#ignore thos pleasee

[kyoupann]

Thought The Tumblr would appreciate my outfit for a free showing of Les Mis ✨️

[bambisnc]

late night conversations [ft. j.wy]

-> pt2 of this [recap] -> you’re just about to point out that you are, in fact, just a fake girlfriend but before you can wonyoung interrupts you, tilting your face towards her in a way that leaves your lips inches away from hers (and leaves you completely breathless), her tone dripping with urgency, “he’s looking. kiss me now.”

pairing : wony x reader genre : fluffyy/crack/angstish + fake dating trope! cw/tw : kissing + super lowk suggestive + u dont have to read pt1 but u'd get a lil bg so + uneditted oohf ;-; wc : 2! pages! in google docs yayay

“well aren’t you just the best kisser ever~” 

“jang wonyoung do you want me to cry.”

your fake girlfriend’s arm drapes itself over your shoulder, “but yn.. i’m the one who’s sad.. you know, i’d asked my girlfriend to kiss me, but she ended up biting my lip. i think i even saw a little blood…” you try to push her figure off of you, only for her to loop another under your knees and position you to sit on her lap with astonishing ease.

“or should i take it to mean that you were just that excited to kiss me, hmm~?” she’s teasing you, trying to rile you up – you know that. 

but since when did fake dating involve.. this much intimacy? wonyoung is still whining about how much your action pained her, you panicked okay?!, but the casual way she rests her hand on your hip and her face nuzzles into your neck, placing kisses which seem to be dangerously lowering with every successive brush of her lips on your skin.., just seems a bit too real to be considered a show.

when you’d asked her, wonyoung had an answer ready at the tip of her tongue, “we need to practice; yn c’mon you seriously don’t expect people to believe us if you keep acting all stiff. we need practice.” and voila, she’d invited herself into your house.

you ignored the dull glint of .. something you couldn’t really understand in her usually bright eyes. you ignored how her rigid expression felt like a knife to your heart.

“hey.,” 2 hands press against your face, forcing your lips into a little pout, “pay attention to me.” you think she’s still being playful, but her expression is the most serious you’ve ever seen it.. 

and then, a featherlight touch of her lips on yours.

it leaves you a little dizzy, to be honest. you’ve kissed before, and this was barely even considerable comparing your past ‘practice’ sessions with wonyoung.. so maybe it’s something about this moment in particular. 

you’d long accepted that she’d only remain a hallway crush, an alluring daydream. because you knew there was no way you could get over her unless.. unless maybe if you got the closure you needed. that you and her could never happen. which was why you’d accepted her plea to be her fake girlfriend. 

you’d hope the way she was basically using you would be enough to knock some sense back into your love lost brain. but it didn’t. you realized if it was wonyoung, you’d be okay with her doing whatever, however, whenever she wanted.

and maybe.. maybe your feelings weren’t completely hopeless. maybe you had a chance.

“wah yn- c’mon do you want me to beg?” wonyoung asks, her arms now moving to pull you closer to her, embracing you ever so tenderly, “i’ll do it if you want, you know? pleasee~ tell me why you were late to the party? you said something about an issue?”

you sigh, “it’s..complicated. a really long story. and it’s 2 am..”

“so? we have all the time in the world.” 

it’s really hard to argue with her in your current position, especially when her fingers are tracing soothing, mindless patterns on your back.

wonyoung decides you need further convincing, mumbling a “i want you to speak your mind around me yn.. let that mask of yours drop now.. please?” to do so.

gods, at this point you’d even tell her all your banking information if she wanted you to.

notes : honorary dedication to yuyu again n @elliesrosetoy ! (ily btoh) !! <3 + [m.list] (lowkey thinking of a pt3,, lmk tho!)

update -> [pt.3] !! [series m.list]

[hopefulidiocy]

helloo!! can i request a professor lupin x reader pleasee :))

in how he’d deal with a very shy, quite aloof student reader who is defo not unwilling btw!! but just very inexperienced in dating stuff. how would he try and court them pre-relationship once they both have this mutual interest for each other and how would that show (glances in class, conversations in the hallway, notes of praise after he returns a paper, etc)

thank u :)))

Most Ardently

Professor!Lupin x Student!Reader

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, SLIGHT smut if you read super carefully. My grammar is bad. Let me live.

Word count: 5k. Get snacks, it’s a long ass ride (slow burn)

‼️LUPIN IS 28 AND Y/N IS 19‼️

A/N: I hope you love it!! I think I wrote her more aloof than shy tho <3 thanks for your request!

~

Goosepimples travel up your legs as you walked through the corridors, cursing yourself for not wearing tights when the sun was high in the sky this morning. You tucked your books under your arms as your robe flew behind you, you were late to class. You hated being late, just as much as you hated answering in class; you shivered as you thought of every student turning towards you hesitating at the door with your cheeks glowing red like always. It was your biggest curse. The fact your cheeks glowed red in any temperature and whenever your heart beat pitched ever so slightly. Everyone knew when you were embarrassed and shy and everyone made fun of you; including your friends.

The DADA classroom door was wide open; you had to halt, not far from the door but far enough so no one would see you waiting there like a numpty. You heard Professor Lupin, his gentle voice carrying through the air as you try to calm your breathing. It’s just a couple of students, no one is staring at you, no one is going to be mean. You thought to yourself as you inhaled through your nose, finally acquiring the confidence (if you can call it that) and made your way into the classroom.

Everyone turned to look. Everyone watched you as you walked, scarily fast, towards the front row where your seat was next to your best friend. She gave you a raised eyebrow, you ignored it though because you wanted the class to continue as fast as possible and you sat, slamming your books on the wooden desk; jumping at the sound that echoed. You looked up and saw Professor Lupin staring at you with a calm, but bored look. Celine, your best friend, nudged you with her pointy elbow. You were confused for a moment, a few students sighing through their nose, and you stared blankly at Professor Lupin who had now tucked his hands in his robe.

“Apologise for being late.” Celine hissed, quietly.

“Oh!” You startled. “Sorry for being late.” Celine cleared her throat. “Sir.” It came across rude and sarcastic but you truly didn’t mean that, you were put on spot to speak and that ached your social battery already.

“Thank you, Miss Y/L/N.” He nodded once and continued on with the class. Finally.

You hunched over your work, your writing started off as careful looped letters that graced your page with beautiful elegance but by the end of the class, you were writing like a six year old; your hand aching. Celine had already packed up when you were finishing your paragraph.

“Must you always write so much?” She moaned. “I want food!” She stamped her foot and pouted, you smiled at your friend always wanting to opt for the dramatics as you began packing away your stuff.

“You’ll survive another ten minutes.” You smiled, loving your friend and her way of words. Professor Lupin was cleaning his blackboard when the rest of the students left, no one thanking him but you did. You always thanked your teachers.

“Thanks, Professor.” You smiled brightly and he looked over his shoulder, giving a flat handed wave with a smile dancing on his lips. You kept eye contact as you walked out the classroom.

That eye contact definitely made your heart shrivel up inside because you didn’t mean to hold it for that long and…. Merlin. Did he think you were weird? Did he think why is this girl staring at me? You tried to dispel those thoughts from your head as you reached the Hufflepuff table, with your friends who were eagerly eating their lunches.

“Wow, Celine, it’s unlike you to be here fifteen minutes past the beginning of lunch!” Jonny laughed, an older student, just by a year.

“Miss Suck-Up was too busy writing a manifesto and I had to wait for her.” She dumped her bags on the floor and slumped onto the bench, instantly piling her plate with chicken, salad and chips. You sat opposite her and silently ate some rice and salad, being the pickiest eater in Hufflepuff.

~

Deep yellow candlelight’s hung off the ceiling as you curved over your work books, your hand going one thousand miles an hour across your page; so much so you forgot to care about the neatness of it all. It was your fault that your hand was aching, almost feeling bruised, because your DADA homework was due tomorrow. Despite having a nice Professor, DADA was definitely your weakest subject and you tried and tried to get the best grades possible but it just never worked. A hand landed on your shoulder, you stifled a scream as you looked up to see the librarian.

“Library is shutting now, dearie.” She said, patting your shoulder softly. You nodded, swallowing down your tongue and gathering everything into your bag. You slung it over your shoulder, slugging towards the Hufflepuff Common Room with heavy feet. The tiredness was beginning to creep in and it was a great feat to keep your eyes open.

“Miss Y/L/N.” A familiar voice said behind you. You whipped around, suddenly alert and saw Professor Lupin standing in front of you, his wand in front of him with a lighted tip. His hair was slightly askew but he looked nice all the same.

“Um. Hi.” You said, unable to create pleasant conversation because you were too tired but also because you simply didn’t know how to speak to a Professor outside the classroom.

“Late to class?” There was a confusing lilt to his voice.

“Classes finished two hours ago, sir.” You said, your eyebrows raising in suspicion. He chuckled to himself, shuffling on his feet and looking down at the stone floor.

“It was a joke, Miss Y/L/N.” You sucked in all the air and you felt that all too familiar heat bursting in your cheeks, you looked down, clearing your throat.

“Sorry.” You whispered, too embarrassed to look at him.

“No need for apologies, Miss Y/L/N. It was a sweet reaction.” His voice was drunk with warmth.

“I should… probably go. It’s curfew soon.” You said, still looking down and you knew he smiled and said goodnight but you were rushing to the Common Room before he even opened his mouth to speak.

~

“You have no idea, I was absolutely hammered.” Your friend, Lucas, said; his mouth full of bacon as he spoke over you and to Celine, who was intently listening over her Greek yogurt.

“Where did you go? You disappeared.” Celine said, spooning a mountain of yogurt into her mouth. Last night, Ravenclaw had a Common Room party and they only invited Hufflepuff and their own House; but you were dead to the world by the time it had begun. You do remember, though, your friends stumbling into their beds with slurring words and wide eyes.

You switched off from the conversation as your eyes wandered towards the teachers table where Professor Lupin was deep in conversation with your favourite Professor Sprout. You watched carefully as his bottom lip moved up and down, his eyes twinkling with intelligence as they spoke about a deep mutual interest and you admired the way he used his arms to express his words. But you were staring too much because Professor Lupin caught your eye, a sweet smile on his lips as he nodded in your direction. Your heart jumped in your throat and you turned down at your food, spooning porridge into your mouth so much you had to have Celine bang against your back to stop you from choking. Mortifying.

You couldn’t look your Professor in the eyes when you sat, your back slightly arched and your hands tucked between your thighs as you looked at the large black wardrobe in the middle of the room. Despite all desks being pushed to the sides, you still found a place to perch, so you did. Professor Lupin was gallivanting around the classroom, telling the students about Boggats and the spell Riddikulus.

“Didn’t we do this a couple of years ago?” Celine questioned, you envied the fact that your peers could outright speak to anyone they came face to face with. You couldn’t.

“Yes but with everything that’s brewing, it’s important for you all to understand this.” He replied simply. “Okay!” He clapped his hands together. “Everyone form a singular line.” Celine held onto your hand as you both took place, you behind Celine. Your hands began to sweat as you took the steps forward as students mastered the spell and had escaped to the end of the line. It was too quick and you were next after Celine. She squeezed her eyes shut and imagined a big clown running playfully towards her with a menacing laugh.

“RIDDIKULUS!” She howled with her wand straight at this clown and it bundled to the floor into balloons that filtered through the air. As she turned, she squeezed your shoulder and winked. You tried to smile but nothing came and you stood there, silent, staring at this dark wardrobe. You shut your eyes, squeezing your eyelids so much you feel your brain begin to hurt and you think, think and think. Until your eyes open and you see it. Yourself, scared and crying, with students around you; they’re laughing at you and you look down and see that you had wet yourself. You, in real time, begin to shake, your hands trembling so much your wand clatters to the ground and your heart begins to shake your ribcage as you stumble back. Lupin walks over to you, a slight change in his face. Something akin to confusion, embarrassment or sadness. He makes his way over, his wand at the ready until you notice his eyes; pity pouring out and she couldn’t take it anymore. All eyes were on you as you sprinted out the room. Your breathing laboured and fast as your legs brought you to a skidding halt outside your common room. You leaned against the wall, tears streaming down your face and your heart pounding harder than it has before; breathing deep and hurting your small chest.

“Y/N! You run so fast!” Your best friend ran basically at you, her breathing quick, and engulfed you in a warm hug. Her arms clasping around your back, she cradled you from side to side and shushed, her hand stroking your hair as you cried into the crook of her neck.

You weren’t fully sure why you were crying. Maybe it’s finally realising your nightmarish fear, right in front of your eyes; or maybe it’s seeing Lupin stalk towards you, something akin to pity in his eyes as his wand began to move. Still, whatever it was, the hurt in your chest was splitting you apart.

~

A few hours later, it was dinner and you mustered the courage to sit with your peers; still reeling from the shock. Lucas smiles at you as you approach the table, clutching your wrists and sitting opposite him. To your surprise, he reaches forward and places his fingers on your knuckles;

“I hope you’re okay, Y/N.” He says softly, a smile growing across his lips and he sits back when you simply give him a nod of thanks.

“We’re not talking about it.” Celine swipes her hand in the air, mimicking a line and slapped her hand on a chicken drumstick, taking it and shoving it in her mouth; speaking again. “Anyway, Professor Snape can do one..” Celine rattled on about Snape, but you were done listening instead you smushed your food around your plate, thinking of Lupin’s sad face and the feeling in your chest. Behind you, someone coughed. Startled, you turned around to Professor Lupin’s chest, in a light green shirt and an askew black tie. Your eyes hesitantly travelled from his chest to his brown beard to his kind hazel eyes that were looking down at you.

“Miss Y/L/N, may i speak with you?” You nodded, swinging your legs over the bench and following him outside the Great Hall, where students were beginning to leave. He turns, leaning against the wall smoothly. “How are you?” He is casual. You are not. So you shake your head.

“Good.” You gulped, shoving your hands deep in your robe pockets.

“I would like to tutor you if it isn’t too much trouble.” He said.

“Why?” But he hesitated. Looking around before answering you, he pushed himself off the wall.

“What happened today…” he sees your eyes well. “It’s normal for a human being to act like that and I don’t want to see a bright student struggle with something she needs to understand, so let me tutor you, every Tuesday evening at 6 until 7PM. How does that sound?”

How does that sound? You weren’t sure. Being alone in a room with a man so incredible at magic and being that sad little student crying over students looking at her would be humiliating. But you want, so badly, to be a good witch and you’re a natural people pleaser.

“Sure. Sounds good.” You manage a smile. He seemed pretty pleased with that, smiling at you and walking back into the Great Hall.

~

A week later, you’re walking through the corridors as your peers hang in their dorms or the common rooms after a particularly hard day with mock exams in Potions and Herbology. You absolutely smashed the Herbology exam, which was obvious as you were a natural in that subject. Professor Sprout even gave you a bear hug after the exam, when you came out with tears streaming down your cheeks with happiness.

Your tutoring with Professor Lupin started tonight and despite your happiness, you were still terrified of the lesson. DADA classroom door was open and you could hear Lupin speaking, encouragingly and another nasal voice responding. You stand in the open doorway and notice Harry Potter sitting on the steps, his head in his hands, Lupin with a bar of chocolate in his hand, standing over him.

“Ah! Miss Y/L/N! Good to see you, step in, me and Harry are finished now.” He slapped Harry on the back, friendly, and Harry stood up. Pulling his robe on, he looked at you and smiled.

“Hey, Y/N.” He said, passing you.

“Hey, Harry.” You whispered and you stepped into the classroom.

“Take off your robe.” He smiled. “Get comfortable, it’s going to be a bit intense.” He also stripped off his own robe, discarding in on the staircase to his office and holding his hand out for yours. You shrug it off, instantly feeling cold, and hand it to him before covering your body with your arms.

“Are you feeling nervous?” He asked, pushing the black wardrobe forward towards you and your heart pitches; breathing deeply through your nose but it doesn’t do anything for you.

“A little.” You shrugged, fetching your wand from your skirt waistband. You tighten your fist around it, your palms slick with sweat as Lupin gestures you to come forward to face the wardrobe.

“Look straight at it, at your reflection in the mirror and breathe. Deep, measured breaths. Calm your heart to a normal pace.” He was standing behind you, his breath travelling down the back of your neck. You do as he says, closing your eyes and breathing the soft evening air through your nose, imagining your lungs expanding with the oxygen; you will your heart to stop being so fast and the air journeys through your body. Opening your eyes, you raise your wand, pointing it directly at the wardrobe waiting for you to come out of the door. And then you do. You look the same, just as you do now, and you’re crying; crying harder than you’ve ever seen, and you notice first your best friends following you and laughing and whispering until your entire Hufflepuff House are standing around you whispering; then, the worst part of it all, you wet yourself, making yourself small and everyone starts laughing. An echoing sound that bounces off the walls, piercing your ears and your heart begins to fall, through your stomach and it churns. You can’t do it. You gag, turning away from the scene and covering your mouth as you wretch into them.

“Riddikulus!” Lupin asserted, before coming to your aid. “Are you okay?” You shake your head vehemently. “Come on, you can do this, Miss Y/L/N. I know you can.” He tapped your shoulder with gentle hands and you slowly get to your feet, your hands trembling but determined to do this because you need to stop embarrassing yourself in front of him and leaving with the consequences.

You stand, squaring your shoulders and pointing your wand; trying to stop the trembling that seems to even shake your organs. Breathing deeply, allowing the emotions to alert your nerves and then you appear, the same scene as before. You try and try to fight it, tears streaming down your real cheeks and you blink to stop the blurring.

“Ri-“ you stammer, gripping your wand as your grip became loose and you point it, alerted at the wardrobe. You’re wetting yourself now, in front of real life you and even worse, the scene is unfolding into worse. “Riddikulus.” You whispered but then your wand dropped and you turned away, crying silently into your hands.

“Come here.” A soft, soothing motion engulfed your shoulders and you rested your weary head on Lupin’s chest whilst simultaneously keeping the distance between you both. He awkwardly pats your shoulders before pulling away, holding your elbows. “Look at me.”

“I can’t do it.” You said, sniffling.

“You can. I believe you can do this. You are strong and you are capable. Come on, Y/N! Come on! You can do this!” He gripped you by the shoulders, shaking you backward and forward gently until you have turned around. Breathing heavily and deeply through your nose, you do it again. This time something sparks through your veins, you watch the scene unfold in front of you and your tears stream down your face. Sniffing and whimpering, you scream;

“Riddikulus!” And the scene goes away, into a group hug. You drop your wand and shriek into your hands.

O! Yes!” Lupin cheered, pulling out a chocolate bar and giving it to you. “I knew you could do it! I knew it!” You wiped your tears, completely bewildered that you finally did it. You were so far from mastering it and it could’ve completely been by fluke; but you did it, that’s what matters right now. “By next week, you will be amazing at this.” He clapped you on the back. “Well done, Miss Y/L/N.” He smiled gently, his eyes warm and soft as you thanked him and made your way out.

You practically skipped to your dorm, your heart fluttering and pounding at the same time with your achievement. Also with Lupin’s smile and the sweetness that soaked his tone, that made your heart warm.

“You did it, didn’t you?” Celine clutched your arm, her hair in curlers and her face covered with some kind of skin treatment.

“I did it!” You shrieked and she pounced on you, her arms squeezing around your body.

~

The greenhouse was sweltering today as you tried to mix and create the Rose Growth draught. Next to you, Celine was muttering curse words as she was struggling with it. Professor Sprout walked past and chuckled at her words, both of you were her favourites so it didn’t matter what you said because it always made her laugh. Even though you hardly speak in classes anyway.

“Well done for last night, Miss Y/L/N. I’ve heard everything about it.” Sprout gave you a little wink as you showed her the Rose Growth draught.

“Thanks, Professor.” You whispered, blushing. Celine gave you a little nudge and now she’s been calling Lupin for your boyfriend because you mentioned that he hugged you.

The best part of your Wednesday was having an hour of free period, where you could go into the library and read without being interrupted because no body came to the library during Wednesday. With your book under your arm, you settled in your normal spot, legs curled up to your chest and your back resting gently on the polished wood wall, with a cushion underneath you. Your mind is transformed onto a stormy, rainy day and you are running through a wet field until the man you love, Mr Darcy, comes running after you. You mouth the words as he tells Elizabeth Bennet that he loves her. Your favourite part because you adore the way Elizabeth speaks up for herself; something you wish you could do, but know you’re too much of a people pleaser to speak your mind.

“I love you, most ardently.” You jerk your head up, your breath catching as you see Professor Lupin looking at you. You take a small pause before smiling.

“Have you read Pride and Prejudice?” You asked, shocked that a wizard has read a muggle book.

“It’s my favourite book.” He shrugged.

“Same.” You said quietly, a blush rising to your cheeks. You tried to hide it by looking down into your book; curling your toes as you try to die your enthusiasm. Lupin simply looked at you with a slight smile on his lips, watching as you try - ever so hardly - to quit blushing. He pinched himself for staring at you, so he came to say what he planned.

“I forgot to give you this.” You watched as he reached into his pocket and produced a golden wrapper of chocolate, he passes it to you. “A gift from me.” You take the golden wrapper from his hand, feeling the grooves of the chocolate design; you hold it firmly in your hand and say;

“Thank you, Sir.” You blushed deeply and looked down. He watched you, unwrapping the chocolate and breaking off a piece to give to him; his fingers grazed yours as he took it from you, smiling at you sweetly.

“I’ll see you in class later today. Hope you’ve done your homework.” He sends you a playful wink and walks away. You snuggled into your little nook with a chocolate bar and your favourite book; the best feeling ever.

You and Celine pushed your desks to one side, as did the other students, waiting for Lupin to come forward with the classes task today. There was no wardrobe so it was unlikely they were practising the Riddikulus charm. Everyone gathered, awaiting Lupin who was standing on the small raised stage with his hands deep in his pockets.

“Today we are going to learn how to defend ourselves.” He announced. You and Celine stuck to each other, ready to spar and be friendly with it instead of violent like the Slytherins. Lucas and a boy from Ravenclaw go up to the platform first, their wands at the ready; the Ravenclaw stares a hole right through him but Lucas has always been brilliant at spells. Lupin swipes his hand down to signal the beginning of the sparring and they both start going at each other. As different colours of the spells light up the room and your faces, your eyes drift to the concentrated face of your Professor. You noticed a scar down his left eyebrow where the growth stopped, the way his mouth set in a straight line when he concentrated and the way his eyes gleamed with knowledge and interest at his students. You were still looking when the sparring finished and he looked at you, his eyes light and pupils dilating but you panicked and looked away quickly.

“Miss Y/L/N and Miss Rose, please step up.” He beckoned both of you over and you stared at each other, smiling happily and with that signal both of you started throwing spells at each other. Celine had always been stronger, and she made you step back multiple times until you sent across a strong spell that had her flying across the room but she didn’t give up. She jumped back on her feet and ran at you with her wand; sending you flat on your bottom. She helped you back up and hugged you. It was likely she was going to win anyway and it was fine. Both of you got back into the crowd and as you turned, Lupin was looking at you with an easy smile; you blushed and looked at your feet.

~

Tuesday evening saw you walking speedily through the corridors to master that blasted spell Riddikulus. You stood in the doorway as you waited for Harry to pack up his things and leave, brushing your shoulder as he walked past. You smiled at Lupin, who was telling you to step inside;

“Poor lad is still struggling with it.” He said, scratching the back of his head. You didn’t respond, just smiled, and threw your robe on the desk nearest to you. He pushed the wardrobe towards you.

“Did you like the chocolate?” He asked, from behind the wardrobe as he pushed it.

“Yes.” You replied, wiping your slick palms on your skirt. He looked at you, a bit confused but it quickly passed when you were determined to get this spell mastered on the first try. You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking of that horror and when you opened them; it was there in front of you. Your sweat beaded down your temple as you tried to, at least, squeeze out the charm but you couldn’t. Your throat closed up and scratched as you as the air tried to come out and make sound, but you couldn’t. As you stood there, he placed a large hand on your shoulder and shouted the spell. You sank onto your knees and sighed hard through your nose.

“I don’t think i can do this.” You said, swiping your hand through your hair.

“You can. You did this last week, you can do it again. I know you can.” He brought you up to your feet and gave it another try. And then another try. But today just wasn’t your day.

“I wasted your evening.” You sighed, tying your robe around you. “Sorry.”

“No, no you didn’t. Every lesson is a learning experience, you should be proud of yourself for even facing your fear without crying, that’s a big step for you.” He smiled at you from his desk, a quill in his hand as he wrote something down. “Here, take this.” He held it out but didn’t move, you had to go to him and, like before, your fingers grazed each other; your heart feeling weird as it happened and you could tell he felt something as well because he sheepishly smiled. “Have a good night.” He gave you a curt nod before you left.

Cozy in your bed, you opened the note that said:

Please, never give up.

R. J. Lupin x

There was a kiss at the end of the note which took you by surprise, you folded the note and held it to your chest, sighing into a smile.

~

You wrapped your denim jacket around you as you and your friends walked through the autumn air at Hogsmead. In your hand was a bag of chocolate frogs, you always bit the head off first to take them out of their misery and you love every minute of it. The sweetness as it oozed on your tongue and how smoothly it ran down your throat. Celine pointed out your favourite bookstore which was named Magical Muggle Books and you practically ran inside. You inhaled the old book, dusty and lavender scent that drifted throughout the shelves and you walked through your favourite section which was romance. Specifically, classic romance. Your index finger grazes against the colourful spines and hardbacks. Your finger bumped into a hard, sweater chest and your eyes followed your finger, up to a muscular neck and then to a soft but sharp face with kind eyes. Professor Lupin. You looked at him with surprise and confusion, why was he in the romance section? Not that it mattered and you quickly removed your finger, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and smiling shyly.

“Hello there, Miss Y/L/N.” He said, smiling. You breathed in and smelled lavender on his sweater. “Everything okay?” Now his face was definitely confused and you just knew you were glowing red, but thank Merlin for the yellowish candles that hung overhead.

“Yep. Fine.” You said, turning back to the books.

“Sorry. I know what it’s like when someone interrupts you reading or looking for a book. I’ll leave you to it.” He smiled, talking quietly but you instantly turned and almost shouted.

“No! No.” You laughed a little, humiliatingly. “I mean, your company is um… fine.” You smiled, playing with your hair hesitantly.

“Have you read Wuthering Heights?” He asked, both of you walking along the aisle almost shoulder to shoulder.

“Yes, three times. You?” You replied, your hands clasped at the front.

“Five.” He replied, a smug look playing on his face.

“Five!?” You said, excitedly, looking at him with a smile and he looked down at you, a fond smile.

“Yes, five. I am a hopeless romantic.” He laughed, clutching his chest dramatically.

“Sounds like it.” You replied, a little bluntly and putting a stop to the laughter; you didn’t mean too.

“Y/N! How long are you going to take? I’m bored!” Celine shouted from the shop doorway.

“I’ve gotta go.” You said, turning face to face to Lupin and he nodded, a bit grimly.

“Okay. I’ll see you on Monday.” He waved and you waved and you left.

~

Breakfast filed through the corridors as you and Celine walked, arm in arm, discussing the recent weekend when you see Professor Lupin walking towards you. He didn’t notice you at first, but you looked at him and saw a graze down the side of his face. Weird. You wanted to divert your gaze, however you noticed that you lingered on him for longer than necessary; no longer listening to your raven haired friend. He looked handsome today. He always did. Today is the first time you noticed. His eyes met yours and suddenly the three of you met at the doors of the Great Hall. You simply stared, no expression on your face as they both stared at you like you were crazy.

“Um… Y/N.” Celine began, you turned around to face her with a sorry smile on your face.

“I’ll see you in the Great Hall.” You said, Celine gave a weird look between you and Lupin before sauntering off. She obviously said something to your friends because they looked.

“Y/N-“ he cut himself off, “Miss Y/L/N. How may i help you?” Your heart faltered a little, you weren’t sure why, when he corrected himself. You swallowed your confusing feelings.

“It was … um … nice seeing you at the bookstore.” That’s all you said and you punched yourself for it internally because the look he gave you was so awkward; you felt yourself growing redder by the second.

“It was nice to see you too, Miss Y/L/N.” He nodded and quickly disappeared into the Great Hall leaving you with weird feelings and a flutter in your tummy.

Later that day was the dreaded DADA mock exam, it was just a written exam today and you knew you would smash that; you always did when it came to words. But when you walked in and you saw your Professor, with his sleeves rolled up and no robe, you felt some kind of way. You couldn’t explain it, it was a feeling you had never felt before and you physically had to move your eyeballs away from him. You and Celine sat together, your thighs reacting from the cold wood of the seat as your eyes strained on the parchment in front of you; your wrist growing weaker as the minutes progressed. Every so often you would look up, just a quick break for your brain, and your eyes would connect with Lupin’s toned body; writing something lazily and he scanned the room quickly until his eyes landed on you. He smiled warmly as you both connected, your tummy bubbling and you squeezed out a smile before hastily getting back to your work and you swore you heard a chuckle emit from Lupin.

“I think I deserve a Crucio for that exam. Dreadful.” Celine moaned, handing in her parchment at his desk. You smiled, feeling way differently, you landed your parchment on the desk in front of Lupin; he looked up when you came, taking the parchment from your hands, your fingers grazing and you snatched your hand away; suddenly nervous and almost ran away.

A small vial, emitting pink and white steam as you and your class looked on in awe. The potion that everyone whispered about excitedly at the beginning of the year because they couldn’t wait to finally test it out.

“Can anyone tell me the name of this potion?” Snape drawled, his arms crossed. People murmured behind you, scared to say the word so you stepped forward; for the first time ever in Potions, ever in front of Snape to answer. It took you by surprise, it felt like some invisible force pushing you forward.

“Amortentia.” You answered, Snape looked at you with a face that you couldn’t explain. A little bit disappointed, a little bit surprised and a little bit proud. It was an odd mix.

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. Amortentia. And can you tell me what it is?” He folded his arms tighter across his chest, his eyes penetrating you. You swallowed your instant anxiety about answering and cleared your throat.

“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world and can be dangerous. It can lead to obsessive infatuation.” You spoke as quickly as you could, just get over it and get over the fact your classmates were looking at you. Snape made a face.

“Come. Step forward. Smell it. It’s different for everyone.” He beckoned, moving away from the vial. You looked at Celine, who nodded her head, beckoning you to go ahead; that there’s nothing to be scared of. Your feet move hesitantly, you noticed your classmates shifting with boredom. The potion brewed in front of you and invited you in, your face slowly approached the steam and instantly your nostrils were infiltrated with tea; strong, sugary tea with little to no milk, sometimes herbal; chocolate, sweet and smooth; lavender, freshly picked from a colourful garden and parchment, dried ink on a paper underneath candlelight. You stumbled back, realising with sheer shock who you were smelling; Professor Lupin. You hadn’t even noticed how beautiful he smelt and how cozy he was.

“Well?” Snape asked and suddenly you were thrown back into the classroom.

“I didn’t smell anything.” You blurted, almost incoherently. Snape raised his eyebrows at you but took your answer and called for someone else to smell it. Celine stared a hole through you because she knew you were lying, but you couldn’t stare back because what the fuck? Professor Lupin? What would he say about this? His own student is in love with him? At least that was what the potion said but how do you know what love is?

Was it love the way you’d look at him and smile awkwardly? Was it love when you got that slight flutter in your tummy whenever he simply looked at you? What is love? Because you certainly don’t have the answer.

~

You can do this. You thought as you very slowly made your way to the DADA classroom the next day. All through the night you had thought about Potions, you still had no answer and weren’t close to one and all you knew was that fate obviously believed you were in love with your Professor. That was so absurd. You hadn’t even had your first kiss yet, not properly anyway, unless you’re counting Percy Weasley in Year 2 behind the trees when your friends dared you both to make out. That was a peck. Hardly anything and his lips were dry.

Professor Lupin was working behind his desk this time, no sign of Harry, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he marked some work; you watched as he tapped the feather of his quill on his lips as he read through it. Your heart skipped a beat at the way he slid his fingers through his hair, he looked tired but beautiful. You kicked yourself out of that weird trance and cleared your throat, making him jerk up. His eyes softened as he looked at you, he didn’t say a thing, he simply looked with a small smile on his lips. You both stared at each other, your heart doing crazy things inside of you and your brain and worries just melting away as you made your way into his classroom. He scraped his seat back and stalked towards you.

“Y/N.” He said, this time not correcting himself.

“Professor.” You said, in a small voice. But something in him clicked and this trance you both were in suddenly burned away when he cleared his throat and clapped his hands.

“Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” He glided towards the black wardrobe, pushing it forward. You tried to smile, feeling a little deflated that your bubble was burst. You had began to feel something inside of you growing when you were gazing at each other, someone that you had never felt before and… it was freeing.

Your wand was shaking the fourth time you attempted the Riddikulus charm, tears streaming down your face; you were a real sight to behind in the mirrors of the wardrobe and you attempted to ignore it but it basically made it worse. Lupin was behind you, not too close to make you uncomfortable but not too far to make you feel like you were alone. His face was etched with worry as he watched you squint your eyes and force yourself to look upon the scene. But you just couldn’t do it. Not tonight. You dropped your wand and walked away from it, your tears drying up on your face and your body shaking; you couldn’t cry anymore, you had already destroyed your dignity around him, you didn’t want to completely demolish it to never return.

“I wasted your time. Again.” You said, your voice thick, as you threw your robe on; ready to get the hell out of there.

“Stop saying that.” He demanded, striding towards you. “Never say that again. My time with you is never wasted.” His hands carefully held your cheeks, so he could look you in the eye. Your heart stopped and your mouth went dry as you tried to fight for something to say.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, hoping and praying your breath didn’t smell bad. He searched your face before removing his hands and backing away. Instantly, your face felt cold. You ached for his warmth again.

“Have a good night, Y/N.” He said, a ghost of a smile. You nodded and basically ran out of the classroom like someone was chasing you.

~

You sat on your chair in DADA, watching Lupin swan through the front of the class, writing with increasing speed on the chalkboard; you had your chin in your hand and watched his wrist move with ease as the letters spiralled out of control. When he turned, his eyes caught yours and he smiled; leaving a watery feeling in your stomach, making you blush and look away. Your eyes glazed over and imagined Lupin walking towards you with that beautiful smile, taking your face in his hands like he did last night and planting a soft kiss on your lips. Gasping, you snapped out of it, causing Celine to look over at you with a perplexing expression.

Your quill worked hard to forget that imagination when a small note flew onto your desk; you felt the flutter before you saw it resting on the back of your hand. No one else seemed to see it. You moved, secretly, and opened the note:

You’re doing brilliantly.

RJL x

Your head snapped up without any hesitation and both of you gazed at each other, his hand was resting on his desk and his other cupping his chin. His smile spread across his lips, his eyes gentle and sweet as you matched the smile; your heart pitching and a fuzzy feeling rising to your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. You saw his eyes roam your cheeks and his chuckled under his breath before breaking the eye contact. For a mere second, you watched as he continued his writing.

“I need to talk to Professor Lupin.” Celine commented.

“Why?” You asked, packing your books in your bag and swinging it over your shoulder.

“I need some tutoring. I heard he’s giving them to some students.” She sighed, walking towards him. Something tilted in your stomach and you didn’t understand it, your throat grew tight as you watched him and Celine speak at length about tutoring. For some reason, a pressure behind your eyes appeared and you had to look away so no one would see.

“Coming, Y/N?” Celine questioned, looking at you.

“Yeah.” You plastered a smile and walked off, trying not to look behind you.

“See you later, Miss Y/L/N!” Lupin exclaimed after you left the classroom.

After your final class and just before dinner, you were roaming the corridors with your edition of Wuthering Heights and your nose deep into it. A familiar pair of footsteps brought you out of your mind, you raised your head and saw that stunning man just looking at you. A sheepish smile on his face as he approached, his hands dug into his pockets.

“Y/N.” The use of your own first name gave you intense flutters and you weren’t sure you could stand for much longer.

“Sir.” You whispered, looking at the space between your feet. His feet stepped forward, closing that space between you. Your head lifted and caught on your breath when his face was so close to yours. His eyes flickered down to your lips before returning to your eyes, he looked away and pulled your arm into the darkness of the corridor. “What are you-“ your words stopped in the air as his hand landed on your cheek softly.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” He whispered, the darkness making this way more intimate than it needed to be. You swallowed, intending to speak but you couldn’t so you just watched as his eyes flickered back to your lips. “Tell me I’m making this up. Tell me you don’t feel anything. Tell me you hate me.” Your lips quivered, your stomach turning and jumping. Your heart smiling as you felt his breath paint your face.

“I don’t.” You whispered, your eyes flickering to the closeness of his lips to your face. When you answered something crossed his face, you couldn’t understand whether it was happiness or sadness and your heart almost dropped.

“I’m an old man. I’m poor. I have nothing to offer you.” You simply didn’t know what to say so you remained quiet, but you pulled his hands to your chest and held them there for a moment before he leaned in, hesitantly slightly before locking his lips with yours. For a second, you tensed up and let his lips fall over yours before you knocked into the moment and started moving your lips back; your shoulders so tensed by your ears and his hands let go, travelling to your shoulder blades, his fingers caressing the soft skin in circles as his lips educated themselves on your own. Your hands sat on his collarbones, softly scrunching up his robe but you managed to sink into his embrace. He pulled away far too soon, his lips red and swollen as he kept his hands on you; his forehead creating contact with yours as you both sighed into the embrace.

“What do we do now?” He asked, quietly. For some reason you burst into laughter, hiding your laughs in his hands. He was smiling as well.

“I don’t know.” You said, dropping your hands quickly by your sides as a bus load of students passed.

“We… we have to keep this a secret. Whatever this is.” He said, a little bit sadly.

“Whatever this is.” You repeated, whispering. “I think I might be late to class.” You watched your classmates walking by, he looked too.

“Okay… okay.” He said, stepping back. You smiled shyly and walked back into the light of the corridor, spotting Celine and running to her.

Potions proved to be fruitless, you weren’t thinking of the class or the teacher or anything to do with it, instead you thought of Professor Lupin. His gentle hands and soft gaze as he looked at you and touched you; the way he would listen intently to everything you said and that kiss. That kiss that ignited fireworks and internal magic, you smiled in the cup of your hand; not understanding these feelings fully but absolutely loving the way he made you feel. You wanted to see him again.

~

A few nights later, you and Celine were lying in your separate beds with Celine throwing a ball up to the ceiling and catching it. You were cocooned in your blankets, nice and warm, with only your head poking out as you thought back to the kiss and his gazes and him. You hadn’t seen each other since then and you missed him. You missed him with everything you had inside and whilst you were lying there, you waited for DADA to creep around.

And creep around it did. You didn’t sleep a wink when you dragged yourself into DADA, your professor looking handsome and fresh and he watched you drag yourself to your chair, perching on it. He smiled at you, sending a warm shiver down your spine, making you tingle slightly as you took out your books. Every time he spoke, which was the entire lesson, you were in a deep trance watching as he illuminated with knowledge and excitement.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Celine asked, her eyes narrowed.

“Like what?” You snapped out of it.

“It’s really creepy. I’ve never seen you smile like that.” For dramatic effect, she moved her chair from you. Your heart dropped a little before you realised she was joking. You tried to shake it off but you shouldn’t be so obvious that you fancy your professor in front of people.

At the end of class, you packed away your things before Professor Lupin called you back. Both of you waited for everyone to leave before he pulled you into his arms, closing the door with wandless magic; you snuggled, confidently somehow, your head into his chest and his chin sat atop your crown. Just for this moment, you both relaxed in the embrace and enjoyed it; his heart beat against his ribs and vibrated in your head.

“I saw you smiling.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be so obvious that I fancy you.” You giggled, feeling confident in his embrace.

“You fancy me?” He pulled away, his hands clasped on your elbows and his face pulled into a joking expression. You blushed deeply and refused to answer, you hid in his shirt; emitting a deep laughter from his gut.

“I should go.” You said, pulling away. Your steps echoing through the room. He nodded and as you turned away, he grabbed your elbow, planting a kiss on your lips; very softly.

~

Two evenings later, you were in your nice spot in the library whilst the rain slammed against the windows. You leaned on the wooden panel, the crown of your head resting on it with your shoulder as you flipped a new page of Wuthering Heights and sighed with contentment as your eyes danced around the page. By your side was a steaming cup of green tea you managed to conjure. Sip by sip, your mind wandered to Lupin and the way he kissed you in the times no one could see; his gentle lips so careful on yours and the way he wasn’t too hard with you when he would grab you. The way he smiled during every kiss, his hands going no lower than your waist. You sighed, happy, and closed your book; ready for a good nights sleep when you saw Celine tumbling out of the DADA classroom, laughing manically and Lupin following, his hair slightly askew. Your throat shrivelled up, your heart slowed as you watched your best friend stare at your professor as he spoke to her animatedly. Celine was just as hyper as he was and your poor soft heart knocked twice as hard as it did when he first kissed you. You wished, so deeply, that you were as extroverted as she; you wished you could speak to people the way she could, be at ease in any social situation. But that wasn’t you. And you hated it. So you turned the other way, walking as fast as you can; hoping that Lupin didn’t see you.

“Lupin is so funny.” Celine laughed as you and your friends sat in the common room with snacks surrounding you. Your blood boiled a little bit with the use of Lupin instead of Professor Lupin.

“Merlin, do you fancy him?” Lucas groaned, grabbing a handful of jelly beans. Your heart faltered again.

“Who doesn’t?” Celine laughed, throwing a jelly bean at him. “Every girl fancies him. He’s fit!”

Every girl? You swallowed the saliva that was rising in your throat. You hated this feeling, this abnormal anger in your abdomen that swirled around and wanted so hard to be let free. You didn’t know what to do, you ground your nails into your palm, giving your friends a fake smile as you tried to calm the storm in your gut.

Everyone was asleep when you were in your bed, staring at the ceiling with tears forming pools in your lower eyelids. You sniffed them away, trying so hard not to let them fall and truthfully you didn’t know why you were crying because no matter what was said tonight, there was no concrete evidence that girls fancied him and probably threw themselves at him. Who wouldn’t? Not every girl was as shy as you. With stupidity and perhaps naivety, you planted your feet on the cold stone floor, the cold hitting your bare legs instantly just before you wrapped your Ravenclaw robe around you. It was curfew and you had never done this before, but you had to see him. You had to know this wasn’t just a normal thing that happened to him. So in the dark of the night, praying he was awake, you stuck to the walls; getting away from Filch and his smelly cat. You approached the DADA classroom, slowly and silently opening the door and peering up to his office which was lighted and your heart peaked. He was awake. You walked up the stairs with your quiet feet. Breathing deep into your belly, you knocked twice on the door. Some movement, not urgent, happened behind the door before it was thrown open. In front of you, Lupin was a tired mess but still incredibly handsome with his tie undone and his shirt untucked from his chinos. His face was one of surprise and shock, yours must’ve been the same.

“Y/N?” He questioned, wiping his eyes. You shifted awkwardly under his tired gaze, he must’ve noticed this because his hand grazed against your wrist, gently guiding you into his office which smelt of pine cones, old books and chocolate. You swallowed the rising emotion as you turned to face him standing by the closed door, you played with the sleeves of your robe. “Y/N, it’s 2AM. What are you doing awake?” You couldn’t control it anymore so the first tear fell. And then the second. And then the third. He finally saw them and instantly engulfed you with his warm arms, you fell into them, snuggling your head into his chest. “What is it? Why are you crying?” One arm wrapped around your middle and the other was curled over your head, his thumb slowly stroking your hairline.

“Does every girl throw themselves at you?” You sniffed, the tears staining his pale green shirt. You never expected it, but he laughed. And he laughed hard. Making your body shake as his belly went in and out.

“What are you talking about?” He kissed the top of your head.

“I saw you with Celine and you looked so happy to be with her.” Suddenly feeling stupid, you pulled away.

“Y/N.” He sighed. “Are you jealous?” You hadn’t thought about that. You knew these feelings were purely emotional based and not factual in any sense but they still hurt. So you nodded. He chuckled, pulling you in again. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever looked at. I don’t give a shit if people fancy me or want to throw themselves at me. It makes no difference.” He slowly raised your head to meet with his eyes, he brushed away a stray hair.

“Really?” You wiped away all your tears. He smiled, happily, and kissed your forehead with his gentle lips.

“I don’t like seeing you cry.” He kissed your forehead twice before cuddling you into his chest. “You have nothing to worry about Y/N.” He whispered, pushing an index finger under your chin and softly pressing his lips onto yours. Instantly, you melted into his touch. Letting his arms drape around you, your arms reached up and around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Your heart pattering with something you had never felt before, a burning deep within your abdomen. Needing him closer, you pushed your hipbones into him and slowly he moved his lips to your jawline, placing butterfly kisses across to your chin. You giggled, he found a ticklish spot and kept doing it because your laughter created an ooze of affection deep within him. He pulled away, his hair slick with slight sweat.

“It’s you.” He said. “You.” He repeated. “You.” And then he pulled you in again, his lips connecting with yours and connecting to a deep feeling inside of you, one you couldn’t explain as he roamed down the side of your neck. You emitted a very quiet moan, which caused a dark chuckle from him. “You.” He whispered, his breath close to your ear. You threw your arms around him so forcefully your feet were airborne, but he caught you by your waist and your legs were now around his midriff. You threw your long hair to one side and kissed him with a strong surge of confidence that had him clearing his desk of everything it had on it - important or not.

~

With a start, you woke up breathless in a bedroom you had never seen before. You looked around, a light brown wallpaper with small patterns that looked as simple as dots; a double bed with clean white sheets, comfy as anything; a dark chocolate wardrobe, slightly ajar and a closed bedroom door. With the smell of the night before, you looked to your right to see a curled up lump next to you, slowly moving up and down. Your heart caught in your throat and suddenly the memories of last night swam into your mind; the clearing of the desk, shit all over the floor; a knocked over desk chair, still on its back you supposed; sheets tangled around your legs, curling around you and Lupin, smiling over your body and taking you in with the utmost care and affection. He treated you like a goddess, a magnificent creature and you couldn’t believe you bagged someone so gentle, in so many ways.

Beside you, Lupin stirred, waking up and rubbing his eyes before reaching towards you. His arms were still just as strong as last night and every time he cuddled you. He kissed the nape of your neck.

“Morning.” He said, his voice significantly deeper. Whilst you wanted to stay here, Celine would be wondering why you weren’t in your bed and quickly you had to come up with an excuse that was, at least, a little bit believable.

“I need to go.” You said abruptly, but before you could move, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in.

“It’s the weekend, baby. You can stay here.” He kissed your shoulder gently and you sank straight into him, his strong frame and the comfort it brought you.

“Are you sure?” You asked as he pulled you into his side, your hand resting on his shoulder, your head in the space between his neck and head.

“More than sure.” He kissed your forehead softly and both of you sank into eternal bliss.

[shirayuricky]

(oh you sound so busy 😓 and a month is so close omg may uni be take it easy with you, fighting!! i'll look foward to it then I'm sure it will be so good 🥹)

fluff but hard thoughts (???)

this one is REALLY long .. i'm sorry !!

well, it's so embarrassing and a bit weird / cringey actually but i thought about it out of sudden and can't get it off my head pls help (pleasee ignore this if u don't like it im so embarrassed so i apologize if u think it's too weird 😅

rlly ah why i thought abt it 🫠

this is abt gunwookie btw i love him smmm

for reference i wanted to add those pictures of him wearing that snorlax onesie but i don't know why i can't add images here

reader lives alone on her apartment so she's always spending her free time doing the things that makes her happy. she rlly enjoys having these self-healing times but still feels kinda lonely sometimes, that's when she ends up falling asleep cuddling her GIANT teddy bear she got on one of that big claw machines. only when she feels lonely, she tells herself. she is good on her own... but who is she lying to? she hugs that bear so tightly every single night, that's her best friend. she didn't got close to anybody at college and the routine is tough, that fluffy bear is the only one that always hear the feelings she holds deep down her heart and she feels comforted by that she even named him and takes it all around the house, when she's watching movies, cooking and baking or just being. one night she got so worked up after watching a romance movie with unexpected hot scenes that she just couldn't sleep thinking about it. suddenly she felt her body heat up while still holding tight to her bear cause she thought hugging him again would help her sleep faster even tho it didn't. instead, she started slowing grinding on it searching for some kind of relief. when she realized she was whimpering against the bear's soft cheeks and couldn't stop riding it so she started crying she felt so needy, sad and hopeless at the same time. she felt asleep bc of all the crying and her heart breaking she just wished her teddy bear could hug her back and take care of her.

deep in her sleep she felt a really soft touch, caressing her thighs, her waist and then hear face. she tought it was a dream, but when she felt a small kiss on her cheek she woke up to the sight of the prettiest guy she's ever seen and he was smiling so prettily and sweet but still he was a stranger, obviously she would scream. her high pitched scream almost broke the cute boy's heart. why was she screaming like this after telling him i love you every night. he was teary-eyed.

"WHO TF ARE YOU? HOW DID YOU GOT IN MY ROOM YOU PERV?" she was freaking out, who wouldn't though? she was so disturbed by the vision of a unknown -tall as hell- man IN HER BED wearing fcking bear pajamas. who is tryna prank her?

he tilted his head to the side in confusion and said "it's me gunwookie"

she blinked like five times before widening her eyes and again asking herself if this is a prank, how could it be, no one knows about her shameful friendship with a teddy bear, so how could he knows the name of it? he must be a stalker.

"what are your intentions? why are you... stalking me? how do you know me?"

and he looked even more confused than her

"i just wanna take care of you, i love you so much too, it was you who brought me here and I'm so thankful that you treat me so well" he smiled again

something sparked on her brain and she looked around her room searching for the giant teddy bear until she noticed he was there anymore... it can't be...?

"wait... are you my wookie bear? what am i saying? that's impossible..."

he just nodded his head and smiled again

"are you for real??" and gunwook confirmed but seconds later his smile dropped

"why were you crying earlier? i got so worried" and he pouted sadly

oh so he is really my bear, she thought

"I was feeling too sad and lonely gunwookie :( that's why"

"is there something i can do to make you better?" he asked and she just jumped on him giving the biggest hug ever, she needed that

"just stay here with me please gunwookie"

"okay i won't go anywhere" and he hugged her back

after a moment he speaked up again "I'm so sorry"

"why are you saying that, wookie?"

"did i hurt you? you were near me doing those sounds and then you started crying, i don't really understand what happened.. it sounded like you were in pain.. did i do something wrong? please explain me and i promised i will apologize properly to you and repair any mistake"

oh this is gonna be a really long night

(oh 🍄 anon my tests for this week has ended and now i'm back to this. and i got your back! i found some pics of gunwook in a snorlax hoodie. if you're in anon, you can't share images, just links!)

so continuing on from where we left, you explained that you are not in pain, just desperate for pleasure. gunwook seems a bit clueless but when he gets what you're trying to mean, his cheeks blush in pink. he lets you take the lead, he doesn't want to hurt you. he just wanted you to feel satisfied in your sleep.

you ride his cock, bouncing up and down, as you interlocked both of your hands together with his hands. and his blush just gets more pink. he's getting flustered from the pleasure, sweet and soft moans spilling out of his lips.

after the both of you cummed, you tidied yourself up and gave gunwook a simple aftercare, solely made of cuddles. "sorry for that, i was just...needy." you apologised. "y/n, that's alright, at least you're...happy now." gunwook responded, wrapping his arms around you.

[mikalame]

Sooo I saw u wanted requests but if anything feel free to ignore what about husband Tom x wife reader who always wakes him up with kisses an let’s say one day she sleeps in Tom does it back to her

Morning honey

This is kinda the era with this oneshit but you can use what ever one you like

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

"Morning honey" you whisper sweetly as you kiss toms cheeks and lips softly to wake him up. You had been doing this since the start of your realtionship as you were always quite the early bird while tom liked to sleep in.

"mmh, morning babe" he groans streching his arms and back before flopping back into the bed resting him head on his arm "how did you sleep love?" he questions eyebrow cocked.

"Wonderfuly, tho someone needs to stop kicking me" you say in an accusatory tone, tom giggles "i don't know what your on about, i neverrr kick" he says with a guilty look.

"Yeah right, mister, come on chop chop we have stuff to do today, we have to meet with the band, bill wants to go to some amesment park, then while were there we are doing and interveiw of sorts but yeah, full day" You say while walking around getting all of your things sorted for the day.

Ugh, i just woke up give me a second hon pleasee" he whines, dragging him feet across the carpet, slowly getting ready. "Well whos fault is that for sleeping in till 8 hmm" you question "no, you just wake up at like the ass crack of dawn, mabey tomorrow you sleep in and i can do all them ushy gushy stuff you do to me, to you huh how bout it" tom asks eyebrows raised.

"Tommie i would probly have to remind you to do it, its fine i dont need you too i like doing all that 'ushy gushy stuff' to you" you say quoteing him, while fixing his hair so it wasnt in his face making sure the dreads sticking out werent to bad.

"Okay, tom you ready, lets go" you say doing the last bit of your shoes before heading out, Tom in toe behind you.

Time skip

"Ugh, my feet are killing me" you moan rubbing the back of your heels where they had been rubbing agaist you for the whole day. "Mhh, i agree why coudn't we just sit down on a bench or something" Tom asks sittig down leaning his lead on the back of the couch.

"Im gonna shower then gonna go to bed" you say groaning as you stand you "mmh have fun babe, dont fall over" tom giggles.

After waiting for a bit he hears the shower turn on and decides to get ready for bed as well not bothering to shower as he didnt want to move his arms to do his dreads up.

After putting on his sleep clothes he walks to the kitchen to make himslef some food hearing the shower turn off and hearing some noises he assumes ___ has gone to bed.

Finsihing off him food he walks back to the bedroom and sees ___ passed out on the bed, he smiles giggling at the fact she was so tired there he decided to wake up early and make sure she was super comfy for tomorrow.

Time skip

Tom groans as his head falls to the side quickly turning off ___ alarm to wake herself up he checks to see if she woke up but she hadn't. Tom sighs, his entire plan would be ruined if she had awoken.

Tom starts by cleaning the kitchen and doing all the laundry, folding and putting on the next load, before moving to make her a breakfast in bed with eggs on toast, bacon, and panckes for if she wanted more after, with a side of coffee.

As the clock hit 8 it was show time Tom carefully walked to the bedroom careful not to make much noise.

As he places the breakfast on her nightstand he kisses he cheeks softly remembering how much he liked it, next he did some sweet word whipering i love you's and talking about how pretty ___ is and all that lovey stuff.

___ eyes begin to flutter as she wakes up to soft kisses and someone talking about how beautiful she was, when she opened her eyes she was met with the face of none other than her husband smiling down at her softly.

"Tom, your up so early" she groans still thinking its 6am "no hun it 8 i let you sleep in anddd,... i made you breakfast" he says gestering towards the food next to her the heat wafting off of it, her stomach rumbles loudy just smelling the food.

"Oh Tom your so sweet" she says kissing his cheek before tucking into the food he prepared.

"No problem at all my love" Tom says a smile adorned on his face looking at his one true love.

Hope you like anon i got hungry when writing the food lol

[cstlez]

can u do a mafia smut where toms in his 2011 era with a fem reader and he fucks her under a table while on call with his opponents pleasee if not then im fine with jst smut.

no, yes, yes i can! i had to go read a couple things for inspiration tho! (i’ve never written mafia..)

this is lowk tweaked cus idk!

(banner is a joke i needed a giggle!)

i think i missed the point! but still, hope you enjoy!

anyways, enjoy!! :3

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EAGER

warnings! : smut, (obv!),strong language, mentions of smoking, (dk what else)

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Tom is always, and will always be an absolute thoughtless, good-for-nothing asshole, though, calling him good-for-nothing would be a laughing matter because having him around, is an automatic save.

He also almost always, wants to fuck, when he’s proud, when he’s not, when he’s frustrated, annoyed, but, you don’t mind.

Secretly, you relinquish in the restless fucking, whether it’s a quickie, or not, you love every minute and moment of it.

He rotted the good in you but maybe that’s why you liked him so much.

You walked into Tom’s office, the very familiar sound of tapping and smell of smoke overwhelming your senses in mere seconds, immediately you were welcomed by the sound of his screaming, you winced, debating whether or not you should even be in there.

The cybersecurity major resided in his office, worriedly typing away on his laptop, pushing in his glasses every few seconds, you raised a brow, walking over to his desk, you slipped onto it, crossing your legs, he looked at you through his lashes, he spun his chair around, ignoring you completely.

“His IP, track it.”

“Yes sir.”

You scoffed, watching as he gripped his phone like it was an animal, he was fuming, just about seconds away from shooting someone.

“Kill one of my men again, and I'll slaughter you and any remaining heir that exists under your name. You owe me Red. You fucking owe me!"

You looked at your hands, waiting, somewhat patiently but not really. He huffed in annoyance, his teeth gritted, his tongue gliding along his lips finding his lip piercing to fidget with. He hung the phone up, almost instantly chucking it across his office, You hissed, pretending not to notice the ongoing tension within the atmosphere.

"Sir, I found him sir. He's headed for Bahnhofsstraße." He spun around his laptop, revealing the markings of Red and his team, he was right, they were headed for Bahnhofsstraße. Your only question was why, though Tom seemed to know.

"Fuck, seriously!? Call Bill, Tell him to head there now. Now!" He scoffed, he ran his hand down his face, a few seconds passed and he begun rushing to get a team out. You opened your mouth to speak but he shut you down within seconds. "You're staying here-" You cut him off, to speak, "My uncle-" He scoffed slamming his fist on the desk. "I don't care! You will only slow me down. Stay here."

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The clock inside of your bedroom ticked ferociously. Every tick standing for another long second. You skimmed through yet another book from the library, your brain fogged from everything possible.

Though the profound "peace" instantly came to an end when Tom burst through your door, no knock, no warning, nothing. Immediately you set your book down, you raised a brow in annoyance, sitting up as he inched near you.

"What the fuck Tom!"

He looked jagged, his eyes displaying just how tiresome the day must've been. The first thing he did was grip your wrist, grabbing you as if you'd run from him. He kissed you with absolute desire. Like he'd been aching for it.

He shoved you against the bed frame his body engulfing yours entirely, You pushed him away, only momentarily to find words to speak. "You're supposed to call for me-" He pushed himself closer, biting down on your tender skin, his tongue sucking the skin on your neck with such experience it made you ache.

"I don't care." His voice was shallow, it made every single bone in your body ache, he pressed his lips against yours yet again, this time speeding up the process. His body grinded against your, the obvious difference in your strength was something you were used to but everything always became a blur the moment you felt his weight above you.

You could sense the anger and annoyance he held, the eagerness with no apparent attachment. He undressed you even quicker then he had undressed himself, his hands trailing and gripping your body, you squirmed with pleasure as he pushed himself inside you, his relentless strength consuming you. Your eyes grew half lidded, hiding the pleasure in your throat, he groaned impatiently, his hand trailed down your body as he aggressively slammed himself into you, his thumb pressed hardly onto your clit making you swallow dryly, at last a whimper left your lips, he grinned, leaning over you.

He grabbed your face tightly, brushing his thumb across your face, the flush of your cheeks made him mad, he trailed kisses from your jaw all the way to your collarbones. He shoved himself in deeper, his nails digging into your hips, "Don't go acting innocent now- I like you because you're a slut. You're anything but innocent." You dug your nails into his back grabbing him by his braids. "Fuck you." His grin widened, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he fucked you senseless.

His mouth trailed down to your chest, sucking your nipple with yet again, so much experience, you always wondered how much people he might've needed to fuck to get so good at it. He pulled away, the sight of his darkened eyes and swollen lips could've made you finish alone.

He gripped your hips, flipping your bodies over, he guided you, forcing you to move, with every thrust of your hip he grew more and more relentless, his hands grabbing you with every ounce of strength he had, you moaned as you grew close, you wanted to wince at how tightly he held your hips but the pleasure overcame the pain. He threw his head back thrusting upwards until he found what he was looking for.

You both moaned in pleasure, gripping at each-others bodies, he pulled you against his chest, kissing you as he fought back moans and the urge to moan your name. He bit down on your bottom lip, cupping your ass. His dick twitched inside you as you clenched around him, he let out an exasperated sigh, his eyes melted into yours as he slowly pushed you off him. Leaving you with his scent lingering in the air.

[penelope-featherington-verse]

Okay where do I start!??

I haven’t posted much since part came out because I am still processing everything. To sum it all up though it was delightful🪷

Luke and Nicola were everything and you could see the little things which I love and appreciate<33 The carriage scene was a 10/10 the fluff, angst, and sexiness??? All in one scene as well oh myyyyy🤧 Also Luke’s dialogue delivery was ON POINT I would have not had it any other way.

I’m so impatient for part two! I saw the teaser and it looks sooooooo good.

However I didn’t like my princess Penelope being so sad all season. I just want her to get the love she deserves, she will but Colin doesn’t know she’s Lady Whistledown yet so there’s still so much angst to get through.

Also THAT penelosie scene??? Fucking shattered my heart😕 “would you like to see some of my new books” pleasee Penelope I’ll come see your new books🤧🤧

First kiss scene OMG I DIED AND ASCEND The emotion in that kiss😮‍💨😮‍💨

Okay but I wasn’t a fan AT ALL of the brothel scenes like wtf??? We just ignore that so anyways

Violet being a polin shipper literally love her she know wtf going onnnnn

Also COLIN ON HIS KNEES FOR PENELOPE🙂‍↕️ I mean me too Colin but jeez😭 love that for my girl tho

Anyways it’s 12:00am and I don’t feel like proofreading so sorry for any typos. If you’re still reading my ranting I LOVE YOU and I hope your pillow is cold tonight🥰🫶

Stream Bridgerton S3 Now

Part Two on June 13th🪞

[dadsbongos]

hii can i ask pavel bf hcs pretty pleasee i am soo in love with him….

kinda just general fluffy ideas that ignore the various plot implications of pav actually having a significant other

you two will not organically meet, pav sees you and thinks you’re perrrdy and then amasses schemes and flowcharts and data on how he can best introduce himself to you so you’ll like him

in his head, as you’re first meeting, is basically computer code for him to find the most charismatic version of himself to make you swoon

Pavel “if smile and nod = true then kiss” Yudin

but to him its justified because he reasons his feelings are honest

he is kind of a menace tho, he ACTS very polite opening doors buying flowers, even paying your tabs

his words though… oh god he’s terrible

pav is kinda THE “i only like my partner” trope guy cuz he genuinely cannot stand talking to people that irritate him, and most people that aren’t you irritate him

openly passive-aggressive to people that interrupt his time with you

he’s also prone to just saying bizarrely horny shit out of nowhere, you’ll be on a nice date :3 a cute dinner :3 and he goes

“I like this wine, it makes me want to suck your cleavage.”

“Your hands are cold, should i warm them with my testicles?”

i also have a personal hc that he HATES unfamiliar men unless they’re visibly timid/scrawnier than him 

so he SEEMS like the jealous type at first, but his absolute disdain over you hanging around other men actually has nothing to do with jealousy he just hates mfs

speaking of: pav isn’t very jealous at his core, he figures anybody who wants to leave him will so he’s not going to embarrass himself by clinging onto someone who doesn’t want him 

however, he lovesssss jealous partners, that’s one of his toxic traits

pav loves the possessiveness and passion, being shown that he’s important to you is soso vital to him

he doesn’t actually want to be controlled and chained down, but he likes pretending he does and teasing the idea so you’re sometimes forced to play the crazy s/o when you’re… not lol

goes out of his way to say to his lil bunker buddies “oh yeah, might not wanna read this letter, my love is kinda crazy. kinda out there. a little unhinged, even, they can get super intense.”

and then your letter is just like “hi honey hope you’re sleeping well :) love you lots and keep doing your best!!”

he is VERY affectionate also -- whenever he’s home he’s clinging to you constantly

you’re cooking? he’ll be hugging you from behind

you’re reading? he’ll lay on top of you

he has to go back to work? you should come with! he’ll sneak you in :3 the bremen army will never even notice you’re there!

wants to get married so you can hurry up and move in the family housing, but also doesn’t want to get married in case you’re tied to him for his extreme treason

[phoe-ix]

Hermitcraft 10 cubfan with an experimental style(?)

Idk man im just joshin around

hes pretty cool methinks :]

my firework obsessed dude in a lab coat<3

Ohh right i wanted to give him some subtle facial hair but i completely forgot to :[ aw man that sucks

idk how i wouldve done it with the way i made this tho so like

ohhmygoddd i messed up the hands pleasee ignore that aw man i flip flopped them :[ well i merged all the layers so i cant do anything now

i should shut up ok hi chat

[supernova25]

scara with a brat s/o

Masterlist

cw: this is like harbinger scara(b), not proof read

a/n: PLS I MADE THIS BEFORE MY EXAM HFSJ I made this bcs being a brat for scara seems so fun, anw enjoy<3

He’d ignore you. 

He said no and that was final, can’t you understand that?

No, you can’t, obviously because you’re such a brat <33

“Just for today pleasee” 

The more you whine the less likely it is that he’ll agree

“Scara c’mon please, can’t you spare some time for me today?” you say while tugging on his shirt, “I’m too busy today, [Name]” You start tugging on his shirt harder “But Scara! You’re always busy!” Scaramouche sighs, clearly annoyed by your behavior, out of all the days why did you choose today to act like a brat? “Fine! If you don’t want to go with me I'll just ask Childe” You let go of his shirt and walked away.

Using the “I’ll just ask Childe” ALWAYS WORKS, I PROMISE

If it doesn’t you’re officially on the list of his betrayals

“[Name], come back here right this instant”

If you continue walking away you’re screwed, so walk back please 😭

If you do walk back, depending on his mood he’ll either start talking about how he’s a god and stuff or just take you out to wherever you wanted to go (while being pissed that you were about to go to Childe)

If he does take you out he won't be getting you anything, you said go, right? Not buy

So if you’re hungry and you want food he isn’t getting you any food, after all, you said just go out

But if you go “I should’ve gone with Childe, he would’ve bought me this” he’s getting it.

After you’ve said that everything that’s caught your eye, he’s getting it for you

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t ask for it

“Scara, it’s alright I don’t need it” you said, trying to stop him from buying another necklace “Tch, you keep talking about how Childe would do this, do that. But he wouldn’t do this for you, would he? Hm?”

MEOW HE'S JEALOUS AND IM ON MY KNEES FOR THAT SCARA

When you get home you’re carrying bags of clothes, necklaces, bracelets, rings, and everything that caught your attention.

“Happy?” he asks, sounding annoyed, you nod your head “Tch, Childe wouldn’t do this for you and you know that” (he would bbg shut up, ily tho) he sighs “I spoil you too much”

Thats the scenario if you do walk back

BUT IF YOU DON'T…

“[Name], I SAID GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT” 

He’s pissed

And no one likes a mad Scaramouche

If you go back he’d talk about how he’s a god and how you should never go for Childe blah blah blah

But if you don’t walk back he’ll lock you out of the house /j

Jkjk

He’d chase you and start talking about the god stuff and take you out to prove how he’s better than Childe

Unlike the scenario earlier, whatever you ask for he’s getting it in an instant

“Food? What do you want?” “Tch, you want that? Fine”

Literally everything but you just have to ask for it

[aquz]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d be comfortable to write Jamil, Lilia, and silver x Gn! reader (and could they be romantic and separate? If you don’t mind!) That’s usually plays pranks on friends or anyone they know?

LIKEE for example, Reader jump scaring some of her friends (and they ended up getting scolded😕) BUT nothing really harmful and just harmless pranks and jump scares! BUT THEY DO ALWAYS MAKE UP FOR SCARING THEIR FRIENDS/ PARTNER AT THE END THO

BTW if you feel uncomfortable with this request PLEASEE ignore it and have a good day!!

absolute prankster

★ the boys have a prankster s/o! that's it :P

★ jamil viper, lilia vanrouge, silver

★ gender neutral reader, it's mentioned that reader is romantically involved with the boys, nothing about reader is confirmed looks wise, short headcanons.

JAMIL VIPER

jamil thinks he might go completely gray in the hair and have a heart attack before age 20. you are no better than kalim in some aspects... but at least kalim doesn't hang upside down from vents and doorways???? he really needs to keep you away from kalim before you inspire him... anyways! jamil acts seriously annoyed in your pranks, but they add something silly to his day. if you stopped pranking him, he would be kinda sad, but he wouldn't say it! of course, he appreciates the little pranks.... the bigger ones are a hassle. he doesn't want to clean up after you and get you out of trouble constantly but he will if he has to... out of love. he will also anonymously help, if he's in a devious mood. he'll provide tips and supplies, but you pinky swore to not NOBODY that he helps. jamil thinks he can make a weekly routine out of pranking adeuce.

LILIA VANROUGE

two can play that game! he's actually really grateful that you like to have fun in such ways because he does too! of course, sebek and malleus don't understand the good fun of a prank... and silver is too calm to even react. lilia loves prank wars, in any way possible. he'll grief your minecraft house and give you fake madol to get reactions out of you. though, he likes being pranked too! do the cup think where you make him hold a cup up to the ceiling with a broom and watch him struggle to get it down...! of course, the struggle is only an act... lilia is a freak and can catch the cup when he moves the broom, but he loves to hear your beautiful laugh! of course, he'll pout until you make it up somehow. he prefers physical affection but gifts are cool too :)

SILVER

he is very sorry. he's always too nonchalant and out-of-it to even react. he'll probably fall for anything you do to him in his sleep, but you can't tell what he thinks about the prank. he just looks at you with tired eyes. like normal. though..! he will accompany you in pranking others and setting up apology gifts. he absolutely loves the thrill he gets when he grabs your hand and rubs away from the scene with you before you both get caught setting up a prank. your laughter is so worth it. if you both get caught, silver will cover for you. though, sometimes a lie can only go so far. of course, you'll recover since the prank was harmless. silver also is glad you'll most likely get along with his father because his father would definitely appreciate your pranks and silly nature! if you spend too much time with lilia, make it up to silver with a harmless sleep prank and a kiss right afterwards!

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

hiii I'm wondering, what issues do you have with Countdown, if you don't mind me asking?

Ooh i dont mind at all! I love talking! And potentially hearing more perspectives

Pleasee note that ive been reading all the Jason comics in order of release (started at flying todds jaybin currently at rhato), I've only read countdown once, my memory issues are a bitch, and everything is subject to change for forever 👍

I'm like, basing this whole ramble off my memory of events, and no rereading means no potential updating of feelings on it

To start on positives, I love many concepts and characters it brings to the table and all the different earths traveling they do, I think Donna, Jason, and Kyle are a fun trio as well, and their adventures are delightful. The different earths are all very interesting and i dearly wish we got to have more focus on them. I may not like it being so long but ehhh I've considered rereading it on occasion. The issues counting down are also a fun gimmick as well.

One of my problems is the like. Main story. It feels pretty messy just to like, read though. The extra issues onto the main 52 don't help. Not being familiar with that many dc characters in general doesn't help (was more of a marvel kid). Don't really remember how many character stories we were following in there anymore, it just felt like alot and I genuinely can't remember where half of them led

I ALSO. Skimmed it a bit. Especially later. That's on me. But to be fair to me it's 50 issues and I just don't think I'm big on long comic stories like that. in general. So it was always doomed to fail in the test of my personal opinion

(My favorite crossover comic so far has been legends, just to hammer that above point in)

I dont like the ending where they all hang out in a bunker on the good earth and the virus they have is spreading to just. kill that entire world. And they just go home after that. That's like, that felt weird. I'm just not big on heros accidentally slowly killing an entire universe. That just like. Hhhhng. Um. You know when the stakes get so big and bad they just kinda suck? If that's what I mean??

While I do like looking into Superboy Prime and Jason's resurrection. Don't like his dialogue here. Don't know if that's normal for him or not though

I felt a teensy bit validated when I looked it up after reading and saw many others not liking it I fear

But ignoring at all that. (Because while important to acknowledge when talking about my problems with it, most of what I just had to say is unfair to it)

My knowledge is on Jason. Let's focus on Jason

Jason just kinda. Sucks? He sucks in this. Do not get me wrong Jason is absolutely allowed to be an asshole, I won't ignore those edges. But he was more like,,, a generic asshole? He didn't feel like Jason to me, just more like, a template character or something. There are fun interactions and moments he has but just. Bwah. And it feels like a very strange turn too because for the first few issues I was actually really enjoying the Jason here. I'm not sure what happened

(Fun fact this is the first comic I felt showed Jason as angry. Actual "wow that guy is angry". the angry i was expecting when i started reading him. It was when Dick and Tim interrogated him, I actually think about this moment alot in some of my vague rambling thoughts on Jason, his anger, and how the controlled narrative after his death effects how people expect him to react and thus treat him. Its neat. I thought his interaction with Jimmy was fun and it's a neat contrast bc Jimmy and Dick n Tim were asking the same questions. I enjoyed the early issues of countdown alot, which I think made it have a harder fall for me)

But back to the bad. He's also. Consistently looking down on female heros? Excluding Donna but like. I can't remember it all exactly. but I do remember, that I felt very very very nervous when they said they were going to the genderswap dimension next (he didn't say anything here tho, actually)

Jason also just sorta,, very consistently gets beat up and knocked down? Felt very 'wow look at this guy he sucks don't you think he sucks. Do you want to see him get beat up constantly and not win any fight.' And there's no payoff to this at all. Nothing changes, nothing gets better, he immediately throws the red robin costume in the trash and we never talk about any of this ever again. He's just sorta an asshole punching bag the whole time and it's not something I enjoy. He gets into fights and gets put down and no one likes him. He doesn't even get to have fun while he's here, iirc he's basically just miserable and trying to get this over with the whole time. Kinda distantly wanted him to not leave the victorian era gotham, just a little bit, just a tad, to be real

And there's just a bit of whiplash to his whole character. We go from silly and carefully planning and competent to. Gestures vaguely. There is NO DOUBT very fun analysis about Jason you could do with this and the whiplash. But its not something I personally want to do with countdown

[sdfghjkolpdfoiuhgbcnf]

INTRO POST!!! <33

Hi!!! This blog seems really similar to my main one, except this one works! I'm going to mainly be using this blog instead, so if my moots could follow this one that'd be amazing! thankss <33 Also! My pfp is not my art sadly, it was made by amazing friend :DD Update: my messages and inbox are still not working :((( I swear I'm not ignoring you, staff please fix my accountt

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Name: Honey! But tbh u can call me anything, i LOVE nicknames (the more deranged and random, the better) Pronouns: She/her Age: MINOR (ill prolly block u if u have smut or NSFW)

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Fandoms!!!

- Percy Jackson (Books) - School Bus Graveyard (Webtoon) - Owl House (Show) - Your Turn To Die (Video Game) - Gravity Falls (Show) - Avatar the Last Airbender (Show) - Hunger Games (Books) - Miraculous Ladybug (Show) - Homesick (Webtoon) - Cavetown (Music) - Taylor Swift (Music) - Prolly more but I forgot lol

IF YOU LIKE ANY OF THEM, JUST SAY HI PLEASEE, ID LOVE TO TALK YOU

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More Bout Me! (Last One is Important!)

I'm an ENFP (mbti nerd hehe)

Hufflepuff <33

Can't spell... Good luck figuring out what im saying!

very deranged when prompted

MENTA HEALTH ADVOCATE (abelists, pls DNI)

GIANT ALLY (homophobes/transphobes, pls DNI)

Hyperactive and very random! (lemme know if you're overwhelmed by that sorta stuff, ill try to tone it down :) )

Chatterbox! Love talking, just can't start conversations! DM or send me asks though!

very very curious, love talking to ppl about studies and fun facts

Character my friends associate me with and I relate to the most: Luz Noceda from the Owl House

My vibes are all over the place- (im emo, cutesy, and chaotic)

I MISS TONS OF SOCIAL CUESS!!! I'm trying to work on it but if i ever overstep my boundaries or make you uncomfy, pleasee let me know <33 im just a bit oblivious sometimes

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Trying (and loy-kew failing) to write: ao3 This is a big mess of all my interests hehe Reblog heavyyy I love tag games!!! And asks :DD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE spam me Uhhh i think thats it! i love making friends so plss flood my DMs, i love meeting ppl (i will act weird tho, this is a warning) esp to give me recs for books/shows/media in general

MY DMS ARE ALWAYS OPEN IF ANYONE WANTS TO VENT!!! (i may not be the best at comforting but I can listen <33)

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thanks for reading! (its a lot, ik, i blabber, i tried to bold key parts) Boop! Bye <33

[lokissweater]

omggg heyyyy I missed you and ur daily replies w ur asks!!!!😭😭😭 Seriously I appreciate u for taking all the time to reply to those asks as not many writes do so ykwim???☹️☹️ Not like they're required to do that but yeahh I'm really happy u do!! we need moreee writers like youuu 🩷🩷🩷

Pleasee don't forget to stay hydrated and eat healthy while you're at it! If you're busy that's fine too:) you're not obligated to be here everyday and dedicate your whole time to writing, we know that u have life outside socials too!!!

NOT tryna be that type of person as many people think this is cringe but 😭😭 just a reminder to not be pressured with the requests and do as what you want to do, like whatever plan you have! if people are being persistent about requests and not giving u time just ignore those.

I'm sure they just enjoy ur writing<33 but as a writer myself I know that it isn't easy🙏🙏 IDK about u tho u seem to do it effortlessly you're so cool mmhmhmhmmhfffmfmf😭😭🩷🩷

- 💤

YEEEEOOOOOWWWWW YOU ARE AN ANGEL SENT FROM ABOVE WALKING AND LIVING THIS EARTH I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR THIS OH MY GAAAWWDDDD ??????

replying to you guys and reading what you guys have to say is my FAVORITE thing to do on here besides write for yall and make yall happy so i want NOTHING MOREEEE than to keep replying to each of you and i’m so glad you guys love it 🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶

thank you SOSOSO much again omg none of this was cringe NONE please take care of yourself as well and eat and sleep PLEASE a sweet soul like you deserves it

I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOUUU <3333

[2truehearts]

life isn’t treating me like complete garbage, yet. but.. farming a set for lyney has been a pain! 💔 i missed you too, though! how have you been?? i’m actually stuck at school as i’m typing this and completely ignoring my work bc someone’s trying to copy me 😾 might as well just do it when i get home 🫶🏼

BUT OMG LOOK. CUTIES ❤️

imma kick life's non existent ass when it does n save u (alongside lyney but he was only ur emotional support okay) GL BABE ✊‼️ HGSJKDSJKDS FARMING SETS IS SO HARD PLEASEE i die every time i get a def main stat w double crit <//3 AAAAA i'm doing good !! school n some classmates r asses tho but majority r rlly good people n good stuff happens every once in a while so !! can't complain LMAO. ALSO AAAWWWWWW THEY'RE SO ADORABLE N HUGGABLE WHATT ☹️🫶💕

[belli5]

Can I request sum angst with Niko pleasee.

Feel free to absolutely ignore <3

I will really soon 🥲 I LOVE YOUR WORK THO OMG.

The fic is here