get her.

[verrerdises]

come hang out | yongseung x reader

Summary || You never thought you'd end up in a class with him. Frankly, you find him a bit intimidating but always wanted to get to know him. Fate grants your wish when your professor assigns him as your presentation partner.

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Yongseung nudged his glasses back up. His eyes flicked between the professor's notes on the whiteboard and his own notebook. He had only been in college for a few semesters, but he found it equally challenging and rewarding. Only thing is, he tended to isolate himself. Not entirely his fault; whenever he entered a classroom for the first time, he tried to find a spot near the front. Others were not as bold as him, instead opting to sit near the back or leave a few seats between them. 

It grew a bit lonely; he won't lie. But he tried to focus on his studies. Most of his classes hadn't asked for partner work. However, this was a much smaller class size, and he remembered spotting the words "group project" on the syllabus. Thinking about it made his leg bounce. 

"Okaaay, I know we're still pretty fresh into the semester, but keen eyes probably saw a mention of a group project in the syllabus," the professor beamed at them, despite the students' uneasy squirming. "I wanted to use the project as a way for everyone to get to know each other! Don't worry, there's no more after this." Some sighed in relief, others in quiet annoyance. 

The professor pulled out a box from their desk. "In here are names of countries we'll be studying throughout the semester. This'll be a duo project, meaning two of you will get the same country and have to create a short presentation overviewing basic details." They rattled the box and began to walk around, stopping at Yongseung's desk first. "Go on, don't be shy!"

He gave them a tight-lipped smile then reached into the box. His hand dug through the papers for a minute before he pulled a piece out. The professor kept walking, so he undid the folds to reveal his country: Mexico. He hummed and nodded- not a bad choice. He has been studying the language for a while and has been wanting to learn more about its culture for a while now. 

But he looked past his shoulder at everyone else. As some were reading their countries, a few looked around expectedly and showed their country. There were some murmurs of disappointment, as well as quiet cheers. He scanned the room to see if he could make eye contact with his partner, but no one came forward. 

"Alright," the professor spoke up, "I'll be ending my lecture a bit early, so you all can find your partners and start planning. The details are already posted on your portal, but I'll be here for another 10 minutes if you have any questions."

The room sparked with conversations and awkward hello's. Once again, he looked around, but... his leg began to bounce-

"Um, hi."

He whipped around to look up at a classmate. He gave them a relieved smile. "I was starting to think I'd be doing a solo project." He laughed lightly. They smile awkwardly at him. "Can I sit here?" They point to the chair and his backpack that was occupying it. "Oh!" he hurriedly pulled it off. "Yes, yes, of course. Sorry." He cleared his throat and readjusted his chair. "What's your name? I don't think I've met you," he asked.

"(y/n)," they answered. "And that's probably because I tend to hang out in the back..." They fiddled with their pencil. "And you? I don't think I've seen you around either."

"Yongseung." He replied.

"Y...Yongsung? Sorry, I wanna make sure I get it right-"

He shook his head, smiling kindly. "Yongseung, as in sing."

"Oh! Okay, okay. Yongseung. Just gimme a few tries and I'll get it down next time we meet." They share some light laughter, causing his nose to scrunch up. It's true; he hasn't seen this person before, but they're making a good impression on him. A bit awkward, but he's dealt with awkward before. If anything, it only made them cuter. 

"So... Mexico. Dunno if this is gonna be easy or tricky." They looked down at the paper. "We shouldn't overthink it," Yongseung pointed out. "But..." he peeked back at the emptying classroom, "I honestly don't want to be the last ones here. Are you okay with heading to a little cafe spot nearby?"

"R...Right now?" They stared at him with wide eyes. He nodded. "Oh! Yes, that's... that's totally fine." Although he wore a smile, his brow furrowed in slight confusion at their blush. He gathered his things and led (y/n) out of the room. They made pleasant conversation as they walked, finding out each other's majors and other classes they're taking. It... was nice to be able to talk to someone, just as he's watched others do. He only hoped he wasn't coming across as overeager.

He wasn't exactly sure why people avoid him. He did his best to smile politely and sometimes ask questions, but he'd always be met with weird or awkward looks. And his other friends were all occupied with different things. He wanted to make friends on campus. A study buddy, even. 

He may be getting his hopes up too soon, but he hoped something will come out of him and (y/n). 

A short bus ride later, and they arrived at the Privacy Cafe. He held the door open for them then asked, "Do you want anything?"

They scanned the menu hanging overhead and hummed. "What do you usually get?"

"Iced matcha or something with caramel."

"Ooh, I'll go with the caramel option. Don't disappoint me," they chuckled. His eager smile returned. "Okay, you can find a spot. I'll get us the drinks-"

"Wh- are you sure?" Their blush returned, "You don't have to..."

"Really." Yongseung nodded. "Don't worry about it." They stared at him for a minute before a small, warm smile appeared. "Alright... thanks, Yongseung." And they turned to find a comfortable booth to sit at. 

He watched as they took a seat. "God, you're hopeless." His friend's voice made him turn back to face the barista. He huffed slightly. "I am not! I'm just being nice. Nothing more than that, Gyehyeon."

"Mhm," Gyehyeon tiredly rubbed an eye, "so, two of your usual caramel?" He rung up his friend's order and gave him the ticket number. "They seem nice," he continued. "Surprised you haven't scared them off."

"They wouldn't run..." Yongseung mumbled. "I hope not, anyway. And I'm not scary-"

"Start talking about space and see how they react," Gyehyeon softly snorted. "Or soccer. Or your collection of Rubiks cubes. Or-"

"Okay!" The other raised his hands to silence him. "Okay, I get it. Well, they don't really have a choice. We're partnered up for a presentation."

"Ohh, that explains it." Gyehyeon soon passed his drinks over. "Hm. Good luck. Keep me posted," he gave him a thumbs up. Yongseung said a quiet thank you and walked back to the booth, handing a cup to (y/n). Even though he wanted to know more about them, he spotted their open laptop. Right, the assignment is more important. He took some sips of his drink and pulled out his to look at the project details. 

They began to layout a plan for their presentation - finding good sources and dividing the work between the two of them. He also found some enjoyment in this. He could tell they were a hard worker and wasn't about to let him shoulder all the work. It was actually starting to become a little fun. 

As they studied the words on their screen, Yongseung found himself staring. They chewed down on their pencil and held furrowed brows in concentration. Their fingers delicately swiped the mousepad up as they scrolled. He... wasn't sure why he was staring. But even when he tried to break away and focus on his own screen, it was as if his gaze was magnetically pulled towards them. 

Eventually, he was caught. "You... okay?" They asked. He blinked then rapidly shook his head, forcing himself back to his screen. "Y...Yeah, sorry. Spacing off."

"Oh..." Was that disappointment in their voice? "Well, it is getting late. I don't wanna miss the last bus to the parking lot." They started to pack up their things. "Thanks for the drink. I actually really liked it," They smiled softly at him. His shoulders relaxed at the sight. "Oh, we should exchange numbers. Y'know, to schedule more meet ups." He nearly shot up at the suggestion. He was all too quick in breaking out his phone to receive their number. 

"You okay with heading back by yourself?" He quietly asked. 

They chuckled softly. "It's cute that you're worried for me, but I'll be fine. Look, I'll um... I'll text you when I make it to my car safely, yeah?" He could only nod pathetically. But their smile remained as they gave their goodbyes. 

Yongseung slumped in his spot. That... wasn't so bad, right? He got their number, after all! He leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. God, they're really cute... And it wasn't just in the physical sense. A little awkward at first, sure, but he was already admiring their work ethic and willingness to try new things. This interaction only made him more eager to learn about them. Their likes and dislikes, sources of fear and joy.

Is this normal...?

"Hey." His head rolled over to Gyehyeon, who was standing over him. "Congrats on a successful first date. Can you take me home? I forgot Hoyoung was out of town for a wedding."

Straight to the point with that one. Yongseung sighed but otherwise nodded and grabbed his things. Not many words were shared, but that's how it normally is. Besides, his thoughts were on his new partner. He barely remembered dropping Gyehyeon off and making it back to his apartment. He practically collapsed on the couch. Too much energy spent from social interaction. Mindlessly, he turned the tv on to a rerun of a soccer game. 

The pillow was pulled closer to him. The exhaustion washed over him like a soothing wave. That is, until he felt buzzing from his pocket. He groggily rose his head and pulled out his phone. Oh, right! (y/n)! He tried to rub some sleep out of his eyes to read the message:

sorry for the late text! was driving. but made it home safely :]

hope ur getting some sleep too

i'll see u in class tomorrow! 

A smile stretched across his face. He snuggled back into the pillow and allowed himself to drift off to sleep. 

The project served as a good excuse to hang out throughout the past few weeks. As predicted, though, it didn't take much effort to finish, and their presentation went off without a hitch, so he came up with the idea on holding a minor celebration at his place. 

"God, now I can close all these damn tabs." (y/n) groaned as they leaned back from their laptop, earning a chuckle from Yongseung. He took a sip of his water then readjusted himself on his spot on the floor. 

"Oh yeah, I was always curious about something." He tilted his head at their question. "And what is this something?" he asked them. 

They point towards the bottle in his hand. "I only ever see you drink water or some juice. I've never seen you drink soda. Hell, not even sparkling water! I get staying hydrated but man."

Yongseung let out a few nervous laughs as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It's a bit hard to explain... I basically can't drink anything carbonated." He winced at the memory. "Last time I had a soda, I passed out."

"No way!" They gasped. "Seriously?"

He meekly nodded. "My body just can't handle it, I suppose. One of my friends, Dongheon, he tried to make me drink something carbonated to see if I was still the same. I spat it back out and just laid there on the floor..." Even if it was embarrassing, he found himself laughing all the same. He quieted himself to hear their laughter more, though. "Um... please don't ask me to do that, though. Yeonho would kill me if I got stains on his rug."

They shake their head, smiling up at them. "Nah, I won't. But that is a funny story to tell." They shifted a bit closer to him as they became quiet. He nervously stiffened for a second. Since they've been hanging out, he had found out so much about them. He was shocked at how many interests they shared, and even more so when he realized how attentive they were when he would ramble about his favorite topics. 

It only made his crush worse.

It's gotten so bad that his friends were beginning to notice. Gyehyeon was already teasing him, but Yeonho couldn't, considering he had also started seeing someone he met at his job. The others were just like Gyehyeon - teasing him until Yongseung scolded them like a mother. Also didn't help that this was his first crush in a while...

"Yongseung..."

Their voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Mhm?"

"There's something else I've also been curious about."

He tilted his head again. "Yeah? Ask away."

"I... kinda lied when we first met. About not knowing who you were."

His brow furrowed as he sat up a little. He waited for them to continue, "Truth is," they sighed, "I've seen you in a lot of my classes. The entry-level ones. Y'know, with the big halls. You always sat in the front, but you were never with anyone. You... don't have to answer, but why? Why do you sit by yourself?"

He took in a deep breath then sighed. Honestly not a question he was expecting, but he wasn't offended by it. They were merely being observant. "It's not exactly my choice," he began. "My main group of friends are all doing their own thing, so it's just been me on campus. And..." he stared at the ground, "I've tried talking to people. I don't know what it is about me. I asked my friends once. Yeonho told me that I look kind of intimidating. He figured people were just too nervous to talk to me," He shook his head. "But I've done my best to come across as nice. So, I don't know what I'm doing wrong..."

They quietly sat, eyes staring off as they listened attentively. They finally take a soft breath, "I... don't think it's on you, then. You're not doing anything wrong." They shuffled even closer. He felt their weight rest against him. "Okay, yeah, I'll admit, I was a bit intimidated by you. I mean, super pretty boy who's also insanely smart? I was also kinda worried you'd be some kind of jerk."

He paused, mouth slightly agape. Did they just-?

"But," they continued, "talking to you, hanging out with you, working with you..." They rest their head against his shoulder. "You surprised me. You're genuinely such a sweet person." His heart began to race, but not from their closeness. He felt a lump forming in his throat and had to swallow it down and cover it up with a quiet laugh. A hand wiped away the few tears that managed to leak from his eyes. 

"That's... That's really nice to hear, (y/n). Thank you. I could say the same of you... Being a sweet person, I mean. Not the intimidating part." He smiled warmly, "I actually find you quite pretty yourself."

He felt them flinch and their arm warm up against his. "Jeez, don't play like that, Yongseung..."

"I'm serious." he gazed down at them, silently waiting for them to raise their head up. When they did, he chuckled quietly at their red face. "Not only are you pretty, you're also intelligent, observant, and attentive." His voice quieted to a soft murmur as he leaned in. "I've never met someone quite like you."

He heard their breath get caught in their throat. A tiny smile couldn't help but appear on his face as a result. His forehead delicately rested on theirs; he could smell the perfume that was beginning to fade. "(y/n)..." He mumbled against their lips.

But he quickly pulled back as he heard keys jangling and the door creaking open. He bit down on his tongue and straightened out his lips as Yeonho entered. His friend paused, staring at the two of them. "...Did I interrupt something?" he snorted. 

"It's fine!" (y/n) blurted out. "It...It's getting late, anyway. I have a paper to finish." Yongseung could only sadly watch as they grabbed their things in a haste and rush to the door. "I'll um... I'll text you when I get home, okay? ... Bye." They hurried out, closing the door behind them. 

Yongseung jumped as Yeonho clapped his hands. "You were about to kiss them!" His friend laughed. But his smile dropped at Yongseung's glare. "What? Oh, c'mon! You know what time I come home!"

"I lost track of time," Yongseung grumbled. He started to clean up the area around him. "Damn, now it's just gonna be awkward," he hissed to himself. 

"Might've been awkward if you did kiss them too-"

"Not helping."

Yeonho raised his hands up in defeat, "Okay... Okay. Relax. Look, I'm sorry for ruining your little date." He hung his jacket up. "But if they really like you, then you'll get another chance soon enough." His eyes shifted to his phone. "Besides, it really is getting late. Have you ate?"

Yongseung sighed deeply. "No..."

"Then it's decided. I'll cook us up a quick meal; it'll help us sleep easier, 'kay?"

He couldn't help but nod. He could never be genuinely upset at his friend. It wasn't his fault. He just hoped he was right... 

After the brief dinner, he washed up and crawled into bed, phone in hand. He stared at the messages shared between himself and (y/n). Should he text them...? No, that might come off as too strong-

He jumped at the vibration. 

made it home see u in class :]

Despite them sending their little emoticon, he still felt like shit. He buried his face into his pillow as it began to burn hot. Why? Why did he do that? Now he might've ruined his only potential friendship - all because he got too greedy...

He took a deep breath then sighed. No use crying over it. He plugged in his phone then turned over. He'll deal with this tomorrow.

And tomorrow came all too fast. He honestly slept walked through the day. Everything his professors said went in one ear and out the other. He thought he could sleep it off, but no, it continued to haunt him. And (y/n) hasn't texted him since. His heart ached as a sudden thought came through: they hate him...

It was finally time for their class together. His footsteps felt heavy as he made his way to the building. He kept his head down, earbuds in. They can't hate him; they texted him last night! But what if that's just them being nice? His hands clenched together in his pockets. Man, he needed to apologize and soon -

His steps slowed as he took out his phone to check a notification. His eyes went wide, and he had to rub them to make sure it wasn't a mistake. His head shot up; he suddenly gained the energy to bolt the rest of the way. He knew the spot where (y/n) usually waited. And sure enough, he found them right there.

No fear weighed him down as he rushed up and called out their name. They turned towards him, only to jump as he grabbed their shoulders and spun them around. "Did you see it??" he asked excitedly. 

"Wh...What? See what?"

"Our grade! A perfect score!"

"What?!" They whip out their phone to check. "I...I mean, I knew we'd get a good grade, but a perfect score?" They looked up to him, "Shouldn't you be used to this? I'm sure you get perfect grades all the time-" They froze when he quickly kissed their cheek. Wide eyes stared at him as he was beaming. "No! Okay, sometimes, but I... I don't know! I guess since we worked so hard together on it... I guess I'm just... really proud?" He questioned himself. He finally noticed their expression and pulled their hands back.

"Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Yongseung softly grunted as his arm was yanked down. A blink later, and he felt soft lips against his own. His heart swelled with joy, but the feeling disappeared as quickly as it happened as they pulled back. He had to blink a few times to get out of his daze. 

"Tell your friend if you have me over next time." They huffed with burning red cheeks. "Also..." their eyes darted around nervously, "people are staring. Let's get inside before we're late for class."

He couldn't help but burst into laughter. His nose scrunched up as his wide smile returned. "Okay, I'll let him know." He offered a hand. "Come on. Be a real bad look if we were late after getting a perfect grade."

|| Part of the My House collection ||

[pickinglilahs]

NB!Harry (Drarry, my loves) Ch. 11

AO3 link, Chapter 1 Ch 10, Ch 12 2.2K I know I'm writing this for myself but it sorta makes me sad to see no one else had the same itch for trans!Harry

Haze was clean, dressed, and in the common room in 15 minutes. They then proceeded to spend the next six minutes all but shaking in an armchair; staring into the fire.

Every time someone came down the hall from the bedrooms, Haze would whip their gaze over, desperately praying it would be Draco.

It never was.

Haze checked the time again and told themself to give him a few more minutes. Twenty minutes was an estimate, not a countdown.

Closing their eyes and taking a deep breath, Haze tried to focus on relaxing. Starting with their toes, Haze concentrated on loosening all of their muscles, up their legs, chest, and arms. By the time they unlocked their jaw, Haze felt a hand settle on their knee.

Jumping, eyes flying open, Haze was greeted with the beautiful face of Draco Malfoy. Lunging forward, Haze almost knocked Draco flat on his back trying to wrap themself around him.

Draco chuckled; he had knelt and braced himself, knowing that would be Haze's reaction. Kissing the top of their head, Draco held Haze tightly.

"I'm here, Mon Ange. I'm here."

Haze breathed in the intoxicating scent of Draco's vanilla soap, finally able to relax again. Finally safe again.

After a long moment, Haze pulled back enough for the two of them to stand, Haze's arms moving from Draco's neck to his waist. Draco kept one arm around Haze and grabbed both of their school bags.

Haze finally relented one arm from Draco to take their bag, but Draco wouldn't hand it over.

"I've got it." Smiling down at them, he placed a kiss to Haze's temple and pulled them toward the door.

"I can carry my own bag." Haze blushed but smiled.

"I know, but I want to." Draco tightened his hold on Haze, placing another kiss to their temple.

Haze's steps faltered a bit. Draco wanted to carry their bag?

Haze's cheeks were still a bit warm as they made their way to the Great Hall. Haze contented themself with resting their head on Draco's shoulder so he could have both hands to eat.

Draco placed a cup of coffee and a plate of toast with jam in front of Haze before making his own breakfast. Haze brushed their hair from their face, giving a soft, "Thanks," before reaching for the coffee.

Hermione sat down across from them. "Morning."

The two returned her greeting, Haze finally sitting up straight to eat their toast brushing their hair back from their face again.

Hermione looked at them consideringly. "We need to teach you how to take care of your curls, Haze. Especially if you plan to keep growing it out."

Haze blinked at her. "Huh?"

Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes. It was no use talking to Haze this early in the morning. Especially since it seemed as if they had actually slept in today.

~~~

After eating, Draco tucked Haze back under his arm and the two made their way to class.

Draco and Hermione switched seats in Charms; Draco hooked his foot around Haze's desk, dragging it the tiniest bit closer.

This left Hermione to pair with Pansy to practice today's charm. While she was apprehensive at first and told Haze they owed her big, she seemed to relax and genuinely enjoy herself as the class wore on.

Today, they were practicing mending charms together, taking turns using the severing charm to rip seams and repairing them. Draco and Haze had turned their chairs to face each other, legs tangled together. Draco had removed his outer robes for them to work on, the cloth draped between them for better access.

On any other day, the mere premise of today's lesson would have sent Haze into an episode. Today? Haze and Draco were talking about how much they missed flying. They mastered the mending and severing charms in no time, moving on to severing the fabric itself and mending that.

Despite the potential the class had to go horribly wrong, Haze made it through without incident. Once dismissed, Haze picked up their bag and brushed their hair back from their face. Draco wrapped his arm around them and the two made their way out into the hall.

Haze followed Draco to his next class as they had a free period before lunch. As the two came up to the Advanced Magical Theory classroom, Draco pulled them off to the side of the hall across from the door.

He brought a hand up to Haze's cheek, "Will you be okay? I'm sure I could convince Professor Elwin to let you sit in. Especially considering you're helping me with my project."

Haze smiled and shook their head. "No, you go; I'll be alright. Got plenty of homework to keep me busy."

Draco searched their face, making sure they really were okay, before leaning down to give them a gentle kiss. "I'll meet you at lunch."

Haze nodded and stepped back, waiting until Draco had disappeared into the classroom to head off down the hall.

It wasn't that Haze had lied. They did have plenty of homework to keep them busy; it was just that the library wasn't their destination as they made their way through the castle.

Haze wasn't entirely certain why they hadn't just told Draco where they were going; they weren't keeping it a secret. Draco knew Haze was still exploring their gender and sense of self.

Maybe they just didn't want to give him any more reminders of how not normal they were. Haze was definitely still afraid Draco would realize they were too weird, too much to deal with, too broken, and leave.

Maybe they wouldn't be able to keep Draco forever, but they sure as hell weren't going to drive him away. Haze was going to hold onto him for as long as he let them.

~~~

Haze was waiting out in the corridor when Draco left his class. He went straight for them, noticing the absent look on their face.

"What's wrong?" He reached for them, wrapping Haze up in his arms.

They startled a bit, not having noticed Draco's approach. "Hm? Oh, nothing. Just... thinking."

Draco looked down at them skeptically. While absentminded and thoughtful, Haze didn't look distressed or anything, so Draco let it go. Kissing Haze's forehead, he asked, "Lunch?"

Haze nodded, pulling back to lace their fingers together. They walked down the hall, lost in the flow of students making their way toward lunch.

Draco was acutely aware of Haze's distance and wondered what had happened during their time apart that weighed so heavy on their mind. Haze, grounded by Draco's presence, sat and ate lunch, mind still focused on their conversation with Madam Pomfrey.

They had talked about the blockers she had put them on. The original potion would wear off naturally around Haze's next birthday—and they would be too old to take more—, but they could take another potion to counteract the blockers and start puberty as normal anytime. Since puberty caused permanent changes in the body, there was a lot to think about.

Relieved that Haze had come to this exploration on their own—and hadn't waited till the last minute—, Madam Pomfrey had suggested a Mind Healer who specialized in sex and gender identity.

Haze was wary, as their assigned Mind Healer after the war hadn't been able to do all that much for them. Pomfrey, though, insisted that she had a few different people in mind and Haze could change to someone else if they didn't like the one they met with.

Haze eventually agreed; though they did ask her to make sure that the Healer wouldn't make a big deal over who they were. Madam Pomfrey assured them that she had already considered that and told Haze they could see Healer Benns after their last class tomorrow.

~~~

Haze was so completely lost in thought, that they were startled to find themselves in Potions. Hours must have passed since they met with Pomfrey.

Looking around, Haze found themself grinding something into powder—common rue? maybe? —, and Draco beside them stirring a potion. Hermione was at the table in front of them, with her own cauldron, laughing with Pansy, who had her own pestle and mortar.

The clock on the wall beside them indicated that class was almost over. Blinking hard and shaking their head to clear it, Haze turned to the board to see what they were supposed to be making.

Felix Felicis

Oh.

Looking over, they found Draco watching them with a raised eyebrow. Haze gave a timid smile and continued grinding.

Draco leaned toward them slightly, still stirring. "Alright?"

Haze nodded, looking up at him, and smiled again. "Yeah. Just... lost in thought I suppose."

He hummed and turned back to the cauldron, not asking but obviously wanting to.

Draco refused to push Haze's boundaries; waiting until they were ready. That, more than anything, prompted Haze to say, "I went to see Madam Pomfrey."

At Draco's alarmed expression, Haze was quick to add, "Not about anything serious, just about..." Haze glanced back down at the mortar and pestle in their hands.

"Ah." Haze couldn't look at him, but he could hear the understanding in his voice. "And she gave you a lot to think about, I suppose."

Haze smiled. Draco wasn't asking what they talked about or what it was they were thinking. He was letting Haze decide what they were ready to share.

Haze wanted to kiss him. They settled for bumping their shoulder against his. "She set me up to see a Mind Healer tomorrow after class. Someone who specializes in this sort of thing."

Draco nodded slowly, took the stirring rod from the cauldron, and turned up the heat. Haze handed over the now-powdered common rue.

They watched in rapt attention as Draco finished the potion. Watched his arm muscles move under the fabric of his shirt. Watched his fingers dance gracefully. Watched the way a few strands of hair fell gently down to block Haze's view of his face.

They reached up absentmindedly to tuck the lock back behind his ear. Draco, focused on the potion, startled at the touch. Realizing, he glanced at Haze, offering a small, genuine smile.

"Thanks."

Haze smiled back. Tucking a lock of their own hair back. "You know, I think your hair is longer than mine."

Draco scoffed, keeping his eyes on the potion. "I highly doubt it; yours is just curly. Gives the illusion of being shorter."

Haze hummed in thought. "Maybe." They pulled on a strand. It was quite long; almost down to their shoulders when pulled straight like this. Unbidden, they asked, "Do you think I should cut it?"

Draco bit his tongue—hard—to stop the immediate 'NO!' from leaving his mouth. He loved Haze's hair; the dark nest of curls had always fascinated and distracted him, even before he had realized his infatuation with them was more love than hate.

Instead, he went with a more neutral answer. "I love your hair. It's beautiful."

Pansy and Hermione made half-genuine, half-mocking, 'Awww's from in front of them. Haze and Draco both looked up, alarmed to see the girls smiling back at them. They both giggled and turned back around to face their own cauldron.

Draco and Haze looked at each other. Draco voiced what they were both thinking. "What have we done?"

Haze shook their head, shuddering at the thought. Just one of the girls alone was dangerous. Together?

They could bring down the world.

Draco's wand chirped, pulling them out of their growing unease. He picked it up but paused. "I think you should do the incantation."

Haze blinked at him. "Me? Why? You're the one who did most of the work."

Draco rolled his eyes. "You've taken the potion before. Plus, your magic is stronger than mine."

Haze looked at him skeptically. They had no idea what either of those things had to do with casting the final incantation over the potion. Surely Draco’s experience and skill in potion-making counted for more. Still, they went willingly as Draco took them by the shoulders and directed them in front of the cauldron.

He pointed at the line in the textbook that had the incantation on it and whispered it in their ear. Goosebumps rose along their neck and arms. Haze could feel Draco's warmth pressed against their back.

They closed their eyes, trying to remember what it felt like to take the potion, relishing in the feel of Draco's hands on their hips and breath on their ear, very aware of Hermione and Pansy watching them.

Taking a deep breath, Haze let their magic fill them, then channeled it through their wand delicately.

Draco laughed in disbelief, right into Haze's ear. They jumped, eyes flying open.

"Sorry," He wrapped his arms fully around Haze's middle. "I just- We did it!" His voice was soft, but full of awe.

Haze looked down into the cauldron and saw the golden potion jumping merrily inside. They laughed too. "We did it."

Haze glanced up to find Hermione smiling at them. She winked before turning back to her own perfect potion.

Haze sighed contentedly, relaxing back into Draco's arms.

They had no use for this potion.

Not anymore.

[norskgal]

I’ve considered writing a fanfic before, but I just don’t think I have the time/creativity for it. I saw @hinnymicrofic’s account, and I figured I might as well give it a shot (so bear with me).

This story is based on my own postpartum experience.

June 1st: Blue

James Sirius had made his way into the world two nights before, and he was absolutely perfect.

With that being said, James had been up all night the previous evening, crying out seemingly every 10 minutes. Around one in the morning, Ginny finally told Harry to just go to bed and get some sleep. “All he wants is to eat, and there’s nothing you can really do for that,” she said. When Harry protested, she added that someone was going to have to watch James the next day, and there wasn’t enough coffee in the world for them both to stay up that long. Harry finally gave in and got a few hours of sleep.

Molly had shown up early the next morning and went straight to the kitchen to whip up a world-class breakfast. With her growing number of grandchildren, not to mention having seven children of her own, she knew it had probably been a rough night. “It’s second night syndrome, sweetheart. Little James is just adjusting to life outside of your belly, it’s completely normal,” she reassured her daughter over eggs, bacon, and a strong cup of coffee.

After breakfast, it had taken a little convincing, but Molly had finally persuaded Ginny to take a hot shower and get some rest. Ginny gently placed James in his Grandma Molly’s arms, where he was currently snuggled up and napping, before heading upstairs.

Harry tore himself away from gazing at his newborn son, and whispered that he was going to go check on Ginny. Molly gently nodded and whispered back that it was probably a good idea to check on her.

He could hear the sound of the shower running as he approached the door of the master bathroom. He gently knocked before softly calling out, “Ginny? I just wanted to check in and see if you need anything?”

He heard no response, so he opened the cracked door and was instantly engulfed in the steam from the hot shower. That’s when he heard her.

He rushed over to the shower, where Ginny was gently crying as she stood under the hot water’s spray. “Ginny?” Harry gently asked, “Love, are you okay?”

“I’m f-fine. I g-got in the shower and w-washed my hair, then I suddenly s-started crying over n-nothing! I th-think it must be the b-baby blues,” Ginny tearfully explained.

They had read about the baby blues in the books they had bought when they found out they were going to have a baby. The combination of hormones, lack of sleep, and other major changes that come with having a baby can cause them, so it was no surprise that Ginny was feeling them after her sleepless night. There was really nothing Harry could do other than be there for her and help her in any way he was able.

So, Harry reached for Ginny’s favorite body wash, lathered up her loofah, and gently scrubbed her arms, chest, back, and legs, careful to avoid anyplace that might be tender. Then, he shut off the water before placing a warming charm on a fluffy towel and wrapping it around Ginny. He left the room for a second to grab her favorite sweatpants and jumper, and he helped her put them on.

By that time, she seemed to have calmed down a little bit and was not crying anymore. Harry wrapped her in his arms, and looked into her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“You are absolutely incredible. Seeing you have our son was the greatest gift, and you are already the best mother in the world. I love you more than anything, and I am so grateful to you for giving me a family. Now, you get some rest. Your mom and I have everything handled with James for the time being, I promise.”

Harry then led her to their bed, tucked her in, and gave her a quick peck on the lips. He charmed the curtains closed and shut of the lights, and then he quietly exited the room.

Ginny was fast asleep before he even closed the bedroom door.

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/15: Chill and Fog

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 958

Additional tags: alternate universe, First Class aged Cherik, the inherent creep factor of walking home alone at night, Cherik is together but they don’t live together yet, gratuitous cuddling, implied future cuddling, I’m back on my fluff bullshit again

Side note: two prompts again. Not quite as long as the last one, but it’s long enough for a cut. Was initially going to be angsty, if you can believe it. However, I can never seem to stop the fluff when I get myself going, lol.

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Charles shuddered and pulled his coat tighter around him. The path through the park was clear enough, but the fog curling around his ankles and through the trees lent everything an eerie feeling. His way was lit by moonlight, also reflecting off the pond to his right, and he counted his lucky stars that tonight’s moon was full.

In any other circumstances - if it was his sister walking home, for example - he might have suggested a different route. Or just tell her to ask for a ride. But Charles was nothing if not stubborn. The early afternoon had been lovely, a perfect autumn day for a walk. Which he had done. But actions have consequences, and he was reaping them now.

Several times throughout, Charles could have sworn he’d seen a shadow in the mist. The vaguest shape of a man. Or a beast. Perhaps a bit of both. He was no stranger to men who acted in a beastly manner. The cold October breeze whipped through, making him pull his coat tighter once again. It was mostly thick, but a bit threadbare in some places. He didn’t want to admit that Erik had been right when he suggested (demanded, more like) Charles buy a new one, but… Erik had been right. I’ll tell him that as soon as I see him again. Good lord, he’ll be insufferable about it.

Something rustled beside him in the underbrush. He froze. After a few seconds, a dark shape darted out. It stopped to look at him, and he let out a nervous breath he’d been holding. Just a cat. Mostly black, but with a few light patches here and there. It made no sound, but stared at him as if daring him to make the first move. Or any move.

“Pardon me,” Charles said and continued walking, giving the animal a wide berth. It stayed there in the middle of the path, watching him, until he had put a few more yards between them. By the time he looked back again, it was gone. He hoped, wherever the cat was heading, that they would be warm and safe. And that a surprise appearance by a small furry creature would be the most excitement he would see on his trek back home.

He turned out to be right. The journey, about ten minutes long post-cat encounter, was delightfully uneventful. The worst thing about it by far was the breeze, sporadic but biting. His hands felt frozen despite him trying to keep them tucked away whenever he could. So much so that he fumbled with his keys on his doorstep, dropping them twice before he managed to find the building key. After that, he made his way through the lobby and up the stairs to his second level flat.

The minute he opened the door, he was hit by a blast of pleasant warmth. The heaters were running. They had been for a while. Charles hadn’t expected this. Nor did he expect a familiar face to poke out from around the corner.

“Erik?”

A smile. “Hello, old friend.”

Charles scoffed at the endearment. Old was hardly a term he’d have used to describe either of them, but the sentiment was one he shared.

“Hello, love.” He hung up his coat before crossing the distance and planting a kiss on the other man’s (warm! So warm!) lips. Erik frowned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

“You’re freezing, Charles!”

Charles could only nod, and tuck his face into Erik’s neck. “‘S cold.”

To his credit, Erik didn’t flinch away from the ice cube of a nose rubbing against his skin. Instead, he pulled Charles closer. “Happy to be your personal heater, of course, but maybe next time you’ll let me come pick you up. Or better still, take your own car.”

Charles shook his head slowly. The feeling was coming back to his extremities, bringing with it pinpricks of tingling sensation. “Want an excuse to cuddle,” he mumbled.

Erik chuckled. “No excuse necessary, liebling. I’d just rather you be warm and comfortable when I stop by.”

“Warmer now.”

It was physically impossible for Erik to pull Charles any closer to him, but by G-d he tried. He’d have carved room into his ribcage just so that Charles would have a space to be safe and cared for forever. He always was the dramatic one between them. With that thought in mind he shifted a little, looking at Charles’ flushed face.

“Come on,” he tugged him towards the sofa. “Sit with me. I’ve got the good blankets. And a book I know you love. Maybe even some tea, if you can stand to be out of my arms for a few minutes?”

Charles considered this. Seemed to find it a good and reasonable suggestion. Nodded.

“Alright then. You go get comfortable. I’ll grab the Earl Grey. And we’ll sit and get you all warmed up together, hm?”

His partner hummed his approval, tilting his head back expectantly. Erik rolled his eyes, but felt a bloom of affection in his chest.

“So demanding,” he deadpanned before leaning down and kissing him again. And again. On the third pass, Charles attempted to deepen the kiss, which Erik allowed. For a moment at least, before pulling back, ignoring the other man’s quiet whine at the loss. “You’re a menace, my love. Still a cold one, though. Go on.”

He pushed a pouting Charles in the direction of the living area, towards the ratty old couch that’s needed replacing for months but they could never seem to find the time. As for himself, he made his way to the kitchen. There was a box of tea in there with both of their names on it, after all.

[nabibeans]

MILF! HWA // College! joong.

•

Hongjoong and Seonghwa weren’t exactly your average couple; especially when it came to their age gap, Hongjoong himself was 25 while Seonghwa had just turned 36. Not that he cared even in the slightest that his beautiful girlfriend was older than him, she was the woman of his dreams and that’s all that mattered. He’d do anything for the love of his life; no matter what the cost, a ding from his phone captured his attention.

🐰🍯: baby, I started my period. Can you bring home some tampons? They’re in a purple box when you go to the store. Thank you, I love you. ❤️

Fuck. Maybe he was a bit too whipped. Hongjoong however replied that he would indeed get his girlfriend the tampons she needed; and he’d also grab a few of her favorite period snacks and a comfy blanket to cuddle into while he wasn’t home, his queen deserved the best and that was exactly what he was going to give her. “Hey man, what are you doing after class wanna hang out?” Mingi, his long time friend sat next to him. There was only a few minutes left so everyone was preparing to leave and go home for the day. “Ah my girlfriend isn’t feeling well, so I’m gonna head to the store and get some things for her.” Mingi wiggled his eyebrows. “Did you knock her up?” , “god! No Mingi! She’s on birth control. She got her period, that’s all.” That seemed to have catch the attention of Jongho in front of him. “You do know what tampons to get right? Yeosang gave me one hell of a lecture when I didn’t buy the right ones last time. It’s a good thing she’s pregnant so I won’t get bitched at for nine months.” Yeosang was Jongho’s girlfriend of 10 years. They’d been dating since high school and never once split up, “I think so? She said they’re in a purple box.” He decided it would be better to confirm by looking online first, only to discover there were a ton of tampons that came in purple boxes. “Fuck.” , “How old is she? That could help.”

Hongjoong blushed scratching the back of his neck, “she’s 35.” , “oh shit!?” The two men beside him said in unison. They certainly hadn’t expected their friend to be into older women. “Okay so she needs something comfortable but will get the job done. I’ll come with you and show you what I usually get Yeosang if that helps.” Jongho was a blessing. Truly. “Thanks Jongho, I really don’t want to face her wrath right now.” Once class was over Jongho and Hongjoong headed to the nearest store together to get everything they needed; Yeosang had requested her favorite candy and who was Jongho to deny his pregnant girlfriend. “Since she’s older she’ll likely need a smaller size since she’s not bleeding as much.” Hongjoong piped up quickly, “oh seonghwa has heavy periods, she has Endometriosis.” Jongho mentally slapped himself. “Okay so these.” He quickly picked up a purple box and pressed it into Hongjoong’s hands. “These are what she meant. If not tell her it’s my fault. Now let’s get out of here before anyone comes down this aisle.” Hongjoong would have to thank him later.

•

Back at home; Seonghwa was curled up on the couch with a pint of ice cream and a blanket draped over her shoulders, her eyes had dark circles under them. “Hurry home Joongie, I need you.” She sighed dropping the spoon into the now empty ice cream pint as she began to cry again. Her whole body hurt; she felt so nauseous , and all she wanted was her boyfriend to come home and cuddle up with her in bed.

The front door unlocked with a click before opening, “hey baby I’m home- why are you crying!? Seonghwa…my love.” Hongjoong immediately put the bag down rushing over to his girlfriend, wrapping her up in his arms tightly. Seonghwa allowed herself to cry freely as she cuddled against her boyfriend. “My body is just so…gross. And I feel so nauseous but I keep eating shitty food and I missed you.” The older woman clung to her lover, letting him soothe her as she cried. Hongjoong kissed her tears away softly as he rocked his lover, “sounds like my honey bunny needs a nice relaxing bubble bath and then some cuddles in bed with a movie. How’s that sound baby? I’ll clean up while you take a bath.” Seonghwa nodded through her tears, happy her boyfriend was so caring. “Yes, thank you baby. Did you get what I asked for?” Hongjoong grabbed the bag nodding. “I got your tampons, and some snacks and a heating pad. You’re all set for the week babe.” He leaned in to kiss his girlfriend softly, her plush lips molding to his perfectly.

“Thank you baby, I love you.” , “I love you too.” Hongjoong kissed her one more time before getting up to start the bath for his girlfriend, letting her soak while he cleaned up the apartment. Cleaning up the couch and coffee table; setting out a menu for dinner later, making the bed and adding an extra blanket to keep Seonghwa extra comfy. He even laid out her favorite pajamas! Seonghwa eventually emerged from the bathroom, she looked much more relaxed now than she had before. “I feel much better, thank you baby.” Her arms wrapped around Hongjoong’s neck for another kiss. His hands found her hips, kissing his girlfriend lovingly. “Of course baby, you deserve it. Now let’s get comfy and cuddle okay?” Seonghwa nodded pulling away from her boyfriend to get dressed.

Their evening was filled with lots of cuddling and kissing; Hongjoong’s head resting on top of Seonghwa’s as she had finally drifted to sleep in his arms, her vanilla shampoo invading his nose whenever she’d shift underneath his chin. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, just letting his beautiful girlfriend sleep in his arms while he ordered dinner for the two of them, something simple and easy to eat in bed since he didn’t want to move Seonghwa too much. After a few moments; his love stirred from her sleep rubbing her eyes, “did I fall asleep?” Hongjoong nodded kissing her forehead. “You did, but I wanted you to sleep since you looked tired.” Seonghwa nodded in agreement sitting up slowly with her boyfriend.

“Thank you for taking care of me babe.” , “I always will.” The couple shared a passionate kiss. Their evening together just getting started.

This is just one of many Milf! Fem! Seonghwa fics I’ve written. Maybe I’ll post more here soon? This one was pretty short and a little rushed. 🙃

[bohemian-napsodyy]

I need more Freddie angst okay,,, give me a n y t h I n g,,just make it angsty I’m begging you

you got it, nonnie! I’ll add an actual angsty Freddie fic to my To-Write List because I don’t have any angst for him planned up till now! 

But since it might be a while before I release that imagine, here’s an Angsty Headcanon to tide you over for now 😉

Your First Fight

up until now, your relationship had actually been magical

you didn’t even think it was possible, but for some reason you and Freddie just seemed to understand each other on a whole other level

it was like your strengths perfectly balanced his weaknesses, and vice versa

so it was easy to pick the other up when one of you was feeling down or upset

…..until the moment you got upset at him for the first time in your relationship

hooooo boy

your request wasn’t even irrational at all

you just expressed how frustrated you were that Freddie was constantly going in to the studio to record

“Freddie, I get it — you have to finish the album before the end of the month, but I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Darling, I’m looking at you right now.”

Freddie would be cheeky about it at first

he wouldn’t exactly be able to tell if you’re just teasing or if you’re actually mad

and to be honest, he really didn’t want to get angry at you

so he takes all your comments way too lightly, hoping to cheer you up

it does the exact opposite

it’s when you start raising your voice, about how both of you need to try and make your relationship work that he kinda… snaps. hard.

“This is my fucking job, Y/N, would you rather I go back to baggage claim at the airport!?”

You get really angry, because Freddie just isn’t listening

all he’s doing is defending his own side

he straight up refuses to see things from your point of view.

It’s when you bitterly snap that Freddie’s cats are starting to mean more to you than he does

oh man, that’s when things go to hell

Brian and Roger had told you about various moments when it was an absolute shitshow in the studio

but now you knew what they meant, dear god

Freddie doesn’t throw things, no

as soon as he hears the snarky comment you made, he takes an arm and straight up knocks everything on the table onto the floor.

there’s a long, loud string of obscenities that are yelled as well.

you just want him to stop, but okay to be honest you’re angry too and Freddie’s childlike tantrum fit just made it worse

it’s a surprise that the neighbours don’t knock to ask if everything is okay, the both of you are screaming at each other so loudly.

but then you fall very quiet

and it scares the shit out of him

because he knows you aren’t kidding around anymore.

“I think it’s time for me to take a break.”

you’d only whisper that sentence but it horrifies Freddie a million times more than the mess of broken glass on the floor.

You don’t want to leave but you genuinely have to

because otherwise both of you would suffocate in this fire you started

so you let Freddie cool off in the house while you go to John’s place

and the entire time you were gone, Freddie would just sit on the floor and finally understand

everything would just kind of come to him in a rush and he’d realize just how big of an asshole he had been

and he would feel so heavy, so pathetic that he had lost control and lashed out like that.

[my-1heart]

I’m here for them.

Leona x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 545

Note: this is another prompt that has to do with Leona sleeping as this is a headcanon based one rather then a random idea that popped into my mind.

It was another day. Nothing special, just another day at NRC. No overblots and somehow no nagging Ruggies.

Just Leona and the botanical garden. A nap awaited him. Finally a peaceful nap.

Or so he thought.

Normally he’d fallen asleep in 3 seconds flat. After all, that was his natural talent. But yet after 10 minutes of tossing and turning, he gave up.

Just laying there, staring at the glass ceiling. Completely annoyed and bored out of his mind.

“This is such a hassle.” He grumbled, annoyance in his tone.

After another 5 minutes, he had enough. Standing up and exiting the garden, he began to hunt for the herbivore.

Perhaps his herbivore could fix this problem. They seemed like they could use a nap after all the stuff that’s been happening.

Looking at his phone for the time, he noticed it was 5th period. Which means he’d find them in Trein’s class.

“Oh how fun.” He huffed, making his way to said classroom.

Another few quick minutes flew by as he finally made it to the class.

Giving no mind nor care, he swung the door open and walked into the room. Stopping near Trein’s stand to quickly scan the rows of students in search for his herbivore.

“Mr. Kingscholar! What is the meaning of this sudden appearance?!” Trein yelled, causing Leona to click his tongue.

How annoying, he thought, rubbing his temples.

“You do realize class is in session, correct? You-” “I’m not here to listen to you lecture me. I’m here for them.” He cut Trein off and pointed at you. To which you whipped your finger towards yourself in confusion.

“Me?” You had blurted out. He gave you a quick nod and approached you.

“I need a nap. You need a nap. It’s a simple solution, now let’s go.” He declared, now pulling you out of the room.

From the distance, all you could hear was Trein yelling about how Leona had to return you immediately and whatnot, this only caused Leona to let out a laugh.

“So where are we going exactly…?” You questioned, noticing you were being dragged away from the direction of the garden.

“To my room of course. Where else?” He answered with mocking tone.

The rest of the walk was silent as you both made you way to the mirror chambers. Well technically he was walking and you were dragged.

Finally entering Savanaclaw’s territory, you could feel the immediate change in temperature.

“You’ll live.” Leona teased.

You grumbled and continued following him. Once in his room, you were picked up and plopped on the bed.

“Finally, I can nap.” He sighed, laying down next to you.

“Okay… so like, why did I have to be here? I have class to attend.” You complained.

“I told you earlier. I need a nap and so do you, so sleep.” He grumbled, bringing his hand up to your face and gently pushing it onto the pillow.

You could only let out a muffled cry before he pulled you close.

“Sleep. No more talking.” He instructed, before letting out a loud yawn.

Seeing no use in fighting, you closed your eyes and almost immediately fell asleep.

“Told you, you needed a nap.” He smirked, before drifting to sleep himself.